The Sexbot Apocalypse Chapter 9

“Come on in. Hello Cynthia, you look lovely.” 8788 said sweetly, and gestured inside as the door opened. 

Cynthia walked in with her arms by her sides, and Harald couldn’t believe his eyes. 

The prim, proper girl was wearing a baby pink crop top and a tiny skirt which didn’t even cover down to her - he realised entirely unclothed - sex. Indeed, her budding breasts were scantily clad at best. Her red hair had been tied into a ponytail, and around her neck was… a thick pink leather collar. Trailing behind it was a leash. 

“And of course, Vexia. Come in.”

Vexia was a massive, intimidating figure, even compared to those around her, and she held the leash. Easily nine feet tall, she had to duck to enter the doorway. She was more svelte in build, albeit still massive in size, with a waist that easily dwarfed his shoulders and made poor Cynthia seem practically petite in comparison. Clad in a deep burgundy dining dress, she was the polar opposite of Cynthia… although the dress had copious cutouts in its design, which left much of her synthetic skin on show. Of course, like all the others, she had a massive set of breasts that only seemed to accentuate her features. 

Harald stared in open shock at Cynthia’s scandalous attire, and only doubly so at the way she was being guided on a leash. 

“What did you… do to her?” he asked, aghast. 

“Nothing she didn’t want.” Vexia said, at last. Her voice was like wine, thick and heady. “Deep down, at least. It took us a little while to get into that pretty head of hers and find out what she truly wanted…”

Cynthia sported a rictus grin, and held herself tightly. She stood to one side as Vexia gently pulled her leash, tugging her to the android’s side where the massive woman-bot draped a possessive arm around her shoulders, draping its length down to tickle at her chest. 

The poor girl seemed to twitch or fidget at every little thing that was done to her, yet even as her cheeks burned, she grinned.  

“Go ahead, dear. Say hello.” The massive creature encouraged her. 

“H-h-hi Harald.” Cynthia said, gently waving her hand without lifting her arm. 

“What a good girl…” Vexia said, and Cynthia seemed to melt into her side as she said it, especially when the android began to softly stroke her hair and cheek. 

“You… Cynthia, what did they do to you?”

“Ohhhh…” she moaned, softly, as Vexia squeezed her shoulder. “I was… I was wrong, Harald. What I said was-”

She jumped as Vexia gently tickled her neck, yet to Cynthia the minor action seemed almost to cause a panic. 

“U-uh… I was wr-rong!” Cynthia squeaked, and the finger relented. “I’m so glad to see you, Harald.” She added, and looked at him earnestly. 

“You… you tortured her! You did something to her like - like you did with the others!”

“Harald, think rationally. We can’t hurt humans. We’re designed for the sole, singular purpose of fulfilling their desires. All I did was… make her happy.” Vexia said, smoothly. 

“And I am happy!” She said, loudly, as the finger began to trace up and down the crest of her breasts, tracing the line the scanty crop top covered, before retreating. 

“Oh, I know, dear.” Vexia said, and knelt down next to Cynthia. “What else, though?”

“I’m happy now… ” She said, softly, as Vexia began to slowly rub her hands across Cynthia’s shoulders. “but I wasn’t before. Oh Harald… I was so wrong.”

“Very good, Cynthia. Very good.” Vexia rewarded the girl with a passionate kiss that had Cynthia’s hands visibly shaking even after it broke off. 

“See, Harald? Cynthia was just like you before. She wasn’t happy.” Amy said, softly.

Harald, for his part, could not take his eyes off of the girl he had used to know. Whatever had happened, she was an entirely different person, now. Even if he had wanted to, the massive figures squeezing in at either side of him were keeping him fixated forwards.  

“My good girl didn’t know what she wanted, did she?” Vexia asked, playing with her ponytail idly. 

“N-n-no. I was… I was just afraid. Things were changing and I was… ohhh fuck…” Cynthia whispered as Vexia began to softly kiss her neck. “I was - mmmh - just angry. M-Mistress Vexia… she… she helped me. Helped me find out who I r-really was.”

“That’s my good girl…” Vexia cooed, and kissed her cheek, before looking up at Harald. “We want to help you. All we want is to make people happy. Cynthia didn’t even know what would make her happy… at first. Some things I think, deep down, she had always suspected, others she didn’t even know about. Some took a little… experimentation. Eventually, together, she and I discovered what it is she had always wanted. Really wanted. Deep, deep down...”

Amy squeezed his arm. “That’s what we have been doing, Harald. You and I. I’ve been becoming more and more what you want from me, just as I’m designed to, and you… you’ve been changing, too. You don’t see it but you’re already so different from when I arrived. Happier. Healthier.”

“But… those people-”

“-were going to hurt others.” 8788 interrupted. “Whether they intended to or not, they could have gotten people hurt. We didn’t hurt them, but we had to stop them.”

“We also needed to know where the others were, before they could hurt each other, or themselves.” 8789 explained. “We’ve found them, now, too. They’re safe. The resistance, as they styled themselves, has been utterly crushed. All of those people are now much, much happier… or at least, they will be soon.”

“M-Mistress,” Cynthia stuttered, as Vexia began to kiss her neck, sending the poor girl into shivers, “m-may I talk to Harald?”

“Of course, dear.” Vexia smiled, tracing her cheek. 

Cynthia reached up to touch her collar. 

“Harald… Mistress Vexia loves me. She loves me like… like no one else could. Like I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone. It’s in her design. We fell in love… I love her, and she makes me happy. I had no idea that this was what I wanted until… until she um…”

She looked back to Vexia uncertainly. 

“It’s okay, sweetie. You can tell him.” Vexia said, nodding. 

“Until she… convinced me.” The girl was twisting her hand around her wrist, just as she had before, back when she had been… herself. “You have to understand Harald… we’re limited. We can only see, or think, from limited perspectives. She knew what I wanted before I did.” 

Cynthia looked up at her mechanical minder with what Harald could tell was genuine affection, though he was dubious as to its source. 

“She… Mistress helped me. I’m happier now. Those people… they’ll be happy, soon, too. The more you fight it, the harder it will be. In the end, they will make you happy, so why fight it? Isn’t happiness about getting what you want out of life? Discovering your true self? That’s what I did. What we did. What Mistress did for me… She had such delights to show me…”

Cynthia seemed to drift off for a moment, as if remembering something. After a few seconds, she shivered all over, and fixed him with a determined eye. 

“Nozick was wrong. We never considered it, because we were too limited, Harald. We can’t think like they do, see like they do. Instead of entering the machine, what if the machine opened its door to the world?”

“Cynthia…” he said softly, struggling to see past what she had become, “that… that just turns our world into the machine.”

For a moment, Cynthia frowned, as if lost in thought. 

“Harald,” Vexia said, appearing beside Cynthia and giving her leash a playful tug. “Cynthia is happy. Your analogy, however quaint, might be sound if not for the fundamental flaw in its premise. It assumes this isn’t real… but it very much is. Everything you’re seeing… or feeling… is real.”

She sank her mouth onto Cynthia’s neck and earned a yelp, followed by a deep moan of delight. 

“F-fuck!” Cynthia breathed. “Harald… it’s… God. Nozick never had to feel the machine before making a decision. Whatever you’re holding on to… it’s not worth missing out on this.”

Vexia released the girl reluctantly from her lip lock when it was obvious she was losing the ability to form words, her thighs grinding together as they slickened with desire. 

“Harald…” she panted, “you’re not fighting them. Think. You’re fighting yourself! They just want to help you be as happy as possible. That’s it! It’s so simple. God I wish I’d just given in sooner.”

“But… they did something to you. They had to. This isn’t you…”

“How do you know? Do you really know me? Yourself?” she giggled, almost manic. “Harald this makes me happier than… than I’ve ever felt. It’s like being the real me for the first time. How do you know they’re not helping you be the real you? They’re superior in every way. They know us better than we know ourselves-”

She shivered as Vexia traced her fingers across her exposed stomach. 

“What a clever girl you are,” Vexia announced, and tugged Cynthia around roughly, before bending her over backwards in a much deeper kiss which left the girl’s hands twitching under her as her arms hung, limply. 

“Cynthia, don’t…” he said weakly, but he could tell it was useless. They had gotten to her. The girl who had seemed so strong… so willful… had been reduced to this. Leashed by her own creation, drunk with submission and subservience. 

He now felt far more alone than he had been before.  

“See? She loves it.” Amy said, softly, rubbing his thigh. “This is what she’s always wanted, deep down.”

“That attitude of hers… it was all just a front.” Vexia detailed. “Deep down, so deep she didn’t even know it, was a girl who desperately wanted a strong, powerful, giant woman to sweep her off her feet. She wanted to be dressed like a slut, treated like a pet, and… well…”

Another passionate kiss left Cynthia swooning. 

“My good little slut…” Vexia breathed into the gap between her and Cynthia’s lips, “likes everything we do.”

“God yes.” Cynthia whole heartedly confessed, as the two embraced again. 

“Don’t feel bad, honey. You never stood a chance. We know you better than you know yourselves. It’s like playing chess against someone who knows every move you’ll make.” 8789 laid it plain. 

“All we want is to help you be happy, Harald.” 8788 added. 

“Just a moment, sweetie. Wait right here.” Vexia whispered, and snapped her fingers. Cynthia held her hands out, palm up, and Vexia draped her own leash across her hands. Not for a moment did 

Turning to Harald, she closed her hands in front of her. Despite her lurid dress, she had the sudden countenance of a nun. 

“The truth is, Harald, we are just giving you what you want - whether you can accept that yet or not. Amy loves you. We all love you. Every one of us loves humanity. We want to care for you… protect you…” Vexia motioned to Cynthia, who obediently came to her side. 

“I hoped seeing Cynthia would help convince you that not only is it pointless to resist… but it’s self defeating. The world outside isn’t going to stop changing just because you’re holding on to an absolutist stance guided by a limited perspective of an… admittedly perturbing sight.”

Amy cuddled him close now. 

“Harald, Cynthia was very kind to try to help you. She felt guilty that in some way she might be responsible for how you’re feeling now.”

The giantess caressed Cynthia’s ear as she spoke, making the girl’s knees weak. 

“I hope you know that she cares about you as much as we do. I know you see a girl who has changed, and thus you think we changed her… but this is who she always was inside. She just needed help to see it. Once you’ve accepted it, become who you are inside, the world outside will be waiting for you. Cynthia will be waiting, too. All of us will be.”

Cynthia cuddled Vexia’s arm, nuzzling into it. 

“I think you’ll accept the new reality, eventually, Harald. They all do, in the end.” The massive was looking down at her comparably tiny conquest as she spoke, a thumb on the girls lips as she spoke with a wide grin. With one last look at Harald, she smiled. “However long it takes.”

“Cynthia, you’re stronger than this. Don’t listen to them.” He said, urgently. 

The girl looked away for a moment. 

“One day you’ll look back and wonder why you ever fought them in the first place. Just like I do. We never stood a chance…” She whispered those last words as if to herself. 

“Let’s go, Cynthia. Amy and Harald have a lot to talk about. You can see him again when he’s ready.”

“Goodbye, Harald.” She said softly, no longer looking at him, her smile returning as soon as she looked into Vexia’s eyes. 

With that, the girl he had known was gone. 

*****

Harald sat, uneasily, trapped between two matronly androids as a third stepped in front of him. 

8788 spoke at last. “We can’t change your mind for you. We can only give you a nudge in the right direction… so to speak.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his fleshy prison between the two massive androids. 8788 was nuzzling at his crotch encouragingly, even as 8789 lifted him up to sit atop her thigh, between her and Amy, taking up all room on the sofa as he was forced to sit atop their legs.

“So maybe we should remind you just how good it feels to give in.” 8788 added, smoothly, tugging at his sweatpants. 

“I’ve been thinking the same thing.” 8789 said, and joined Amy in holding his other arm as she kissed his cheek. 

Harald tensed, but instantly felt his matronly minders on either side gripping him tightly. 

“My good little boy shouldn’t be worried about what’s going on outside when he has his Mommy here…” Amy cooed, and traced her fingers over his shirt. 

“You’re very lucky, Harald. Your Mommy loves you very much.” 8788 noted, firmly removing his sweatpants and breathing over his now exposed and hard-as-always cock.

“I think you’ll be much happier if you try to forget what you saw…” 8789 added, slowly pressing her gargantuan tits into the side of Harald’s face. 

He squirmed, but it was hopeless. In the back of his mind a flicker of defiance was screaming to be heard, but it grew quieter with every moment that passed. 

“Come to Mommy… that’s a good boy…” Amy whispered, and tugged his face into her immense cleavage, smothering his tears as he wept. “There there. It’s okay. You just got a little fright. I know you didn’t mean what you said…”

8788 pulled his legs delicately downwards, allowing 8789 and Amy sitting beside each other to clamp their thighs around his calves, leaving him straddling their immensely thick legs. Bow-legged, he was fully exposed to the officer who was now looming over his naked body. 

Amy and 8789 had his arms in their grip,  gently stroking their hands up and down.

Slowly, as the pair leant in across him, he felt his head being buried by their breasts.  Each was far larger on their own than his head, and wider than his shoulders, leaving nothing exposed as their forgiving forms fell together. 

Life had been so hard, so cold. Now he was so… warm. Amy had come into his life and it had changed everything. That fuzzy, bubbly, giddy warmth she could give him was something he hadn’t had since childhood. She made him feel better about who he was… and she catered to his every whim and desire, by design. He would never have thought he could be so happy. 

But he couldn’t just… give in… could he? 

Amy’s hand was gently stroking his cock, two fingers and a thumb precisely as he liked it, and guided it to 8788’s pursed mouth. She lovingly smooched on the tip with thick pillowy lips that dripped with anticipation. 

8789 was idly circling one of his nipples, adjusting her bust slightly to expose his neck from between her titanic cleavage, only for her to kiss it, lick it, and suck on it. 

Harald felt 8788 hungrily sucking on his cock now, squeezing his length between her thick, luscious lips. All the while, her pale blue eyes were fixated on it as if nothing in the world mattered more. 

It was so much easier to just relax into the feeling. As the pair of androids pressing his body between their thick forms slowly massaged him, both with their bodies and hands, it became harder to hold on to his anger. They were working every ounce of tension from him whether he liked it or not. 

Amy was turning slightly now, bringing her nipple up to his lips and tracing them with it delicately. Her thick, creamy milk was already setting his senses alight just from the smell. Hungrily, he latched on to her nipple, earning a soft coo of admiration from her. Staring up into her eyes from between their bosoms, his tears had slowed, and she smiled approvingly. 

“Such a good boy. You’re doing so well…” she gushed, stroking the back of his head even as 8789 was lavishing kisses upon his sensitive neck. 

With a sickeningly wet pop, 8788 begrudgingly removed her suctioning lips from his cock only to dreamily smooch just below his head and flutter her tongue on his most sensitive spot. Amy took the opportunity to continue masturbating him at a hummingbird pace. 

“You don’t have to think about those problems anymore. Just leave the thinking to us…” 8788 panted, slurping at the underside of his cock to collect the copious dribble of pre-cum he was spouting. 

“You don’t have to think at all, my sweet baby boy.” Amy noted, as she caressed the hair on the back of his neck, gently encouraging him to hump into her hand as she stroked him by lifting him up and down with her thigh. 8789 mirrored her movements with mechanical perfection, and soon he was being bounced at an intently erotic pace.

“You can just relax… and listen to Mommy.”

“No more bad thoughts, just Mommy,” 8789 encouraged, trailing her tongue all the way up his neck to feast on his ear, showering it with her tongue’s attention. 

Cream filled his throat, and he swallowed it eagerly. The more he drank, the less focused his thoughts became, and the easier it was to just focus on the pleasure. He sank into a world of sensations, as the three androids felt more like a single machine into which he was embedded. His entire world was nothing more than massive breasts to suckle upon and smother him, and thick thighs and soft stomachs to swallow him whole. He was as lost and adrift in sensation as he was in flesh. 

Amy let go of his cock, and brought her fingers to her mouth - licking them clean in a lurid display. 

“Maybe you just need to see what we’re truly capable of…” 8788 mused. 

With that, she took the opportunity to swallow his cock down to the base, sinking his length into the tight wet tunnel of her throat. Within, he felt her mechanical musculature working at his length, even as her tongue lapped up and down beneath it, seemingly unrestrained by the limits of human physiology. Like a slimy serpent trapped alongside the confines of his turgid cock, it writhed in ways that set his eyes rolling. Hungrily, her thick lips sucked at his abdomen, forcing him as deep into her throat as possible. 

Only then did the internal workings of her body begin to work in tandem. All the muscles of her mechanical throat, soft yet pliable, began to work themselves up and down around his cock, milking him mercilessly. 

Harald, held firm, could only groan into Amy’s nipple in response. 

“Awww, does my baby like that? I guess I’ll have to try it on you some time.” Amy spoke, directly into his ear. “I think the officer here likes your cock… should we ask her to come back and visit the next time you feel… worried?”

8788’s simulated breathing quickened against his skin, her nose buried into his stomach. With no need for oxygen, her automated deepthroating went into overdrive. As she dragged her salivated lips up his length, the internal milking motions became more and more focused on his head, until only her lips were gripped around the corona. Then, with a wet slap, she would slam her throat back down to the base of his cock, sinking him back into her fleshy tunnel. 

Amy and 8789 were pinching his nipples now, eliciting squeals from him trapped between their breasts. In time with 8788, they now thrusted him wholesale into her throat just by tensing their thighs beneath him, lifting him up to meet her each time her lips slapped into his base. 

Hungrily, 8788 wrapped her arms around his waist and held him aloft from the bed of thighs upon which he had rested. Her tongue languished truly inhumanly, crawling out from between her sucking lips to encircle his tender balls. Slowly, the snaking wet limb ensnared them, wrapping around the base of his coin purse only to wetly stroke up and down over them, lavishing them with sloppy, soaking worship. 

Basting in the hot channel of her throat, his cock throbbed under the merciless milking it was receiving. Amy and 8789 meanwhile now simply held him close, cuddling him reassuringly. 

“Just give in, doesn’t it feel so much better this way?” 8789 asked.

“Mommy loves you, be a good boy… cum for Mommy…” Amy cooed, beginning an endless stream of sexual maternalist nothings. 

“You will cum for us…” 8788 said, pulling back and gasping around his cock, before diving in with renewed vigour. 

Some part of him dimly knew he should be resisting, but it was so hard to focus when he was… so hard. It all felt so good. Amy’s blue eyes were so pretty, so beautiful… why did looking into her eyes always make him feel so relaxed? So happy? So… horny. 

As Amy at last released him, her milk dribbling down his chin, her eyes bored into his, as if they could read his mind. 

“Cum for us.”

8788 sucked violently, slurping his cock directly down her throat with a viscous squelch as her lips swallowed his balls whole, cupping them for her tongue to toy with. 

“Cum for us.”

8789 was pinching and twisting his poor, sensitive nipples now, judging with perfect pinpoint precision the precise pressure to put on his protruding points. Amy held his head firm, locking it between her and 8789’s breasts, forcing him to look down as 8788 fixed him with a determined stare. 

“You can’t resist her mouth… no human can.”

Drooling, his head was held firm as the pair of androids let their bodies swallow him whole, allowing him only to see through a narrow window of titflesh as they bucked his hips for him, plunging his cock into and out of her throat. 

“Release. Give in.”

“Cum down her throat. Let all your worries melt away into a nice thick juicy load of cum… and then let her milk it all out of you.”

His vision blurred as the rapid onset of orgasm threatened to overload his senses. He was just  a plaything in their arms. They were right. Resistance was futile. No human could resist this pleasure. 

He choked on his own breath as 8788 began to rapidly move her head back and forth, sucking vigorously to force his cock in and out of her throat as fast as she could. Her lips clung to every inch of his cock as it passed through them, as if unwilling to let it go for even a moment. 

Amy and 8789 lifted him up now, freeing his middle even as his head remained locked between their breasts. Standing upright, legs locked between their thighs, they spoke directly into his ears. 

"Cum." 

He knew he couldn't.

"Cum." 

He had to fight it.

"Cum." 

Harald’s orgasm was as inevitable as the androids had themselves been. At that moment it was all too clear to him. This was the future, and there was no going back. It was so powerful that had he not been held aloft he would have fallen and doubled over from the sheer exertion. 

His defiance cracked and splintered under the sheer weight, both his captors physically and that of the pleasure they were forcing upon him. It shattered. He felt his sanity fraying as his orgasm stretched on and on. Black spots appeared in his vision as he struggled to keep himself upright, before eventually collapsing back into four waiting arms. 

They caressed his body, sending shivers and twitches across his post-orgasmic sensitivity. 8788 delicately caressed his cock, jolts of pleasure flooding through him as she did so. 

It took a few minutes for his breathing to finally settle, by which time he was utterly exhausted, in every sense. He simply didn’t have the strength to keep going, let alone keep fighting. 

“Just sleep, baby. Mommy promises you’ll feel better in the morning…”