To Love a Girl... (Part 4)

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

Part 4 of my story.

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The following evening, Farra was in her bed with Steven. She turned to her husband and asked him.
“Darling, I am worried about Heather,” she said, “What should we do?”
Steven then remarked, “Farra, can we just forget it? I think maybe you were just worried about her, ever since you want her back. Think about it.”
“Maybe I am, but…”
Farra then froze in place. Steven then fondled at her breasts. She began to warm up and rebooted.
“…I have been a bit aroused by her vaguely,” she continued, from her freeze.
“Well, I guess you were friendly,” Steven stated, “You just love her, that’s all.”
“Oh, darling! When will you learn by that now? I don’t love that gynoid.” Farra snuffed.
Steven responded, “Okay. Since you love me, my sex babe.”
“Darling, I love you always,” Farra smiled as she approached her husband, “Steven, let’s fuck like al--.”
She froze again, holding his waist. Steven rubbed her breasts again and she rebooted again. Farra restarted herself.
“…ways.”
They began to make out and fondled with each other, having a hot night together, though, she kept freezing occasionally.
“Are you okay?” Steven asked.
“I feel fine, darling,” she said, “I just feel upgra…”
Her body froze, her head tilted backwards and head her mouth open, acting like she was climaxing. Knowing that what he would do is wrong, he somehow began to kiss Farra’s frontal body.
“Farra, as soon as I finish fucking you,” he thought, “I’ll repair you shortly.”
Of course, he didn’t realize that the chip implanted in her chest can freeze his fembot wife on occasions. Steven felt up her erect breasts and began to kiss her.

The next morning, Farra was completely fixed. She returned to her room, dressing up in her spandex. Heather appeared, dressed in satin lace. She approached Farra and began to kiss her neck. Still under Heather’s total control, she was completely aroused by her. Heather then whispered in her ear about what to do with Steven.
“Farra, now is the time that we begin what we just started,” she whispered, “It is time you kill him and end this charade, once and for all.”
“Yes, my mistress,” she said mechanically, “I obey your every hot command.”
She gave her a knife and ordered her to stab him in the back. Heather then exclaimed that once Steven is gone, Farra and Heather will live forever, away from their creator and so-called husband. She grasped onto her breasts and said that she cannot resist.
“Right now, the Farra in you cannot kill him,” she stated, “But you know that you will kill him. I promise.”
“Whatever you say, my mistress,” Farra commanded.
She then let go, as Farra walked like a robot and went to see Steven. Heather followed in a sneaky mannerism. She held her knife behind her back and approached her.
“Darling,” she whispered, “May I have a word with you?”
Steven turned around and saw Farra, who was blushed in pink. Farra then held up a knife and started to growl.
“Farra? What are you doing?” Steven gasped.
Heather whispered, “Stupid… what are you doing?”
“As much as I don’t want to, I have to,” Farra explained, “I have had it with you. I wanted to kill you and end this whole charade.”
Steven then sighed, “Farra, you don’t get this at all, do you? You only want to oust me, just to have my estate, right?”
“WRONG!” Farra shouted, “I want to go far away from you! I… I don’t love you! I don’t love you anymore!”
Heather then snickered. Steven heard it and griped, “Oh? Did Heather put you up to this, you failure fembot?”
Heather came out and was angry. She applauded sarcastically and sneered at both of them. She then approached Farra and licked her face.
“What’s good, darling? What’s really good?” She snickered, “I guess you could say that it was fate that she’d love me enough to kill our creator.”
Steven then pleaded, “Spare me! If you don’t, then you will have no one to repair any of you.”
Farra then started to shake; she spoke mechanically, “Steven… I love… I love… Heather… I love… I have to… Steven… Heather… love… kiss me…”
She began to shake and smoke.
Heather cried, “Well? What is it? KILL HIM! And when he dies, you and I can have a romance together.”
Steven pleaded, “Darling! You cannot do this! What about my life? YOUR life, as well?”
Heather shouted, “Do you want to fuck with him or me? You better kill him! I want you body!”
Steven cried, “Don’t listen to her! That slut-bot deserves NO sex with you! She’s just a manipulative bitch like before!”
Heather cried, “Farra! Please! You want these?”
She stripped down to nothing and fondled her body. Steven then shut his eyes and kneeled down.
“Fine. Kill me. But even if you tried to, you won’t, anyway.” Steven sighed.
He then whispered, “I love you.”
Farra began to tear up. She started to malfunction.
“No! Malfunction! I must… kill him… I… System error! I love him… he must… fuck me… DIE!”
She started to smoke and break down.
“System error… mal… func…tion…”
She dropped the knife and dropped downward. She then bowed back up.
“System restart! Programming backed-up! Resume function!”
She saw Steven and ran to him. She then kissed her and said that she’s sorry. Steven and Farra kissed continuously as Heather grabbed the knife. She charged at them and cried, “If you won’t kill him, then I’LL DO IT FOR YOU… BY KILLING YOU!!!”
Steven shoved her out of the way and was jabbed in the gut. He fell to the ground and started to shake. Heather pulled out the knife and turned to Farra.
“STEVEN!!! NO!!!” Farra shrieked, “My darling!!!”
Heather laughed and said, “Aw, did I overdo it? What a hunk he was.”
Farra began to bawl and screamed, “You wicked witch! How could you?”
“I only did it to save you! Steven is nothing more than a tool! He created us, just so he would use you for his love!”
“Oh, you awful gynoid! I HATE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU HURT HIM???”
She walked over to Steven and tried to hold him. But, she found something that surprised her, deep within her circuits. She found the gash that Steven had, and was covered in oil and wires. Part of his skin was chrome.
“No… it… it cannot be…” Farra whimpered, as she found that her own husband was a robot, like her and Heather.
“So, now do you understand that I loved you and not our creator?” Heather snickered.
“No…” she whimpered, as she turned to Heather, “My… my marriage was… a lie?”
“Huh?”
“Look…”
Heather saw the deep cut on Steven and was extremely shocked.
“Are you… are you… kidding me?!” Heather screamed, “THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! IT’S MORE THAN BULLSHIT; IT’S IMPOSSIBLE!!!”
Farra then cried on Heather’s naked bosom and wailed, “This whole thing… you were right. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I didn’t know…”
“But… but I, I didn’t, didn’t I, I didn’t…” Heather stammered.
She started to spark and malfunction. Farra stepped away and was frightened.
“This… this is so… malfunction… system error… error…”
Heather started to smoke and bowed down slightly. Her voice slid down and was frozen. Farra then held her tight and tried to wake her up.
“Heather… you didn’t know,” Farra sighed, “I’m sorry. I wish I knew what was going on, before I could break down.”
She kissed Heather on the lips and began to cup her breasts. She proceeded to lift her leg up and rub her thigh. However, she stopped when she heard footsteps.
“That’ll be all, Farra,” a female voice called, “I think we proved it once and for all.”
A female figure appeared, wearing a white lab coat and a blue blouse. She looked exactly like the working gynoid, except that her breasts are 2cm smaller, her hair is a little bit longer and with a darker blonde shade, and she has a blue streak on her left side of her hair.
“Who are you?” Farra asked.
“Why, I am you, my darling,” the woman answered, “I am Farra Stevens; my husband and I help created you. I was in charge of the Perfect Robo-Girl Project, in place of him”
That’s right! It was The Gang’s bassist, Farra Stevens, who is also Percival P. Gaynes’ wife.
“Wait… you created me?” The robot Farra asked in fear.
“That’s right,” Farra explained, “You see, my husband is a master at robotics. He’s got a PhD in six scientific disciplines, including robotics.”
She then approached Steven. She pressed a red button on his hip, which extended out his Willie. She then tugged it tight and stuck it in her mouth and began to suck on it. The Farra robot was shocked.
“WH--, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She screamed.
She finished and replied, with white fluid on her lips, “Oh, I was checking if he was operational. Purely delicious, by the way.”
“Get away from him! I don’t care if he’s a robot!” The robot cried.
“Poor thing,” Farra smiled, “I was just testing him, since he was made for me.”
“You didn’t have to BJ him,” she winced.
“I know. That’s why I created you, Steven, and Heather.” Farra smiled, “You see, I wanted to build the perfect sexbots, in order to please my husband. Because, let me tell you, he loves a little three-way with me and a robot, except I’d never approve of it.”
She then explained to her, while unzipping her robot’s shirt, “You see, he gave me a job and he wanted me to produce some great robots that can fuck. However, there were a few bugs in each of my test runs. However, Percy, my darling, let me set up a scenario like this, to make sure which robot can withstand the drama and sexual tenacities. So, I went ahead and decided to review your work.”
She fondled at Farra’s breasts and continued, “Heather was manipulative, but she’s very slutty. Of course, her jab to Steven disgraced the three laws of robotics. Imagine what if a robot can fuck a human and suddenly killed him. Total disgrace. Steven, however, was nothing but a drinking fountain. His dick always helped you with your programming and lubrication, by inserting it into your pussy and mouth. He’s helpful, just to help your fluids fill up. Sadly, there was no primary function we found from him. Of course, we won’t need him anymore, since he’s been completely damaged.”
“And Melanie Amber… what about her?” The gynoid asked.
The human answered, “She was a discarded fembot in Percival’s nightclub. She used to be a cocktail waitress, but she was running like a jalopy.”
“This… this is all so sudden,” she moaned.
“I’m sorry, Farra,” she said, “I should’ve said it from the start, except you’ve completely forgotten when Heather raped you.”
“I… my mother… you…?” She stuttered.
Farra then kissed her robot double.
“Farra… I… I… I…” her voice began to drop.
She deactivated her. Her body froze, her arms flailed, and her eyes were wide open. Farra then zipped her shirt back on and brushed her hair. She then examined the gynoid with her laptop:
Systems working operational…
Vaginal function at 95%...
Fluid capacity: 80%...
Sex Mode working functional…
Body state: 100% healthy…
Energy level: at the yellow…
“Well, I guess she’s working okay,” Farra proclaimed, “Unit #M22178639 is working at full improvement. She’ll be coming home with me for further fucking and experimentations.”
She then began to erase all of her memories. The robot started to make noises. After five minutes, her entire memory track, excluding her main function, were gone. Farra put away her laptop and was about to carry her home. But Heather, her other robot, reactivated herself and saw a glimpse of two Farras.
“System rebooted… continuing function…” she spoke in a monotone voice.
“Oh, you’re awake, right?” Farra smiled.
“Who are you, and what did you do to Farra?” She cried.
“Is that any way to treat your mother, Unit #S81773878?” Farra exclaimed, “You, unit #M2178639, and Unit #L36666060 had a bit of a dispute.”
“Who?”
“Steven, Farra, and you are my creations. I am Farra Stevens-Gaynes, the wife of the man who is working on Perfect Robo-Girl Project. What we did here is to examine your functions, in hoping that you have the programming for the perfect fucking and sex.”
“What did you do to my darling?”
“Your darling has been shutdown and wiped of her memories. She’s going home with me. You, however, will not.”
Heather gasped and started to tremble.
“You see, you’re more of our Perfect Robo-Girl Project: L-Series, for lesbian users only,” Farra explained, “You had the ability to please a woman, no matter what type she is. Of course, your circuitry was wild and psychotic. You even had an astuteness outlook with a mean girl look. Which is why when you raped Farra, your function was intolerable.”
“But…”
She approached Heather’s bare chest and pried her breasts open, opening each breast like a small door. Heather was shocked, seeing her circuitry with her own eyes. Farra then examined her circuitry and tinkered in there.
“What are you doing with my breast panel?” Heather gasped.
Farra stated, “I’m removing your battery power.”
“But… Mommy…” she whimpered, “You… you cannot do this to me… Don’t take Farra away from me. I love her.”
“I’m sorry, Heather,” Farra said in disappointment, “Despite the fact that you are a lesbian android and a very sexy and evil one, we need to improve your function, before we can use you. You’re function showed prowess, but rest assured that you are too wild.”
“No…” Heather whimpered, “I cannot be dismantled, mommy. I just can’t! Why did you do all this???”
Farra then explained, “You see, when I tested all three of you, I wanted to make it like a drama, but with robots. These scenarios, including Farra’s choice on which robot she would go to, were all tests. But needless to say that you failed, and so did Unit #L36666060.”
“Steven? He’s a robot, too?” Heather cried.
Farra informed, “Yes. He’s Perfect Robo-Girl Project: M-Series, for the women who’d love a male version of you, or gay men who want some heat in them. But he needs improvement, too. No function, no meaning, nothing. The mandroid is dull. We’ll do what we can for him.”
“So, Farra pretended to be married to Steven, who I had to pretend to be his sister?”
“You could say that.”
Heather then quivered in fear, as Farra found the battery pack.
“AHA! Found it!” She smiled.
“What will become of me?” Heather sobbed.
Farra pulled out her battery.
“Mommy… why are you… taking my… breaaaaaaaaaa…” Heather’s voice suddenly dropped. Her body was frozen, with her breast panel wide open. Her eyes were open and faded to black, her lips were curled, and she was standing like a mannequin.
Farra hugged Heather, as she put the battery in her coat.
“Please forgive me. It was the hardest thing to do,” she whispered, “Farra was the only PRGP to succeed. Both you and Steven had bugs.”
She closed Heather’s breast panel and walked to Steven, which she reactivated him. She ordered him to fuck Heather. He went to her and stuck his erect dick into her pussy. He held her shoulders and began to gyrate, pumping it in the deactivated fembot, repetitively. Heather said and did nothing.
“Keep doing it, and don’t stop,” Farra called.
She picked up Farra and carried her over her shoulder. She then thought aloud, “This will keep them busy, until Steven’s battery dies out. Then, we’ll dismantle them for complete maintenance.”
She walked away, while the male robot continued to pump his dick into Heather’s crotch.
“You, on the other hand,” she said to her gynoid, “I got plans for you!”

Farra’s eyes opened and said, while lying in bed naked, with her arms and legs spread out:
“Hello, I am your perfect sex machine. I am perfect in every form. Please insert your love in me, as I will fuck you romantically.”
“Hello, my darling,” the real Farra said in a robotic voice.
She was in her blue lingerie, wearing her white lab coat over it. She took it off and crawled to her robot doll. She’s not a robot, but she’s always wanted to act like one.
“My darling, I want you,” the gynoid said.
“I want you, too,” Farra said robotically, “I love you, my lovely darling.”
She began to fondle and fuck her, while in her underwear. She began to kiss her and lick her. She rubbed up her breasts and took off her bra. She then took off her panties and rubbed her crotch onto hers. Farra and the robot began to moan erotically.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The robot cried.
“Oh! Oh, yes! Mmm… Yes! Ahh! AHH!” Farra screamed.
Both girls began to moan, groan, fuck, fondle, rub, and gyrate each other.
“AHH! AHH! OH!” Farra shrieked, “THAT WAS…”
“AHH! Sexual overload! Overload! ERROR!” The robot cried.
Both girls climaxed. Farra collapsed onto the smoking gynoid.
“Thank you for giving me the pleasure,” the gynoid replied.
Farra then looked at her robot and asked in a robot voice, “So, was it good for you, darling?”
“It… was… fan… tassssss… tiiiiii…” the gynoid dropped her voice.
She was completely shut down. Farra fell on her fake bosom and said, pretending to shut down, “I’m glad… you… liiiiiike… iiiiiiiiii…”
She and the gynoid were out cold. They were both motionless. Farra’s eyes were open and she had a smile on her face. The gynoid had a blank look on her switched off face. They remained motionless, until Farra blinked.
Ten minutes later, the real Farra got up, put her lab coat back on, and lit a cigarette. She smoked and sighed.
“Well, her function is working perfectly,” she said, as she puffed some smoke, “I’m sorry that she had to believe that I was a robot. I just love to act.”
She then rubbed her crotch, clearing a thick patch of both her fluid and the robot’s fluid from her pubic hair.
“EW…” she moaned, “Remind me to fill her vaginal area up later… and a shower for me.”

At Farra’s house, she carried her robot to the couch. She then went to her husband, Percival’s room and comforted him. He was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, burgundy vest, and blue jeans, with short brown hair and glasses.
“Hello, my darling,” Farra smiled, as she massaged his shoulders, “How was your day?”
“Tough day at the mill,” he responded, “I had to work eight and a half hours overtime, rather than the six hours I take. But at least it’s heavenly now, since I have you.”
“Oh, darling,” she grinned.
She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss.
“How was your day, Farra?” He asked.
“Oh, same ol’- same ol’,” she said, “Tough day at the lab. I managed to bring home one of the robots from the lab that you promised me. I’m glad you signed me up for this.”
“Hey, now. I signed you up just for testing,” he stated, “So, any news on each robot?”
“Well…”

As Farra explained to Percival the whole story from earlier, the robot activated herself and got up. She went to the bedroom and changed into Farra’s black lingerie. She crawled into their bed, with her hip upward, and waited for their arrival.
“Sexual functions on standby…”

Meanwhile, Farra then asked if he would fuck her robot he brought home. Percival then asked why.
“Well, I have to return to the lab and check on Steven and Heather,” she exclaimed, “We are going to have them dismantled and rebuilt for further testing. It’s like you told me: Never built a girl with flaws in them.”
“Well, as long as they don’t fall in love or go on a killing spree this time,” Percival grinned, “I’d be happy to test our Perfect Girls.”
“Oh, darling!” Farra kissed Percival continuously.
They began to make out on the floor and began to fondle and rub each other.

As for the robot, she remained in bed for a couple of hours. She was frozen and shut down, to preserve her power.
“Standby…”
She waited, until her time is needed, with her eyes blinking green.

To be continued…

[hyperspace51]

Please make another one! Ooo! Can you make the real Farra a sleeper? that would be AWESOME! Great story!

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

Please make another one! Ooo! Can you make the real Farra a sleeper? that would be AWESOME! Great story!

I'll see what I can do to make Farra a sleeper. What's a sleeper?

I'm doing Part 5 in a bit. Part 6 & 7 will wait until soon. I'm writing those.