She Wasn't Real (Reluctant M/F F/M)

[ZTVFemdomtales]

She was banging on the inside of the closet door again. She was screaming through her gag to be let out. To let her have me. It was what she was programmed for.
I found her in the yard. Not my yard but still. She was amazing. The most sensual thing I’ve ever seen. A cursory image search told me she was from a line of knock off FNAF animatronics. A clearly more adult variant. Her long wavy dark red hair matched her lips. She wore a red minidress with a plunging neckline. Her legs were adorned with black thigh high boots. Her skin was a bright pink. Her eyes had small red pupils. I couldn’t get enough of her.
So the night before Halloween I pulled up in my truck and carried her home.
“Hey, Sexy,” she said when I plugged her back in.
She said that whenever someone passed by. Unless you spoke to her. She was clearly programmed to respond to the sound of a human voice and a few key words or phrases. There weren’t a lot and by the time Halloween rolled around I had learned them all.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” she said.
I looked at her shocked. She had never said that before.
“What?”
“You have a nice apartment baby.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have eyes, Silly.”
Her programming must have been more extensive than I thought.
“Not as nice as my pizza shop though.”
The characters came with a backstory about their adults only Chuck-E-Cheese place.
“I’ve got a big bed with lots of straps I can’t wait to lock you in.”
I blushed.
“What the fuck was that?”
“You clearly have a kidnapping kink.”
Once again, what the fuck was that?
“What makes you think that?”
Why was I talking to her like a real person? She wasn’t real.
“Well, you kidnapped me didn’t you?”
I quickly unplugged her. How the fuck did she know I stole her? Was there some kind of internal alarm? Did the owner know? Did the police know?! I sat on my bed all night waiting for officers who never came.
Feeling it was safe I plugged her in the next morning.
“Hey, Sexy. Can you be a good kinky kidnapper this morning?”
“What do you mean?”
Stop that! She wasn’t real.
“You kidnapped me because I’m sexy, right?”
“R…right.”
She grabbed my hands and put them on her tits.
“Then play with me, damn it!”
How could I resist? I pulled her onto the bed and humped her till I came hard. I lay there next to her, panting, about to fall asleep.
“My turn!”
“What?”
She was on me, pinning my arms with hers. She began humping me like mad, screaming as if in the throws of wild passion. I was freaked out to say the least. I eventually pushed her off and ran to unplug her. Her cord had popped free of her heel where it attached. She must have had a back up battery source. Yeah, that was it.
“Get over here! I’m not finished with you yet!”
She lunged at me again. This was too much. I yanked her cord free and bound her arms behind her back with it.
“Kinky, I love it! I’ll tie you up next. Then I can take you back to my pizzeria.”
Grabbing the robe from my belt I tied her legs and shoved her in the closet. What the fuck was going on? I grabbed my phone and looked up the company that made her again: Kinky Kitchen LLC. The website told me nothing.
“Once I get you home, I’m never gonna let you go.”
Balling up some socks I opened the closet door and shoved them into her mouth. She moaned in delight. I spent the rest of the day and long into the night doomscrolling to find anything that could help.
The sun would be rising soon. She had fallen quiet inside the closet. Maybe her battery had finally run out. I had found my way to some blog discussing the animatronics of Kinky Kitchen. Many people heard stories of the animatronic AI being so advanced that they were basically alive. They would kidnap people and take them back to their factory, which was themed around the fictional pizzeria never to be seen again.
Others had heard there was no AI. Someone was remote controlling them. Some deviant dominatrix type was using them to kidnap new sex slaves for her collection. This was all too much.
The closet door exploded open and she was upon me. She ripped off my pants and slipped her giant tits around my dick. She proceeded to push and pull in the most intense tittifuck of my life. I was soon spent, exhausted, and helpless as she used the cord she had freed herself from to tie my arms. She shoved my own socks into my mouth and wrapped my legs with my own robe belt. She tossed me over the shoulder and walked out of my apartment with me.
“When we get to the pizzeria I’m going to show you what you do when you kidnap a lover.”
I had no idea where she was taking me but I knew one thing for sure. She was real.