Plastic Pleasure - Michelle Ch. 04
Michelle finished washing, following with a mouthful of Listerine. She saw the bottle was nearly empty and hoped one of her caretakers would show up soon to replace it. Three more men used her that day, though none of them matched Dylan's friend's description. As soon as the digital clock reached four zeroes, a compartment opened in the rear corner of the booth, allowing a bed to appear. The redhead ate the paste designed for FACs before laying down and falling asleep immediately.
"Michael!" Michelle's eyes shot awake, and when she sat up, she realised her cheeks were wet with tears. Then, she was confused - she had already forgotten the name that left her lips.
Once she wiped her cheeks, she saw the digital clock reading eight in the morning and smiled in excitement. Another day of serving men as a convenient relief station. She got up out of bed, causing the mattress to fold back into the wall, before crossing the threshold to the small stall leading into a Japanese-style toilet. Once she took care of her business, she was in position under the showerhead by quarter past eight.
Five minutes later, the entry door slid open and a man wearing a black fisherman's beanie walked in. Michelle could bright red, wiry facial hair on one half of his face thanks to the light peering in from the sun.
"Michelle, eh?" Marcus said, the door shutting as he approached the kneeling android. "Nice. Most FAC I've, uh, 'met' don't have names."
Michelle giggled, "Hah, well, I'm sure they have names, but they don't matter. We exist to give you pleasure, after all."
Marcus smirked, now standing in front of the redhead. "That's exactly right. I think it's great that you know your place."
She noticed a bulge growing like a snake under his black suit pants. She raised one hand and began massaging the python, earning a low-pitched moan from the man. "Mmm, wow, you're big, aren't you?"
The question prompted Marcus into unbuckling his belt. As he pulled the straps free, he stepped forward, rubbing his crotch into the woman's face. "You look a bit older than the other androids. Are you supposed to be a MILF model or something?"
"Hehe, you're such a flatterer!" Michelle ground her face between his legs, supporting his balls with her chin through the black material. "Well, my designed age is twenty-nine, so yes, I suppose I am a Mother You'd Love To Fuck!"
"This is a little weird." Despite that statement, Marcus' cock still throbbed through his pants against the android's cheek. She looked up at him questioningly, so he continued. "You're just so... human-like. The FACs I use at work and home are so robotic, speaking only when spoken to, but you're like an actual person."
"Is that a bad thing, sir?" Michelle asked, gripping the front of Marcus' trousers. She began slowly pulling them down, smiling up at the man as the meat of his shaft appeared.
Marcus inhaled sharply when the woman's hand wrapped around his cock. "Uggh... Nah, I think it's awesome. Some times I fantasise that my FACs are humans forced into slavery. It always makes me cum. Usually straight down their choking throats.
Michelle bit her lip, giggling a little. "God that's sexy. You're a bit fucked up, aren't you?" She asked, slowly jerking the man off. His cock hardened in her grip and soon she pumped her fist around his meat in verticle strokes, giving her room to suck his nuts.
"Nnn, maybe just a little bit," Marcus closed his eyes and relaxed. "My wife says I get too rough with her some times, which is why she bought a FAC for me."
"You know what I think?" Michelle asked, and when the man looked down at her, she stroked him faster. "I think you should be suuuuuper rough with me. Fuck my throat as if you hate me. That's the kind of thing that gets you off, right?" She kissed his cock, licking the precum that trickled on her lips.
"Fuck yes," Marcus spread his legs slightly, stepped forward and planted his feet beside Michelle's. He could just about sit on the woman's face from this position and the thought of damaging her made his cock throb. Another dollop of precum oozed onto the android's tongue as he pushed his crown between her lips. All the dirty talking and that handjob built him up and he knew a soul-shattering orgasm was on its way.
Michelle swallowed the salty, creamy fluid as it filled her mouth. It just kept flowing and she wondered if the man just kept edging himself before coming to meet her. She felt his hands wrap around her high-tied ponytail before he thrust his hips into her face. Wanting to please the man, she forced a gag out of her throat. "Ggghhhrrrk!"
Marcus didn't expect to hear that sweet, sweet sound, and looked down at the woman in shock. He thrust again, feeling his balls rub against her chin.
"Ggghlllrrgghk!"
"Oh fuck yes!" He loved that sound and he wished his other FACs were programmed with that function.
When the man began fucking her face, Michelle forced herself to gag harder - "Gggllrrhk! Gggllrrghk! Ggglluurgghk!" She felt him tug on her hair and hold her down on his crotch for several seconds before hammering his cock in her throat in inch-long thrusts. "Gllk, ggllk, gggllk, gghk!" That was enough to push the sadistic man over the edge, and cum ran straight down Michelle's throat in multiple bursts. It hugged the linings of her oesophagus in clumps before dropping to her stomach.
Marcus stumbled back and inhaled in satisfaction, then blew the air out with a whistle. "That was great, definitely coming back to use you."
The bubbly Michelle giggled again, squeezing her tits together with her arms. "I hope so!"
"Are you thirsty?" Marcus asked, pulling the foreskin back on his saliva-soaked dick.
"Yes!" Michelle eagerly opened her mouth, edging forward so her face was under his cock. She watched as the man eased his head back and relaxed, before a sprinkle of piss sprayed on her right cheek. A few seconds passed and another landed on her tongue. Then, the stream began and Marcus looked down again to aim properly. His urine had a strong, salty flavour but Michelle gulped it down anyway.
"Uurrrh," Marcus groaned, carelessly guiding his flow wherever he wanted. Michelle's hair became drenched by the smelly liquid, and soon he aimed it at her tits and even her crotch. As the waterfall of waste began to weaken, he pushed his cock back into her mouth and watched her swallow it directly. "At work our boss makes us control the flow so the FACs under our desks can keep up. Feels good just letting it all go."
Michelle giggled with Marcus' cock in her mouth still, and gently suckled the remaining drops. After a few more seconds, the man pulled his tool out and smiled down at her, before spitting on her face.
"I'll see you later, Michelle," Marcus smiled. "You're my new favourite whore bot."
Michelle's life was one of repetition - after men finished with her, she used the shower system above to rinse their liquids off her body. Then, she rinsed her mouth with Listerine. Sometimes, if her body felt low on energy, she'd swallow some of the special FAC paste her handlers provided. She had two handlers - Dome and Whim. Every seven days, they'd restock her booth with more FAC paste and whatever other needs she had.
When the door slid open again, Michelle smiled, expecting another man to use her. Instead, a man dressed in all black wearing a cap stood at the entrance. He peeled an Out of Order sticker off a folder and placed it on the wall outside. Then he walked the booth, holding a black bag. "Hello Whim," she said, perking up even more.
"Michelle," the man greeted as he locked the door. He approached the woman and kneeled beside her. Then, Whim placed the bag on the floor and took out a stethoscope and a small flashlight. "Open your mouth and take deep breaths."
The woman obeyed as Whim ran the tests. His face remained passive while shining the light in her mouth and running other tests.
"What are you?" He asked once he was satisfied.
"I'm a Female Android Cocksleeve!" She answered giddily.
"Good girl." Whim stood and began restocking Michelle's necessities, such as toilet paper, mouthwash, toothpaste and FAC Paste.
"Why don't you show me what a good girl I am?" Michelle asked, making puppy-dog eyes at the man. As always, Whim ignored her and left.
"One of these days I'm gonna choke that nut down, Whimmy!" Michelle called as the door shut. After another ten minutes, the door opened again and her next user entered.
Then, something snapped in the woman as she heard a child yell, "Hurry up dad! They're gonna sell out!"
Images of a little boy's face flashed through her mind. She felt nauseous and fought the urge to vomit. The dim light illuminating the booth became unbearably bright and she stifled a whimper through pursed lips.
"Hey!" Michelle missed it, but apparently, the man standing before her had been trying to get her attention for some time. "I need to go," he said, cock in hand. "Can I use you or should I find a proper toilet?"
Through her tears, Michelle tried to force a smile, but her head throbbed with pain that left her nearly incapacitated. "Yes... Sir!"
"Yes, I can use you or yes, I should find a proper toilet?" The man asked again. Another fifteen seconds passed and the man shrugged in frustration. A steady stream of urine washed over the woman's lowered head. "I was hoping to have you drink it, but my kid's waiting for me, so whatever."
"Dad!" A boy's voice called again, then the door slid open. Michelle looked up to see the child covering his eyes to avoid seeing anything unsavoury. "Dad what's taking so long!"
"Hang on, buddy!" The man said, his stream stopping for half a second in surprise. He focused again though, emptying his bladder on the sick android's body.
Michelle opened her eyes, looking past the waterfall of urine passing her eyes. The boy looked like a shadow between the darkness in the booth and the light from the sun behind him. Her stomach rumbled and she gagged. The man stepped back in a hurry as bile exploded from the redhead's mouth, covering his shoe in a mix of stomach acid, FAC paste and urine.
"What the fuck? Piece of shit's broken!" He declared, tempted to kick the woman in the head. He walked to the sink while muttering obscenities, then rinsed used some paper towels to wipe the mess off his shoe. Once he washed his hands, he left.
"Michael..." Michelle whispered as the door closed. "Michael... Please, leave him alone. Leave my boy alone!" She broke out in a fit of shoulder-heaving sobs, blabbering until she passed out in the mess she made.
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"God damn it," a man sighed as he stared down at the woman's unconscious body. The man walked into the small structure and locked the door. He spoke into a transceiver under his shirt, "We have a situation here. It's another Code 11." He listened as the voice gave orders. "Roger that, Sir. I'll close the booth off and bring her in for conditioning."
Dome fastened cable ties around Michelle's wrists and ankles wrapped duct tape around her mouth, then dragged her to the corner of the booth. He spent the next ten minutes washing her vomit down the drain, then disinfected the room with bleach. After that, he spent another five minutes slipping the girl's body into a large garbage bag.
When he left the structure, he nearly bumped into a man and a woman.
"Is that Michelle? Is something wrong?" Cassie asked.
"No ma'am," Dome greeted the woman and her husband with a friendly smile. "Michelle needs to be taken in for maintenance, so this booth is currently out of order."
"Why the plastic bag, though?" Dylan inquired.
"It's just protocol, Sir," Dome said and walked past the couple.
Michelle awoke gasping frantically, which quickly turned to body-quaking shivers after getting drenched in iced water. She looked around in a panic, and what she saw filled her mind with memories of hell. "No. No, no, no, no, no," she repeated as she cast her fearful eyes to several other terrified women behind bars in large cages.
"Hello again, Michelle," Reef asked. If she was really in Hell, then this man was the demon assigned to torturing her for all eternity. "Looks like you've had a relapse. Now that's no good..."
She whimpered as the man crouched to bring his face level to hers. "Please let me go..."
"Don't worry, I will. I will... I will..." The words trailed off as if the man was lost in thought as he looked her body up and down. "Lucky for you, Michelle, I'm very good at dealing with relapses." He smiled as she whimpered again. "You know that all too well, don't you?"
The woman's chest heaved and hitched suddenly, then she screamed in anger, causing spit to fling from her mouth. "Fuck you! You fuck! I swear I'll fucking kill you!"
Reef evaded Michelle's attempt at biting his face, then waved his index finger disapprovingly. "Now now," he said evenly. "You'll have plenty of time to use that mouth. I'll be back for you soon... Why don't you take that time to... reflect on your last stay? Think about what you've got to look forward to, Michelle..."
Whether she wanted to think about the time she spent in this awful place or not, she couldn't help it.
***
"Mum! Don't, not at school!" Michael pulled away from his laughing mother, evading her attempts at kissing his cheeks.
"I can't help it, you're just so cute!" After three more attempts when it became clear she wouldn't let him escape, her son allowed a kiss. She pressed her thick lips right on his left cheek, leaving a red lipstick print.
"Uggggh, gross," he whined and broke out of her hold. After wiping the print off his cheek, he turned and waved. "See ya, mum!"
She blew him a kiss and laughed when he mimicked Neo's bullet evasion and dodged the pretend projectile. After watching him push past the bright yellow double doors into the school building, Michelle drove away. She'd be a couple of minutes late for work, but the extra time with Michael was worth it.
Michelle never made it to work. Her car spun out of control at the intersection when an SUV ran her off the road. She lost consciousness before her vehicle came to a stop.
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