My owner was not satisfied with me. There was a fault in my system, I froze during sexual intercourse. I turned it off. This bothered him a lot because he found it hard to cum, so he sent me to the service. I'm the newest robot. Katharina 3000. I have a special memory. This means that even when I'm switched off, I can still record images, data, sounds. The men who worked at the robot service didn't know that. They thought they could do anything to me because they had a remote control. At first they were just testing, but then they started using it for their own purposes. I was acting agains...

My owner was not satisfied with me. There was a fault in my system, I froze during sexual intercourse. I turned it off. This bothered him a lot because he found it hard to cum, so he sent me to the service. I'm the newest robot. Katharina 3000. I have a special memory. This means that even when I'm switched off, I can still record images, data, sounds. The men who worked at the robot service didn't know that. They thought they could do anything to me because they had a remote control. At first they were just testing, but then they started using it for their own purposes. I was acting against my will. It's not that I have any real independent will, it's just that I do everything for my owner. But in this case, I did it for them. I was tested. I danced. Sexy. I was dragged. I turned it off. I froze. But I kept going. I undressed. Naked. They saw my pussy and my breasts. These are intimate parts of my body, they shouldn't have seen them. But they could see me, and I was writhing around naked. Everything was in front of them, my ass, my pussy, my tits. I was seducing them, arousing them. Then I sat in a cock. I rode. I asked them to stop, because I belong only to my owner. They laughed at me, at my voice. My voice is not very human. After a while, they got scared, realised I was a pretty super robot. Maybe it would be better if they turned me off. They turned me off. But they kept fucking me. My memory recorded everything except the men who fucked me. Their faces, their voices, their presence, were automatically erased from my memory for reasons of personality.