Killer Robot Whore

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Dark Erotica

A chance encounter with a robot hooker ends in disaster.

John sighed as he stood outside a club in the red-light district of Rico, a city located on Mars, one hand grasping a bottle and the other being used to prop himself up against a wall, the man's cheeks and nose a rosy red as a stream of bright yellow vomit left his lips, pooling on the pavement.

John was a married man at the age of thirty-two, with dirty brown hair, stubble and dark brown eyes. He made a decent living working at a local space-port, a job at which he had recently been promoted. To celebrate, a few of his work buddies had invited him out to a new club, and following a few hours of heavy drinking and having his ears assaulted by loud techno music, the man was now trashed, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his shirt before he'd begin to stumble his way home, eyes droopy and head pounding.

He'd only stumbled a few steps down the street when his path was blocked by one of the various robotic whores who walked the red-light district at that time of night, a smirk on her otherwise feature-less and alien looking face.

"Heya luv, lookin for a good time~?" She'd ask in a synthetic voice, leaning against the wall and blowing him a kiss, those thick black lips parting slightly to reveal the dark pink interior of her inviting mouth.

John gave the mechanical woman a brief once over, grunting softly. She had a dark pink synthetic torso, large breasts on display while a very thin thong did little to hide her puffy pussy lips from view. The rest of her was mechanical, arms and legs a cold looking grey while her head seemed truly alien, eyes replaced with six glowing pink optic sensors while her 'skull' was elongated, curving back a good seven or so inches.

And of course, like every other robot in the district, she was covered in graffiti, ranging from slurs and insults to outright gang-signs.

Shaking his head, the man lifted his right hand, showing off the ring on his finger, "Sorry babe, married..." He'd slur, stopping to bring his almost empty bottle to his lips, taking a deep swig of that strong smelling brown liquid that sloshed around inside.

"Ya think that bothers me, hun? C'mon, your wife ain't gonna find out...besides, I'm fuckin built to screw!" The robot would giggle, licking her lips slowly, "Tell ya what, since you ain't done this before I'll give you a discount! Twenty credits for an hour..."

With that, the machine advanced, placing a cold hand upon the man's chest, caressing it through his heavy orange coat, "Come on...how can I let a big, handsome bloke like you get away?" She'd croon, one of her optics briefly shutting down in a sort of 'wink' while John felt his cheeks grow red... Or rather redder than they already were.

He stood there for a moment or two, thinking things over. It had been a while, and it was unlikely his wife would ever find out that he had a little side-fun with a robot... Not to mention that there was no risk of pregnancy with the machines, and they possessed built-in internal purifiers to ensure users to eliminate the risks of sexual diseases.

That and the robot had a pretty good looking rack, even if the words 'cunt' were scrawled across them in spray paint.

After a short time of thinking, the man smirked and dropped the half-empty bottle of booze, letting it smash on the ground while his hand moved to grab the robot-woman by her wide hips.

"Ah what the fuck... Come on, let's find us some cosy little hole~" He smirked, and with a giggle, the voluptuous machine snuggled up to his side before they both set off down the street, searching for somewhere quiet to do the deed.

Eventually, the pair ended up in some busted old parking lot, their only occupants being a few hover-vehicles who's owners had abandoned years ago, their original colours hidden beneath layers and layers of graffiti and rust.

The robot guided John towards one of these hover-vehicles, some old truck, before sliding the side-door open and nodding for him to climb inside, which he did with some difficulty.

The interior had been gutted and turned into a very basic looking sex-shack, a stained mattress on the floor, some bottles of lube and booze scattered around, while the windows had been blacked out to make sure no peeping toms could get a free show.

It wasn't some fancy hotel room, but it'd be good enough for a quick cum and run.

Once inside, the robot climbed inside and slid the door shut behind her, only to then flop herself down on the mattress, stretching out and smirking as she eyed the man, who had already begun to tug his trousers down, revealing his bulging underwear.

"Alright bitch, let's do this quickly...gotta catch a ride home..." He'd mumble, sniffing lightly as he unloaded his average sized cock, that semi-hard member twitching in the palm of his hand before he'd glance to the machine, "Get on your knees, wanna get my dick wet before fucking you."

Nodding, the robot moved to kneel on the mattress, shuffling to the edge as John moved to stand in front of her, one hand moving to rest on her odd-shaped head, the machine giggling softly before she leant in to slurp his cock-head into her maw, quickly earning a groan from the man as he titled his head back.

The interior of the robot's mouth was warm, bordering on hot, while her tongue felt softer than an actual woman's as she dragged it over the man's cock head, causing him to shiver softly before he'd shove his hips forwards, forcing the entirety of his semi-hard cock into her mouth, balls pressing against her chin as her optics peered up at him, glowing softly in the low light of the interior of the truck.

Moaning, the machine lifted her hands to grasp the man's hips, slowly but surely starting to bob her head along his length, coating it in a thick layer of glistening synthetic drool, some of which trickled down her chip and began to drip onto her breasts, staining that graffiti-covered 'skin'.

"Damn bitch, you got one hell of a mouth..." John would huff, hunching over the robots head slightly as he began to pump his hips back and forth, lightly face-fucking the machines wonderous maw as his semi-hard cock reached its full six or so inches of length.

After a minute or so of sultry sucking, he was fully hard, his cock dripping with that synthetic saliva as he slowly pulled his cock out of the robotic woman's mouth, letting her gasp for air softly while strands of drool connected her rubbery black lips to his cock.

She didn't need to breathe, of course, it was simply to add some authenticity.

"Shit babe, your wife is one lucky lady!" She'd chirp, snickering before John would wave a hand dismissively.

"Yeah, whatever... Just shut up and move so I can lay down." The man would huff, still rather pickled as the robot nodded and did just that, rolling onto her side while John moved to lay down beside her, getting comfortable on his back, hands coming to rest behind his head while he spread his legs and let out a small sigh, relaxing, "Alright bitch, carry on..."

Nodding, the machine moved to straddle his waist, thick mechanical thighs shining softly as she pulled her thong off to reveal her drooling, pink-lipped pussy.

Without little hesitation, the machine was swift to impale herself upon the man's cock, that pussy proving to be a snug fit, the internal walls squeezing at his prick as the robots cunt lips 'kissed' his groin.

John could only moan out, back arching slightly as his hips gave a jerk upwards, causing the robot to chuckle softly as she moved to rest her hands against the mans covered chest, leaning over him slightly as she began to ride his cock, ass bouncing up and down while the van quickly became filled with wet slapping sounds and Johns heavy breaths and groans, the mans hands coming to rest on the synthetic woman's wide hips, squeezing them.

 "Haaa, f-fuck, that's it bitch!" He'd grin, closing his eyes while the robot let out a throaty moan of her own.

"That's it, baby, just lay back and enjoy!" The machine would gasp, her mouth parted and drooling heavily, thick black tongue lolling past her lips while her large tits had begun bouncing on her chest before Johns hands would move up to grope and squeeze them, the texture of that fake-flesh feeling strange against his fingers as he enjoyed her well-crafted body.

After a short while, John would have his broad arms wrapped around the machines mid-section, holding her close against his chest while her thick lips rubbed against his own, the pair locked in a tight kiss as their tongues rubbed and curled around one another, Johns dopey eyes fixated on the robots un-blinking optics as she rode him like a bucking bronco while releasing throaty moans into his maw, slamming her cunt down around his cock repeatedly as it throbbed and drooled, thick blobs of pre-cum leaving his cock.

Eventually, the pleasure proved too much for the man to take, his eyes clenching shut as he let out a scream of ecstasy into her moaning mouth, the robot slamming down a final time his cock throbbed and sprayed thick strings of cum up into her artificial love canal.

He'd groan and whimper as she milked him dry, pussy squeezing and massaging that cock until every last drop had been slurped up into her, save for the thick globs that drooled out around his length, dirtying her pussy lips and his crotch.

After a moment or two, she'd broken the kiss and leant back, hands coming to rest on her thighs as she watched the man pant and shiver while his orgasm ended, the last few ropes vanishing inside of her while John bathed in the afterglow of his orgasm, cock twitching softly within the warm embrace of the robots pussy.

However, while John relaxed the robot smirked, hands caressing her own thighs as her tongue would slide out and drag itself over those puffy black lips, causing them to glisten and shine softly while her bright pink optics slowly turned a deep shade of crimson.

She'd gotten what she'd needed.

"So, how much do I owe you?" John would ask, though when he got no reply he opened one of his eyes, peering up at the robot who was looking right back at him, "Hey bitch, I'm talking to you... How many cred-gah!"

The man would cut himself off with an agonised scream as he tossed his head back against the mattress, body tensing up and going ridged as the sickening crackling of breaking bones filled the van's interior, accompanied by the sound of splitting skin as the robot suddenly applied all her weight to the mans pelvic region, her heavy metallic body easily crushing those fragile bones beneath her weight.

Blood began to pool and soak into the mattress beneath Johns crumpled pelvis, shards of bone poking through his skin and adding to the damage. The robot didn't seem phased in the slightest, not even as her pussy, thighs and crotch were splattered with gore, the robotic woman slowly moving to lean over the man once more, hands coming to rest either side of his head as she let out a soft, seductive purr.

"Heh, having a good time, bitch~?" She'd giggle, her internal walls giving the mans ruined cock a squeeze while he began to sob and struggle beneath her, terrified and confused as the robots lips slowly parted, a bright pink glow coming from within her mouth before her throat bulged and Johns face would be showered with a bright pink liquid, another scream of agony leaving the mans throat as his face began to blister and soften.

The robot was 'vomiting' a consistent waterfall of bright pink fuming hydrochloric acid onto the man, a pink mist slowly starting to arise from his bubbling flesh as she ceased the flow and slowly leaned back to watch the results.

By now, Johns screams had become gurgled due to the amount of acid that had found its way down his throat, while his eyes were completely gone, empty sockets bulging as he clawed at his own face, peeling away strips of soft skin to reveal the muscles beneath.

it wasn't long, however, until the mans agonised screams stopped and his body began to jerk and twitch, the acid causing his face to cave in upon itself before melting its way through his skull and slowly dissolving the brain within.

Soon enough, the man's head was unrecognizable, a gnarled hole on the front of his face, which looked like someone had taken an ice-cream scooper and just scraped the contents of his skull out, leaving behind a bloodied mess of skin, muscles and mushy-brain matter.

Content, the robot slowly stood up and let the mans dick slide out of her, one hand coming to rest on her hip while the other found its way to her belly, stroking it softly.

"Thanks for the donation~" She'd snicker, the artificial (and very much illegally bought/installed) womb within her already starting to churn and bubble with the beginnings of life.

With no reason to stick around, the robot pulled the door of the van open and hopped out, shutting it firmly behind her before she'd start to make her way away from the scene of that rather grisly murder, a slight skip in her step while her tits bounced upon her chest as she looked up at the Martian sky.

Now it was time to find somewhere cosy to shack up until the abomination within her was ready to greet the world.

She was going to be a mommy.


Submitted: March 17, 2018

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