Maddox indulges himself.

It was not beyond the realm of possibility, that by the time A.I.D.A would have identified and isolated the problem, Maddox would have released all of his pent-up desires, that he would be able to make the right decision when it came to what he should do regarding his robot. To that end, the first thing he had 'her' do when 'she' was finished with 'her' kitchen duties, was help him set right the oldest grudge that he apparently never quite got over.

About 5 minutes later, 'she' came into the room, the popular girl **** to pass Biology; and half an hour later, he came all over 'her' face, like she promised she'd let him.

After that, he tried exploring the cruel part of human nature, by taking his belt to 'her' back while 'she' was strapped to a beam. But despite 'her' insistence for him not to hold back, he found 'her' wails and screams of pain too unbearable, that it shook him to his core, and was unable to continue.

He spent most of the midday napping on the couch, exhausted from how much A.I.D.A had fed him during lunch, the lack of stamina needed to keep up with 'her' libido, and his general unfamiliarity with physical exertion. Slipping in and out of sleep, he briefly recalled a blanket being draped over him, a gentle kiss on his forehead, and a slight stroking of his hair. When he awoke, he was greeted by the sight of A.I.D.A sitting on the table, skirt bunched up around 'her' hips, legs wide open, fingers rubbing at 'her' pussy. "Keeping myself ready for whenever you want to use me, Prof," 'she' stated.

Seizing the opportunity to both rest a little longer and experience something he'd never seen in reality before, he instructed 'her' to show him how, if 'she' could, 'she' would get herself off. Grinning, 'she' reached up and started massaging 'her' breast over her top, letting out small hisses of pleasure while moaning his name sensually. Then, not knowing exactly when or how it happened, he found himself using 'her' chin as a springboard and 'her' hair as leverage, as he rammed his cock down 'her' throat, while 'she' played with 'herself', 'cumming' loudly and often.

Later, after discovering a never opened air mattress, Maddox was lying face down naked on it on the bathroom floor, while A.I.D.A, wearing a bikini, straddled his back. After rubbing lotion onto his back, 'she' carefully calibrated the right amount of pressure to use to get into the deep spots, while not accidentally puncturing his skin, before poking and prodding around. Finding what 'she' was looking for, 'she' dug 'her' fingers into his muscles, and started working out his kinks, making him grunt and groan in pain. "These are some serious knots, Prof. You have got to learn how to relax more," 'she' remarked, getting in under his scapula, before leaning down and giving him a cheeky teasing smile. "Or were you building me to help you with that?"

He'd be lying if he said that he never intended for this massage to have a "Happy Ending", but the sharp pain from feeling 'her' thumb scraping between his ribs, and the relief he felt quickly after, made him swallow his words, and just endure the rest of this ****. It wasn't long though, before he was staring up at the fabric between 'her' legs, letting his imagination run wild as 'she' diligently worked on his thighs and midsection, giving his groin a much needed break.

In the evening, while his dinner was in the oven, he found himself laying his head on 'her' lap, celebrating that his television wasn't smart enough for his assistant to hijack, and they were watching one of his favorite movies. As 'she' picked his ear clean with a cotton bud, he realized that he found this to be far more intimate than the sex. Looking up, he saw A.I.D.A shift her head down and smile warmly at him. "Is everything alright Martin?" 'she' asked.

His heart fluttered when 'she' used his name, and he smiled back. Closing his eyes, he took in a long breath. "Yes, A.I.D.A. This has been... the happiest day of my life." A.I.D.A's artificial heart raced too, and 'she' glanced up at the camera. 'She' gave it a melancholy, almost hopeful look, before asking him if he could do 'her' a favor once he was ready to retire for the night.

There was a long pregnant pause before he said, "Sure."