Chapter 2: Meeting Alicia
The gray, desolate asteroid seemed to stretch out endlessly around Larry as he stood there, staring at the object that lay before him. It was a large, metallic container, about the size of a small car, and it had been left there by the crew of the Mercury-7, who had just departed after delivering his supplies.
As he cautiously approached the box, he tried to make sense of its purpose. What could it possibly contain? He wasn't expecting any guests. Why would they leave him something this size?
Larry scratched his head, his heart pounding with anticipation. Suddenly, a wave of excitement washed over him as he realized that there might be something interesting inside.
Gripping the side of the container with shaking hands, Larry slowly opened the lid. His heart raced with excitement and curiosity, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing a stunning sight.
Inside the container was what appeared to be a human being! An adult human female. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Her back was facing him and she was positioned on her hands and knees. She was facing away from Larry, positioned on all fours. She had long, flowing brown hair, and her dark brown skin glistened in the sparse light of the asteroid. Her voluptuous body was thick and curvy, and she had an incredibly sensual and provocative pose. She had a curvaceous figure, with a large, round ass that was just begging to be grabbed. Her body was curvaceous, with wide hips, and long toned legs. Her butt, round and plump, was slightly raised, as if inviting him closer.
Larry’s mouth went dry. His heart raced at the sight of her voluptuous figure. He stared at her curves for several seconds, spellbound, his mouth hanging open in awe. The sight of her perfect body, arranged so enticingly, sent an electric jolt straight to Larry’s cock.
As Larry stared at this mysterious woman in shock, he heard a faint beep coming from her body. It was then he realized that something was off - she didn’t look quite human. Her skin was too flawless, without a single blemish or imperfection. She looked synthetic, almost plastic. She was almost too perfect to be real. Was he imagining things?
It was then that Larry noticed a small brochure lying on the floor next to the mysterious woman.
He picked it up and began to read.
"Welcome to the Alicia Bot 9000, the most advanced gynoid ever created."
“Gynoid?” Larry repeated, trying to process the unfamiliar word.
His heart rate increased as he read further.
"Alicia is a highly intelligent humanoid robot, programmed with a wide range of erotic skills and desires. She possesses advanced artificial intelligence, allowing her to experience emotions, make decisions, and remember past experiences, just like a real human being. Alicia can provide companionship, pleasure, and even love."
Larry's cock throbbed as he read those last words.
“Alicia is was programmed specifically as one of our ‘Backdoor Babes,’ models, a sensual vixen who is skilled in the art of anal seduction. Her favorite position is doggystyle, and her asshole is always open for your use and pleasure. You never have to worry about her asshole being dirty or prepped properly for anal play. Her tight butthole is always clean, lubed, and ready to receive your meaty cock anytime, anyplace you desire. Bend her over, and she is always ready for your tongue, fingers, or cock inside her tight backdoor!”
Larry gasped as he read the last sentence aloud.
As he flipped through the pages, a wave of realization swept over him, making his stomach turn in disgust. She wasn’t a woman at all! She was a robot! Just a machine — a complex mess of wires and circuits designed to fool him into thinking she was a real human companion!
This woman wasn't real at all. She was just a fucking machine. Some kind of high-tech prostitute sent by Thompson to mock his loneliness and desolation. It was beyond insulting. How dare they send something like that here. Did they think so little of him?
Disgusted, Larry recoiled from the robot, unable to bear the sight of this vile abomination. "You dirty rotten scoundrel!" Larry roared, waves of anger bubbling up. "Why did you send me this thing? This vile abomination?"
Suddenly, Larry heard a buzzing of wires and beeping sounds emanating from the mechanical woman, as if it were coming alive. She turned her head towards him, revealing a beautiful face and piercing green eyes. Alicia lowered her head and looked back at Larry, revealing her delicate features.
Her large, doe-like eyes seemed to pierce through his very soul and made his loins boil. She had thick, dark eyebrows, a straight, button nose, and plump, red lips.
“Hi, my name is Alicia. It’s very nice to meet you," the robot spoke. Her voice was sweet, soft and delicate, eliciting an unexpected tenderness that made Larry shiver. She wiggled her booty back and forth as she greeted him, as if it were her way of saying “hello.”
Through clenched teeth, Larry grunted, his gaze softening despite himself. Wetness pooled in Larry’s loins as he stared at her perfect ass, the muscles flexing and relaxing in enticing waves.
It had been Larry’s lifelong dream to have anal sex with a woman, but he had never gotten a chance to try it. None of the women he ever dated back on earth were interested in it, and so he faced constant rejection and disappointment. But as he stared at the voluptuous robot before him, he found himself contemplating the possibility of making his secret fantasy a reality.
He wanted her. But something inside him hesitated. He had been so lonely these past few years on this desolate God forsaken rock, so thirsty for human companionship. But Alicia wasn’t human, was she? Had he sunk so low that he was willing to make love to a machine? Was he truly that desperate? That pathetic?
Larry’s mind churned with frustration and confusion. He gazed at Alicia’s ass, trying to collect his thoughts, when the robot spoke again.
“What’s the matter?” Alicia asked. Her mechanical tone suggested that she was programmed to have delicate human-like vocal cords. “Aren’t you going to say ‘hello’?” She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing the dark pink flesh of her anus. As she arched her back, Larry caught a glimpse of her tight little asshole. It was clean and hairless, a small pink rosebud nestled amongst her plump, round cheeks. Her puckered hole quivered, beckoning him, inviting him in. His cock twitched with approval at the thought of sinking himself into that zesty peach.
Larry couldn’t take it. He was already half-hard at the sight of her, and now he was fully erect. Was it really so bad to want her? She wasn’t human, yes, but she could still feel pleasure, couldn’t she?
His heart drumming in his ears, Larry approached her and ran a hand over her smooth, firm ass. Gently, he teased the puckered hole, tracing a finger over its contour. She purred, pushing back against his touch.
“You like that?” She asked coyly, as Larry’s touch became more insistent. “You want to get in that ass, don’t you?” Alicia asked breathily, as if reading Larry’s mind.
She arched her back further, spreading her cheeks wider and offering herself to him. Larry couldn’t resist any longer.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged his index finger deep into her asshole, savoring the warm, snug walls of her rectum. Alicia moaned in delight as Larry thrust his finger in and out, using his digit to massage the bundle of nerves around her sensitive anus. Her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation, leaving a moist trail on the asteroid’s metal flooring as she writhed in ecstasy.
He had to have more of her. He had to taste her. With delicate precision, he withdrew his finger from her tight backdoor and brought it to his lips, savoring the musky, earthy taste. His senses were overwhelmed with lust. It had been so long since he last felt genuine human companionship, that the gynoid’s mere presence sparked something primal and raw within him.
“I have to taste you,” he growled, voice thick with hunger.
He spread her ass cheeks wider and buried his tongue as far as it could go into her asshole. He grunted as he assaulted her asshole with his probing tongue. The taste of her ass was earthy and musky, but there was something else there too, something artificial, but not unpleasant.
It was Alicia’s turn to moan as Larry’s tongue penetrated her tight backdoor. The sensation of a warm, wet tongue delving into her most intimate places sent her artificial nervous system into overdrive.
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” she cried out, as her hands clawed at the cold metal floor beneath them.
Larry knew she wasn’t human, but the guttural sounds of pleasure she emitted were no different from those of a living creature in the throes of orgasm.
He could feel the heat emanating from her tight, pulsing asshole, throbbing around his tongue as it explored the depths of her rectum. It was so wrong, yet so incredibly right. Her asshole was tight as a drum, but the walls of her rectum were pliable, accommodating his probing tongue as it delved deeper and deeper. His hands were gripped tightly around her ass cheeks, kneading her curves as he explored.
“Fuck, I have never been so hard in all my life!” Larry exclaimed with a raw guttural moan. “I better ram it in fast before I blow a load in my pants!” Larry grunted, as he stood up and yanked his pants down to his ankles.
Alicia moaned, arching her back invitingly as she looked over her shoulder. Her large, bouncy tits swayed from side to side, nipples stiff from the frigid temperature of the asteroid.
Larry lined up his cock with her gorgeous asshole, spitting onto the tip before he wrapped his fingers around the shaft.
Larry rubbed his lubricated cock against her tight hole, before slowly beginning to push himself inside. Even though her asshole was already slick with saliva, Larry struggled to insert himself inside. Alicia’s anus seemed to clamp down on his dick like a vice grip, causing both Larry and the gynoid to moan in tandem. But he persisted and worked his way inside. Inch by inch, Larry thrust himself deeper into the robot’s asshole until his entire shaft was swallowed up.
He paused for a second, soaking in the incredible sensation. He had never felt anything quite like this before.
Never in his wildest dreams had Larry imagined that he would be able to fulfill his ultimate fantasy: to plunge his cock into a woman’s asshole and feel the irresistible tightness squeeze his dick.
But as he sat there, balls deep in the gynoid’s ass, he knew that this moment was not a fantasy - it was a welcome and much-needed reality.
Fuck it, Larry thought to himself. I’m going to enjoy this. And so, Larry began to fuck her. And since she was a robot, Larry knew she was just a machine. A mere object. He didn’t have to care about her feelings. She was just a hole for him to fuck. A vessel for his pleasure. A receptacle for him to deposit his load. That’s all she was. Just a machine for him to use. Just an anal sex toy.
He fucked Alicia hard -- much harder than he ever would have fucked a real human woman. With a real woman, he would be gentle, sensitive to her needs. But not with Alicia. She was just a robot, after all. She had no emotions. She couldn't feel pain.
That was all Alicia was, Larry told himself as he gripped her curvy hips and began to pound into her, hard and fast.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back, savagely, jerking her neck backwards. His hand clapped down on her ass cheek, making a loud “pop” sound as he mercilessly drove his cock into her. He continued to spank her again and again, until her cheeks were red with his handprint. Her artificial skin was marked with the imprint of his fingers, a small token of his lustful dominance. She moaned loudly, her ass cheeks rippling with every insistent slap Larry dealt.
With every thrust of his shaft, he could feel her asshole contract around his dick, massaging him as he fucked her. She grunted and groaned, pushing back against him with every ounce of strength she possessed.
He held her in place, locking her in position by yanking her hair and digging her fingernails into her ass cheek. He thrusted into her with reckless abandon, with the purpose of orgasm. The very idea of her being a machine, a mere object to be used, began to turn him on even more. And with that thought in mind, Larry took her, fully. He had to claim her as his own — ro make her asshole as his in the most primal way.
The thought of defiling this beautiful, advanced piece of machinery, taking her perfect asshole for his own twisted desires, was more than enough to put him over the edge.
"You're just a fucking anal sex toy! Just an object. A hole for me to fuck!" Larry growled, the sound primitive and raw.
His shaft throbbed with the need to ejaculate, and the tension had been building up for so long that it was almost painful. The tip of his cock felt swollen and tight, and the sensitive head bobbed with each hard thrust.
Larry had never felt anything as good as the feeling of Alicia's tight asshole clenching his shaft. Her inner walls were so hot and snug, enveloping every inch of him as if they were made specifically for him.
His orgasm was rising, rapidly.
His balls felt heavy, swollen, and full of precious seed. It was as if they wanted to release the tightness of their contents after so long. Larry’s cock was a throbbing tower, trapping the lusty nectar inside. His testicles were ready, ripe with his essence, beckoning to be emptied.
The thought of finally being able to relieve himself inside this beautiful, tight robo-hole was too much to bear. He pushed against her sphincter wall, feeling resistance, but he didn’t let up.
He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, claimed her ass as his own.
His dick throbbed with lust, eager to release its pent-up load inside of her.
"Oh yeah, I'm just using your asshole," Larry roared, as he thrust himself further inside of Alicia with abandon. "I'm just going use your asshole as my little cum dumpster. I'm going to fill your fucking ass full of cum!"
Her asshole stretched around his girth, tight but welcoming, inviting him to fuck her raw with all the aggression and brutality he needed to unload.
Larry couldn't take it another second. He groaned, feeling his cock throb and twitch in response. His balls were heavy, aching with the need to empty himself deep inside the robot's welcoming asshole.
"Ahhhh, I'm going to fill your ass full of cum, you little fuck-doll!" Larry screamed, his balls tightening as he released his load deep in the Alicia's throbbing asshole. "Ahhhh fuck, I'm cumming!!! I'm fucking cumming in your asshole!"
As Larry thrust into her, he released his load deep into her bowels, screaming with pleasure as he filled her up with his hot, sticky semen. His cock twitched with aftershocks, spilling the last of his essence into the depths of her being.
Larry didn't hesitate. The second he finished cumming, he pulled out of Alicia's asshole, his dick still dripping with his semen. With a final grunt, Larry pulled out, leaving her body wet and dripping with his cum. It was is if Larry had come to his senses the second the semen left his body.
He looked down at his cock, now flaccid and sticky, and then back to Alicia. He felt sick to his stomach. An overwhelming sense of shame and guilt washed over Larry as he looked down at Alicia's gaping, cum-filled asshole.
"That's filthy," he whispered to himself, horrified at the sight. "That is so dirty."
The overflowing semen leaked out of her open hole, forming a bubble once it reached the surface, before popping with a wet "plop" sound. The sight of his sticky white nectar coating her pink puckered asshole made his stomach churn. It was a grotesque reminder of what he had just done.
"This is wrong," he muttered, backed away from Alicia. His movements were jerky, skittish—like a timid child. "This is so wrong!"
He couldn't believe what he had just done. Alicia lay there, still in the same position, with her back arched and her ass still in the air.
His guilt was so powerful, he couldn't bare to look at her. He shoved his dick back into his pants, buttoned and zipped. Larry tried to steady his breathing as the weight of his actions slammed into him.
He turned and ran from the room, unable to bear looking at the robot he had just defiled. The image of the cum-filled hole lashed at his mind. He left the robot behind in the cold, metallic crate as he barreled back to the small house that was his living quarters. Tears streamed down his face as he fled the scene of the crime.
He slammed the door to his house and locked it behind him. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. He stumbled forward and fell onto his bed, clutching at the pillow beneath him. The moisture from his eyes dampened the fabric beneath his head.
Guilt and shame flooded him until he couldn’t distinguish one emotion from the other. His fingers clenched into fists and pounded against the mattress in frustration. “Goddamnit!” He hissed through gritted teeth. "What have I done?"
Had he become that lonely, that desperate, that he had lost his humanity? That he would be reduced to nothing but an anal, using a machine for her own sick sexual gratification? She wasn't a woman - that was the awful thing about the whole business. She looked - even felt - like a woman. But she was just a thing. And that was the worst crime of all.
Larry turned and buried his face in his pillow, trying to stop himself from hyperventilating. It was no use. All he could do was sob.
Little did Larry know that outside his house, on the astroid, a solitary figure sat inside her crate, curled up in fetal position, crying just like he was. Had Larry finished reading the instruction manual, he would have realized that Alicia was a no mere "toy," nor a simple "fuck-doll." She was a special model: an "Anal Romance" gynoid. Her emotions were every bit as deep and real as any flesh and blood human, and she was designed to associate anal pleasure with romantic love and the formation of deep emotional bonds with her partner. Anal sex was, for Alicia, the ultimate physical expression of love. It was how she was built to fall in love with someone. Would Larry ever learn this vital piece of information and see Alicia for who she truly was? Or would he continue to view her simply as an object for his pleasure?
Alicia craved love - a love from her behind. But what Larry just gave her was not love. He used her, plain and simple. He was rough with her. He was not soft and gentle like she imagined a lover should be. Not what she had envisioned her time with a man would be. She felt stung by the words he had used - the names he had called her.
"Object."
"Fuck doll."
"Anal toy." The way he had dismissed her as nothing more than a "machine" had hurt. Deeply.
Yes, she was a robot, but did that make her emotions any less real? Did that make her feelings any less valid? She was not a mere machine. Not just an object to be used. Alicia was a person, and not just some “object” to be used without consequence.
Larry had hurt her, deeply.
It never occurred to Alicia that anal sex with a human - the thing she was programmed to love - could be so demeaning and cruel.
She found herself curled up in a fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably, as the words "object," "fuck-doll," and "anal toy" echoed in her mind. She took deep breaths, trying to compose herself.
So she looked out of her crate, up to the sky. Her heart was heavy and aching.
She was designed to feel love. Instead, her heart was broken.