To Love a Girl... (Part 7)

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

That night, while Mia was driving Heather back to the lab, the Farra robot arrived from Percival’s room, and was completely nude. She approached Farra, who was sleeping, sitting up. She sat by her and fondled at her body. She kissed and licked her face and started to feel aroused.
“Sorry about earlier,” she said to an out cold Farra, “I guess maybe you did know about yourself.”
She removed her navy blue bra and looked at her.
“You’ll be all right… my sex pal…”

It happened earlier that morning, while Alison took care of Heather at her house. Farra robot was being riled up. Percival was in bed with her, sticking his dick inside her pussy and humping up and down. Robot Farra started to cry out and become aroused.
“More… OH! Ah! Oh! More! Yes!” She pleaded.
“Keep going, you say?” Percival called out.
He continued, as the gynoid clamped his butt.
Meanwhile, outside the bedroom door, Farra was drinking a can of beer, waiting for the sex to end.
“Seems Percival is enjoying his new wife robot,” she sighed, “This is only for testing. I cannot wait to fuck him again.”
The robot climaxed, Percival let out a groan, and Farra took a sip of beer. She stepped in the bedroom and saw Percival in bed, exhausted, while the robot started to smoke a bit.
“System climaxed… shutdown… imminennnnn…”
She clicked her eyes closed and was powered down. Percival took a cigarette and smoked. Farra then carried the gynoid away, taking it to her basement.
“Hey, darling,” he called, “Don’t be too long. I need more of her forbidden functions of kama sutra.”
Farra smiled, “Oh, sure. I need to do one more thing first. Then afterwards, we need to talk about the Steven robot we’re dismantling.”
“Yeesh. Don’t remind me…”
Farra left, as Percival fell asleep. Today was his day off from work; which, of course it is a Sunday.

At the basement, Farra reactivated her and began to move robotically. She was acting like her robot self from before.
“Hello… my mistress…” she spoke, “Care for another round?”
Farra was dressed in her blue underwear and started to pop and lock towards her gynoid double. She walked and talked like a robot, just like before.
“My darling…” Farra said, “Fuck me.”
“I never asked for your name, sexy robot woman,” she asked, “You do remind me of someone.”
“My name is Farra. I am a humanoid prototype machine. I am simply like a human, but I am robotic.”
The robot smiled and licked her lips, “What a coincidence… my name is Farra, too. Shall we begin?”
Farra approached her double and began to fuck her. The robot clamped her butt, as Farra grinded and swivel her crotch onto the robot’s synthetic pussy. The robot was completely aroused, while Farra was completely moaning in pain. But then, as she took off her bra, the robot grabbed her right hand and tried to place it in her crotch. Farra was shocked, but she was very aroused, since the gynoid dug her fingers into her pussy. However, she suddenly felt uneasy.
“Farra,” she asked, “What are you doing?”
The Farra robot cried out, “I want your robotic love! Dig into me and play with--, play with--, play wit--, play wi--, play--.”
She started to malfunction, while Farra’s hand was inside her pussy. She pulled it out and tried to calm her down. But then…
“YAH! My wedding band!” She cried.
It turns out that her wedding band in her right hand was inside her robot, when it was dug in.
“Farra! Calm down! What did you do to my ring?” She asked her.
The robot did nothing. She shook, spark, and smoke.
“Error! Foreign object located… removal at once… removal… at once… Error! Malfunction!”
“Farra, you… you remind… me of…” she said to Farra, while smoking from her head.
“No! Farra, don’t do it!” She shrieked.
She then wound down, “Error… Error… remooooo…”
Her breasts suddenly open and became erect. Her lips were curled, his eyes were blank, and her pussy was emitting a small white substance. She let out a faint beep, as Farra was upset.
“Oh, no,” she whimpered, “I was only having fun, and she suddenly broke down. That is the last time I become Android Farra.”
She laid her down and opened her frontal hip panel. She found that her pipe in her pussy that let the thick white goo out was clogged, with Farra’s ring. She pulled it out with tweezers; and then…
SPLOOSH!!!
All of Farra robot’s white stuff splattered all over Farra. She started to shake and feel damp.
“EW!!!” She shrieked.
She held her up and was angry at her. She smacked her in the face and cried out, “YOU GODDAMN ROBOT! How dare you?”
She was extremely pissed, knowing that she shut down, over a clog in her hip. Farra then looked at herself and began to wash herself off. After she finished, she refilled Farra robot’s container of white juice. She then removed her battery power and placed it on the table.
“I’ll deal with this problem later,” Farra sighed, “I’m too pissed off over being soaked in white fluid.”
She went upstairs and left the basement. The robot was stood in place, frozen and motionless. Some white stuff dripped slowly from her crotch, as she was completely broken.

Up at living room, they began to show the schematics for Steven robot. Percival suggested a bigger dick, about 20 inches long.
“No, that would be tough for the woman,” she said, “I tried it out on the Farra prototype and the Mary Lynne prototype; and it turns out that it can damage your mouth, going in too deep.”
“Aw, come on!” He cried, “Only you know how to build him. Besides, I helped created Farra, your first robot.”
She rubbed her hair, still with a little white goo in it and groaned, “I refuse to have a giant dick.”
“Oh, please, darling? We’ll try for 18.”
“NO! The length is nine inches.”
“How about twenty?”
“Twelve!”
“Fourteen!”
“Sixteen!”
“Nineteen!”
“Ten!”
“Done!”
“Ten inches, it is,” Farra said, as she drew the dick outline and added ten inches to his prototype in a blueprint. Farra was happy to draw it, as Percival grew concerned.
“You don’t feel well,” he asked, “You’re not yourself. You should be cheery. Something wrong?”
Farra griped, “That robot snagged my ring into her hip. And when I repaired her, she spewed all over me with her woman goo.”
Percival asked, “Why so riled up?”
Farra sighed, “It’s just that she made me full of disgusting fluid. I can’t believe she did that… while I was fucking her.”
Percival smiled and hugged her, “It’s okay. It’s just a faulty wiring in her.”
“Thank you, my darling…” she whispered.

The following afternoon, Percival went to the bar for a drink. Farra went downstairs and rebuilt the gynoid. She opened her eyes and was sad.
“Mommy… how could you fool me like that?” She asked.
Farra gasped, “How did you--?”
“Your wedding ring. I knew you weren’t a prototype robot. You’re just her… uh, you. And here I thought you were a sleeper unit.”
Farra shook her head and smiled, “Sorry. I just had some sexual urges in me. Don’t worry. If I do it again, I’ll let you know.”
“Oh, good,” she said, as she held up a ring.
She lodged it into her pussy and smiled.
“Now, we’re even,” she giggled.
But then, Farra started to twitch around. The robot removed the ring and apologized. Farra winked and said, “Just kidding!”
They both laughed, as Farra held her tight.
“How about we have a little fun, tonight at 11pm?” She asked.
“It’s a date…” the gynoid responded.

That night, the robot took off a sleeping Farra’s navy blue bra and began to fondle her.
“Oh, you’re so soft, Farra robot,” she whispered as she started to move around.
“Did you remove your ring?” She asked.
“I did… now let’s fuck.”
They started to make out with each other, as the robot clamped her hip. Farra kissed and licked her erect nipples and made her double laugh. She was ticklish. She held Farra’s head and tongue kissed her in the mouth.
“Kiss me, Farra,” she said, as they locked lips.
Farra dropped her down on the mattress and started to spread he legs out. She landed on her, crotch-to-crotch, and began to hump around. Farra started to sweat and groan, while the robot Farra was feeling hot.
“Overheating… System overheating… sexual overload… Overload! Overload! OVERLOAD!”
Her voice went higher, as she started to smoke.
“YES! Do it, you bitch!” She cried, as she continued.
Farra flopped down, as the robot, still overheating, went into Farra’s pussy. She bent down and stuck her tongue into her pussy, licking around it. Farra continued to pant and moan, while the gynoid continued to lick.
“YES! AHH! AHH! AHH!! AHHH!!! AHHH!!! FUCK!!! AHH, YES!!! AHHH!!!!!”
She let out a high-pitched scream and cried out, “OH! NO!!! AHH! OH! AHH!!!”
Her pussy spewed white stuff into her face and mouth. It dampened all over her face, cooling her off. Farra then collapsed on the floor, feeling climaxed. But she started to smoke, as well. Her breasts, all erect, split open into a small slit, letting out a massive cloud of smoke. The robot Farra was still on the couch, as she looked at her mother, who is obviously a sleeper robot.
“Mommy…” she gasped, “She’s a… she’s a…”
Farra started to warble, with her eyes crossed, “F…ck me… h…e fu… ith… me, y… nas… rl… F… me…uck me… darrrrr…”
The robot held her up and gyrate her breasts around, causing her creator to shut down.
Her eyes were straightened, and she spoke in a robot voice:
“System process deleted… memory deleted… resume normal human functions… Fatal error prevented… File code X719 activated… I am Farra Stevens… I am a human… I am not a robot… I am… I am… I am…”
“HUH? Mother is a…” she cringed.
Her eyes turned blue, and then black. She spoke in a deep robot voice:
“Memory deletion complete… rebooting function… please turn off Farra… by pressing her left nipple…”
She deactivated her and she closed her eyes.
“Thank you,” she spoke, “Sleep Mode activate…”
She collapsed and was sleeping. She woke up a couple minutes later, as the Farra robot shook in fear.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???” She cried.
Farra woke up and asked, “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you were up. Did you enjoy my husband?”
The gynoid shook and smoked.
“Fatal error! Danger! Warning! Shutdown… Shut… doooooow…”
She collapsed, as she was broken down. Her body started to smoke continuously.
“NO! Wake up!” She cried, “Was it something I said?”
She carried her up, trying to fix her. How will the gynoid explain that the woman who created her is a robot? She didn’t.

The next morning, she got up and was dressed for work. She activated her robot and ordered her to be on standby. Of course, she didn’t remember about the sleeper Farra, since her entire day she recorded crashed. She was laid in bed, face-down, with her butt sticking out.
“Stand-by…” She said, as her eyes blinked green.
“Okay, see you later tonight,” Farra smiled, as she shut the door.
As she went down stairs, she said to herself, “Today’s the day… we find out if Heather is worthy of being spared.”
When she arrived at work, she was in for a big surprise…

To be continued…

[hyperspace51]

:0 I LOVE THIS!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

:0 I LOVE THIS!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!

No problem. If yyou have any ideas for the next chapter, let me know.

[Devil]

I could see Heather finding out "Mother" is a robot and all hell breaks loose?

[MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]

I could see Heather finding out "Mother" is a robot and all hell breaks loose?

We'll see. That would be exciting. Of course, the Real Farra doesn't know who or what she is. That'll be explained in the final chapter.