To Love a Girl... (Part 1)

MisterXYZ (RoboTomo) · Post by **MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)** » Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:41 pm

Ever since I read Miz-KTakase's Koyomi: Maiden for Hire and his other freaky stories in fanfiction.net, I decided to write my own story! My second story in a long time, in which I wrote similar to him.
Here we go! Enjoy.
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It happened earlier tonight at 9pm. Steven came home from work in his black colored shirt and blue jeans and was extremely exhausted. He flopped down on the couch and slouched. As he was tired, a girl came in and approached Steven by massaging his shoulders.
“How was your day, darling?” The woman said. Her hair was flown with long bleach-blond hair, with a long lock of her hair on her left side, colored in a combination blue, green, and pink highlight. She was dressed in a small navy blue v-shirt and silver tight pants.
“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, “Simply a very lonely day without you. I was so lonely, another hour longer, and I’d ripped my head off, to stop my loneliness.”
“Oh, nonsense, please don’t worry about me,” Steven responded, “Let me make it up to you.”
He held Farra tight and made out with her on the couch. Both of them kissed each other and rolled around the floor. They continued on for about an hour.
However, a lone figure watched on, a little angry about the whole thing with him and Farra. She rushed to the front door and pounded it.
“Let me in!” She cried, “I see what you’re doing!”
He got up and gasped, “Crap! My sister!”
“Shall I let her in?” Farra asked.
“No… I’ll let her in,” Steven sighed.
But as he got up, the woman kicked the door open in extreme impatience. She had a medium-length auburn hairstyle; she was dressed in light grey jeans and a pink blouse. She huffed to her brother and was fuming.
“I KNEW IT! You’re having sex with that freak!” She cried.
“”Oh, come now, Heather,” Steven snuffed, “Don’t call my wife a freak!”
“WIFE?! How could you say that to that--, that--, GAH!!!” Heather stammered.
“I tell you that it’s just our affairs! So what if she and I are different; just because you call her a freak, you can’t see our love for the way it is--.”
“For Christ’s sake, Steve!!! That’s a robot!!!” Heather pointed at Farra, “Of course she’s different than me and you!”
“May I say something, Heather?” Farra asked.
“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, YOU BITCH!” Heather yelled.
“Heather! Show some respect!”
“Oh? Like I want you to try and fuck with her, right?”
Steven was infuriated.
“That’s enough!” He yelled.
He approached Farra, placed his hand on her back and pressed her button. Farra bowed downward a bit, with her arms flailing. He turned to Heather and scolded her.
“If you weren’t my sister, I’d clobber you,” he snapped.
Heather sneered, “Funny… real fucking funny. I’d like to meet the creator of this sexual maiden; too bad, I’ve already met him, i.e., YOU!”
He then looked at Farra and sighed, “Well, it’s not the same since my real wife died. I felt bad about it, when she committed suicide for no apparent reason. She was built to perfection. She reminded me of that young Bassist for that rock band, “The Gang”, Farra Stevens. Reluctantly, I named her after her, made somewhat of a likeness of her, and the rest was history. I mean, how come this girl has to be such a happy moment for me, after a tragic accident?”
“Wait,” Heather inquired, “Isn’t Farra Stevens married to The Gang’s front man, Percival Gaynes?”
“I know… I’m aware that she was married; but I know for a fact that I wanted to build a perfect woman. Farra was like THE perfect woman.”
“Perfect?!” Heather growled, “This is ridiculous… you with a 390 IQ build her to a likeness. I’m jealous of her. For all we know that this bimbo reminds me of Kim Kardashian, rather than Farra Stevens (IF her hair wasn’t blond).”
Farra is 5’9” and with a 36D bust (36-26-34); Heather is 5’5” and with a 33C Bust (33-23-32), in case you’re wondering. 
“At least she isn’t fat,” she added.
She approached the deactivated fembot and slapped her face.
“Stupid piece of shit!” She muttered, “She looks like such a tool.”
“Please leave!” Steven shouted, “When I want your advice about my wife, I’ll ask for it.”
Heather leaves to the front door, in tears.
“You do realize that you have NO heart for women!” She screamed, “I refuse to stay in this world and see my little brother date a slutty robot!”
Steven held his hand high and called to her, “If it means that much to you, would you mind watching over her, while I go to work tomorrow?”
Heather turned away from Steven and smiled evilly; she thought, “Well… it seems he wants me to take care of his doll, huh? Perfect!”
She turned to her brother in a calm manner and smiled, “I suppose I’m available.”
“Available to have some fun,” she thought evilly.
“Cool! Come over at 11am tomorrow; I leave for work at around Noon.” He said, “And make sure you don’t try anything funny, despite the fact that you hate her.”
She walked to the door and slammed it. She ran off, prancing for joy. Steven reactivated Farra and apologized to her.
“You didn’t have to turn me off, darling!” Farra cried.
“I’m sorry, darling, but I was in a spur of the moment with my bitchy sister; I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Steven said as he held her face.
“Oh, my darling little husband,” she smiled.
“I got news for you for tomorrow,” he then added.

The next morning, Heather, dressed in her white blouse, arrived at Steven’s house. She sat by Farra who was sitting on her chair. Heather then held her tight and began to smile at her.
“So, I’m supposed to be a gynoid babysitter to you, right?” She asked.
Farra then proclaimed, “Steven told me all about you. I don’t think I want to be with you as a burden.”
Heather sneered, “Aw, you’re no fun.”
Farra then said, “I wish to be friendly with you, but I don’t want to be rude to you. I was created to please my darling, but the man is wonderful.”
Heather then responded, “Well, does your programming ever, uh…”
She blushed.
“Well, I mean can you cheat a little?”
“Under no such rule!” Farra retorted, “I can’t cheat on my darling Steven!”
“Maybe… but what about… you know carnal pleasures towards a human woman?”
Farra began to smoke from her head, very lightly.
“I… I… I… ERROR! I don’t know what you mean…” She stated.
“Well…” Heather approached the robot and blushed.
She placed her hand on her right thigh and was all lovey-dovey. Farra began to shake a bit.
“Can you rewrite your programming to love another woman? My brother won’t mind…”
Farra then held her hands and pulled them away.
“Heather, I think it is best for you to leave me house,” she scolded.
However, Heather broke free and kissed her for 30 seconds. As she continued, Farra embraced it and held her arms around Heather. They began to make out. Farra started to beep. She was weak in power.
“Heather… I need to recharge; I wish I would continue, but…” Farra exclaimed.
Heather cheered, “NO! I won’t leave you! How much time you need?”
“About 3 hours; I’m at 45%,” she replied, “I don’t want to ruin your fun, since it was enjoyable.”
“Three hours is ALL I need!” Heather said in a sultry mannerism.
She ripped off Farra’s blue blouse, with some of the buttons falling to the floor. She was left with her white bra on, which she later took off. She threw it to the floor and caressed her half-naked body.
“Fuck me, you robo-doll!” Heather cried.
They continued to make out, with Farra clutching her breasts tightly. Heather began to snuggle at Farra’s bare fake busom and giggled. Even though Farra was enjoying it, she still needed to recharge.
“Farra, was it good for you?” Heather sneered.
“Heather… stop! I need to recharge! Power Level: Very Low!”
“Oh? What’s that now?”
“Stop! ERROR! MUST RECHARGE!” Farra cried in a monotone voice, “Heather! I cannot continue any further!”
She continued to plead as Heather grasped her bare chest and licked her a bit. She then began to kiss her on the lips again.
“Mmm… Heather, please… unh… no, stop!” She pleaded, while being kissed, “Heather… My battery is…”
She then cried in a robotic voice, “System override! Program malfunction! Power low! Shutdown imminent!”
Heather continued as she stepped back from her. She crossed her arms and smiled.
“I enjoyed it very much… too bad I overdid it…” she grinned.
Farra’s LED eyes faded and her body began to smoke.
“Heather… I… loooooooooove…” Her voice dropped to a slur. Her body was motionless, with her eyes wide open and her mouth partially open with her lips curled up.
“Oops… I guess you didn’t recharge after all,” she snickered evilly, “That’ll show you, you bitch!”
She held her up, and was smiling demonically. However, she suddenly got fully aroused by Farra’s prone body. She dropped her on the bed and then took off her blouse and bra. She didn’t know what was going on, but she resumed her constant fucking.
“Do me, you robot!” She whispered, “Oh, wait! You don’t! But I do.”
She held her arms down on the mattress and kissed her in her upper body, still unclothed. Heather took off her jeans, revealing black panties and placed her hip on Farra’s hip. She placed her right hand inside Farra’s pants and held her crotch tight. So aroused, Heather placed her hand on Farra’s left breast and Heather’s left hand in her own crotch.
“I wonder if Farra Stevens could do THAT to you.” She whispered in her ear, “I finally have my brother siphoned away from a no-talent piece of junk like you. You’re mine now…”
She plopped her on the bed and rubbed her breasts onto Farra’s fake breasts. She then held the fembot by the neck and tongue-kissed her. As she was about to take off Farra’s pants, Heather heard a car driving by and stopping.
“Aw, crap! My brother,” she yelped, “He wasn’t supposed to come home right away!”
She picked up all of her clothes and quickly dressed herself back up. She placed Farra on the couch, in a sitting position.
“If Steven finds me like this, I’m dead!”
She snuck out the window, leaving it open. She disappeared into the night. Steven came home and found his robot wife sitting in the couch, all broken-like, without her top.
“Farra! What happened?” He cried as he checked her circuitry.
He found no serious damage whatsoever; she just overheated and her battery was dead.
“I think I know who would do such a thing… and its name is an H,” he thought.

That night, at Heather’s bedroom, she was overjoyed with glee, knowing she had sex with a robot; more importantly, she broke her brother’s wife and somehow raped her body.
“Oh, how wonderfully awesome! I never felt so climatically proud!” She cheered.
Just then, the phone rang. She picked it up and had a phone call from her friend, Joseph. She was told to come to the bar in one hour.
At the bar, one hour later, she found her big six feet, five inched friend, who was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and stone grey khakis. She sat next to him and had a drink together. Heather then talked to him about what she did the other day.
“Joseph, have you ever met Steven’s wife lately?” She asked.
Joseph replied, “I think I know her when I saw her at the reception last month. It’s no wonder that she has the looks Farra Stevens of The Gang.”
“Yeah, but I thought her husband would be a big fat tank like Peter Giese, the famed guitarist of said band.” She stated, evading the subject, “She ended up becoming married to a slim brainy front man, Percival Gaynes; and it’s just like my brother marrying a robot!”
“Whoa! Wait! Farra Stevens is a robot?”
“NO! Dipshit! Steven’s wife! I could care less about that stupid bassist! Though, their drummer, Heather Dunn, is a great lady to have a robot modeled after.”
“I don’t believe you,” he said to her.
She then told her about what she did earlier tonight, which led to Joseph in a shocked look. He then said to her that it was just a mistake… even for a manipulative bitch.
“Yeah!” She yelled, gulping down a shot of rum, “My brother acts like a freak, since her wife died of suicide! He never told me why, but I am glad I fucked his wife, or a reasonable facsimile thereof!”
“Dude… I feel sorry for you,” he said, “But have you ever admitted it to your brother?”
Heather then pouted and said to herself, “I would, but how would I look at myself, after draining her battery power and raped her for no good reason.”
She got up from her stool and paid for her drinks. She then waved goodbye to Joseph and walked home, a bit staggered, because she was drunk.

The next morning, she had a call from Steven, who wanted to speak to her about yesterday.
“Heather, we need to talk…” he said.
“Oh, okay… can you at least wait until the afternoon?” she moaned, “I’m a bit hungover.”

Later that afternoon, Heather arrived and saw Farra, who was still deactivated, with her eyes and mouth closed and without wearing a top.
“Just like yesterday, huh?” She thought aloud.
Steven arrived and found her with Farra.
“We need to talk about yesterday…” he said, “What did you do to her?”
“Uh, well, she was being a bit horny at me,” she lied, “So, she wanted to fuck me hard. However, she ended up running low on power. But, as she was about to leave, I kind of spilled water on her.”
Steven shook his head and growled, “Guess again!”
“Would you believe she had a virus and I was trying to fix her using my 290 IQ?”
“I believe your IQ; not your story.”
“She malfunctioned! She went to the kitchen, but then her circuits took a nose plunge!”
“Heather!” He growled, tapping his foot.
Heather gave up.
“All right! You win!” She cried, “I fucked her! I was tempted to see if she would be able to love a woman! Loving a man is great, when you’re a woman; but her battery was dying, and my sexual instinct forced me to hold on for dear life. I… I was weak! When she died, I… well, I couldn’t let her go like that!”
Steven huffed, but calmed down and approached Heather.
“Is that all?” He asked, “Why didn’t you say so, sis?”
“Well, at first I hated her, when you and her were playing tonsil-hockey arcade,” she explained, “But… it was like…”
“I understand.”
He pulled out a small black remote and showed it to Heather.
“You know, I was thinking about having a companion for Farra,” he added, “So, I thought you’d be perfect for this situation.”
“I… don’t understand,” she explained, “You’re not mad at me?”
“No… of course not,” Steven said, “Why would I be mad at one of my creations?”
Heather gasped.
“Steven… you, you wouldn’t dare!” Heather pleaded, knowing the remote was for her, and NOT Farra.
She rushed to him, trying to reach for the remote, but it was too late. He pressed the button and she froze in place, with her arm flailing.
“Naughty, naughty Heather,” he said, walking around his sister, “You were a bad girl, trying to damage my wife like that. It’s no wonder the last five wives I created were broken.”
He then placed an USB drive into her waist and plugged her in.
“There were Alexis, Bridget, Cecelia, Delilah, and Eve; every last girl was destroyed, because you are programmed for H.L.A. I’m meekly disappointed in you, Heather. Yet you’ve showed compassion towards Farra, after my five wives; and I was hoping you’d be wife #7 after Greta, who in the event Farra breaks down.”
She activated her and unplugged her USB Drive.
“Hello, my darling; I am Heather,” she spoke in an electronic voice, “I love you, my darling; please do me!”
Steven then activated Farra and said, “I have a better idea!”
Farra approached Heather and held her tight. She then took her blouse off, revealing her naked body. She then took off her pants and placed her in bed.
“Do me, Farra,” Heather said in a trance-like state, “Fuck me rotten!”
They made out and kissed each other. Steven stepped out to the door and waited outside. Heather’s body was laid out in front as Farra placed her crotch onto Heather’s; she then rubbed on her up and down, while moaning and groaning.
“Oh, yes… do me… unh… oh… uh, yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” She cried in a warbled voice.
Heather began to spark and smoke, as she was malfunctioning. Farra continued on and grasp Heather’s breasts really tight. She laid onto her in front and began to caress her naked body.
“No… yes… no, no! Yes! Yes! SYSTEM FAILURE!” She cried out.
Farra got up and held her hips tight. Heather tried to get up, with her front hip leaking out a clear white fluid.
“Ah… ahh… AHH…” she shrieked, still smoking and gyrating, “System error! I… I… CANNOT FUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION!!! SYSTEM OVERLOAD! TOO MUCH AROUSAL! SEX-SEX-SEX-SEXUAL TENSION OVERLOADING!!! F-F-F-F-F-F-FUCK MEEEEEEE! I… I… I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I… NO MORE! SYSTEM FAILURE! ERROR! ERROR!!! ERROR!!!”
Her waist panel exploded and started to smoke prematurely.
“Ste-Ste-Steven… what did I ever do to you?” Heather whimpered, while she was overheating.
“Nothing. It’s what you did to them!” He said as held Farra by the arms, “But, I’m sure I’ll make you forget you ever met me and her.”
Heather’s naked and damaged body collapsed on the bed, with her legs flailing over the front end of the bed. She smoked from the mouth, with her eyes wide open and her lips curled, and her body was immobilized.
“Heather… goodbye, my sister,” he said as he closed her eyes, “I’m sorry that my suicide story was to throw you off guard. To be honest, I was sick and tired of seeing you destroy every single wife I ever created.”
Farra held him tight and asked, “Will she be okay?”
“She will… as long as she obeys me from now on,” he stated.
They kissed each other and Steven leaves for work.
“Will you come home for my scheduled sex session, darling?” Farra asked.
“I will… you deserve at least a full evening with me,” he smiled, “Oh, and if you can, leave Heather by my study. I’ll have to dismantle her for some bugs she had.”
He leaves for work as Farra looked at a broken-down Heather and laid by her. She then held her shoulders down and was blushing beet red.
“I love you… darling…” Farra whispered, as she stroke Heather’s auburn hair. She kissed her and closed her eyes.
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This story is purely fictional; the names are taboo to protect real people and it has no comparison of ANY facts of real live what-so-ever.
No gynoids were harmed in the writing of this story.

MisterXYZ (RoboTomo) · Post by **MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)** » Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:20 pm

If you guys like it, let me know. I had the thought of continuing the story... but with more sexual stuff and more language, bleeped out.

Also, to the ADMINs, if you want to fix it as an Uncensored story, now's your chance.