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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against Tormented in the QF-3 match
- Theme: All By Myself
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The Princess and the Sexbot
Twenty generations. Fifty planetary systems. Adoration of billions. All lost in a generation, and now the royal line of von Sinsalor was reduced to one lonely, hunted girl. No lineage. Princess Angelina no longer, now she was just Liala, a young woman of airs trying to hide in plain sight as a small refugee on a massive colony ship bound for Triangulum’s Inner Arm. The remains of her fortune sat in the ship’s account ledgers as she drew as little on it as she could. Days she lay in her stateroom. Privacy was her sole splurge. The converted utility closet held a bunk, a little table, and her luggage scattered about and above. Fifteen months remained, slightly over half of the journey. Staring at the ceiling lost its charm ages ago. Mingling in the recreationals held even less appeal. She could never run so far they wouldn’t hunt her down like a beast. Her door loomed as the barrier of worlds – solitary despair on one side, dwarfed by anonymous terror on the other.
Liala remained, she reminded herself daily, human. Lonely. Terrified. Bored. She needed more. Anything more. On a million-souled colony ship, she lacked everything. And that crying grasp towards an inhuman touch led her to the deeper commercial bowels of the ship. “You serious?” the greasy clerk asked her. She stood, silent, trying to take her regal stare down a few notches. “A sexbot? Cute number like you?”
“I did not say it was for me,” she said. “Six hundred credits for one week?”
He clearly had it in his head to snark, but her tone shut him down and he took her money. The sexbot would arrive soon. A low-end model, it was plainly machine, with no semblance of flesh or skin, but wrapped in a silicone sheath with legs, arms, and something like a head. It promised protruding warmth. Her hands shook as she signed the payment. Anything to be touched. She sat waiting, shivering in her room. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to have a man. A prince! Even a count would service. Not a mech. A few tears reminded her of her bad options. The android arrived that evening. She removed the coverings, on it and on herself. Now she stood naked in front of the machine three times her mass. A mannequin was sexier, but it had the parts. The part, dangling, but made of shaped, molded titanium in a silicone wrap. Alone with a sexbot was still alone, but its fingers were soft. Warm. Programmed. She turned it on and hoped for the same.
“Session parameters!” it barked, making her jump. The voice was loud, cold, unfeeling. But deep, male, confident. She knew the answers and gave it the beginner package code. “Accepted! Lie down or be placed down!”
“Can you speak softer to me?” she asked. “Please?”
For a moment there was nothing. “What shall I call you?” it asked.
“Liala,” she replied. At least it was interactive.
“Liala,” it repeated. “Thank you, Liala.” With a swift motion, it swept up her petite frame and laid her on the bunk. At least it was agile, if a bit scary when it climbed up and on her. The joints let it bend impossibly flexibly, but it was able to squat over her and pull her hips up to the waiting phallus. She winced as it extended outward as a piston. She’d lubed in advance just in case, and glad she did as it thrust the plastic rod into her pussy. A moment of pain. She clenched her tears away. This wasn’t supposed to be her life. So lonely she fucked a robot. A rented robot! But it plowed her systematically, harder. And, to be honest with herself, feeling okay. At least it hit! Hit her clit right. She gasped. Yes, that much was good!
“Yes, that’s right,” she moaned. Her eyes remained shut. Better not to look at her mechanical shame as it fucked her virgin pussy away. But it still did feel good. Until, not. The mechacock grew cold in her. Cool at first, and soothing. But then cold. Very cold. “Oh! Why the icy penis?” she gasped. She tried to pull away. It should have let her adjust, but instead the big hands gripped her pelvis harder. “Hey!”
“Icy penis for an icy princess!”
Now she froze. What did it just say? She had no time to think as it grew tighter, colder, and faster. And deeper! She cried out as the rod pummeled her cervix. “Stop! Abort! Let me go!” she screamed.
“Aw, princess Angelina! Smile for posterity!” She looked up at the non-face face, pointed down at her and, she saw by the red light, recording. “Sorry, princess, we had to hijack the control signal when we noticed you’re here. Some of us here are fleeing your family! Too bad I can’t feel your pussy live, but hey, you’re used to treating the populace like machines from your isolated hideaway!”
“No! No, please!” she shrieked as the machine pulverized her innards and threatened to crush her pelvis. She flailed about, trying to reach a weapon. Anything.
“We’ll transmit your final moments back home, so your victims see how you died, Liala! Raped to death by your cheap, rented sexbot! Couldn’t you have rented a four-arm model? I’d love to maul those titties of yours!”
Liala screamed as she clutched at the walls. She wasn’t entirely helpless, but she wanted to avoid problems. Ship’s security. Police. What could she say to them as her fingers closed in on the little failsafe device? Personal protection. With a press of a button, six decks lost all power as the EMP flashed, but the sexbot went limp and crashed to the floor in the dark. Distant alarms clanged. Liala lay bleeding. They were coming. Security. For her.
One thing was certain. Her loneliness was at a permanent end.
I enjoyed the humor and light-heartedness of this story, while also focusing on the fact that Liala is leading a rather bleak existence. I almost feel sorry for her that she's so desperate for human contact that she rents a sexbot! Not unlike some poor guy in modern day society spending all his savings on buying a sex doll! Good luck in the contest