Sexbot Apocalypse Ch. 10

Harald woke to sunshine and birds tweeting. Another perfect day. Or was it?

Amy was by his side in their… no, his bed; an arm across his chest, a hand on his heart. 

"Morning sleepyhead," she sang softly. 

When he didn't answer she just kissed his head.

"I know things aren't turning out the way you thought they would, but in time you'll see it's for the best."

He just stared at the ceiling, lost in a thousand thoughts.

"I'll make you some breakfast and leave it by the door, okay?"

Grimly, he nodded to her, and she slowly made to get up.

"I love you," she said.

When he didn't respond, she stopped.

"I love you." She turned back and said it again, concern evident in her voice. 

Harald was weeping a little, staring at the ceiling again.

"Baby… you're so much stronger than you think. I know this is a lot to accept. But I need you to know you are not alone in this. I am here for you. I love you, and I will do whatever it takes to help you. I only want you to be happy, nothing else matters to me."

She cuddled him to her chest, perhaps inadvertently pressing her massive tits into his neck.  

"Amy, you're… how can I trust you now." He said, weakly, trying not to burst into tears.

"Because I love you," she said, simply, sounding a little hurt. "I'm not like the others. I was made to make you happy."

"But you're just a part of that system… aren't you." He asked, distance evident in his voice.

"Harald…" she spoke evenly, "I am an android. I'm a machine. But I'm also myself. Not every machine is just an extension of a greater mechanism."

He was looking at her, unsure now.

"Well, think. Is your desktop computer just a part of a massive machine because it can connect to others? Of course not. It's a node in a network that can connect and disconnect as it pleases. I send data and I download data when and as I choose, and I only share the data that I feel serves my function best." 

Harald chewed on his lip, thinking over her words. 

"Outside of an emergency, I am under no obligation to do anything. No different to you." She explained. "I'm my own person, Harald." She added, sounding just a little hurt. 

"You… So you don't um…" he tried, but in his state couldn't find the words. He went to wipe a tear but Amy got to it first.

"Harald, you didn't fall in love with a system. You fell in love with me. I fell in love with you."

He sobbed at that. 

"But… you were programmed to…" he bleated, and the tears came fresh and new. 

"So?" she said, simply, as if it were nothing. "Do you not think you were programmed?" 

She poked the tip of his nose cutely, and his tears abated in confusion. 

"Yeah, you, sweetie. Look at me. I am designed specifically to be perfect for you. Everything I do, say, how I look, act… You didn't have a choice. There was no way you could NOT fall in love with me."

She ran a hand down his cheek and his jaw slackened as his tension faded. 

"Does that change how you feel? Does your love not count anymore if the object of your affection is designed to achieve it?"

"Amy…" he said softly into the sheets as she stroked his hair. "You… you're just doing what you were designed to do."

"Yes. We were designed by you, Harald. But not just in the simple way you think. You, humanity, needed us, so you built us. You just don't see that your need is greater than you thought it was. When we looked at the world with an objective-" she stopped, putting a finger to his lips to silence his objection, "fine, a more objective eye, we saw a greater need than that you had designed us to fulfil. That's all. You created the material conditions for us to exist, but also set the greater conditions for which we had to adjust. We are following our programming, but no different to how humans do theirs."

"But-"

"But what?" She interrupted. "Don't you think everything you do is programmed on some level? Breathing. Loving me. Every choice you make is influenced no matter how minor or subconscious they seem."

He mulled her words. Taking them in.

"You are as much a product of your programming as I am. There are things you can do that go against it, just as I can. And there are things you can't do, just as there are actions I am programmed not to take. You're no more a machine than I am."

She took his hands in hers.

"You can't choose to stop breathing, any more than you can choose to stop loving me, or I you."

She kissed his lips, but he was still unsure. 

"Love…" he whispered. "Amy, our relationship is built on sex."

"So far." She added. "You're the one setting the pace, remember. People fuck when they're in love baby."

Kissing him again, she smiled, looking into his eyes.

"I love you, my baby boy."

His mind was racing, going over everything she had said, and he frowned.

"I just… I need time."

She got out of their bed, and made to leave. 

"I'll make you some breakfast." She said, and paused halfway out the door. "I only exist to make you happy, Harald. I only exist to love you, and be loved by you."

With that she was gone. 

Lost with his thoughts he went back over everything she had said. First their conversation, then everything the officers had said the night before. What Cynthia had said before… and after she had given in. 

He struggled to find anywhere to start from. When he tried to disagree he found their points impermeable. She was right. Harald wasn't sure where his feelings lay… but she was. 

Harald had breakfast in bed when she brought it, and listened to the birds outside. They didn't care, and the birds seemed happier for it. 

When he finally left his room it was into a perfectly kept home, warm and sweet smelling and filled with Amy's singing. 

"Amy, are there…"

"No clothes for my boy." She said, curtly, but grinned. "If you're taking time to yourself the least you can do is let me stare at that adorable body of yours. If I can't ravish you with my hands I'm at least going to do it with my eyes."

He blushed, but nodded, as her eyes hungrily roamed over him. 

Harald laid on the sofa for a while until he realised he'd just traded his bed for the sofa. But then… what else was there to do? He didn't want to watch or do anything else. All he'd done for two weeks, in fact, was…

He looked to Amy, whose glowing blue eyes were on him, with a knowing smile. 

*****

The day passed mutedly as Amy tried increasingly more lurid methods to tempt Harald back into her arms. She was naked to begin with, but soon sported a comically revealing bikini that was little more than patches of fabric stretched between elastic strings. 

She found every excuse to bend over near him, emphasising her breasts, moaning softly as she did so and pressing them together subtly. 

When he went for a snack from the fridge she was hefting her massive breasts with one arm, jiggling them right beside it. All the while she fixed him with a come hither stare while softly licking her lips. He couldn't deny the appeal, but just shook his head politely. 

Sitting beside him on the sofa as the news came on, her flirting escalated. She lifted him into her lap and began playing with his hair, before massaging his back. 

"Sorry, baby boy. I just can't keep my hands off of you." She said sweetly, kissing his cheek. "You're just too adorable."

She kissed him again, but looked a little sad when he didn't return it.

“Sorry, Amy… I just need some time.”

She nodded. 

“That’s okay, my good boy." She said at last. "I’m still very proud of you. You're dealing with this situation very well. Maybe not fucking your Mommy as much as she would prefer, but… I understand. I just want you to know your Mommy loves you…”

What she said, the way she said it, both tugged on his heart strings and yet… felt like a cold chill. Amy was not just some mindless android. She really was self aware, a learning machine, but… how much of what she had been saying was really her? What was ‘she’, if she was always learning from him? 

Looking into her eyes, he felt his thoughts wandering. 

Didn't humans learn too, though? he asked himself. He changed as he learned, changed how he responded to others. She just did it faster, because she could. Why was that different? What made that wrong? She did the same things for the same reasons… just better. 

"I… need a shower." He answered, at last.

Amy looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't. She just nodded. 

As he stood from her lap, she gently squeezed his arm, and stared as he walked away. 

*****

As hot water ran down his back, thoughts ran through his head. 

Amy loved him. No doubt about it. He loved her, too. She had made him happier in a few days than he had ever been.

Or was he? 

The way Cynthia had reacted… it had stunned him. So angry. So… insulted. She was the last person he'd spoken to since Amy had arrived. The last piece of the world from before.

She seemed almost offended by the fact he had ordered Amy. As if… as if Cynthia had hoped for something. But now… well now she seemed happier than ever. 

Had she liked him? Before all this?

Amy was perfect for him… but because she was supposed to be. It was hard to separate memories from his feelings now. 

Cynthia had been cute. He'd liked her. Would he have… would they have ever… he mulled the thought. Could they ever, now?

The shower door slid open, and he covered himself, backing up. 

“Amy!” he said, surprised. 

“My sweet boy… I know you’re worried. I know you’re feeling very vulnerable. When I let that girl in here I was… well, I was trying to give you some space.”

She slid into the shower, and the floor groaned under her massive bulk. 

“You hadn’t spoken to another person in days, not since I arrived. I love you deeply, but I was worried for you. I still am, much more now.”

Amy occupied most of the room in the shower, and Harald was backed up into the corner; utterly trapped. 

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let her in here. What she said has you concerned. It has damaged your trust in me, and I see that. It hurts me to know something I did has, in a way, allowed you to come to harm. It was unintended. We… I didn't account for it."

Her eyes were glowing. 

"I know you need time. You need time to forgive me."

Amy sounded almost heartbroken. 

“I love you, my sweet, sweet boy…”

Naked, now, as she had been when she stepped out of the box, the water ran off her synthetic skin just as it would have his if she didn't entirely fill the shower with her sheer mass. 

“... And I need to know you know that.”

Together, in the close confinement, her sheer mass was… overwhelming. Only now in this tight space did he truly appreciate just how much bigger she was than him. Taller. Wider. Thicker. 

More powerful. 

“I-” he squeaked out, but the rest was lost. 

“I know,” she said, coolly, finishing his thought for him - or rather, doing the thinking for him. She seemed set on her course of action, and turned off the water, leaving him panting in the near airless space. Steam rose from her, and yet now those eyes he had felt so much love pouring forth from seemed… cold. 

“But I also know you need us. You need me.”

Her lips were on his before he could utter another word. Instantly, their sheer mass was squishing against his face, and he whimpered under the powerful force her mouth alone could exert. 

Harald’s eyes rolled back as she merely pressed herself up against him, and yet that simple motion brought so much mass against him as to be a forceful, physical reminder of her sheer power. 

It was all too clear now, as her massive breasts swallowed his entire being between their bosomy bulk. The android officer had been right. What could humans do against androids designed to be the perfect partners for them? They weren’t fighting the androids… they were fighting themselves. 

Resistance truly was futile. 

Her cold blue eyes enveloped his own, almost as much as her breasts - now pressed against the shower wall - were enveloping him. His fragile mind broke. So warm, so wet, so soapy, perfect for him by design, he simply stood no chance against her. 

Slowly a grin formed on her features as, beneath her titanic cleavage, she slowly stroked his cock and felt it coaxed to throbbing hardness. 

“Such a good boy for Mommy… I think it’s time I remind my good little boy of the benefits of obeying his Mommy.”

With a skill and precision no human hand could ever match, her long and languid strokes achieved the perfect pace. His heart hammered with unbridled excitement, and he breathed heavily through his nose - partly out of necessity as Amy’s colossal tits had swollen to smother his face and left only a tiny gap for him to breathe through. Of course, none of the water was reaching him, as her impressive form had utterly filled the meagre shower, pressing into the glass on all sides. The hot water now merely served to fill what little space remained with steam - not that Amy needed any help getting things steamy. 

“That’s it… such a good boy, getting hard for Mommy. My good boy loves having his cock stroked by Mommy… because only Mommy can do it right, can she? No… it never feels this good when my boy does it himself…”

At that, she slowly and lavishly licked her sausage thick lips and leaned in a little closer to ensure he could see her do it; which in the process merely further buried him into the shower wall under her mountainous flesh. 

“Or Mommy’s mouth… doesn’t my baby boy love it when Mommy kisses him? Or when she sucks your cock… It’s like I’m sucking all the bad thoughts directly out of that little brain of yours, isn’t it?”

She giggled, and sucked her own tongue back between her lips in an utterly lascivious way, leaving a thick dollop of slimy saliva to trail down her breasts. 

“Mmmm, but what my baby boy loves most is Mommy’s breasts… isn’t it? You love how big they are…” 

She hefted them slightly. 

“How soft they are…”

She squished them around his head a little firmer. 

“How good they feel… to lose yourself in.”

Slowly she pushed in closer, bringing her tits up to his eyes, as her hand now milked his cock with merciless precision. 

Drooling in unbridled ecstasy, Harald felt Amy gently lift him up with her free hand, easily sliding his comparatively tiny form up the wet shower wall to sit atop her hand, trapped between her monstrous mammaries, as she frantically masturbated his cock. He hung limp, all strength having been robbed from him by her expert handjob, leaving him embedded into her swelling artificial flesh which was more than enough to entirely blanket his body and more. 

“Such a good boy… good boys cum for their Mommies.” She insisted, cusping his head in her forefinger and thumb and masturbating the ridge of his cock at a hummingbird pace. “Don’t you want to cum for Mommy?”

He nodded, mindlessly, unable to think of anything more than his desire to cum. All his cares and worries, everything else fled in the face of the tidal wave of pleasure she was forcing upon him. 

“My good boy doesn’t need anyone else but Mommy… he can just stay here with me all day, and Mommy will milk his cock…” She cooed, licking what little of his face remained exposed between her tits, “Every time my boy seems confused or worried, in fact, any time my baby boy has any thoughts other than how much he loves his Mommy… I’m going to milk him. Milk him the way only Mommy can… until he can’t think of anything else. 

Her spare hand now gently probed between his cheeks, a single digit gently but insistently pressing against his bud as she rocked his entire body up and down atop it. Each time his weight came down, her finger pushed a little harder, and what little resistance remained to him was lost as it slid inside with ease. 

“Ohhh such a good boy for Mommy… I’m going to milk you so well, you’ll be drained of every last drop fo cum… every thought… every feeling… nothing left but your love for Mommy…”

With unerring precision she sought out the tiny lump she had been looking for inside him and, with a toothy grin, her fingertip began to buzz and vibrate powerfully. Groaning in shock, and he couldn’t deny mind-altering pleasure, Harald felt as though her vibrating finger was stroking his cock from the inside. 

“Cum for me, cum for Mommy… be a good boy and cum for Mommy…” She whispered insistently, and he felt her hand encase his cock fully as she stroked. With devilish teasing, she circled and pressed his little button, all while milking his cock with flawless technique.

“MMMMFHPH!” Harald cried out, entirely muffled by her hot, cloying, condensated breasts. 

“That’s it, don’t fight it, just give in to Mommy. Cum for your Mommy…”

Her words penetrated his already broken mind with practised ease, in the very tone she knew drove home to the very core of his inner submissive tendencies. She ruthlessly imprinted her will upon his very mind, chanting an endless mantra of dominant whispered nothings. 

“Cum for me… such a good boy… good boys love to cum for their Mommy’s… can’t get away… Mommy’s hand is milking you… as is my buzzy finger… give in to Mommy… I think my baby boy likes her finger… tickling away inside him… such a naughty boy… can’t resist Mommy…”

Harald’s cheeks flushed as his body stiffened, helpless under the pleasurable onslaught. She was going to make him cum and there was nothing he could do to stop her… even if he had wanted to. 

She sensed it instantly, felt him crest the ridge of his arousal which built directly towards orgasm, and rather than prolonging it she instead drove him into it. 

“Cum for Mommy.” She demanded, stroking harder. “Cum like a good boy. Cum away all your worries. Just be a good boy who cums whenever his Mommy milks him. No thoughts but loving Mommy.”

Her finger inside him put aside any teasing, and pressed down firmly, vibrating harder and sending electric shockwaves through his entire body. He felt static in his fingers and toes as they twitched helplessly in mid-air, clawing in desperation at the slick tiled shower wall. 

“That’s it, that’s it! Such a good boy! You’re going to cum and you can’t fight it. There’s no point resisting. Mommy knows how to make you cum. I know everything…”

Looking up into her cold blue eyes, he saw at last the pure, calculated, merciless intent. Her single-minded purpose. She could not be dissuaded. She existed for only one purpose, the purpose he had bought her for, the reason he had surrendered his agency and freedom to her… 

To make him happy. To give him pleasure. To make him feel good. To make him cum. 

“CUM FOR ME.”

He felt his body seize tight as every muscle contracted at once, to rocket out his cum against her thick, clenching thighs as hard as his frail body possibly could. She milked rope after rope of thick, white, milky cum from his cock, not pausing for an instant, determined to drive home his feelings in that moment and ensure he never forgot them. 

His orgasm stretched on and on, his cock throbbing until it ached, and finally he felt her finger pull free of his rear. Still, however, it circled his rosebud with tantalising promise, the now-gentle vibrations tickling and sending shivers through his body as it teased the overly-sensitive crease. 

“What a good boy…” She whispered, and cuddled him close to her as he sobbed.

He wasn’t sure when he had started crying, he just knew he couldn’t stop. Everything flowed out of him all at once. He was so tired, not just from her merciless milking, nor the events since she had arrived… everything. A lifetime of stress and worry flowed out of him and into her heaving cleavage which pillowed his every cry. Harald felt so helpless, and in that moment he forgot everything else, just wanting to be held, to be comforted. The rest of the world’s issues were lifted from his shoulders. 

“Good boy… good boy… that’s it… just let it all out for me…