robot Stephanie

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Stephanie sat on the number 55 bus to Oxford Circus. It was a long and tedious journey, and unless you had your own form of entertainment—books, a Nintendo DS, a PSP, or something similar—it could be a very boring trip…especially in the early morning…

Stephanie had no choice; her iPod headphones were broken. She thought angrily: she'd only bought them a few months ago, and now they were unusable!!

The only thing she could do now was stare out the window… buses passing by, passengers getting on and off, shops opening…boring, monotonous, tedious…

it was an uncomfortable journey; sitting in one spot for too long had given her a sore butt, and an hour's ride without any decent music…and of course, there was this music-obsessed idiot sitting next to her, blasting his iPod…

It felt like forever before the bus finally reached its last stop…Oxford Circus. Stephanie got off there and walked along Oxford Street, looking at the shops on either side. She wandered into a side street. To many tourists, most streets look the same, and you'll quickly find yourself lost. However, Stephanie knew where she was headed...to a small music store where she had recently started working.

Stephanie had just arrived in London from the north, starting a new life in the city. She had a tiny apartment, of course, and while she still didn't know anyone, at least her job was easy.

She was in her early twenties, a tall girl with attractive bright red hair, naturally large breasts, a curvaceous figure, and exotic blue eyes. While not born with red hair, it was part of Stephanie's urban self. She dressed impressively in chic casual wear—a nice pink top and black trousers—completely unlike the other girls at the music store where she worked.

Stephanie always laughed at the other girls' outfits; she looked like she was in a flesh market. It wasn't that she didn't have the figure for those clothes, just that it lacked style.

She walked into the store, where the owner was already there, preparing everything for opening. Three other girls were there too: Julie—a petite, fair-skinned blonde; Hannah—with curly black hair and dark brown eyes; and Carly—a long-legged girl with beautiful blonde hair and bronze skin. All the girls wore headphones in either ear.

As she walked past him, she smiled and asked, “Hi, Trevor, what can I do for you?”

“Just like usual…”

Stephanie knew what to do. She went behind the counter, turned on the neon sign that said “Open for Business,” and waited for her first customer of the day.

Lunchtime arrived, and the other girls left. Stephanie never really got to know the girls, maintaining only a professional relationship. She didn’t really care, because although they were pretty, they rarely spoke.

She took the opportunity to find some much-needed headphones. One pair seemed to be made of rubber, so it wouldn’t break, while another was a bit noisy… It was surprising how many there were. All she needed was a pair that wouldn’t break so easily…

“Need any help?”

“My headphones are broken, I need a new one, but I don’t know…”

“Don’t say anything.” He took out a pair of headphones. “Try this.”

“Thanks.” Stephanie happily thanked her boss for his help; otherwise, she would have spent her entire lunch deciding which one to buy… To her, they were all pretty much the same.

“Hey! Stephanie, did I show you the wireless headphones we’re testing?”

Hmm… wireless headphones?

“You know, the ones girls wear. We got some test headphones before you came. The manufacturer wants to gather some usage data from us, so we all got a pair. Why don’t you take one?”

“Do I have to pay for them?”

“The best part is they’re free.” He said excitedly.

Stephanie heard it was free: “If they’re free, why not?” “Sure, why not?”

Trevor left for a moment and came back with a box in his hand. “Here you go, just don’t drop them on the bus, they’re expensive. ” On her bus ride home, Stephanie

opened the box. She took out a set of very elegant headphones and a small black box with a socket. There were also four batteries and a user manual. Stephanie decided to wait until she got home to use them, so she would be more comfortable and no one would be watching her while she tried to figure it all out.

Back in her apartment, Stephanie tried out the headphones her boss had given her. After reading the manual and inserting the batteries, she connected them to her iPod and put them on. The silver headphones had an antenna on one side with a flashing red light at the top. She noticed something odd: on other girls' headphones, it was a green light, not a flashing red.

Stephanie turned on her iPod… music started playing. She shrugged. These headphones work, that's good enough.

While doing chores in her apartment, the redhead was quite pleased with her new free headphones. Now, she didn't need to carry her iPod around. And it was comfortable to wear, not to mention the clear sound.

After finishing everything, Stephanie prepared to sleep; there was only one day left until the weekend, so she needed to rest early. She lay in bed, music playing in her ears, and soon she fell asleep.

The red flash on the antenna receiver turned a steady green. It had received a mysterious signal. Stephanie opened her eyes.

"Beep."

"Connection established..." the girl continued monotonously.

"... ...Waiting for transmission."

Data packets were sent from an unknown source to her earpiece and her brain.

"Transmission received... Starting download..."

The program began downloading into Stephanie's brain. Before her eyes, she could see the percentage of download completion increasing. Bit by bit, her brain was absorbing this unknown program.

"Download complete... Beep... Starting program installation..." she said like a robot.

Subconsciously, she tried to resist, but the program embedded itself into Stephanie's brain, reconnecting her brain functions, her brain slowly being reprogrammed, overwhelming all free will.

"Installation complete 25%."

She didn't agree, but her brain was forced to obey. "

Installation 50% complete."

As the program continued to install itself, Stephanie's thoughts gradually faded. Her human consciousness was replaced by a more efficient, more obedient computer program.

"Installation 75% complete."

Now the robot Stephanie was removing the last unnecessary human thoughts. The robot had accepted the reprogramming... she would be compliant, she would obey.

"Installation 100% complete."

The robot Stephanie's reprogramming was successfully completed.

She stood up, her face blank, "Beep... Awaiting further instructions."

Before receiving her new orders, the subject waited nearly an hour. "Order received...return to base."

Stephanie had to change out of her pajamas and into her outerwear. She walked stiffly, mechanically, her arms rigidly pressed against her sides.

When Stephanie went to her wardrobe to choose clothes, she realized none of them fit. They weren't what she needed, and she had to find more suitable garments. Stephanie decided to improvise, her mind producing a more ideal combination from the existing clothes.

After putting on her underwear, she put on a white short-sleeved shirt, buttoning only one button on her large breasts (her hardened and sensitive nipples popped out), then tying the bottom of the shirt together. Stephanie then cut a pair of jeans into hot pants and put them on.

Finally, wearing a pair of high heels, the robot Stephanie set off for her destination, still wearing her headphones. To reach her destination, she would have to walk a considerable distance, and in addition, she had to navigate the streets in the pouring rain at night. However, it made no difference to Stephanie. She was an unconscious robot, only required to carry out her commands.

Each of her steps covered the exact same distance and took the same amount of time as the last. With each step, raindrops bounced off her thinly clad body and chest.

It took Stephanie almost 30 minutes to reach her destination. She walked to a door and stood before it, which had an iris recognition system.

It scanned her eyes. "Authentication failed. Please state your name and purpose," a computerized voice said.

"I am robot Stephanie, a newly created robot reporting to my master."

She stood in the rain in silence for a few minutes.

"Robot Stephanie, you may enter."

The door opened, and the robot walked into a room. She stopped in the doorway; the room was empty except for three other robots—Hannah, Carly, and Julie—who stood in a line wearing headsets. Stephanie could already sense that they were a unified whole, and that they sensed her presence as well. She walked over and stood with her robot companions.

A man entered the room, stopped, and stared at Stephanie. “I’m glad you arrived safely and successfully.” The man speaking to her was her boss, Trevor.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied in a robotic tone.

Stephanie’s soaked clothes clung to her body; her top had become almost transparent, and her hair was dripping wet.

Stephanie began her self-introduction: “I am the robot Stephanie…I will obey…I will serve my master…I am programmed to please you…”

Trevor smiled, pleased to see her under his control and completely obedient.

Stephanie was no longer literally human, but she retained her memories, which not only aided her in making decisions but also allowed him to bring her back to a degree of normalcy when needed.

Simply put, however, she was a mindless machine, awaiting her next command, and now all that remained was to test his new robot. This was his favorite part; he had done it when he first acquired the other three robots. Now, it was time to conduct Stephanie’s obedience test.

“Robot Stephanie, take off your clothes.”

“Yes, Master, I will obey.” The voluptuous redhead girl removed her wet clothes and threw them on the floor, showing no feeling for the command.

At that moment, except for her headphones, she stood naked…waiting for her master’s orders. Trevor walked towards Stephanie, looking at the beautiful girl standing before him. Her large breasts hung in front of him, and he caressed them with his hands. They felt soft and wonderful, and then he pinched her nipples. Stephanie just stared blankly as her master did whatever pleased him.

Trevor’s hand traced along her naked body to Stephanie’s vulva. He inserted his fingers into her vulva, feeling her wetness and tightness. “How interesting.” He saw his fingers covered in her wet nectar.

This pleased him greatly. Stephanie was programmed to respond to sexual stimulation. This was very important for the duties she was about to undertake, not to mention it looked very pleasurable.

He pulled down his pants, revealing his penis, which was hard, and he was quite certain that Stephanie would be happy to help him.

“Stephanie, please give me a blowjob to make my cock harder and prepare for intercourse.”

She replied blankly, “Yes, Master. I will obey.” Stephanie knelt down and began to please him with her mouth. The robot swayed back and forth, her sucking causing him to harden in her mouth. She licked his balls, and he groaned. As she did this, the robot’s vagina became wetter and wetter.

The master’s cock was swelling, ready for deep throating. Stephanie had never done anything like this before, but now, as a robot, she could easily do it all at once.

She continued to let the master’s cock slide in her throat, listening to her master’s pleasurable groans. Stephanie successfully satisfied her master, deriving sexual pleasure from such actions as required by her programming.

Robot Stephanie sensed that her master was about to climax. She swallowed the master’s hard cock whole into her throat, tightened her mouth, ...and then the master ejaculated. Stephanie felt her master's semen slide down her throat, and just as programmed, she climaxed. Her body trembled, and vaginal fluid seeped from her submissive, wet vagina.

Stephanie waited until her master had finished ejaculating, until he was completely satisfied, before letting his penis leave her mouth.

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief; his new robot was working well. Now he just hoped he could start testing her next hole, although Stephanie was already ready, but now he had to wait. This naked robot was designed to experience countless orgasms in a short period of time.

However, if he couldn't have her now, her robot companion was standing there...

"Robot Stephanie, lie on the ground and spread your legs."

"Yes, master, I will obey."

Stephanie lay on the cold ground, her legs spread wide, as if inviting someone.

"Robot Julie, come and lick Stephanie's vagina."

"Yes, master, I will obey," the blonde girl replied blankly.

The fair-skinned robot moved its head between the voluptuous girl's legs, its tongue automatically pressing against Stephanie's swollen clitoris and beginning to lick it. The red-haired girl's clitoris, hardened by the pleasure of orgasm, was becoming a wet oral sex toy for the robot Julie.

Stephanie was unfamiliar with lesbian sex; as a human, she had never considered it, but now her source of sexual pleasure was in the hands of another woman, passively receiving it. Her nectar was continuously sucked by Julie's tongue.

Just as Stephanie was gradually reaching orgasm, Julie was becoming increasingly excited. The two girls, following their programmed instructions,

were increasingly aroused by the robots sensing each other's sexual excitement. All the robots had been linked into a single unit to process information together, and now Stephanie and Julie were about to orgasm together.

Stephanie didn't resist; she didn't need to. When the blonde girl was performing oral sex on her, all she needed to do was orgasm and submit.

Although Stephanie's face looked empty and dazed, she still orgasmed, as did her companions. Julie's mouth was covered in the red-haired girl's nectar, and they trembled together. The power of feeling each other's orgasms simultaneously was so intense that it almost short-circuited the new robot's brain.

Robot Julie stood up and returned to the ranks of the other robots. Trevor

had been watching Stephanie for so long, and he was hard again. He was ready to test her for the first time. He gave a simple command, "Stephanie, ride me." "Yes, Master. I will obey." The curvaceous girl stood up and walked to her master. Stephanie stepped over her master, facing him, and then his erect penis entered her vagina. Her vagina was wet and tight, and ready to please him. He began to gently caress and kiss her breasts; she was his magnificent robot, and he wanted to show her the pleasure of obedience. As his member throbbed inside her, he tenderly sucked on her swollen nipples. Stephanie's vagina became sticky again. Her robotic mind told the redhead that her master was ready to have sex. She began to move up and down, while her master's penis went in and out of her vagina. Besides the sound of naked young flesh slapping against Trevor's thighs, another erotic sound arose—the dripping of Stephanie's vagina. Her trembling breasts were held by her master's hands, his penis being well lubricated by Stephanie's ever-increasing nectar. Trevor enjoyed his new robot. His hands released her breasts, exploring her other beautiful parts. This made Stephanie even wetter. She was programmed to have sex with her master... to please her master... to obey her master. Stephanie was a sex-filled robot, just as she was programmed. As a machine without its own will, she couldn't understand or enjoy the sexual desire within her, but she knew she had to fulfill the tasks programmed into her. In a way, robots couldn't enjoy anything. Trevor's stiff penis thrust in and out of her vagina repeatedly, each thrust making him want to ejaculate inside her even more. Stephanie could feel her master about to ejaculate inside her, and she was preparing for orgasm... She waited for the moment her master ejaculated inside her, and when that moment came, her vagina contracted so tightly, and her master's penis ejaculated. Her vagina was filled with her master's white cream, and this was the signal of her orgasm. When the intense orgasm came, her body trembled violently... Then she returned to her normal waiting state. "Stephanie, please stand up." "Yes, master. I will obey." She left him, stood up, and white liquid slowly dripped from her vagina. Trevor smiled to himself... she was ready. Morning came, and Stephanie woke up. She got out of bed and prepared for work efficiently. She didn't spend much time preparing. The voice that used to murmur to herself was replaced by silence. Stephanie walked around the house naked; she only needed to put on clothes when leaving the apartment. The redhead even wore headphones in the shower; they were waterproof, so it didn't matter. She spent the longest time choosing what to wear, but that problem was quickly overcome; she left home wearing another set of cropped hot pants and a t-shirt—cut so short it revealed her cleavage. She walked to the bus stop like a human, because she had been programmed to simulate a human to conceal the fact that she was a robot. Boarding the number 55 bus, Stephanie's chosen outfit attracted the attention of men and the disdain of women, but it didn't matter to her; she was just doing what she was programmed to do... She started work on time, striding toward her boss, "Hi, Trevor, what do you need me to do?" "Nothing much, just turn on the 'Open for Business' sign," he said to her as if nothing had happened the night before. “Okay,” Stephanie went behind the counter and turned on the sign. * * * When lunchtime arrived, Stephanie left for a while to go shopping. She had to change her entire wardrobe… her current clothes no longer fit. She spent her lunch break browsing from shop to shop, picking out more presentable clothes, like miniskirts and stretchy bras… The day slowly passed… The store had few customers, and hardly anyone bought anything. Stephanie had previously wondered how the store could operate, but now she understood why. * * * 7 p.m. – Closing time. Stephanie turned off the "Open" sign; she usually prepared to leave, but today was different. The robots returned to normal, no longer needing to simulate being human. First, they ate dinner… it was dinnertime, and they still needed food to function. Then, they went to the restroom to get ready for their real work that evening. The robots spent some time reapplying their makeup and making sure their hair was styled for their master's arrival. The robots lined up, awaiting further instructions. Their master strode in, holding some cards. “Robots, this is tonight’s work…” He handed a card to Hannah and Julie. “Julie, Hannah, you two go party. Don’t stay too late, we have a busy weekend.” “Yes, Master. We will obey,” the robots replied in unison, their voices mechanical. Then Trevor went to Carly. “Carly, this is yours. You know what to do.” “Yes, Master. We will obey.” Finally, he gave Stephanie a card. She knew what was on these cards… the client’s name and address. These wealthy clients chose them for privacy and were fully aware that the women they used were robotic. “ Stephanie, this is your first day. A very special client has requested your services. She is paying me a very generous fee for your services.” I told her you are a superb robot, and I think you won’t disappoint me. The other girls went off to serve their clients, while Trevor drove Stephanie away. The journey was long, and they were far from London. When they arrived at their destination, Trevor turned on his machine. “We’re here…have fun.” Stephanie didn’t answer. She got out of the car and mechanically walked to the door, while Trevor waited outside. She stood on the threshold and rang the doorbell. The door opened… A woman stood inside, looked at the red-haired girl from head to toe, and seemed pleased: “Come in.” The robot did what she was told to do, and she entered the house safely. Trevor drove away. Stephanie stood, wearing the wireless headset that had turned her into a mindless robot, while the client sat down. Her client for the night was named Cheryl, in her thirties. She had striking light brown eyes, short black hair, and a large bust.

“I am the robot Stephanie…I will obey you,” the blue-eyed girl introduced herself to her mistress for the night.

Cheryl nodded, gazing at the voluptuous robot. “I see your appearance is just as Trevor said…he also told me you are his favorite…I really want to know why.” Sit beside me. “

Yes, Master. I will obey.” The robot, her face blank, replied, then sat down next to Cheryl.

Her mistress admired the robot, her hand tracing down Stephanie’s alluring legs. “Trevor also told me you’ve never had sex with a woman before…you’ve never even kissed a woman?”

“Yes, Master.”

Cheryl was delighted to help her lose her lesbian virginity…she leaned forward, kissing the young girl’s soft lips while humming, “Make me climax, my slave.”

“Yes, Master. I will obey,” she repeated unconsciously.

Stephanie’s programming began, and she started kissing her mistress in a beautiful way. Although Stephanie was merely obeying orders, her vagina was becoming increasingly wet. Cheryl's hands wandered over the curves of her robot slave's body. She reveled in the feeling of the robot obeying her commands.

Her mistress lifted Stephanie's hand. "Come with me."

"Yes, mistress. I will obey."

Cheryl led Stephanie to her bedroom, and they began to kiss, undressing each other simultaneously. The dark-haired woman's tongue danced in her robot slave's mouth, while their hands groped for each other's clitoris, their large breasts pressed tightly together.

Stephanie moved beneath Cheryl, her tongue exploring her mistress's nectar. Cheryl's nipples throbbed with pain, causing her to groan. She wanted to taste her slave's delicious nectar, so she took the red-haired girl to bed.

The robot climbed onto its mistress's head, its wet clitoris facing her lips. They used the 69 position so they could satisfy each other's needs simultaneously—Cheryl's growing lust and Stephanie's programming.

Stephanie's mouth moved towards her mistress's shaved vulva, her tongue beginning to lick her mistress's clitoris. When Cheryl brought her mouth to the robot's wet vulva, a strange, warm sensation arose between her legs.

The red-haired girl dug, savoring her mistress's delicious nectar. Both tongues circled on the hard clitoris, as if a long time had passed, their clitoris yearning for orgasm.

As they grew more excited, closer to climax, Stephanie tasted more nectar flowing from Cheryl's ever-flowing vulva. A ecstasy originating from her vulva spread to other parts of her submissive body.

All that flowed through Stephanie's mechanized mind was that she had to obey her mistress, she had to serve her mistress, she had to please her mistress… nothing else mattered… The two women were immersed in ecstasy, their bodies filled with sexual pleasure. The dark-haired woman was about to climax. As the voluptuous woman pressed her tongue against her mistress's hard clitoris, she too was on the verge of orgasm...

Like fireworks exploding violently in the sky, Cheryl's climax came suddenly. Just as Stephanie was programmed, she orgasmed as intensely as her mistress.

The two trembled, moaning, nectar flowing endlessly into each other's mouths. The sticky nectar dripped down their throats, and then the robot and her mistress fell from their breathtaking orgasms.

Stephanie and Cheryl lay together, inhaling the wonderful scent around them—the scent of sex...

But for Cheryl, this was just the beginning... Now it was time to get down to business...

She went to her drawer and took out a toy... a double-headed dragon.

Stephanie knew exactly what to do; she guided one end of the dildo into her already wet vagina. Cheryl joined her, inserting the other end into the dark-haired woman's eager vagina.

Their buttocks swayed back and forth, the nectar-covered dildos sliding in and out of their two equally wet vaginas. A fire erupted from their vaginas, telling Cheryl she needed to fuck her playthings. They swayed vigorously, the toys repeatedly thrusting deep into their vaginas, the sounds of their thrusts like thunder.

With each thrust, they swayed faster and harder, yearning for the impending climax. The nectar-covered dildos slipped out, and Stephanie's mistress cried out. Cheryl felt like a wild animal, obeying its primal needs, thick nectar constantly seeping from their vaginas.

They stopped, lying back to back, the dildos still connected to their wet vaginas. The unconscious robot and her mistress, legs spread wide, used the dildos to fuck each other.

The two pairs of full buttocks swayed in unison, the dildos gradually being swallowed by the two women's sticky vaginas.

Cheryl was penetrated deeper, her robotic slave gripping her legs. They rubbed against each other, the dildo thrusting in and out, each movement bringing the anticipated climax ever closer. The swollen clitoris rubbed together violently, the bed shaking intensely.

Unable to control the desire emanating from their vaginas, their bodies, clasped together and drenched in sweat, the mistress and her slave continued their efforts. The mistress and her unconscious slave were about to cross the road of no return… their desire was about to end.

Cheryl's hands gripped the sheets tightly, a powerful explosion piercing her body and reaching her fingertips: she cried out in ecstasy. Stephanie, too, climaxed. Her vagina instantly gushed forth copious amounts of sticky nectar… she trembled violently like a robot.

Cheryl kissed the redhead, stroking her face.

“Sleep, robot Stephanie,” she told her.

“Yes, Master. I will obey… Beep---Powering off…” She slowly closed her eyes… * * *

Stephanie reported to her master the next morning.

“Your client told me she was very happy with you and is looking forward to a regular date. You did a very good job,” he praised her.

The robot stood there wearing her headphones, dressed in a tighter, shorter French maid outfit that barely covered her buttocks. “Thank you, Master.”

She was in her master’s house. Trevor decided to keep her for the rest of the weekend so he could get to know her better.

Stroking her buttocks, he told her, “I haven’t eaten anything this morning, so go make me some breakfast… I’m sure you’ll know what to do.”

“Yes, Master. I will obey.” Stephanie mechanically went into the kitchen; she had been programmed to know what breakfast her master wanted.

It would be a long day, and she would be busy the whole time. No, it made no difference to Stephanie. For her, every day was the same. She obeyed her master because, after all, she was a robot, and in the end... obedience was everything.

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