Human Android Ch. 02

The back door of the truck slid upward with a hiss of compressed air. Anne had brought her emotions under control by thinking over positive aspects of the situation. After all she was a professor and head of the business department, therefore used to analysing difficult situations.

Although virtually naked in the back of a truck she was wearing a mask so wouldn't be recognised on campus. It was moulded onto her face and wouldn't just fall off. It was styled as an android maid, which was in keeping with the thin one piece android body suit she wore.

The young man driving the truck had been fooled in the poor light of the garage so she hoped he would continue to be deceived. He was delivering her to a warehouse for the student charity week with other items scavenged from all over town. Once in the warehouse there was sure to be some clothing and once left alone she could switch off the program that kept her in the maid android mode.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Anne conveniently ignored it had been a big mistake putting herself into this vulnerable state in the first place. She studiously avoided the fact it had gone from bad to worse, with the prospect of becoming calamitous. The implant and body suit combined to keep her helpless, unable to do anything but obey whoever commanded her.

It only needed one student to find out who she was and a dire rumour would spread around campus like wildfire. She should have switched off the damn implant while in the back of the truck but she had been so terrified her thoughts had clouded. All she had thought about was being driven away form home while almost naked and in such a helpless state.

"Hi Larry, you need a hand?" a student asked.

"It's OK! Not much here. I'll bring it in but make sure you label it all with our group number," he replied. He wanted to impress the other two to make sure he got that games consol.

Anne was less confident now. She didn't think anyone would be in the warehouse and the lazy students in there were sure to get her working as a maid, sorting through all the junk. The bored guys might even decide to have a bit of fun with the big breasted android.

***

The humility of working naked in a warehouse, supervised by young students, conjured up a hot scene. She imagined bending over while they watched until they decided to just get her to stretch and bend before them like a performing animal.

Like Larry they would all want to fondle the large breasts, perhaps comparing them with girlfriends and pinup models. It would be humiliating to hear them compare these android breasts with Professor Draper's breasts; hers in both cases. When bending over for them the android skin might split open at the crotch!

It was designed to do that for the bathroom and of course for her husband in the bedroom. These students would find a nice hot pussy, looking so real they would just have to use it to compare with a real one.

Anne wouldn't be able to say anything but 'Yes sir," even if she was asked. There was always one brave guy and the others would follow, wanting to be a part of the group.

How many were in there? Anne remembered a staff meeting when one of her lecturers mentioned six of the rowdiest students had been assigned to looking after things. Not a punishment he had told the meeting, but it was. Wasn't she just one of the things to be taken care of now?

She was just an object to be dumped in a warehouse to be sold off for charity. It occurred to her she might end up anywhere. An old guy might buy the out of date maid android then discover she was human. Would he free her from the program controlling her or keep her as a sex object?

The six young virile men in the warehouse could certainly look after her. She could almost feel their exploring hands running over her body. She knew Stephen would be there as the most wayward student on campus. He wouldn't waste time with foreplay; after all she was just an obedient android to them, just an object to be used.

She felt a hard rigid cock pressing at her lips then slide right in and she gasped in outrage and lust. She couldn't help it. It was outrageous that the worst of the students were lining up to take her. Would it have been any better if her best students were taking her?

They had an android sex doll to play with and they were going to make the most of it. While Stephen was pumping her from behind the others were encouraging him.

"Slam its cunt Steve! I'll take its ass, I don't want its cunt after you guys have messed it up," one state confidently.

"What about the mouth, can that be used?" another asked.

"We'll see who recovers from their first fuck then start using its mouth," Stephen said, over her shoulder.

Anne had never been so insulted and abused in her whole life, or been so aroused. She desperately need to tell them to leave her alone, but couldn't say a word. She began to murmur sounds on an outward breath.

"You can't do this to a professor, you're naughty boys, stop it!" she pleaded. A desperate urgency in her voice became critical as she felt the student push deep into her body, ready to cum. "Please master, fuck me harder, make me cum," she wailed.

Before she could be released from the first orgasm another student invaded her body pushing her toward another orgasm. These young men were potent and alive with energy, able to fulfil her needs and more. As each took his turn she was pushed beyond previous limits until she thought her body would explode from so many sensations assaulting her mind.

They were vigorously working her pussy but while the last one took her Stephen was lifting her mouth to his cock. These young men were ready too quickly. They were lining up to fuck her face. Soon it felt as though her stomach was full with their hot sperm. What was next, her asshole? They had all day and the next to play with the sex doll and they had nothing else to do but fuck her, over and over again.

***

Larry threw a sheet over the android and dragged a box out of the truck.

Anne was startled, feeling something cover her body and the sound of a box being dragged brought her round. Her eyes swivelled desperately behind the mask. It was ridiculous but she had to check for students using her body from such a fantasy feeling so real.

A feeling of relief flooded her mind but underneath there was a small disappointment. She tried to bring her breathing under control for surely the loud panting could be heard in the close confines of the truck.

It seemed he wasn't going to off load her here so was he taking her back home? Why bring her in the first place if he was going to unload the truck himself? He didn't want anyone to see her. That meant he intended to keep her. What for? A sigh of weariness escaped her lips. Was this nightmare ever going to end?

If he was taking her back to his apartment she would have to reveal herself before it went too far. At least when they were alone she could minimise the damage to her reputation by getting him to promise never ever to tell anyone.

The image of him mauling her breasts was squeezed out of her mind. She dare not let anyone hear of that or the sordid little secret that she played at being her husband's android. Standing before a student, virtually naked, telling him she was a professor was not something she looked forward to but it would have to be done.

***

The android had been whisked up stairs to Larry's apartment without anyone seeing it. He had an idea and wanted to try it out. The security had been completely changed on the mark two games consol but a rumour was it was based on an android algorithm. If he broke into this androids programming it might help him hack the mark two. He would be way ahead of the guys while other gamers were waiting just to touch one.

"The dust is making me sneeze! Get to the bathroom and clean up, make it thorough, down there too. Hurry up and get back out here," he ordered.

"Yes, master," Anne replied. At last she was alone. A quick shower and then de-activate the implant. There was a towel, an old one, but big enough to wrap around her body until she got some clothes. Jeans and t-shirt borrowed from Larry would do.

In the shower she peed down the drain, a dirty habit she didn't share but needs must. From experience she knew using soap and water, while wearing the bodysuit, was an effective way of cleaning it and even her own skin underneath.

She made a good thorough job of her pussy as it had been used that morning, though she wasn't thinking of that. At home she would have douched herself but here made the best of what was available.

Once dry she tied up her hair in a bun unable to style it from a lack of female luxuries. She completed his instructions so took a deep breath, standing still, poised for a moment. At last Anne was ready to raise a hand to the back of her neck. She had no other control of her body except the emergency release which was to raise her hand up to firmly touch the switch at the back of the neck. It looked like a small mole or birthmark.

Her husband usually released her with a voice command but this guy didn't know anything about it. At last she could switch off the damn program and be free. She knew why it had been delayed until now rather than straight away. It was a daunting task facing that student to admit she was Professor of Business studies while only wearing a towel.

She had worked as his maid and he had played with her breasts. He would also guess why she was dressed this way. She was a near naked woman, helpless, in a young mans apartment so that meant only one thing. Before it got any worse she would have to get on with it.

The door flew open, "Come on! You've been in here long enough," he berated her. The computer had been set up ready and he was eager to examine the androids security programming.

Anne followed behind him realising her panties were back there on the bathroom floor with the wet towel. Things had just become worse, a little step at a time, yet inexorably sliding down toward a disaster. So what was next?

"That's better. I didn't want that dust getting into these delicate electronics," he said.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see what looked like junk piled on a desk with random wiring keeping it from falling to the floor. It didn't look like the business computers she was used to.

A shudder rippled down her legs from a sudden thought. This nerdy guy wasn't going to play with her body he was more interested in playing with the program controlling her. What that might do to her was frightening.

***

At the medical centre a machine had implanted the chip into her brain with absolute precision. Although it had sounded daunting it was no more serious than having a pierced tongue, or so her husband explained. She only had to stay overnight as a precaution. He was right she hadn't felt the slightest pain or any ill effects. She worked at the university as usual as though it weren't there.

When her husband activated it she was under his control otherwise there was no sign of it doing anything at all. They had warned her not to keep it active for hours at a time but she had joked her husband wasn't up to that much excitement.

She must have been nervous for it was the only naughty thing she had said outside of the bedroom in her whole life. With a sigh she thought it no wonder he had wanted her to loosen up. In the end she had been forced to under the influence of the implant.

It had been a revelation! Never would she have guessed that being a submissive was so powerfully exciting, yet it was proven without doubt when her husband controlled her through one of the programs in the implant. She was able to let go all responsibility, for the sex to be sublime and the orgasms overwhelming.

***

"I can't get used to those tits, they're so spectacular," he said. Taking a hold of them he pulled at the nipples watching them swell. "It's a pity you're not a sex doll," he chuckled. "They must have used the same breasts but you've got nothing between the legs," he shrugged, with a disappointed look on his face.

"Wait a minute, you're not still leaking? I don't want oil or whatever on the consol chair," he said. His hand slid between her legs to feel nothing but the smoothness of the suit.

With some relief she realised the crotch would be sealed unless she was ordered to open it up. Anne had become used to this young man fondling her breasts but the inquisitive fingers exploring her crotch was something new to endure. It didn't matter if he noticed her taking deep breaths for androids did this to add some realism to an inert body; what purpose it served she couldn't recall.

"Where did that wetness in the panties come from?" he commented.

Fortunately it wasn't interpreted as a question for her to answer. Her panties had been wet when he first touched her and he avoided her crotch ever since. It seemed she was safe enough after all because it looked as though she was anatomically lacking, like a plastic doll.

"There's something there, a seam," he commented.

"Maid, bend over and open your legs," he ordered.

The word maid got the programs attention and the body suit followed the order. With no option but to obey she bent over a chair to spread her legs. Now was the time to cry out she was a college professor, before it went too far. What then? Should she ask this young man to unhand her crotch? The humiliation of it was working on her and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Open up, wider," he clearly ordered.

All day she had been aroused without let up. In the truck she had nearly cum while in the throws of a powerful fantasy. All the passion of the last few hours had been re-ignited leaving her switched on ready to interpret his orders in sexual terms, however innocent.

Telling her to open up while feeling her crotch could only be interpreted one way. On hearing the words she knew what was going to happen and groaned on an outward breath.

Larry pressed at the seam running between its legs. Telling it to open up meant for it to part the legs more, so he could see what was there. In surprise he watched the seam open to reveal a convincing vagina. With such inexperience it would be realistic.

In the dark he had fumbled in a girlfriends panties but how often came the opportunity to be on his knees looking up between a woman's legs. Not exactly an elegant pose, yet fascinating.

"It's been disguised as a Maid Android, though really it's a sex machine. Well! I guess the professor doesn't give it out much and who would want to fuck such a harridan anyway. She probably gives instructions and awards points afterward," he chuckled.

Anne was mortified. She knew students, even her staff, thought she was too hard on them. This was extremely humiliating. The awful thing was, it was a turning her on. She was becoming excited and even this inexperienced young man was sure to realise. He was still staring at her crotch and there was nothing she could do stop the flowering of her sex.

***

A flow of images hit her mind without warning. She was in class and Larry was under the desk. She was looking down at him and said, "Young man, you are being rude. Do you mind not staring like that?"

"It's all right Professor, you carry on lecturing the class. I'm just examining your bald pussy then I'm going to play with it for awhile," Larry said, with a big grin on his face.

The class could see what was happening but just sat there waiting for her to continue. She hoped someone would rescue her from just standing there delivering a lecture on customer satisfaction. As her breathing became laboured she hesitated more and more until moans of obvious pleasure interrupted almost every word.

"Customer satisfaction, hharrr, is important, fworrr sales, innn hehhh hehhh, anyeeee business. Even fwoorrr non-repeat sales, oooohhhhh!" she blustered. "Yessss! Keep the cusssstomer satisfied, yahhh, satisfaction, oooo, must be guaranteed, yeeaasss," she yelped with every touch upon her sensitive pussy.

***

Anne felt a finger exploring her. Of course he couldn't resist it. It delved deeper bringing on a deep ragged breathing, the only reaction possible while held helpless by the damn program. He found another 'on button', bringing forth a sudden deep intake of breath. Her stomach churned with sensations that shot outward through her limbs to tingle along strung out nerves, right to her fingers and toes.

Without her even being aware of it Larry stood up and positioned his cock. Satisfied the android hadn't been abandoned because of a fault he slid his cock against its lips. He hesitated for a moment wondering if it was safe to trust a machine with his precious member.

Anne desperately wanted to thrust back on the hard object pressing at her lips. She had been teased all day so needed satisfaction. It no longer mattered who it was, she needed a man to fill and fulfil her need. It was infuriating not being able to move or play a part. Always there had been instructions to behave like a slut or just a sex object, sometimes something more elaborate.

He plunged in to find a warm tight grip on his cock. This was so much better than his hand he was pleased to have tried it out. The hesitation and guilt was abandoned as he sawed his way in deeper and deeper into the sex machine.

When she breathed out a low pitched sound escaped her lips that could be mistaken for a moan of pleasure. it reminded him a sex android could do more than just accept his cock.

"Let go, let me know you're enjoying it," he demanded. It was a total surprise to hear the android responding so wildly. It was obviously over the top for the girlfriend he played with hardly said a word and that was after an hour of effort.

"Yes! Oh! Yes! Deeper master! Fuck your maid hard fuck your maid faster, please! Oh! Master, please make your maid cum," Anne yelped between thrusts. She was this young mans maid letting him use her body and the humiliation was irresistible. Her head was being bombarded with fantasy images but nothing as powerful as being there, being fucked by a student.

"Your maid is nearly there master. Your maid needs to cum master, please, master," she squealed. How could it be anything than absolute humiliation for a college professor to be begging a student for permission to orgasm? Anne revelled in the disgrace of being in such a depraved state.

Larry heard every word and it confirmed the sex android had an exaggerated programming for no woman would become so carried away to say such things. Nevertheless it spurred him on. He finally plunged in, pushing hard with strong young leg muscles, spurting a load into the androids pleasure hole.

"Cum maid, cum big time," he gasped, through clenched teeth.

"Oh! Thank you master," she stammered. "Oh! Master, its happening, maid's body is exploding with master's cum. Fill your maid with lovely cum, master," Anne whimpered.

If felt as though her body had been empty; now it was filled with this young man's virile sperm. She felt his cock deep within her body throbbing then twitching, imagining his hot liquid flowing along every nerve fibre out to the furthest reaches of her limbs, into the pleasure centres of her brain.

As though a bell tolled, vibrations of the orgasm rang throughout her being telling her she had been thoroughly taken. The orgasm reverberated from her vagina in great splashing waves, into every part of her body, sensitising breasts, hard nipples and lips, to the very tips of her ears. It was a gut wrenching orgasm like no other.

Larry's legs felt weak as though he had spurted all his energy into the machine. The android vibrated with energy seeming to hum with power. Leaning over its back in near collapse he noticed something in the hairline. He had found a connection point.