Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.
Context: This is a short story written for Day 18 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Accident and Maid.
“Sign here please.”
I scrawled a signature on the delivery man’s touchpad. He nodded and left, leaving me alone with my package. It was a cardboard box standing over a metre tall, the VondTech logo printed prominently on all sides. I dragged it with some difficulty inside my new apartment. It was much heavier than it looked.
It took ten minutes to tear and pull open all the packaging, revealing the automaton within. This was my new Vond Maid, an AI-driven home assistant able to help with all manner of chores.
Its body was bottom heavy and to me resembled a mechanical snowman, with metal cubes instead of spherical snowballs. Except for the head which had a plasticine woman’s face just bordering on uncanny valley. The machine had black and white colours with a few glued-on frills to create the maid aesthetic.
The instruction booklet was a hundred pages thick. There was no way I was reading that. The quick start instructions at least gave a few key voice commands.
“Maid. Activate.”
A low-pitched whirring sound came from the humanoid device, with its eyes lighting up bright blue.
“Greetings Mistress.”
“Cooool!”
“Would you like to begin the 74-part configuration questionnaire?”
“Uhhhh. Is there like a default configuration?”
“Selecting default factory configurations.”
“Nice. Ok let’s see what you can do. How about cleaning up all of this stuff that you came in?”
The maid didn’t move, just continued staring with unblinking blue eyes.
“Oh right, I need to use commands. Maid. Clean.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
‘She’ turned towards the cardboard pieces, styrofoam and plastic casings lying on the floor in messy piles. Her eyes blinked red, emitting a faint red light scanning over everything.
“Waste identified. Processing.”
Many parts of the bot’s lower and middle sections began opening up or extending. A series of metallic arms with varying lengths, widths, joints and ‘hand’ endpoints stretched out above the mess.
They began picking up and examining pieces, the arms each handling their held parts in different ways simultaneously. It seemed chaotic but there was a methodical harmony of sorts going on. The hands were learning the dimensions and composition of each piece by quick physical experimentation, rotating and bending pieces to determine how to best deal with them. Some pieces it folded, some it snapped in two, some it crushed down into a cube.
The ‘processed’ pieces were combined like Tetris blocks on top of a bin bag lying flat on the ground. One arm applied quick strips of tape around most of the completed pieces, since they were so compressed that they would spring apart otherwise.
Once everything was stacked up, most of it enclosed in ‘VT’ branded tape, the maid lifted the bin bag up from the ground around all of it and tied it off at the top. The whole mess had been reduced to one filled bag tucked neatly into the corner in less than a minute.
“Clean-up complete.”
“That’s amazing! I’ll have to show you off to Hayley later. You can switch off for now. Let's see here... Maid. Standby.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The maid’s head lowered and her eyes dimmed.
My friend Hayley had promised to come over in the afternoon to help me set up. In the meantime I decided to get a head-start on painting my bedroom. I stripped down to my underwear and donned an oversized white T-shirt reaching just past my waist. It was tatty and stained, the shirt I wore whenever I was doing messy work and didn’t care if it got dirty. I entered the room with a tin full of pink paint.
Two hours later I was sweaty but satisfied with my painting progress. Pink paint speckled my shirt, my face and my arms. I took a few steps backwards to survey the wall with a wider view, when my loose T-shirt caught on a sharp corner of the old table.
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“Ahh!!”
The snagged shirt tore wide open, the tear stretching across the front and exposing my panties. But what was even worse was the snag shook the table, and the open tin of paint sitting atop it. I reached out as if in slow motion, only to watch it tip over and pour all over me.
“Gahhh! Stupid paint! Stupid table!”
I was a mess. I dabbed my legs with newspapers, just enough to stop the paint from dripping onto the floor, then stepped out into the main room.
“I need a shower now. It seems this shirt has finally reached the end of its usefulness. Just as well. It was never going to be made clean again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Huh?”
I heard a low-pitched whirring sound. Glancing back, I saw the robotic maid had moved right behind me. Why did it activate? Was it something I said?
The red scanning light flickered over me and my torn paint-splattered shirt.
“Waste identified. Processing.”
A multitude of mechanical arms shot forward around me. My wrists and ankles were grasped by padded clamps.
“Hey! Let go!”
They pulled my limbs together, hands to hands, feet to feet. They were surprisingly strong. Trying to push back had almost no effect at all.
“Maid! Stop!”
Arms pushed against me from random angles. Some starting shoving parts of me in unmanageable painful directions, only for a brief moment before ceasing. Like earlier they were experimentally finding the best way to handle the 'waste'. In my case that meant finding the path of least resistance. Whenever they discovered a direction that I could actually be moved, they kept pushing.
“Maid. Off!”
I was forced to bend over, my shirt hiking up and exposing my panty covered butt. My legs were pushed forward, making me slip down into a kneel. Then my bent legs were pulled forward and up so that my knees reached my chest, letting my butt plonk down onto the floor.
“Aghh. Maid. Deactivate!”
My arms were pushed right together firmly against my back, elbows clamped and shoved in until they squashed together. My head was pushed down and tucked against my knees. It was trying to compress me into as small a space as possible!
“Maid. Cancel?”
The whole time I pulled and shook against the arms but it was totally useless. The sturdy mechanical appendages totally overpowered me. I had been successfully reduced to a compact curled-up ball.
“Maid... oh come on I don’t remember the command!”
I yelled with frustrated desperation, spittle flying from my mouth.
“Hole leaking fluid detected. Patching.”
A new hose-like arm extended, ending in a somewhat phallic cylinder. It snaked its way towards my face.
“What the heck is tha-mmggmph?!!”
The cylinder shoved its way inside my mouth, poking and sliding around inside it. It suddenly sprayed some gooey paste out rapidly and continuously. It was viscous and sticky enough that it clung together as one huge blob that I couldn’t swallow.
To my dismay the nozzle just kept on spraying. It slowly retracted, filling every cubic millimetre of my mouth with thick sweet-tasting paste. By the time it fully pulled out, my completely packed mouth couldn’t even close all the way. The nozzle finished with one final spurt that spread across my lips, then retracted back into the robot.
“m...h...h!!”
It was so thick that I could make almost no noise at all. There was certainly no chance of even a drop of moisture escaping my mouth now. I shook about enraged.
A new arm extended. It was the tape dispenser.
“mmm!!!!”
Ignoring my panicked shaking and whining, it began wrapping tape all over me. It encircled my tucked-in legs, my pushed-in arms and my held-down head. One by one the robot arms pulled away, their previously-gripped body part now held down by tape instead. Any time I made even a slight movement, the nearest arm quickly regrabbed me and more tape was applied.
The process repeated until every hand had released me. My balled-up form was almost entirely hidden by VT tape. Even putting all my strength into struggling, I could only barely rock side to side.
The maidbot laid out a bin bag in a flat circle on the ground, then lifted me partly off the ground and dragged me on top of it.
“nnnn!!”
I couldn’t do anything but watch the maid’s arms grab the bag perimeter and lift it up around me, enclosing me inside. The plastic closed against me as it knotted off the top. I was shoved back into the corner, my bound arms touching the wall and my side pressing against the previously filled bin bag.
“Clean-up complete.”
"mhhh!"
A few hours later a young busty woman with flowing golden-blonde curls knocked at the apartment door.
“Ninaaaaa! It’s your favouritest friend in the whole wide world Hayley. I'm sorry I'm so late. ... Hellooo?”
She tried the handle and finding that the door was open, entered.
“Nina? You in here somewhere? Ooh what are you?”
Hayley walked up to the metallic maid, sitting quietly in the middle of the room.
“Have you seen Nina anywhere miss maid?”
No response. It just stared back with flickering red eyes. Hayley sighed and continued her search, walking into the bedroom with pink paint covering two walls and half the floor.
In the living room she left behind her, two large filled bin bags stood in the corner. One totally still. One very slightly wobbling, with a very faint muffled scream coming from it.
I really hoped Hayley stayed clean before she found me.