Holed Up Ch. 02

I woke up to a myriad of feelings and sensations.

Darkness. Wetness. Soreness. Tiredness. What the heck had happened last night?

And what was on my face?

I tried to swing my arm up to my eyes, attempting to swat at whatever blocked out my vision. Instead, I made a weak attempt at raising my hand above my hair, as I groaned in pain.

Every single one of my muscles was sore. I'd really wound myself up last night.

And yet...The memories of the emotion, the sensation, and the pleasure that captivated me hadn't faded away. They just served as a reminder, mental and physical, about what it meant to feel pleasure. To let my body run wild and free, not beholden to rules of what a girl shouldn't and shouldn't do.

It was freeing. But also tiring. I needed to get up and do something more productive than sit in bed.

I slowly slid my hand along the bed, feeling the flannel on my bare skin, and brought my fingers up to my eyes.

I remembered that Gustav had given me a sleeping mask, probably to make sure I slept well.

No...He had put it on me without my having asked him to.

It didn't bother me. I thought it was kind of cute. Almost romantic.

I pulled the mask off the top of my head, bringing light into my eyes on a bright Saturday morning.

The clock on my dresser read 9:54 AM. I'd slept really well...

But I wasn't normally the type of person to lounge around all morning. I needed to do...Something. I wasn't sure what, but I'd figure it out.

I shifted myself in bed, and tucked my legs underneath me. They felt sore, but not painful. I'd be all right.

Pushing up with my hands, I sat up in bed, letting the blankets fall off me. The open air tickled my skin, sending a shiver throughout my body. I still felt wet, almost sticky, from last night's experience. But this sensation felt electrifying, almost exciting, in a way I'd never felt before.

I kind of liked it.

Looking up, I saw that crazy girl in the mirror again. Only this time, she didn't look so crazy. Sure her hair was messy, and she wasn't wearing anything, and her skin looked kind of shiny...But you'd never really know what she'd done last night, would you?

I could hear Gustav already up and about, doing something in the kitchen. I hadn't asked him to make breakfast...Was this him learning again? Whatever it was, I wanted to talk to him.

But I wanted to look decent. Somewhat.

I slipped on some underwear and clipped on a bra, feeling the sensation in those areas dim as I did so. Wearing clothes already felt stifling, short of suffocating. Even loose-fitting sweatpants and a t-shirt felt weird. Not like things didn't fit, but it just felt...weird. I couldn't really describe it, but I wasn't crazy about feeling this way.

Content with my clothing, I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen, where Gustav was just about done making scrambled eggs. As far as I know, he didn't actually need to eat anything. Instead, he just connected to a charger every night, "sleeping" as a person would.

It was strange thinking of him as some sort of robot, or as a servant of any sort, after the treatment he'd given me last night. How much further could that go? Were there rules?

Did I want to know if there were?

"Good morning, Miss Kiley," he warmly welcomed me. In his hands was a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. The complete breakfast for a Saturday morning.

"Morning," I replied with a chirp. "How did you know what I would want for breakfast?" I asked, staring at the breakfast in his hands.

"I mentioned to you how I am now able to learn from your actions and behaviors. This also includes historical data and information from the past several months that I have spent with you and Miss Aastha," he offered.

That threw me off. "But you said last night that you were only able to 'learn' when ARtech flipped that switch. How could you learn about my breakfast habits if I hadn't had breakfast until now?"

"I only said that I was able to learn last night, but that never excluded my ability to learn from information I already retained." He put the plate down on the table next to him. "My time with you and Miss Aastha created a significant amount of information that I was never able to act on autonomously. It always required direct input from you or Miss Aastha to do anything with that information."

Gustav's voice was as chipper and strong as always. He probably guessed that I was going to ask him this question as soon as he'd made me breakfast.

"Due to the volume of information at hand, I needed to process the information overnight in order for it to be meaningful to you. As the information about the female orgasm became known to you and organized in your mind, a great deal of existing information needed to be organized to me in a way that I could access it."

Hmmm. He had me there. It was still a little spooky to me that he'd remembered the past couple of months with Aastha and I, but I guess that only made sense.

I sat down and dug into the plate he'd made for me. It was delicious, cooked just the way I always liked it. Him learning all about me definitely had some positives!

"I, uh, suppose that's fine with me," I replied. How smooth, after he'd just dumped so much information on me. That's really the best I could reply with? No wonder I needed this thing around.

"If there is anything else I can do for you, Miss Kiley, please let me know," Gustav gently obliged.

"Ahkshually," I replied, with a mouthful of toast in my mouth. I gulped it all down. "I did want to...talk. About some stuff." I looked at him more strongly than before this time.

He turned towards me intently, showing that he was listening.

"I, ah, had a big orgasm last night," trying to make a joke out of it. With an android, that type of thing was harder to land.

"Yes, you experienced a significant amount of pleasure all at once. That was the first orgasm of your life."

He didn't ask me if it was my first orgasm; he just knew. Had he learned that about me? Or could he just tell?

"Yeah, it felt incredible. Amazing. But I feel really really tired from it. I'm kind of struggling just eating this food."

"That would be normal for someone like you, who's never had such a strong mental or physical input as you had. I can say that it becomes less physically exhausting over time."

Well, that's a relief!

"I want to do it again. Not now, but...soon." The day was young, and I really had nothing better to do than learn more about myself.

What I felt, what I went through, I never knew I was capable of feeling like that. Why would I deny myself such elation?

"Certainly, Miss Kiley. If I recall, though, you had asked me about helping you shave your crotch?"

Ah. That would be a problem. "Yeah, about that, I don't think I have anything to shave with. Even if I did, I have no idea how to do it."

"Miss Aastha may have the necessary shaving supplies. I'm sure you could use and then replace them without her knowing."

There he was, always thinking ahead.

"Ok. But I don't even know what I'm looking for, let alone how to use it. The only real shaving I've ever seen is those fancy razors for guys that are in commercials all the time."

"What if I acquired the necessary shaving materials for you? Then I can teach and shave you at the same time."

"That'll work!"

"Wonderful. Please remove your clothes and meet me back in here when you are ready."

"In here? The kitchen? You're gonna shave me in here?"

"This will require a flat surface with a lot of space. In order to have full access to your body, I will need to work here."

I had no frame of reference for shaving, so I was in no position to argue.

Gustav sent me to my room to strip, while he got whatever tools he needed.

I ended up back in my room, taking off my clothes slowly.

It felt so much different when someone else took them off, versus when I just shrugged out of them. I'd have to ask Gustav to take my clothes off again. But that meant putting them back on...

Just the feeling of the cool air on my skin felt incredible. Freeing. Calming. I'd have to pull the shades throughout my apartment, but I could get used to being naked more often if it meant feeling this way.

I saw Gustav go in and out of a couple of rooms, finally returning to the kitchen and not coming back out. I guess it was time!

My feet padded back into the small little space, which had just enough room for the essentials. Gustav motioned for me to recline on the dining room table, upon which he'd laid out some blankets and towels to cushion the otherwise hard surface.

"I can tell that you are anxious to get started," quipped Gustav.

"Is it that obvious?" I replied, unsure of what he was referring to.

"Look between your legs," he remarked. I looked down to see glistening trails of something coming down my thighs.

"What...is this?" I asked in a scared tone.

"It means you are turned on. Horny. Another way of saying that you're excited."

Turned on. Excited. Horny. Those were pretty good words to describe how I was feeling. Really good...

I laid myself out on my back, getting comfortable with a pillow underneath my head. Gustav's hands grabbed my thighs and spread them apart, revealing them to the open air. To him.

I looked up into his eyes. He looked down on me with a gentle, reassuring smile. I smiled back.

Gustav showed me the shaving cream, an unassuming bottle with a bit of white stuff on the end. He said it would lather up my hair, lubricating it, making it easier to take off with the razor.

He also revealed a small pair of scissors, to cut at the longer hairs on top.

"This is going to feel strange, Miss Kiley, but it will also feel very good. Are you ready?"

"Y...Yes. I think. Yes. Please!"

Careful fingers began making their way through my jungle of hair, setting me off in all the right ways. It was calming, yet exciting, to be bare before someone else. To trust them to do something so important as this. To actually let them do it.

This wasn't nearly as jarring as last night. For one, I wasn't exactly reclining, so I couldn't move around too much. Gustav's ministrations didn't lend themselves too much to me leaning in at all.

The only thing I could do was sit, try to listen to Gustav, and relax.

It was difficult for me to glance down and see what he was doing, as it hurt my neck to look at such an angle for too long. When I couldn't look, narration of my shaving was uttered instead.

Snip went the scissors, gush went the shaving cream can, "Uuhhhhh" moaned the horny girl. This was so clinical, yet it was so strange. I was getting shaved in my own kitchen!

The motions of gentle kept me alert, extremely sensitive to what was going on down there. The dance of the wand over my pussy felt like someone mowing their lawn, back and forth across my skin.

Shadows on the kitchen curtains played tricks with the light. Who could even look in?

Even if someone could look, what did I care if they did? I was getting my body taken care of, like shampooing it or putting on deodorant. It was pretty normal for girls to shave down there. Someone was just doing it for me!

Time seemed to stand still. I waded in a pond of pleasure, unable to break this calm.

That was until I truly felt the air on my bare cunt. And wow oh wow did that feel incredible! Incredible, outstanding pulses all over. The eye of the storm was centered right over my clitty...Now standing tall with no hair to compete with. Instead, fingers continued to massage shaving cream all around it and my crotch, lighting it up.

"Miss Kiley, I am going to flip you over to shave your other side."

"Mmmmmmhhhhhhh!" I couldn't even give a half-hearted reply, I was so lost and out of touch with everything but my being touched.

I felt hands twisting, turning, contorting me. All I saw was a blur of skin and the kitchen around me. If I wasn't already so far gone, it would've been disorienting.

My jamboree ended with my butt pointing straight up to the sky, and my back to the air. I had a clear view of my boobies, and beyond that my shaved pussy.

Shaved pussy. I'd been shaved by some robot, just because I'd asked him to. No, because he'd suggested it. Did I care which was the truth? What did it matter?

Cold, light cream licked the edges of my pussy, my butt, all the sensitive areas I'd always known but never felt. I felt my body be pulled, pushed, kneaded based on wherever it was I had hair down there.

The precise touches on my skin, coming into just the right amount of contact, lit up my senses with fire. I began gyrating, humping into the pressure.

"Miss Kiley, I will not be able to safely do my work if you continue to move."

Ugh. Why did he stop? Oh, because I was moving too much. That could have been a problem. I couldn't control myself...Everything just felt great!

I looked down at my tits, super close to my mouth. Very very close.

My nose twitched on its own, absorbing the heady scent that wafted from my nipples. I smelled really, really good.

I stuck out a tongue. I tasted really good, and the flick of my tongue triggered another jolt.

While the rest of my crotch was shaved and cleaned up, I licked and chewed on my boobs. At some point, one of my nipples ended up inside my mouth! Now I could really taste myself...and I tasted good. Delicious. Soft.

I sucked and chewed and sucked, waiting for nothing in particular. My entire body felt sweaty and sexy.

Time didn't really matter to me at this point. Everything felt super warm and fuzzy and comfortable.

I was sucking my boobs because it made me feel better. Because I couldn't get enough of myself, languishing in this glow.

My body was just moved around like a doll, doing whatever it was Gustav needed to do in order to take care of me. To carry out what he was asked to do.

So what if my vagina gushed like a geyser? That only reinforced this feeling, my self love, my surrender of control to this robot.

Surrender. Such a weird word. I'd given up any hope of controlling what would happen next...And that turned me on so much!

Like, now I was in Gustav's arms as he washed me down in the shower, getting all the hair off. He spun me around in the shower like a model, getting every nook and cranny.

I was a puppet at the end of his string, doing whatever needed to be done. I couldn't tell how wet I was from the shower or my own sex drive...The smell of my pussy filled the small room.

Strong hands kneaded the space beneath my cunt, right in between my thighs.

I looked straight at his crotch. I knew so little about what made men tick, how they operated, and what kind of pleasure they experienced. Could androids experience pleasure, too? Only one way to know for sure...

I reached out to the zipper on Gustav's pants and undid the whole operation in one swoop, catching him off guard.

"Would you like to see what's in there, Miss Kiley?"

Maybe not as off guard as I'd thought.

His underwear concealed a tall, thick trunk that stood straight up. This must have been his penis.

I'd never seen one in person...Only quick pictures half-observed on a friend's phone. Not up close. Not in my face.

And yet there it was, staring at me, tantalizing me. Pointing right at me.

I wasn't held back by inhibition, by anxiety, or by fear. Not anymore. That would imply that someone was judging me, making me feel ashamed for what I was doing. To text me in a couple of days with a blurry picture, hanging over my head whatever it was I'd done.

But I couldn't deny how I felt. I had no way of stopping my lips from kissing the tip of this monument, from tasting it. From absorbing its scent, feeling its texture and length.

Was it exactly the same as a real penis? Probably not.

Did I care? No fucking way.

It was so warm in my mouth, pushing down my tongue, filling this need inside me. Plugging me up.

I felt the gentle grip of Gustav's palms on my cheek, slowly pulling my head forward along his length. Now I was pinned in his grip, sucking on his dick like a lollipop.

Blowjobs were completely foreign to me, so I couldn't do anything other than gag, suck, and moan. Even the word was something I'd vaguely remembered Aastha complaining about. I wasn't going anywhere unless my captor wanted me to.

But then I felt a great warmth fill my throat, travelling down Gustav's massive length, through my mouth, and into my tummy. It was so hot. I was so hot.

I didn't even need to suck anymore, nor did I need to hold onto his muscular thighs. Gustav's hands continued to caress my jawline, keeping me completely still.

My hands wandered to my cunt, diving in to fan the flame underneath me.

An orgasmic hurricane ripped through me, and the eye of the storm was my bald pussy. It was so sensitive with no hair, nothing between it and raw, unfiltered sensation.

I fucked myself with my fingers while my robot fucked my mouth.

The shower continued to pound on me, drowning out the sound of my moans as I came and came and came until I couldn't stop cumming!

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I stared at my own reflection, admiring my naked physique. It felt so different now, with no hair clouding my sense of touch or texture down there.

Oh, and this amazing toy that Gustav had brought me. He called it a vibrator, saying it was a sex toy. I had a difficult time asking what a sex toy was, since his dick was still in my mouth as he guided the new intruder to collide with my snatch.

I only had a moment to look at it, reminding me of a magic wand from a book, before it collided with my cunt. Vibration exploded in my crotch, jolting me out of my dick-sucking sedation.

While he didn't give a lot of detail into what other sex toys were out there, he helped me get some personal experience with using the vibrator. Now, it lazily buzzed in my nethers, filling me with a warm glow.

I'd been tempted to play with my pussy some more, maybe even feel what the inside was like, but Gustav had said to wait. He wanted my first time to be special...I appreciated how much he cared about me, but I found the urge to resist really hard.

Hard like his cock. The taste of his thick sperm still lingered in my mouth. I drooled a little bit, remembering how it felt to be under his spell.

I was having trouble trying to justify not feeling good. For so long, I was oblivious to these kinds of experiences, shutting them out and refusing to even acknowledge them. But it was only a matter of time before that dam eventually burst. And, like the wave of my first orgasm, it now flooded everything in its path, showing no mercy to whatever was in the way.

I let another orgasm wash over me, heralded by the vibrator. I moaned wildly, my pussy gushing with it. The vibrator slipped from my trembling hands, lost somewhere in the chaos.

All I wanted was to feel used, plugged up, filled up. I humped my bed aggressively, searching for relief but finding none.

Just let me feel that way! Please!