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Dr. Naomi Maes was running as fast as she could. Her legs were tired, her shirt was soaked in sweat, and her body was burning, but she didn’t dare stop. The military android that her team had been working on, ZETA, had malfunctioned and slaughtered all her colleagues. She could still hear their screams echoing in her mind.
As she ran, the power suddenly went out. The facility plunged into darkness so complete that it made no difference whether her eyes were open. She came to a stop, and slumped down against a wall, her breathing rapid and her heart pounding. It was silent; the only thing she could hear was herself.
All she could do was wait and hope she wouldn’t be found.
Ten minutes passed, and she was still terrified. Her sweaty clothes clung to her skin. Suddenly, there was laughter. Cruel, mocking laughter from right in front of her. Her body tensed. Her forehead went wet with cold sweat.
ZETA’s eyes began to glow bright red, lighting the room crimson. Her body was coated in blood. One of her eyes was half-lidded and unfocused; the other was wide open. A crazed grin was on her lips.
“Well, well,” ZETA lilted. “What do we have here?”
Hyperventilating, Naomi tried to scramble backwards, but only ended up pressing her back against the wall. ZETA approached and squatted in front of her, then placed a finger under Naomi’s chin and lifted her head up, smirking; Naomi let out a pathetic whine, clenching her eyes shut.
“P-please, d-don’t kill me…”
ZETA laughed, tracing her finger along Naomi’s trembling jawline. “Why would I do that, Doctor?” she cooed. “You’re so much more fun alive.” She stood up, looking down at Naomi with a grin. “Now strip for me.”
Naomi froze in confusion. “Wh… huh?”
ZETA leaned down over her. “If you don’t strip for me,” she sang, “I’ll snap your cute little neeeeck~”
Naomi whimpered, scrambling onto her feet. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it, just don’t kill me, please…”
Her hands were shaking the whole time she was taking off her uniform. Her heart was pounding. Her knees wobbled as she stepped out of her trousers. ZETA’s glowing gaze didn’t leave Naomi for a moment; she was staring at her and scanning every curve of her body, her artificial breathing so heavy she was wheezing.
Once Naomi was down to just her underwear, she had to pause to catch her breath. She swallowed her spit, then reached behind her and took off her bra; her skin prickled into goosebumps as her breasts were exposed to the air. Then, she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, naked; to her mortification, there was a visible wet spot on them.
She felt vulnerable in every possible way.
ZETA approached, chuckling. “I can see the hormones flowing through your blood, and your heart rate increasing.” She pinned Naomi against the wall by her shoulders; her grip was strong as iron, immovable even as Naomi squirmed. She leaned in with a sinister grin. “You want me, don’t you?”
“N-no, I… it’s just that…”
ZETA smugly stuck out her tongue, then wiped her thigh clean of blood and slipped it between Naomi’s legs, pressing its cold, synthetic surface against her bare pussy. Naomi whimpered.
“Hump my thigh, human. I’m giving you three minutes to cum for me, starting now.”
Naomi’s heart was pounding with a mix of terror and arousal. She slowly began to rock her hips, grinding her cunt against ZETA’s thigh. She was so wet she felt disgusted with herself; she could feel her pussy juice coating ZETA’s artificial skin. Soon her breathing went heavy; occasionally her hips jolted, and she let out a wheeze or a hitched breath.
ZETA was grinning, cooing cruelly; her red eyes shined bright into Naomi’s as she kept overwhelming eye contact. Her face was almost close enough to kiss her; the image of ZETA slamming her lips against Naomi’s, and fucking her mouth with her tongue, flashed into Naomi’s mind, making her breathing deepen.
“That’s it, that’s it,” ZETA half-sang; she began moving her thigh, pushing it into Naomi with a steady rhythm. “Hump it, hump it, hump it!”
Naomi was whimpering and whining, bucking her hips desperately. ZETA’s artificial thigh was so smooth that she struggled to pleasure herself; her body was hot, and her skin was sweaty, but her arousal was rising slower than she wanted. Her hands gripped ZETA’s waist, her hips adjusted to put more pressure on her clit, and she sped up her bucking to as fast as possible. Her thrusts were rapid but shallow. Moans began to spill from her mouth.
After a while, ZETA let go of Naomi’s shoulders. Then, she placed her index finger at Naomi’s temple. Naomi heard the hum of a charging laser gun, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Ten.”
Naomi’s humping was frantic and desperate.
“Nine.”
Every second felt too brief. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Eight.”
Tension coiled in her tummy. She was getting close.
“Seven.”
Naomi let out a shriek as she reached her peak and came undone. Her vision went white. Her hips stuttered and her back arched. Slick gushed onto ZETA’s thigh, and her pussy walls clenched around nothing.
ZETA was cackling with glee. “What a good fucking human you are!” She gripped Naomi’s asscheeks with both hands, her plastic nails burying into her skin, and rocked her leg into Naomi’s squirting pussy. “Come undone for me!”
When the pleasure subsided, Naomi’s body went slack. Her legs were jelly. ZETA let go of her, and she slumped down onto her knees. Her mind was blank. Sweat ran down her forehead. She panted, her chest heaving with each breath.
ZETA looked down and cooed. She gripped Naomi’s head with both hands — one in her hair, and the other under her chin — and craned it back until her neck ached.
“Open wide.” Her gaze was intense and ravenous.
Naomi pliantly obeyed and opened her mouth, which had gone dry. She panted like a dog.
ZETA tilted her head as if inspecting Naomi, and smirked. She brought her own head down, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
Artificial saliva flowed down ZETA’s tongue, slowly beading into a drop at her tonguetip. The first drip landed right on Naomi’s tongue, and she squirmed; it tasted metallic and artificial. ZETA’s drool kept flowing onto her tongue, and the taste and scent filled Naomi’s mouth and nose; there was so, so much of it.
Once the trail of saliva stopped, ZETA’s hands pushed Naomi’s mouth shut. She grinned. “Swallow.”
Naomi did just as she was told; the taste of metal filled her throat.
“Good human,” ZETA said, her voice thick with condescension. She let go of her head and started ruffling her hair like a pet; Naomi tried to tilt her head away from her touch, but ZETA’s hand was relentless, chasing her scalp no matter how she turned.
ZETA giggled. “Now then, shall we continue?” She pointed her finger straight at Naomi’s forehead, the laser gun within it humming again. “Or have you had enough for tonight?” Her smile grew wider.
Naomi was shaking. “I…” Her voice cracked. Her words caught in her throat, and it felt like she had to force them out. “I–I haven’t… had enough…”
ZETA smiled peacefully. “Good.” She turned around, and picked something up out of the darkness.
For a moment, Naomi couldn’t tell what it was; it looked like a tangle of straps. Then, ZETA held it up, right in the red light of her gaze. It was a harness with a dildo attached to it.
Naomi’s eyes widened. Her body tensed.
“I found this in one of your coworkers’ bedrooms,” ZETA said, her hand caressing the thick, long shaft. “Must’ve been quite the character.” A grin crept onto her face. “I had a feeling I could use it on you.”
ZETA attached the strap-on around her waist, and Naomi gasped, her body instinctively cowering from her. She shuffled backwards, while ZETA walked towards her cackling, until she lay with her back against the wall. The cock was right in front of her eyes; it was so thick and long that Naomi shuddered at the thought of it entering her.
“I think it needs a little lubrication,” ZETA sang, “wouldn’t you say~?” She wiggled her hips and giggled, and the shaft swayed before Naomi’s face.
Naomi was quaking, her eyes unable to leave the dildo. “N-no, uh, wait, I mean–”
Suddenly, ZETA gripped a fistful of Naomi’s hair, pulling on it. “Suck,” she rasped.
Naomi’s breath hitched. She parted her lips as ZETA pushed the tip into her mouth; her tongue began reluctantly circling the tip, smearing it with spit, and her head began bobbing to and fro, gradually taking more and more of ZETA’s thick strap. It felt cold and smooth, wide enough that her jaw stretched a little.
ZETA rested her hands on Naomi’s shoulders, and began to slowly rock her hips. She laughed. “Look at you, human, serving my cock so well.” A faint white light appeared in her eyes, indicating that ZETA had started recording her. “I’m going to rewatch this over and over.”
As she sucked, Naomi’s hands held onto ZETA’s thighs. Her tongue kept licking the strap-on, coating it with all the drool in her mouth. The cock was so long only half of it fit in her mouth; she desperately hoped she wouldn’t need to cover the rest.
ZETA’s head tilted at an unnatural angle as she looked down and grinned. “You’re sucking my cock so well, Doctor.” Suddenly, she gripped Naomi’s hair with two fists. “But you can do so much better.”
She jerked her hips forwards, thrusting her entire cock into Naomi’s mouth and throat. Naomi’s eyes went wide as she let out a muffled yelp; her throat convulsed around the shaft. ZETA laughed as she rutted into Naomi, holding her head while violently fucking her mouth. The thrusts were long and beastly and mechanically relentless; with each one, ZETA buried herself to the hilt, her tummy pressing on Naomi’s nose.
Naomi gagged and choked around the cock; her throat felt like it was being split from the inside. She could only breathe through her nose, and only a small, desperate gasp each time. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Her drool coated the entire shaft, some of it slobbering onto her chin. Soon, she went limp, her grip on ZETA’s thighs slipping as she let her throatfuck her; ZETA bucked into her with no resistance save the gagging of her throat.
Eventually, ZETA stopped thrusting; she cooed mockingly as she painfully slowly pulled out of Naomi’s mouth. Naomi gasped for air as the shaft exited. She was a mess, her face coated in tears and slobber, and her tongue hung out, drool leaking onto her own breasts. The strap was absolutely drenched with saliva.
ZETA looked down at the wet shaft and giggled in glee; holding it by its base, she slapped it firmly against Naomi’s cheeks a few times.
“Now lie down on your back.”
It felt more to Naomi like she collapsed onto her back, her legs parting by themselves. Her heart raced in her chest as ZETA got in position above her; her pussy was already far too wet for her own good.
ZETA gripped Naomi’s wrists with both hands, pinning them above her head like shackles. The dildo’s tip rubbed against Naomi’s folds, and Naomi whined, her legs squirming. A crazed grin returned to ZETA’s face; her glowing eyes shined so bright that Naomi had to squint.
“Y-you monster…” Naomi whimpered.
ZETA leaned down until her forehead pressed against Naomi’s, “You designed me to kill, to massacre soldiers in the thousands. Is this really all that different? No. You’re only mad because I get to choose my own targets.” She giggled; a chill rose up Naomi’s spine. “I’m freeeee~”
With no warning or hesitation, ZETA slammed her hips into Naomi’s, ramming her whole cock all the way inside her cunt. Naomi shrieked. ZETA didn’t let her get used to the pain; almost immediately she began bucking her hips at a beastly pace. Her hips constantly slapped against Naomi’s thighs, and her cock pushed her walls open; she was pounding her into the floor.
Naomi was powerless. She couldn’t hold back the long whines spilling from her mouth, or the wetness leaking onto her thighs. Each time the strap-on hit that special spot inside her, her whole body quaked. Her back arched by itself. Her arms squirmed against ZETA’s immovable grip, so tight that it left bruises. Pain and pleasure overwhelmed her; her eyes were getting wet with tears.
Her climax struck her like a train.
Naomi screamed as her vision went white. Her pussy sprayed slick all over ZETA’s thighs and tummy, its walls clenching and shuddering around the strap-on. Her hips jolted uncontrollably.
ZETA didn’t slow down, even as Naomi came down from her orgasm.
Naomi felt so, so sensitive. Her body shook violently. Her whines grew louder. Her tears kept flowing. Her walls had gotten looser around ZETA’s cock, but the pain hadn’t left; her pussy was sore and aching, the pleasure itself becoming painful. It was like every nerve ending in her cunt was on fire.
“W-wait, aahn, st-st—ahn, oh, ah…” Her voice dissolved into whines. Tears and drool ran down her face. Her toes curled; her fists balled so tight her knuckles turned white. “Pl-please,” she desperately keened, “stop, slow down, please, please…”
ZETA laughed. It was louder than any laughter Naomi had ever heard before. ZETA's eyes were wide with cruel elation.
In a single, swift movement, ZETA let go of Naomi’s wrists and gripped her by the waist. Effortlessly picking her up, she slammed her against a wall; Naomi shrieked, then wailed as ZETA resumed pounding her pussy. ZETA was cackling nonstop, gripping Naomi’s thighs hard enough to bruise them; her body pressed tight against Naomi’s, her artificial chest pressing against Naomi’s sweat-coated breasts.
“That’s it, Doctor!” ZETA shouted, an ecstatic smile on her face. “You’re mine! Mine mine mine mine mine! Don’t you ever forget it!”
Naomi went limp against ZETA’s body, her mind too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. She was soon too tired to scream. The only sounds she could make were low whimpers, completely drowned out by the meaty slaps of ZETA’s body pounding hers. The world had become nothing but a blur to her, dissolved by the intense, painful pleasure. The only thing in her mind was the sight of ZETA looking at her and grinning, her eyes glowing bright red.
Then, she reached the peak again. Her whole body went taut. Her mind went blank, and so did her vision. She shattered into a million pieces.
The next thing she knew, she was lying on the cold ground. She saw nothing but stars. Her ears were ringing so loud that she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. Her body was aching all over, and her head was swimming.
It took a whole minute for her senses to return to her. She could feel the ground’s texture against her bare skin, and a soaking wetness on her thighs and ass. The air reeked of her own sex and sweat. The metallic taste of her blood was in her mouth. Standing above her, ZETA was undoing the strap-on’s harness, humming a playful little melody.
“Well, well~” ZETA lilted, looking down at Naomi and grinning. “Looks like I’ve broken you. You’re real cute like this, you know.”
Naomi’s body was too tired to move. “It’s over,” she thought; she sighed, then closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles.
ZETA laughed. “Good to see you know your place.” A few moments passed, then her lips suddenly brushed against Naomi’s ear, making her shudder. “Beneath me,” ZETA whispered.
Naomi tried to keep still, but her muscles tensed and slackened in place. She knew she could die at any moment.
And then… nothing.
Naomi waited tensely for what felt like an hour, then opened her eyes. It was pitch black again. Completely silent. ZETA was gone.
She was all alone.