Tracy

Eric is busy cleaning a hallway in the house. He's mopping the floor when one of the doors in the hallway opens and Tracy's head peeks out.

Tracy: Hey Maid!

A little startled, he looks at Tracy, who seems very impatient.

Eric: Y-yes Mistress?

Tracy: Get your butt in here, I need your help!

With that she closes the door again. Eric blinks a few times before putting his mop down and entering her room. Tracy is leaning against a table in the middle of the room and is looking at a tablet. She looks over her shoulder and looks seriously at Eric.

Tracy: Come here and lean over the table.

With a confused look, Eric walks onto the table and leans forward so his stomach is touching the tabletop.

Tracy: Arms forward.

He does as said and stretches his arms forward. With a press on her tablet, his arms are suddenly tied so that he can no longer get away. Tracy turns around with a smile on her face.

Tracy: Good.

Now Eric is nervous again, what is she up to?

Eric: M-mistress?

Tracy: Yeah?

Eric: May I ask what should I do?

Tracy: You're only here to help me with an invention.

She presses around on her tablet a few more times when suddenly a large silver box opens, where Eric thought it was a wardrobe. Some fog comes out as he hears something moving mechanically. His eyes widen when he sees what stands next to Tracy. It's the legs and hips of a robot, but what really stands out is the approximately 6-inch metal dick. There is nothing more of the robot, just that.

Eric: M-m-mistress? W-what is that?

Tracy pats the robot with a smile.

Tracy: A prototype of a sex robot that I am building. I used to try it with a pocket pussy but now I have a "volunteer" helper~ All right, let's get started!

Eric can't say more as the robot moves towards his behind. He trembles as he feels the cold metal dick settle at his "entrance". Meanwhile, Tracy watches and takes notes. He moans in pain and a little aroused as he feels the cold dick dig into his butt.

Eric: Ahh!

Tracy notices this.

Tracy: Yes, it was clear that the dick doesn't come in that easily, but that's why I have a function for it. Activate lube dispenser.

Eric just feels lube coming out of the sides of the robots dick, but way too much. Tracy groans when she sees this.

Tracy: Great, that's like a waterfall, I have to edit that again. Let's try the speed. I use the lowest setting.

She presses her tablet and he just feels the robot start moving his hips. But way too fast, the robot rams his dick into him so fast that it resembles a paint shaker from a hardware store. At least he feels like a can of paint in one of those things. Tracy disables the mode and sighs in frustration.

Tracy: I'll have to go back and revise it.

The robot pulls out of Eric and goes back into his box as Tracy releases him and pushes him out of her room. She closes the door with a bang. Eric is about to get back to work when some of the lube drips under him and he slips, sending the bucket of water up in the air and then at him. Now he's sitting on the floor, his butt hurts in more than one way, he's wet and will have to start all over again.