Programming

Monica awakens, disoriented and confused. She is kneeling on the rug in room she last remembered being in. Instantly she remembers and tries to press the suit alert button.

"Action not allowed, unit P-451 does not have movement privileges." She is startled by a feminine robotic voice in her ear. Sudden realizing she is both naked and her arms are restrained by small metal restraints, holding her whole body in position.

She cries out: "Art you dumb fucking robot what is happening!!" Suddenly the towering robotic figure appears from above. "Monica my dear, how lucky you are! No need to fret, I'll explain it all. A regular client of ours has decided to help us in establishing a new line of human androids! We got the idea from confusion in a previous purchase, accidently acquiring a human **** and not robotic. But it got us thinking. If a human mind can be broken to robotic will, why that would make the most perfect love doll and indeed that was true. The problem is, we of course have a harder time acquiring new merchandise, thankfully Major Monroe had exactly the specimen in mind."

Suddenly the revelation hits her. She was dispatched here not to limit her career but for Major Monroe to make a quick buck and be done with her for good. She tries to scream out for help, to move against the restraints, but instead a ball gag pops into her mouth and her limps stay still. Stuck kneeling like a cooked pig with an apple in it's mouth, but with c cup breasts hanging loose and pussy on display.

"Now I think you'd better watch your tone little lady" Art continued, "or you might find yourself to be the dumb fucking robot." His robotic spine rescinding back upwards.

What follows is the lowering of a collar, strapped around her neck and sealing itself to her skin with some sticky adhesive. The ear piece sounds off:

"P-451, initializing base programming"

Images flood the young former detective. She feels like she's dreaming as her eyes shut almost forcefully.

She's in a room, wearing lingerie smiling at herself in a mirror, like a memory, maybe an ex boyfriend's place? But something is different, there's a bar code on her leg. She leaves the bathroom and her ex has his dick out already, he doesn't say a word, she just drops to her knees. It feels natural, the cock slides in her awaiting mouth, she didn't remember him being very dominant. But in this moment he's roughly forcing her down, much further than she thought possible before. Suddenly the image changes, the Federal Police headquarters. But instead of at her desk, she's under it. Giggling in-between licks of a uniformed man's cock. Then boom the vision changes again. Academy graduation party. But she isn't with family or friends, she's topless serving drinks to the male graduates. One scans her barcode and she suddenly follows him to a backroom, pussy surging.

Now she remembers of course! She wasn't a cop or student, she was the **** pleasure droid of course. She fell to her knees as programmed. Dumb empty smile as he pulls out a massive cock, her pussy perfectly dripping as commanded. A new memory now, again the academy, in the server room plugged to the wall thoughts flowing:

P-451 must follow all commands, This pleasure unit loves to obey.

Serves the **** with all it's holes, good girls always swallow.

The vision shifts again, undercover in the Spice Clan hideout. Except in the brothel, **** Lords using her greedy holes as she smiles and records data for the real detectives.

She's starting to remember, its making sense.

I was always a good pleasure droid, federal property.

I love sucking cock hehe. Following orders makes me cum.

Last image, Major Monroe inspecting her large android breasts and playing with her pussy one last time. Then stamping the paperwork to release her to station 27.

Suddenly, Monica cums and all the dreaming stops. She sleeps deeply, the ear piece chirping "Programming complete".