Christine woke up in a cold sweat. She had a terrible dream—she was being fucked by a machine.
She was in a small room, with a metal door and a window high above. She could see a small sliver of the moon through the window. The room was dark, save for the small light over her bed. She could just make out a small table with a lamp on it.The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and there were two chairs near the table. One was bolted to the floor, and the other was a simple rocking chair. There was a small window between the wall and the door, and a small glass pane in the door itself. A small fan rotated overhead, creating a draft that helped the room feel slightly cooler than the outside temperature.She sat up in bed, brushing her teeth, trying to get her mind back to reality. She hadn't actually fucked anyone in real life for nearly three years. She hadn't even been with a man since last summer. It had all become too real. Her dreams had become nightmares.
But she had to admit that her fantasies had become something quite satisfying.She would often masturbate while thinking about the various ways that a machine could fuck her. She would often cum while thinking about the various ways that a machine could fuck her. But she hadn't actually gone through with it. Until now.
She had decided that today would be the day. Today she was going to finally fulfill her fantasy. She was going to finally be fucked by a machine.She was going to finally have the ultimate orgasm.
She was going to finally be fucked by a robot.
It wasn't long before she felt a cool breeze against her face. She opened her eyes to find herself in a small room with a large mirror on the back wall. There was a small dresser with a mirror on the inside, and a small window looking out onto the small garden.A small fan rotated overhead, creating a draft that helped the room feel slightly cooler than the outside temperature. She sat down at the small desk that was bolted to the floor, and began to look through the drawers for something that might help her. She pulled out a small book, and began to read.Chapter 2
Christine finished reading the small book, and closed it again. She felt slightly naughty doing it in public, but she was desperate. Desperate enough to do almost anything. She looked around the room, and saw a small can of black spray paint sitting on the top shelf of the closet. She picked it up, and went into the small garden shed behind her house.It was dark in the shed, save for the small light over her bed. She sprayed the canister, and made her way across the small room. There were only a few tools in the small toolbox, and she didn't know what any of them did. She picked one up, and felt the slight tugging sensation as the tool pulled from the handle. She dropped it back down, and picked another one.She continued her trek across the room, until she found the light switch. It flipped with a snap, and the small bulb over her bed turned on. She climbed under the covers, and laid back.
She was just beginning to fall asleep when she felt a sharp slap against her ass. She jolted awake, and sat up in bed, shivering.What the hell was that? She rolled over, and saw the small window. She looked out, and saw nothing. She flipped the light switch, and saw the small glass pane in the door. She traced the outline of the building, and saw that it was a small shed. She jumped out of bed, and ran across the small yard, and up the small hill.She pushed open the door, and stepped into the small space. The door slammed shut behind her, and she heard nothing. She looked around, and saw nothing. She heard nothing.She looked down, and saw that her panties were still damp. She smiled slightly, and pulled her panties back up, and went back to sleep.
She awoke again with a start, and sat up in bed, and looked around. She was in her room, and everything seemed to be in its place. She saw the small dresser with the mirror on the inside, and the small window.She saw the small lamp on the table next to the door, and the small box of tools. Everything was as it should be. Except for the absence of any sign of a person.No one had ever come here, so it must be empty. She got out of bed, and walked across the room to the window. She looked out, and saw that the small garden was indeed empty, except for the small pool that was covered in a small plastic dome. She traced the outline of the building, and saw that it was indeed the small shed that she had seen in the dark.She walked back across the room, and sat down at the small desk. She opened the small book, and began to write.
Dear Diary, Today I met a new friend. His name is Robert. We met at work. He is a designer, and I am a computer programmer. We bonded over our love of robots. I invited him over for a drink, and we ended up back at my place.We drank and talked, and I told him about my dream of having sex with a robot. He said he would like to help me make that dream come true. I asked him if he could come over tomorrow night, and we would talk more about it then. I hope that doesn't sound too forward. I'm not sure how much he knew about my relationship with robots.
THE END?
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