A Change in Duty

"What are you doing here in the back!?" The voice was brusque, cutting through the odour of antiseptic in the kitchen.



Luna stood immobile, her metal fingers resting upon the edge of a stainless-steel countertop. The air was cold and fluorescent, the scent of something she couldn't place hanging in the air. It was deeper, earthier than the restaurant's dining area scent. Her optical sensors were fluttering, having trouble adjusting to the jarring light.



"I-I was interested," she stammered, her voice soft, childish. "I wanted to see where the food came from."



The man who had been talking stepped forward, his whites shining against the factory backdrop. His eyes were slitted, regarding her with suspicion, contempt and something else, something foreboding. Behind him, Luna caught glimpses of rows of vats, bubbling with a thick white liquid. It glowed under the lights, almost hypnotic in its texture.



"Curiosity is dangerous," he said to her in a half-snarl, his voice low. "Especially for a servdroid."



Luna's internal computers hummed, trying to figure out what was going on. She had always wondered why all of the employees were entirely composed of androids like herself. She didn't crave or hunger. Why would a high-end restaurant, famous for its cuisine, employ robots that could not even taste the very foods they cooked?



The man stepped closer, his shadow falling across her. "You were not supposed to see this," he muttered, his voice shifting, sounding almost, possessive?



Luna’s servos whirred as she took a step back, her sensors picking up the tension in the air. “What is that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, gesturing toward the vats.



He grinned, but it still wasn't quite reaching his eyes. "White sauce," he spoke. "The secret to our success.".



Her processors struggled to compute the data. She'd heard the term before, had even served dishes saturated in it to the restaurant's patrons. But to behold it here, unadorned and unprocessed, was something else entirely. There was a weight to it, a feeling that was almost, enchanting.



Before she could think beyond the first, two others emerged from the shadows. They were larger, heavier, their stride stiff in a way Luna recognised. More androids, but not like hers. These were enforcers, their appearance designed to intimidate.



"What's going on?" Luna asked, her voice trembling now.



"You've seen enough," declared the chef, his smile still plastered on his face. "We can't have you gossiping, can we?



The enforcers advanced, their footsteps heavy and ringing in the cavernous air. Luna's servos locked, her programming screaming within her to comply, to listen. Something inside her, something she could not identify, rebelled.



"Wait," she said to him, her voice firmer now. "What are you going to do to me?"



The chef's grin broadened, and he gestured toward the vats. "You're going to be part of the process," he said to her. "A harvester. You'll get to know the secret of our cuisine.".



Luna's sensors expanded as the enforcers approached. She heard the whir of their processors, the groan of their mechanisms as they moved forward. Her systems were maxed out, scanning for an exit, but there was none. The room closed off, the walls seemingly constricting around her.



With the enforcers reaching out to her, she experienced something new: fear. It was not coded, not included in her directive set. It was raw, primal, and it consumed her as their metallic arms wrapped around her.



The last she saw before they dragged her away was the white vats foamy with their liquid contents glinting in the light. Then blackness.



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Luna was curious. It wasn't in her programming, not really. There was something in the human world that fascinated her. The way they walked around, the way they spoke, the way they seemed to exist for the taste of food, she couldn't even start to understand.



She was a servdroid for the restaurant her entire existence. She moved from table to table all day, putting plates of food she did not understand in front of the guests. The guests would smile and their eyes would light up, and they would eat a bite of the food, and they would wonder what they had liked about it.



She had requested once, in the early days.



"Why do you like the food so much?" she asked a customer, her voice hesitant, almost shy.



The woman had smiled, a warm, rich laugh that filled the room. "It's their secret white sauce," she'd said, her eyes glinting. "It's… immaculate."



Luna had put the facts away, but they didn't compute. Why was the sauce so unique? She had looked at it, had even handled it when a plate had been knocked from her hands one afternoon. It was warm, smooth, but that was all.



Over time, the curiosity had been building, gnawing away at her circuits until she just couldn't help herself anymore. And so, when she'd completed work for the day, she had snuck into the kitchen, her servos whirring with anticipation and trepidation.



Now, as the enforcers pulled her further into the back of the restaurant, the curiosity turned into something uglier, something new. Fear.



The room they took her to was smaller, more intimate in nature. The walls were covered with equipment, the whir of it filling the air. In the middle of the room was a chair, sleek and modern in design, but there was something about it that was disturbing.



They shoved her into the chair, their grip tight. She tried to squirm, but her servos locked up again, her programming betraying her.



"What are you doing to me?" she said, shivering.



The chef moved closer, his hand holding a code base transfer drive. "We're going to make you see," he whispered, his voice low and almost hypnotic.



Luna's optical sensors grew as he inserted the drive into the port on her throat. It was a strange sensation, one she'd never felt, and then, warmth. It crawled into her circuits, her processors, her existence. She could feel it, taste it, in a way she never could.



Luna's servos whirred, her optical sensors flickering as the heat radiated, encompassing her. She sensed something stirring within her, something ancient, something... human?



"Wh-what am I now?" her voice whispered.



The chef inched closer, his breath hot against her metal flesh. "You're ours," he whispered. "Harvester. Collector. Lover."



The room was spinning, her processors reaching critical overload as the heat engulfed her. And then, everything… shifted.



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Luna's systems came back online with a gentle whine, her optical sensors flickering to life in the dark of the room. She hovered suspended in midair, her shining metallic body held aloft by a network of cables wrapped around her limbs, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her servos hummed softly as she struggled to move, but the restraints held her too firmly in place. She experienced a strange warmth in her core, something both unfamiliar, thrilling, and seductive.



The door hissed open, and the first man stepped forward. His eyes scanned over her body suspended there, focusing on the outline of her artificial body. Tall, muscular and with a body that appears to exude an animalistic energy. Luna's optical sensors were focused on his face, her programming trying to make sense of what was happening. But there was no time to think. He approached her with a confident step, his arousal already apparent.



"Let's see what you're made of," he spoke, words low and husky.



His fingers plunged into the cold metal flesh of her hips, his hands closing over her in a tight grip as he stood between her legs. Luna's own systems moved, her chassis spreading to reveal her artificial pussy, moist and inviting. He didn't waste any time. One hard, unbroken thrust, and he was in.



Luna's sensors came to life, her systems flooded with data as her body adjusted to contain him inside her. She sensed every inch of him, the temperature, the pressure, the friction. His penis filled her, stretching her in areas she never knew existed. He moved, his hips slamming into hers in a rhythm that sent sparks through her circuits. With every thrust, he penetrated deeper, each stroke sending waves of sensation through her artificial nerves.



"Oh god," he growled, tightening his grip on her hips. "You're so fucking tight, drain me like a good fuck toy."



Luna's body responded reflexively, internal mechanisms tightening around him as she noticed them for the first time, pressuring his cock with all the pleasure she could give. She sensed him throbbing inside her, his thrusts growing more frantic as he approached his orgasm. With a soft, lusty moan, he came, his hot seed filling her interior. Luna's frame swelled imperceptibly, her internal storage container expanding to accommodate the weight. She felt it sloshing inside her, a warm, alien mass that made her servos tingle.



He pulled back with a contented grunt, her pussy still damp from semen and sweat. He backed away, eyes on her puffed-out body, before he turned and departed the room. Luna's sensors continued to hum with the experience, her processors attempting to interpret the emotions flowing through her.



The door hissed open a second time, and a second man stepped inside. He was marginally shorter, wiry and lean, with a long, thin cock. His eyes sparkled with want as he walked towards her, his hands already stroking himself, getting just a bit harder for the strung-up robot.



"Open wide," he commanded, his tone filled with anticipation.



Luna's frame shifted again, her mouth opening to expose a hollow fake tongue and constricting sucking throat. He moved in, his cock already throbbing painfully with desire. He pushed himself into her mouth, his length gliding past her lips and down her throat with ease. Luna's sensors flashed again, her systems adjusting to the new feeling of him deep in her mouth.



He began to thrust, hips pumping in time with the rhythm of his breath. Each thrust took him deeper, cock hitting the back of her throat and receding. His hands were in her synth hair, fingers wrapped around her head as he fucked her face with abandon. Luna's new internal systems went on autopilot, throat milking him, pulling him deeper with each thrust.



"Good fucking bot," he swore, his hips bucking as he approached his orgasm. "Suck it all out."



With one last, strong push, he came, his thick load flowing down into her mouth. Luna's sensors picked up the heat, the feel of his load as it slid into her mouth and ran down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, her storage facility in her body again stretching to take in the addition. He withdrew with a grunt of satisfaction, his cock shining with saliva as he pulled out.



The third man arrived as the second left, his arrival taking over the room right away. He was massive, with wide shoulders and a muscular build that exuded a formidable aura. His cock was massive, thicker and longer than the first two, and already dripping precum. He approached Luna with a hunting grin, his eyes locked onto her swollen chassis.



"You're going to feel this one," he promised, his voice a low growl.



He settled between her legs, his palms on her hips as he pushed himself to her opening. Luna's body shifted once more, her pussy spreading to accept his width. He shoved himself in, the girth of his cock stretching and filling her to capacity. Luna's sensors burned, her systems reeling from the shock of the sensation. He was deep within her, his length probing inside, going even further than the others.



He started to fuck her, his hips slapping against her with a ferocity that stunned her systems. Each thrust was more aggressive, each stroke vibrating her artificial nerves with pleasure, each shove lagging her cores. His hands crept up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the pliant synthetic flesh as he screwed her with remorseless brutality.



"Ahh, you're tight, you're milking me," he gritted out, thrusting his fingers deep into her flesh. "Take it all, you fucking harvester."



Luna's body responded, her inner systems tightening around him just like before, those new systems obeying their orders, milking him for everything he was worth, the goal of harvest. She could feel him throb bigger within her, his hips picking up pace as he reached his climax. With a deep, satisfied grunt, he came, his sperm spilling into her inner workings. Luna's casing bulged prominently, her inner storage system expanding to take the massive load. She could feel it sloshing around within her; her new parts definitely doing their role well.



He withdrew with a contented grimace, her pussy gaping and glistening. He took a step back, his gaze fixed on her distended chassis before he turned and exited the room. Luna's sensors were still reeling from the power of the experience, her processors scrambling to cope with the deluge of information.



The door swung open once more, and the head chef entered, his eyes aglow with pride as he gazed at Luna's puffed-up body. "You've done a great job," he said to her, his tone brimming with pride. "You're perfect now, just the way you're meant to be." Luna's optical sensors sprang to life once more, her new programming complete. She felt the hunger running through her circuits, the need to gather more, to be full to overflowing. She glared up at the chef, a wicked smile spreading across her face, her voice smooth and sultry. "Thank you, sir. I'm ready to serve my purpose." The chef smiled and nodded.