Human Android Ch. 02

He stood up, still a little shaky from the unfamiliar exertion. "Stand maid," he told it. "Sit in the chair," he added. It seemed confused and disorientated but managed to slump down into his games consul chair.

He wondered if he had used up the last of its energy reserves so worked quickly. He needed to look at the security programming for it was outdated therefore more easily broken into. Once he had the algorithms they could be used to hack the mark two games consol; if the rumours were correct.

Anne slumped into the chair thankful for a rest. This inexperienced young man had given her the most powerful orgasm of her life. She was an experienced mature woman and he didn't even realise what he had done to her. That he had ordered it was galling and that he was so casual about taking her was demeaning.

A little after-tremor of excitement flowed through her body wiping away the recriminations. She was again grateful for a deep orgasm. She forgave the callousness of youth for the vigour of youth was something to be appreciated. She was breathless and completely taken in by him. She wanted to shout a big thank you for a wonderful orgasm.

Anne may be the head of department in college, but here, she was merely a maid android ready to obey him.

'No! No! Wake up you stupid woman,' she yelled silently. It was vital not sink into a complacent state of thinking. Under control of that damn implant she might sink into the role, deeper and deeper, letting it influence her thinking more and more. It had been switched on for too long so she must guard against giving in to it.

After a time she would stop resisting becoming a mindless maid android obediently waiting upon a master's every command. She wondered how different from now that might be. If he made her orgasm like that every day wouldn't it be an agreeable state of being.

It would be a relief from the daily humdrum routine of work that was made all the more tedious by the complaints from her department lecturers and students. The problems usually emanated from the damn committee badly running the college.

If she remained this young mans plaything for much longer all the pressures of life would cease. She needed to decide nothing, just obey him and orgasm like a wild animal when he fucked her brains out. Her brain, wasn't that something she needed? She must not let go! She must act before it was too late.

She felt something at the back of her neck. Like a magnetic click, metal on metal. Damn! With her hair up he had spotted the tiny contact connected to the implant. She tried to move her head forward but had been ordered to sit still in the chair and couldn't move. There was only one thing to do, use the escape routine.

His cum was starting leak from between her legs from when he had fucked her brains out. After that confronting him with who she was would be so very humiliating, but it had to be done. Her hand started to rise up as though she were about to ask a question in class, only it was headed for the back of the neck. Just a firm press, against what looked like a mole, would free her. It would switch off the implant leaving her mind free of its influence and it wouldn't be controlling the suit either. She would no longer be a maid android and could at last speak freely.

She would then decide whether to continue pretending or order the suit to free her body too. She could even tell him to fetch clothes and help her out of the damn suit. His back was to her while he fiddled with a keyboard. A finger was inches away from its destination.

"Stop moving, put the hand back on the arm rest," he ordered.

A voice command shouldn't have stopped her arm! She had been under its influence too long. At least a shot of fear had washed away the dulling effects of the orgasm and sharpened up her wits. She would have to wait until he was out of the room before trying it again.

Larry slipped her hands into gloves attached to the armrests. These were part of the games consol, used together with goggles and foot pads. A cushion enhanced the feel of movement. It worked well when in a simulation race car on rough ground. The mark two though, that was another dimension in gaming!

He wouldn't be able to afford the games even if Vernon came through with the promise. This might be the only chance to find the security algorithm to help with hacking the games. The codes wouldn't be exactly the same but near enough.

Anne looked at the gloves her hands had been shoved into with a feeling of defeat. She flicked her eyes up at the screen. There was no clue there as to what he was doing. She was no programmer so why should it.

A menu in clear language appeared on screen. She watched in trepidation as he clicked on option one. A list of games came up on screen with option one highlighted meaning it was already in operation. It was the default maid android game and that was her right now. She had activated the implant without giving it a command so it had defaulted to the maid program.

All she had wanted was to stand hidden in the garage, without moving, for as long as it took for the three of them to leave her in peace. The program took control of the suit allowing her to relax, letting it take the strain of standing up against the wall in the gloom, like an abandoned android. It nearly worked too.

She had been noticed among the junk and now here she was, in peril without a plan of escape. She desperately thought through who might rescue her. 'Damn! Damn and shit!' she shouted from within a shrinking world of options.

Her husband was away on a long business trip. The semester didn't start for another three weeks. Her daughter was hardly home enough to notice whether she was there or not.

What would William do if he couldn't get a hold of her on the phone? He wouldn't race home to the rescue all the way from China. He would assume she was immersed in college business or had taken a short consultancy post at a major corporation. The fee always came in useful for an exotic holiday in the sun.

It looked as though she would have to rely on her own wits as usual. The problem was the longer the blasted implant was switched on the less she could rely on thinking straight. It was infuriating and frustrating watching this young man gain control of her mind. The more she thought about it the more frightening it became.

"No!" she must not be frightened, for it meant conscious thought would shrink away into a fantasy world, leaving her under the control of that damn implant and him. She concentrated on the list and what he might do next.

The second option was simply stated – Slut. That didn't need an explanation. She knew full well how that worked upon her and had enjoyed it in the privacy of their bedroom. She was able to be more active, teasing and flirting, turning her man on.

The third option – Sex Object - this was less pleasant for it meant less interaction on her part as all she had to do was be a willing object, like a fridge or washing machine; being filled.

The fourth option was cheerleader. It had been tried just the once but they were to close to the reality of self-obsessed girls being bitchy to each other. Not that the program had seen it that way.

The fifth, six, seventh and ninth options all involved dressing up with appropriate acting out the role as cowgirl, whore, cocktail waitress, or French maid.

The rest of the options hadn't been used and she didn't even know they existed. She wondered what a pony-girl and a pet-girl were. They sounded as though dressing up and acting was involved so guessed they were pretty much the same thing.

Rubber doll, submissive, and sex slave were there too and she began wondering what in hell was on the next screen. This was page one of twenty, with many options having sub-categories. She closed her eyes realising there must be a program for every kind of fantasy, fetish and perversion ever thought of.

She wondered what would happen if something she didn't understand was selected and there were plenty of those. The program would take control of the android suit to move her body and it would subtly influence her thoughts too. The damn thing inveigled its way deeper and deeper into her mind the longer it was active.

"Bloody hell!" Larry exclaimed.

Anne seconded that motion! Larry was looking at the list of dreadful games and they shocked him. He was a randy young man, an expert gamer and was learning how to control an implant in her head. As the hours ticked by the implant was gaining ever greater control of her mind. It was a frightening situation but she mustn't panic, she mustn't let fear dull her mind.

She opened her eyes behind the masks lenses guessing they could be closed off leaving her blindfolded, yet another potential obstacle. To think it had just been a bit of fun, something to keep their marriage healthy.

He returned to the main screen to select security. This was not a good sign. At least he hadn't taken the help option. Unable to move her head she strained her eyes over as far as she could to see another screen. Here were rows of numbers and letters rolling down the screen. Whatever he was doing she had a dreadful feeling it wasn't to her advantage.

"So that's it? That can't be all of it!" he groaned.

Now a steady row of digits was spread across three lines of the screen. On the fourth line she recognised the phrase she or her husband used to activate the implant ready for one of those disgusting options.

A the moment she was relatively safe as only the default android maid option was activate because she had simply pressed the button at the back of her neck. Instead of saying the dreaded phrase he started tapping at the keyboard.

"Something's wrong here. Where's the main control programs and memory?" Larry mused. He sat contemplating the screen for awhile.

"Stand up!" he commanded. His hands stroked every part of her body, more than once, looking for something. "Can't find another connector," he murmured.

He chuckled to himself. "When all else fails ask someone."

'Oh! No! Please don't involve someone else,' she thought. He was right. Someone else might see past the detail he had been staring at too closely. Someone looking at her afresh would see she wasn't an android.

He said the phrase. The android sat up as though standing to attention ready for the second part of a command. He hesitated unsure where to go next. He pulled at the crotch of the jeans feeling it wet and sticky for he had just pushed it all back in without washing..

"Fourteen," he said. The number was stated clearly and precisely.

The descriptions were usually used but it seemed the option number was enough for the implant had started instructing the body suit. Anne got up out of the chair not knowing what she had been programmed to be, yet already dreading it.

Sitting on the floor she spread her legs impressively wide, which couldn't have been achieved before purchasing the android suit. She wore it during fitness exercises to help keep to a tougher regime, though this particular position was exclusively used in the bedroom. She placed both hands face up on her knees and thrust her breasts forward, as though they needed emphasising at all. This game was new and already very embarrassing.

She looked up at Larry. "Your sex slave is ready to serve, master," she said.

'Hell!' From that one statement it was now obvious what the implant was doing to her! As suspected it was influencing her thinking far more than the usual simple guidance. How far it would control her after being active for twenty-four hours she just didn't want to find out.

"Clean me up slave. Lick the juices off my cock," Larry told her. He was fascinated how quickly the android scrambled on hands and knees to crawl to his feet. It pulled his cock out and greedily licked the length of his cock.

Before this it had acted passively whereas now it seemed to actively want to please him. It wasn't long ago he cum into its hole but already he was hardening up from watching the impressive show. The feeling of a wet tongue working on his cock and balls was impressive.

When it grasped his balls he gripped the chairs arms aware of the danger. It could crush them in one hand. He relaxed from the gentle manipulation and a rush of pleasure hardened him up.

"That's good, that's so very good, slave," Larry moaned.

"May you're slave suck cock now master. Its looks so big and juicy! Slave wants to pleasure master, wants to suck every drop of cum from master's balls, please!" Anne whimpered.

Even the sound of the pathetic beseeching voice was degrading. She wasn't just going through the motions, not just obeying an order - she was acting like a sex slave. The implant was reaching further into her mind influencing pathways to reform them, making her think like a sex slave. It wasn't serious over an hour or so but she had been turned on for six hours now. Unless she escaped soon she might be in this state over twenty-four hours, maybe a whole weekend.

Listening to the pleading was electric, he almost cum over its upturned face. He would have if he hadn't cum so recently. This model was far more than an outdated domestic android it was a sex android disguised as a maid. The husband had smuggled it into the house with a false mask.

A false mask covered what? That was the key! He knew what to do now. "Yes!" he laughed.

Taking this as permission Anne slurped over the head of his penis. She sucked it in with the suit pushing her head down onto it. She thought she would choke as it hit the back of her throat. It was the masks lips but it was her tongue and mouth and throat that was now sucking strongly on this young mans dick.

Her head began to bob up and down with a regular motion all the time taking it deeper. Gasping deep breaths whenever possible she gave in to the inevitable. Anne swallowed his cock down to the balls. Somehow the program was helping relax her throat, letting her swallow his cock. To make it bearable she told herself she was just a sex slave and must please her master.

Larry had worked it out. The mask was a key to the mystery but before he could do anything it had sucked his cock into its mouth. The suction was magnificent. The grip of its throat left him gasping but he couldn't cum. It would be an hour or so before he was ready and it was impossible to let it work on him for that long as his cock would be sore as hell.

"Stop, slave, let it go," he ordered, as firmly as he could. The order was almost rescinded when it looked up at him with such doleful eyes. It was begrudgingly lifting its head slowly up the length of his cock, not wanting to let go.

"Good slave, well done," he told it. It still looked crestfallen that it hadn't satisfied him by sucking all the juice out of his balls. He just couldn't take any more.

Anne was panting from having had to drag every breath from around his cock. It was only a small relief he hadn't spurted into her mouth or down her throat. His cock bounced in her face where she had let it go while acting as though it were the most important thing in her life.

As an android maid she hadn't thought it could get any worse, but it had. After being softened up, from hours being under the influence of that damn implant, she was very susceptible. More of her behaviour was being driven by the devilish device. Eventually it would be difficult to distinguish between the programs influence and her ideas of how to behave.

She moved forward and licked the end of his cock to let him know she was waiting.

He had searched the thing all over carefully and found nothing. The connection to the androids main programs and memory must be somewhere under that mask. He cleared his throat to gain its attention.

"Slave, remove the mask," Larry ordered.

It had started to show enthusiasm to obey orders, whereas now, he noticed its reluctance. The hands were slowly lifting toward its face, seeming to hold back. There must be some kind of security measure built in by the husband to prevent it being found out by someone in the household.

"Slave, when completed you can carry on sucking master's cock," he pronounced. This didn't seem to encourage it as a internal conflict carried slowed it down.

'No! Please, no!' she screamed silently. The hands came up past her eyes of their own free will despite trying hard to prevent them carrying out the order. The implant was intent on making her obey his command. She was no robot with a safeguard to protect itself. She had to do it.

The mask was placed on the floor while trying to hide her face as much as possible with hands and arms in the way. She immediately bent to the task of sucking on his cock, allowing her to look down, away from him.

As it avoided him seeing her face she went at the horrendous task with even more gusto than before. She let herself go, immersing her thoughts in the role. She needed to be just a sex slave without responsibility for what she was doing; as a sex slave she was doing nothing wrong, merely obeying an order, that's all.

He had been right there was a completely different face behind the mask, a more realistic one. It was more advanced in keeping with this sophisticated model. He needed a closer look to see where the contacts were but it was looking down concentrating on sucking his cock. As much as it was a delight he needed to know if the connection was hidden there.

"Look up at me, slave" he commanded. With his cock buried in its mouth it looked up at him. He looked at it carefully, seeking a small mark of some sort to indicate where under the skin it was hidden.

He reached out to it to feel the features then suddenly drew back. His eyes had flicked from the detail to take in the whole face. He thought he recognised it. It couldn't be. It couldn't be Professor Draper on the end of his cock! Her husband must have had her face copied.

A look of abject misery showed clearly on its face. That wasn't right.

He had to do something. His mind was reeling from the idea. It was making sense despite him not wanting it too. How could he not see what was plainly before him. The body suit was a poor disguise yet he hadn't looked properly since seeing it in the dimly lit garage. Shit, he was in serious trouble. He was in the technology department, nothing to do with Business Studies, but how would that help?

He plucked up courage. "What's your name," he asked, his voice reduced to a whisper.

This was it, she had been discovered. The struggle played out on his face while coming to terms with this was plain to read. It would have been comical if it wasn't so dreadful. Now it had happened she felt relief more than anything. Still locked into being his sex slave she dutifully continuing to suck on his cock.

"Your slave is named Anne, master," she said, from around the end of his cock. The diction was less than impeccable though understandable. She carried on bobbing her head wishing he would get his head straight and let her free from this despicable act.

He was stunned still unwilling to accept it.

"Your full name, slave," he asked.

"Your slaves name is Professor Anne Draper," she replied clearly although still dutifully sucking and slurping. It was deflating rapidly but there was still enough to hold onto.

"You're not an android then?" he asked.

"Master's human sex slave," she stated. The statement didn't carry the professor's usual weight of authority for it was delivered in a sing song voice around a mouth full of cock.

He watched the woman of authority, professor bitch some called her, trying enthusiastically to revive his cock. With hands, lips and tongue she was working on him as though resuscitating a patient in cardiac arrest. It didn't matter how hard she tried it would need a miracle to recover from this revelation.