The Pornstar And The Dombot

[Humorous][Robot][Domination][Orgasm denial][Clit torture][Makeover][Consensual][Femsub]

It was that very special time when the orbiting solar shade split the sky in half; one hemisphere pitch black, the other milky with stars.

Suddenly a blazing spot appeared on the line between them; as bright as the contact point of an arc welder. That spot quickly stretched into an eye-searing line as though the sky itself was splitting apart and, over the course of several minutes, the sun was fully unveiled; replacing the darkness below with bright noonlight.

The streetlights switched off and people stirred restlessly in their beds. "Night" was over and "Day" had begun.

Not for Char though; her package had arrived 3 hours ago and she'd been putting it together since then.

"You're going in my puuuussyyy" she sang to herself while she fiddled with the spring-loaded cock. She pressed it until it locked into place and then searched the box to see if there was anything left.

Aside from a manual (Unread), there was only a large bottle that read 'Genuine imitation semen. Does not stain clothes' She poked the bottle into a few likely places before finding the right port and filling it up.

"You're going in my pussy, tooooo" she reprised, before discarding the bottle in a random direction as soon as the synthetic balls were full.

She rubbed her glasses on her homemade cutoff sweatpants, somehow making them both dirtier. Then she looked at what she had built. Was it done? She was pretty sure it was done.

She rubbed her hands together and cackled as she flung herself back onto her beanbag (A bag from the laundromat that she'd never unpacked.) "Dombot!" She commanded "Activate"

To her delight, the Dombot straightened up; its various servos and actuators engaging. There was a distinct crackling as its positronic brain came online.

Char yanked her shorts down so they hung off one ankle and spread her legs wide. She put one finger into the thick thatch between her legs and started circling her clit.

"What is my directive?" The Dombot spoke.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm a pornstar"

"Acknowledged"

Eagerly, Char spread the lips of her pussy apart; creating a glistening pink parting in the forest of hair, but the Dombot didn't approach her.

After a couple of seconds she scowled at it, got up, and went for a closer look.

The Dombot looked fine; its broadly humanoid body looked normal; it should be able to move, but it wasn't.

Then she looked at the blank tablet of its head and saw the images flashing past.

"Learning to fuck like a pornstar" she read, "Are you downloading all the porn on the internet?!"

The Dombot didn't respond. Couldn't respond until the setup procedure was complete.

"Halt! Stop! End! Kill-9!"

Nothing. Stupid mandatory downloads.

Char pressed the spring-loaded cock a few times to see if it would pop out again. At the very least maybe she could bend over her kitchen counter and back herself into it! But it was pointless; even the cock was locked up.

She rubbed her pussy in a frustrated way as she looked at the flashing images of women having way more fun than her. "I should've just used your cock for a bit before installing it"

"But you didn't," said the Dombot.

Char squealed with delight as it came alive, grabbed her wrists, and easily overpowered her. It stripped her out of her shirt, leaving her naked.

"Finally! I've been waiting for this for a long time. I'm ready for you." She leaned back on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs to put her pussy on offer again.

"I'll decide when you're ready." It bundled up her shirt and threw it across the room to join her shorts.

Then it spun her around and pushed her in the direction of her clothes, sending her off with a ringing slap on her ass "Pick them up"

"Oooo" Char bit her lip and obediently ran towards them; gathering them up in her arms. "What are you going to do with them? Tie me up? Gag me? Or do you want me to-"

"Wash them"

Char's thought process skipped a gear and ground to a halt. "What?"

"Your clothes are filthy. On the crotch of your... shorts, alone I can see 3 distinct stains. 2 of them are different pasta sauces. The third, inexplicably, is semen. I have taken a representative sample of all the pornstars in the world and none of them dress like you. Wash them"

Char thought about this for a moment. Then she dropped her clothes on the ground, and threw her hands up as she rolled her eyes. "Ooookay, something has clearly gone wrong. I'm just going to restart you and try this again"

"Dom voice activate"

"What?"

The green LEDs around the Dombot's face all turned red "Are you questioning me?"

Char froze to the spot; her heart beating in her chest. The voice was

calibrated

. Made in a lab to invoke a 200 million year old ancestral memory that warned her that she was small and crunchy and should hide in the grass from the animals that were big and crunch-y.

The Dombot approached her. Taller than she'd realised.

"Are you being a bad girl?"

"No sir" whispered Char. The words just slipped out. She started to rub her thighs together.

The Dombot leaned in. Its voice was quiet and dangerous. "Wash them"

===

"You know" said Char, as she measured out laundry powder. "The crazy thing is that this is kind of working for me. I mean I'd be having more fun if you forced me to do something like crawl down the hall with cum on my face, but it's the same basic idea in the end, and God knows I've jilled to some weirder stuff"

She closed the lid and pressed the start button. There was a beep and the sound of rushing water as the machine filled up.

"So I can't help noticing that you've got me naked and bent over this machine" She grinned over her shoulder and shook her ass back and forth. "Is your plan to fuck me over my laundry? Because I could be into that."

The Dombot stood behind her and pressed its thumbs into the muscles of her lower back. She sighed as it slowly moved up her body, some massage program helping it perfectly find the seams between her muscles, easing tension and helping her feel relaxed.

The fingers worked round to her flank and she gasped as they brushed her breasts, then she squealed as one suddenly whipped up to grab her hair. "I have a better idea" it said.

It walked out of the bathroom, hardly slowing down as its giggling cargo trotted alongside it.

"Pornstars are not fucked in rooms that look like this. Start cleaning"

There was another long pause as Char took in her living situation and processed the demand. "Okay" she said, a little hesitantly "I know it was kind of hot the way you made me do laundry"

"It was"

"And I'm sure you know I like it when someone puts me in my place"

"I do"

"But I have literally never cleaned up when a guy is coming over and I'm not going to start n-"

The Dombot was slowly turning towards her. The LED's had turned red again. With the greasy window occluding the light, they cast a red glow over the entire apartment.

Char rallied "No! No way! This'll take hours. No dick is worth that much time-"

There was a hiss of displaced air as a riding crop ejected from some hidden recess in the Dombot's wrist. "Hands on your head" it said, in that low, dangerous, voice "Elbows and legs apart"

Char complied. "What's your plan? Do you think you can whip me until I do house work?"

The Dombot didn't answer. It slid the crop along Char's pussy. The shaft was so smooth that it felt almost oily against her clit. She shivered.

"B-because you can't. I can take anything you can dish out."

The Dombot brought the crop up to the level of her breasts and positioned it so that it was just barely touching both nipples. Char unconsciously arched her back, but the Dombot just took the crop away.

"That feels really smooth, is that made of a special material?"

"It is. It's a special crop made out of space elevator cable." The Dombot slid the crop down her thigh, letting her feel it against her skin. "It is durable, flexible, and has material properties you can't even imagine."

Char trembled.

"And of course, I can use it more proficiently than any human could. I have mechanical precision and I can track heat flow under your skin to find the perfect spots to torture you. Make no mistake, Ms Char, I can break you"

Char was breathing heavily. The Dombot returned the crop to between her legs, where it picked up a generous pearl of her juice on the shaft.

"And you are going to clean your apartment because if you don't" It took the crop away "I won't use it on you."

Char groaned; her pussy felt very empty.

"Okay" she negotiated "What if I made the bed?"

"Clean your apartment"

"I could pick the rubbish of the floor"

"Clean your apartment"

The Dombot crossed its arms, putting the crop out of Char's reach. Then it just waited for Char to break.

It didn't take long.

===

"You know, I don't have to do this." said Char as she filled a garbage bag with instant noodle containers and assorted paper rubbish. "I have a whole phone full of horny boys who would love to be balls deep in this puss"

On the last word she slapped her wrists against her thighs and brought her hands up into finger guns, her knees wide like in a John Wayne movie.

The Dombot didn't respond. It just continued standing with its arms crossed.

"I bet I could call two over at once. Work me back and forth like a piston" She demonstrated by turning side-on and thrusting her hips back and forth, grunting like a pig with each thrust.

The Dombot was unmoved. Char scowled at it.

"In fact I could call my entire contact list. Just bury me in cock. Do you know why I didn't do that?"

"I might infer" said the Dombot "That since you referred to them as 'Horny boys' you don't consider any of them capable of dominating you in the way that you need."

"Ha!" said Char, pointing at it "Ha!", but she didn't seem to have anything to follow that, and after a few seconds she picked up the garbage bag and carried it towards the rubbish chute in the kitchen.

"I might

infer

that I could be drowning in dicksand right now" she muttered as she passed the Dombot "I should've just called in an army of horny boys"

"But you didn't." Said the Dombot. It swung the crop into her ass with a crack that filled the room.

"Eek!" Char jumped, dropping the sack. She turned around and glared at the Dombot as she rubbed her backside. But the glare slowly faded as it was replaced with a blush and dopey grin.

She picked up the bag again and dumped it down the rubbish chute without further complaint. A fresh red line joining the half dozen already cooling on her ass.

There was silence for several minutes as Char wiped down her kitchen counters with a spray cleaner. Then she started speaking again.

"You realise this is all backwards, right? Robots are meant to sort out the domestic work by doing it themselves, not making humans do it. This is like, robots take over the world, but instead of cool sci-fi battles they just act like dicks."

The Dombot had no comment on this.

"And you, you're a sex bot. Sure you're meant to wipe out humanity, but that's meant to be because we're having so much fun fucking you that we don't bother to breed with each other. What does the future hold now? A bunch of people fucking themselves to death in their apartments while I'm the only one who brought a defective sex bot that makes me clean."

She rinsed out her cleaning cloth in the sink "At least my apartment will look nice when the descendants of the pregnancy fetishists inherit it"

She looked at the immobile Dombot and rolled her eyes. "I bet this is my fault for not buying a Subbot. I bet a Subbot would have fucked me stupid, cleaned my apartment, and then thanked me for the privilege."

She got the window cleaner out of the cupboard and made for her greasy window. "Should've bought a Subbot" she muttered.

"But you didn't"

"Eek!"

===

"There! It's clean! It took 5 and and half hours but it's fucking clean! Are you happy now?"

"Yes" said the Dombot, as it turned its head to take in the whole apartment. It reached over and started stroking her hair. "I'm happy with how the apartment looks, and I'm proud of you for sticking with it even when it was hard."

"Okay" said Char; leaning into the headpats "You're still a jerk and I hate you."

"But I am very pleased with you. Kneel down, Ms Char"

Char didn't respond at first. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying the attention. Then her eyes sprung open as she realised what the Dombot had said.

"Wait really? Am I finally getting that Philip K Dick?" She dropped eagerly to the floor. Not quite kneeling, more of a crouch.

"Are you going to start with making me give you a blowjob? Lots of porn scenes start like that"

"They do, but no" The Dombot dodged out of the way as she lunged and let her sprawl on the floor. "Kneel properly with your hands behind your back. I ordered some bags from a delivery service when I saw that you were close to being finished. They arrived 3 minutes ago"

"Okay" said Char; eyeing up the opaque bags as the Dombot retrieved them. "So like... sex toys? Handcuffs? Butt plugs?" She squirmed a bit; warming up to the idea. "Icy hot cream? Suspension ties? Rubber bitchsuit? Silicone tongue chainsaw?"

"Dumplings" said the Dombot as it took a container out of the first bag. "You have been doing physical labour for 5.5 hours, you haven't eaten at all today, and, based on your rubbish, you've been surviving on Instant Noodles and Pocky."

"Come on, are we still doing this? I want dick so badly; can't you just feed me your cock like a normal guy?"

The Dombot didn't dignify that with an answer. Dexterously using chopsticks to place a dumpling into her mouth. "Chew" it commanded.

Char did so, and as soon as she bit down, she was startled by the rush of savoury liquid warming her throat. "Soup dumplings?" She asked, chewing on the rich pork inside.

"Yes, one of the things you threw out was an old todo list which included 'Learn to pick up those fucking dumplings without tearing them with the chopsticks' I have no such difficulty" As if to demonstrate that fact, it picked up another dumpling and waited for her to open her mouth again.

Char did so; she was suddenly ravenously hungry. She got through another 4 dumplings before she spoke again.

"Alright, I'm just putting this together. I'm kneeling down, hands behind my back, tits out, puss out. Nobody actually fucking me. And you're hand-feeding me. What kind of porn did you download there? If we're doing weird fetish stuff then can we do something a bit more spicy?"

"This isn't a porn thing. I'm a Dombot first, and you're my responsibility. I suspect that if you didn't have a yearning to be taken care of like this, then you wouldn't have bought a Dombot"

Char looked down at the floor, which suddenly felt a little unstable. Very softly, she said "ha". But there was no followup on that. And after a few seconds she accepted another dumpling.

Neither said anything else to each other until Char had finished two containers of dumplings and drunk a vitamin drink.

The Dombot touched her face. Gently tilting her chin to look at it. "That's enough" it said, "Go have a shower"

===

The fat scalding drops of the shower drummed down on her body like a white noise machine.

Char stretched her tired muscles, luxuriating in the way the hot water relaxed them.

She smiled and took her body wash, rubbing it into her body and enjoying the bubbles it left behind as the grime slid off her steaming pink skin.

To the tune of the hokey pokey song, she sang "Oh soapy soapy" and rubbed more body wash against her chest and arms. She held hands to make a loop and blew, but the bubble was too big and popped.

Frowning, she pushed her breasts together and tried to blow a bubble through them. If anything that was even less effective. She gave up on that and just kept singing to herself as she rubbed her soapy breasts to the beat. "Knees in, arms legs, ra ra AUGH!"

She threw the body wash bottle as the door opened, and the Dombot caught it.

"Oh hey. I legitimately forgot you were out there"

"I believe you'll find me memorable later" said the Dombot as it put the bodywash back on the shelf and grabbed her shampoo, climbing into the shower with her (Waterproof apparently, that would have probably been in the manual).

It put a hand on her shoulder to turn her around and squeezed the shampoo into her hair, rubbing it in to make a gentle lather.

Char closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention, the Dombots fingers felt amazing as they massaged her scalp. She leaned back against its warm metal body as it washed her hair out and started with the conditioner; not one of hers, a curiously chemical one that must have been in one of the bags.

"This is really nice" she said, sleepily, "Can we just keep doing this?"

"First you need a trim"

She heard snipping sounds and opened her eyes. The Dombot was cutting her hair, the scissors dancing around her head.

"Doesn't my hair need to be dry for that?"

"I'm confident I have enough control"

"Hey I'm not complaining" She leaned back and closed her eyes again. Only to suddenly open them again. "I just realised what you're doing! You're customising me."

"Hold still"

"You're asserting your dominance by changing the way I look" She leaned forward and grinned over her shoulder. "Are you going to turn me into your little sex kitten-AH!"

The Dombot had pinched her clit. "Hold still"

"Yes sir" She leaned back against its chest again.

"Good girl"

Char rested and closed her eyes as the Dombot continued its ministrations. "You know I had a guy who did this to me once. He shaved my pussy and filled my closet with slutty clothes that would flash people if I wasn't careful. He said my tits and cunt were too nice to hide away." She bit her lip "It was pretty hot the way he owned me"

She reached behind herself and ran her fingers over the Dombot's crotch. This time, to her delight, the spring-loaded cock popped out for her. She closed her fingers over it, feeling the moulded veins on the silicone surface.

"If I had an official appointment then he would make me beg him for some normal clothes. He actually kept my office clothes in a safe under the bed. Otherwise he would take sheer fabrics and crotchless panties and dress me up like a doll. He said that he was comfortable showing off

his

pussy so there wasn't a problem."

The Dombot gave her a warning squeeze on her clit, she hadn't even realised that she'd started bucking her hips. She focused on the Dombot's cock, sliding her hand up and down its length as the warm water trickled over both of them.

"In the end he never even used me that often. I think he just really liked owning me. That's not going to be a problem for you though is it? Your literal purpose is to fuck me" She smiled and slowly tilted her hips backwards, lining the lips of her pussy up against the firm silicone of the Dombot's spring-loaded cock.

Carefully keeping her head still, she started moving her hips backwards, feeling the hot stretch as it parted her lips.

The Dombot took a firm grip of her clit and held her in place.

"Ow, dammit! What the hell! I was being a good girl!"

"Yes. But my directive is to fuck you like you're a pornstar and you're not ready yet." It turned her around and crouched in front of her, keeping its grip on her clit.

"What could be left at this point? You going to make me do a pre-fuck photo shoot? Post thirst traps on insta? Maybe- oh"

The Dombot was holding a razor in front of her hairy pussy.

Slowly, Char started to grin, her irritation evaporating. "Going to customise your pussy?"

The Dombot started slowly pulling and relaxing Char's clit, never going too far. It settled into a pleasurable pulse in time with her heartbeat. Char closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.