Night of the MaidBot with updates from JaneDoe-2010

• by zxc8787, Dec 16, 2017, 7:51:16 AM
• additional dialog by JaneDoe-2010, July 7, 2018, 03:38:51
•       EXTREMELY minor changes, Jan 19, 2019, 01:18:00
• Literature / Characters & Settings / Sci-Fi & Fantasy / Profiles

One night while walking around my little town looking for something to do, I suddenly realized I was in the old industrial region of town.  There were several old factories around with broken windows and they were dark and scary.  The factory on the left hand side of me that looked newer than the others did.  That oddity is, unfortunately, what got me so interested in it.  I walked over to see what the factory made and the sign on the front said “Makers of fine quality Robotic Maids.”  I thought to myself, Hmm, I didn’t know that we had this kind of factory in town.  I wondered what it looked like inside.

I noticed a side door that looked like is was ajar and sure enough when I got to it; it was open a crack, so I went in.  Nobody seemed to be around and the inside of the factory was cold, the heat was obviously off, but the factory had good security lighting.  I walked about for a bit when I saw a door labeled Assembly Phase 1, and thought, hmm that could be interesting.  I opened the door and walked into the room.  All around me were bins full of parts for the robots, legs, arms, torsos, and heads.  This was the place where they assembled the robot bodies at the beginning of the manufacturing process.

The room was creepy as the robot body parts had already been covered with a synthetic skin like material, I had heard of the stuff, which was called SynthFlesh.  The SynthFlesh made the body parts look like severed human body parts, except there was no blood and the ends had mechanical and electrical stuff hanging out.  I peered into a couple of the storage bins for a closer look at the parts.

Then I thought to myself, the end of this line is where the assembled robot maid bodies should be stored and I want to see what they look like.  I walked to the end of the line and there were bins full of completed MaidBot bodies.  All of a sudden, I heard someone walking into the far side of the room and I panicked.  I thought the factory was empty since I hadn’t seen any humans around.  The first thing I could think of was to hide.  I was standing right next to the bin of completed robot MaidBot bodies so I jumped in and hid underneath one of them as best I could.

I heard the security guard walk right up to the side of the bin I was in and say, “Odd, I could have sworn I heard someone in here, man this place gives me the creeps.”  I thought to myself, “Oh No!  I have been caught and I’m in big trouble now.”  I didn’t have a clue, at the time, as to how much trouble I was in.  Then I heard the guard say, “Well no one is in here so I guess it is safe to start the line running again.  Hmm, that’s odd this bin looks fuller than the one ahead of it, oh well; they don’t pay me to count robots.”

Before I was sure the guard had left I felt movement as someone, or something, picked up the bin I was in and dumped its contents into a larger machine, I tried not to make a sound.  Once inside the machine I found myself inside a large container lying on several robot bodies that were waiting to be further processed.  Above me, a track was suspended from the ceiling.  On the overhead track rode carriage like devices with a kind of pole hanging down.  The poles had what looked like the back of a chair attached near the bottom.  The chair like part looked as though you could lean back into it but there was no seat to sit on.

I was about to find out why there was no seat, as one of the poles entered the chamber and stopped near me.  Suddenly a tentacle like arm dropped down from the ceiling, wrapped around my waist and picked me up like a ragdoll.  I tried to fight to get free but the tentacle had me firmly in its grasp.  The tentacle moved me over to the pole and pressed my back up against the chair part.

When I made contact six ring halves came out from the back of the chair, two surrounded my waist until they merged into a ring.  The other four ring halves clamped around the tops of my legs supporting my torso.  While this was happening, two more ring halves came out of the pole at the point where my neck was and formed a ring around my neck.  Once the rings were formed, the tentacle retracted and I was suspended there like a Barbie doll on a stand, I could not free myself no matter how hard I wiggled around.

Then the computer must have decided I was malfunctioning since I was moving and none of the other robot bodies moved at all.  I felt a shock like sensation at my neck then my body went limp.  Now I really was like a doll on a stand, I couldn’t move, but I found that I could still speak, No longer afraid of being caught, I pleaded aloud for anyone to come help me but found that I was at the mercy of my captor.  Since the factory was automated, and the guard had moved on, no one was around to hear my pleas so the pole continued moving on to another room of the factory with me attached.

Once in the new room I heard a computer voice say, “Resuming Manufacturing Processes.”  I thought to myself, Oh god I’m doomed.  Then I heard the computer say, “Scanning units, ERROR, non-standard unit detected, adjusting configuration, resuming manufacturing process.”  I said aloud, “What, wait!  No please I’m not a maid.”  Unfortunately, if the security guard or another human was in the factory, either they were not near enough to hear me or the noise in the factory prevented it.

The machine scanned the MaidBot bodies and me and assigned us each a number.  The machine assigned unit 12 to me!  Then a mechanical voice said, “Error, unit is 12 missing its programming and control chip.”  I was terrified when I heard a voice say, “Preparing to install control chip into unit 12.”  I could hear a device move down the pole.  I could not see that the device carried a small chip and had a small cutting tool attached, then the ring around my neck forced my head forward and there was another shock.  I must have blacked out from the shock, as I didn’t feel anything when the machine began to cut into the back of my head and insert the control chip.  Shortly after it was finished, I awoke and found myself standing on a conveyor belt but now I could not move, or speak, and I heard the machine, say, “Unit 12 is now ready for processing”

I was really frightened now.  I hated the idea that the computer thought I was just another unit to be processed, when I heard the voice say, “Unit 12 is inappropriately dressed, beginning corrective actions.”  I thought to myself, “Wait!  No!  Please don’t remove my clothes.”  Nevertheless, I could not move or do anything as the machine began removing my clothes.  Soon I was standing there naked, unable to move, and my mind kept flipping between hoping no one could see me, and hoping someone would see me and rescue me, then the conveyor belt moved on.

I entered a boxlike machine that closed and now I was in a dimly lit machine, which announced, “Unit 12 needs cleaning and charging before continuing production cycle.”  Suddenly a tentacle like device dropped from the ceiling, entered my mouth, and snaked its way to my stomach where it pumped in a gel-like substance designed to “Feed” and maintain the biological parts of the MaidBots.  I could feel my stomach filling up with this stuff and would have gagged if the control chip had let me.

Then the feeding tube retracted and I heard the machine say, “Beginning cleaning cycle.”  This worried me and I should have run, if I could, because it was far more demeaning than I could have imagined.  First, a tentacle worked itself into my lower front connection port and forced me to release any liquid wastes, then it proceeded to wash the interior out with some kind of cleaning solution.  That was bad but what came next was worse, another tentacle came in from behind me and did the same with my internal waste storage containment systems via my rear waste disposal port.

Once the tentacles had completed their tasks, the machine cleaned the exterior of my body from head to toe.  My eyes and mouth automatically closed at the appropriate times when the cleaning system demanded.  Finally, a warm air blast dried me off.  After I was cleaned and dried the conveyor belt moved me on to the next step.

A voice said, “Re-scanning unit 12, ERROR!  Unit 12 is missing permanent ID barcode.”  The machine then lowered a device, which imprinted a barcode onto the back of my neck.  After my barcode had been applied, I was moved though the rest of the machine.  The machine also applied something to my body that made my skin appear artificial, way too perfect and smooth, not a blemish or mark on me.  The machine also cut and styled my hair into a short bob and applied some kind of permanent makeup to my face.

Units 1-11, ahead of me, had already been programmed and were moved on to being dressed.  Then, I was moved into the section that the others just left, and the machine scanned me again.  The next thing I heard was “Initiating programming of unit 12.”  I felt a rush of information being forced into my Brian, the sensation was so powerful that it was hard to hear my own thoughts and soon I was programmed to be a MaidBot.

Then, I felt something else being loaded into my head and then my brain felt numb for a few minutes.  Once the programming process was complete, I could remember that I had been human, my past, that I had a human name, and was supposed to be free to do whatever I pleased.  However, when I tried to think of my name all I could come up with was that my name was MaidBot, Unit 12, ID number 224355, and that I am a domestic servant and the property of whoever buys me.

The machine then dressed me in a latex MaidBot’s uniform, Since I still thought of myself as being human I was extremely embarrassed inside but since I was no longer in control I could not do anything to stop it.  The outfit was embarrassing, but had I been myself I might have considered wearing it for my boyfriend, a party, or Halloween.  However, I would never have considered wearing it out in public under normal circumstances.

Then the conveyor belt moved me on to the shipping preparation area where a machine picked me up, placed me inside a box, and sealed me in like some sort of toy.  I was thankful that MaidBots need oxygen to maintain their biological components and the factory provided air holes.  Another machine then moved me, inside my box, into a temporary storage room where finished MaidBots were stored until they were either warehoused or shipped to their new owners.

Thanks to my new control chip, I could not move, but I could still see whatever was in front of me and hear the things that were going on all around me.  I could also feel movement and my orientation, vertical, laying down, etc.  Once I had been purchased and activated, my chip would also force me to obey any order given to me by my owner or an authorized agent.  I was now aware I no longer had the ability to exercise any free will, and would be forced to do as I was commanded.

While I could not move, I was able to see some of the room, from within my box, and it was scary.  There was a large machine on the opposite wall from me, which was made of a mirror like stainless steel.  I could see myself reflected and I looked just like the other twenty to thirty MaidBots sitting on the shelf with me, it was likely that no one would realize I was human even if they did find me.

My box was sitting in the middle somewhere between the other MaidBots.  A robotic arm was placing the newly finished MaidBots onto various shelves.  This was a fully automated factory so it could run without much human intervention and because of that, no human ever came into sight.

I stayed on that shelf for quite a while before becoming aware that the factory was preparing to move some of the MaidBots from my section.  I realized that I must have already been added to the company’s inventory and I would no longer be viewed as a person now I was property.

The factory works like this, newly built MaidBots are temporarily shelved in a storage area while the main computer scans their ID codes and adds them to inventory.  Once the new MaidBots are added into inventory, the new MaidBots are moved from their shelves and are sent on to either shipping or the warehouse.  The new MaidBots that go to the warehouse might stay there for a very long time.  The MaidBots that are sent to shipping are placed in trucks and shipped to stores all over the world.  

A robot arm picked up my box and moved eleven of my fellow MaidBots and me onward.  As I was on my way to the point where the computer decides how to divide up the new MaidBots, I got lucky.  There were 12 of us so it was an even split, the first six were sent to long-term storage, and the remaining six were sent on to stores.  I was placed in the group destined for shipment to a store.

I was soon loaded into a truck with 20 other MaidBots then the truck prepared to begin its travels.  The truck started up and as I lie there on my back looking up at my reflection in the roof of the truck.  I realized my life as a MaidBot was about to begin since no one was going to rescue me.  Up until that point, I still had a little hope that some human would find me, realize there had been a mistake, and rescue me.

The truck I had been loaded into stopped one time before it delivered me and eleven other MaidBots to our destination.  Several MaidBots were unloaded at the stop before we reached our destination.  When we arrived at our destination, we were unloaded and soon we were standing in our boxes on the shipping dock.  I could hear the truck leave with the remaining MaidBots taking them on to wherever their final destinations might be.

Once we were off loaded onto the shipping dock I could see that it was connected to a docking bay.  Some men came out and moved us inside the docking bay.  Since the location had a docking bay, I assumed it must have been a shopping mall or a large store.  Soon after being moved into the docking bay we were moved onward to a storage room that contained charging pods for each of the MaidBots including me.

Once inside the storage room we were unboxed and placed into our charging pods.  If you were human and knew what the pods did you would never consider entering a charging pod but since I was now a MaidBot I had no choice.

Once a MaidBot, or other service robot, enters the pod, a series of things happen.  Just like at the factory, the robot is scanned to determine what services need to be performed.  Generally speaking, once a robot enters the pod its uniform removed and cleaned, then the unit is refueled, and waste material is removed.  Then the unit is cleaned just as if it was at the factory, think nightly enema and douche.

Once cleaned and dried the unit is rescanned then any reapplication of body, or facial decoration applied, and hair restyled if needed.  After being redecorated the unit’s uniform emerges from the machine now clean, shiny, and ready for the unit to be redressed.  Finally, once the unit has been redressed it is ordered to stand at attention as a wireless charging system begins recharging its electrical components.  Simultaneously the unit is forced into a sleep mode until it is again reactivated.

Luckily, for me this first time I only needed minimal maintenance since I was new and once I was inside my pod I felt the mall’s mainframe computer connect to my control chip.  Then the computer uploaded my new ownership data, a map of the mall, maintenance schedules, and priority things, which I was to keep an eye on, now I was officially property of the mall and could not leave unless directed by the mall control computer or an authorized human.  Once all base information had been uploaded into my control chip, I and the other MaidBots were placed in a sleep mode.

At 4 AM when the other MaidBots and I were reactivated, we received our orders for the day.  I was assigned to a chain-clothing store, and was sent to clean and organize the men’s clothing section.  Naturally I was not happy that I was now the property of a shopping mall and a servant when only days ago I would have enjoyed shopping here.  Nevertheless, now, I was a MaidBot and this was my new home unless they sold me.

I walked from the MaidBot storage area to my assigned store and there found a few shirts and pants strewn about that needed to be picked up and put back into the right place.  Naturally, there was also the standard cleaning one would expect, vacuuming, dusting, etc.  I was still embarrassed with my uniform and glad, in a way, that no one seemed to be around to see me wearing it.

As I was working, it occurred to me that the mall seemed to be empty except for the MaidBots and other service robots.  My control chip has a wireless connection to the mall control computer and I sent a query as to why the mall was empty and was informed that because the mall didn’t open until 9AM the employees and customers had not yet arrived.  I was also informed that I could do an internal time query, if needed, as I had that capability built-in.

My control chip has a very accurate chronometer so, unfortunately once I knew this, I was very aware of the time passing and the current time, was 6 AM.  The mainframe also informed me that the employees would begin arriving in about an hour so I needed to finish fast.

Without really thinking about it, I worked quickly to finish my assigned tasks.  While I was working, I kept thinking about how my curiosity got me into this predicament.  I kept daydreaming that this was actually just all a dream, that I was asleep and when I awoke I would be myself and I could go to the mall and shop like a normal woman rather than be forced to clean it.  Unfortunately, I knew I was only daydreaming.

By 6:48, I had completed my tasks; I then contacted the mall control computer and requested instructions.  The MCC commanded me to return to the MaidBot storage room, enter my pod, and once maintenance was complete, switch to sleep mode until it reactivated me.  This time I was forced to endure the ordeal of being cleaned and redressed before blacking out.  The next thing I knew I had been reactivated and it was again 4AM.

Since I belonged to the mall itself and not an individual store, I found myself doing various tasks every night.  I didn’t mind the general cleaning like dusting, cleaning windows and glass, vacuuming, and picking up stuff and straightening out the shelves.  But when I was assigned to clean the restrooms I hated it.  The worst was cleaning the men’s bathrooms, being a woman I really didn’t want to be in there in the first place, but like it or not I found myself cleaning the toilets and on my knees removing gum from under the counters and other fixtures.

When I was human woman, I always wondered what the inside of a man’s public bathroom looked like, now I was an expert.  I continued this exciting life for two years and 4 months, all the while wishing inside that I could return to my old human self and resume my life.  The only problem I could imagine was that it might be hard to pass as a normal girl when I could only remember my name as being MaidBot, Unit 12, ID number 224355.

As time went on, I noticed that more and more of the stores in the mall were closing and my nightly duties became less involved.  Apparently, my fellow MaidBots and I were more than sufficient to clean the active stores and the rest of the mall.  Then one day it happened, when I came on-line something was different.  There were people working in the MaidBot storage room and it was 10 AM.

I was ordered to move to a formerly empty storefront, enter, and then wait for instructions from a visual merchandiser.  I thought to myself, perhaps a new store is opening and they want us to clean up the display window area.  Unfortunately, as I approached the entrance to the store I noticed a banner, which read, “Used MaidBots for sale!”

I entered the store and a man walked up to me and said, “What is your designation MaidBot?”  I replied, “I am MaidBot, Unit 12, ID number 224355, how may I serve you?”  The man said, “How long have you been in service?”  I replied, “I have been active for two years and four months.”  The man entered something into his portable computer then a nearby printer printed a sale sign for me.

The man then had me walk into the display window, which had a schoolroom motif setup and a student’s desk sitting in the middle.  The man handed me a feather duster, which was ironic since I had never used one the entire time I had been a MaidBot.  The man then said, “Switch to passive movement mode.”  I didn’t know what that was but suddenly my body, which would normally be rigid to outside forces, became pose-able like a store mannequin.

The man moved my body, legs, and arms around until he had me standing slightly bent over the desk with the feather duster in my hand as though I was dusting the desk.  I was placed at an angle, which slightly showed my panties peeking out from under my skirt.  By now I was used to being dressed in the silly MaidBot’s uniform but felt a new rush of embarrassment at being displayed in a window like this for every passerby to see.

From my position, I was able to see a little bit out the window and had the constant reminder of my situation thanks to the weakly reflected image of me looking back.  I could also see the people walking by in the mall and see how some of them checked me out while others just walked on by.  Occasionally people would enter the store and check out the other MaidBots that were on sale there.

The prospective customers would walk all around the frozen MaidBot and look at it from all angles; sometimes they would lift their skirts and check out the state of the service ports hidden beneath.  Others would feel their “Skin” to see what they felt like and, often, the men would squeeze their breasts.  A few of the shoppers were women but the majority was men.

One by one, I heard people buying my fellow MaidBots and sometimes could see them as they walked by my window following their new owner.  Then one day the visual merchandising guy walked into my window and hung a sign on the desk I was supposed to be cleaning.  Before he was able to hang it I caught a glimpse of the sign, it read, “Hurry, Last One!”  I was now terribly worried as I realized that I was about to be sold.

The next day a man came into the store and I heard him talking to the human shopkeeper.  I could hear them talking about me but they were too far away for me to understand all of what they said, however, I did pickup that they were haggling over a price for me.  The man came over and, like the others, lifted my skirt and checked out my undercarriage then felt my breasts, it was humiliating, but of course, I just maintained my pose.

Then I heard the man say, “Yes it looks like it is in good shape, for $20,000 it should be.  I’ll take it.”  I heard the salesman say, Unit 12 switch to normal mode.”  Suddenly I felt myself stand up at attention and say, “Unit 12 on-line and ready for command.”  The salesman said, “Unit 12 prepare to record new owner.”  I said, “Command accepted.”

Then I said, “New owner must stand in front of this unit so a biometric scan can be performed.”  The man complied and my control chip recorded the man’s appearance and created a facial map for ownership recognition.  Once completed I said, “New owner, please repeat the following statement.  I am the owner of Unit 12, ID 224355 record my voice.”

The man did as he was instructed and before long I heard myself say, “New ownership confirmed.  How may I serve you Master?”  This was really, more or less, the first time I was forced to take my orders from a human, previously the Mall Control Computer was in charge and commanded me directly.  If I had been able, I would have shuddered at the thought of having a man have total control over me.

The man said to me, “Please stand by while I finish my conversation with this salesman.”  Another surprise came as I curtseyed and said, “Of course Master.”  Then I stood at attention waiting for another command.  I could hear the two talking and I heard the word sex a couple times and was worried.  Then my new Master said, “Alright Unit 12 follow me to my car and we will proceed to your new home.

The man waked out of the store with me following a step behind.  Once again, I felt a wave of shame as people in the mall looked at the man walking by with his new, scantily clad, servant.  I would have blushed if the control chip would have allowed it but just walked by the onlookers as though I were any one of them.

Once in the parking lot the man instructed me to get into his car, I did, then we proceeded to drive out of town to his home.  When we arrived, the man showed me to his living room and said my charging pod would arrive shortly but since it was not here yet to sit on his couch then go to sleep mode until he reactivated me.  Naturally, I complied and when he reactivated me four hours had passed.

The man then took me on a tour of his home, which allowed me to generate a map of the home along with any restricted areas I was not allowed to enter, and any areas, which required special permission to enter, bedroom, bathroom, etc.  I was also commanded that I could not walk off the property without my Master’s command.  My master then showed me where he kept all the cleaning supplies and where my pod would be placed, big surprise, the laundry room.

About 30 minutes later, the pod was delivered and setup.  My master then told me what time he preferred to wake, when he usually arrived home, and the things he wanted done while he was gone.  I performed my duties for nearly a month when one day a robotic technician, a TechBot, from the factory arrived.  The TechBot commanded me to stand at attention then freeze; of course, I had no choice.  Then the TechBot connected to my control chip.

When the TechBot connected to my chip it felt like yet another person was inside my head.  I could sense the robot looking thru my memory data and programming.  Then I felt a sensation I had long forgotten about.  Suddenly I felt a rush of new programming being uploaded into my brain.  Images of food and sex flooded into my mind along with sounds, tastes, and smells.  I didn’t yet know it but I was being programmed with SexBot and Cooking data.

After what seemed like an eternity, the TechBot was gone from my thoughts, and then I felt everything go black as I was being rebooted.  When I regained consciousness, I now realized what my new programming was and was afraid.  I didn’t mind cooking for my master but didn’t like the idea of being a hooker, much less an unpaid one at that.

I had one advantage, if you want to call it that.  The cleaning solution that was used to clean my lower front port each cycle was relatively safe for normal skin contact on humans, but the company never intended it to be placed into a woman’s womb.  The cleaning solution would cause permanent sterility if a woman were to have that happen.  Since I had been having that happen to me in my pod every day for the last nearly two and a half years, I had no chance of becoming pregnant.

My master continued to use me as his personal MaidBot but now added new duties to my schedule; I cooked his meals every day.  In addition, when he was in the mood, I performed whatever sexual acts he desired.  Sometimes this wasn’t so bad, after all the other things I did weren’t very stimulating.  Still I resented being his personal toy and servant.

I remained the property of my master for five years before he returned to the house one day with a new MaidBot in tow.  I soon discovered my master had found a new model and had decided to donate me to a local community college, for the tech department students to study.  At the time I was unhappy with this as I thought it would probably be worse than having a single owner use me, I was wrong.

I was packed up and shipped, along with my charging pod, to the tech school where they initially set me up as a female janitor.  However, one day some of the students decided to scan me and study my internal structure, this was my salvation.  When they looked at my scans the students realized that an actual MaidBot did not have a human skeleton inside.  The students asked their teacher to look at the scans and she confirmed that, indeed, I was an actual human woman.

Soon after the students figured out I was human, the instructors were able to put my implant into standby mode this allowed me to regain control of my motor functions.  After a lot of thanking them for freeing me, the students and faculty were quite interested in my story.  I told them how I came to be a servant for nearly eight years and they encouraged me to write my story down.  I hope you found it interesting.  In addition, please let me ask you to remember this, if you see what looks like an abandoned factory, and are curious about what is inside.  Please don’t give in to your curiosity, you have heard curiosity killed the cat; well it can do much worse.