Thread: I am Machine -WanderxCandy_demon

Shey gasped and wheezed, still trying to catch her breath from the hard fucking she had just received, she hated him for forcing this on her and hated herself for allowing herself to feel anything but hatred. How could she? She felt that the life that she had with Willow was now just a dream, a shadow of the past that she would never get to see again, something lost to her forever. The thought alone made her whimper and the sound of her mournful sobs echoed through the house. I fucking hate you! She growled bitterly through clenched teeth, I hate you for everything you've done to me and everything you plan on doing! I won't forgive you and you can bet that if I do get pregnant you sick fuck, I'll kill your bastard child! Violently, even with her belly so full with the robot's semen, she still fought her bound, even forced herself to sit up and against the headboard. No matter how much she fought against the restraints they only proved to cause her discomfort, her arms already burning hot and red with irritation. She watched him walk away and tried to break free, but both the rope and the headboard weren't fazed in the slightest. With a defeated sigh, Shey whined softly as she felt her inside cramp uncomfortably with her uterus still firmly filled with the andriod's seed. As she gazed down over her ample bust and down to the spherical shape, the hatred she felt burned hot. Her fate was going to be this, this hugely bloated form that could only waddle around while J7's bastard kicked at her ribs and generally just made her uncomfortably. Not more than a minute later did J7 return with a bucket and sponge and mention that she was going to be sanitized. Don't you fucking touch me! She snarled through clenched teeth, pulling once again at her bindings. But it did her no good and the android began to unbutton the front of her dress. She thrashed violently as she fought to keep her nudity from going on display for yet a second time as well to avoid the sight of the horrible sight of her filled belly, but her captor worked the button down and opened the dress to expose her creamy white flesh. Shey sobbed harder and began to bash her body against the headboard in frustration, acting like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. Even in the midst of her fit, her captor set about washing her face with the cool water he had collected. Sniffling, she looked up to J7 with a defeated look, You may look like a man but you have no heart. You're just this empty shell of a man! Your creators failed in your construction you fucking monster! They should have implemented feelings, but I guess you can't synthesis human emotion can you? You're their obvious failure. Falling silent as she let her head fall down against her chest, she whimpered softly, even as J7 continued to wash and scrub her flesh down over her neck and over the swell of her breasts. Even with the hatred that swirled around in her veins like poison, the feeling of his hands worked her tense muscles in the most amazing massage her had ever had. Sadly he didn't linger and continued on his way down, scrubbing and massaging the taut skin of her gravid gut. Even so, he took no time in washing her and moved down to her sensitive nub. As the cold sponge was applied to her clit, her head shot up and she cried out in surprise and pleasure. It was like he had placed an icecube against the feverish skin and let it set there to melt. Then he began to use his strong fingers. The feeling of his massaging fingers made her toes curl and bite at her bottom lip, she was trying not to allow her treacherous moans to escape her lips. With loud heaving breaths, Shey forced her mind to think of something else, anything else besides the pleasure that tore through her like electricity. It was doing her no good as her hips rose off the bed to press against his hand, trying to coax him into pushing his long digits into her sex and finger fuck her already abused and filled sex.