Your holes are industrial zones for use by machinery

You lie sprawled on the floor, your dress bunched up over your hips, leaking drool from your dry mouth and some indeterminate mixture of vaginal secretions and dildo lube from your wet pussy. You feel weird. You’re pretty sure you should feel weird.

You’ve never been so sexually satisfied in your entire life, but at the same time you feel empty and still kind of horny. You know you should stand up, but you haven’t been told to and you don’t really feel like doing anything unless you’re told to. Preferably by a fuckbot, but also by a screen, but really by anyone or anything with authority. You think when you do finally stop just lying sprawled and happily leaking it’ll be because the growing craving to look at that wonderful flickering screen overwhelms your passive lethargy.

But before that can happen the door opens behind you again.

You’ve fallen with your ass toward it and one leg bent under you. Anyone who comes in is going to get an excellent view of your ass cheeks and crack, and probably a pretty good view of your butthole and leaking pussy. You don’t mind. It’s so much easier to just lie here and calmly accept what is happening. Besides if you’re lucky it won’t be a person, in which case you’ll have two out of three holes in position to be rammed by another machine.

A shiver or excitement, of unashamed arousal and desire, runs through you at the thought of being fucked be a machine. Nothing can give you pleasure like a machine.

The lights in the room come on. You emit a barely audible moan of disappointment. You already miss the glow of the survey screen being the only illumination. Your disappointment vanishes when you hear footsteps and the squeak of wheels enter the room. A person and a machine or, and the idea is even more arousing, an android wheeling in a fuckbot.

Unsteadily you rise to your hands and knees, and sway your ass in what you hope is a sexy manner. You’re not sure what kind of pose or behavior is going to make a machine want to fuck your thoroughly used pussy and tight unused asshole, but you suddenly realize you need to make it a top priority to find out. The top priority. One of your hands lazily paws at your dress and bra until one of your big C-going-on-D cup tits falls out, swinging as you sway your butt.

“Congratulations, Miss Doe.”

The voice is that of the nurse, Minerva, who first guided you to this small anonymous room. She sounds likes this is a sight she’s seen a million times before. Maybe she has? For your part your gratitude towards her for giving you the opportunity to be rewarded by a visit from the dildo-thrusting fuck-machine is tempered by the letdown of her not being an android come to pound one of your holes.

“Thank you, Minerva.”

You’re happy to just passively accept her congratulations as you continue to shake your booty. The congratulations seem appropriate given how good you feel. How thoroughly and completely you’ve been fucked and how much you enjoyed your long long orgasm. Besides there’s a knowing conspiratorial tone to the way she congratulated you. Like she knows her holes are meant for fuckbots too.

You look behind you and see that the squeaking sound of wheels is simply a water cooler that she’s pushing in. Now the letdown is total. And you’re suddenly aware that you’re seductively swaying your bare ass to a gallon of water and a woman you barely know.

“How are you feeling?”

Minerva has a predatory look on her face as she cooly licks her lips. She likes what she’s seeing and she wants to take it. If she does you won’t stop her. She’s not a sexy machine - she could never pleasure you like a mechanism could - but you’d still enjoy getting fucked by her. By anything. You reach back and slowly spread your pussy in lazy invitation, aware your intimate depths will be glistening with the aftermath of robotic dildo pounding. Your mind drifts back to the subway station and the two drunk homeless men who molested you... And brought you to climax. They were only human too.

“Horny,” you reply truthfully to her question. You’d enjoyed getting fucked again and you want her to know that. You decide not to mention that she’ll never satisfy you like a robot could. You lick your lips too. Your mouth is dry. “Thirsty,” you add.

Minerva doesn’t take advantage of your offer of your body, but pushes the water cooler past you. Her shoes squelches briefly as she walks through your squirt. There is a sticker on the water cooler. “Hydration only. Not to be used for vaginal or anal lubrication. Strictly not for enemas.” It’s puzzling but a shiver of anticipation runs through your aroused body at the possibilities it suggests.

“Let’s see what we can do for you.”

Minerva’s smile is still predatory, but it’s anticipatory too, as she turns the water cooler round. Instead of a spout the water-cooler has a long stiff purple gel dildo with a vertical slit on its rounded end. Behind the dildo, set on the water tank, is a wide screen which flickers briefly in a way that seems to you to be both friendly, familiar, and intensely erotic. Either side of the screen are what look like handlebars, or at least something designed for hands to grip.

This water cooler is a robot that can fuck! The hand spreading your pussy is immediately redirected to rub frantically at your clit. You want, you need, you must get your cunt ready to accept perfect mechanical penetration. Your mouth opens in an ‘O’ like a cock-sucking slut, your lips eager and ready to welcome robotic dildo. You are prepared to accept it in any of your holes.