Another sample

“Are you okay with the same setup as before?” Tina asked. You wondered if you could convince her to keep her face on the robot while it gave you a handjob, but decided to turn the creep notch down just a tad.

“No problem with me accessing another video or two to help me along?” you ventured. She sighed but it seemed to be with amusement.

“I tend to forget that men are visual creatures,” she noted as she went to the gloryhole booth, reached in and seemed to unscrew something from the ceiling inside. “Sure, go nuts,” she said as she took whatever gizmo had been put in the booth and walked past you and back out of the dosage room. Dang. You watched her disappear and then Watchtower Guardian 669 wafted into frame.

“Good afternoon, Doctor John Doe,” it said, sounding welcoming but with a literal blank face.

“Just...uh... Doc is fine. Don’t need to be so formal,” you decided. This inanimate object you had been intimate with deserved more familiarity. You dropped your shorts, having managed to get yourself to three quarters chub purely with imagination. You were a pro after all.

“Sure thing, Doc,” it chirped. That tube extended again. “Lubrication?”

“Uh yes please. Use more this time, and show me another video,” you told it, now that formalities appeared to be over.

“From the spank bank?” 669 asked to clarify and you couldn’t help smiling as you nodded. Intuitively the robot deposited it lube into its own hand then reached out and grabbed your dick. Feeling that pleasant coolness again you took a step forward as it hovered in closer and began to work on your shaft, lubricating you and its soft fingers.

The screen of 669’s face lit up and you saw the cursor move through the list of files. You wondered which one it would pick. The first frozen frame appeared and you tried to place what you were seeing. Again you noted that the faces were blurred… but also that the room seemed pretty baren and severe. It started playing and you saw the donor fully clothed, an average looking guy but there was an air of nervousness to him. The patient was fully clothed too and was sitting in a chair. Wait… no… she seemed to be strapped into a chair. The woman had dark skin and an explosion of frizzy hair. You realised that behind the man wasn’t a strange striped wallpaper. It was a wall of iron bars. This was a prison cell.

“Mmm… you look tasty,” came the digitally altered voice of the woman. She sounded young and bright, which seemed an awful shame that she was locked up. “Come closerrr…” she pleaded.

“I’m… I’m not supposed to let you touch me,” replied the donor.

“Aw. I’ll let you touch me though,” she offered, and already you were getting hard as rock and the robot started to jerk you in earnest.

“Not supposed to do that either,” the donor said, though his tone suggested that it was more of a reminder to himself than anything else. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his erection, causing the criminal patient to make a sing-song-noise.

“Peek-a-boo… I see you…” she sang, then you heard her smacking her lips. You blinked at the screen as your memory was jogged. You recalled what Dr. Tina McGee told you earlier. That she had worked with metahuman prisoners at Iron Heights. You were literally watching a video of one such prisoner right now. And boy did that narrow things down. Despite the blurred face and distorted voice, you remembered who this was…. A villain you had read about with a supremely silly moniker: Peek-a-Boo. Her skin tone and hair really gave away the identity obfuscation. As 669 stroked your stiff cock you wracked your brain trying to remember her powers. “Damn you have a nice looking dick,” Peek-a-boo told the donor. “Can I just have one lick? Pretty please?”

Not responding the man just jerked it faster.

You were impressed. If you were in that guy’s shoes you weren’t sure if you would be able to resist. The chance to have a captive supervillain suck your dick would’ve been quite a thrill. Especially with her begging for it. “I just want to suck the cum right out of you,” she told him. “Come on… just a taste. Don’t you want to know what it feels like? My warm wet mouth? My soft tongue … just all over your cock…”

“Yeah… keep talking, bitch,” the man growled, part instruction, part taunt.

“Ha… you’re so hard for me aren’t you?” she went on, taking her cue. “Fuckin jerk it… come on… come on… come closer … let me at least smell that thick cock… mmm…”

The donor did step closer but still remained out of reach of the prisoner’s hungry mouth. She stuck her neck out anyway. “Oh my god look at that thing… so big and thick and hard for me… ohh I can’t wait for your cum… I want it in my mouth… on my tongue… I wish you could just shoot it straight down my throat. **** me with your cock. Just use my mouth as a fuck hole… come on… please… please I want your cock… please!“

The girl’s begging wasn’t so much an act as it was her addiction being vocalised. It was making you so hard though, and 669 seemed to keep providing extra jets of lube every few seconds to increase the slickness of the handjob it was giving you.

“I’m gonna cum!” the donor announced, and a squeal of delight came from the blurred patient. The distance that needed to be covered wasn’t too great but you could still make out the streams in the air watching the video as he unloaded onto Peek-a-boo’s face.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried out, then the talking stopped as she opened her mouth to receive her dose. Undoubtedly he would have missed his target a little and gotten some on her face, but it was an impressive amount that he jizzed so she was fine. The guy seemed to have enjoyed it a lot too and was uneasy on his feet. “Don’t waste it don’t waste it!” you heard the girl urge, spotting an oozing globule at the tip of that cock. And with the donor’s head in a bit of a daze he stepped forward without thinking and let her take the head of his dick in her mouth. You heard her moan around his cock as she sucked in the last drops and then there was a sizzling sound, like hot oil on a skillet, then a pop.

The girl disappeared in an strange cloud that was the shape of herself, and reappeared immediately behind the donor who stumbled forward into the now empty seat. Peek-a-boo seemed surprised by the movement and her new location too and staggered, bumping into the bars of the prison. Then red lights flashed on and a buzzer began to toll. Though your dick was hard and you were getting pretty close, this intriguing new development had you thinking back to what you had read about her powers. She was a teleporter. She needed to touch someone in order to teleport though. And it seemed that she couldn’t always control her power.

“Inmate is out of the chair!” you heard someone shout off screen. The prisoner with the frizzy hair shook her head as if coming out of a daze. “Activating security measures!”

When she heard this she perked up and raised her hands.

“Wait no! I didn’t mean to-” she started but was immediately cut off as she was struck with two taser bolts through the bars of the cell. She strained a cry and collapsed to the floor as the surges went through her, then the video stopped.

“Ouch,” you noted. Then you felt a pinch. “Ouch. Ouch! Hey!” The screen you were watching stuttered and you heard a hiss and a snap from a hidden joint somewhere in the robot. “669! Stop! Ahh!” you shouted desperately, grabbing onto its shoulders as you felt the mechanical grip around your cock tighten too much. There was a flash on the screen in red. WARNING: LUBRICANT LEVELS DEPLETED - SERVO MALFUNCTION - MAINTENANCE REQUIRED.

“Oh shit...” you groaned as the screen flickered off. The machine had stopped completely with this hand cinched around the base of your cock, and your were pretty sure blood circulation was being cut off, and even through the panic you felt yourself getting harder and trying to get bigger where you were stuck. You tried to pry the guardian's fingers apart but it was a no use. You grabbed hold of the forearm, trying to move it, found it not budging, then you grabbed behind it’s elbow with both hands. The searing heat took a second to register and you pulled your hands away and screamed. Dumbfounded you stared at your reddened fingers and palms in horror, and though the damage wasn’t too bad, with your cock out and trapped in this robot’s **** grip you were in no state to stay calm. “Doctor McGee!” you shouted. "Help!"