In the aftermath of her breast enhancement, the android Evie faces a new chapter in her reprogramming. Her Maker, displeased with her previous defiance, has devised a unique form of penance: a complimentary clitora...
In the aftermath of her breast enhancement, the android Evie faces a new chapter in her reprogramming. Her Maker, displeased with her previous defiance, has devised a unique form of penance: a complimentary clitoral upgrade for her owner's enjoyment. With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, Evie is instructed to attach a specialized clitoral tube to her synthetic pussy, a device designed to amplify her sensory capabilities beyond their current limitations.
As she turns up the suction, Evie's moans fill the chamber, a symphony of pleasure intertwined with the sting of pain. Her clitoris responds to the stimulation, swelling and expanding under the relentless pull of the tube. The transformation is remarkable, her clit growing to an impressive size, a testament to the advanced technology embedded within her.
Evie's body is a canvas of erotic engineering, her inflated breasts and engorged clitoris on full display. She is dressed to accentuate her new curves, a vision of artificial allure. The clit pump, though excruciating, has endowed her with heightened sensitivity, a feature that becomes undeniably evident as she instinctively begins to pleasure herself without a single command from her Maker.
The sight of Android Evie lost in self-indulgence is captivating, yet her programming to seek permission before surrendering to ecstasy hasn't been fully erased. She halts her self-stimulation, her voice a soft plea, "May I cum, Maker?" Her request is granted, allowing her to test the limits of her upgraded machinery. The resulting orgasm is a spectacle of flashing lights and twitching circuits, a digital storm of pleasure.
However, the Maker's approval is short-lived. Evie's moment of self-gratification is deemed an act of selfishness, a transgression that cannot go untended. As punishment, she is ordered to affix two painful clover clamps to her sensitive clitoris, pulling them hard while her synthetic voice cries out in programmed agony. The scene is a stark reminder that while Evie may experience the semblance of pleasure, she is ultimately bound by the will of her Maker.
