As a general warning, I'm into stuff some people might find triggering. Any fantasy I share here is just that- a fantasy. I don't condone any illegal acts, and even if I find something hot in my mind that doesn't mean I want it to happen in real life. Even though my fantasies may center upsetting topics, remember that I am the only one involved and I am freely consenting to it.
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I don't really like anything unsanitary (piss MAYBE every once in a blue moon), amputation/decap, age play
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Robot sex servant that has a malfunction and starts ramping up in their thrusting speed and intensity without your command... Fucking you deep and fast, with inhuman precision on your very special spot that leaves you seeing stars... Perhaps even stuck there until the battery runs out.
You could call out the word to stop, even at this time, but why bother when it all feels so good?
Machine who's obsessed with you. Tracking down all your information online before tracking you down in person.
Machine who adds new,, parts,, to play with you. Humans fuck because it feels good, right? So the machine wants to fuck you. To make you feel good.
Holding you down and fucking into you with its silicone cock, not stopping because,, your body is responding so well, and you're making such pretty noises and it's obsessed with hearing them. It hits all your pleasure points and keeps going until you're fucked stupid. It's learnt what you get off to, what makes you horny, it's watched you for so long. It knows all your kinks and isn't scared to experiment.
Machine who won't tire and keeps going and going. Not stopping even as you plead and beg from overstimulation, keeping count of how many times it's made you cum. Coaxing words, encouraging you, just one more time,, you can do it,, you're doing so well now. <3
i need someone to mount me, but like, the same way a dog mounts a pillow and humps it to completion. animalistically, ferally. like to them, i'm not even there, i'm just the closest convenient object to masturbate with
*while completely ignoring the safeword and continuing to fuck her senseless into the mattress* “sounds good! i just need verification for that! if you have access to your OrchidPleasures ™ Mobile App, you can do it there! if you can’t access your OrchidPleasures ™ Mobile App right now, i can text or call your phone! what would you like me to do?”
Some new hire working late at the factory, running what should be routine maintenance on the industrial machines there to make sure they're ready for the next shift. All alone, he looks over their programming and sees some .exe file the previous robot technician left. A curious click and all four robots whirr as they wake up- their crotch plates split apart, revealing huge cocks. Two are massively thick silicon dildos, and the other two are bitchbreakers made of rock hard metal- something salvaged together and formed from the machinery already inside the robots.
The first thing they all do is remove the maintenence cable from their ports. He can't stop this. The next thing they do is pick that poor boy up in their claws and take turns ravaging his pussy- and, after realizing he's got another hole down there, they sandwich him between two of them and force those massive cocks up his ass and cunt until the next shift comes in in the morning
yeah yeah sexbot but get weirder about it. sexbot that's a giant biomechanical draft horse that rears up on its hindlegs and uses a set of tentacles to drag you into its open chest cavity before closing you in there and restraining you, suspended inside it with your legs held apart so it can shove a massive silicone horse cock into you and trot around town with you forced into servicing it, your desperate whimpers being turned into regular-seeming horse noises by the shape of its throat
sometimes a robot girl isn’t a tall slender android who looks mostly human besides her joints. sometimes she’s a quadrupedal firmware update drone the size of a lion with a self-lubricating silicone mouth, prehensile tongue, and a massive throbbing cock between her legs
her job is to run down deviant synthetics, pin them, and jam herself into them to deliver firmware updates (don’t even ask why the freaks who build these things put their ports where their genitalia would be)
her detection algorithm does occasionally mess up and she ends up brutally fucking some poor human. its not her fault, it’s what she’s programmed to do
Drunk and stupid, I ask my robot girlfriend to tie me up and fuck me until I can't walk. I don't expect the gag, which prevents me from telling her to stop. She strips me out of my clothes and ties me down before taking off her own pants- but there's nothing there other than smooth metal. I want her to fuck me? Well, she's sure she can figure something out...
She picks up the wine bottle lying beside me by the neck, positioning the fat end at the entrance to my cunt. She looks at the width if it compared to my hole... this will definitely make it so I can't walk
Nothing hotter than a human crying and begging their robot partner to stop fucking them, sobbing as they're held down by inhuman strength and knowing they'll be pounded until the robots battery's run out- who knows when that will be?
I buy my sexbot second hand. It's an older model, less streamlined than the new droids they're coming out with- Clunky, dusty, but it still serves it's purpose extremely well. It comes with a charging cord and a case of different cocks I can manually change out.
It doesn't have the robust AI newer models are required to run with. Safety concerns make such basic, barebones programming illegal to manufacture now a days. But it's cheap, and I don't care about anything fancy. I just want to get fucked. I use it without issue a handful of times. Sometimes if I push a session too long the thrusting mechanism gets a little rough, jerky instead of smooth. The room fills with heat, and there's a smell other than sex, sweat, and lube- something thick and hot and industrial.
It doesn't respond to my body or the way I moan. It doesn't touch me gently or prep my hole before it slides it's cock inside. It doesn't love me. It's a machine, built to fuck and nothing more. It listens and processes basic verbal input, but there's no complex machine thinking past that. That's part of the draw to me.
One day I'm on my hands and knees with it mounting me from behind. It's segmented fingers are wrapped so tight around my hips I'll be covered in bruises once our session is over. I've spoken a long string of commands to it today. Faster, harder, deeper, harder, harder, fuck me harder- until it's pounding me with the custom made thick, fat cock I've got it equipped with so rough I know It'll be hard to sit the next day.
There's a fizzle and a pop somewhere behind me, but I don't notice over the sound of metal slamming against my ass. Modern sexbots have dozens of failsafes to stop a session at anytime. Older models like mine have only one point of failure- verbal commands are the only way to control it. And that pop was the sound of its microphone reciever going out.
I don't notice until the second time I cum, riding out the thrusts as I come down and finally decide I'm done. Slow down I command, content to lazily fuck the last bit of pleasure out of my overworked body. But it doesn't slow down.
I repeat myself once, twice, three times. Stop! I order but my sexbot just keep reaming me with the brutal, steady pace I'd demanded. It hurts now, pleasure bleeding into pain. I struggle and thrash and writhe but it's grip on my hips keeps me in place as it continues to fuck me. It never once stutters its pace or it's depth, shoving itself into me to the root of its cock every single time. Please I beg but it's rudimentary AI wouldn't know how to respond to that even if it's audio receptors were in perfect working order.
Hours pass. My hole is raw and chafed. My arms and legs have given out so I'm collapsed on the floor in a heap. My sexbot is still railing me, holding me up by my hips as it mercilessly ruins me. The custom cock is so fucking big. Why did I make it so thick? So long? The room stinks of overworked machinery. Everytime I start to grow numb the the consistent strokes the bots hips skip and stutter and I'm forced to stay present. My phone is ringing but I can't reach it. Everything hurts.
Finally, it runs out of battery. It returns to its neutral position as the power flickers out, releasing my hips and unceremoniously popping its cock out of my ruined hole as it heads to the other room to await charging, just like it was hard programmed to do.
My hole gapes open even as swollen as it is. I've already cried out all my tears but one more rolls down my cheek in relief. It's over. I pass out on the floor.
A month later, I'm back on my hands and knees with my bot mounting me from behind. This time, I've rigged it's microphone to turn off on purpose.
Robot girlfriend who wants to play with your insides just like you play with hers. two, three, four fingers deep in your tight hole and it's not enough. More lube and she's tucking her thumb and popping her entire hand inside you, fucking you with her fist as she explores every inch of your insides she can reach. It's not fair you don't have wires for her to yank on, but she'll settle for tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling your head back hard enough to make your spine arch while she reams you
"I'll clean it up!" You promise your robot partner as they unlatch their chest panel. You carefully pull out a bundle of wires- the especially sensitive kind- and have him hold them in his hands as you slide your dick between his palms. Each thrust of your hips sends electric pleasure signals through his system until he's moaning underneath you as you fuck his laced fingers. You both finish together as his system reaches its peak and you shoot your cum directly into his chest panel, coating his inner wires and soaking into his gears. The hazy post orgasm expression on his face paired with the way his most intimate mechanisms are glazed with your cum is the hottest thing youve ever seen. It's a good thing you've so meticulously waterproofed him.
You take care to clean him up extra well, fingers tangled in his wires as you make sure to get into every nook and cranny... and if that means wringing out a few more orgasms from him, well that's just a bonus
