Therapy, part 5

[nybble]

The doorbell shocked Al awake. Strange, that doesn't sound like my doorbell, he thought, and the guys in the next apartment don't have a doorbell. They have a door knocker. Maybe they had one installed?

"Can one of you get that?" Al thought, "Strange. That sounded like a woman's voice."

And all at once, the events of the night before came crashing into his brain. Karen. Legs. Directives. Sex. Decapitation. Al shuddered. That was not a good way to end the night.

Al scurried out of the bed he was in, got to the door of the bedroom, realized he was naked, and turned around. Al muttered to himself, "Pants. I'll need pants to answer the door. Where are my pants? I think I took them off in here." He looked on the floor, the chair at the foot of the bed, in the sheets. No pants.

"Where are my pants?" he yelled out to the disembodied voice.

"Hanging in the closet!" came the reply, in the same voice as before. Al looked, and there was his pants. Hanging in the closet. Ironed. With starch.

Al peeled the pants of the hanger and began to put them on. He almost succeeded until the starch reminded him he hadn't any underwear. Before yelling, he checked the chest of drawers. There he found his underwear and socks, thankfully without starch.

"I'll get it!" rang out another woman's voice just as it's owner passed the door to the room, her head wrapped in a bath towel. It looked like Karen in what he supposed was some kind of bathrobe. It was a quick glance, he thought. Perhaps the sheerness of the material was in his imagination.

After getting his underpants and pants on, he ventured out into the rest of the house.

Karen, the bath towel now wrapped around her head, was at the door talking to someone. "No, I'm sorry, you are right. That was not the right time-"

"You bet it wasn't the right time! It's bad enough that we have to deal with all the noise from all the college parties, but mixing concrete at 5:30 am? Is your sister out of her mind?"

"Who's mixing concrete?" asked Al as he approached the front door.

"Her sister. She woke my baby. Do you know how precious a full night's sleep is with a four month old baby?" asked the befrazzled and irate woman beyond the door. She was dressed like the classic housewife. White terrycloth robe and pink slippers. Flannel pajama bottoms completed the look.

"Um, no, I can't say that I do. Hello, I'm Al. And you are?"

"Sally Pearson, from across the street." she motioned vaguely behind herself with her left arm. "Who are you?"

"He's Al. A friend of the family. He's going to be staying with us for a while. Aren't you, Al?" explained Karen. She looked at Al expectantly with the last statement.

"Yeah, I'm Al. Nice to meet you." He stretched out his hand to Sally. She didn't accept.

"Likewise. Look, I gotta go back home. Between the two of you, can you keep that other sister from making any more noise? I really need the sleep and Chrissy is down right now. So, please? No heavy construction for while?" Sally started back across the lawn towards her house.

"Sure thing. Sorry we troubled you." called out Al. Sally just kept walking. As Karen started to close the door, Al leaned out into the doorway slightly and noticed the mailbox was back up, with what looked to be concrete forms around the base and a few scraps of wood keeping the post vertical. Karen, seeing Al leaned forward, took the opportunity and snaked her hand down the back of Al's pants and was reaching...

"Whoa!" Al rose upright quickly and tried to take a step backwards but really couldn't. Karen was in the way. He looked over his shoulder at her and she was beyond rational thought. She wanted him, and now.

Al tried turning away from her while Karen took a step forward to shut the front door. Al heard another wet popping sound as the door slammed, and as Karen turned from the door and Al turned to face her, he was already starting to chastise her.

"Karen, I just woke up. I haven't even gone to the bathroom yet. I really should..."

That's odd, thought Al. Karen had leaned back against the door, her hands demurely behind her, the bath towel now on the floor. She still has that look on her face. And I'm over here. And wow, that robe leaves nothing to the imagination; what little it does cover is enhanced by the distraction. And she's smiling like she has a secret. And there's still something in my pants. Looking down, he-

"Breakfast!" chimed Linda as she poked her head around the corner. Al jumped at the noise from behind him. This can't be good for my heart, he thought. "Al, I hope you like blueberry pancakes." said Linda as she turned around. Al turned just in time to see Linda's backside moving away from him down the hall towards the kitchen. She was dressed in bluejeans and a blue collared shirt, almost like a foreman on a construction site. Following her, he noted she even had steel-toed boots on. Watching her turn into the kitchen, he did note the white kitchen apron did spoil the effect.

Karen walked past him and headed towards the kitchen herself. She brushed his cheek as she passed, and gave a nice squeeze to his penis. Wait, how'd she do that? Al did look down and the front of his trousers were tented more than usual. As he looked up, he saw Karen backing into the kitchen with her pointer finger over her puckered lips and noted her other arm was devoid of a hand. She then disappeared through the door.

Al shuffled to the kitchen door and walked through, trying not to think about what was going on, focusing on breakfast. A small table, able to take no more than four people, was set for one person with a picture perfect stack of three pancakes with syrup. Karen was at the refrigerator looking for something while Linda stood on the opposite side of the table and looked hopeful and excited and terrified all at the same time.

Al sat down and picked up his fork and began eating. As the first bite hit his mouth, he felt something squeeze his now inflating member. His eyes bugged out.

"Are they OK? I made seven batches. These came out the best." Linda offered.

"They are great." said Al. Karen was now making some instant coffee or something, giving a slight peek over her shoulder to see how Al was doing. She licked her lips and Al felt the squeeze again. There was no doubt in his mind what was happening, and considering the last eighteen hours, the how was pretty obvious. It didn't make it any less distracting.

"Do you have any juice?" Al asked, trying to think of something to say to Linda, who was doing her best impression of a gargoyle.

"Sure do; I didn't know what kind you would like, so I made up 4 different kinds. Do you like orange, lemon, cherry or pineapple? They are all fresh squeezed." Karen did a spit-take into the back of the sink, and gave Al another squeeze for good measure. Linda was getting pitchers out of the refrigerator and placing them on the table in front of Al. "What's wrong, Karen? Is the coffee OK?"

Karen turned away from the sink, wiping her upper lip with the backside of her stump arm. "Coffee's great," Karen answered.

Linda looked at Karen and back at Al. "Al likes just about anything fresh squeezed," Karen said in her best juice-commercial voice, and started giggling. It was contagious, and Linda and Al joined right in.

"So, when did this happen?" asked Linda, visibly more relaxed and sitting down at the table.

"As I was closing the front door. I tried to get friendly and he twisted away before I could get my hand out and he managed to squeeze the manual disconnect between his tailbone and pants." As Karen explained to her sister, she sat at the table and reached her empty forearm down the front of Al's pants, and then pulled her arm back, hand attached. She waved her fingers at Al playfully.

Al shook his head and took another bite of his pancakes.

"Did I really wake the neighbor's baby?"

"Yeah," Al answered, "and Sally seemed pretty hacked."

Linda looked disgusted with herself. "I wish I hadn't. I didn't mean to."

"'You didn't mean to'?" Al asked and took another bite. "You accidentally got up and mixed concrete at 5:30am?"

"Well, yeah. I knew the mailbox was broken. It needed to be done. I maintain the grounds. The master of the house didn't tell me not to; in fact, you said fix it in the morning. It was after dawn."

"Are you always this literal?"

"No, I remember not being this literal. I remember being really laid back. But since Mother and Father, um, left, I've not had much direction." Linda looked down at the table, saddened.

The conversation had lulled. Al finished his plate of breakfast.

"The pancakes were good. Thanks, Linda."

"You're welcome!" The compliment pulled her out of her funk almost instantly. As Al stood up and began to clear his place at the table, Linda shot up and grabbed the plate and utensils and moved with swift purpose to the sink.

"Linda, um, what are you doing?"

"Tidying up. It's one of my duties."

"You know, the dishes can wait." Al mused.

Linda stopped scrubbing. "They can?" There was almost a cry to her voice.

"Sure. They can wait until, you know, later."

"Later?" Linda looked confused, almost scared. "How much later?"

"You know, later." Al shrugged as he moved towards the kitchen door.

Karen moved close behind him. "So, can we fuck now?"

"Later? When later? There are lots of laters." Linda was still at the sink staring at the dishes. "How about now?" she asked after Al and Karen as the left the room.

Al led Karen to the couch. "So, tell me about your manual releases. Does it hurt? Is there any chance you'll be damaged?"

"Oh, no, no worries. It doesn't hurt and we're designed for this, so no worries. There are spots on our bodies at our joints where, if pressed, we can be disassembled. Useful for maintenance and stuff. I used one last night to remove my head for refresh. You remember that, right?"

Al shuddered. "Yeah, I remember. How were you able to control your hand; it was removed?"

"Linda can explain better than I can. It's part of our electro-mechanical makeup. All parts of the body contain their own power source and all parts can communicate at a distance, at least for a while. Eventually, the removed parts loose their sync with the head and turn off. Unless we are at the recharge tables. The table keeps things in sync." That was good enough for Al. It was already stretching his understanding of the science of all of this.

Al thought to himself for a minute, and finally smiled. "So, where is the spot for your shoulders?" He moved closer to Karen on the couch. Karen was pleased; she had been wanting this since she got her head back together this morning.

"You press here" she said, slipping her robe off her shoulders and pointing at her collarbone, "and here," pulling her arms up and through the sleeves, pointing at a spot inside her armpit. Al leaned in and looked closer to see, intentionally not touching her but getting close enough that his intentions were clear.

"What about your body? Does it come apart?"

"Well," she grinned as she opened her robe, once again exposing her incredible breasts and stomach, "if you press here," pushing up her left breast with one hand and pointing to the spot just under the middle of it with the other, "and here," repeating the maneuver with the other breast, "you will separate my upper torso from my lower torso." Karen's speech was getting breathy. Al looked on, doing his best attempt at a detached scientific leer.

"And what about your legs? I know they come off."

"Just press here, and then here," pointing to the farthest, boniest part of her hips and then, rolling her hips forward again, to the spot between her vagina and her anus.

"That's all very interesting." Al replied as he crouched down into her crotch, between her legs. Enough of the show and tell. Leaning forward, he kissed Karen just above her pussy where he imagined her clit would be.

"Mmmmmm. Yes, thank you." Al grabbed Karen by the hips and pulled her pelvis to the edge of the couch. "Please, please, keep touching me, don't stop."

Al continued, moving back and forth across her clit, dipping his tongue downward into her pussy to get the occasional gasp. Karen was moving sensually under his ministrations. Al brought a hand up and started gently rubbing her breasts, giving her systems even more input. She arched her back, trying to move her body into his hand. Al brought his other hand up, now massaging both breasts, now more aggressively. Karen responded, throwing her hands to the sides and breathing quickly in through her teeth.

"Oh, God, that's wonderful. Keep doing that, please, please, oh, God, oh, OH! Shit!" Al had pressed the release points for Karen's upper torso. Karen looked down, steadying herself with her arms. "What the Hell?"

"Payback." is all Al said, and he went back to work, now using both hands to hold Karen's ass which would fall off the couch if he didn't.

"Oh, God, you kinky bastard." Karen said as her eyes rolled back into her head as her systems tried to keep track of what was happening.

Al knelt on one knee, supporting her lower body and legs as he tried to stand. Trying to help him out, and in a desperate attempt to keep Al on task, Karen wrapped her legs around his head, pressing her pussy into his face. Al grinned. He didn't know how she was going to react and he was quite pleased. Now standing, he walked to the rocking chair across the room. He managed to get his pants and underwear down to his ankles with one hand. He tried to pull Karen's crotch off his face, but she gripped him firmly, doing everything she could to get his mouth and tongue back to pleasuring her.

"Please, please, I need you. Lick me! I need it so bad!"

Frustrated, he let go of her and pressed the release point for her left hip. Al manged to keep a grip on the pelvis and right leg, but the leg fell five feet to the floor and landed with a thud. "Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Be careful with me!"

"Sorry." Al said. He didn't want to hurt her. He gave a quick lick from ass to clit to get her attention off her fallen limb.

"Aaahh. Yeah, that's it. Keep going."

Al, now sitting in the rocker, carefully removed Karen's right hip from her lower torso and set it to the floor. Al sat Karen's lower torso on his lap, and began stroking it gently. Karen noticed the lack of urgency and pleaded from across the room.

"Oh, no, no, my friend. You can't leave me hanging now. Come on. You've got to keep going. Please?"

Al just smiled, picked up her torso, and, with her butt in the air, impaled her hips onto his cock.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Thank you! That's it!" She had managed to move herself down on the couch, laying on her back, teasing her breasts.

Al let her calm herself, but he knew he was running out of time before her pelvis got out of sync. He started pumping into her, not by moving his hips, but by moving her lower body. It took a few tries to get the tempo right in the rocking chair, but after a few tries, he was pumping into her with a constant rhythm.

"Oh, oh, this, this, is, so, odd, Father, never, did, anything, like, this, oh, wow, I'm, not, going, uh, to, uh, uh, UUUUHHHHH!" She came, and her pussy's grip on his cock clamped down hard, bringing Al to orgasm right along with her. He pumped his seed into her, allowing his own motions to stop eventually. Carefully, without removing himself from her torso, he stepped out of his pants and walked across the room to her head, arms and breasts still on the couch, her eyes half lidded. Leaning forward, he pulled her lower body off his cock and presented her own pussy and ass to her own head. Looking up and him, he nodded, and she leaned forward and tentatively licked herself. She shuddered, and tried again, shuddering once more.

Greedily, she then took her torso from Al with her own hands and jammed it into her face. Al looked on fascinated by the muffled contortions the different parts of her body were experiencing. After less than a half minute, her disembodied torso stopped moving, and Karen let it fall onto her breasts.

"That was simply incredible, Al. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm guessing you never tried that before."

She shook her head. "No, never. Father never suggested it, and it's not the kind of thing my directives will allow me to initiate."

"Glad you liked it. I suppose we should put you back together?" Karen nodded, and handed her lower torso to Al. He placed it on the couch and Karen moved herself back onto her lower body. As she reattached, Al collected her legs and handed them back to her, and Karen reattached them as well.

Now all back together, Al laid on the couch with Karen snuggled up beside him. The house was quiet, amplifying the sounds of their breathing.

Linda's head poked out of the kitchen. "How about now? Can I start the dishes now?"

[Baron]

See?
Writing from the heart and mind ALWAYS is the best course, and this chapter proves my theory as 100% sound!!! Nice flow, and great twist with the entire "component" aspect - I for one know well just how hard blazing a new trail in fiction is, and you're doing quite well, nybble - keep up the good work!!

[tectile]

I have to agree with the Baron.

Well done

I'm not really in to the disassembly thing but this was a fun read.

[bilbo]

That is brilliant. Can we get Karen to disasemble Linda and chew her pussy out, then maybe they'll both have a malfunction or something goes rong with there directives
Anyway MORE MORE MORE!!!!

[Green Dragon]

coolies great great yeah id like to see more of linda next she seems more robotic than karen and yeaah maybey Karen could break down or something, great though

[A.N.N.]

Thanks for continuing the story nybble! I'm looking forward to more

[bilbo]

Hope part 6 is being writen, as I'm starting to get withdrawl symptoms here.
Has anybody thought about doing some manips to accompany this exellent story, with the authors approval of couse.

Looking forward to more.....

[nybble]

Yes, part 6 is coming; should be ready mid-week methinks.

[bilbo]

Great, look forward to it!

[Green Dragon]

yeah some artwork would be lovely and dude your talented