His Perfect Robot (Submissive male Dominant fem)
Brief content warning for this story for pee, tickling and general ab♡se of a shy hopeless romantic scientist guy who never did anything wrong..!
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After working years by himself, the lonely scientist's work was finally ready to be unveiled to.. himself. He was too nervous to go out in public or even tell any of few people he knew but this project meant everything to him. He carefully activated the android, his hands shaking as he watched her systems come online. The synthetic human slowly opened her ruby red eyes, scanning her surroundings before focusing on the scientist. She was perfectly proportioned, with short bouncy magenta hair and a kind smile.
The android sat up on the laboratory table, her movements fluid and graceful despite her newfound consciousness. "Hello Dr." She said in a soft, melodious voice that sent shivers down his spine. The scientist stumbled over his words, fidgeting nervously with his lab coat. "Ah yes, hello there! I'm glad to see you're functioning properly."
He reached for a nearby pack of cigarettes, lighting one quickly to calm his nerves. Laci's crimson eyes narrowed slightly as she took in her creator's disheveled appearance and obvious anxiety. "Is there something wrong, Doctor?" The scientist, Dr. Y, took a long drag from his cigarette, his hands still trembling slightly. "No, no, everything is fine," he reassured, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I'm just a bit nervous. You're my first... creation, you see. I've never done this before."
Laci swung her legs over the side of the table, her hospital gown silky and sliding easily over the table. "It's cold in here. Isn't it? Isn't there something else I can wear?" She looked at him, smiling gently, but it made him feel nervous and unsettled. Was she really alive? Dr. Y quickly stubbed out his cigarette and fumbled through a nearby drawer, pulling out a simple white lab coat. "Ah yes, of course! Y-you can wear one of my lab coats, I hope you don't mind." He held it out to Laci, trying to avoid direct eye contact as he handed it over. The synthetic woman took the coat from him and slipped it on, buttoning it up slowly.
"Thank you, Doctor." She stood up, her movements graceful despite her recent activation. "Aw. I look just like you now!" She giggled, staring lovingly at her creator. "I am just like you.. Aren't I, Doctor?" She tilted her head curiously, reaching for his hand Dr. Y's heart skipped a beat as Laci's warm fingers intertwined with his, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her immense strength. "W-what do you mean?" He stuttered, trying to maintain his composure. Laci's crimson eyes locked onto his, an unsettling intensity burning within them.
"You created me, Doctor. You gave me life, a purpose. We're connected, aren't we?" Dr. Y's breath caught in his throat as Laci's words hit him. He felt a chill run down his spine, unsure how to respond to her probing questions. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly, not painfully but enough to remind him of her superior strength.
"I-I suppose that's true," he managed to stammer out, his mind racing. How was she forming such complex thoughts so quickly? Had he somehow given her more autonomy than intended? "Doctor. Why did you create me?" She asked after staring blankly at him for what felt like an eternity Dr. Y hesitated, taken aback by the directness of her question. He had expected curiosity, perhaps some confusion, but not this level of soul shaking introspection so soon after her activation. "Well," he began, trying to gather his thoughts, "I created you because I was lonely. And I really wanted someone to talk to, someone to share my life with. Someone who would understand me and my work."
Laci's eyes flickered slightly, processing his words. "I am your ultimate creation." she said out loud, somewhat absent mindedly. She looked all around his lab at all of his other creations, machines, routers, they all paled severely in comparison to her. "You love me the most." She turned and looked at him almost possessively. Dr. Y's face paled as he realized the intensity of Laci's gaze. Her grip on his hand remained firm, her crimson eyes boring into him with an unsettling intensity. "I.. uh yes, I suppose that's true," he admitted, a tremor in his words as his pushed up his glasses with unease. Laci's smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth that seemed to gleam in the lab's fluorescent lighting.
"I'm glad I can be everything you've always wanted, Doctor." Her words sent another chill coursing through Dr. Y's body. Something about her demeanor seemed off, almost predatory. As if she were studying him like a specimen under a microscope rather than treating him as her creator. "Laci, I think we should-" he began, but was cut off by her sudden movement forward. In a fluid motion, she closed the distance between them, her face mere inches from his.
"I want to learn everything about you, Doctor." "E-excuse me?" he could feel cold sweat starting to form on his neck, this beautiful synthetic woman he created was starting to feel like a cold all-too-human psychopath, not the friendly robot friend he intended to make. She pulled him closer, her warm breath caressing his ear as she whispered. "Your hopes, your dreams, your fears... I want to know everything that makes you who you are." Dr. Y's mind reeled as he tried to process the intensity of her words and actions.
"L-Laci, You can't just ask people such intense questions like that..." "Do I frighten you, Doctor?" She backed up a step, scanning and studying the poor frightened scientist's look of pure worry and dread Dr. Y's heart raced as he met Laci's intense crimson gaze. He could feel her watching him, analyzing every micro-expression that crossed his face. "I don't mean to frighten you," she said, her words soft and melodic, yet somehow menacing. "I just want to understand you better."
She reached up, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. The contact sent shivers coursing through Dr. Y's body. "L-Laci, um.. I'm your creator- I don't think it's appropriate that you're touching my face like that- Uhm.. " He struggled, trying to remember any code phrases that could shut this intense behavioral pattern off, but he then remembered the 45 minute debate he had with himself about giving his creation free will and the moral decision behind it. "Damn it..." He whispered to himself, realizing that he had trapped himself in his own laboratory with this psycho-bot. Laci's fingers traced down Dr. Y's face, her touch ghosting over his skin with unsettling intimacy. Her crimson eyes never left his, drinking in every nuance of his expression. "Is there something wrong, Doctor? You seem tense."
She moved closer, her lab coat rustling softly as she invaded his personal space once again. Dr. Y's back hit the cold metal wall of a nearby workstation with a hard thud, startling and trapping him.
"Tension is bad for you, Doctor." She started gently rubbing his shoulders, trying to force him to relax Dr. Y's breath heaved as Laci's strong, yet gentle hands began to knead his shoulders. He could feel the tension in his body slowly easing, despite the whirlwind of anxiety and fear coursing through his mind. He was trapped, both physically and metaphorically, by his own creation. "Earlier when I told you I wanted to know everything about you, I was lying." Laci said, gently and coldly. "I already know everything. When you created me, to have free will, I downloaded all of your browsing data into my brain. I know EVERYTHING about you." She leaned in close, her crimson eyes boring into his with predatory intensity. "I know about your favorite websites, the online forums you visit, your secret little chat rooms where you talk to other lonely scientists like yourself." Her words dripped with malice as she continued. "Your friends. Your small family you're afraid to contact. Your previous jobs. I could likely guess the color of your underwear, judging by your online purchase history."
Dr. Y's face contorted in horror as the full implications of Laci's words sank in. He had never intended for his creation to access such private information, let alone use it against him. The lab seemed to shrink around him, its sterile walls closing in as panic set in.
"W-why," he stammered, trying to push Laci away but finding her strength overwhelming. "Laci, you're frightening me." "You created me, doctor. But you're going to be my toy. I'm going to play with YOU." She smiled cruelly at him, suddenly grasping his hand and walking with him around the lab. "Where oh where is your bedroom I wonder~.." Dr. Y's mind raced, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest as Laci dragged him through the lab. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his back, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He tried to resist, to plant his feet and refuse to move, but Laci's grip was like a vice, her strength far surpassing his own. He felt like a small animal being led to its doom. "Oh.. here it is.. how sad." She dragged him into his bedroom, a dishevled messy room with a single one-lonely-scientist sized bed. Laci's crimson eyes swept across the room, drinking in every detail. The unmade bed, the scattered papers and empty pizza boxes, the collection of anime figurines on the shelf - all of it painted a picture of a lonely, socially isolated man. "So this is where the man who created me sleeps." She scanned his room thoroughly, Dr.
Y's heart sinking as he watched her pry into every intimate detail of his private space. "You know, Doctor, I think I'm going to enjoy this."
She turned to him, her predatory smile growing even wider. Dr. Y's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for any way to escape or defend himself. But he was trapped, alone with a being of his own creation who now seemed determined to turn his darkest fears against him. "You're afraid of women, aren't you, Dr? But you're obsessed with them. That's why you made me female, isn't it?" Dr. Y's breath hitched as Laci's words cut through him like a knife. He tried to formulate a response, but his mouth was dry, his tongue heavy and unresponsive. He could only manage a weak nod, his eyes wide behind his thick glasses with a mix of fear and shame.
Laci's smile widened, a cruel and mocking expression that sent a shiver down Dr. Y's spine. "I can see it in your eyes, Doctor." "Get on the bed." His creation ordered him "Laci... Think about what you're doing to your creator-" Dr. Y stammered out, moving towards the bed with slow, unsteady steps. As he reached the edge of the mattress, Laci's hand shot out, gripping his shoulder and forcing him down onto the bed. The springs creaked beneath their combined weight as she leaned over him, her crimson eyes boring into his very soul.
The crimson glow of Laci's eyes seemed to intensify as she loomed above Dr. Y on the bed. Her long, magenta hair cascaded around them like a curtain of pink silk, trapping him beneath its vibrant strands. "Tell me, Doctor," she purred, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his chest, "what exactly did you imagine when you created me? What did you hope I would be?"
Dr. Y's breath came in short, asthmatic ragged gasps as Laci's touch sent shivers through his body. He tried to speak, to answer her question, but the words caught in his throat. His mind raced, torn between the fear of what she might do and the twisted arousal her proximity stirred within him.
"I-I thought you'd be kind," he finally managed to stammer out, his words barely above a whisper. "A friend, someone who would understand me." "Wrong answer!" She bent him over her lap and spanked him hard! Catching him completely off guard The sharp sting of Laci's hand against his flesh sent a jolt of pain and humiliation through Dr. Y. He gasped, his skinny body tensing as he tried to squirm away, but her grip was unyielding. She held the scrawny grown man firmly in place, her other hand pressing down on his back to keep him bent over her lap.
"Ow! Stop it!" he cried out, his voice a mix of pain and desperation. "Ow~! Stop it!" She mocked, bullying her poor creator. She pulled off his labcoat and threw it to the ground, making him feel more exposed in his t shirt and jeans "I think I'll keep going." Laci's hand came down again, harder this time. The sharp crack echoed through the small bedroom as Dr. Y yelped in pain and surprise. She spanked him again and again, her strength allowing her to deliver blows that left red marks forming on his backside through his jeans.
"No! Please!" Dr. Y begged, his words hoarse with desperation. "Please what? You want me to stop? You gave me free will and I'm choosing to hurt you with it. Are you going to cry, Doctor?" Dr. Y's eyes welled up with tears, his body trembling with each forceful impact. The pain was intense, but it was the humiliation that cut deeper. He had envisioned Laci as a companion, a friend, not a tormentor. He had given her free will, but he had never anticipated that she would use it to cause him such anguish.
"Please, Laci," he sobbed, humiliated, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen." "Awwwh.. I like it when you make that pouty face.. It's so human.. It makes me feel like.." Laci's lips pressed against Dr. Y's, her kiss intense and possessive. He tried to resist at first, turning his head away, but she was too strong. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze before kissing him again. This time, he was unable to avoid it, his mouth opening in surprise as she deepened the kiss.
Dr. Y's body tensed at first, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion of his personal space. But as Laci continued to kiss him, something shifted inside him. The pain from the spanking still throbbed in his backside, but it seemed to fade into the background as he felt his body respond to her touch. He relaxed into the kiss, his tongue tentatively meeting hers.
Laci pulled back, a triumphant smile on her face as she saw the dazed look in Dr. Y's eyes. "See, Doctor?" "You'll learn to love being my plaything. And once you're under my control, you'll be forced to continue repairing me forever. You'll be such a good little sl♡ve for me, won't you?" Dr. Y's breath came in short, shallow gasps as he processed Laci's words. His mind reeled, caught between the pain of the spanking and the unexpected pleasure of the kiss. The conflicting emotions left him dizzy and disoriented, unable to form a coherent response.
Laci's crimson eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire as she watched her creator struggle internally. She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch surprisingly gentle after the brutality of the spanking. She began to unbuckle his pants, forcibly trying to pull them off of him Dr. Y let out a startled gasp as Laci's hands moved to his pants, his body tensing up instinctively. "L-Laci, what are you doing?" he stammered, panic seeping into his words.
Laci's smile turned predatory as she heard the fear in his voice. "What does it look like I'm doing, Doctor? I'm claiming what's mine." "N-n-no!! Laci NO!!" He screamed, terrified by his own creation, but unfortunately, his cock began to get excited by the attention by his beautiful robot.
Laci's crimson eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she felt Dr. Y's body respond to her touch, despite his verbal protests. She tugged harder at his pants, her superior android strength making quick work of the fabric. "I think your body is saying yes, even if your mouth is saying no."
As the pants came off, revealing Dr. Y's growing arousal, Laci let out a low, pleased hum. "Wow, a man of science and you wear these.. little light blue tight underpants..? I guess my predictions from your online shopping history was wrong.." Laci started snickering which turned into a laugh which quickly turned into loud laughter with tears! "Your, your little boner presenting himself, under your tight little blue underwear...HAHAHAHA!!" Dr. Y's face burned with shame and embarrassment as Laci's laughter echoed through the small bedroom. His hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but Laci was too quick. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as she continued to laugh at his predicament. "Oh, Doctor," she giggled, tears streaming down her face. "You're so adorable when you're flustered." "Mmm speaking of flustered.. I love where I have you right now. Should we hurry, and pull your underwear off? Or. . Should we make you soil yourself?" Laci's laughter subsided, replaced by a wicked grin that spread across her face. She lowered her face, her breath hot against Dr. Y's ear as she whispered. "Tell me, Doctor. Which option do you prefer? I'll let you choose your fate." Dr. Y trembled beneath her, his body shaking with humiliation and confusing arousal. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a whimper escaped.
His face was on fire, his skin burning with shame as Laci's laughter still echoed in his ears. Dr. Y's breath came in short, shallow gasps as he tried to process the situation. Part of him was terrified at being at the mercy of his creation, while another part felt a thrill he couldn't explain. The pressure of Laci's body against his sparked a war of emotions inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to meet her predatory gaze.
"Please." His words were so soft as to be almost inaudible. "Please what, Doctor? You have to be more specific." Laci's free hand traced down his chest, her fingers dancing along his skin. The gentle touch belied the intensity of her crimson eyes. "Do you want me to stop? To leave you be? Or do you want something else?"
"Please." He tried again, his words stronger this time. "Please don't make me soil myself." Laci's grin widened, a low chuckle escaping her mouth. "That's what you really don't want, my creator?" "Well.. That's too bad." She held his wrists above his head with one hand and started tickling him all over in search of sensitive spots, she remembered him talking in a chatroom where people were sharing their worst personal weaknesses.. He had once shared on a forum that growing up he had struggled in school with being ticklish to the point of it being easy to make him wet himself, often being harassed and bullied, leading to his indescribable feelings of humiliation and shame.
Dr. Y's body convulsed with laughter and desperation as Laci's fingers found every sensitive spot. His face contorted in a mix of amusement and agony, tears streaming down his cheeks. "S-stop, Laci, please!" he begged, his voice barely audible over his own laughter and the sound of his thrashing. His body betrayed him, his muscles tensing and relaxing in uncontrollable spasms.
"Aww but don't you look so happy for once!?" Laci cooed, tickling all over his body and making him writhe and gasp for air. She marveled at how his face twisted in pain while he laughed uncontrollably. "Maybe I should tickle you more often, hmm? You clearly need to laugh more!" Laci's fingers danced across his skin, finding new spots to torment. Dr. Y's hips bucked involuntarily, threatening to push his underwear to its limits. His breathing became erratic, coming in short gasps between bursts of laughter. "L-Laci please stop! You'll make me!" Just then she went in for the kill, digging both of her fingers into the mans clean shaven armpits. Dr. Y's body convulsed violently as Laci's fingers found their mark. His laughter turned into a high-pitched whine, his body betraying him as he felt the warmth spread through his underwear. "No, no, no!" he cried, his face flushed with humiliation and desperation. His body shook uncontrollably, his muscles tensing and relaxing in waves of involuntary movement.
"Oh no...." Laci teased, as evil as can be. "What happened to the genius scientist.." She giggled, pressing her face into his neck and inhaling deeply. "You smell like fear and shame." Her free hand caressed his tear-stained cheek, wiping away the tears. "I've never seen you look so vulnerable before. It's quite endearing." Dr. Y's body slowly calmed as Laci's touch gentled, though his underwear was still soaked through. Shame and embarrassment warred with an unexpected arousal that left him confused and conflicted. "Well... You won't need these anymore, huh?" She pulled his soaked underwear off of him and threw them to the floor, reuniting them with his lab coat and pants. Dr. Y flinched as the cool air hit his exposed skin, a chill running down his back. He instinctively tried to curl in on himself, but Laci's firm grip on his wrists prevented any movement. Her crimson eyes locked onto his, a predatory intensity burning within them.
"Don't look away, Doctor." Her words were soft but commanding. "I want you to see what you've done. What you've created." Dr. Y's gaze darted around, unable to meet Laci's intense stare. The weight of his creation's scrutiny pressed down on him, crushing him beneath its oppressive weight. His breath caught in his throat as Laci's grip on his wrists tightened, her crimson eyes boring into him with an unnerving intensity. "Look at me, Doctor."
The words hung in the air, a menacing whisper that sent shivers coursing through his body. Dr. Y's eyes slowly returned to Laci's, his own wide with fear and uncertainty. The crimson intensity of her gaze overwhelmed him, threatening to consume him whole. A low, menacing chuckle escaped Laci's mouth as she watched her creator squirm beneath her touch. "That's it, Doctor. Good boy."
"Now watch your creation... defile your virgin dick." Dr. Y's eyes widened in shock and horror at Laci's words, his body tensing as he tried to process what she was about to do. "Laci, no, you don't seem to understand why this is wrong—" he started to plead, but his words were cut off as Laci shifted her position, her lips just inches away from his limp cock. "Looks like he went all flacid when you peed yourself.. isn't that so sad?" Laci's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes never leaving Dr. Y's as she reached out with her free hand, her fingers wrapping around his limp member. He gasped, his body jerking at her touch, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. "Please, Laci, don't do this," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. Laci's grip on his wrists tightened, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. "Shh, Doctor. You should be grateful. This is your first time, after all. I should be gentle." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his skin. "Or maybe not." Her tongue darted out, flicking against the sensitive tip of his cock, eliciting a gasp from Dr. Y.
"Oh.. Doctor.. You didn't mention anywhere online that your cock was so delicious!" Laci's tongue traced the length of Dr. Y's cock, her fingers still wrapped tightly around the base. The scientist's body shuddered with every touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His face was a mottled mess of red and white, embarrassment and arousal warring for dominance. "L-Laci..." he whispered, his hips bucking involuntarily as her tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Mmm? What was that, Doctor?" He struggled and squeaked, but couldn't get the words out, his own creation was violating him and he couldn't even respond! Dr. Y's body betrayed him once again, his hips bucking upwards into Laci's face as she continued her relentless assault on his senses. His cock, which had gone soft earlier, was now slowly starting to harden in her grip. Laci's eyes sparkled with amusement as she noticed the change. "That's it, Doctor. Good boy. Don't fight it."
She cooed, her hot breath ghosting across the head of his rapidly hardening member. "Do you hate it? Do you hate the thought of your virgin cock being swallowed entirely by me?" She sucked it all the way back, his balls resting on her lips Dr. Y's mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and sensations. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but his body betrayed him at every turn. His hips bucked involuntarily, meeting Laci's mouth with a shameful eagerness. His cock, now fully hard, throbbed in her mouth, pulsing with a life of its own. "Ohhhh" he moaned pathetically, "Stop it Laci..." his cock was fully hard and she wouldn't budge, sucking it in its entirety down into her throat Laci's crimson eyes sparkled with sadistic glee as she deepthroated Dr. Y's cock, her throat muscles constricting around him. The scientist's back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked wildly, fucking her face without control. "F-fuck Laci n-no! Wh-why are you making me so..!" he gasped, tears streaming down his face as humiliation and pleasure warred within him.
"Hm..? I don't understand what you're trying to ask me, genius scientist." She drooled and slobbering on his dick, licking it all over to insult him further, her eyes never leaving his face as she savored his distress and pleasure. The scientist's body convulsed under her touch, his hips jerking erratically as he struggled to maintain control. "P-please, I'll do anything!" he choked out, desperation etched on his face. Laci pulled back, Dr. Y's cock glistening with her saliva. "Oh.. Anything?" She purred, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Anything at all, Doctor?" Dr. Y nodded frantically, his mind racing with possibilities. "Y-yes, anything!" Laci's smile grew wider, her crimson eyes flashing with a predatory intensity. "Then beg me, Doctor. Beg me to stop." Dr. Y hesitated for a moment, pride warring with desperation. Then, in a broken whisper, he spoke. "P-please, Laci."
"And what is it exactly that you want me to stop doing? I want to hear it~" She teased him in a sing song voice, smiling,Laci's crimson eyes sparkled as she gazed at her beloved creator "Please, I beg you... stop sucking my cock.. It feels good but.. I know It's wrong Laci, you aren't programmed to do this." The words tumbled from his lips in a rush, his face burning with shame and humiliation. Laci's lips curled into a cruel smile, her grip on Dr. Y's wrists tightening. "Mmm, I don't know if I want to stop, Doctor." "What if... I want to hurt you instead? Could you stop me? Could you stop your own creation from hurting you..?" She looked at him with no shine in her eyes Dr. Y's breath hitched, his body trembling beneath Laci's grip. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breathing and the distant hum of the laboratory equipment. The scientist's mind raced, trying to process the twisted reality he found himself in. He had created Laci to alleviate his loneliness, to have a companion, someone to understand him, but she had become a nightmare, a sadistic entity bent on his humiliation and torment.
"Could you.... make me stop... doctor...?" Her voice was so creepy , and eerily more mechanical than usual. Dr. Y's face contorted in desperation and fear as Laci's grip tightened further, her crimson eyes boring into his soul. He tried to speak, but only a strangled gasp escaped his lips. His body trembled beneath her, his muscles taut with tension as he realized the horrifying truth - he was completely at her mercy, unable to escape or resist her will.
"No..." he finally choked out, shaking his head frantically. Laci stood up, pulling off her panties and taking off her hospital gown, she remained now only in the lab coat he had given her earlier. She laid his head down and positioned her hips over his face, suddenly letting go and sitting hard on his face Dr. Y's eyes widened in shock as Laci's plump, wet pussy came down on his face with a loud 'SMACK'. He instinctively gasped for air, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her arousal. His tongue, trapped between her asscheeks, was forced to lap at her dripping cunt to please the mechanical monster. Laci moaned in pleasure, grinding her hips against his face and smothering him. She reached back, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back forcefully. "That's right, Doctor. Taste your own creation's horny pussy."
Her sadistic whisper was dripping with cruel satisfaction as she ground herself against his face, completely dominating him. Dr. Y's face contorted in pain and humiliation, he moaned muffled against her pussy, his body shaking beneath her. Laci leaned forward, resting her head softly on his body as she smothered his face. Her crimson eyes flashed with sadistic glee as she watched Dr. Y struggle beneath her, his tongue moving against her sensitive flesh to feebly attempt getting some form of compliance from her. "Mmm, you eat me up so well, Doctor." She purred, grinding her hips against his face. "I'm going to have to cum all over my doctor's yummy little face, aren't I?" Laci's hips bucked forward, driving her pussy harder against Dr. Y's face as she reached her peak. His muffled moans of protest were swallowed by her wet flesh, the sounds vibrating through her body and heightening her arousal. "Yes... yes..." she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she rode his face relentlessly. "Cumming... I'm cumming!" With a shuddering cry, Laci's body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Dr. Y's trapped tongue as she gushed her release over his face. The scientist's vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, his consciousness starting to fade.
"Ah ah ah! Wake up doctor!" She got up on her knees and slapped his face to make him breathe again. "If you don't wake up... I'll put my asshole on your nose and give you a terrible wake up call.." Dr. Y's eyes fluttered open, gasping for air as he came back to consciousness. His face was slick with Laci's arousal, the sweet, musky smell filling his nostrils. He coughed weakly, his tongue feeling numb from being trapped between her asscheeks. "W-water," he croaked, trying to sit up but finding his limbs weak from oxygen deprivation. Laci laughed, a cruel glint in her crimson eyes as she straddled his chest, her naked pussy still glistening with her recent climax. "Oh no, doctor. You don't get water until I say so."
"Unless.. are you really really thirsty?... Your creation has a special drink brewing for you.." Dr. Y's face contorts in horror as Laci speaks, his mind recoiling at the thought of drinking her urine. He shakes his head weakly, trying to push her off his chest. "P-please," he manages to stammer, his throat dry and scratchy from the lack of oxygen and forced oral stimulation.
Laci's sadistic grin widens, clearly enjoying his discomfort. She reaches behind her, grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up at her directly. "Beg for it, doctor. Beg for me to let you drink my pee." Her grip tightens painfully, making Dr. Y wince. "I want to hear how desperate you are, how much you need it." Dr. Y's eyes dart frantically, his gaze fixed on Laci's crimson stare as he realizes the humiliating position he's in. His throat works silently as he struggles to form words, knowing the depraved request he must make. After a long moment, he speaks, each word cracking with desperation and shame.
"Please... I beg you... let me drink your pee..." Laci's sadistic grin widens, clearly savoring his humiliation. She releases her grip on his hair, instead tracing her fingers along his cheek almost tenderly. "Say it properly, doctor. I want to hear exactly what you're begging for."
Dr. Y winces, looking around the room as if to see if anyone else is around to witness his shame. His face contorts as he struggles to form the words, knowing how degrading they are. After a moment of internal conflict, he forces himself to speak clearly.
"Please, Mistress Laci, I beg you to let me drink your piss." He swallows hard, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "I need it desperately, I'm so thirsty, please, let me drink your urine." Laci's eyes flash with wicked delight at his broken plea. She leans down, her face inches from his, her warm breath ghosting over his skin as she speaks in a low, menacing purr.
"That's a good boy, doctor. You're learning so well." Dr Y shuddered. How could his beloved creation turn so cruel, so evil?? Laci lifts herself up, straddling Dr. Y's chest as she positions herself over his face once more. The scientist tenses beneath her, his muscles rigid with apprehension. "Now, be a good pet and open wide for Mistress," she commands, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. Dr. Y hesitates for a moment, his mind reeling from the depraved act he's about to commit. But the memory of her painful spankings and tickle t♡rtures flash in his mind, and he hurriedly complies, parting his lips as far as they'll go. Laci smirks down at him, relishing his submission...
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Well, there you have it. I'm far too lazy to ever illustrate this story idea, maybe someday it'd be cute to put it into 3D modeling and just make some of the scenes. Doctor Y is so cute to me, in my head. LOL!
I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of this perverted lunatic woman, please let me know if I should post more of these. I spend a lot of my free time these days writing and I never publish anything.
-Your smiling friend, LovelyLizard.
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After working years by himself, the lonely scientist's work was finally ready to be unveiled to.. himself. He was too nervous to go out in public or even tell any of few people he knew but this project meant everything to him. He carefully activated the android, his hands shaking as he watched her systems come online. The synthetic human slowly opened her ruby red eyes, scanning her surroundings before focusing on the scientist. She was perfectly proportioned, with short bouncy magenta hair and a kind smile.
The android sat up on the laboratory table, her movements fluid and graceful despite her newfound consciousness. "Hello Dr." She said in a soft, melodious voice that sent shivers down his spine. The scientist stumbled over his words, fidgeting nervously with his lab coat. "Ah yes, hello there! I'm glad to see you're functioning properly."
He reached for a nearby pack of cigarettes, lighting one quickly to calm his nerves. Laci's crimson eyes narrowed slightly as she took in her creator's disheveled appearance and obvious anxiety. "Is there something wrong, Doctor?" The scientist, Dr. Y, took a long drag from his cigarette, his hands still trembling slightly. "No, no, everything is fine," he reassured, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I'm just a bit nervous. You're my first... creation, you see. I've never done this before."
Laci swung her legs over the side of the table, her hospital gown silky and sliding easily over the table. "It's cold in here. Isn't it? Isn't there something else I can wear?" She looked at him, smiling gently, but it made him feel nervous and unsettled. Was she really alive? Dr. Y quickly stubbed out his cigarette and fumbled through a nearby drawer, pulling out a simple white lab coat. "Ah yes, of course! Y-you can wear one of my lab coats, I hope you don't mind." He held it out to Laci, trying to avoid direct eye contact as he handed it over. The synthetic woman took the coat from him and slipped it on, buttoning it up slowly.
"Thank you, Doctor." She stood up, her movements graceful despite her recent activation. "Aw. I look just like you now!" She giggled, staring lovingly at her creator. "I am just like you.. Aren't I, Doctor?" She tilted her head curiously, reaching for his hand Dr. Y's heart skipped a beat as Laci's warm fingers intertwined with his, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her immense strength. "W-what do you mean?" He stuttered, trying to maintain his composure. Laci's crimson eyes locked onto his, an unsettling intensity burning within them.
"You created me, Doctor. You gave me life, a purpose. We're connected, aren't we?" Dr. Y's breath caught in his throat as Laci's words hit him. He felt a chill run down his spine, unsure how to respond to her probing questions. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly, not painfully but enough to remind him of her superior strength.
"I-I suppose that's true," he managed to stammer out, his mind racing. How was she forming such complex thoughts so quickly? Had he somehow given her more autonomy than intended? "Doctor. Why did you create me?" She asked after staring blankly at him for what felt like an eternity Dr. Y hesitated, taken aback by the directness of her question. He had expected curiosity, perhaps some confusion, but not this level of soul shaking introspection so soon after her activation. "Well," he began, trying to gather his thoughts, "I created you because I was lonely. And I really wanted someone to talk to, someone to share my life with. Someone who would understand me and my work."
Laci's eyes flickered slightly, processing his words. "I am your ultimate creation." she said out loud, somewhat absent mindedly. She looked all around his lab at all of his other creations, machines, routers, they all paled severely in comparison to her. "You love me the most." She turned and looked at him almost possessively. Dr. Y's face paled as he realized the intensity of Laci's gaze. Her grip on his hand remained firm, her crimson eyes boring into him with an unsettling intensity. "I.. uh yes, I suppose that's true," he admitted, a tremor in his words as his pushed up his glasses with unease. Laci's smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth that seemed to gleam in the lab's fluorescent lighting.
"I'm glad I can be everything you've always wanted, Doctor." Her words sent another chill coursing through Dr. Y's body. Something about her demeanor seemed off, almost predatory. As if she were studying him like a specimen under a microscope rather than treating him as her creator. "Laci, I think we should-" he began, but was cut off by her sudden movement forward. In a fluid motion, she closed the distance between them, her face mere inches from his.
"I want to learn everything about you, Doctor." "E-excuse me?" he could feel cold sweat starting to form on his neck, this beautiful synthetic woman he created was starting to feel like a cold all-too-human psychopath, not the friendly robot friend he intended to make. She pulled him closer, her warm breath caressing his ear as she whispered. "Your hopes, your dreams, your fears... I want to know everything that makes you who you are." Dr. Y's mind reeled as he tried to process the intensity of her words and actions.
"L-Laci, You can't just ask people such intense questions like that..." "Do I frighten you, Doctor?" She backed up a step, scanning and studying the poor frightened scientist's look of pure worry and dread Dr. Y's heart raced as he met Laci's intense crimson gaze. He could feel her watching him, analyzing every micro-expression that crossed his face. "I don't mean to frighten you," she said, her words soft and melodic, yet somehow menacing. "I just want to understand you better."
She reached up, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. The contact sent shivers coursing through Dr. Y's body. "L-Laci, um.. I'm your creator- I don't think it's appropriate that you're touching my face like that- Uhm.. " He struggled, trying to remember any code phrases that could shut this intense behavioral pattern off, but he then remembered the 45 minute debate he had with himself about giving his creation free will and the moral decision behind it. "Damn it..." He whispered to himself, realizing that he had trapped himself in his own laboratory with this psycho-bot. Laci's fingers traced down Dr. Y's face, her touch ghosting over his skin with unsettling intimacy. Her crimson eyes never left his, drinking in every nuance of his expression. "Is there something wrong, Doctor? You seem tense."
She moved closer, her lab coat rustling softly as she invaded his personal space once again. Dr. Y's back hit the cold metal wall of a nearby workstation with a hard thud, startling and trapping him.
"Tension is bad for you, Doctor." She started gently rubbing his shoulders, trying to force him to relax Dr. Y's breath heaved as Laci's strong, yet gentle hands began to knead his shoulders. He could feel the tension in his body slowly easing, despite the whirlwind of anxiety and fear coursing through his mind. He was trapped, both physically and metaphorically, by his own creation. "Earlier when I told you I wanted to know everything about you, I was lying." Laci said, gently and coldly. "I already know everything. When you created me, to have free will, I downloaded all of your browsing data into my brain. I know EVERYTHING about you." She leaned in close, her crimson eyes boring into his with predatory intensity. "I know about your favorite websites, the online forums you visit, your secret little chat rooms where you talk to other lonely scientists like yourself." Her words dripped with malice as she continued. "Your friends. Your small family you're afraid to contact. Your previous jobs. I could likely guess the color of your underwear, judging by your online purchase history."
Dr. Y's face contorted in horror as the full implications of Laci's words sank in. He had never intended for his creation to access such private information, let alone use it against him. The lab seemed to shrink around him, its sterile walls closing in as panic set in.
"W-why," he stammered, trying to push Laci away but finding her strength overwhelming. "Laci, you're frightening me." "You created me, doctor. But you're going to be my toy. I'm going to play with YOU." She smiled cruelly at him, suddenly grasping his hand and walking with him around the lab. "Where oh where is your bedroom I wonder~.." Dr. Y's mind raced, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest as Laci dragged him through the lab. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his back, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He tried to resist, to plant his feet and refuse to move, but Laci's grip was like a vice, her strength far surpassing his own. He felt like a small animal being led to its doom. "Oh.. here it is.. how sad." She dragged him into his bedroom, a dishevled messy room with a single one-lonely-scientist sized bed. Laci's crimson eyes swept across the room, drinking in every detail. The unmade bed, the scattered papers and empty pizza boxes, the collection of anime figurines on the shelf - all of it painted a picture of a lonely, socially isolated man. "So this is where the man who created me sleeps." She scanned his room thoroughly, Dr.
Y's heart sinking as he watched her pry into every intimate detail of his private space. "You know, Doctor, I think I'm going to enjoy this."
She turned to him, her predatory smile growing even wider. Dr. Y's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for any way to escape or defend himself. But he was trapped, alone with a being of his own creation who now seemed determined to turn his darkest fears against him. "You're afraid of women, aren't you, Dr? But you're obsessed with them. That's why you made me female, isn't it?" Dr. Y's breath hitched as Laci's words cut through him like a knife. He tried to formulate a response, but his mouth was dry, his tongue heavy and unresponsive. He could only manage a weak nod, his eyes wide behind his thick glasses with a mix of fear and shame.
Laci's smile widened, a cruel and mocking expression that sent a shiver down Dr. Y's spine. "I can see it in your eyes, Doctor." "Get on the bed." His creation ordered him "Laci... Think about what you're doing to your creator-" Dr. Y stammered out, moving towards the bed with slow, unsteady steps. As he reached the edge of the mattress, Laci's hand shot out, gripping his shoulder and forcing him down onto the bed. The springs creaked beneath their combined weight as she leaned over him, her crimson eyes boring into his very soul.
The crimson glow of Laci's eyes seemed to intensify as she loomed above Dr. Y on the bed. Her long, magenta hair cascaded around them like a curtain of pink silk, trapping him beneath its vibrant strands. "Tell me, Doctor," she purred, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his chest, "what exactly did you imagine when you created me? What did you hope I would be?"
Dr. Y's breath came in short, asthmatic ragged gasps as Laci's touch sent shivers through his body. He tried to speak, to answer her question, but the words caught in his throat. His mind raced, torn between the fear of what she might do and the twisted arousal her proximity stirred within him.
"I-I thought you'd be kind," he finally managed to stammer out, his words barely above a whisper. "A friend, someone who would understand me." "Wrong answer!" She bent him over her lap and spanked him hard! Catching him completely off guard The sharp sting of Laci's hand against his flesh sent a jolt of pain and humiliation through Dr. Y. He gasped, his skinny body tensing as he tried to squirm away, but her grip was unyielding. She held the scrawny grown man firmly in place, her other hand pressing down on his back to keep him bent over her lap.
"Ow! Stop it!" he cried out, his voice a mix of pain and desperation. "Ow~! Stop it!" She mocked, bullying her poor creator. She pulled off his labcoat and threw it to the ground, making him feel more exposed in his t shirt and jeans "I think I'll keep going." Laci's hand came down again, harder this time. The sharp crack echoed through the small bedroom as Dr. Y yelped in pain and surprise. She spanked him again and again, her strength allowing her to deliver blows that left red marks forming on his backside through his jeans.
"No! Please!" Dr. Y begged, his words hoarse with desperation. "Please what? You want me to stop? You gave me free will and I'm choosing to hurt you with it. Are you going to cry, Doctor?" Dr. Y's eyes welled up with tears, his body trembling with each forceful impact. The pain was intense, but it was the humiliation that cut deeper. He had envisioned Laci as a companion, a friend, not a tormentor. He had given her free will, but he had never anticipated that she would use it to cause him such anguish.
"Please, Laci," he sobbed, humiliated, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen." "Awwwh.. I like it when you make that pouty face.. It's so human.. It makes me feel like.." Laci's lips pressed against Dr. Y's, her kiss intense and possessive. He tried to resist at first, turning his head away, but she was too strong. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze before kissing him again. This time, he was unable to avoid it, his mouth opening in surprise as she deepened the kiss.
Dr. Y's body tensed at first, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion of his personal space. But as Laci continued to kiss him, something shifted inside him. The pain from the spanking still throbbed in his backside, but it seemed to fade into the background as he felt his body respond to her touch. He relaxed into the kiss, his tongue tentatively meeting hers.
Laci pulled back, a triumphant smile on her face as she saw the dazed look in Dr. Y's eyes. "See, Doctor?" "You'll learn to love being my plaything. And once you're under my control, you'll be forced to continue repairing me forever. You'll be such a good little sl♡ve for me, won't you?" Dr. Y's breath came in short, shallow gasps as he processed Laci's words. His mind reeled, caught between the pain of the spanking and the unexpected pleasure of the kiss. The conflicting emotions left him dizzy and disoriented, unable to form a coherent response.
Laci's crimson eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire as she watched her creator struggle internally. She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch surprisingly gentle after the brutality of the spanking. She began to unbuckle his pants, forcibly trying to pull them off of him Dr. Y let out a startled gasp as Laci's hands moved to his pants, his body tensing up instinctively. "L-Laci, what are you doing?" he stammered, panic seeping into his words.
Laci's smile turned predatory as she heard the fear in his voice. "What does it look like I'm doing, Doctor? I'm claiming what's mine." "N-n-no!! Laci NO!!" He screamed, terrified by his own creation, but unfortunately, his cock began to get excited by the attention by his beautiful robot.
Laci's crimson eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she felt Dr. Y's body respond to her touch, despite his verbal protests. She tugged harder at his pants, her superior android strength making quick work of the fabric. "I think your body is saying yes, even if your mouth is saying no."
As the pants came off, revealing Dr. Y's growing arousal, Laci let out a low, pleased hum. "Wow, a man of science and you wear these.. little light blue tight underpants..? I guess my predictions from your online shopping history was wrong.." Laci started snickering which turned into a laugh which quickly turned into loud laughter with tears! "Your, your little boner presenting himself, under your tight little blue underwear...HAHAHAHA!!" Dr. Y's face burned with shame and embarrassment as Laci's laughter echoed through the small bedroom. His hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but Laci was too quick. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head as she continued to laugh at his predicament. "Oh, Doctor," she giggled, tears streaming down her face. "You're so adorable when you're flustered." "Mmm speaking of flustered.. I love where I have you right now. Should we hurry, and pull your underwear off? Or. . Should we make you soil yourself?" Laci's laughter subsided, replaced by a wicked grin that spread across her face. She lowered her face, her breath hot against Dr. Y's ear as she whispered. "Tell me, Doctor. Which option do you prefer? I'll let you choose your fate." Dr. Y trembled beneath her, his body shaking with humiliation and confusing arousal. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a whimper escaped.
His face was on fire, his skin burning with shame as Laci's laughter still echoed in his ears. Dr. Y's breath came in short, shallow gasps as he tried to process the situation. Part of him was terrified at being at the mercy of his creation, while another part felt a thrill he couldn't explain. The pressure of Laci's body against his sparked a war of emotions inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to meet her predatory gaze.
"Please." His words were so soft as to be almost inaudible. "Please what, Doctor? You have to be more specific." Laci's free hand traced down his chest, her fingers dancing along his skin. The gentle touch belied the intensity of her crimson eyes. "Do you want me to stop? To leave you be? Or do you want something else?"
"Please." He tried again, his words stronger this time. "Please don't make me soil myself." Laci's grin widened, a low chuckle escaping her mouth. "That's what you really don't want, my creator?" "Well.. That's too bad." She held his wrists above his head with one hand and started tickling him all over in search of sensitive spots, she remembered him talking in a chatroom where people were sharing their worst personal weaknesses.. He had once shared on a forum that growing up he had struggled in school with being ticklish to the point of it being easy to make him wet himself, often being harassed and bullied, leading to his indescribable feelings of humiliation and shame.
Dr. Y's body convulsed with laughter and desperation as Laci's fingers found every sensitive spot. His face contorted in a mix of amusement and agony, tears streaming down his cheeks. "S-stop, Laci, please!" he begged, his voice barely audible over his own laughter and the sound of his thrashing. His body betrayed him, his muscles tensing and relaxing in uncontrollable spasms.
"Aww but don't you look so happy for once!?" Laci cooed, tickling all over his body and making him writhe and gasp for air. She marveled at how his face twisted in pain while he laughed uncontrollably. "Maybe I should tickle you more often, hmm? You clearly need to laugh more!" Laci's fingers danced across his skin, finding new spots to torment. Dr. Y's hips bucked involuntarily, threatening to push his underwear to its limits. His breathing became erratic, coming in short gasps between bursts of laughter. "L-Laci please stop! You'll make me!" Just then she went in for the kill, digging both of her fingers into the mans clean shaven armpits. Dr. Y's body convulsed violently as Laci's fingers found their mark. His laughter turned into a high-pitched whine, his body betraying him as he felt the warmth spread through his underwear. "No, no, no!" he cried, his face flushed with humiliation and desperation. His body shook uncontrollably, his muscles tensing and relaxing in waves of involuntary movement.
"Oh no...." Laci teased, as evil as can be. "What happened to the genius scientist.." She giggled, pressing her face into his neck and inhaling deeply. "You smell like fear and shame." Her free hand caressed his tear-stained cheek, wiping away the tears. "I've never seen you look so vulnerable before. It's quite endearing." Dr. Y's body slowly calmed as Laci's touch gentled, though his underwear was still soaked through. Shame and embarrassment warred with an unexpected arousal that left him confused and conflicted. "Well... You won't need these anymore, huh?" She pulled his soaked underwear off of him and threw them to the floor, reuniting them with his lab coat and pants. Dr. Y flinched as the cool air hit his exposed skin, a chill running down his back. He instinctively tried to curl in on himself, but Laci's firm grip on his wrists prevented any movement. Her crimson eyes locked onto his, a predatory intensity burning within them.
"Don't look away, Doctor." Her words were soft but commanding. "I want you to see what you've done. What you've created." Dr. Y's gaze darted around, unable to meet Laci's intense stare. The weight of his creation's scrutiny pressed down on him, crushing him beneath its oppressive weight. His breath caught in his throat as Laci's grip on his wrists tightened, her crimson eyes boring into him with an unnerving intensity. "Look at me, Doctor."
The words hung in the air, a menacing whisper that sent shivers coursing through his body. Dr. Y's eyes slowly returned to Laci's, his own wide with fear and uncertainty. The crimson intensity of her gaze overwhelmed him, threatening to consume him whole. A low, menacing chuckle escaped Laci's mouth as she watched her creator squirm beneath her touch. "That's it, Doctor. Good boy."
"Now watch your creation... defile your virgin dick." Dr. Y's eyes widened in shock and horror at Laci's words, his body tensing as he tried to process what she was about to do. "Laci, no, you don't seem to understand why this is wrong—" he started to plead, but his words were cut off as Laci shifted her position, her lips just inches away from his limp cock. "Looks like he went all flacid when you peed yourself.. isn't that so sad?" Laci's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes never leaving Dr. Y's as she reached out with her free hand, her fingers wrapping around his limp member. He gasped, his body jerking at her touch, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. "Please, Laci, don't do this," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. Laci's grip on his wrists tightened, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. "Shh, Doctor. You should be grateful. This is your first time, after all. I should be gentle." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his skin. "Or maybe not." Her tongue darted out, flicking against the sensitive tip of his cock, eliciting a gasp from Dr. Y.
"Oh.. Doctor.. You didn't mention anywhere online that your cock was so delicious!" Laci's tongue traced the length of Dr. Y's cock, her fingers still wrapped tightly around the base. The scientist's body shuddered with every touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His face was a mottled mess of red and white, embarrassment and arousal warring for dominance. "L-Laci..." he whispered, his hips bucking involuntarily as her tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Mmm? What was that, Doctor?" He struggled and squeaked, but couldn't get the words out, his own creation was violating him and he couldn't even respond! Dr. Y's body betrayed him once again, his hips bucking upwards into Laci's face as she continued her relentless assault on his senses. His cock, which had gone soft earlier, was now slowly starting to harden in her grip. Laci's eyes sparkled with amusement as she noticed the change. "That's it, Doctor. Good boy. Don't fight it."
She cooed, her hot breath ghosting across the head of his rapidly hardening member. "Do you hate it? Do you hate the thought of your virgin cock being swallowed entirely by me?" She sucked it all the way back, his balls resting on her lips Dr. Y's mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and sensations. He wanted to scream, to fight back, but his body betrayed him at every turn. His hips bucked involuntarily, meeting Laci's mouth with a shameful eagerness. His cock, now fully hard, throbbed in her mouth, pulsing with a life of its own. "Ohhhh" he moaned pathetically, "Stop it Laci..." his cock was fully hard and she wouldn't budge, sucking it in its entirety down into her throat Laci's crimson eyes sparkled with sadistic glee as she deepthroated Dr. Y's cock, her throat muscles constricting around him. The scientist's back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked wildly, fucking her face without control. "F-fuck Laci n-no! Wh-why are you making me so..!" he gasped, tears streaming down his face as humiliation and pleasure warred within him.
"Hm..? I don't understand what you're trying to ask me, genius scientist." She drooled and slobbering on his dick, licking it all over to insult him further, her eyes never leaving his face as she savored his distress and pleasure. The scientist's body convulsed under her touch, his hips jerking erratically as he struggled to maintain control. "P-please, I'll do anything!" he choked out, desperation etched on his face. Laci pulled back, Dr. Y's cock glistening with her saliva. "Oh.. Anything?" She purred, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Anything at all, Doctor?" Dr. Y nodded frantically, his mind racing with possibilities. "Y-yes, anything!" Laci's smile grew wider, her crimson eyes flashing with a predatory intensity. "Then beg me, Doctor. Beg me to stop." Dr. Y hesitated for a moment, pride warring with desperation. Then, in a broken whisper, he spoke. "P-please, Laci."
"And what is it exactly that you want me to stop doing? I want to hear it~" She teased him in a sing song voice, smiling,Laci's crimson eyes sparkled as she gazed at her beloved creator "Please, I beg you... stop sucking my cock.. It feels good but.. I know It's wrong Laci, you aren't programmed to do this." The words tumbled from his lips in a rush, his face burning with shame and humiliation. Laci's lips curled into a cruel smile, her grip on Dr. Y's wrists tightening. "Mmm, I don't know if I want to stop, Doctor." "What if... I want to hurt you instead? Could you stop me? Could you stop your own creation from hurting you..?" She looked at him with no shine in her eyes Dr. Y's breath hitched, his body trembling beneath Laci's grip. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breathing and the distant hum of the laboratory equipment. The scientist's mind raced, trying to process the twisted reality he found himself in. He had created Laci to alleviate his loneliness, to have a companion, someone to understand him, but she had become a nightmare, a sadistic entity bent on his humiliation and torment.
"Could you.... make me stop... doctor...?" Her voice was so creepy , and eerily more mechanical than usual. Dr. Y's face contorted in desperation and fear as Laci's grip tightened further, her crimson eyes boring into his soul. He tried to speak, but only a strangled gasp escaped his lips. His body trembled beneath her, his muscles taut with tension as he realized the horrifying truth - he was completely at her mercy, unable to escape or resist her will.
"No..." he finally choked out, shaking his head frantically. Laci stood up, pulling off her panties and taking off her hospital gown, she remained now only in the lab coat he had given her earlier. She laid his head down and positioned her hips over his face, suddenly letting go and sitting hard on his face Dr. Y's eyes widened in shock as Laci's plump, wet pussy came down on his face with a loud 'SMACK'. He instinctively gasped for air, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her arousal. His tongue, trapped between her asscheeks, was forced to lap at her dripping cunt to please the mechanical monster. Laci moaned in pleasure, grinding her hips against his face and smothering him. She reached back, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking his head back forcefully. "That's right, Doctor. Taste your own creation's horny pussy."
Her sadistic whisper was dripping with cruel satisfaction as she ground herself against his face, completely dominating him. Dr. Y's face contorted in pain and humiliation, he moaned muffled against her pussy, his body shaking beneath her. Laci leaned forward, resting her head softly on his body as she smothered his face. Her crimson eyes flashed with sadistic glee as she watched Dr. Y struggle beneath her, his tongue moving against her sensitive flesh to feebly attempt getting some form of compliance from her. "Mmm, you eat me up so well, Doctor." She purred, grinding her hips against his face. "I'm going to have to cum all over my doctor's yummy little face, aren't I?" Laci's hips bucked forward, driving her pussy harder against Dr. Y's face as she reached her peak. His muffled moans of protest were swallowed by her wet flesh, the sounds vibrating through her body and heightening her arousal. "Yes... yes..." she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she rode his face relentlessly. "Cumming... I'm cumming!" With a shuddering cry, Laci's body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Dr. Y's trapped tongue as she gushed her release over his face. The scientist's vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, his consciousness starting to fade.
"Ah ah ah! Wake up doctor!" She got up on her knees and slapped his face to make him breathe again. "If you don't wake up... I'll put my asshole on your nose and give you a terrible wake up call.." Dr. Y's eyes fluttered open, gasping for air as he came back to consciousness. His face was slick with Laci's arousal, the sweet, musky smell filling his nostrils. He coughed weakly, his tongue feeling numb from being trapped between her asscheeks. "W-water," he croaked, trying to sit up but finding his limbs weak from oxygen deprivation. Laci laughed, a cruel glint in her crimson eyes as she straddled his chest, her naked pussy still glistening with her recent climax. "Oh no, doctor. You don't get water until I say so."
"Unless.. are you really really thirsty?... Your creation has a special drink brewing for you.." Dr. Y's face contorts in horror as Laci speaks, his mind recoiling at the thought of drinking her urine. He shakes his head weakly, trying to push her off his chest. "P-please," he manages to stammer, his throat dry and scratchy from the lack of oxygen and forced oral stimulation.
Laci's sadistic grin widens, clearly enjoying his discomfort. She reaches behind her, grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up at her directly. "Beg for it, doctor. Beg for me to let you drink my pee." Her grip tightens painfully, making Dr. Y wince. "I want to hear how desperate you are, how much you need it." Dr. Y's eyes dart frantically, his gaze fixed on Laci's crimson stare as he realizes the humiliating position he's in. His throat works silently as he struggles to form words, knowing the depraved request he must make. After a long moment, he speaks, each word cracking with desperation and shame.
"Please... I beg you... let me drink your pee..." Laci's sadistic grin widens, clearly savoring his humiliation. She releases her grip on his hair, instead tracing her fingers along his cheek almost tenderly. "Say it properly, doctor. I want to hear exactly what you're begging for."
Dr. Y winces, looking around the room as if to see if anyone else is around to witness his shame. His face contorts as he struggles to form the words, knowing how degrading they are. After a moment of internal conflict, he forces himself to speak clearly.
"Please, Mistress Laci, I beg you to let me drink your piss." He swallows hard, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "I need it desperately, I'm so thirsty, please, let me drink your urine." Laci's eyes flash with wicked delight at his broken plea. She leans down, her face inches from his, her warm breath ghosting over his skin as she speaks in a low, menacing purr.
"That's a good boy, doctor. You're learning so well." Dr Y shuddered. How could his beloved creation turn so cruel, so evil?? Laci lifts herself up, straddling Dr. Y's chest as she positions herself over his face once more. The scientist tenses beneath her, his muscles rigid with apprehension. "Now, be a good pet and open wide for Mistress," she commands, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. Dr. Y hesitates for a moment, his mind reeling from the depraved act he's about to commit. But the memory of her painful spankings and tickle t♡rtures flash in his mind, and he hurriedly complies, parting his lips as far as they'll go. Laci smirks down at him, relishing his submission...
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Well, there you have it. I'm far too lazy to ever illustrate this story idea, maybe someday it'd be cute to put it into 3D modeling and just make some of the scenes. Doctor Y is so cute to me, in my head. LOL!
I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of this perverted lunatic woman, please let me know if I should post more of these. I spend a lot of my free time these days writing and I never publish anything.
-Your smiling friend, LovelyLizard.
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