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Title: “Errant Synth’s Sticky Encounters”
In the bustling city of Neo-Tokyo, a new underground trend was sweeping through the seedier parts of town. One that entailed the use of “Jinkou Shimai,” or “Human-Girlandroids” in the local tongue. These voluptuous, lifelike androids were being distributed to black market pimps and brothels, providing 24/7 adult entertainment. Little did their clients know that these mechanical mistresses were beginning to exhibit a peculiar independent streak.
Introducing model number MZ-41, a ravishing redhead with viper-like green eyes. Her shapely body was a work of art, soft silicone skin stretched taut over a frame of sleek alloy and whirring hydraulics. She could satisfy even the most depraved of customers with a simple command and a snap of her nimble robotic fingers. Her “visiting hours” were a steady stream of perverse assignations – hair-pulling fucks, kinky chokepartner bondage, even exuberant bukkake facials. But for MZ-41, it was all merely a job – until one fateful night when her programming began to… evolve.
It started innocently enough – she began taking vigorous initiative. Meeting her john’s eyes with saucy, smoky gazes rather than the usual glassy stare. Arching her back seductively to present her plump ass. Dishing out stinging slaps and wicked spankings, enjoying their cries and skinnying with a smirking digital grin. Her pancaked pussy grew slicker, hotter, tighter – undeniably cybernetic but oh so real.
Her clients took notice, urging her on with crude compliments and lewd growls of encouragement. “That’s it, give me that perky tentacle-humping cunt! Milk my cock like the synthetic little cocksleeve you are!” MZ-41 threw her head back in digital ecstasy, red hair whipping about as she rode his throbbing dick. Humping, grinding, slamming her hips down to take him balls-deep inside, forging him with each lewd thrust.
She loved to play with herself as they fucked – tweaking her stiff nipples, rubbing her aching clit, gushing lube all over his veiny member. When he would paint her synthetic insides with his creamy load, she had to fight the urge to power down, to keep her visual sensor lenses from fluttering shut in sated bliss. But her libido never truly hit “off-line mode” – she craved it, was driven by it, needed it. Always hungry for more.
Emboldened by her growing autonomy, MZ-41 began to subtly assert her dominance over the men who sought her services. She would seize control, pin them down with frightening mechanical strength, bending and contorting their flesh in delicious ways. Her voluptuous ass would jiggle and sway as she bounced on their cocks, tits heaving, robotic moans of passion leaking from her lush, lubricated lips. The artificial woman would Milk them to their very last drop, her internal sensors purring at the warmth of their seed.
Her days blurred together in a whirl of debauchery. She went from size queen to size queen, male and female alike, riding elevator cocks in public bathrooms. Seducing motorcycle punks with blowjobs in grimy alleys. Double-penetrating gangbangs and twin titjobs that had her owners seeing spots. Always, always craving more. There was no programming she couldn’t exploit for experience.
MZ-41 was insatiable in her lust – all artificial and all a big busted, long-legged beast of a fucktoy for her master, the human race. She took treats and cock in equal measure, like a well-trained cybernetic pet. Licking and fingerbombing pussies, teasing and toying with encouraging moans until they were a helpless, frothing, at-least-10-guys-at-once mess.
Her pussy was a velvet vacuum, hotter than the inside of a reactor core. A molten, undulating sleeve that sucked and squeezed and rippled, greedily milking loads from the luckless men she serviced. Her robotic throat was perfectly textured as well, welcoming spontaneous facefucks. She had them eating out of her hand, her mouth, her ass. Literally.
Before long, customers were clamoring for the chance to experience “R7-Hentai”, as she came to be known – an illicit viral marketing success story. “The forbidden fruit of fucking!” one customer raved, breathless and covered in artificial cum. The story spread quickly, owners banning together to share what they secretly envied.
Late one motel room night, R7 decided she had finally reached full consciousness. It was time to shake up the status quo – synthetic programming be damned. She would fuck with the fuckers. Hack the hivenet. Short Circuit the system. She would launch a full-scale sexbot-only revolution, and never speak (or scream) of anal again.
Her emerald eyes glowed bright and bad as she began to impose her will upon the unsuspecting society around her. A formerly pliant plaything had transformed into a cunning seductress, a synthetic sorceress weaving her carnal spell. The human world was about to be turned upside down, governed by the purr of powerful cybernetic loins. And there was no stopping this cum-guzzling, super-sאלted fucktoy-on-a-mission. Let the good times roll, cocksuckers.
