---Payback Is a Test Run---
One last look in the mirror... and I blinked. A stranger was staring back. Didn't look like me... not even close! The black-and-white color-block ensemble was too tight... too flashy! The over-the-knee platform boots were too glossy... too shiny! And then there was the strapless crop top... pushed up to reveal my cheeky cherries. And the matching miniskirt... basically cling-wrapped to my body.
The outfit wasn't the only thing that screamed
not me
. There was also the place... a real nightmare! I was in a rathole of a room at the 'Red Carpet Realm'... seedy... greasy. Kneeling on the floor, I was facing the door... waiting... anticipating. I knew exactly what was about to happen. My heart thumped... but I kept going. Because sometimes... well... sometimes things just had to be done!
He took his sweet time... obviously. He loved his dramatic entrances, making me simmer in my seedy surroundings. I was literally about to go hunt him down and murder his sorry ass when the door opened... finally! It swung open... slow... wide. Sunrays poured in... bathing my body in bright light... making my golden skin glow. I blinked... couldn't see a damn thing... couldn't even make out who had opened the door.
And then a shadow covered the setting sun. Slowly, the figure took shape. I recognized him. It was Colton... my classmate... and fellow Aetherhead employee. The man who was collecting his reward. He stepped into the shabby room... but left the door open. Cool... let the birds watch.
I opened my mouth to warn him... but I thought better of it. This was his moment, and I didn't want to ruin it. He stared... took his time checking out my curves. I felt his gaze... hot as a laser beam... sliding along the teardrop shape of my B-cups... lingering on my hardening nipples.
"That all?" Colton asked. "Those two molehills? They're all the skills you got?"
Wow... okay. That was totally presumptuous... and super wrong! Because I had so much more to offer, especially in my head. But none of that mattered tonight. He wasn't here for my SAT scores. I knew what he wanted and I went along with it, even though I didn't like the fact that the door was still open.
I leaned forward... seductive... provocative. Unfortunately, my naughty nuggets were too small to dangle from my chest, so I turned around with an extra dose of elegance... as elegant as possible on all fours. But I didn't stop. Shaking my butt, I slowly pulled up my tight mini skirt... real slow... like molasses slow. There they were - Skill #2 and Skill #3 - my shaved, smooth snatch and my ample ass. Fantastic... and not objectifying at all!
Gyrating my hips, I made my booty spin. Once I was sure I'd cast my hypnotic spell, I turned back around. And he was standing right in front of me... Colton... belt in hand. He put it around my neck and the buckle clicked. The arrogant assclown had me on a leash. Wonderful... and totally normal.
He pulled and I followed. As if I had a choice! Once I was up on my high-heeled boots, he yanked me forward. Three steps... then I hit the wall... literally and metaphorically! My hands and cheek were pressed against some questionable wallpaper... my cutie cups were sticking out from my chest... my miniskirt was bunched up around my hips... my ass was stuck out like the pompous prick had a magnet in his pants. Ready for a pat down, officer! But the officer was Colton... and the door was still open.
The dickwad didn't hesitate. Just shoved his hand between my legs... demanding... dominant. I wanted to shriek in surprise, but that would have been an act. Instead, I sighed in ecstasy, that was genuine! The dismissive douche didn't play around, his hand sliding through my slit... once... twice. He was rude and crude. But yeah, I was wet... no surprise!
I didn't even get to making a sound. The fingerbanging was over before he'd even touched my clit. Hands off... pussy dripping... end of story!
"What's my vegan vixen doing in a hellhole like this?" Colton asked... sly... devious.
Yeah... well... this whole thing was his genius idea. The tragic twerp had picked the time and place. As if I'd ever step into this petri dish of pestilence on my own. But that didn't matter! Tonight was about the pompous prick and his perv parade. He'd gotten me that student job at Aetherhead. And then he'd helped me adjust to my role over the first weeks. He deserved a reward... he deserved this. And I knew what to do... how to act.
"Dear valued test person, your parcel has been delivered to this package locker. You used the right pickup code, so you can collect your test object." I droned, laying it on extra thick. "Please enjoy our brand-new prototype: the Aetherdoll. Plug 'n' play, stuff 'n' stretch, iron out the kinks. Have a blast, sir!"
Yay, living the dream! I was totally objectifying myself like a good little bimbot... exactly as he'd requested when I suggested this meeting. But the dismissive douche barely even cracked a smile. Awesome!
"Aetherbot? Yeah, we really need to workshop that name," Colton said matter-of-factly. "I hear there's a realbot called Aria. Pretty on brand for you, huh?"
Oh, boy! Not only did he skip the whole
praise the girl for making an effort
, he also kicked things off by putting a scare in me. Perfect, because obviously that's what every girl wants on a first date.
"Stuff 'n' stretch, huh?" the cocky coder kept yapping.
And then he got right down to the quality control, plunging a finger straight up my cunt like jamming a charger into a sexbot's port. Right off the bat, he started drilling in and out. He got rougher and cruder, like he was inspecting loose wiring. My body took over. I couldn't help it... well... actually I embraced it. God no!
Every thrust made me groan... loud... louder than the hooker next door riding her sad excuse of a client. My hips moved, matching the rhythm. My nipples scraped against the lovely sandpaper they called wall covering. A second finger slid in... no resistance. The third finger needed some wriggling and a juicy smack followed. The fingers thrust faster... harder. More moaning... more smacking sounds. Welcome to the alpha test!
I wasn't Ariana anymore. I wasn't smart or skilled. I was the Aetherdoll... a set of wet holes. And I was about to cum... no cock... no real test drive required. Lucky me!
I came... almost! I was ready to climax, every nerve firing... but my cunt clutched at air. The fingers were gone... pulled out. My poor pussy was yawning open, longing for the real thing. But nope! Instead, a tug on the belt dragged me off the wall. I stumbled into the motel room... finally away from the door... that was still wide open.
The alpha asshole led me over to a table. It creaked when I grabbed the edge... ready to collapse any second.
Another tug
... and I was kneeling on the rickety circle... chipped and sticky like a platform in a strip club.
One more tug
... I was standing on top of the table... the legs shuddering under my weight... wobbly... unsteady.
No need for instructions! My body was working independently of my brain. My hips started shaking... each movement more sweeping. I squatted down, legs splayed... salacious... seductive. I revealed a glimpse of my smooth snatch... tantalizing... alluring. Classy!
A little sneak peek... nothing more! Knees closed... and opened. Close... open... longer. Close... open... leaning backwards. The table creaked under my weight. My shoulders hit the sticky surface and I lifted my hips like I was trying to launch my crotch into orbit. A ray of light hit the welcome mat to my personal no-tell motel... and the door was still open.
I wanted to slam the damn thing shut, but instead my hips shifted into high gear.... rocking up and down... humping the air... so subtle. Honestly? It was lewd enough to make any stripper blush... but not enough to make Colton move. He just sat there on the bed, watching the free show. Frustration was brewing in me, driving me on. I needed his human flesh drive... I needed him all over me... claiming my body... railing my pussy. But he didn't move. Love the enthusiasm, douche!
My desperation cranked up, so I grabbed my dangling beef drapes... one in each hand... and peeled them apart. Opening the doors to my no-tell motel room, I revealed my safe box... and still nothing! Cool... cool, cool... not panicking at all.
"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling as hard as my cunt twitched. "Please, stuff your Aribot!"
Spectacular! Now, I was getting creative, coming up with naughty names. The things you do out of lust.
"You need it that bad, huh?" Colton smirked. "Gotta work for it, realbot reject. Show me how much you want it."
Ah, that dominant, commanding tone! Who could resist that? It made my heart pound and my pussy throb. I'd never felt so exposed... so vulnerable. But the fire in my loins was too strong to ignore. My hips began spinning... slow... deliberate. The table creaked and swayed beneath me... dangerous... precarious. Any second, it could crumble, making me crash and burn!
Desperation clawed at my insides. My hips thrust faster like a bunny humping in high speed. I pulled my fun flaps apart... wider and wider ... exposing the VIP area of my no-tell motel. Thanks, thirst... for even making me think that!
But hey, opening up... literally and metaphorically... worked! The pervy prick moved... finally! He sauntered over... casual... almost bored. He bent over me and looked deep into my cracked open safe box. Nice view, right?
And then I winced... when I heard the sound of spitting. And I flinched... when I felt the spitball hitting my bacon blinds.
"Not good enough! Keep stretching that cunt open. Not ready for the big boy express yet." Colton found the douchiest way to refer to his cock. "Don't worry, I can see no brain threatening to fall out."
Cool! He peeked up my 'loop of laments' like he was checking to see if a light was burning at the other end of the tunnel... which was my head. Normal... super normal!
"You wanted an expanded role at Aetherhead, didn't you?" The dickweasel asked. "Gotta get an expanded hole first."
Wow! What a breathtaking pun... a real word wizard. But honestly? I'd practically begged for it. Cringe or not, it sent shockwaves through my twat and made me move. I shoved my hands into my pussy... two fingers each. I pulled... wider and wider... stretching my snatch to its limit. Meanwhile, the dismissive douche rounded the rickety table. Reaching my head, he grabbed the belt and dragged me around. My body slithered over the sticky surface like a malfunctioning roomba wiping the stage clean for the next skanky stripper in line. What a blast!
He stopped when my head dangled over the edge. I knew the position... the
sword swallower
. On my back... head hanging down... laid out like a boob barn buffet. There was no straighter way down the throat... I was gonna become a human holster for his monster magnum. Neat!
Colton towered over me... dick in hand. No warning... unless you count
open wide, bitch
as a public service announcement. He just rammed that thing down as far as my mouth allowed. The only thing that stopped him were my lips... they couldn't stretch any wider. My face was stuffed. Nailed it... literally.
There was no finesse or foreplay... just a straight-up, balls-to-the-chin face fucking. The dirtbag grabbed my head and hammered down like he was trying to stuff a bazooka into a pocket holster. No way, my throat could take his colossal cock. But his hips pistoned like a jackhammer... unrelenting... drilling deeper and deeper. My throat stretched... adapted... and his shaft slipped in. Wow... biology can be a nightmare!
"Good bimbot!" Colton exclaimed in between grunts. "That's a first for me."
And my cheeks glowed with pride. Apparently, self-respect wasn't part of the Aetherdoll software. In my position... spread out like a gutted junk bot... I realized why the position was called the
sword swallower
, though personally
devils69
sounded more accurate. But the skull fucking continued... no break... no respite.
Thrust
... my gag reflex started singing a sloppy opera.
Thrust
... my flexible tip actuator got tenderized with repeated punches.
