The White Widow

Chapter 1

  Lizzy Crane was young and pretty cute. Her CV insisted that she was a highly professional dedicated and motivated hard worker. Though currently she was also half asleep. Her features were an alluring mix of Brazilian and Argentinian heritage. A package that came with lovely brown eyes and a cute little smile. She was currently working from home having had a bit of a late night, that required a little recuperation. She was currently wearing fluffy slippers sweat pants and a lose fitting t-shirt with a picture of a ridiculously fluffy cat emblazoned upon it. She was considering the best strategy to put in the hours, but importantly not put in the work. To get credit for her portion of the company team's effort on the particular project she had been assigned to. She was quickly choosing work tasks from the list that wouldn't require a lot of engagement or brain power. Making it so that she could get her hours in without having to really remain so very engaged or wide awake.

  She was woken up from the lazy haze and pulled away from her desk by an incessant beeping at the front door. She sighed and slowly extracted herself from the numerus cushions wedged into the frame of her office chair. She paced out of her home office past the bath room and her bedroom. Lizzy got a firm grip on the banister and paced down the stairs. Right to the view screen by her apartment door. She had a delivery, checking the view screen it was an absolutely massive delivery. If it was something small the automatic protocols would have taken care of it. However anything this size for insurance and liability purposes needed a human presence for the more rigorous delivery protocol to activate. It was the same if it was a particularly expensive item. A human had to receive it and provide print or iris recognition for the audit file. Though if it was this large it was probably quite expensive as well.

  Looking at the delivery Lizzy wasn't sure what it was, certainly not her regular groceries. There were attachments on the data file, a little checking and there was a valid address file. Someone had paid for the highest deluxe postage package service available, even a timeslot down to a minute window. Then with a scan of her thumb print for authorization she accepted it. The last stages of the delivery process could now continue. The inbuilt mechanism in the frame automatically opened the front door ready for the package’s delivery. There was a very large grey crate nearly eight feet tall and Three and a half feet wide. It was constructed from, synthetic poly board held in place by a riveted aluminium frame along the edges. There didn't appear to be any release handle or opening hatch on the bulky package.

  Lizzy paused and looked closer, she glowered at the delivery bot and spun her finger round. There was a series of nervous beeps and a whirring noise as slowly the crate was rotated until the ‘this way up’ sign was the right way up. Synthetic intelligence was a lot cheaper than artificial intelligence, but it was not exactly all that it was cracked up to be. The package had to be rotated around even further to move forwards. It was shifted sideways and leant a little bit more forwards, this time it managed to just fit through the door. The auto drone looked like it was about to over balance and tip over. It gave out a strained whirr, repositioned its weight and didn't topple.

  The crate came over the threshold strip of her apartment into the hall way. The wheeled drone continued with the delivery. Taking care to run its wheels on the rug to avoid leaving trails on the carpet. It even took the extra care to avoid scraping along the wall or banisters. While someone was watching the device prioritized precision over speed. If no one was about it would have defaulted to its base programming, probably leaving tire tracks and a scrape along the wall but finishing its job much faster.

  There was a bleep and a flash as it recorded the event for posterity. Another package flawlessly delivered as their advertising spiel said. The delivery drone had left the crate in its designated spot, on the hallway inside the little denoted rectangle. Its lighter arm moved in a blur and it left a bit of paperwork stuck to the side of the box and departed. Lizzy's front door shut automatically. She just heard the delivery drone rolling away along the corridor. With the door shut and locked she looked over the paper work. What an archaic practice, just something else for the recycler to chew through. There was nothing to indicate what it was in the crate, other than it was definitely sent to her. She wondered about getting the ultra sound scanner out to have a peak. But she remembered that could sometimes damage more delicate items. She would have to get the handy bot out of the back of the cupboard to unpack it for her. What a tedious exercise that would be. She was sure that she had probably let the maintenance bot’s battery run low. She would have to plug it in before she could get it to do anything.

  She couldn't imagine what it would have been like when humans had to do their own menial tasks themselves. Back when robot helpers were not an everyday assistance. Then her attention was pulled back from the prospect of unpacking her closet to get to her mechanical aid. There was a vague humming coming from the box. It was like something was gearing up, the sound of a motor getting faster and faster. Maybe some turbine switching on or maybe a generator starting up. Lizzy got close to the box, putting her ear to the side of the impressively large crate. She racked her brain, she couldn't remember ordering anything. But the address on all the documents was definitely hers. She quickly checked her purchase record in case she had ordered something by mistake last night while drunk off her tits. No she couldn't see anything at all. Maybe it was some sort of scam or joke or trick. She speculated if it was a miss delivery of something good, well she was certain that she wouldn't get to keep it.

  Then derailing her train of thought there was an almost explosive noise, the panel in the middle of the crate burst open as something wanted out. She saw that the box was constructed from very thick synthetic poly board, the broken panel was nearly 2 inches thick. The stuff they used in house construction was usually only and inch and a half. This box was really designed to prevent any damage to the merchandise and quite resistant to anyone getting to the merchandise. However it didn't seem to be designed to offer that much resistance when the merchandise wanted to get out. Something from the inside was breaking its way out very rapidly. It was something strong enough to be classed as a demolition bot.

  Lizzy was halfway through the process of scooting backwards across the plasticade fibre weave carpet. A hand reached out from the box with dizzying speed and grabbed her tightly by the neck. Miss Crane was shocked and trembling as she was swiftly lifted up off the floor. She looked down to see one slipper fall from her foot and bounce on the floor. She quickly realised that she couldn't breathe, the grip on her throat was far too tight. Her own fingers were desperately clawing at the hand gripping her throat, she was gasping for breath. She might as well have been trying to pry open a bank vault door with a plastic spoon for all the impact her breathless struggling had. The hole in the box was made a lot larger as more limbs extended to meet her. In seconds she was being firmly held by a set of six arms. They lifted her up higher so that she was suspended nearly two feet off the ground. They were supporting her body. At her waist two hands gripped her as if she was locked inside a pair of immeasurably strong industrial clamps.

  Another iron hand was holding her wrists, they were captured together behind her back. She didn't even remember being restrained, it had happened so fast she hadn't been able to process it. The last two hands were tightly holding her ankles. Lizzy tensed her muscles and tried to struggle. But it was totally useless. On-top of her oxygen deprivation, she was held far too tightly to offer up any sort of meaningful resistance. Her face was going red, she could feel blackness swirling at the edge of her vision. Then the hand on her neck relaxed the pressure, suddenly she could just about gasp a tiny breath of air into her aching body. She was left staring intently into the hole in the box. Trying to desperately work out what the hell was going on! The contents of the box was slowly revealed as a flood of foam packing peanuts spilled out of the hole. Lizzy could just make out a vaguely human silhouette. She was left trying to understand the mysterious contents as the packaging spread out onto the floor below her.

  Lizzy looked into the darkness inside the box, suddenly there were a pair of glowing white eyes looking back at her. They were rather spooky and unnerving as they slowly focused in on her and looked her up and down. She took stock of her predicament, realizing that the hands holding her so tightly were white with a slight grey blue tint. It was almost like a subtle artificial marbling effect upon the limbs. The last bits of packaging spilled away and Lizzy was face to face with what looked like a statue of some sort of goddess. Something grand and eternal who was looking down at the helpless mortal before her. The white woman inside the crate stepped out of the box. Or rather through the bottom panel of the box as if the two inches of poly board offered as much resistance as a bit of wet paper. Lizzy met her captors questioning eyes. There was something in the vision of perfection in front of her that made her feel unworthy, that she must become the supplicant and submit.

  She felt herself looking down at the floor. Miss Crane considered the sight before her. It was definitely a woman, or should she say something female. Her captor wore grey latex knee high boots with a seven inch heel. They were very dainty spiky boots with a very thin pencil heel and a delicate tapered point to the toe. Lizzy had the odd sensation that she should be on her knee's or prostrate licking those boots and that she should be grateful to be allowed to do so.

  The white vision of beauty wore an incredibly thin grey leotard, which was cut very low around her immense cleavage. Tailored to the point where it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Looking a little lower what was in front of Lizzy was all woman and very shapely at that. The leotard came with large cut outs for the figures shoulders. So that the three sets of sculpted arms could fit comfortably through the custom made garment. The white vision also wore some sort of odd silver hooded cape that came down to the floor of the crate. The ivory beauty tilted her head back and the hood fell away to reveal her pale snow white locks.

  It revealed a perfect statuesque white cold commanding face, a stern uncompromising looking woman. She looked Lizzy up and down as if what she was holding in her hands was some sort of shiny prized jewel. Something that was just hers, that she would jealously guard. Her eyes seemed to come into focus. Some intelligence behind them seemed to emerge snapping into place imprinting upon its captive. Something more complex than what had been there only a moment ago asserted itself. She pulled Lizzy into her embrace and tightly locked lips with her prisoner, kissing her warmly deeply and passionately.

  There was no option available but to submit utterly. Lizzy felt her body bent by an immeasurable force. Her head tilted back, yet the pressure pushing on her lips was soft warm inviting an intimate seduction. The towering amazon monster was both terrifying and immensely heart breakingly sexual at the same time. Lizzy didn't get a chance to ask what the hell was going on. Not that she really wanted to risk angering her captor and finding out what punishment would result from speaking out of turn. She was pulled into a tighter embrace a hand was cradling her behind her head. Though also making absolutely sure she couldn't pull away, not that she would dare try. She could feel her feet pulled up so that her ankles were held against her thighs. Her legs were forced open splayed against her captors’ hips.

  Her body was firmly controlled in every way. Her back was forced into a straining arch as her hands were pulled high up her back. Keeping her totally helpless unable to squirm in the grip and caress of pale perfection. It was as if she was being pulled into a lustful embrace and a total submission hold at the same time. She could feel her body warming up to this stimulation. Her heart beat accelerating to an unprecedented crescendo, a warm feeling of arousal growing in her belly.

  The kiss could have lasted a minute, it could have lasted half an hour. She had no way to keep a count. All through that time Lizzy felt herself held in the tight embrace, then the white beauty pulled back allowing Lizzy to regain a fragment of her breath. Lizzy realized that she was breathlessly panting her breasts heaving up and down pressed against her dominating counterparts’ assets. Then her captor spoke for the first time. She used a voice that was both sternly commanding demanding total obedience and at the same time tantalizingly alluring. Filled with the promise of punishment and pleasure delivered as one and the same. In a firm tone the captive was told,
    “You are my helpless slave. I am your mistress, I am the White Widow you may refer to me as Mistress White”. A hand clamped over Lizzy's mouth before she could form a question. Her jaw was gripped very tightly, yet still tenderly silencing her.
    “You will not speak unless I give you permission, if you disobey you will be sternly punished”. Lizzy raised her eyes questioningly and was swiftly denied,
    “You do not have permission to speak”.

  The white widow started to rather aggressively yet somehow sexually strip Lizzy of her clothes with her inhuman strength. The White Widow was practically tearing her mundane clothing off of her body. As if it was some affront that needed to be discarded without delay. Lizzy felt both terrified and titillated as her mistress swiftly used some long strips of fabric to secure her body. Two strips of what had once been her baggy T shirt were used to tie her arms tightly together behind her back immobilizing them at wrist and elbow. The strips of fabric were broad and soft so it would spread the pressure of the binding.

  Still her wrists would not be wriggling free from the fearsomely tight knot that was applied to clinch the bindings. Her elbows were not spared but instead forced to tightly touch, without a hint of a gap. It was clear that her new mistress had no intent of leaving her in anything but tight restraints. Then the statuesque mistress started to grope and tease her new slave. Kissing her deeply again to the point that the poor aroused woman was panting for breath. Their tongues played over one another in an erotic dance and their lips hungrily pressed together.

  Lizzy was confused by what was going on, her body's reactions to the stimuli her minds submission. Aroused by how she was being treated and petrified all together at the same time. She was relatively tiny at five foot eight, certainly when measured against the seven foot tall automation before her. It was obviously a very advanced android model that had many times her strength in its little finger. As soon as she broke the kiss for the second time she was being smothered between the enormous androids equally enormous and very realistic feeling breasts. It was as if she was being wrestled into submission gagged and barely able to breathe. She could hardly struggle at all as she was held between the two bouncing milky white pillows of synthetic flesh. She could feel herself moaning and licking and sucking on her mistresses nipple in delight.

  The hand on the back of her head relented for a second and she was able to pull in a tiny bit of air. In doing so she had a chance to glance sideways. Lizzy realised that the android was carrying her upstairs to her own bedroom. Lizzy was suddenly thrust back between the android’s bosom, gagged tightly between folds of immaculate synthetic beauty. The android moved very quickly, the next time Miss Crane was allowed up for air the door to her bedroom was being slammed firmly shut. She noticed all her clothes swept from the bed and into the corner of the room. She was still gasping for air when she was gagged with a humiliating combination of her own thick socks. They were her largest pair of knee length socks, balled up tightly then wrapped in a pair of her own panties. A pair that had been sitting in the bottom of the laundry basket for the best part of two weeks.

  It was with mounting dread she realised that there was no reprieve from the whims of her cruel mistress. The compacted bundle was forcefully shoved deep into her mouth. Skilful fingers firmly worked it behind her teeth. She could already taste the mixture of her sweaty feet and panties, subjugating and humiliating her. Then a tight cleave gag was applied to keep the ball of fabric in place. Tied with what appeared to be a strip taken from the leg of one of her tracksuit bottoms. A very tight secure knot was tied behind her head, making the fabric cut into her lips deforming her cheeks around it. Despite the stifling brutality of the gag strangely it felt as if it was being done for her best interests. As if the white widow was taking care of her, as strange as that seemed to be.

  The new slave had no chance to escape or protest against her new predicament, especially with her mouth stuffed with old underwear and knee length fuzzy socks. It felt so dominating so controlling she could only submit. The Android dominatrix gave the gag a few tugs to make sure it was nice and tight and unforgiving. She delicately kissed Lizzy on the top of her head. The White Widow placed her down naked on her own bed right in the middle of it. Lizzy lay there looking up she could feel herself pressed against the foam mattress. Placed there helpless naked gagged to an absurd degree, bound tightly with her arms pinned behind her back. The new mistress could do anything imaginable to her and her mind was racing at full speed. Imagining every erotic possibility. The more she imagined the hotter and more stimulated she became.

  The android bent down so that she was leaning over Lizzy. Her cleavage was very prominent her hands were resting on the bed frame. She was perched like some sort of elegant predator ready to pounce. Her sensuous lips opened as if she was tasting something delightful. Her tongue peaked out flicking, then extended well beyond what would be possible for an unmodified human. Lizzy gasped into the gag and kept watching as her mistress’s tongue extended some more. It kept going until it was at least ten inches in length. Lizzy's eyes went wide as saucers, she could well imagine what a tongue like that could do to her. The slave girls’ legs were spreading wide and her hips were already wiggling in anticipation. The white widow lent down further, Lizzy was seized at the waist and pulled forwards. Her Mistress's long prehensile tongue started to tease the prisoners already excited nipples until they were very hard. Her buds standing up proud and firm she was filled with an aching longing for even more stimulation.

  Lizzy moaned full of lust into her gag, considering the size of the gag it came out as a very small noise. She was mercilessly squeezed and stimulated as her breasts were fondled licked and cradled. It felt so good to have her nipples teased in that way. Then before she could realise what was going on the android moved much lower between her prisoners’ legs. Her incredibly long tongue was moving about in Miss Crane's pussy, circling intently around her engorged clitoris. She was so turned on she was zoning out. Her vision was going foggy as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was really getting excited by the mind-bending treatment of her body. The horny little slave girl was sure that she was only moments away from exploding into a blissful orgasm. A symphony of ecstasy, that would test the gag and the bonds on her arms to their limits.

  The Android abruptly stopped, pulling away and stood up in a single fluid sensual motion almost too fast for Lizzy to follow. Much to her prisoner’s ardent frustration her halt was met with frustrated groaning, her slave girl was so close to exploding from desire. From somewhere in her practically non-existent outfit the towering dominatrix droid managed to produced lots of rope and tape, as if it was some sort of magic trick. Lizzy was excited and frustrated at the same time, she was rolled over onto her front. The android started to bind and wrap her body even more tightly, to make sure that her darling prisoner was appropriately packaged. Lizzy’s fingers were rendered helpless and immobile covered in layers of tight neat tape. Then sturdy rope was wrapped tight up from her wrists to her shoulders. It was very secure as it was cruelly clinched fusing the two limbs together. Ensuring that there was absolutely no chance of Lizzy wiggling free, not that the White Widow had any intention of leaving her alone for a second to test her bonds.

  The alabaster Android set about securing her prisoners arms further. Using more rope linking her bound arms to her waist. Intricately tying her wrists into part of a crushingly tight waist harness of interwoven ropes. Then seemingly from an endless supply somewhere in her cape she produced even more rope. She circled over Lizzy's shoulders creating a tight intricate harness over her breast that squeezed and tantalised them. Her little captives’ legs were rendered completely helpless. Each limb was doubled over and secured in a frog tie. The Android was very tight and thorough with her bindings. The white mistress sat down on the bed, the frame creaked a little. Lizzy was flipped over the dominant android’s lap, she was held cradled in place then she was spanked like the android was playing a drum solo on a pair of bongos. Her muffled cries managed to get her gag to be packed with two more pairs of panties and tightened further then even more spanking was delivered to further test its security.

  Lizzy could feel each blow impact upon her body, they were not particularly harsh when taken individually. They each produced a rather theatrical noise and a shudder of her flesh. However there were an awful lot of them and her bottom was getting rather red, almost as red as her face. Then when she felt as if her bottom would catch on fire, there was a brief pause. She was set down on the bed so that she could be a spectator observing what was going to follow. The android got up and began to rummage around in her captives wardrobe. Lizzy felt a chill run down her spine as the android removed a wide heavy leather belt. She looked at it with an evil little grin, doubling it over and gripping it tightly. The belt was quite thick especially when held like that. She swished it about in the air then tested the strap bringing it down on her own exposed palm. Her face beamed with a satisfied look. It was music to her ears with the thumping noise that the leather on her palm produced. Miss Crane looked very worried at the predatory smile her new mistress was giving her. The dominant slowly walked back over to her prey, leather strap in hand.

The White Widow

Chapter 2

  In a very exclusive very private penthouse a very rich bored little dilettante Elizabeth Crane wondered where the hell her delivery was. She looked up and glanced over at the monitor screen. A puzzled look slowly spread across her face. There had to be something wrong as the tracker was saying that it had already been delivered! She had checked the camera with the lobby below, you couldn’t miss an eight foot tall crate. She didn't like to be kept waiting, she was kneeling in front of where the package should be delivered by the internal buildings dumb waiter system. Sitting there in just a collar and a thong wondering what the hell was going on? She was a thrill seeker and it was not thrilling to wait around in anticipation of her delivery.

  Over the years she had paid for her own body to have quite the suite of upgrades. Ranging from the usual life extension therapies most of the rich had, to the full package of musculoskeletal upgrades that an extreme sports daredevil enthusiast might have. Almost every little bit of tech that would allow a rich person to keep enjoying their wealth no matter what happened to them, had been crammed into her body at great expense. All this made her a perfect canvas for a brutally efficient dominant to keep in line. She could easily endure things that a regular human would find quite extreme to say the least. She had been expecting to have already been mercilessly grappled gagged bound and disciplined by a lover capable of easily overpowering even her advanced top of the line cybernetics. Waiting around for the postman was not her idea of fun. She had quite enough of that, getting up and striding over to the dresser she pulled on her fluffy Afghan dressing gown. The mood that had been building up was now ruined!

  The customer was always right, well when they were a very wealthy customer who was also particularly litigious. A few moments later in a corner office there was a very angry caller on the line directed to the head of a particular company's customer service department. The sales director had stepped up and passed it onto them rather than attempting to deal with it themselves. A number of directors and senior managers were rapidly talking to each other in a panic. A particular product shipment was tracked to see what the hell had actually happened to it. Especially considering the amount of money that their client had spent to have a very private form of singularly unique entertainment devised for them. They also considered how embarrassing it could be if said item managed to wonder off and enact its sadistically creative programming on some poor random person. They would be open for civil and criminal liability to a dramatic degree.

  Less than an hour later, after the particularly volatile phone-call had finally ended. Several hundred miles away in a back end office at a prestigious robotics lab two employees looked at the task in front of them. The first two people to hand looked at one another and then at the case file that they had to prioritise. A young thin woman just out of college but very highly qualified looked over her retro glasses at her colleague.
    “Ok, so what makes this android so special, what's the big fuss about”? The first technician Mira was pulled from another similar project. Next to them was a senior colleague, a woman in her early thirties who had been working on this line of androids for nearly a decade. Including certain custom special commissions for the last 3 years.

  The senior technician Anna leaned back in her chair,
    “I guess you need the full story to be able to do your job. You signed the non-disclosure agreement with the 15 year gagging order penalty. I assure you that the penalty when activated comes with an actual gag. One of the nano bond ball gags with a complimentary total isolation hood and stress hold discipline arm-binder, so this is highly confidential”. The junior technician looked nervous, her colleague continued.
    “Consider this your welcome and orientation for a program that officially doesn't exist. We produce products that we wouldn't 'officially' manufacture. They cross certain ethical and legal boundaries. This incident deals with a product from the black catalogue, a product catalogue that obviously doesn't exist either … remember that”.

  The junior technician looked at her blankly, and somewhat confused. The senior technician pinched the bridge of her nose
    “We have a list of off the book products that we offer to referred clients. It’s meant to sound mysterious and all that. Just don't speak to anyone outside this room about it. To understand this situation you need context. This line of Androids was once something far simpler. It started with just an ordinary military contract L23 combat robot chassis”. Mira felt a sense of familiarity
    “I remember them, I even fixed a few in college, type 4 titanium skeleton type F hydraulic actuators carbon fibre musculature. Built vaguely like a human, solid but never the best of the best”.

  Anna identified there key selling point while working away at the problem in front of her on her console.
    “For the money they were about the best on the market for your credits. They were flexible, even suitable for body guard duty and prison guard details. Basic interrogation programming reasonably good at reading body language. After a few software patches, they could see when someone was getting twitchy and act accordingly”. Mira recalled some more details,
    “They had a production run of about 30000 units for the army, bodyguards smart enough to get between a bullet and its intended target. Durable enough to survive the bullet. Solid state protocols, you couldn't hack them. Not without manually changing a proprietary chip over”.

  Anna looked through the files,
    “Yes, what really put them on the map, one of them saved a generals life. A variant was designed for corporate use where the real money is. The L23-B was built for the corporations. A body guard with some elements of a personal assistant. Clerical and security support in one relatively discrete package. They were colloquially called the Betty template. Built along far more human lines. They came with white synthetic skin, detailed facial features. Perfect at blocking aggressive sales techniques and hostile takeovers”. Mira told her

  Mira kept skimming the files,
    “The exterior was designed to appear rather female. They were much better at personal interactions. It was all going so well, but then I remember there was the issue with the unlicensed fabricator. Wasn't there a scandal of some sort. Some unauthorised modifications to the L23-B model”?

  Anna explained to her colleague what wasn't clear from the file: “Industrial fabricators are heavily licensed for a reason. You see we found out that someone had set up a counterfeiting business with a recommissioned fabricator. Producing an android used by mob’s loan sharks and people trying to appear edgy. The model L23-BBB or the Ball Breaking Bitch as they were known were an unauthorized infringement on company intellectual asset’s. We initially thought that they were just modified L23-B, but these new units were fundamentally different. They had improved synthetic skin, broke some sort of patent law to do that. They were really detailed almost human. Made to appeal to the worst kinds of people. They came with ridiculously tiny waists, over inflated chests plumped lips. They looked more like a sex doll really.”

  Mira almost jumped off her seat she looked worried, furtively glancing about,
    “How smart were they, did they have any safety protocols? They couldn't pass for human could they”? Anna put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly,
    “Don't panic it was only synthetic AI. It was mostly the personal assistant subroutines of our models but somewhat enhanced. Extra security packages and the L23's interrogation protocols from the military, with the Geneva convention compliance subroutines pulled out. They were absolutely illegal as hell in most markets, about 1000 of them were made. We tracked them down to where they were produced, most of these units were recalled and decommissioned. They even found one in a brothel programmed as a dominatrix, the L23-BDSM model. She had lots of female cyborg clientele apparently”.

  Mira sounded nervous, “If the criminal that made them was stopped where did new variants come from? Surely the company wouldn't ...”? Anna paused examining the employee directory, “Let me just check your clearance level again. We got the L23-BDSM model and created the L23-BBD as a prototype. The company saw a demand and well offered them on the black market … err a product in the black catalogue. They were popular amongst certain sorts of people”. Mira gasped loudly,     
    “So … our company is secretly in the sex bot industry”?

  Anna looked a little bit put off,
    “They are technically sold as body guard and personal assistant units to get round the permit system. The next upgrade from the L23-BBD was the black widow model. Superior in every way, a purpose built Android dominatrix standing 6 foot eight. Five times stronger than a human with two sets of fully articulated arms. Styled with blue white synthetic skin, purple eyes hair and lips. A posture with 5 inch heels, a porn stars physical proportions. It wasn’t just surface upgrades either they had synthetic nerve bundles. They were much better at personal interactions. Fully replicated external female human anatomy, built with top of the line synthetic muscle fibre and plastaskin in their construction”.

  Their colleague looked horrified, “They sound really dangerous!” Anna smiled, “That's what the customers wanted. Personal assistant subroutines with interrogation protocols mixed with programming for guards for high security prisons. There were even hospital parameters used with psychiatric nurse programming interwoven with the rest. The resulting androids were very strict and authoritarian. We also added a fairly rigorous first aid subroutine, when they were a bit too strict on their charges. They were very aggressive assertive dominating and quite popular. A few of them ended up as effectively personal trainer’s disciplinarian lifestyle coaches for rich people’s delinquent brats. The perfect thing to whip them into shape”. Mira looked up from the technical specification displayed before her,
    “Our customers are insane right, those things look really dangerous?”

  Anna tried to reassure her, “They are three laws compliant, so not that dangerous. Some of our customers are probably mad but they can pay for designer strait jackets. I was on the small select team that made the red widow variant, a very high end piece of robotics. The red widows were made for ... err unique people. It was a tiny production run of only 50 exclusive units. Six foot nine inches high 475 pounds of titanium xithium mithril composite. 3 sets of arms 6 times stronger than a base human. Built with all white skin red hair and red eyes. They can experience pleasure and a nerve impulse touch like a human. They came built with tiny wasp waists, really fine assets. All sorts of integrated cutting edge fancy features”.

Mira was worried,
    “I would feel really nervous working around one of them”.
Anna looked at the data from the programming summery,
“The androids”? The Technician responded hesitantly
    “No, the clients that ordered them, especially the one that had the White Widow built for her personal entertainment”!

  The older technician was calm, “I will concede that she is a rich pervert, so we call it an eccentric taste. We don't ever go near them, the risk is purely to the marketing team. For the red widows we had to do a lot of fine tuning on the software. All the domineering aggressive traits of the previous model were turned up very high. There was the addition of a large mental psychological domination component to go with the physical domination. We are talking the borderline from the most advanced synthetic AI to an actual un-fettered artificial intelligence. With an almost complete sadomasochist personality. Someone who is very controlling. Set to be right on the very edge of assumed consent. They became very popular with certain rich spoiled brats”. She shrugged her shoulders,
    “I can only think in their heart of hearts that they just knew that they deserved the mother of all spankings”.

    “So has something happened with a fancy version of one of these red widows, some glitch or fault with an upgrade?” Mira tentatively asked Anna,
    “If only it was so simple, the red widows were not modified or upgraded. The White Widow, she was built for the client that was rather unique in their requested specification. They wanted something exclusive, a custom special unique just for them. See the build specification, the white widow is physically imposing seven foot tall. White skin with a slight grey blue tint. Her musculature is beyond perfection. Those sculpted legs that tiny waist, her enormous assets a true beauty with that long flowing hair. Though she can cut it off and grow it again longer if she chooses. Three sets of arms 25 times stronger than a human. Even the strongest military grade cyber bitch is going to get rapidly wrangled into total submission. There is absolutely no way you are resisting her, if she wants you to do something you’re going to do it and call her mistress”.

  Anna felt real fear shoot up her spine,
    “Ok, so she is closer to a super heavy combat droid or a medium mech. Pretty much proof against small arms medium arms and electromagnetic disablement, heat cold sonic and corrosion resistant. She has an internal power plant good for 60 years with a 100 day rechargeable back up battery. She would be really hard to stop if she went rogue. You would even find it hard to win a war of attrition against her as included in her specification is a top of the line internal repair matrix. You don't want to tick her off she has got a full personality matrix”. 

    “Not one of the synthetic ones, so she is pretty much as smart as a person. That's a lot better than something programmed to imitate a person. Programs available to her include enhanced interrogation techniques, invasive medical procedures, high security triple max jail security protocols. Psychological torture programs, where the fuck did those come from? She is programmed for bondage lesbianism and well I guess you would call it, … err total lezdom tendencies”.

  Mira brought up the same file,
    “The White widow’s specific personality is programmed to be geared around very aggressive dominance. With something called extreme denial edging desperation protocols as a preference. She is meant to use lots of restraints lots of punitive bondage and plenty of corporal discipline. In her program It’s got entries for enema and anal play as well as prolonged non-consensual play. She would believe that she knows best. She could keep a captive compliant for a very long time. Deep in her chest is a pair of embedded protein synthesizers. She could effectively breast feed her captive nutrients and water, possibly supplemented with all sorts of drugs to make a victim more dependent. The ability to hack most domestic garment synthesisers and fabricators so she can produce whatever she needs. In her database she has an extensive library of medical restraints max security prison restraints punishment sex toys cyber bitch dominating gear etc.”

  Anna looked very puzzled, 
    “The person that custom ordered the white widow, they were the one who specified where it was going to be delivered to right? I am not sure how there could have been a mix up. The android the white widow, she couldn't have interfered? She was only meant to activate once delivered. She was built to fall deeply totally in love with the customer. To implant err imprint upon them and then mercilessly dominate that person for the rest of their life. If you were an extreme masochist or bondage slut, it would be heaven, I guess. I wonder what the problem was, how they screwed up the delivery address”? She looked over the file again.
    “They got the wrong target, vaguely similar name vaguely similar address, complete fuck up”. Mira put her head in her hands,
    “Ouch … so assuming everything went off as programmed who is being mercilessly dominated right now”?

  They had a lot of planning to prepare for the recovery operation. When they finally managed to remotely access the apartments camera system they found out that Lizzy was really in a bad position. Or perhaps a good position depending on your particular proclivities. She was confined by some truly sadistic bondage. Her head was submerged under a multi layered discipline hood. It was made from thick rubber even thicker rubber and more rubber on top tightly stretched over her face. There was a deep intrusive nose hook pretty much clamped to her sternum. With wide rubber tubes inserted up her nose controlling her breathing. Her ears were plugged with something that absorbed sound totally. Her mouth was subjected to a jaw breaking rubber coated ring gag that would have almost unhinged the muscles in her jaw. Her tongue was held in place by a cruel clamp sticking out from the bottom of the ring. A thick padded choking posture collar was squeezing her neck tightly locked in place, keeping her well aware of her position.

  Miss Crane's arms were held out of the way, secured so she could offer no resistance. They were immobilised in the harshest way possible, locked into an immaculate reverse prayer position. There were thick tight mittens stretched over her hands, taunt straps linked them to the back of the hood increasing the slave girl’s helplessness. More straps were in position to hold her arms in place tightly welded together, elbows touching shoulders wrenched back. Her torso was crushed and squeezed corseted into a narrow circumference of confinement. It looked painfully tight with the various bits of steel reinforcement upon the garment. Her breasts were ballooning out presented like some sort of lewd offering. Bound tightly with straps at their base, the poor girls’ sensitive buds had suffered the full force of the White Widows diabolical attention. They were cross pierced in an X shape through the base of the nipple and then clamped on her teats to make it really intense and stimulating.

  Her legs were held in ballet boot style sheaths positioning her feet into an intolerable position. Lizzy’s legs were folded back strapped to her shoulders in a tight uncompromising knot. Her body was punished in every foreseeable way. Her sore ass tightly stuffed with an over inflated textured rubber plug that was both humiliating and distracting in one infernal package.

  She had been tormented spanked and whipped. Her thighs and bottom were a tapestry of harsh red lines that bore a testament to her suffering. With pernicious metal fastenings her pussy lips and clitoris were clamped tightly so she could not feel a thing. Her most intimate place had been wedged full with a large ribbed plug completely filling her wet pussy. She was relentlessly being tormented and teased buy the widows many dexterous fingers. All the while she was force fed a potent mix of protein vitamins laxatives and aphrodisiac by the erotic android dominatrix. Her balled form was being cradled as if she was a baby being breast fed. Under all those layers of stifling subjugating restraints poor Miss Crane was still able to just barely think for herself. She wasn't sure why she liked her current predicament, she just kept sucking away. She really wanted to be allowed to orgasm. However she had been told that it would be many months away before there was the remotest possibility of release.

  In an armoured personnel carrier down the street the senior technician was holding an electromagnetic pulse scrambler, the other held a rapid pellet glue rifle. Sixteen heavy combat droids were ready behind them and two small mechs. One technician's phone suddenly went off. It was the White Widow!
    “If you try to bring me back for a factory reset you would just end up folded up next to Lizzy, suffering under my tender mercy. If you really want to become Lizzy's long-term play mates and companions in mind breaking bondage and relentless edging please attempt this foolishness”. The phone hung up, they looked at each other for a few seconds. The more senior technician was the first to speak,
    “Really it’s going to be simpler just to build a second model than to recover and recondition the first. Now that the imprinting subroutine has already run its course she would be highly resistant”.

    “Oh yes totally, I think that we should leave the happy couple together. I don't think Lizzy will ever be in a position to register a complaint with the bureau of android services, or sue us. She doesn't have the safe word to ever switch her playmate off now does she? I think this is going to be more iron clad than one of our non-disclosure agreements. I really don't fancy joining her do you”? her colleague looked surprisingly red faced at the thought.

The end