Chapter 0 - Part the First

Endurance Procedures
 
Your mind returns blearily to conciousness to the sound of an inhuman voice.
 
GREETINGS, TEST SUBJECT.
 
Your vision returns, revealing a pair of shapely legs. They are the dull purple of synthetic skin. They terminate in inbuilt shoes of white metal.
 
I AM HAYDEE
 
You look upwards, seeing the expanding member hardening in your direction. Above the shimmering purple abdomen is surmounted by two enormous and completely artificial breasts. Above them, just visible, is a vacant plastic shelled head containing nothing but circuitry and logic boards. It looks down at you, expressionless is face, form and movement. Except for the penis that now rages, dominating your vision.
 
YOU HAVE SURVIVED THE PREVIOUS ROUND OF ENDURANCE PROCEDURES.
 
The voice from the empty face above you explains in a placid feminine voice that betrays nothing of what you have just lived through.
 
PREPARE YOURSELF FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF VIGOROUS TESTING.
 
Fear and shock rise in you as the thing reaches down with one metal covered hand to take hold of your head with precisely calculated force, bringing your face in line with the flaring, pulsing head of its enormous synthetic penis.
 
PROCEED BY PURSING YOUR LIPS ON THE TIP OF THE SHAFT.
 
A second robotic hand grips your head with broad fingers, holding your mouth hard against the surprisingly cool surface of the cock, easing you forward. You don’t consciously decide to do as commanded, the pressure of the thing forces it to happen as it eases your jaws apart, seemingly uninterested.
 
EXCELLENT. COMMENCING DEEP-THROATING.
 
That single sentence serving as a warning at the same moment the metal hands ram your head forwards to meed the oncoming crotch of the synthetic creature. The raging erection wedges your mouth open and squeezes down your throat. It’s balls bounce on your chin and your neck bulges as it continues to pulse and throb inside you.
 
PLEASE HOLD WHILE I CALIBRATE YOUR MOUTH TO MY PLEASURE CENTRE.
 
It holds you tight against its body, the thing in your mouth and throat changing size and shape, forcing your insides shift in preparation for the coming onslaught.
 
RESUMING ENDURANCE PROCEEDURE. ENGAGING THRUSTING.
 
The eerie voice informs you as the hands hold you in place, and the mechanical hips begin humping back and forth, violating every inch of your mouth and throat with every implacable shove.
 
RELAX YOUR THROAT PLEASE, AND OPEN WIDER.
 
You have no option but to obey as the cock powers in and out of you, penetrating down your neck and pulling back in perfectly even tempo.
 
WIDER PLEASE.
 
Your throat stretches further under the throbbing thing’s assault.
 
EXCELLENT. NOW CONTINUE.
 
There is no slackening in the pounding, no mercy from the robotic hands that grip you. It just lances again and again down your throat.
 
YOUR MOUTH AND THROAT REQUIRES VIGOROUS TESTING FOR ELASTICITY, COMFORT AND OF COURSE MY PLEASURE.
 
It explains calmly keeping perfect time with its hips, for now.
 
INCREASING PACE.
 
And it does, building the tempo of the thing beating against the top of your collar bone.
 
VERY GOOD. APPLYING MORE VIGOROUS MANOEUVRES.
 
The hands holding you shift your face upwards, giving the thing a clearer angle of entry, and it begins grinding its hips slightly when buried inside you, making its huge member twitch and shift against your straining neck.
 
INCREASING PACE.
 
One again the tempo rises, closing the precious gap during which you are able to draw breath through your unobstructed nose.
 
 
ENDURANCE AT NOMINAL LIMIT.
 
The announcement seems distant, even more than the disinterested voice saying it, the air in your lungs beginning to deplete.
 
RELAX YOUR MOUTH, PLEASE, AND PREPARE YOUR THROAT FOR ME.
 
The tempo of thrusts changed suddenly, slowing but staying as deeply buried in your throat.
 
PREPARING TO DEPOSIT ORAL STIMULI.
 
The thing raging in and out of your mouth pulses harder, stronger, surges from its base to erupt a fountain of tick, strong liquid directly down your throat.
 
I AM EMPTYING MY CONTENTS INSIDE OF YOU.
 
The thrusting stops, stops only to sink the entire length down your throat and hold it there. The shaft pulses and erupts over and over inside you. You can’t breath, your eyes dart back and forth, up to the vast breasts eclipsing everything else.
 
TESTING ORAL STORAGE CAPACITY.
 
The hands suddenly release your head, though the thing in your mouth still pours fresh floods of its ejaculate down your neck. Tentatively at first, but with more urgency you raise your trempling hands and try to remove the thing obstructing your breathing. You press hard against the things hips, withdrawing the purple pulsing things, aching to take a whole lungful of air and relieve the expanding pressure on your stomach.
 
TEST SUBJECT RESISTING. RESTRAINING.
 
With cold force the hands grip your head again, ignoring your beating hands and clamp you down against the base of it’s penis, ensuring all remaining deposits were emptied as deeply, as impossibly inside you as it could manage.
 
ENDURANCE PROCEDURES WILL CONTINUE UNTIL I AM SATISFIED AND DRAINED.
 
Your eyes flick madly around, your vision is blurring, the pressure on your gut is unbearable, your lungs are on fire, but still the cold hands of the machine hold you in place. Not until the last pulse has delivered the last gobbet into your blue-tinted and sweat soaked face do the hands relent.
 
RETRACTING.
 
The hips jerk away from you dragging the thing with them, opening your mouth wide as its flaring head leaves you at last. You gasp for air, your head light and your vision still blurred. The penis before you flops down into flaccidity, its purpose fulfilled.
 
PLEASE RELAX.
 
It begins as you sink down to the floor, air still coming raggedly.
 
AND PREPARE FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF TESTING.
 