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Max and Theresa looked at their new housebot as it stood in the midst of the discarded packaging from which it had emerged. A domed cylinder atop a single spherical wheel, it waited patiently. It was about five feet tall and had four extendable arms spaced around its circumference. Their last robot had served them well but had finally gone on to the great recharging station in the sky.
"It looks awfully like a sex toy, doesn't it?" she said.
"Shall we call it Mr. Vibro then?" Max laughed at his own joke.
Theresa, whose nick name was 'Terry-my-clothes-off' giggled, but said "I think not."
"The AI is supposed to be a major upgrade. It learns to anticipate your needs so the longer it's around you the less you need to give detailed or even any instructions at all."
"I think I'll name him, Botman. Is that alright with you?" She addressed the machine directly.
"I am Botman" it agreed in a deep, gravelly voice. Albeit one with a faint brassy undertone that betrayed its synthetic nature. It had already scanned their digital profiles and found them to be fans of pre-Holo media, especially that of the comic book movie era.
The couple dissolved into gales of laughter. Theresa was the first to recover. She stepped closer to the robot and laid her hand on its case. It was cool and she felt a barely discernable hum from inside.
"It has a sense of humor," she observed.
"More accurately, it's decided that we do and is responding to us. That's pretty fast work off of three sentences and your sweet giggle. I think it's going to work out fine. Ok buddy, time to get to work."
The machine began gathering the remains of the shipping container. The humans watched for a moment and then left the room.
Theresa sat on her bed wrapped in a towel. Botman had fed her a delicious dinner after work and she'd spent the rest of the evening soaking in an old-fashioned bath. She was warm, soft and more than a little horny. Sadly, Max was on an overnight business trip.
Time for a bit of self-bondage
, she thought. After selecting the toys that she wanted to use, she stepped to the door and called out.
"Botman, I'm going to take a nap. Please, don't disturb me."
"Yes, Theresa." it replied in its flat voice.
Terry attached the soft restraints to the four posts of their antique Victorian bed. Almost two hundred years old, it was the pride of their bedroom and the soft straps were as much to protect its finish as her skin. She slipped her feet into the loops and gently tugged them snug. Her left hand went next. Her breathing was speeding up already.
A short, but thick vibrator set on low was lubed up and placed in her cunt. Sometimes it and her fantasy were enough to bring her off, but sometimes not. The suspense was all part of the fun. She thought about using a gag but for safety, settled for a snug blindfold instead.
The restraint for her right hand was in two parts with a small lock to tie the post section to the wrist section. Terry had made sure that the key was in reach on the pillow before blindfolding herself. Much practice made locking the sections together fairly easy even in the dark. The click of the lock gave her a pleasant shiver. She tugged at the straps and smiled at the solid feel.
What shall it be tonight? Pirates sounded like fun.
She was Lady Daphne Smythe, virgin but not entirely innocent daughter of a large plantation owner on Jamaica. Pirates had raided while her father was away. She and the servants had hidden the valuables but had been captured while escaping. She could hear the other women screaming as the pirate crew sported with them.
The Captain had marked her for himself and had sworn to force her to reveal the location of the hidden treasure. He'd ordered some of the men to strip her naked and bind her to the bed in her own room, but to leave her otherwise unmolested. The naked lust in their eyes at the sight of her bared body made her blush hotly. She would never forget the feel of their calloused hands on her naked flesh as they stripped her clothes away. Escape was impossible. She heard heavy sea boots outside her door. The Captain paused in the doorway and looked at her with an unreadable expression.
Theresa twisted on the bed. The sex toy filling her buzzed relentlessly. Her juices were seeping past it and dripping down her crack. She wished that the straps were tighter. She loved the stretched feel of complete immobilization. Maybe Max would indulge her when he got home. The sex toy slipped fractionally. She tried to press her thighs together to shift it back, but the bondage prevented her. Her inner muscles just managed to grip the now very slippery toy. A wave of pleasure washed over her body as she tightened her cunt.
Terry moaned softly. She scooted herself down the mattress and rolled her hips. If she could just get it deeper, she knew she'd cum. It was almost there and the 'almost' was driving her crazy. Unnoticed, the back of her hand bumped the key and it slid down the pillow. The woman thrashed on the bed trying to move the vibrator just a bit deeper. The tiny key bounced merrily until it fell behind her elbow.
Daphne turned away as the Captain approached her captive body. He was carrying a whip and his pants bulged. He teased the coiled lash gently over her form. She shivered with fear and some other emotion. His strong hands gripped her chin and forced her to face him.
"Do you fear the whip? You should. I shall show you something."
He laid the coiled instrument on her belly and strip off his shirt. The leather was cold against her skin. His chest was as brawny as you'd expect a sailor and fighter's to be. A scowling red devil tattoo glared at her from the Captain's chest. Slowly, he turned around.
Daphne caught her breath. His back was a mass of criss-crossed scars piled one on the other. Her gorge rose in her throat and she swallowed hard to keep her last meal down. She couldn't understand how he'd survived one such flogging. That he'd endured many seemed incredible to her. He sat beside her and picked up his whip. The supple leather slid through his fingers suggestively.
Theresa was so close that she thought it would drive her crazy. Unfortunately, her gushing juices were making it harder and harder to maintain her grip on the toy. No matter how she twisted or rolled her hips, it was gradually backing out of her. It looked like she might have abort with the bondage and finish with her fingers. At least it should be one hell of an orgasm. She sank back into her fantasy for one more try.
"Once I was as loyal a tar that ever sailed for His Majesty's Navy. Now I am a pirate. The cat-o-nine-tails and the desire to survive made that change. The Navy is hard at the best of times and hellish in others. I am hardened by the life I've led and now I take what I want or need..."
"This is a toy compared to the cat that moused with me but--"
He leaned down and touched his lips to her ear. His beard tickled her neck and she could smell the rum that he'd drunk. His palm cupped her cheek then his hand drifted down and his fingertips brushed her throat.
"--you are soft. Brave you may be, but that won't save you. The things we demand are trifles to your father's riches. Give them and be returned to him safe and unbroken."
Her tormenter's hand covered her breast and twiddled the nipple. Daphne gasped at the sensation. He stood and uncoiled the whip behind him. White hot pain exploded in her as he cut the whip across her thighs. Her naked body bucked on the mattress but she clamped her jaws together and managed to remain silent. The captain smiled at her sardonically.
Theresa groaned in frustration as the dildo fell out of her. The tip rest against her taint and sent the slightest of vibrations into her. "Fuck this.", she muttered. Her hand reached for the key. Her groping became more frantic when the bit of metal eluded her. Panic at the thought of being truly trapped was making her pulse race.
