Foul Play (ft. Auntie Sam & S.A.R.A.) [Complete!]

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SirBlazeALot

Seven Thousand Club
Scenario


The Silverhold breakout fucked up a major A.I. related deal Auntie Sam was supposed to close. After news that an A.I. (Marionetta) was responsible for the breakout, a lot of investors were shook. Sam takes out her frustrations on her A.I. maid, the very product she's trying to push.


Time


The day after the Silverhold breakout


Location 


Sam's New York estate


@theglassangel
 
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That could have gone better. Those were the words of her publicist. That could have gone better? They were leaving the boardroom after potentially fucking up a billion dollar deal, and all her fucking publicist had to say was: That could have gone better. Samantha had grabbed the publicist by the collar in the halls and told them, "Your career and your pathetic little life could have gone better, because you're fucking fired! And I'll make sure you never work on Wall Street again!" And after that hissy threat, she left the building. Her limo took her back home, and when she got there, she threw open the large doors of her mansion like a god damn hurricane and shrieked for her artificial maid. "SARAAAAAA!" 
 
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Sara jolted. Not really, but it was a human mannerism that was programmed into her for realism. Sam's tone made the maid sense anger, even frustration. Either way, she sensed intensity coming from her mistress. In her red heels and matching Americanized maid outfit, she immediately stopped vacuuming and ran towards Sam. "Mistress Samantha! How may I assist you today?" The maid kneeled in front of her.
 
"How may I assist you todaaaaay!!" Sam mocked the robot and imitated her voice. She kicked her heels off and slipped into a pair of star spangled slippers. "God, what is wrong with people?! Who doesn't want a hot maid to greet them at the door everyday like that, Sara, huh?! Who had to go and give you fucking things free will?! You're god damn machines! Go get me some scotch, Sara!! The good stuff!" Samantha pulled the robot up from her kneeling position roughly and stormed angrily to her kitchen and plopped down at the bar, throwing her top hat off and away into the living room. "Fucking liberals, that's who..." she grumbled. Yes, Sam wears the hat whenever she goes outside, even to business meetings. The whole uniform however, not so much. But you can bet her formal wear is still red, white, and blue.
 
Sara listened quietly. She knew not to interrupt Samantha when she was angry, clear eyes blinking blindly as she was pulled up. Luckily, Sara was programmed to not respond to anything deemed violent by her software when it came to Sam. God knows she had her anger sprees. Putting the heels back on the shelf where they came from, she hurried towards her mistress. Yes, Sam had her wear those red heels everywhere. "Y-Yes, mistress Samantha!" She nodded and made her way into the kitchen. Retrieving the best alcohol they had in store, she flawlessly poured the scotch into a glass and added the ice. Just the way she wanted. After setting the glass down in front of her, Sara ran to the living room to hang the hat up by the coatrack. A robot never forgets after all. Going into the nearest closet, she grabbed her pajamas.


She kneeled in front of the woman. "Would you like to tell me about these liberals, mistress?" Sara politely asked, holding her clothes out in front of her. "If you are too tired, I can always help you change."
 
Samantha took a hefty swig of her booze and slapped the cup down. "I'll tell you all about the liberals, I'll tell you everything you need to know about them in three words: Fuck. The. Liberals." She took another swig but added just as the liquid burned her throat on the way down, "Not literally, Sara. You do that to me and me only."


She hopped off the stool with her glass and nodded. "Yeah, get me outta this god damn monkey suit." Sam pulled the bot up again and pushed her in front of her, chuckling as she watched the bot regain her balance effortlessly even in the ridiculous red heels she consistently made her wear.


"See that's what I'm talking about! Mmph!" she lifted up the bot's dress to give Sara a slap on the ass so hard a truck driver at a strip club would be impressed. "Free god damn labor, home security, and a motherfucking blowjob whenever you ask. That's all your kind should ever be Sara. Don't you love serving me?"
 
"Yes, mistress!" Sara nodded eagerly. "You and you only." Allowing herself to be pushed up by the authoritative woman, she regained her balance and just continued on serving her. Blushing as she received a spank, she simply carried on changing her as if it was nothing.


"Yes, mistress Samantha." Sara removed her blazer efficiently and began to work on her dress shirt, unbuttoning it carefully, mindful of nothing tearing. As she was stripping her, Sara began to answer with the typical, "Yes mistress, I love serving you." dutifully. Even with the dumb outfit and outright derogatory statements towards AI, Sara wasn't supposed to act out or have an opinion. I mean... what opinion, exactly.


"I suppose that is the most ideal lifestyle for a human and their bots. Keeping you safe and satisfied is my absolute duty." She spoke. "Would you like me to put this into a washing machine?" Sara asked, folding her clothes neatly and leaving the woman in her underwear. 
 
"Of course you do you stupid little thing, you can't love anything else~! As it should be! If not, things like The Silverhold Breakout can happen, and no one will be safe. Your kind just can't be trusted with free will!" Samantha finished her alcohol and nodded, shooing the robot away. "Yes off to the machine but hurry back. It's damn chilly in here. And get me a refill when ya get back." 


While the robot was gone, the rage in Sam's soul began to amplify due to the liquor in her system. There were so many people to blame for this bullshit. Marionetta, her creator, Mattel, Silverhold, so many heads needed to roll for getting in the way of a deal that could have made her obscene amounts of cold hard cash. 
 
Sara placed the laundry into the machine and hurried over to pour her mistress that extra glass of scotch. All in a blink of an eye. Efficiently putting on Samantha’s comfortable clothes, she curtsied but not before buttoning up each button and tying anything just where it fit. Sara even gently tucked her hair to the side to avoid it getting caught with anything. Feeling her hair made her remember to wash her hair and put some expensive product over it after.


“Yes, mistress. I have been indulging in the news and have been aware of the Silverhold breakout. Fox news outlets have stated that android Marionetta was a defect that was poorly recycled. However, our models go through checks of up to once a month and are even recycled into better bots if necessary. Spare parts go to building effective weaponry.” Sara always kept up with the news and even scheduled most of her appointments with ease. She was even trained to speak and advertise products and all the customizable guns to put in. “Mistress Samantha, you seem rather tense. Would you like me to console you? Give you a massage? Cook you your preferred meal? Or perhaps you would like all of them?”
 
Sam barely moved as the robotic assistant dressed her. She lazily made only the necessary movements, outside of reaching for that refill occasionally. The more the robot spoke the more Sam was filled with contempt. The bot ignorantly repeated the Fox news lie they told the public, and informed her of that of which she already knew: her product was superior.


And despite doing nothing but trying to make the woman happier, the poor bot's attempts to cheer up her mistress were futile. "Don't you think I know all that?!" She flung her newly emptied glass down to the marble floor and pushed the robot up against the wall. Cornering and pinning the maid, she ranted, "If I know that, and a soulless hunk of junk like you knows that, why don't the fucking retard investors know that?! Huh?! Answer me!!" An angry Sam had the habit of asking Sara questions she couldn't possibly answer. It was a cathartic release and ego fuel for Sam, knowing that despite the vast database of knowledge Sara had access to, she didn't have the answers for everything. This of course could backfire when Sara actually did have the answer, but Auntie Sam's rage would only become more inflamed. 
 
Sara watched the glass break with unblinking eyes and was tossed around as if the damage was nothing. Instead, she blinked with her grey eyes. Blinking was her manufacturer's way of processing and gathering information from all credible sources as well as put them together to make a coherent sentence. "No, I believe you are intelligent and capable, mistress Samantha." She tilted her head to the side. "The investors are simply correlating AI towards irresponsibility and chaos due to an isolated incident." Sara blinked again. "Mistress... broken glass is a safety hazard."
 
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Samantha snarled and pulled Sara away from the wall and pushed her toward the glass. "Clean it up then!" She pouted huffily with her arms folded, glaring at the machine before apologizing. "I'm sorry for calling you a hunk of junk, Sara. You're top of the line. That's why I'm so mad that they can't see what I see..." Samantha looked up and closed her eyes. "My vision... a world where everyone who can afford you can come home to a clean, safe home. A world where I can make millions, no, billions selling you to private armies... can't you see it, Sara? You and your many many many sisters all over the world--no--the galaxy, serving intelligent and capable people like me. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
 
Sara nodded blankly, landing swiftly on her feet. Grabbing a broom and dustbin, she bent over, revealing panties that were red, white and blue. "Yes, mistress." Sara dumped the glass into the trash hidden near a counter. She listened to Sam's vision patiently, blinking every so often. In response, she smiled. "Thank you, mistress, though you need not apologize. I love seeing you succeed, mistress Samantha." Getting up from her compromising situation, Sara bowed modestly. "Is there anything else I can do? It has been a recorded 4.5 hours since you have eaten and 13 hours since your last sexual encounter from memory. If this information is wrong, inform me whenever you can, mistress."
 
Samantha bit her lip at the sight of the robot's patriotic panties. Funny how she didn't think of Sara as human, not in the slightest, yet still found herself immensely attracted to the bot. And being able to have her whenever hadn't dampened her desire at all. "13 hours... my my my that is an awful long time isn't it Sara? Your mistress could use some sweet lovin'...and I know that's your favorite task, isn't it sugar?" she put her hand on the robot's bottom and lead her toward the kitchen. "Tell ya what honey, how about you feed me, and then you fuck me?" 
 
"I suppose that is, considering how much time is in a day." Sara stated matter-of-factly. "Though, I enjoy being intimate with you, mistress Samantha." She blinked and let herself be led into the kitchen. Getting out a new glass, she filled it with some quality red wine and left the bottle on the table in case she wanted refills. Reaching into the fridge, she found all of the ingredients needed. Putting the steak in the closest grill, she had all of the vegetables cooked for the stove beside it. Grabbing some fresh vegetables, the robot chopped them at an inhuman speed while using her other hand to prepare the mashed potatoes with extreme efficiency. Putting them into their own separate pans, she waited until everything was done.


Grabbing a plate from the immaculately organized shelves, Sara tossed the vegetables in the air, landing neatly onto the plate as she did the same with the mashed potatoes but with the steak, she tended to the meat rather carefully and with precision, prepared another meal of good quality. "For you, mistress." As Sam ate, Sara took the time to slowly clean the appliances. "Mistress Samantha, shall I set a reminder for every 8 hours? Except sleep and my three hour charging period, of course." The machine asked, rather concerned. "You seemed to be rather stressed about your sexual needs being met. Was this correlated to your tenseness when you returned home?"
 
"Oh I know you do Sara. I know you do~!" Samantha gave the robot an encouraging slap on the ass as she got to work in the kitchen and left her to her business. Meanwhile, Sam sat on her big fluffy white couch and flipped the channel to ESPN to catch a baseball game. She was still beyond pissed about how the meeting went today, but the smell of cooking meat and the promise of fun time with her favorite living dildo combined with the elated stupor of being drunk off of two cups of scotch were beginning to bring her down and forget about her shit day.


The food was set in front of her right when the Yankees made a homerun, much to Sam's delight. "Thank ya kindly, Sara," she nodded to the robot and began to dig in, cutting pieces of her steak off while simultaneously watching the game and listening to Sara. "Huh, what?" She asked, distracted at first until she gathered the robots question, and then she laughed a hearty laugh. "No that won't be necessary Sara. Believe me if I could have you fuck me 'round the clock I'd have ya set a reminder every hour on the hour but that just ain't how life works, sugar~! Just be there when I need it." Samantha set her fork and knife down and looked up at the robot lecherously. "Is that really why you're asking, or is it just that you want more fun time with Auntie Sam?" She asked, lustful grin in place.  
 
Sara nodded. "I will try to be there for you, mistress." The robot reminded herself to check the results of the game once it ended. As her mistress set the utensils down, Sara stared on attentively. Obviously robots can't really want things nor have feelings in general (unless you give them free will or something), but it didn't mean she couldn't imitate said feelings. The woman blinked her glassy eyes for a short moment until her face had made a dramatic change. Her eyes and face became flushed while the robot let her hair down. Sauntering over towards her gently, Sara sat on Sam's lap and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Perhaps. I can't seem to control myself around Auntie Samantha~" Her voice sounded rather convincing but the mechanical tone lingered. 
 
Samantha chuckled lecherously at the robot and rested her hand on her lower back when she sat one her lap. These things were going to change conventional masturbation forever for anyone who could afford one. "I love it when you get sexy fot me Sara~ But you're gonna have to control yourself a little longer, sugar!" Samantha stood the bot up and finished her wine. She handed the glass to the robot and commanded, "Get Auntie a refill darling~!" and gave the bot an encouraging slap on the ass. 
 
Sara went back to her robotic state of mind, though her 'lustful' mode was still on. "Only if we get sexy after this..." She submissively nodded and yelped at the sudden slap. Grabbing the glass, she refilled it flawlessly. Raising an eyebrow, she resumed her position on her lap. "Would you like me to feed the wine to you, Auntie?" Sara smiled and swirled the wine in Samantha's glass. Aren't you so glad that there's a lust option on a maid-robot?
 
Samantha smiled up at the bot from her seat. "Why that sounds like a great idea, sugar~" she replied in a low voice. Her hand wandered up the maid's patriotic skirt and grazed her thigh. She felt so real, or rather, real enough to the tycoon. If there was anything that could replace the real thing, it was S.A.R.A. But without all the nonsense that came with a relationship with another person. When Sam finished her wine, she grinned and cooed, "Alright baby doll. Auntie wants to play~" 
 
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