Lamia blunted her second diamond drill head on the mysterious mineral they confiscated from the Lady Romana upon her capture. She stared at it in amazement, finding it fascinating. She had no idea what it was made out of, but it was stronger than anything on Tara. She dropped her tools and put the item back onto the table, pondering the puzzle. She intended to have her guards bring the prisoner up to her and ask about it. It may be a secondary objective to sate her curiosity, however. The Count’s main objectives must be met first.
Thinking of Count Grendel got her heart a flutter, as it often does. She sat back in her chair and sighed. Oh how she loved that man. But he was a Count and she was merely a peasant. He would never marry her. She accepted that. Just being by his side in whatever manner she could cling to would have to be enough. Some nights she dared to imagine he might one day see fit to make her his mistress. Maybe when he is finally king and rules Tara, she could find her way into his bed.
Until then, she had her own ways to sate this burning longing in her belly. She rose from her seat when the cravings returned and locked the door to her workshop. It was the one privilege Grendel was courteous to give her, privacy. She used it to work and to tend to her needs. She walked across the room to her bed, disrobing out of her clothes until she was in her undergarments. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched herself, caressing her boobs and rubbing between her legs. She was hot and horny and lonely. She needed the touch of a man.
She lifted her eyes to the cabinet where she kept her most deviant secret. Biting her bottom lip, she crossed the room and unlocked the cupboard to reveal the Android she had stashed in there. The Count does not know that she had built a perfect replica of his image. It was exact to each detail. She had the measurements from the tailors and the features of his face memorized flawlessly. She had offered to build him a duplicate as a precaution for his safety, but he refused. He didn’t trust androids, saw them only as tools. As a result she never got a brain scan from him, so she had to program this one manually. She switched it on and stepped back, watching his eyes open before he stepped out and gazed at her. There was no life behind them, but she allowed herself to pretend it was the man she loved.
“I am yours, my Count” she said, her voice print activating the Android.
It turned its eyes towards her and smiled, stepping forward to cup the woman’s chin. She inhaled when he leant forward and kissed her. There were clear indications that could give away in a man was machine or not. Their skin always felt fake, no matter how hard they tried to replicate it. But it was the closest she could get to sharing a passionate kiss with Grendel, so she leaned into it and let her imagination do the rest. It put its hands on her and pulled her in closer, making out with the woman while she stroked its hard erection. She was lucky to get a glimpse of the Count’s manhood once and memorized every detail so she could sculpt this penis for her Android. She dropped down to her knees and put it to the test, stroking it with her hands wondering how the real count would react if she did this for him. Would he be flattered and aroused and let her worship him like she did now? Or would he scold her and lock her in the dungeons for deigning to touch him as such?
The Android responded favorably, following its programming. It placed its hand on her head and guided her mouth onto its penis. She sucked it diligently, taking pride in her work as she licked and swallowed the dick down her throat. She felt her pussy grow wet with arousal and rubbed herself while she delivered a blowjob to the artificial man. It watched her impassively, letting her do the work for a reward that would never come. Of all the flaws this android had, the worst was the inability to ejaculate.
It made up for those flaws when she grew weary of sucking its cock. It lifted her up to her feet and kissed her again, peeling off her undergarments to get a look at her naked body. The only man to see her natural form was an Android. She was saving herself for the Count. She took its hand and guided it to the bed. But it stopped and turned, a sly smile on its face as it took hold of her waist and instead brought her to her desk. She smiled, biting her bottom lip excitedly when it turned her around and shoved her against the work table. It may be following its programming, but it was mimicking what she knew would be Grendel’s behavior. He would treat a peasant woman like her as his property, like a slut and a whore. He would force her legs apart and bend her over the desk, grope her ass spreading her cheeks open before spearing her cunt with his meaty manhood. He would treat her like an animal and pound her from behind, fucking her like a stallion making her his bitch. He would grab her hair and slam her face into the desk, slap her ass until it was sore and tender. And when she would stop screaming, he would yank her by the scalp to his lips and kiss her neck, maybe bit into it to mark his property, wrapping his arm around her stomach to fuck her harder, so hard she would continue to scream until her throat was raw. He would fuck her until he was done with her, and then discard her until she was needed again.
The Android followed its programming perfectly as it copied all of those things to her, and she got aroused at the rough manhandling and pounding. She came many times while it fucked her cunt, it’s dick stuffing her deep inside. She shook around its cock as she hung in its arms, panting heavily. The only step it didn’t follow was the discarding of her, instead gripping her jaw to turn her head and slam its mouth onto hers. She kissed it deeply, momentarily forgetting it wasn’t the Count. She came again and begged him to cum. But it couldn’t, leaving her disappointed.
“I want you” she said, activating another command in the Android. Its grip slackened and its aggressive posture switched to a more docile one. She took a moment to catch her breath and find her footing before turning around and making out with the machine, embracing the naked man affectionately and leading it back to her bed. She pushed it onto the thin mattress and mounted it, sitting on its erection and riding it. The Android held her hips, thrusting up into her as she arched her back, riding him like a ranch hand. She moaned and closed her eyes. She always did this after the rough stuff. Her one moment to let herself pretend they were equals, that she was his wife, that they were lovers, that he might make her the mother of his heir. She made love to the Android and climaxed with a longing, wishing the real Count could see her as more than a peasant. She colapsed onto the machine, who hugged her warmly cradling her satisfied body.
With her craving passed, her pussy leaking and sore, she climbed off the Android and rolled onto her back. “You are dismissed” she said, staring up at the ceiling while the machine vacated her bed and returned to its charging station in the closet. She laid there for several minutes, relishing the satisfaction of an orgasm while wrestling with the loneliness of her work. She sighed, resigned to her fate, before getting up and getting dressed. She opened the door and ordered the prisoner be brought to her so she could enquire about this mineral. Then she checked on her Android before locking it away once again, where it will wait until she had need of it.
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