I'm Not A Sex Robot! by Krombomich

If Mindy knew she would have to take her clothes off before entering the 3D scanner during a school field trip at the science museum, she wouldn’t have volunteered for this “fun” learning experience. And if she knew it would ruin her entire life, she would have at least refused to sign the waiver hastily shoved in her face to take advantage of how desperate she was to put her clothes back on. She scribbled her name with one hand and did her best to cover the spill of nude breasts with the other.Sure, she smiled as the class laughed watching her skateboard on a giant screen even though she had never stepped on one before. The regret came weeks later, when a pleasure robot designed with her scan, an exact replica of herself, became the biggest-selling model in the entire world. Her baby face, short stature, slim physique, and D-cup breasts had everyone fall in love with the Rape Me Mindy bot. It was programmed to resist and cry but to be easily overpowered, kind of like her, too.

Mindy was listening to music at a high volume on her bed to drown out the next-room moans and cries produced by a perfect copy of her vocal cords, though it wasn’t enough to block the shaking from her silicon body being slammed against the common wall. Her jerk brother, who denies the incestuous similarities of sister and doll to this day, had asked for a Rape Me Mindy bot for his birthday and had been voiding her warranty every waking moment since.

Whenever Mindy and her brother passed each other in the hallway, there was always a moment of hesitation, a brief flash of anger and confusion on her brother’s face as he wondered who the hell put clothes on his sexbot. Thankfully, his copy was covered in bruises, thus easy to identify.

Outside the house, Mindy’s peaceful neighborhood was a minefield of mistaken identity. Almost everyone had seen her naked, and many more than one might think knew exactly how it felt to slide a dick in each of her holes. Heads turned everywhere she went. What is that sex doll doing walking around? they all thought, many of them out loud. And why would they think otherwise? There were 50 million of them and only one of her.

There was no explaining the situation either; claiming sentience, yelling for help, weakly trying to fight off her rapists… those were typical Rape Me Mindy behaviors.

“Mindy!” her mom had been calling her name for who knows how long and sounded mad, as usual. Somehow, her son being a perverted dropout was Mindy’s fault. The woman’s takeaway from this whole situation was that her daughter should have asked for money before signing the release.

The most famous girl on the planet took off her headphones and was immediately reminded why she had them on. “Stop, big brother, please. Not in my butt. It hurts so much!” The other Mindy’s voice resonated through the wall she was pinned against and anally violated against from the sound of it. The big brother angle was one of the settings. She could call you daddy, master, sir, teacher… whatever you wanted.

“I need you to get some milk at the store,” her mom said, ignoring the clear whimpers of her robot daughter next door.

“Mom, you know I can’t go out there. They think I’m a robot!”

“Then don’t act like a robot. And go get milk.” And that was that.

Mindy had almost made it back home without a major incident (people groping her breasts and ass was just a part of the grocery shopping experience) when a minivan slowed down to match her walking pace. She might have been able to outrun the man who came out, but the milk had been such a hassle to get, the thought of dropping it did not even cross her mind.

“I’m not a sex robot, I’m a real girl. They scanned my body…” Classic Rape Me Mindy.

Her explanations became more incoherent every passing day in this man’s basement, enduring a kind of abuse reserved for robots who only process pain as 1s and 0s. She really did start sounding like her homunculus: “Please… Sir… not in my butt.”

Mindy was eating plenty of cum, and drinking enough piss, but what really separated her needs from that of a robot was sleep. The man always had friends over for a gangbang when he was not smashing her ‘tighter than the last model’ pussy and asshole himself. The once sharp pain of penetration was dull and constant after a few months of being tossed around like a doll and kept from getting any rest. If they ever took a break, it was to hose her clean in icy cold water because why would a robot care about water temperature?

Her brain allowed her some rest by passing out during the time it took for a cock to exit her ass then penetrate her mouth for a tongue bath. In one of those five-second breaks, her mother’s last words came to her: “Then don’t act like a robot.”

That’s it!

With all the energy she had left, Mindy moaned. Not her usual moans of discomfort and ache, a moan of pure pleasure accompanied by a believable “yes…” then a “more…” and she even dared a “deeper…”

The men were puzzled. They concluded that they had unlocked a secret personality. Mindy’s plan backfired as her assailants reveled in the change of humor, but she kept at it because it was the only plan she had. “Fuck me harder,” she begged through clenched teeth while pretending her grimace while getting her titties twisted was one of orgasm and not pain.

A few months later the tide began to turn. One of the men asked “hey, do we know how to put back the old setting?” and Mindy knew it was only a matter of time now.

“Ohh, ohhh I’m cumming, don’t stop.”

A few weeks after that, there were talks of her being defective. “Your cum is so delicious, daddy.” And a few days after that, the white van man’s friends came over every couple of days instead of every day. “Fuck me deep, I want your baby.”

And finally, almost a year after she was abducted, the gang all pitched in to buy a new Rape Me Mindy that wouldn’t act so weird. The real Mindy watched that machine beg for her life and smiled at the irony of this thing being a more convincing victim than she was. She made her move once they were all distracted by her clone’s holes and trekked the city naked for hours until she found a street she remembered and followed it back to her old neighborhood.

Many horny hobos later, she crossed the threshold of her house, covered in bruises and frostbite, dreaming of a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.

“There you are! I thought you died.” Her brother appeared from the darkness, blocking her way. He looked almost as dirty as she did.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” Mindy said, trying to duck under his arm.

“Maybe you rebooted while in the trash? That’s awesome!” Mindy’s brother grabbed her by the neck and dragged her down the hallway. “Let’s wash you first, you smell like shit.”

“What? No, I’m the real Mindy! I’m not your stupid doll…” she immediately realized the pointlessness and tried her reverse psychology again. “Fist my ass, brother, please. Make me cum.”

Her brother obliged. He didn’t care if his sexbot was wonky since the reboot. He didn’t have the money to buy a new one anyway.

“Your holes are so tight, I can barely fit my whole fist up your pussy. Must be the factory settings.”

The flow of warm water on her chest felt so nice that Mindy almost didn’t mind getting her pipes cleaned by her brother’s soapy fists from behind. But when he turned her around to thoroughly clean her breasts while his erection poked her belly button and started praising how much softer her boobs had gotten and how much deeper his fingers could sink into the flesh, Mindy’s revulsion concretized in a much better idea than her last.

“Your name is Mike. Mom’s name is Mary. You had a crush on my friend Jennifer years ago because you couldn’t get any girls your own age. I’m your real sister, dumbass. Did you even notice I was gone? Too busy fucking a girl that looks like me until she broke down.”

When Mindy had first been introduced to the shower head, she had been in too much of an unwinding trance to hear her brother’s phone conversation behind the wall of rushing water as he was getting undressed to follow her in. It went a little something like this: “Yeah, no, she’s working again. The party is back on. She was in the garbage but I’m about to give her a deep cleanse, don’t worry. Yeah, inside and out. See you at eight.”

“Did you hear what I said?!” Mindy was staring at her brother’s hands, still glued in her tits.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re my real sister. My doll didn’t miraculously fix herself after we stuffed two baseball bats up her butt. It’s just…”

Mindy was very concerned that her brother was back to giving her large breasts a soapy deep-pore massage despite what he had just learned, his hard erection poking her belly button harder than ever.

“The problem is… I’ve been organizing these fuck parties for a while, and they’re really popular. And they’re making me popular. I had canceled but just told Devin it was back on and he probably already told everyone.”

“Well, it’s canceled again. Sucks to be you. I’ve been raped non-stop for an entire year. When you’re done fondling me like a creep, I’m crawling in bed and sleeping for like a month.”

“Come on, Mindy. Just this one time, then I’ll say it’s broken for good. If you’ve been raped non-stop for a year, what’s one more evening.”

“I said no! And I’m clean already.”

“I don’t want to be an asshole about this,” Mike said with a tighter grip on her slippery tits. “But everyone including mom thinks you ran away because you didn’t want to do your chores. So, if I tell them you’re my Rape Me Mindy doll, they’ll believe me.”

If Mindy had the strength to lift her arms, she would have punched her brother across the face. “That’s really evil, even for you. Mom will know who I am.”