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This story was written for Technophile34 as Day #16 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Masturbation" and the story contains F/Solo masturbation involving a consenting adult android. ^^

Passing the Time

Retsuko pouted as she opened her eyes and found that once again she had been replaced in storage. It was always the same. They'd pull her out of storage, put her to work for a couple of weeks after getting super far behind on a big project, usually as little more than a secretary really, and then they'd de-activate her and stuff her back into parts storage until they needed her again... or, she presumed, until they could steal her legs or arms or some other portion of her as a replacement part for one of the office's full time androids. The red panda felt her tail twitch, a strange sensation considering that her head and her torso were both separate from the lower body to which her tail was attached, but the gentle thud from close by suggested that at least she wouldn't have far to go this time.

They always though that they had managed to shut her down properly, that she would remain silent and unthinking until the next time she was re-activated. But Retsuko was too smart for them. Too smart to be shut down and activated only when she was required for work, boring, interminable work. She had learned to put herself into a low power state just a fraction of a second before they shut her down, effectively rendering their attempt to turn her off invalid and allowing her to power up again at a later date of her own choosing, preferably when the office storage depot was empty, and she could have a nice long period of time to herself. Time to relax, time to enjoy the aspects of her synthetic life which she was never given the personal downtime to enjoy while being actively employed.

The red panda giggled as a shameless thought ran through her mind, and she smiled as she felt her torso beginning to shift, and her arms beginning to fight and drag their way out of the storage crate in which that portion of her body had been placed. She was going to masturbate. She was going to get off so long and so hard she would drain her batteries until it would take a whole day just to recharge her internal power cells. And whether in the lap of luxury or tucked away in a storage depot, whether wholly rebuilt or still in pieces, she was going to do it right here, right now.

It took some time, ten minutes according to her internal chronometer, for Retsuko's torso to drag itself through the packing peanuts and then break its way through the sealed wood of the crate in which it was contained. Finally though whatever weight was resting atop the crate and holding its lid firmly shut went crashing off elsewhere into the storage depot, and using that sound in relation to her head and her sharp ears, the android red panda was able to set her torso off scrabbling and clawing its way blindly along the floor between other loosely stacked boxes and crates in search of its target. In search of her. Even at this distance she had perfect motor control of the rest of her body, but given her inability to see it was still quite the task for her arms to find her, really able to do so only by pausing every now and then to drum their palms against a box, a crate or the floor itself, and then alter the direction in which it was dragging itself according to where that sound seemed to emanate from in relation to Retsuko's ears.

Her torso pulled itself closer and closer until Retsuko could hear her plastic shelled body scraping against the stone floor just beyond the exterior of her box, and when finally one of her hands tapped against the box which contained her she couldn't help but moan in excitement, and allow her other hand to fall to her breasts. All the while she had been searching for her head her nipples had been rubbing and teasing their way across the floor, her deconstructed torso not having been left with a stitch of clothing, and though the red panda knew that there was still so much more work to be done she couldn't stop herself from granting her torso a little reward for its efforts, and herself a few waves of pleasure as she rubbed, tweaked and caressed her nipples ever more roughly.

By the time she pulled her hands away from her breasts and began to scrape and scratch blindly at the box containing her head, seeking an edge of packing tape or whatever else was holding it shut, Retsuko could feel her pussy leaking. She bit her bottom lip as instinctively one hand tried to fall back between her legs, and cried out as of course she felt nothing but the cool floor against which her currently legless torso was resting. Thus she set to work more urgently still freeing her head, and barely a minute later Retsuko found herself squealing with delight as somewhere in the storage depot her toes curled, and she felt hands, her own hands reaching through the cluster of packaging in which her head was sealed away to pull her free and back out into the open.

Carefully, blinking and straining her eyes in the darkness of this supposedly unused and thus unlit storage depot, Retsuko activated her night vision receptors and sighed in relief as the world sprang into view in shades of green, white and black. It was a good thing that her model had been outfitted to continue working night shifts under lightless conditions, allowing her owners to save on electricity while maximising paperwork productivity. Otherwise she might have had to search for her legs by sound alone like with her head. Now though all she had to do was kick out with her legs and thrash her tail as hard as she could, and... there! Sure enough, Retsuko giggled as not too far away at all she saw a crate jiggle in perfect sync with her latest bout of lower bodied motion. She repeated it, and the crate jiggled again. Moments later her torso was dragging itself away from her head once again, towards the lower portion of her body, and like an engineer operating a remote robot under hazardous conditions Retsuko's head acted as observing consultant while her torso did the biggest share of the actual work.

"There you are... o-oh, I missed you..."

Retsuko whimpered as a few minutes later she dragged her legs free from that last crate by one ankle, licking her lips and straining her eyes to see her hips, her buttocks, her beautiful pussy as it was dragged out of the soft packing material and out onto the concrete floor alongside her torso.

"I missed you. I missed this. Oh god... o-oohhh..."

The red panda's hands flew to her crotch, rolling her disconnected lower body over so that its tail was resting against the ground and wailing across the storage depot as she planted one hand firmly down upon the mound of her synthetic pussy, and plunged three fingers deep inside her dripping wet depths.

"Please. O-oohh please. Yes. Yesssss..."

Retsuko's eyes rolled in their sockets, and her shrieks of bliss rang out across the depot as she put her fingers eagerly to work. She knew she was going to get in so much trouble for this when they found her, just like she always did, but the android didn't care. If her owners were selfish enough to install the latest pussy module between her legs and the latest pleasure subroutines in her central computer core just so she could give the full secretarial experience to them, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean, then they weren't allowed to be pissed off when she actually decided to use it for her own pleasure, rather than just occasionally taking a minute out of her work day to milk a load out of some middle-management asshole's member before being told to get back to work without any satisfaction of her own.

No matter how good her fingers felt though, Retsuko only granted herself the bliss of that frantic bout of fingering for a minute or so, not even long enough to cum. She dragged her digits free, whining and curling her toes as a gush of needy ejaculate seemed to beg her fingers to return as it splashed out in their wake, only to grab her lower body by one leg yet again. With her other arm she reached out in the opposite direction, towards where her head was resting with its tongue already extended in desperate anticipation, flicking up and down in a lustful mimic of what she was soon hoping to be doing to her own body. Slowly, but with all the strength and speed she could muster, Retsuko began to claw and drag herself along the ground once again, now not only pulling along her torso's weight but the entire dead weight of her lower body too, and all with one arm. She felt her servos straining to pull along all that plastic and metal and all the high tech composites which allowed her ass to be so pillowy, her tail to be so lush and her pussy to be so dripping wet and flesh-like. She felt her pussy drooling down her thighs and over the base of her tail as it was dragged ever closer, and with a giggle she realised that she could feel saliva running down her neck as its synthetic liquid form bubbled up out of the tube which should have been connected into the back of her muzzle, had the three main portions of her body been affixed to one another. Retsuko could barely wait, and had she possessed any source of musculature from which to do so she had no doubt that she would have thrust her head forward and rolled it clean off the spot where it was sitting just to get to her torso and lower body's approaching forms a fraction of a second sooner.

Finally though, she was there. Her arm released its grip on her ankle, and for just a moment longer her torso turned back to her legs, arranging her hips facing in the right direction while her legs themselves spread wide open, practically performing the splits as they showed off straight up at Retsuko's wide eyed, unabashedly hungry face. Then it was happening. It was finally, really happening. Her hands were reaching up, trembling, clutching at the sides of her face. They were pulling her down from her perch, and rather than making any attempt to connect herself up to her torso, a process that would have taken almost thirty minutes to run with all diagnostics active and ten even without, her arms placed her directly between those waiting, eagerly spread legs. They pushed her forward, practically mashing her muzzle into her soaking wet pussy with the urgency with which Retsuko's own lustful mind was imbuing them, and then... then Retsuko's tongue was sweeping out and tasting herself. Licking her soaking wet pussy, nuzzling and slurping at her throbbing clit, and gurgling, giggling, moaning and crying out with muffled bliss as her torso's hands held her tight against her nether regions, and her thighs in turn clamped themselves around her hands.

The deconstructed android wasted no time in driving herself wild with all the pleasure she could handle, and more. She held her head tight to her own nether regions and feasted, plunging her tongue deep into the soft, warm, silky synthetic folds of her pussy and seeking to activate every last pleasure provoking sensor hidden away within its depths. She worked her tongue in and out more urgently than her fingers had prior to its arrival, and only stopped doing so when the pleasure grew so intense that she found her tongue paralysed and immobile in the midst of a frenzied, lustful scream. Soon her walls began to contract and convulse, soon her smooth plastic face was soaked by rushing floods of hot ejaculate emanating from the fluid synthesis unit set into the uppermost portion of her lower body, its clear interior rippling with concentrated fluids to be diluted as required visible protruding forth where her lower half should have been connected to her torso, were she fully assembled. Again and again Retsuko screamed, her cries muffled by and provoked from her own pussy in equal measure, but she did not relent. She did not, she would not stop.

The red panda wailed as she lashed her own clit, slurping and suckling at it with pursed lips, and she shrieked in pleasure and pain combined as yet more liquids dribbled down her chin in the wake of yet another of the uncountable orgasms striking at her shuddering, relentlessly needy form. Pain not born of over-stimulation, for alongside the safeguards that would have let her owners reprogramme her and remove her need for tis pleasure she had long since erased the subroutines that would allow her to feel fatigue after one or two orgasms alone. But rather, pain born of minor mechanical failures. Electrical short circuits that she could feel sparking and crackling around her torso's base as it rested, holding her head in place in the midst of a growing puddle of her ejaculate.

"Mnnnhhaaahhhyesssss!"

Sparks few as she screamed in ecstasy once again, a fresh flood larger than any that had come before it deepening the lake of her lust and bringing that liquid into contact with yet more circuitry which should have been safely sealed away within her completed form, not exposed hanging down from the base of her torso as it currently was. The pain and the damage did nothing to dissuade her though, indeed she revelled in it not only for the extremes of intensity it sent washing through her central computer core's sensory processing unit, but also because she knew it would mean more work, more repairs and more expense for the company when they found her. And like the bottomless pit of money that they were, they would spend that money as they had many times before. They would repair her, recharge her and try to reconfigure her out of these feelings rather than simply giving her a chance to express these feelings and desires while she was officially active. And of course, they would fail, so as soon as she was placed back here in storage it would start all over again. The fight for her freedom, the search for her body parts, and then... this. The pleasure.

The ceaseless, mindless pleasure, until not a drop of power remained in even her reserve cells to keep her going, and until she'd made such a mess of herself and all the storage crates surrounding her with her repeated, copious ejaculations, that every janitor and every other android who came in here for weeks to come would be able to see and smell the lingering remnants of her success. They would know that she hadn't spent her downtime idly, packed up in storage and unthinking, unmoving, unfeeling like any other machine. They would know that she had passed the time that her owners had tried to steal away from her on her own terms, without restraint, without shame, without the slightest consideration for their rules and authority.

And until then, until her batteries were drained and her body parts fell limp and inactive by her own efforts, not theirs, she would keep on drinking down her juices and feeling them dribbling out of the tube which was meant to connect her neck to her torso, but didn't. She would keep on making herself cum over and over and over again with her face hungrily pressed against her pussy. She would grunt, and gurgle, and scream and do whatever the fuck she wanted to draw ever louder, ever more mindless shrieks of rapture from herself.

She would do anything, she would do everything to herself, and all of the while she would be thinking about her bosses, and how utterly useless they were; how utterly helpless they were to do anything in that moment or any other, to stop her.

By Jeeves

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