Plastic Pleasure - Michelle

*** Plastic Pleasure ***

Prologue One: This Is Natalie’s Life -

Zachariah whistled, waiting until the high-pitched echo stopped before he called out: "Natalie, get in here!"

Natalie finished wiping down the bench in the kitchen just as she heard the voice from down the hall. "Coming, Master!" She folded the tea towel, then checked her chest to ensure her cleavage was up to par. Zachariah made her wear a black and white maid outfit that just barely covered her nipples, leaving the majority of her tits exposed. She left the kitchen, nodding to herself in satisfaction at the sparkly-clean result. The sound of her heels reverberated through the corridor with each step, until she entered the living room where luxurious red carpet covered the floor.

She watched as the man loosened the sash on his robe and pulled the sides apart, revealing his naked body underneath. He didn't even look at her, and she knew he expected her to drop to her knees and begin servicing him. That was exactly what she did.

"That's it," Zachariah cooed as he felt the android's warm mouth envelop the tip of his cock. He lifted the television remote off the edge of the lounge and flicked through the channels.

Zachariah paid no attention to his suck pet as he browsed the channels. Upon reaching Channel 7, which was the local news, he was about to skip past it like he always did. However, the message at the bottom of the screen caught his attention.

'FAC Productions reveals a new range of cocksleeves accessible to the public.'

Even though he had his android worshipping his crotch, Zachariah found the announcement interesting. "Nnngh," he groaned as he felt Natalie's throat clench around his cock. He reflexively bucked his hips, forcing his length further down her neck before relaxing into the couch again.

A reporter began speaking on the television, standing beside a square-shaped structure. "Thanks, Roger," she said, addressing the previous speaker, "I'm about to enter one of many FAC relief booths placed around the city of Wintona."

The man on the other half of the screen asked, "How many of these booths are in our city, Alaina?"

"I'm told there are five in Wintona, three in Xavier and two in Brunswick." The reporter moved to the entrance of the structure. "Not all major cities have FAC relief booths yet, but the company president intends to construct them throughout the country."

"Would you mind giving us a look inside, Alaina?" Roger asked.

Zachariah chuckled at the disapproval on the reporter's face but was glad when she entered the small building.

The interior was simple, which drew attention to the woman kneeling in the centre. She had wide hips and her breasts practically spilled from the tight, black bra hiding her nipples. Her dark red hair was pulled into a ponytail above her head. A wide, warm grin filled her face as her bright blue eyes met Alaina's. "Good afternoon, are you here to use me?"

"Uh, n-no," Alaina’s discomfort was obvious. "But I'm glad to see you enjoy your work!"

"Uh-huh! I'm so lucky! I'm gonna get used by so many people, I'll make lots of guys happy!" The bubbly android giggled, looking the reporter up and down suggestively before winking, “Lots of gals, too."

Zachariah laughed at the red-haired android's forwardness, then looked down at Natalie for the first time. "Just suck the tip for now."

Having throated Zachariah's dick multiple times each day for the past several weeks, she'd grown accustomed to his size. The risk of gagging and exposing herself as a human disguised as an android was minimal. She wrapped her lips around the thick, pre-cum oozing crown.

She was grateful for the reprieve. It amazed her just how malleable a throat could be, which she understood all too well. Natalie brushed a lock of hair behind her ear so she could keep her eyes focused on Zachariah's, even though he paid no mind to her. That was just one of the things he demanded in her service - look at him because there is nothing more important to her than Zachariah. Another dollop of pre-nut trickled out of his cock, which Natalie swallowed.

"Gonna cum," the man said, glancing at the girl for the second time since she began blowing him. "Don't swallow it straight away."

He didn't order her to suck harder, so Natalie just kept her pace - gently massaging his crown with slow, back and forth tongue-strokes. After another thirty seconds, she felt his thighs squeeze around her head, and soon after, thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth. She let the man fill her face hole up and watched as his face twisted with pleasure.

"Open, show me, then gargle," he ordered, spreading his legs again.

Natalie obeyed, tilting her head back to give him a good view of his gift to her. She gargled it gently, and when Zachariah was satisfied, he relaxed into the lounge again.

"Swallow."

Thick, creamy seed ran down her throat when she gulped the mouthful down.

"Go and rake the backyard."

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Prologue Two: Another Day In The Office -

Emily fought tears threatening to spill down her cheeks due to the sharp, burning sensation in her sinuses as she choked down Marcus' urine. Due to a policy on the office regarding cleanliness, employees had to ensure their FACs swallowed every drop when they used them for bathroom breaks.

"Yo, thanks for having me over yesterday," one of Marcus' co-workers, Dylan said, as he approached the man.

"Hey man, no worries, was good to have you. Been a while since I got that drunk, I'm surprised I'm not hungover." The two men chuckled, and Marcus' flow finally came to a stop.

"By the way, can you ask your wife about those dumplings she made?" Dylan asked, "Lizzie wants to try making them."

Emily felt Marcus' cock begin to swell inside her mouth, and wondered if it was because of Dylan's wife. She slowly pushed her tongue back and forth, as if asking the man if he wanted a blowjob. He didn't stop her, so she continued.

"Yeah," Marcus chuckled, "I'll send it to you on Messager. What do you think of that FAC announcement today? Did you see the news?"

Marcus had gotten so used to having a FAC worshipping his cock that he could casually watch YouTube on his computer with his co-worker. He wanted to show Dylan a recording of today's news broadcast.

"Wow, she's hot! Damn, she's got some curves!" Dylan said, causing Marcus to laugh. "I might have to use her later. I think I know where that exact booth is, so..."

"Apparently the FACs in these public booths are higher quality or something," Marcus said, then thrust his hips, causing the back of Emily's head to strike the table. "Like, they actually have a personality, unlike this wet blanket."

Dylan chuckled, then spoke in a low tone. "Well, that's not surprising. Mister Garceu is a bit of a cheapskate."

The back of Emily's head ached, and mucus built up within her throat as the bump **** her to take Marcus's cock deeper.

When Dylan left, Marcus watched the video again. He loved how eager the red-haired android was, and his cock throbbed as he imagined using her. "Suck faster," he ordered Emily.

The woman obeyed, picking up her pace until she found her rhythm. "Shhrrk shhhrrk sshhhrrk," her cheeks became slick with spit, much like Marcus' thighs as the saliva built up from the constant activity. She felt him throb again, and precum filled her oesophagus. She powered through the uncomfortable sensation, swallowing the fluid only for more to replace it. Then, the man's balls tightened against her chin when she throated his cock to the base. Rope after rope of thick, beer-flavoured semen clung to the walls of her throat before eventually falling into her stomach.

Marcus rocked in his chair as his body shook with pleasure, tightening his thighs around the android's head to keep her in place. When the orgasm was done, he sighed in relief and straightened up in his chair. He gripped an arm-rest in his left hand and pulled his chair into the desk, uncaring of the fact his knee drove into Emily's shoulder, knocking her back.

Looking forward to using the new line of public service FACs, Marcus closed the YouTube tab and busied himself with the customer emails Mister Garceu tasked him with replying to.

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Michelle - “Advanced” FAC

Michelle smiled at the man as he walked into the booth. "Good evening, Sir!" She said, her voice filled with joy.

"Open your mouth," the man ordered, before he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, then pulled his cock free.

"Yes Sir!" Michelle said, somehow maintaining a happy expression with a wide-open mouth.

Ben was exhausted from his over-time night shift at the nearby Seven / Eleven. The man was in his fifties and was sick of answering to men and women younger than him. The manager at his store was an Indian woman - or Pakistani? The rude bitch treated him like a second-class citizen and rarely looked at him as she spewed orders and criticism his way because he occasionally forgot to thank customers for their patronage.

The disgruntled worker brushed his greying, shoulder-length hair back with one hand, and used the other to peel his wrinkled foreskin back. He didn't know why, but the fact the Android looked so happy pissed him off. Ben unleashed his bladder at full ****, targetting the bubbly girl's mouth with a torrent of urine that was just as noisy as you'd expect. She swallowed it, and he kept the flow going, aiming the flow at her eyes which **** her to close them. Her hair became drenched in the yellow-tinged nectar, and soon he bathed her tits with his smelly liquid.

Five seconds passed once the stream stopped, and the happy girl giggled. "Thank you, Sir! That was delicious!" When the man stepped forward, Michelle took his piss-dripping dick between her lips and suckled the remaining drops free.

"Suck it," he ordered, closing his eyes as his cock hardened. He imagined the android was his Indian or Pakistanian boss - the idea of stinging her eyes with his urine before forcing her to suck him off had his cock hard in an instant.

Light from the booth's ceiling shined off Michelle's piss-soaked face, and the urine continued to drip from her drenched hair. She slowly moved her head back and forth, though each time Ben's cock reached the entrance of her throat, she held him there for a few seconds before pulling away.

Michelle looked into Ben's eyes as the man gripped the sides of her head and **** her to look up at him. He buried his cock down her throat before she withdrew again, and his nuts were balanced on her chin. She felt his manhood throb, and he held her there for a good ten seconds before allowing a thick strand of saliva to splat between her eyes. Then, her nose buried in his thick bush of grey pubic hair as he began humping her face like a brand new fleshlight.

She heard his breathing quicken, then his balls tightened. He thrust hard into her throat, causing his thighs to clap against her cheeks, and repeated the same motion three more times as he unleashed his rage-filled orgasm.

Ben sighed with relief at having vented his frustrations. He felt better and considered patting the android's head for a job well done, but didn't like the idea of getting piss on his hand. There was a sink he could clean himself up with, but he decided the thing wasn't worth the effort.

When the man pulled his cock out, he left the tip between Michelle's lips. She suckled it clean, and when he was sure no excess sperm would dirty his underwear, he left her.

Once the man was gone, Michelle leaned back and pressed the red button on the wall behind her. Water began to jet from a shower head above, rinsing the urine off her body, all which seeped into the drain beneath her. She grabbed a bottle of Listerine from the small steel shelf beside her and gargled a mouthful of it before spitting it down the same drain. She repeated this process until the taste of Ben's urine was a memory.

"I hope I made him feel better," she whispered to herself with a wistful smile.

Ten minutes passed before another person entered the booth. He was much younger than Ben - maybe in his early twenties - and she heard him talking to someone outside.

"Let's just go together," he said, urging his hidden companion to follow. "It will be fun! Come on!"

Michelle grinned as a woman followed the twenty-year-old into the structure, realising she was nervous about the situation. "Good afternoon, guys!" The redhead said, squeezing her breasts together with her arms as she leaned forward. When she got a closer look at the man, she realised he was quite muscular.

The woman looked uneasy, though she laughed at Michelle's gesture. "I don't know, Jean, it's just too weird..."

The boyfriend leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Come on, just give it a try? For me?"

Michelle stifled a giggle at how red the Asian girl's face turned after the man kissed her.

"Okay," the girl gave in. Michelle stifled a giggle, finding it cute how red the Asian woman's face turned after Jean kissed her.

"You're the best, babe," Jean whispered in the girl's ear, "Go in her mouth."

Elle pushed her jeans down to her ankles and carefully placed them on the edge of the sink.

"Oooh, no panties, huh?" Michelle teased, making the girl blush more while earning a laugh from Jean.

Once she stood in front of the android again, Elle gingerly hovered her crotch above the redhead's face. Her urine came out in a nervous squirt, stopped for a few seconds, then came again. It continued like this until Elle felt more comfortable and a steady stream filled Michelle's mouth. She gulped it down and winked at Jean when she noticed his cock hardening.

Michelle closed her lips around Elle's vagina and licked her clean. When the shy girl stepped away, she seemed happy the experience was over with.

"See, that wasn't too bad, was it, babe?" Jean asked, gently caressing his girlfriend's pussy lips with his index and middle fingers as she retrieved her jeans.

"No..." Elle admitted, accepting another kiss from the hunky twenty-something year old.

The joyful smile never left Michelle's lips, even when Jean held his cock in front of her face. She wrapped her thick suckers around the tip, expecting him to fill her mouth with urine as well. Instead, he gently began rocking his hips against her face, his cock swelling along Michelle's tongue.

Michelle's eyes were focused on Jean's until she caught Elle staring at her with a mask of envy as clear as day. Although it was hard to tell due to the cock in her mouth, the redhead smirked. "Mmmrrh," she moaned, taking the man's cock deeper, slowly dancing her head around until her bottom lip tickled his nutsack. Elle looked as if she wanted to storm out of the booth, but she seemed unable to leave the man alone.

'She's just an android - it's not like this means anything.' Michelle imagined the Asian girl's thought process, and the whole situation became more exciting for her. Urged by the woman's jealousy, she stuck her tongue out and massaged Jean's balls, moving her head back and forth just enough to milk his cock.

Jean groaned, and after throbbing a few times in her throat, he unloaded his orgasm. With the expertise expected of a high-end android like herself, Michelle allowed the sperm to run down her gullet until the man was finished. When he pulled his cock out, she enjoyed the look of surprise he had when she kissed his balls. "Thank you for letting me get you off, Sir," she said with that big, warm smile.

"Mmm," Jean groaned, pulling his pants back up. "You're welcome." He turned to leave with his girlfriend, but to his surprise, Elle wanted to stay behind. "Alright, well, I'm gonna light a cigarette. D'ya gotta go number two or something?"

The Asian girl lightly jabbed her man in the ribs, getting a laugh from him. Once Jean left, Elle approached the android and abruptly struck her below the right eye with a punch. "I don't care if you're a piece of rapebait machinery - that's my man," she hissed, then leaned down. "If, by some stroke of misfortune, he decides to use you again - you'd better enjoy it. Because I'll make damn fucking sure it's the last time you put anything in that filthy mouth."

Michelle wasn't sure how serious the girl was, although the damage she felt on her cheek was telling enough. "I look forward to it!"

Elle recoiled in surprise, an expression of disgust soon replacing her visage. She was tempted to attack the thing again, but the android's response told her it was pointless. She rolled her eyes and left, and Michelle was sure she heard the girl giggle.

Michelle gargled another mouthful of Listerine, spat it down the drain, and ran the shower system again. Three more men came and used her mouth - two as a urinal, then blowjob - and the other just as a urinal. The digital clock on the top of the left wall indicated six PM, which told her things would likely get more **** from here. It was usually past this time when drunkards stumbled into her booth, which either meant she could expect to drink a lot more piss, or that the roughness would intensify.

She didn't mind either way - that's what she existed for, after all. A Female Android Cocksleeve, created for the convenience and sexual relief of anyone that wanted to use her. Michelle smiled to herself, feeling lucky that she was created for such an important, amazing role.

"There she is!" A man wearing a suit and tie entered the booth, which Michelle only just noticed due to her thoughts.

"Oh my god, you're right!" A woman exclaimed, "She looks way better than the one we've got at home!"

"Hi there, Michelle!" The man said, smiling down at the android. Her name was engraved on a bronze plate above the door outside.

"Good afternoon, Sir, Good afternoon, Ma'am!" She greeted happily.

"Oh you are just adorable! I wish we could just take you home, sweet!" The woman pinched Michelle's cheek lightly. "Do you think we can take her home, Dylan?"

"You've drunk a bit too much, hon," Dylan told his wife. "Come on, let's get started. It'll be awkward if someone else walks in."

"Oh, you didn't lock the door?" The woman turned to take care of the problem, but Dylan stopped her.

"They'll have to wait their turn anyway," he told her, giving her ass a firm squeeze. "Do your thing."

Michelle was surprised to find out Dylan was talking to his wife, who kneeled beside her. "Oh, well you're an explorative couple, aren't you?" She laughed.

"And you are amazing! The one I've got home doesn't say a damn word unless I order it to." Dylan had his cock out, stroking himself in front of the two women.

"You can suck him off, darling," the wife said, scooting forward to slurp one of the man's nuts into her mouth.

"Wow, you're so generous, thank you!" Michelle giggled, lolling her tongue out, which the man eagerly used as a pedestal for his cock. When he began rocking his hips back and forth, the redhead closed her lips around the length and moved in tandem. Dylan's erection grew to full mast, and soon it regularly jabbed against the entrance of her throat. She listened to him moan, which caused his wife to moan as the woman suckled those balls.

The door opened, allowing light from one of the street lamps to shine in. "Oh, sorry!" A man said, quickly disappearing out of sight.

Dylan and his wife shared a chuckle. "Shame, I'm sure our sweet little sucker here would love two cocks to suck." After a few more seconds, Dylan pulled his cock out and began rubbing the underside of his length against Michelle's forehead.

Michelle was about to kiss the underbelly, but her mouth was taken by the wife, whose tongue pushed between her lips. While they kissed, Dylan ground his cock between their foreheads, slowly working his way down towards their mouths. Michelle and the wife knew what he wanted, so they broke their kiss and began suckling on his length as if their lips were the buns to his hot dog.

"That's it girls. Unngh, Cassie, you're amazing babe. Get your tits out," Dylan told his wife, and she obeyed. He watched as his wife and the android pressed their breasts together - Cassie's were bare and much smaller than the impressively large knockers barely contained in the black bra Michelle wore.

As Cassie kissed up along the cock, reaching the head, Michelle made her way down the length until the man's balls rested in her mouth. He tasted of sweat, and the redhead imagined him wearing that pin-striped suit all day. The man ran a hand through Cassie's hair, then did the same to Michelle. Men didn't show kindness to her that often, not that she minded either way. She was an FAC, meant to be used - how men got off didn't matter, as long as she helped them cum.

Cassie's tongue massaged the underside of her husband's crown, enjoying the taste of his precum until the man let out a deep moan. She stopped suckling then and kissed the slit - "Come on Sweet," she said, gently rubbing Michelle's back. "Here comes your reward!"

Michelle left the balls dripping with saliva and closed her lips around the tip of Dylan's cock. She could taste Cassie's saliva but pre-cum dominated her tastebuds. She watched with curiosity as Cassie stood and began kissing her husband. Her hand came down and jerked the man off as their tongues danced in one another's mouths. A deep groan preceded his orgasm and soon Michelle's mouth filled with sperm, which she gulped down as it came.

"That was even better than I imagined," Dylan said, once he calmed down from his climax. "A buddy of mine is coming later. Possibly tomorrow morning. When he does, give him the best blowjob of his life, could you?"

Michelle laughed, wiping her mouth. "Sure, what does he look like?"

Zipping his suit pants up again, Dylan answered, "He has a shaved head and a thick, red beard."

Cassie took hold of Michelle's cheeks with both hands, leaned down, and pressed her lips to the android's. "Mmmmmwaah! You were amazing, sweet. We'll see you again soon!"

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Michelle finished washing, following with a mouthful of Listerine. She saw the bottle was nearly empty and hoped one of her caretakers would show up soon to replace it. Three more men used her that day, though none of them matched Dylan's friend's description. As soon as the digital clock reached four zeroes, a compartment opened in the rear corner of the booth, allowing a bed to appear. The redhead ate the paste designed for FACs before laying down and falling asleep immediately.

"Michael!" Michelle's eyes shot awake, and when she sat up, she realised her cheeks were wet with tears. Then, she was confused - she had already forgotten the name that left her lips.

Once she wiped her cheeks, she saw the digital clock reading eight in the morning and smiled in excitement. Another day of serving men as a convenient relief station. She got up out of bed, causing the mattress to fold back into the wall, before crossing the threshold to the small stall leading into a Japanese-style toilet. Once she took care of her business, she was in position under the showerhead by quarter past eight.

Five minutes later, the entry door slid open and a man wearing a black fisherman's beanie walked in. Michelle could bright red, wiry facial hair on one half of his face thanks to the light peering in from the sun.

"Michelle, eh?" Marcus said, the door shutting as he approached the kneeling android. "Nice. Most FAC I've, uh, 'met' don't have names."

Michelle giggled, "Hah, well, I'm sure they have names, but they don't matter. We exist to give you pleasure, after all."

Marcus smirked, now standing in front of the redhead. "That's exactly right. I think it's great that you know your place."

She noticed a bulge growing like a snake under his black suit pants. She raised one hand and began massaging the python, earning a low-pitched moan from the man. "Mmm, wow, you're big, aren't you?"

The question prompted Marcus into unbuckling his belt. As he pulled the straps free, he stepped forward, rubbing his crotch into the woman's face. "You look a bit older than the other androids. Are you supposed to be a MILF model or something?"

"Hehe, you're such a flatterer!" Michelle ground her face between his legs, supporting his balls with her chin through the black material. "Well, my designed age is twenty-nine, so yes, I suppose I am a Mother You'd Love To Fuck!"

"This is a little weird." Despite that statement, Marcus' cock still throbbed through his pants against the android's cheek. She looked up at him questioningly, so he continued. "You're just so... human-like. The FACs I use at work and home are so robotic, speaking only when spoken to, but you're like an actual person."

"Is that a bad thing, sir?" Michelle asked, gripping the front of Marcus' trousers. She began slowly pulling them down, smiling up at the man as the meat of his shaft appeared.

Marcus inhaled sharply when the woman's hand wrapped around his cock. "Uggh... Nah, I think it's awesome. Some times I fantasise that my FACs are humans **** into slavery. It always makes me cum. Usually straight down their **** throats.

Michelle bit her lip, giggling a little. "God that's sexy. You're a bit fucked up, aren't you?" She asked, slowly jerking the man off. His cock hardened in her grip and soon she pumped her fist around his meat in verticle strokes, giving her room to suck his nuts.

"Nnn, maybe just a little bit," Marcus closed his eyes and relaxed. "My wife says I get too rough with her some times, which is why she bought a FAC for me."

"You know what I think?" Michelle asked, and when the man looked down at her, she stroked him faster. "I think you should be suuuuuper rough with me. Fuck my throat as if you hate me. That's the kind of thing that gets you off, right?" She kissed his cock, licking the precum that trickled on her lips.

"Fuck yes," Marcus spread his legs slightly, stepped forward and planted his feet beside Michelle's. He could just about sit on the woman's face from this position and the thought of damaging her made his cock throb. Another dollop of precum oozed onto the android's tongue as he pushed his crown between her lips. All the dirty talking and that handjob built him up and he knew a soul-shattering orgasm was on its way.

Michelle swallowed the salty, creamy fluid as it filled her mouth. It just kept flowing and she wondered if the man just kept edging himself before coming to meet her. She felt his hands wrap around her high-tied ponytail before he thrust his hips into her face. Wanting to please the man, she **** a gag out of her throat. "Ggghhhrrrk!"

Marcus didn't expect to hear that sweet, sweet sound, and looked down at the woman in shock. He thrust again, feeling his balls rub against her chin.

"Ggghlllrrgghk!"

"Oh fuck yes!" He loved that sound and he wished his other FACs were programmed with that function.

When the man began fucking her face, Michelle **** herself to gag harder - "Gggllrrhk! Gggllrrghk! Ggglluurgghk!" She felt him tug on her hair and hold her down on his crotch for several seconds before hammering his cock in her throat in inch-long thrusts. "Gllk, ggllk, gggllk, gghk!" That was enough to push the sadistic man over the edge, and cum ran straight down Michelle's throat in multiple bursts. It hugged the linings of her oesophagus in clumps before dropping to her stomach.

Marcus stumbled back and inhaled in satisfaction, then blew the air out with a whistle. "That was great, definitely coming back to use you."

The bubbly Michelle giggled again, squeezing her tits together with her arms. "I hope so!"

"Are you thirsty?" Marcus asked, pulling the foreskin back on his saliva-soaked dick.

"Yes!" Michelle eagerly opened her mouth, edging forward so her face was under his cock. She watched as the man eased his head back and relaxed, before a sprinkle of piss sprayed on her right cheek. A few seconds passed and another landed on her tongue. Then, the stream began and Marcus looked down again to aim properly. His urine had a strong, salty flavour but Michelle gulped it down anyway.

"Uurrrh," Marcus groaned, carelessly guiding his flow wherever he wanted. Michelle's hair became drenched by the smelly liquid, and soon he aimed it at her tits and even her crotch. As the waterfall of waste began to weaken, he pushed his cock back into her mouth and watched her swallow it directly. "At work our boss makes us control the flow so the FACs under our desks can keep up. Feels good just letting it all go."

Michelle giggled with Marcus' cock in her mouth still, and gently suckled the remaining drops. After a few more seconds, the man pulled his tool out and smiled down at her, before spitting on her face.

"I'll see you later, Michelle," Marcus smiled. "You're my new favourite whore bot."

Michelle's life was one of repetition - after men finished with her, she used the shower system above to rinse their liquids off her body. Then, she rinsed her mouth with Listerine. Sometimes, if her body felt low on energy, she'd swallow some of the special FAC paste her handlers provided. She had two handlers - Dome and Whim. Every seven days, they'd restock her booth with more FAC paste and whatever other needs she had.

When the door slid open again, Michelle smiled, expecting another man to use her. Instead, a man dressed in all black wearing a cap stood at the entrance. He peeled an Out of Order sticker off a folder and placed it on the wall outside. Then he walked the booth, holding a black bag. "Hello Whim," she said, perking up even more.

"Michelle," the man greeted as he locked the door. He approached the woman and kneeled beside her. Then, Whim placed the bag on the floor and took out a stethoscope and a small flashlight. "Open your mouth and take deep breaths."

The woman obeyed as Whim ran the tests. His face remained passive while shining the light in her mouth and running other tests.

"What are you?" He asked once he was satisfied.

"I'm a Female Android Cocksleeve!" She answered giddily.

"Good girl." Whim stood and began restocking Michelle's necessities, such as toilet paper, mouthwash, toothpaste and FAC Paste.

"Why don't you show me what a good girl I am?" Michelle asked, making puppy-dog eyes at the man. As always, Whim ignored her and left.

"One of these days I'm gonna **** that nut down, Whimmy!" Michelle called as the door shut. After another ten minutes, the door opened again and her next user entered.

Then, something snapped in the woman as she heard a child yell, "Hurry up dad! They're gonna sell out!"

Images of a little boy's face flashed through her mind. She felt nauseous and fought the urge to vomit. The dim light illuminating the booth became unbearably bright and she stifled a whimper through pursed lips.

"Hey!" Michelle missed it, but apparently, the man standing before her had been trying to get her attention for some time. "I need to go," he said, cock in hand. "Can I use you or should I find a proper toilet?"

Through her tears, Michelle tried to **** a smile, but her head throbbed with pain that left her nearly incapacitated. "Yes... Sir!"

"Yes, I can use you or yes, I should find a proper toilet?" The man asked again. Another fifteen seconds passed and the man shrugged in frustration. A steady stream of urine washed over the woman's lowered head. "I was hoping to have you drink it, but my kid's waiting for me, so whatever."

"Dad!" A boy's voice called again, then the door slid open. Michelle looked up to see the child covering his eyes to avoid seeing anything unsavoury. "Dad what's taking so long!"

"Hang on, buddy!" The man said, his stream stopping for half a second in surprise. He focused again though, emptying his bladder on the sick android's body.

Michelle opened her eyes, looking past the waterfall of urine passing her eyes. The boy looked like a shadow between the darkness in the booth and the light from the sun behind him. Her stomach rumbled and she gagged. The man stepped back in a hurry as bile exploded from the redhead's mouth, covering his shoe in a mix of stomach acid, FAC paste and urine.

"What the fuck? Piece of shit's broken!" He declared, tempted to kick the woman in the head. He walked to the sink while muttering obscenities, then rinsed used some paper towels to wipe the mess off his shoe. Once he washed his hands, he left.

"Michael..." Michelle whispered as the door closed. "Michael... Please, leave him alone. Leave my boy alone!" She broke out in a fit of shoulder-heaving sobs, blabbering until she passed out in the mess she made.

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"God damn it," a man sighed as he stared down at the woman's **** body. The man walked into the small structure and locked the door. He spoke into a transceiver under his shirt, "We have a situation here. It's another Code 11." He listened as the voice gave orders. "Roger that, Sir. I'll close the booth off and bring her in for conditioning."

Dome fastened cable ties around Michelle's wrists and ankles wrapped duct tape around her mouth, then dragged her to the corner of the booth. He spent the next ten minutes washing her vomit down the drain, then disinfected the room with bleach. After that, he spent another five minutes slipping the girl's body into a large garbage bag.

When he left the structure, he nearly bumped into a man and a woman.

"Is that Michelle? Is something wrong?" Cassie asked.

"No ma'am," Dome greeted the woman and her husband with a friendly smile. "Michelle needs to be taken in for maintenance, so this booth is currently out of order."

"Why the plastic bag, though?" Dylan inquired.

"It's just protocol, Sir," Dome said and walked past the couple.

Michelle awoke gasping frantically, which quickly turned to body-quaking shivers after getting drenched in iced water. She looked around in a panic, and what she saw filled her mind with memories of hell. "No. No, no, no, no, no," she repeated as she cast her fearful eyes to several other terrified women behind bars in large cages.

"Hello again, Michelle," Reef asked. If she was really in Hell, then this man was the demon assigned to torturing her for all eternity. "Looks like you've had a relapse. Now that's no good..."

She whimpered as the man crouched to bring his face level to hers. "Please let me go..."

"Don't worry, I will. I will... I will..." The words trailed off as if the man was lost in thought as he looked her body up and down. "Lucky for you, Michelle, I'm very good at dealing with relapses." He smiled as she whimpered again. "You know that all too well, don't you?"

The woman's chest heaved and hitched suddenly, then she screamed in anger, causing spit to fling from her mouth. "Fuck you! You fuck! I swear I'll fucking kill you!"

Reef evaded Michelle's attempt at biting his face, then waved his index finger disapprovingly. "Now now," he said evenly. "You'll have plenty of time to use that mouth. I'll be back for you soon... Why don't you take that time to... reflect on your last stay? Think about what you've got to look forward to, Michelle..."

Whether she wanted to think about the time she spent in this awful place or not, she couldn't help it.

***

"Mum! Don't, not at school!" Michael pulled away from his laughing mother, evading her attempts at kissing his cheeks.

"I can't help it, you're just so cute!" After three more attempts when it became clear she wouldn't let him escape, her son allowed a kiss. She pressed her thick lips right on his left cheek, leaving a red lipstick print.

"Uggggh, gross," he whined and broke out of her hold. After wiping the print off his cheek, he turned and waved. "See ya, mum!"

She blew him a kiss and laughed when he mimicked Neo's bullet evasion and dodged the pretend projectile. After watching him push past the bright yellow double doors into the school building, Michelle drove away. She'd be a couple of minutes late for work, but the extra time with Michael was worth it.

Michelle never made it to work. Her car spun out of control at the intersection when an SUV ran her off the road. She lost consciousness before her vehicle came to a stop.

…

Iced cold water shocked Michelle into full alert. She looked around in confusion and fear, until her eyes settled on two men looking down at her. "Wha-? Where..." One of the men slapped her in the face. One of the men shoved a rag in her mouth, making her gag. She struggled, realising her hands were bound behind her back. "Mmmrrrff! Hhhrrrgggh?!"

"So..." One of the men smiled. "I know you're confused, but just bear with me, okay?" Michelle was silent, so the man continued. "You've been ****, and you're never going home." Unsurprisingly, the woman began to struggle again, yelling through the rag. "I know... I know... But just stay calm, okay? Now, I'm gonna give you a bit of news... that's much, much worse than what I've told you so far. Are you ready?"

The other man just stared silently at Michelle, which she found somewhat creepy.

The speaker continued. "We're going to abduct your son as well."

Michelle began rocking in her chair, trying to kick but she couldn't free her ankles which were tied to the chair's legs. The wooden seat shook with her attempt at breaking free.

"Easy! I know, I know..." The man sounded compassionate and sympathetic as he leaned over the woman, placing his hands on her shoulders to hold her steady. "So, this next part is what you really need to focus on, okay? Unless you follow all our instructions, something terrible might happen to Michael." When Michelle screamed through the rag again, the man rolled his eyes and drove a fist into her stomach. "I'm getting really sick of hearing that moaning, Michelle! Nod if you understand - one more outburst and maybe Michael gets a broken arm as soon as he gets here."

Dome brought the boy through a rear entrance. "Just wait here for a minute, bud. I'll go see if your mother's ready yet."

"Okay!" The boy answered.

Reef kneeled beside Michelle, then pointed. "Follow where I'm pointing. See?"

She saw her son smiling at himself and making silly faces. Her eyes widened and she became erratic again, her voice rising in pitch as she tried to get his attention.

"No, no. He's looking at a two-way mirror. He can't see or hear anything in here." He pressed his lips to the woman's ear and nibbled gently. "Shhh. It's okay. He's fine, see? All you have to do is behave yourself. I'm going to pull the rag out of your mouth - and while screaming won't help you, I'd rather you stayed quiet. No one likes the sound of a bleating woman, okay?"

Once the cloth was pulled out, Michelle swallowed, looking between Reef, the silent man and her son. "You'll let him go as long as I do as you say?"

"That's riiiiight!" Reef looked genuinely surprised by her understanding. "That's amazing, Michelle. Now, I'll untie you, and I expect you to get on your knees. That's not going to be an issue, right?"

Michelle glared at the man, but it was obvious he expected an answer. "No, it won't be an issue."

"Try again..." Reef looked at her sternly, like a father teaching his daughter a lesson. "It won't be an issue, sir."

"It won't be an issue, sir!" Michelle hissed venomously.

Reef shrugged, he'd take what he could get. "You'll learn in time, Michelle." He untied her wrists and ankles and waited as she stood up. He kicked the chair, making it tumble away.

Michelle didn't know whether she hated the speaker or the silent watcher more. She glared at the quiet man, and his expression remained unchanged. Looking away, she got down on her knees.

Reef stood in front of her again, pushing his snow-camo cargo pants down to expose his cock. "Go on," he said, as Michelle's glare resumed as she looked up at him. "Suck it."

Michelle took the cock in her mouth. It was thick and long, the purplish-red tip peaking through the foreskin. Reef wasn't the type to sit idly by while getting his dick sucked. The moment Michelle's lips touched his cock, he gripped the back of her head with both hands, leaned his body over her, and **** her to take him down her throat.

"Pppfffrrgghk! Hhhrrffghk!" Michelle gagged hard, raising one hand to push against the man's thighs while using the other as a balance on the floor. When she tried again to pull away, he just stepped forward and raised his posture, forcing his length even deeper down her throat. "Kuurroopphk, gghhhrrrghk! Ppprrrgggghk!" Snot burst from her nostrils and tears streamed from her eyes. He held himself in her throat, hunching over her again to use her forehead as support for his stomach.

Finally, when he pulled away, Michelle let out a high pitched gasp and tried to gather her bearings. Her head was held in place by Reef's right hand, while he jerked off with the other, his cock tickling her lips.

The moment Reef thought Michelle was about to beg for him to stop, he clenched a fist in her hair and **** his cock back into her mouth. It slipped right in her throat, rousing another round of delicious, wet gagging.

"Ggguugghhft! Ssshhhhrrgght!" Thick rivulets of pale spit churned up from woman's bulging throat before the mucus-filled her mouth and exploded around her cheeks with another brutal thrust, filling her gullet with the jackhammering cock.

Her eyes rolled. She tried again to push away from him, but Reef just lay his hands on her back. Her spine arched uncomfortably as a hand pushed her down while the other pulled her head closer to his crotch if such a thing were even possible.

Reef spread his legs and reached under the woman's arms, tightly grabbing both tits in a painful squeeze. Michelle made another attempt at pulling away, and this time he followed her, resulting in them doing a forty-five-degree angle turn. He pulled his hips back and listened as the slut desperately hitched for air.

"Hhhiiiiiiisssffffsslllrrrphttt!"

The sound reminded him of slurping spaghetti and he laughed before shoving his cock back down her throat.

Michelle's nostrils were a mess of bubbling snot and saliva. Whatever lipstick she wore before was now smeared on Reef's dick and her mascara painted her soaked cheeks.

Reef's hands left her tits for a moment and she tried to pull away, but then his fingers clamped around the back of her skull. Her forehead pushed into his stomach with **** discomfort as he throbbed in her throat. If he was trying to touch her stomach lining, he still had a long way to go but his crown damn sure peaked past the threshold.

The man held her there, content with letting her overworked gag reflex massage his length. "Ggglk, ggllrrk, gghhrrgghk!"

When the pressure lifted off her head, Michelle pulled back desperately and snatched a few breaths. Her throat felt cut and sore and each inhalation of precious oxygen felt cold and sharp. Barely two seconds passed before he **** her to turn around and sit on her ass. She was still coughing and wheezing, even when he pulled her hair back and **** his cock in her upside-down mouth.

To match her lowered form, Reef spread his legs nearly a metre apart and crouched, resulting in his in her throat engulfing his cock. He smiled at Whim, who still resembled a statue. Reef returned his focus to the throat hole and began rocking his hips back and forth inside the new slut.

First, Reef's hands tightened around the woman's face. Then, they locked around her neck, and he felt his cock hammering the tight throat with his fingers. Again, she tried to slip away but he'd have none of that. He continued to use her throat as a jerk aid for several more seconds, watching pale white and yellow spit froth from her mouth and run down her cheeks.

"Ggghhkkth rrrccchh rrrggghkt!"

Finally, he released her. The woman fell on her back, apparently so deprived of oxygen that she lacked the strength to support her own weight. That didn't matter to Reef, though, because he grabbed the air-starved bitch by the hair with one hand, and the back of the neck with the other and **** her into a seated position.

Reef walked around the woman until he stood in front of her again. The man lowered his form, his cock bounced, flinging her throaty slop all around. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, uncaring to the layers of tears, smeared makeup, saliva, throat slime and snot caking her skin. "Imagine if Michael could see you now," he said, laughing. He spat between her eyes, which was redundant considering how messy her face was already. "What would your boy think of he saw his mommy in this state?"

Anger filled the woman's terrorised eyes but the moment Reef stood again, aligning his cock with her face, she began whimpering in terror. He used her blabbering as an opportunity to fill her mouth.

As his cock slid down her throat again, he used her hair as a handle and tilted her head back. His body leaned forward slightly as he shuffled his feet forward until he could almost use her face as a seat. Then, it all started again. He humped her face at a pace that quickened within seconds, sending spit and slime in squirts from her tortured mouth.

"Ghrrgughk gguurgugrrhk gguuurggghkk!"

Lowering his form nearly into a squat again, Reef felt the woman's tongue desperately trying to evacuate the intrusive monster from her mouth. If only she knew how amazing it felt as she struggled like that. His feet slid between her legs and spread them apart. Then, Reef eased more of his weight onto the slut's face, trying to **** his cock even further down her throat. He held the position for several throat-torturing seconds, then pulled himself free as he stood up straight.

Michelle fell on her back again. She'd never felt so weak in her entire life. The sound of her breathing was so foreign to her. Each inhalation was like a high pitched whistle that stung her lungs with every wet, painful breath.

She opened her eyes as a rapid 'fwap fwap fwap' noise accompanied her wheezing and noticed the man hadn't lifted her back up just yet. She was grateful for the break, though seeing him jerk off above her face wasn't exactly a welcome sight. "Please..." She managed to croak out, though she barely even heard the word herself.

Michelle whimpered when the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the seated position again. She closed her mouth tight and whimpered again as Reef twisted her left tit so hard she felt like it might peel right off. She screamed loud enough for her voice to echo, and despite the scene befitting of a personal hell, she worried that her boy may have heard from behind the two-way mirror.

Surprisingly, Reef wasn't as rough this round - though it was still a terrible experience. He fed his cock slowly into her throat and at what could only be described as a gentle pace, humped her face. She felt a trickle of precum run down her windpipe and understood why he was taking it so easy now. He was about to cum and Michelle welcomed the orgasm. If his climactic pleasure meant this ordeal was over, she'd do anything to make him nut.

Then the tempo increased again and Reef grabbed both the woman's tits and squeezed them together with such **** that she felt her nipples 'kiss' one another. A torrent of thick, hot sperm blasted down her throat and Reef shuddered from the heavenly sensation. His jaw slackened temporarily and his eyes rolled. He almost lost his balance as his seed poured down the cum dump's disposal hole. Even after the flow stopped, he gently massaged his cock through her neck. "Gotta get it all out..." He said.

Michelle thought it was over when he withdrew his cock, though he stopped with the tip resting between her lips. She was desperately inhaling air through the gaps around his manhood, so when he began urinating, it was no surprise that some of it got sucked straight into her lungs. She jerked in an attempt to get away while violently sputtering and coughing up his urine. Reef didn't allow her to escape, though, and held her in place. Each lungful of piss she coughed out, he replaced with another load. She sucked more of the filthy liquid through her nostrils, trying with all she was worth to breathe a modicum of oxygen. Her vision began to fade after the most terrifying experience of her life and she welcomed unconsciousness and even **** at this point.

***

Michelle awoke to cold water drenching her body.

"Ready for round two?" Reef asked, jerking a semi-erect cock that grew quickly to full mast.

Not a day passed by in the next six months without Michelle wishing she was dead. The only thing keeping her mind sane - or at least partially sane, was Michael. Reef and other men reassured her that Michael was waiting for her.

She sucked Reef's cock every day. If Reef wasn't around, she'd suck someone else or even dildos under supervision. They made her train her throat until she no longer had a gag reflex. She drank so much urine that she grew used to the taste and eventually didn't mind when the men removed water from her diet altogether.

The men **** her to watch recordings of a bubbly, joyful woman going about her everyday life. Every scene was about the same woman. There were days when she had to practice how to speak and act just like that woman.

After the fourth month, Reef asked her if she missed Michael. The name triggered a mental breakdown in the woman and she was put through harsh conditioning again.

Every week on the fifth month, when asked about Michael, Michelle had no idea what the man was talking about.

On the last day of the sixth month, Reef asked a different question.

"What are you, Michelle?"

Michelle giggled dumbly, squeezing her tits together with her arms before smiling happily at the man. "I'm a Female Android Cocksleeve!"

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