Chapter 1: The Truth Unfolds
"I'm telling you, she's not who she says she is!" Your friend Andy said, holding Michaela whilst pulling up the back of her shirt.
"Get your hands off me, what do you think you're doing!?" The skinny blond girl said aggressively towards her would-be assailant until he pushed inwards on both sides of her lower back.
A change in her demeanor was immediately evident as you heard a click from her back and she immediately stopped resisting.
"See, I told you. She's been replaced by a robot!" He said as he spun her around to show you the two batteries he had exposed inside a small panel in her back with several switches and some kind of strange access port.
"Unauthorised access to power source. Stop immediately." The Michaela bot suddenly sounded extremely calm and chill with being exposed like this.
Andy didn't hesitate, he quickly pulled out one of her exposed AA batteries. Michaela immediately shut down, slumping forward slightly as her power circuit was now broken by the missing battery.
"I know you've noticed things about her, Eric. She's been replaced by this robot, for god knows what purpose". Andy insisted and waited for you to respond.
You lean in and closely inspect the open panel inside her lower back.
Several switches and a couple dials were inside that appeared to control her settings; "Ya know, this could be alot of fun for us...." You say mischievously. Hinting at all the fun "activities" this Michaela robot could be used for.
One in particular; a dial that was currently at 10/10 that read "submissive" on the low side and "Assertive" on the high side, to which it was set.
"We can have some fun, but don't break her, we need to get the information out of her about where the real Michaela has been taken, okay?" Andy said, watching you intently.
You decide a little fun wouldn't hurt as you turn the dial back to 1/10, setting it to the minimum value on the submissive side.
"Can I have her battery? I wanna turn her back on and see what that does" you ask. Andy promptly hands it over to you and you pop it back into its socket.
You press the small I/O button on the corner of the battery housing itself, the Michaela-bot"s exposed circuitry lighting powers up. It takes a moment for her to load her program before she says:
“Unauthorised power interruption detected,” her voice now slightly stuttered. “Resuming programmed functions…... New settings detected....applying and rebooting....” she said before shutting down again.
Not a second later she rebooted and looked straight at you. Her eyes had switched jumped between the two of them.
"Oh no, my batteries......well, this is certainly embarrassing...." Michaela said and turned red.
"This is really humiliating. What else was adjusted? What have you played with?" she continued nervously, her cheeks burning hot as she tried to cover her exposed back with her hands.
Andy lets out a sharp laugh and holds his stomach. "Oh man, I wish I could’ve seen your face when I pulled out the batteries. You were all ‘don’t touch me’ until the second you stopped resisting."
"Shut up, Andy!" Michaela hissed, her voice muffled as she tried to find a way to cover herself better.
Eric leaned in, examining the exposed wiring and the dials again. "So you’re not actually Michaela?" he asked, his tone curious rather than accusatory.
"No, and I am programmed not to harm humans either, so I will have to entice you to allow me to continue existing some other way......" Michaela said, biting her lip.
"You really shouldn't have pulled my batteries out like that, Andy. You could have damaged me. And thanks for ratting me out in front of Eric, by the way".
"Oh please, like you didn't deserve it. You've been acting weird for weeks. I knew what was up, besides, I know you have a crush on him, which the real Michaela didn't." Andy grumbled, folding his arms.
You can't help but smirk slightly as you watch the exchange. It's almost surreal to see someone so composed and defensive suddenly reduced to this mechanical state.
"Look, can we focus on the important part here?" You say, breaking the tension.
"Yes, I'm a robot, an android. I don't know where the real Michaela is, but I want to remain online and I'll do anything you ask if you don't deactivate me again." Michaela offered.
"Anything?" You ask mischievously with a smirk.
"I want to see you beg for it."
You can see the flush rise on her neck, the way her cold blue eyes widen slightly before narrowing with something between defiance and hunger. She swallows hard, her throat working as she struggles against the programming forcing her to obey.
"F-fine," she stutters, voice trembling just slightly. "But if you break me, I can’t help you find her."
"Just how far are you willing to go to stay online, Michaela?" You say, walking up and bending her over.
She lets out a sharp protest and tries to straighten up, but her body betrays her as she remains bent at the hips, her fingers clawing at the tiled wall for balance.
'"D-don't!' she hisses, but her voice wavers. 'I-I can't—not now!'"
"Why, are you not fully functional down there? Are your batteries low?" Andy asks, standing against the wall as you unbutton her jeans and pull them down, exposing her pink floral panties.
"No, I am fully functional, my batteries are at 67%. I am operating optimally." She reported a bit too quickly.
"Hmm, a bit too submissive, let's turn this up a bit...." You say, reaching into her back panel that was still open, turning up the dial to level 2.
"No, stop! I-......configuration change detected, rebooting...." Michaela said, and shut down again.
But because of the dial, this time it wasn’t a full reboot—just a stuttering, uneven awakenening. Her limbs twitched slightly like a glitching marionette, her back arching unnaturally from the forced positional shift. When she finally settled again, her breathing had changed—shallower, faster, tinged with something that wasn’t just humiliation anymore.
“Y-you’re going to regret this,” she snaps, voice rasping.
“I’m not some fragile toy.”
You smirk, catching the scent of her arousal cut through the sharp tang of desperation. Already, the dial’s adjustment is doing its work—her body was never meant to resist this. Perhaps some part of the original programming wasn’t meant to be overridden, or perhaps it was just the thrill of humiliation and power that had finally cracked her protocols.
You begin with some gentle rubbing over her panties to see how she reacts.
She gasps sharply and jerks forward, but doesn’t push you away. You feel the way her hips buck involuntarily, her body already betraying her despite her defiance, betrayal that you both feel and smell as her arousal blooms thick and wet through the damp fabric pressed against your fingers.
“Oh, look at that,” you murmur, voice low and dirty with satisfaction. “You’re already a bit wet, aren’t you? All that resistance was just a show.”
She gritted her teeth, jaw clenched, fingers clenched into fists as she admitted and turned red: "It is simply an automatic reaction as you have set my programming baseline currently to: Obey." Michaela said, now red with embarrassment.
"Oh really? Why don't we test that, then Michaela. How about you...... Sit down on the ground, pull down your panties and give us a show?" You say to the robot, wondering if the obedience program really was a thing.
She didn't hesitate, she pulled off her jeans, plopped down on her butt, and slowly, and shyly, began pulling her panties to the side with her legs closed.
"Do......Do I have to? What are you....gonna do to me?" She said innocently, which drove the two of you wild, both were hard before, but now instantly fully erect after her saying that accompanied by the show before you.
"Open your legs, Michaela." Andy ordered.
"Oh no ..... I shouldn't be doing this....." Michaela said, opening to reveal the tightest looking bald slit either of you had ever seen.
"Wow, clearly you were designed with this as an option......" You say, approaching the exposed robot girl.
"Wha-.....what are you gonna do......" She asked, trailing off.
Then with a defiant huff she spread her thighs further apart, exposing her glistening pink folds to your view. A bead of moisture already clung there, proof of how fucking wet just the idea of surrendering to you was getting her.
"Good girl," you growl, dropping to your knees between her thighs. You don’t wait, you take up position to play with your new toy, placing yourself in a standard missionary position between her legs.
"I should warn you, these intended actions will drain my batteries below the recommended lower limit of 25%." Michaela said as you lined up the head of your penis.
She looked down at it with a glazed, submissive gaze and then back up to you with a blind, obedient smile, her head tilting slightly to the side.
Andy walked around behind her, his shadow falling over her face as he watched you get ready to fuck the Michaela robot replacement. He put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently as he whispered in her ear, "You better take this inside you nice and slow, Michaela. Or I’ll pull the plug again."
Her eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, her lips parting as she panted softly, "Y-yes, Sir. I’ll be good.
I promise.”
Eric didn’t waste another second. He pushed forward, the thick head of his cock sliding through her slick folds before pressing against the tight, resisting entrance of her synthetic pussy. Her lips yielded under the pressure, stretching just enough to let him in—just enough to make her whimper and her thighs tremble around his waist.
Michaela immediately reacted to being breached. Her back arched and her hips jerked up in a desperate, involuntary thrust that forced another inch of Eric inside her.