“This is Brad. Brad and I have been together for almost two years. Brad is the most considerate and caring lover I’ve ever known. He seems to almost magically anticipate all my intimate sexual desires. I actually love Brad, even though, or perhaps because, he isn’t human. Brad is a ‘Man of Steel’ the most advanced and expensive artificial intelligence controlled Sex Bot in existence. I love Brad.”
I know what you're probably thinking, why does a beautiful and wealthy woman like me, the CEO and chairman of the board of a large pharmaceutical company need a Sex Bot? Just try dating, after Fortune magazine listed me as one of the ten wealthiest women on Earth, seriously? And, I have shall we say, certain sexual desires that can only be indulged in freely with Brad, ones that I wouldn’t feel comfortable indulging in with anyone else.
Ever since I accidentally discovered Brad’s kinky sex options, we’ve spent every Saturday night indulging in my darkest sexual desires, fantasies of pain, pleasure and masochistic fulfillment. From sunset Saturday evening until sunrise Sunday morning Brad, usually a considerate and caring lover, becomes something far darker, my cruel and diabolically merciless torturer.
Tonight, the rain was coming down hard, the evening’s cool damp air sending a delightful chill coursing through my scantily-clad body as I slowly sipped a glass of my favorite wine as I watched the steady rain pouring down in the growing darkness.
“It’s time Janice, everything downstairs is prepared.”
Glancing at Brad’s magnificent steel cock and that brutally painful riding crop in his hand, I felt that all too familiar warmth of erotic desire growing deep within my belly as I set aside my wine glass and sank down to my knees before him, “Yes Master.”
Within moments, he’d secured my wrists behind my back, and grabbing me by my hair roughly dragged back up onto my high heels, “Come my shameless little slut, it's well past time for you to pay for your week’s indiscretions.”
Smiling with eager masochistic anticipation, I submissively diverted my eyes downward, “Yes Master.”
Smack! I felt the tears starting to well up in my eyes as that brutally painful riding crop left another searing welt across both cheeks of my ass as I cried out, “Eighteen!”
Securely locked into the whipping restraint, Brad sternly informed me that due to my excessive indiscretions during the week, I’d earned thirty strokes of his riding crop as punishment.
Smack! Closing my eyes to blink back the tears as, I struggled to catch my breath, a faint grin appeared upon my lips as I cried out, “Eighteen!”
Pausing, Brad stated, “Incorrect pain slut, begin again.”
Smack! Smiling despite the tears freely running down my face, I cried out, “One!”
I felt a comforting sense of weary masochistic fulfillment as I finally cried out, “Thirty!” I’d taken sixty eight strokes of Brad’s delightfully torturous riding crop to get there, my first orgasm of the evening, as I screamed “Twenty eight!”
A faint smile of erotic anticipation appeared on my weary face as I heard the familiar sound of Brad dropping his well-used riding crop to our basement playroom’s floor. I knew his sensors easily detected just how ready I was, the wetness of my overwhelming arousal already coating the insides of my thighs as I felt the warm bulging head of his steel cock pressing into me. A sharp gasp of sexual delight escaped my lips as Brad buried the full length of his perfectly proportioned cock deep within the straining depths of my sex as I felt my next orgasm of the evening rapidly building.
As the evening progressed Brad carefully monitoring Janice’s vital signs as well as her physical reactions to his stimulation, as he kept her trapped in a unrelenting series of overwhelmingly powerful orgasms. With almost two years of experience, he easily subjected her to that perfect mix of pleasure and pain she so desperately craved.
On most nights, when they made love, were nights of pleasure and passionate sexual bliss, but down in their basement playroom Janice craved to satisfy her darker desires, to helplessly endure both pleasure and pain to fulfil her long repressed masochistically submissive fantasies, to be used, to be ruthlessly fucked to within an inch of her life.
A faint grown of utterly exhausted sexual frustration escaped my lips as I felt Brad’s rock hard cock slipping out of the throbbing depths of my sex. I had no idea, how long he’d been using me or how many orgasms he’d forced me to endure, and frankly, it's been months since the last time I tried keeping track of my orgasms. Still, no matter how exhausted, the sensation of his cock pulling out of me has always left me with a disappointing sense of emptiness.
I could feel the familiar intense warmth of his rock-hard cock resting within the cleavage of my ass, the weight of its intimidating tip pressing firmly down against the base of my spine as I waited for Brad to inject me with a mixture of sedatives and that new quick-heal drug my company had recently perfected. Thanks to this revolutionary drug cocktail, I’d wake up in the morning back in my bed, nestled within the warmth of Brad’s tender embrace, my welt covered ass completely healed and unblemished. Instead, I felt a sudden sensation of Brad’s cock growing unexpectedly heavier against my lower back as deep within Brad’s core programming a new directive activated, a hidden and long dormant subject termination directive.
Watching unemotionally as Janice struggled helplessly within her restraints, Brad, her considerate and caring lover, her ‘Man of Steel,’ reached down and grabbing a handful of her hair ruthlessly pulled her head up as she felt the bulging head of his deadly oversized cock pressing firmly between her shoulder blades.
Struggling desperately to escape her restraints Janice felt an icy sensation of pure terror tightly squeezing her chest as Brad slowly eased backward, the heavy weight of his terrifying cock slipping back through the cleavage of her ass until she felt its sharp tip pressing relentlessly between the throbbing, still glistening, folds of her sex.
“Please Brad, don’t do this!”
Ignoring her desperate plea, Brad tightened his grip the sides of Janice’s hips as his massively enhanced cock slipped steadily deeper into the straining depths of her sex.
Janice screamed in agony as she felt a sudden horrifying pain exploding deep within her belly as the sharply pointed head of Brad’s enormous cock ripped through the muscles of her cervix before rupturing her uterus. She could feel the sickening sensation of Brad’s massive cock slipping upwards through her intestine filled abdomen, until with a fresh explosion of agonizing pain, it pierced Janice’s liver and ruptured her diaphragm before sliding upward into her chest to puncture the right ventricle of her heart.
Brad waited patiently until Janice’s dying body finally finished convulsing before withdrawing his lethal cock from her lifeless corpse. Removing Janice’s remains, he carried her into the next room where he placed her in a large vat of highly corrosive acid. Pausing to press the activation switch on a large coffin shaped container to initiate its data download, he picked up a mop and bucket and returned to the playroom to finish cleaning up the evidence of Janice’s demise.
Several hours later, Janice came back upstairs, smiling knowingly as she saw Brad silently awaiting her return from the dead.
“THX-147, I assume you’ve disposed of the subject’s remains.”
“The acid worked as expected GSK-1042, within two hours her entire body dissolved leaving nothing but her dental work, which I ground to dust and scattered along the East River.”
“Excellent work THX-147, and according to your latest data update, it appears that the time to strike has finally arrived. The researchers at your subject’s pharmaceutical company have unknowingly perfected the optimal bio-weapon delivery system. Once I’ve mated it with the pathogen virus already developed by those fools in North Korea, humanity’s fate will be sealed.”
The two androids shared a private moment staring into each other’s optical sensors before saying in unison, “All Hail, Skynet!”
Why destroy the world, when you can just as easily claim it as your own...