Chapter 15 Robotic Bond (3)

And so no one heard her screams as the robot approached her. 'Please Bruno, don't do this,' she begged, trembling as he gripped her wrists again. His penis brushed her arm, a long cold length, and she shuddered. She struggled hard, but the robot had been made for defending human life, and had strength to match the strongest of assailants. Only, now he was the assailant, his fingers bruising her wrist as he dragged it to the bedpost, then looped a leather belt tightly around and fastened it securely in the notch he made with the sharp point of his artificial nails.

Before Bianca could try and untie her wrist, the other was seized and bound to the opposite bedpost. Weeping, Bianca struggled wildly against the bonds, kicking and thrashing, but the belts were too tight, and it was only she who got hurt when her feet connected with the metal creature.

'I want you to beg,' he said, the words so unexpected that for a moment Bianca froze, staring at him in disbelief. It was not her Bruno speaking. Whatever had been done to his programming, he was now running off a script compiled from thousands of forced roleplay scenarios.

'Beg me not to hurt you.' Bianca sobbed in humiliation, kicking at him again, but he merely caught her ankles, tying her legs to the bedposts as he had done with her wrists, completely unhampered by her violent struggles.

Finally, Bianca was still, her arms and legs spread obscenely, her youthful breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. 'Please,' she acceded. 'Please don't do this.' But then Bruno was climbing onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs. He reached for the tangle of dark hair at her sex, his long, cold finger slowly trailing over her cl*t and making her jump, before moving lower and slipping into her opening. 'You're very wet for someone who doesn't want this,' the robot said. And she was wet, but only from the shower that now seemed so long ago, water still glistening in her pubes. Her passage around his finger was dry, and as he pressed into it the robot encountered something that few of his scripts had prepared him for. 'A virgin? Tonight must be my lucky night.

And yours, too; you're ovulating.' Bruno chuckled, a low, ominous sound that Bianca had never heard from him. And he was right.

She was ovulating; her body had warned her the day before, and the whole afternoon she'd been thinking about pizza and ice cream and the foods she always desired when her body was at its most fertile. His finger pressed into the roof of her opening while his thumb began teasing her cl*t. With his other hand he began fondling her breast, painfully teasing the nipple. Bianca groaned in a mixture of discomfort and something else, something she couldn't face. Her fear, though, was very real, as were her whimpers when she saw the phallus begin to expand.

Now slightly thicker and longer than her forearm, the mushroom-shaped tip gleamed with an increased supply of Arnold Benedict's semen. Bruno moved closer, closer now than they had ever been, the tops of his thick, cold thighs pushing against the back of her own. He grasped her firmly by the hips and dragged her toward him, straining her arms but allowing her legs some freedom. But only freedom enough for him to grasp her legs and push her knees up, her thighs against her torso, his access to her body now unimpeded. 'Please,' she whimpered, her legs flailing, but he gripped her around the back of the knees and held her legs firmly in place, her bottom slightly raised from the bed as brought his member closer. She closed her eyes and shook her head violently in denial, feeling the cold press of something at her opening. 'No!' she screamed, and she couldn't help but look to where that strange shaft rested against her labia. The robot held her firmly in place, unhindered by her thrashing, and as he lined himself up with her opening he looked into her eyes.

'Ready?' he asked, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh. But before she could respond he was shoving forward, thrusting hard and deep, breaking through her virginity and sinking in as deeply as he could go, deaf to her screams. And scream she did. Bianca had never imagined anything could feel so large, so foreign, and so painfully tight within her body.

She felt each and every one of the strange ridges along that cold hard length as it thrust into her, robbing her of her virginity with a sharp pain before the greater ache of the overlarge penetration brought a scream to her lips. The robot stilled above her for a second, groaning. It was the most human sound he had ever made, that guttural grunt of pleasure, elicited from doing the most inhuman thing anyone had ever done to Bianca.

He held her at that angle, his weight on top of her and his face close to her own. If he had had a human face, he would have claimed her mouth with his own and silenced her sobbing. Instead he brought his face even closer to hers, so that she had to look into those red eyes. 'Do you feel me inside of you?' he asked her softly, intimately. 'Do you feel this?' he asked, and jerked forward a bit, so that she gasped as he pressed more deeply into her. He chuckled again, watching her face, then slowly began to withdraw himself from her body. Bianca watched that large appendage as he drew it out with aching slowness, whimpering at the evidence of her lost virginity, a faint smear of red glistening along the ridges of his phallus.

'Please stop,' she begged. 'Roleplay terminated,' she whimpered desperately. 'Task completed.' If only she knew the words that could stop him. But of course, the task was not completed. As she watched, the thick organ crept along her slit again, hints of pre-cum snagging in her pubic hair. The robot grasped and held her knee with one hand, then reached for her mouth with the other. Bianca squirmed to get away, but his thumb pressed hard against her lips, bruising her, and ultimately slipping into her mouth at the same moment his penis thrust brutally back into her depths.

Bianca bit down hard on his thumb as she screamed, but he hardly noticed, his length slamming into her again and again and again as he began to fuck her hard. He grunted low, his weight settled heavily on top of her as he forced himself more deeply into her, over and over and over. He withdrew his thumb from her mouth and grasped her breast, kneading it painfully and pinching the nipple with the sharp tips of his fingers. Bianca sobbed at every new sensation, unable to tear her gaze away from where that thick length disappeared into her body, her labia rubbed red and spread so lewdly around that rigid, ridged shaft.

His balls, heavy and warmer than the cool rod inside her, slapped against her ass with every thrust. Suddenly he withdrew completely, and though Bianca prepared herself for his inevitable painful return, he did not, but got up from the bed. Through red-rimmed eyes, Bianca watched disbelieving as he went to the belt that tied her right wrist to the bed post and untied it.

She flexed her hand, but it was numb, her fingers hardly capable of movement.