Overridden steelsmiter x ConcealedLegend (NSFW)

[steelsmiter]

Chloe Athens sat on the runway at a private airstrip owned by her family's company Athanasynth Technologies, self absorbed in the tedium of capturing the perfect selfie from the seat of her private jet, not content with just any old picture getting the job done. Every now and then, she heard the voices of the control tower issuing checklist commands to her craft. While the craft was automated, part of the process involved having a human ground crew double checking things. With each checklist command came a crewmember's response of 'check', 'set' 'on', 'off', 'free', 'engaged', 'locked' or 'unlocked'

Chloe sighed when the call came to her that she needed to fasten her seatbelt, but did it anyway. This frustration further exacerbated her inability to get the perfect selfie. "What the fuck?! This is bullshit!" she had complained. Still the plane took off without a hitch, and headed north into Cascadia on the way to British Columbia where she was scheduled to do a brand deal. Contrary to the other members of the Athens family, Chloe had a side job as an influencer, which she took very seriously. As soon as she was able to take off her seatbelt, she did, and continued to snap pictures.

Chloe lost track of time while this happened, but her attention suddenly shifted to the front of the plane when alarms started going off. She knew nothing about aircraft autonomy, so the fact that the radar indicated 3 trailing signatures behind her plane meant nothing to her. The emergency latch on the door was blown, and it took out the craft's wing, which made the craft begin to yaw toward a mountain. As the cabin depressurized, she was picked up off her feet before quickly grabbing the seat in front of her "Oh my god I thought they said this shit didn't happen in real life, only in the fucking movies!"

Then the pressure was too great. She was sucked out of the craft, but only seconds before it hit the mountain. Metal tore into her side as she snagged the torn wing on its way past. The wound wasn't lethal, nor the thud as she hit the deep snow, but she did have guts hanging out as she saw those three bogeys. Combat droids, with the Athanasynth logo printed on them. One of them raised a laser canon and fired directly at her head, killing her instantly.

She had no way of knowing it, but the plane exploded in a fireball that was large enough to consume her body and two of the three bots. Suspiciously the third bot's memory had been corrupted. The next scene was a news report of a closed casket funeral with her name flashing across the bottom of the screen "ATHANASYNTH BOARD MEMBER CHLOE ATHENS DIES IN PLANE CRASH. ATHANASYNTH BOARD MEMBER CHLOE ATHENS DIES IN PLANE CRASH. ATHANASYNTH BOARD MEMBER CHLOE ATHENS DIES IN PLANE CRASH."

Everything went blank. Then, her brother Bishop's voice played in her head

I own you now

Chloe Athens' perfectly reconstructed vat grown body was pulled out of a box, and a button on the back of her neck pushed. "Initiating startup sequence" a slightly altered version of her voice declared as her eyes lit up pink.

No, that's not right! What the fuck is happening? She thought, but couldn't say it. "Sexbot Protocols Engaged. User [Bishop Athens], please select personality profile."

Wait, Sexbot Protocol? she thought. This is all just a dream, in a few minutes, I'll wake up, and it'll be like nothing happened, my brother will be right there, and he'll tell me it's all just a joke, right?​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

Bishop Athens

Bishop entered Chloe's field of view, an earpiece on his ear as he looked at his sister's naked body with barely hidden desire. He ordered all of the technicians out of the lab before starting the start up process, not wanting any distractions as he prepared to take complete control over his formerly dead sister. He took a few moments to think over the possible options for her new personality, her true thoughts playing through his earpiece.

His face developed an evil, knowing smile, giving her an idea of how he really felt. "Oh, poor Chloe, you have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. Let me start off with this, no this isn't a dream, and no it isn't a joke. Starting today you are my sexbot, completely under my control and subject to every one of my whims. Starting with your new personality, something more befitting of my property." He said as he finally decided on her personality setting. "Set personality to fully obedient to my every desire, with my title set as Sir whenever a response is given."

"Really this is all your fault, with how you acted, belittled and abused me, you really should have seen this coming. You weren't very well liked in the first place, but don't worry about any of that. Starting today you'll be making up for every insult and showing just how apologetic you are, how desperate you are to earn forgiveness." He stated, his length quickly growing hard within his pants in anticipation of using her body for the first of many, many times.

 

[steelsmiter]

Oh FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! Chloe thought. What she actually said was "Yes, sir." Her vitals spiked. And they really were her vitals for all intents and purposes. After all, her exact DNA implant, and every thought her brain had ever recorded, both consciously and subconsciously had been recorded in the Athanasynth database.

She dipped her head meekly "Yes, sir. You're right sir. I'm sorry sir." she said, a single tear rolling down her face. FUCK YOU! her thoughts screamed, but not a peep of protest came out of her mouth. Slightly involuntarily, given the new slut protocol, she glanced down at her brother's above average cock, growing in his pants. Oh god no I can't seriously be thinking about doing that she begged herself internally.

Externally, her pink eyes flashed with excitement and she smiled as she gazed upon her brother "Sir, is there something you would like me to do to show you how sorry I am for having been such a bitch?" If Chloe was in control she would have gasped. "I am not a bitch!" would have been the protest, however Chloe was now only capable of producing the protest in her mind. She knew her brother heard it with the earpiece, or at least had formulated the logic that he could do so given the evidence available.

Uncontrollably, as she continued to gaze at his dick, Chloe began to lick her lips. The programming was affecting her vitals mostly, she was acting entirely aroused despite the fact that in life Chloe had never paid her brother any sexual attention as was fucking normal for the real world. She hated the intrusive thoughts she now had, but Chloe was not prepared to admit that she brought any of this on herself. That anyone didn't like her. And my fucking social media has millions of followers! She thought.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

Bishop smiled at her response, reveling in the sheer control he now held over his sister. "For now, kneel, and continue with system settings management, I want to see how indepth and user friendly this program is." He said before practically snarking at her claims, the last statement catching his attention. Millions of followers? He could bump those numbers up with ease.

"You might be right sis, how could a bitch be loved by millions of followers? Though, no slave of mine should be happy with only millions of followers. I already have a few ideas for regular content that will boost up that count, and you're not going to like a single one. Slave, while we are finishing your settings, grant me access to all of your social media accounts, as well as any accounts where you are visible to the public. I'll be taking over all of your responsibilities as well, there is only one that you will be left with, obeying my every command without question." He walked closer to her, her kneeling form putting her face right in line with his crotch, a subtle scent of clean, virile male filtering through the fabric.

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe kneeled oh you have got to be kidding me! Her mind shouted into the void. As she kneeled, she unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Oh god why?! came the mental shout. "Yes sir" came the physical words in that slightly hollow voice. Her body smiled, but her mind recoiled at the sight of her brother's penis. It twitched in her hands. Chloe tried to heave, and it jus didn't happen. Everything in her new brain hated what was happening, while everything in her body was totally down for it.

She almost had the thought that it was kinda hot, but she fought it out of her head. "My accounts are all C470E. Either an @, a u/ an r/ or other appropriate prefix depending on what platform." his sister revealed. There was a slight pause of embarrassment. "My password is your birthday in month, month, day, day, year, year, year, year format." this was a particularly embarrassing detail, because it was one of the few real secrets she had that she had secured all of behind her own brother's birthday. He probably suspected that she hated him, but now it was laid bare that her perception of him in life might be different than he had originally thought.

Chloe had let on like she hated him in life as well, something that she now realized backfired. Both her body and her mind cried, though in the case of her body it was merely shedding a single tear. Because in hiding her secret affection for her brother, she now would suffer the consequences of very long term alienation by that same brother. Worse, she thought now that she would be made to endure sexual depravity far beyond what she'd considered in her affection for him. And now the reason she was even alive was his mercy. The only thing she could do was thank him for it, and do so by his own command.

And so she set about thanking him for it, first shaking his dick furtively, then by putting it in her mouth. A trick she had learned while she was alive was to make random sounds while sucking so that the vocalizations would vibrate further. She had no idea how well this worked but it seemed to garner a lot of satisfaction from people in the past. Internally, she was disgusted that he would take affection for her this far. Externally, she was enthusiastically excited.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

As she detailed her login credentials, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, nearly hysterically at her choice of password. "If I didn't know for certain that the sexbot software prevented you from being dishonest, I'd call you out for lying to my face. If I had a thousand years to figure out your password, I'd never guess that you'd use my birthday. The birthday of the brother you mercilessly tormented for years, without batting an eye." He said as he enjoyed her on her knees, drinking in the sight.

He was surprised by her fishing out his cock and taking it into her mouth, enjoying the warmth of her mouth combined with the vibrations she provided. "Hmmm, this software seems to like taking the initiative, good to know." He said as he humped her face a couple times, teasing at her throat before seeing her lone tear.

He grabbed her hair, using his grip on it to pull her mouth off of his cock. "Before I take your throat and use it for my pleasure, as I will with the rest of your body, I've got to know. Why did you use my birthday as your passwords? Was it some form of reminder of your disdain for me, or something else?" He asked, fire in his eyes as he demanded an answer.

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe looked up at Bishop having the conflicted feelings driven by the software and her own brain of whether to stop or to answer his question. In a wholely robotic system with such a conflict, this circular priority logic would have caused a shut down. In this small instance, Chloe was able to rebel against the sexual directive in order to answer the question directed at her. The fact that he yanked her off by her hair certainly helped

And so she stopped sucking his dick momentarily, and nibbled on the corner of her lip before responding "Because I never hated you. Because it didn't matter to me if you found out, brother. Because above everything else, you were the one I trusted if needed, to keep me in line. To keep other people in line. To keep them from making unwanted advances on me. But mostly because more than any of the many other guys I had, I never got the fulfillment I wanted."

There was an implication that she had wanted her brother there, which she couldn't be sure was actually part of her brain or the programming, and she didn't like either prospect honestly. Chloe could feel her blood pressure rising from his grip on her hair aah fuck I'm not supposed to like this! She thought. But truthfully she did like it and had engaged in rough sex on numerous occasions. She didn't know if the software allowed her brother to see the images that flashed in her head now.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

Bishop was momentarily stunned by her response, never actually expecting such a response. Laughter took over as he doubled over, his grip forcing Chloe down onto his cock. His hands forced her down to the base of his length and held her there, preoccupied with uncontrollable laughter.

It took a few moments for him to regain control, holding her down as he straightened out. "Wow, just wow. Not just to your sexual exploits, but the outright admission. You surprise me sis, I didn't expect you to be so, experienced." He said as his hips stirred to life, slowly working his cock within her throat.

Bishop's hips quickly ramped up in speed, quickly fucking her throat as he'd promised. "Mmm, those give me a few ideas, but don't worry. I'll be broadening your horizons, finding ever more extreme things to do to you. As well as many more conquests to put under your belt, more than you ever thought possible." He said as he hammered her throat with his cock, leaking molten precum with each thrust.

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe's eyes bugged out as her brother forced her head onto his cock. Her vitals had came down from their previous spike, but him jamming her head like that got her right back up where she was before. There was something unusual about it though. Chloe being a robot no longer strictly required oxygen, at least not on the human scale rule of 3s.

While it was true that synthflesh androids like herself were optimal indoors, they didn't suffer heat stroke or hypothermia as an unsheltered person would, rain and sun only damaged them if the skin had broke and their nano-repair bots were failing, and the wind didn't erode them They didn't strictly need food, but some of the higher end models could use it with a biochem stomach to metabolize food into an energy and repair material source for any nano they had, and they didn't need air at all.

Still, Chloe was not in any way programmed for combat. If someone attempted to rape her she would enter the flop portion of the 5F response. One thing they left in though, was the increase in vitals during a moment a real body would recognize was a threat, such as sudden loss of oxygen. Confronted with the query of her experience, and quickly taking advantage of a lax moment, Chloe responded "I have had oral and vaginally penetrative sexual encounters with 502 penises in glory holes and oral and manual sexual encounters with 414.8 women." Oh my god I can't believe I just said that! Chloe tried to gasp, but her bot brain would not let her express the surprise.

And neither would her brother, picking up the pace. As she had predicted earlier picking apart her programming, Chloe's body went limp. Broadening? Extreme? What exactly, the fuck? she thought. Her programming acknowledged this ramming of her brother's cock, was a common place in porn, where the female would let out a low moan, which sounded a bit like "gog-gog-gog" when a dick was rammed into the back of her throat. Chloe would prefer not to imply that she was calling out to god, but not fully in control over her bodily function, let out the sound.

One thing about Chloe that she had no excuse for, even in robot form, was that she loved the taste of dick juice.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

He continued fucking her throat with reckless abandon, his throbbing length leaking more and more of her beloved dick juice. Bishop's breathing became shallower as he took his golden strokes, groaning as he slammed home once more before erupting down her throat. After a couple of thick shots were fired down her throat, he pulled his cock from her mouth completely, aiming it at her face. "Open up, bitch." He commanded, intending to paint her face and mouth with his seed.

He admired his handiwork as he thought about what she'd said, somewhat confused. "Damn, sis, I knew you slept around, but that's quite a bit more than I expected. Also, how do you sleep with .8 women? Did you have some experience with someone partway through a transition or something?" He released her head as he spoke, distracted now that his libido had been temporarily satisfied.

With his curiosity satisfied, he decides to move on to more important topics. "Chloe, I thought you would have figured it out by now. I'm into a lot of weird and freaky shit, the least of which being taking my formerly dead sister and turning her into my personal bimbo, sex slave. You'll be experiencing everything first hand, and you won't be able to say no no matter how much you despise the thought. Such is your life now, but at least anything I'll do to you beats staying dead." He says with a cold laugh, already thinking about the future for his toy.

 

[steelsmiter]

Fuck I hate that I love this! Chloe thought. It was so much better when he shot his cum directly down her throat. By the time he told her to open up, she already was, left in Ahegao Face from having her stomach filled. She just left things like that until he gave her the paint job he desired, and when he was done, she just shrugged and answered "Truthfully I don't know how many transgender people I had interactions with since they all happened before the analytics suite I'm equipped with, it just came up with that as the only dataset involving a self identified woman that still had a penis."

Chloe's eyes flickered as her analytics calculated the query her brother put forth. Calculations suggested the statement had 45% truth value before accounting for things like anal, using her as a toilet or otherwise exposing her to human waste, intentionally damaging her synth flesh beyond her system's ability to self repair, and using her to break laws. Each of those lowered the truth value by significant percentages, while multiple of them would render the statement wholly untrue.

But she didn't protest, or bring up the calculation as it seemed that was against her programming. Instead she performed an action that in her life might have been regarded as "Malicious Compliance"

"Ha."
"Ha."
"Ha."​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

As he got to see the system run the numbers on the truthfulness of his statement, he chuckled alongside her, knowing full well what he said was a complete lie. "Yeah, I can't keep a straight face while saying that either. Truth is that you're gonna wish you were dead a hundred times over before I'm anywhere near done with you. Even the computer knows all too well that you'll be going through hell and back for my pleasure. Your mere existence with that software buried within you is against six or so laws, even before you take into account that I'll be using you against your true will."

As he spoke, his length returned to life, proximity to his toy serving to revive his manhood and lust for his sister. "But for now at least, I'm in need of a warm hole to blow a load into. So face to the floor and ass as high as it can go, spread your ass while you're at it. I want a good look at how you look before I take you."

As he watched her get into position, he slowly walked closer, making her wait even longer as he thought aloud. "You know, the techs had said that your recreated body would be perfect in every way, any scars, blemishes, or such reversed as if it never happened. It would follow that they'd have subsequently made your holes virgin tight, if not complete with a reformed hymen. It will be interesting to test this theory." He said as he took position behind her. "Any last words?"

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe seethed in anger over his confession, knowing that even though she had a username and authorization within the company's system, she couldn't defy her programming and recall the recording of him confessing that despite the exact time stamp being logged into her systems now. She wondered if she could get any of her other relatives to help covertly. One of the advantages of the system not actually preventing certain thoughts was that she could try to figure out things like this.

Still thinking about the possibility of others helping, she went into the position he ordered. The sexbot modifications meant that she could spred her legs far enough to touch the floor with her face, and spread her cheeks by stressing the hips more than the real Chloe normally could. She arched her back in order to place her folded arms behind it for two reasons. 1) the pose before bending would have been thought of as "at attention" and 2) her folded arms would give "the client" something to hold on to in the absence of "cushion for the pushin'." Chloe did this without even thinking about it partly because she'd been in a similar position a few dozen times in her sexual career, and partly because although she didn't refuse anal, she didn't really like anal. She was going to do the best within the constraints of the programming to block out the experience.

"As a sex bot, not only is that true, but the regenerative nanos see to it that this happens between every sexual act unless you choose to turn some of the features off. Increased damage however, does affect the time it takes the nanos to repair." That's a fucking morbid response Chloe thought.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

"Ha! You're kidding! You're permanently stuck as a virgin while serving me as my personal slave?! I'm giving those techs month long, paid vacations, and raises for when they return!" He said as he laughed, almost finding such a thing too good to be true, spanking her across the ass as he leered behind her. Bishop took hold of Chloe's wrists as he lined up his cock with her now virgin tight pussy, complete with a regenerating hymen. He thrusted inside without a second thought, reveling in the feeling of claiming her virginity, something he'd be doing often in the coming days.

"Tell me, can I change the priorities of what's repaired and when? It's not as fun spanking an ass that doesn't retain the resulting marks for at least some duration. What about the sensitivity of certain nerves? I want her to really feel it each time her hymen breaks." He said as he started a fierce, punishing pace of thrusts. Treating her as no more than a toy to be used for his pleasure, which wasn't far off the mark now.

"She does feel it, right? It's not as fun torturing and tormenting her if she doesn't get the full sensation of what I'm doing with her body." He said as he pulled her wrists back with each thrust, uncaring of how it made Chloe's face rub against the floor.

 

[steelsmiter]

"The settings for that have not ben enabled yet." Chloe droned in the artificial variant of her voice. Chloe herself knew changing the settings was inevitable, but also that among the things her brother would possibly do to her, this would probably not even register. Truthfully in the many times she'd had vaginal sex over the years the experience of breaking the hymen was her favorite. There was just something to be said about that slight pain in the intensely sexual moment. She'd liked to believe that the romance of the moment had meant anything, but that would just be pretense, and in the last years proven false in any case.

And then her brother broke her hymen "AAH!" she moaned...

In her real voice.​

She had just moaned for her brother in her real voice. What the fuck?!​

Her brother had asked her something while pounding her pussy and she had been stuck in the fact that she had just used her real voice "Can't concenTRATE!" but it didn't matter that her brother specified wanting her to feel it extremely strongly every time her hymen broke, because of the two times it had broken now, it was the most memorable sensation she'd ever felt. "Unable to proSHUTUP AND FUCK ME AND GET IT OVER WITH!" the sexbot portion of her new body's functionality might have said "unable to process query" because its analytical portion shut down during sex, but Chloe was also very strongly affected by situation. Both the extreme disgust of the fact that her brother was fucking her, and the arousal of the extreme taboo. That, and the fact that she was effectively being raped, she would experience the inner conflict of physical arousal accompanied by mental lack of desire experienced by many rape victims. And she could do nothing about it.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

"Hmm, that's an interesting reaction to having your virginity taken for the second time in your life, looks like you'll be enjoying your new life more than I thought. Let's hold off on any settings changes, at least until system stability is recovered. Focus on maintaining control of the slave, and improving control during situations of high stress such as these." He said as he maintained a firm grip on her wrists, pulling her back as he thrusts deeper inside.

He quickly set a furious pace, the years of abuse coming out with each punishing thrust into her body. He very quickly forced his cock deep into her core, striking her cervix with length to spare. "I forgot to mention, I'd given the technicians some requests for some, improvements. One of which is something you'll likely enjoy, despite the pain it will bring. Your womb, and by extension your cervix, got rearranged, making full penetration possible." He said as his tip struck Chloe's cervix with every thrust, prying it open little by little.

With each of Bishop's thrusts, the way into her womb opened just a little more, letting the precum from his tip leak into her womb directly. With a particularly harsh thrust, his tip finally pushed through, embedding itself into her womb as his hips met her cheeks. He stopped thrusting all together, finding this as a good way to give the system time to recover, and force Chloe to endure his cock deeper within her than he had any right to be. "Now's as good a time as any to resume the changing of settings, you under control, or do I have to pull out of this tight, warm hole so that I can continue customizing my slave?"

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe wrested control of her own voice back momentarily, but that didn't stop the robot portion of her programming from responding. "System stability is at optimal levels. Analysis of current usage indicates normal degradation rate in comparison to other Athanasynth Technologies sexbots.

As her brother revealed the rearrangement of her cervix and womb, Chloe couldn't help but be a little amused. She almost let out a little robotic laugh at the notion of her brother giving potential babies a labotomy, thus seeming to undermine the whole point of "knocking her up". But then a horrifying thought occurred to her. Oh fuck, what if he wants little retarded babies?!

What didn't occur to her despite the best of analytics a sex bot could have was that regardless of any damage womb penetration might actually do to her baby, it would benefit from the protective and restorative properties of her nanobots

"AAAAAAAAH! SOO GOOD!" Chloe screamed in her own voice as her cervix was penetrated.

"Now's as good a time as any to resume the changing of settings, you under control, or do I have to pull out of this tight, warm hole so that I can continue customizing my slave?"

"Fuck I hate you..." she said "...b-but please keep fucking me... brother?" Almost as a final cherry on top, the robot tone pierced the silence "What settings would you like to change, Sir?"​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

"Wow, what a masochistic whore, it's almost like you're enjoying this more than I am." He said as he held firm, remaining in place as he kept his cock from shifting within her. "First, verbally confirm and save previous settings customizations, then resume previous settings configuration."

"Let's set the priorities of the repair bots, place higher priorities for the rebuilding of her hymen and the repair of her cervix and walls, I want her to be returned to virgin tight between fuckings. Preferably done in seconds rather than minutes, as fast as can be done, regardless of how it might hurt her. Also confirm that repair operations are halted whenever any object is currently inserted into her pussy. Unless otherwise stated, all other non life threatening injuries will only be repaired during sleep mode, including spank marks and the like." With that finished, he slowly dragged his cock from her depths, removing his cock and rubbing it between her ass cheeks.

He moved his hands to her ass and hips, keeping them in place as he watched her hole. "Report the statistics of the healing, and work to optimize the effectiveness and speed of the nanobots. We'll continue to test until the speed is satisfactory." He said, enjoying the reaction of Chloe. "That's right slut, I'll be breaking in your hole, popping your cherry, punching into your womb until I'm satisfied with how fast the bots repair the damage. Not like you can complain, it just means more pain and pleasure for you to suffer through, you might even cum by the time I'm ready to fill your womb." He said as he positioned his cockhead at her entrance, ready to thrust forward once the system had confirmed that the nanobots had finished their work.

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe was unable to scream out I FUCKING HATE YOU to her brother, so she settled on thinking it. It It wasn't the whole truth though. In this moment, Chloe even hated herself a little for liking what was happening so much. She was a bit confused with the order her brother gave, since autosave occurred immediately, so Chloe combined both orders and output the following:
"Settings
setownertitle=Sir
setpersonalitytype=Fully Obedient.
accountcredentials=Your Birthday [MM/DD/YYYY]
Reconfigurable Anatomical Response
+Base Nanorepair Functions
--20 seconds per cubic centimeter, During power down cycles.
--Fuel=Human Semen, Preferentially from Bishop Athens
+Cervix
--relocated for optimal penetration
+Cosmetic injury
--Human Duration
+Nervous Sensation
--Cervical penetration: Maximum
--Hymen Breach: Maximum
--Nipples: Maximum
--Oral: Above Average
--Projectile Ejaculation: Not Set
+Self Repairing hymen
--Current Delay: 1 minute"
What the fuck, my biofuel is my brother's semen?​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

Once again, Bishop Athens was surprised by the technicians who'd cloned Chloe, their creativity astonishing him. "Wow, I'd have never thought of having you use semen as fuel, or having a preference for my own programmed into your system. Screw giving them raises, or awards, I'm promoting them all, and throwing a party to celebrate. First things first, I have to finish testing out my new toy. I wouldn't want it to break when I bring it out as the party entertainment."

With that, he thrusted his hips forward, ripping through her hymen and forcing himself inside until his tip struck her cervix. He started a fierce pace, pounding her as deeply as possible, forcing her cervix open once again. He continued the pace even after his tip punched through her cervix, intending to test how adept the nanobots were at keeping Chloe virgin tight.

His hips stopped without warning, a thought crossing his mind at one of the settings mentioned. "Projectile Ejaculation, that's female squirting, correct? What are my options for that? Could I set it to where every orgasm is a squirter? Actually, could I force orgasms? Set them to occur when certain actions happen, such as semen entering her womb? Or maybe have them randomly occur without warning? She'll just be walking down the street when, without warning, she cums right there on the sidewalk, squirting passed her miniskirt, no panties to stem the flow." He muses, thinking up new ways to humiliate her even after popping her cherry for the second time.

 

[steelsmiter]

Chloe squealed a little bit when he broke her hymen as the sensation was set to maximum, and more as he rammed through her more elastic cervix. She shook a little bit from pleasure, but it was unfortunately short lived. Asshole. Playing with my fucking nerves like that. she thought.

"Yes sir, that is squirting. You can set all orgasms to a squirt. You can define new parameters for orgasm such as insemination. You can also force an orgasm much like having the remote for an inserted sex toy." Oh no! That's fucking bullshit! He can't just make me cum like that!

But he could, and she hated it... except actually she'd fantasized about public sex a few times. And not public like in a bathroom/glory hole situation, but actually out in the open where random passersby could see it. She had gone out numerous times without a stitch of underwear and had in the past been in dozens of situations where she had 'wardrobe malfunctions' flashing a tit or her pussy to paparazzi. For her it was a game. Could she innocently flash a camera something without looking overly like a slut. Reflecting on it now, the answer was probably no, but at the time she enjoyed the game. Breaking down and gushing all over the floor would be so hot.

But it's so fucking stupid that it could be my brother doing it to me! And it would be different that she didn't have actual control over the situation. Her brother's absolute control over it was super demeaning. Chloe wondered if that sort of thing would be the talk of celebrity rags or if her death would carry over to the world of her fame. She knew that the corporation had a trademark on her genetic design, so she couldn't just be duplicated like other sex bots. She could only be duplicated, modified, or repaired at the behest of the Athens family. Would this uniqueness be its own source of fame? Chloe wasn't even thinking about the fact that her AI was as real as she or probably anyone else could tell, and the fame that could come from that.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

He roughly pumped his hips once, working his entire cock out of and into her pussy and womb. "In that case, make all of her orgasms squirters. Additionally, have her orgasm at random while not being fucked in her pussy, with a higher chance when in public. Also prevent all underwear from being worn, except crotchless thongs, and any other accessories I approve of beforehand."

He chuckled at her thoughts, finding it amusing how she despised her situation. "Better get used to it Chloe, unless I allow it, you're under my full control. Honestly you should thank me, anyone else wouldn't have brought you back to life, or they would have entirely removed your sense of self, or even simply tortured you without any relief or respite. Of all the things I could do to you, I think I've been rather fair. Generous even, how about a little appreciation?" He said, his devious smile never once leaving his face, it might get stuck like that if he wasn't careful, not that he cared much.

"Well, that's enough of that, I've been waiting too long to fill your womb with my cum. It'll likely be a very large load since I've been holding back this whole time, hope you don't mind." He said evilly, thrusting with reckless abandon with the full intent of finishing what he'd started this time.

 

[steelsmiter]

"Settings confirmed." the robot voice droned on. Chloe rarely wore panties anyway, she preferred commando the best, but would not have a problem with crotchless panties if her brother wanted her to wear them. She was not prepared to randomly have an orgasm, or to have them pretty much on command whenever her brother wanted, but she liked orgasms enough that there were worse fates.

"Better get used to it Chloe, unless I allow it, you're under my full control. Honestly you should thank me, anyone else wouldn't have brought you back to life" her brother said. Chloe unthinkingly didn't use her robot voice to say "Thank you sir!" He continued on "or they would have entirely removed your sense of self, or even simply tortured you without any relief or respite. Of all the things I could do to you" Chloe found that part of the claim dubious. Surely someone who had a mind to bring her back to life would not have tortured her. But truly his torture was actually worse because he didn't remove her sense of self. But she couldn't say that in her current state. Her programming would not allow such a protest.

Chloe thought, with much futility about how to possibly bring the attention of her programming to other members of her family, but suddenly realized that her brother could do just exactly that and it turns out that they want to fuck her too Oh shit I didn't realize that! I hope it doesn't happen, it would be so gross to fuck my father. Then she realized he'd further addressed her I think I've been rather fair. Generous even, how about a little appreciation? She bent over presenting herself more easily to him "Of course, sir."

Chloe didn't know if it was how wild he was being or the new orgasm settings, but she was set off immediately, her moans nearing scream level. She thought the same thing she'd thought several times since discovering she was trapped inside a robot body Fuck I hate that I love this so much! In fact, she loved it so much that she let her guard down long enough to say "FUCK! T-This time, cum inside me." in her own voice.​

 

[ConcealedLegend]

He chuckled softly as he rutted her, grunts of effort escaping his mouth with each thrust. "Heh, don't tempt me. We both know dad has had a particular taste in women as of late. Secretaries, interns, just about anyone who has any small resemblance to you ends up taking a significant amount of his attention, wanted or otherwise. How he thinks mom doesn't already know I'll never understand, but at least the rest of their marriage seems healthy. They likely already know all about this, hard to keep employees from gossiping with the founder of the company after all. Though they haven't said a word about it yet, they probably think any scandals I have you create is better than anything you'd cause naturally. Honestly speaking I'd agree, and they might even get some grandkids out of it. I know they've been pestering you to at least settle down long enough to have a few before going completely off the rails, as far as they're concerned this might as well be a win win situation all around."

He continued to hammer away at her pussy as he spoke, not allowing her a moments rest as his cock throbbed violently within her depths. Each throb was followed by a lance of hot precum being fired into Chloe's womb, a prelude to the filling she'd get in just a few short moments. "You know, I'll be nice, since it's the first time I'll be filling your womb and marking it as mine to breed. I'll allow you to decide whether or not you get pregnant right here, right now, or wait until another time for me to force you to bear my child. I'll still be filling your womb to the brim, but at least you can decide if it takes. While you're at it, tell me how much you love the feeling of getting taken by your brother, how much you love the idea of getting filled with my seed." Bishop said, taunting her with no end in sight.

 

[steelsmiter]

At first, Chloe was confused why Bishop was mentioning dad, but then remembered he had direct access to her thoughts through his earpiece. It must have direct neural connection so he got them as perceptual audio, but only available to him. She wondered how robust the systems were to outside interference or hacking.

We both know dad has had a particular taste in women ... anyone who has any small resemblance to you ends up taking a significant amount of his attention, wanted or otherwise.

That was true, and Chloe was at fault for it. When she began to understand what all the unusual looks were for, Chloe began to use her boobs to get out of significant trouble, mostly with dad, but with a few other people too. With dad it was different though, he was allowed to touch them, hold them, squeeze them, stroke them. She never let him take anything out of his pants though, that was too much for her. At first Chloe wondered if Bishop knew about her doing that for daddy, but then she realized her thinking about it probably immediately informed him. But she didn't use words, so Chloe wondered if images or video memfiles came to his mind. That was how she functioned, so it had to be something pretty close anyhow.

It was a strange feeling, having the physical gut punch of a monologue about her parents "likely already know"-ing about her brother using her as a rapedoll, and not saying, doing, or caring anything about it because it was easier than when she was alive, but also having her programming absolutely wanting his cum inside her every chance they got. The mix of abject horror and nearly complete arousal was nearly too much. Suddenly additional horror entered her mind, the possibility that Bishop would add her father to the list of preferred semen, or any Athens male for that matter. This made her irises turn red. Not the natural red of mundane eye stress, but the vibrant read of a computer power button that is overheating or using too much processor power.

Chloe was supposed to appreciate the pounding and appreciate the cum, but she only partially knew it was even happening. She faintly heard his taunting, but by this time she was so out of it that she wasn't sure any of the "Oh god yes"-s and what not where in her head, or if she'd spoken them aloud. Either way, she knew computer voice was currently deactivated in the CPU's attempt to minimize computing efforts going on so if she was saying anything, it was definitely in her voice. Then whatever it was got processed, and she immediately shouted "DEACON!" before seeing her father's face flash before her eyes again.

What the fuck is going on? she thought. She'd just shouted her father's name. This would not be taken well by her brother. She'd always thought it was strange the elder named their son after a higher position in religious hierarchy, but she thought maybe it was just some stupid cruel joke. Deacon had always said that a son was supposed to become better than the father. After what her brother was doing her, and what he was saying about father's infidelity, she wondered if that had indeed the case. "I'm sorry... B-brother... Bishop. I love your cum inside me, and nothing else." She hoped the statement was enough to throw him off the scent that she'd just did a wrong name drop, and for her father no less.​