“Ah! Ugh! Uh, hmph…!”
The sounds, thick with a pleasure bordering on pain, escaped my lips with every powerful thrust.
A profound pleasure washed over me instantly, like water rapidly rising, threatening to drown me in its intensity.
I felt like I could climax immediately if Master touched my front right now, so potent was the sensation.
It was then, unable to bear the surging feeling of coming and desperate to reach that release quickly, that I instinctively lowered my hand.
Before my trembling fingers could reach their destination, a strong hand caught mine.
Master lifted my wrist with surprising gentleness, only to bind it firmly above my head.
My eyes, wide with a mixture of desire and frustration, pleaded with him.
“Master… hmph…!”
I shook my head, a silent plea for him to release my hand, to let me find that elusive release.
But Master, impervious to my silent entreaties, wouldn’t let me go. Instead, he increased the speed of his thrusting, each powerful stroke driving me deeper into the throes of sensation.
“Augh!”
In the end, the release came unbidden, just from being roughly pounded from behind.
My body, a symphony of spasms, twitched and convulsed beneath him.
It was only then that Master finally released my hand. I gasped, only able to let out intermittent moans, the lingering echoes of my climax vibrating through me.
A belated, mortifying realization dawned: my lower half was “broken.”
Fearing I might make another mistake, might instinctively reach for myself again, I hastily covered myself, my hands fumbling with the sheets.
Master, who had been watching my twitching movements with a satisfied, almost smug expression, frowned at my sudden modesty.
“Why are you covering yourself?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Underneath… it’s broken, you know…”
I mumbled, my voice still hoarse with the aftermath of pleasure.
“Still worrying about that? I told you it’s not broken.”
Master’s hips thrust gently, a subtle command for me to move my hand. I couldn’t answer, only moaning and shaking my head, my face flushed with embarrassment.
When I kept trying to cover my lower half, Master finally reached out his hand, not to cover me, but to move me.
Suddenly, my body spun around, a surprising maneuver with Master still deeply embedded within me.
My body turned halfway, the strong sensation of his thick member scraping against my inner walls making me stiffen and gasp.
“Hah… Hmph…”
My breath hitched, a mix of shock and renewed arousal.
“Is this better?” he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
I knelt on the bed, lying prone, gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white.
In this position, Master definitely wouldn’t be able to see anything leaking from my genitals.
This small comfort was quickly shattered.
“Haaah!”
At that moment, Master thrust his member hard from behind, a powerful, unforgiving stroke that drove me even further onto the bed.
The pressure of him piercing deep inside made me throw my head back, my mouth opening in a silent scream.
My inner walls contracted strongly around him, a spontaneous clenching that made Master pause his movements for a moment.
“Ugh… Relax, Didi.”
His voice was low, a command mixed with a strange tenderness.
“J-just… Master, too deep… Ugh!”
I stammered, my words fragmented by the intensity.
“Hmph…” he grunted, a sound of satisfaction.
“Ah! Master…! Haaah! Argh! Hmph…!”
Master’s member pulled back, then pushed its way into my tight inside repeatedly, a relentless rhythm that stripped away my remaining control.
Unable to bear the surging pleasure, the arms that had been supporting my weight gave way.
My shoulders fell helplessly onto the duvet, my face pressed into the soft fabric.
As my legs also wobbled, threatening to buckle beneath me, Master gripped my waist with surprising strength and righted my body.
I accepted Master’s thing with only my buttocks raised, a vulnerable, yielding position.
With the supporting arms gone, my body shook violently up and down with each of Master’s thrusts.
My face was rubbed haphazardly against the duvet, my moans equally muffled by the fabric.
“Haaah, uh, uugh…! Ah! Ugh!”
My body was shaking so much that my vision blurred, the room swimming before my eyes.
Hot excitement rushed to my head, a dizzying wave of sensation.
Tears welled up, blurring my sight even further, and saliva I hadn’t managed to swallow dribbled from my open mouth, creating a small wet patch on the duvet.
My lower half was already “broken,” a milky liquid dripping with every powerful press of Master’s member inside me.
“Ah! Augh! F-faster! Ugh! M-Master…! Hmph! Slow down… Hmph!”
The contradictory pleas tumbled from my lips, a testament to the overwhelming sensations.
The speed of his thrusting inside increased, a relentless pounding.
Master firmly gripped my waist with his large hand, holding me tightly to prevent me from moving freely, from escaping this delicious torment.
Struggling to escape from Master’s grip only resulted in me wiggling my hips, inadvertently stimulating him further, intensifying the pleasure for both of us.
I clutched the duvet, panting, only able to let out fragmented moans.
The sounds of flesh colliding spread obscenely through the room, a wet, rhythmic slapping that filled the space.
Master bent his waist and layered his body over mine from behind, his weight pressing down on me.
I could feel his hotly aroused body, stiff with excitement, a throbbing heat against my back.
Master’s hand, large and possessive, grasped my already weak and limp lower half, sending a fresh jolt of sensation through me.
“Ow! Master!”
Just being held there, his fingers caressing, brought on an intense feeling of climax, the pleasure so sharp it verged on pain.
My opening, already stretched to its limit, yielded further as Master’s hand roughly stroked and squeezed, bringing me to the precipice again.
“No, don’t…! Not there… Ugh!”
I pleaded, but my words were lost in a gasp.
A hot breath touched the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Something unknown and wet slickly swept over the sensitive skin, a chilling premonition of what was to come.
I stiffened, gasping for breath, my body reflexively tensing and hardening.
Then, with a sudden “Thwack,” Master bit the back of my neck with his teeth.
“Haaah!”
I cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound.
“Gah…”
My body rigidly arched my neck, clenching my opening tightly, a desperate, instinctual response to the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
My waist arched intensely, almost uncontrollably, and suddenly, a milky liquid burst from the tip of my genitals.
Thin semen dripped onto the duvet, a testament to the unexpected, profound climax that had seized me.
I gripped the sheets tightly, my body trembling uncontrollably, the aftermath of the climax still coursing through me.
I had come just from being bitten on the neck, a sensation so primal and intense it left me breathless.
The throbbing at the back of my neck made the climax feel unending, each pulse sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my system.
“Ugh…”
The thing that had filled me inside pulled out, leaving my lower half feeling strangely empty, hollowed out by the intensity of the experience.
When Master finally released my waist, I collapsed onto the bed, a boneless heap.
I felt the duvet I was lying on was damp, not just from my own release but from his, and shivered despite the lingering heat in my body.
It seemed I wouldn’t be able to sleep in Master’s bed tonight either, the evidence of our intimacy too widespread.
My legs were trembling, a testament to the sheer physical exertion and overwhelming pleasure.
It was because I had been intimate with Master continuously until outside grew dark, the light fading from the windows as he relentlessly pursued his pleasure and mine.
At this rate, I felt like I would break down before Eve or Sophia, their mechanical resilience far outlasting my fragile human form.
If I did break down, it would definitely be Master’s fault, his insatiable desire pushing me to my limits and beyond.
My body was mottled, covered in marks, even though I wasn’t technically injured, just exquisitely used.
Now that the weather was getting better, others would be dressing lightly, enjoying the warmth of the approaching summer, but I would have to walk around alone, bundled in winter clothes, to hide the evidence of our days and nights.
My throat was parched from moaning all day, my vocal cords raw from the ceaseless cries of pleasure and pain.
As I went downstairs to drink water, my steps a little unsteady, Eve quickly approached me, his movements fluid and precise.
“Ah, Eve,” I managed to croak, offering a greeting with a smile, but my voice was so hoarse it was embarrassing to hear.
Ahem, I cleared my throat, trying to restore some semblance of normalcy, and headed for the kitchen, desperate for a cool drink.
Watching Eve follow me like a devoted puppy, his large, unblinking eyes fixed on me, I suddenly recalled what Sophia had said that morning.
Sophia, ever observant, had mentioned Eve had been lingering by the entrance for 15 hours.
But now Eve wasn’t aimlessly wandering the house, his behavior seemed perfectly normal, his programmed routines apparently re-engaged.
Could he have been waiting for me at the entrance…?
The thought, though illogical, tugged at something inside me.
I remembered Eve rushing to me in tears when I returned home in the morning, his usual stoic demeanor broken by what I could only interpret as distress.
But Eve was just an ordinary serving robot.
Emotional functions were only equipped in humanoids, sophisticated beings designed to mimic human feelings.
Eve wouldn’t disobey his programmed commands just to wait for me.
It must have been a momentary glitch, a fleeting error in his system.
Even though I knew it couldn’t be, even though logic dictated otherwise, I felt a strange pang of concern, a warmth spreading through me as if Eve had genuinely worried about me not returning all night.
To express my unspoken apologies to Eve, to acknowledge this strange, inexplicable connection, I spent some time with him in the living room, talking to him, letting him follow me as I moved about.
“You’re late.”
Returning to Master’s room, the setting sun casting long shadows through the windows, Master, who had finished showering, came out of the bathroom and greeted me.
Unlike me, who was utterly exhausted, every muscle aching, he looked refreshed and pleased, his skin glowing with health.
“I played with Eve for a bit,” I replied, my voice still a little raspy.
“Oh? Come here.”
I quickly went to Master’s side, drawn by the implicit command in his voice.
I felt a damp coolness from Master, who held me in his arms, his strong embrace surprisingly comforting, and lightly kissed my cheek.
The atmosphere wasn’t as sticky as before, the intense sexual energy having dissipated somewhat, so I relaxed and settled comfortably into Master’s embrace, allowing myself a moment of peace.
“Master, when is Thomas coming back?”
I asked, a thought suddenly occurring to me.
Thomas, our resident expert in all things robotic, was crucial for repairs.
“Next week. If things get sorted, he’ll be back even earlier.”
It seemed Thomas’s business trip was longer than expected.
I wouldn’t be able to get repairs from him for a while, a mild frustration given my current “broken” state.
But perhaps it was a good thing that Master wasn’t on a business trip; his presence, despite the physical toll, was a comfort.
Nick must have gone with him too, Thomas’s ever-present companion.
Recalling the two getting along so well, their easy camaraderie, I subtly held Master’s fingertips, a small gesture of affection.
“Master, I’m worried about Eve. Could you please ask Thomas to check him when he returns?”
Master said Eve was fine, his tone dismissive, but I wasn’t at ease.
My previous owner, a meticulous and wise individual, always used to say that.
Neglecting small errors would eventually lead to big problems, a philosophy that had proven true time and again.
It could be one of the minor symptoms that appear before a major malfunction, a subtle hint of a larger issue brewing beneath the surface of Eve’s seemingly normal operation.
“Alright, having Thomas check him when he returns wouldn’t be a bad idea. He did exhibit strange behavior a few times before.”
Master’s words surprised me, causing me to look up at his face, a little taken aback.
“Really…?”
If Master, who was far less observant of the household robots than I was, had noticed, then it truly was cause for concern.
Seeing Master say that, it seemed he had often witnessed Eve acting strangely.
I had the most interaction with Eve, spending hours in his presence, so why didn’t I know?
He always seemed normal in front of me, his circuits functioning perfectly, so I hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
No, perhaps I had been indifferent to Eve all this time, taking his presence for granted, not truly seeing him.
Thinking I should treat Eve better starting tomorrow, perhaps spend more intentional time with him, I yawned softly in Master’s arms, the day’s exhaustion finally catching up with me.
“Sleepy?”
Master murmured, his voice soft against my hair.
“Yes…”
Perhaps because I hadn’t rested at all since returning home, the fatigue washed over me in a heavy wave.
Master, who had been tormenting me without a moment’s rest, seemed perfectly fine, his energy boundless.
Feeling a little unfairly treated, a small pout forming on my lips, I slipped out of Master’s embrace and lay on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress.
The sheets no longer felt damp against my skin, a small victory.
It was thanks to me vehemently opposing Master calling Sophia to clean and insisting on changing them myself, a small act of defiance after a day of complete submission.
As I let my body sink into the soft, dry duvet, the luxurious comfort wrapping around me, sleepiness quickly overcame me.
“Sleep well, Didi.”
Master’s voice was a gentle lullaby.
“Will you be sleeping late, Master?”
I mumbled, my eyelids growing heavy.
“Yes. So you go to sleep first.”
He replied, his tone indicating he had things to do, perhaps paperwork or simply enjoying the quiet of the night.
“Okay… Good night, Master…”
I wanted to fall asleep with Master, to feel his comforting presence beside me, but I couldn’t fight off the overwhelming drowsiness.
My body felt heavy, my eyelids weighted down, refusing to stay open.
I closed my eyes, listening to Master’s soft murmur, the last sound I registered before drifting off.
“Rest well. You’ll be busy tomorrow.”
Busy tomorrow, what does that mean…?
The question echoed in my fading consciousness, a fleeting thought before sleep claimed me completely.
I wanted to wake up and ask Master, to understand his cryptic words, but my body felt heavy, as did my eyelids, dragging me down into oblivion.
A warm touch on my forehead, a gentle kiss perhaps, was the last thing I felt before I slowly drifted off to sleep, the promise of a busy day hanging in the air.