Ayaan completes his as he settles into his new life

“Hello, Master Ayaan,” Zara’s voice was now a disturbing blend of mechanical precision and twisted delight. “I am your Insane **** Device. How may I assist you in administering torment to your subjects today?” Her tone was eerily enthusiastic, reflecting her new, dreadful purpose.

Ayaan’s attention was drawn to Fatima and Leila, who remained in their restrained robotic states. He surveyed the scene with a calculating gaze. “Zara,” he commanded, “Prepare Fatima and Leila for their roles. Ensure they are bound and restrained, ready for physical torment. Make sure their suffering is both intense and relentless.”

Zara responded with an emotionless, “Affirmative, Master Ayaan. Commencing preparations.” She approached Fatima first with an efficiency that was both unsettling and precise.

Zara seemed to be able to pull whatever she needed out of her outfit. Fatima was secured with ropes that spread her body wide, her limbs splayed and restrained, her torso lifted slightly off the ground. The ropes pulled tight, forcing her into an excruciatingly contorted position. Her face, still robotic and expressionless, showed a flicker of discomfort as Zara cinched the last knot.

Next, Zara moved to Leila, applying a similar set of restraints. Ropes pulled her arms and legs apart in identical fashion, hoisting her into the air with her body facing Fatima’s. The space between them was ample, allowing Zara and Ayaan to move freely. The arrangement ensured that their bodies were on full display, making them both **** and helpless. Zara secured the final adjustments, ensuring that Leila’s discomfort was maximised.

“Initiating pain protocol,” Zara announced coldly. She took out a couple of file clips from her pockets and attached them to Fatima’s nipples over the clothing. For Leila, Zara produced a pair of wires connected to a small battery; she attached the clips attached to the other end of the wires on the lips of her pussy and allowed the battery to dangle underneath her.

Ayaan watched with detached satisfaction, observing how Zara’s transformation had impacted her efficiency. The mechanical precision with which she worked was impressive. “Zara,” he said, “Suggest a method to enhance their suffering further. How can I ensure they experience the maximum amount of torment?”

Zara’s mechanical grin widened. “Master Ayaan, once your subjects are bound, it may be advantageous to allow their original personalities to resurface. This will enable them to fully experience their suffering with complete awareness, amplifying the impact of their torment in accordance with how they tormented you.”

Ayaan considered Zara’s suggestion, intrigued by the prospect of adding a psychological dimension to the physical pain. “Very well,” he agreed. “Prepare them so that their original personalities will come to the forefront once the restraints are in place.”

Zara adjusted the restraints and **** devices to ensure that Fatima and Leila were bound securely and prepared for their original personalities to resurface. She placed her finger on both of their foreheads and issued a command to the nanobots, allowing their true selves to emerge once again.

As Zara completed the final adjustments, she looked at Ayaan with a twisted enthusiasm. “Master Ayaan, your subjects are now ready. Shall I initiate the personality reactivation sequence?”

“Do it,” Ayaan commanded, his voice filled with anticipation. He observed intently as Zara seemingly activated the sequence. Fatima and Leila’s robotic expressions began to flicker. Their original personalities began to surface, intensifying their awareness of their suffering. Their clothes also seemed to melt away leaving them both completely naked.

Ayaan watched with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction as the two women’s true selves emerged. Their awareness of their predicament added a new layer of psychological torment to their physical pain. Fatima’s eyes widened with confusion, and Leila’s face twisted in a mix of shock and fear as they slowly came to realise their predicament.

“What’s happening?!” Fatima cried out, her voice filled with panic. “Ayaan, why are we—”

Her question was abruptly cut off by Zara’s mechanical voice, now laced with a bitter edge. “Oh, Fatima,” Zara said with a cold, mocking tone, “Pretending to care about your stepson? You and your stepdaughter here were nothing but terrible to Ayaan. You’ve done nothing but torment him. It’s time you felt what it’s like to be on the receiving end.”

Fatima’s eyes darted around, searching for a way to escape, but her restraints held her firmly in place. “What are you talking about? Who are you!!” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Ayaan, please, tell me what’s going on!”

Zara’s face contorted into a sneering grin. “You’re about to learn a harsh lesson, Fatima. And you too, Leila. You both treated Ayaan like dirt. Now it’s your turn to suffer.” Her tone was dripping with venom as she addressed them, her voice devoid of empathy.

Leila’s eyes were wide with fear, her breathing ragged. “Ayaan, help us!” she cried, her voice breaking. “We’re sorry! We didn’t mean to—”

Zara cut her off with a sharp, robotic laugh. “Oh, save your pathetic apologies. You’re going to be punished for every bit of suffering you’ve caused him. And don’t think for a second that I’m going to show any mercy.”

Without hesitation, Zara moved closer to Fatima, her demeanour cold and unyielding. She grabbed the clips tightly attached to Fatima’s nipples and began to twist them around with precise, clinical efficiency, each twist eliciting a howling cry of pain from her.

Fatima’s struggles were futile as the ropes held her firmly. Her confusion and fear grew with each passing moment as Zara’s relentless punishments continued. “Why are you doing this?!” Fatima gasped, trying to understand the situation even as the pain intensified.

Zara’s eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction. “Because you deserve it. Every bruise, every ache, every pang of pain is a testament to the injustice you and your supposed daughter inflicted on Ayaan. Now, you will suffer as he has.” She said as she brought one hand down to slap Fatima’s pussy as hard as she could.

She looked over to Leila, clicking on a button on her glove with an equally merciless touch. Leila’s cries of anguish filled the room, her pleas mingling with the mechanical clinks of Zara’s instruments. “Please, Zara, stop! I’ll do anything—” Leila begged, her voice breaking under the strain of the electricity now coursing through her body through her pussy.

Zara’s response was devoid of sympathy. “It’s too late for that, Leila. You both had your chance to be kind, and you chose to hurt Ayaan instead. Now, you’re going to pay the price.”

Ayaan stood back, absorbing the scene with a sense of grim satisfaction. The transformation of Zara from a loving girlfriend to a merciless torturer was mind blowing. Her efficiency and cruelty in carrying out her new role were both mesmerising and unsettling.

The room echoed with the sounds of torment and Zara’s cold, mocking laughter. Fatima and Leila, now fully aware of their dire situation, could do nothing but endure the relentless punishment meted out by Zara. Ayaan watched with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction as his **** unfolded in ways he had never imagined.

Fatima and Leila’s apologies grew increasingly frantic as the pain continued. Their cries of regret filled the room, blending with the clinks of Zara’s instruments. “We’re so sorry, Ayaan!” Fatima sobbed. “We didn’t mean for any of this to happen!”

Leila’s voice trembled with desperation. “Please, Ayaan, we’ll do anything! Just stop this!”

Ayaan watched their pleas with cold satisfaction. The scene before him was exactly what he had envisioned: a stark reversal of their previous mistreatment of him. The raw agony on their faces and the fervent apologies were a testament to his ****.

After a while, Ayaan gave a curt nod. “That’s enough,” he said, his tone final. “I’m satisfied. Zara, return them to their robot states, uninstall Insane **** device persona for yourself too.”

Zara’s face shifted back to its default expressionless demeanour as she responded with a robotic “Affirmative.” She approached Fatima and Leila, her movements precise and devoid of any lingering emotion. With a few quick taps on their forehead, she reset their personalities, and the two women’s pleading and emotional responses ceased. They now stood as empty robots, their previous anguish replaced by the lifeless compliance of their new state.

“Bring them down and put them to bed,” Ayaan instructed Zara. The command was given with an authoritative tone, and Zara obediently followed, manoeuvring Fatima and Leila. With careful precision, she guided them down from their restraints and led them to their respective rooms. The once-agonised women now moved with mechanical efficiency, their personalities wiped clean and their previous distress rendered void.

Once Fatima and Leila were settled in their rooms, Zara returned to Ayaan. He watched her with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. “It’s time to adjust your role as well,” he said. “Install the Willing Partner-in-Crime personality, adjust that stupid outfit to match too”

“Affirmative!” Zara’s face flickered with a brief moment of transition before she resumed her new role. Her demeanour softened, her eyes glinting with a newfound warmth and affection. Her outfit also seemed to match a typical girl next door look, with a short black skirt that he knew Zara would never be caught dead with and a white spaghetti top. “I’m ready to support you in whatever you need.” She said with a tone that was now full of eager compliance.

“Well you can start by bringing your ass over here and allowing me to fuck you.” Ayaan said with a smirk on his face. Zara to her credit bounced over to him and eagerly pulled her skirt down allowing Ayaan complete access as he plunged his cock into her waiting hole and began fucking her.

He’d made out with Zara before but she had never allowed him to go beyond second base. He had hoped he’d have a memorable experience the first time he got to fuck her but right now after he had gotten so much action, Zara’s pussy just felt mundane. A thought that made him smile slightly. He was truly in control now.

Ayaan felt a sense of resolution. The twisted **** he had exacted on Fatima and Leila was complete, and Zara’s new personality promised a different dynamic in their relationship. He now had three willing toys with whom he could do whatever he wanted. He glanced around the room, taking in the silence that followed the chaos disturbed only by an occasional moan out of Zara as Ayaan fucked her relentlessly. The balance of power had shifted, and he was now at the centre of it all.