I'm still thinking about what to do for Teacher: Lesson 2. In the meantime, I'll dump some short-shorts here! The point of this is quick, single post stories. If the reaction is positive, perhaps it will become routine between my longer stories.
Quick Corruptions, an Android Age Anthology
Service With a Smile
by Grendizer
Gabriel Price could see the plains outside whip by at 500 miles an hour, but he just didn't feel the speed. He frowned. Gabe liked speed, and the luxury TranzRail maglev didn't sate his desire for high velocity. On the positive side, he had managed to avoid the Sardine Express, as people had come to characterize traditional passenger jetliners. In fact, his accommodations were spacious and festooned with unnecessaries, like mint chocolates and gourmet cheese baskets. No wonder domestic passenger flight had nearly disappeared. Ellen would like this.
When the doorbell to his compartment rang, he recalled other perks.
“Enter,” said Gabe.
The door swished open, and one of TranzRail's androids stepped inside. She stood no more than 5'6”, dressed in a railway attendant's red and black uniform with a black knee-length skirt. Her attire did nothing to hide curves that rivaled one of Old Man Hef's playmates. Her hat, pinning down short brunette curls, reminded him of an old-time bellhop's, but the smiling face beneath it elicited other visions. Her name badge read “Sandy” in large bold relief.
“We will reach our destination in approximately one hour, Sir,” she said. “Will you require any refreshments or other services before disembarking?”
“Close the door and come sit with me a while, Sandy,” said Gabe. He patted a space on the cushion next to him.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, closing the door.
When her ass swished by him, he could smell a light perfume. He smacked her butt, the firm pseudo-flesh rebounding under his palm. Sandy's smile didn't waver as she sat, and she did not react to his molestation. He placed a hand on her knee.
“How may I help you, Sir?” she said. He detected no irony or distaste in her voice, only an innocent request.
“Unbutton your jacket, Sandy,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and began to do so. “But I must warn you, Sir, since your actions indicate you desire to copulate with me: I am a Rothman Model GS-1000. I am neither programmed or properly equipped for sexual congress.”
“That's OK, Sandy. Nobody is perfect.”
She only smiled at him. When she finished unbuttoning her jacket, Gabe started on her blouse. When he finished, he pulled out one of her cream-colored tits. He played with it, pinching he dark nipple. As she had stated, she was not fully equipped, so the nipple did not become erect, though her breast felt real to him.
“I'm going to feed you, Sandy,” he said.
“It would be my pleasure to share a meal with you, Sir. Did you bring something, or shall you order for us?” Rail androids didn't have sex organs, as such, but they were programmed to keep guests company if requested, and that included sharing meals. Android mastication required a lubricated “digestive tract” in order to facilitate the illusion of eating and enable the machines to clean themselves afterward. As it turned out, nature had a good general plan, so android guts mirrored human guts, though greatly simplified. Therefore, to get what he wanted, he needed to induce Sandy to lubricate herself.
“I've got your meal right here,” he said, unzipping his pants. His erection popped out, waving at the maglev's ceiling.
Sandy, still smiling, looked down at his hardon. “Ingestion of human flesh is not permitted, Sir.” No hint of sarcasm or derision entered her voice or her expression. She sounded as if she'd just given him directions at a customer service booth.
“You don't chew on it, Sandy,” he said. “You just have to suck it until I jizz in your pretty little mouth. How about that?”
“I would be happy to share such a fine meal with you, Sir.” He could already see her teeth grow shiny, as the lubricant soaked her mouth. “It looks delicious!”
Gabe removed a bottle of prolactin inhibitors from his pocket and popped two pills into his mouth; he didn't want to have to wait to sample both ends.
“Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips, Sandy,” he said.
The moment she complied, he took her chocolate hair in his fists and pulled her face down onto his cock. Her mouth felt slick and exquisite, though programming would have made it better. The back of her throat felt warm, because her model used the esophageal tract as a radiator, putting a use to the illusion of breathing. Her tongue flailed about in an attempt to accommodate his erection, unintentionally adding to his pleasure. He remembered he'd told her to suck him, so he let go of her hair to see how she'd do on her own.
With more spontaneity than he'd expected, Sandy gripped the base of his cock and began a series of long sucking strokes, licking the tip with special emphasis. After a minute, he realized that she had chosen to emulate licking a popsicle, the format that most closely matched his meal instructions in her database. He covered his forehead with the back of his hand and leaned back, squeezing his eyes shut.
“That's it, Sandy,” he said. “Just like that baby. You're doing great!”
A few seconds later she pulled her mouth from him, said, “This doesn't taste like any popsicle I've had before, Sir.”
“Shut up and keep sucking, Sandy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After about twenty minutes, he grabbed her hair with both hands and forced his whole length into her wet mouth. His orgasm made him shudder, and he held her head still until the rush had passed. When he released her, she licked his cock clean, eating his ejaculate as ordered, and then sat up. She had the damnedest perma-smile he'd ever seen.
“You've got some on your chin, Sandy,” he said.
“Thank you, Sir.” She dabbed at it with a handkerchief from her jacket. “The meal was very good. Is it your own recipe?”
He barked a laugh. Gabe had no illusions about the contingency branches that must be whirling through her code, so he assumed that some programmer had had a bit of fun with all the Sandy models.
“Take off your jacket, Sandy.” She complied with good cheer. He exposed her other tit, played with it briefly, then said, “now get up. Walk five paces away from the couch, and place your hands on the wall for me.” His erection had not abated, and he wanted to sample Sandy's other charms.
“Yes, Sir.” His instructions caused her to lean forward in order to reach the wall so that her ass pushed up in the air.
“That's it, Sandy. Now look back at me.” He walked up behind her, as she turned her head to face him, then squeezed one of her ass cheeks through the tight material of her skirt. He gave it another slap, harder this time. It gave him a fetching bounce, and the sound satisfied him. Still, Sandy didn't move, didn't break her smile. He pulled up her skirt over her hips, pulled down her white panties to her knees, and gave her crotch a feel with a hand. Where a vagina would have been on a real woman, or even his home android, only smooth seamless pseudo-flesh met his probing. But he could feel the slick secretions oozing from her asshole. He slid a thumb up to her hole and pressed. Her body resisted a bit, then the orifice swallowed him up to his palm. The opening pulsed around him firmly, and he could feel cilia swipe against him with wet strokes. Her body thought of him as waste to be ejected.
“Fuck, Sandy,” he said. He began to pump his thumb in and out of her. “Fuck.”
“I am a Rothman Model GS-1000. I am neither programmed or properly equipped for sexual congress.”
“For a supposedly asexual model, you've got a cute ass, Sandy,” he said.
“Thank you, Sir!”
He pulled out his thumb and replaced it with his cock, thrusting hard just to see if he could throw her off balance. She hardly moved, except to ensure he didn't injure himself.
“Pardon me for getting in your way, Sir! But I have not been instructed to move.”
“That's right, you just keep your sexy little butt right there!”
“Yes, Sir.”
With each stroke it seemed the cilia became more insistent, the pulsing more rapid. He reached around and grabbed one of her jouncing tits. “That's it, Sandy. Keep trying to push me out.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Minutes later, he bore down on her hips and shot his load into her spasming ass. He stayed there, taking a moment to collect himself, then pulled away, falling back onto the couch.
“Good job, Sandy!”
“Thank you, Sir!”
“Just get dressed, and ...” He looked down at his erection and paused. His eyebrows shot up. “Sandy?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Why is my dick blue?”
“I am a Rothman Model GS-1000. I am neither programmed or properly equipped for sexual congress. Therefore my excretory tract uses environmentally safe chemical agents to break down masticated food matter.” She began to get dressed.
“Is it safe?”
“The Rothman Group only uses environmentally safe materials in the production of its fine line of professional android units, Sir,” she said, and fastened the last button on her coat.
“Sandy?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“How long does this stuff take to wash off?”
She paused, he assumed, to check an AlterReal database. “Laboratory results claim human skin will retain pigmentation for approximately two weeks after exposure. Will there be anything else, Sir?” She pulled down her skirt, smoothed it over primly.
“No.”
“Very good, Sir. Enjoy the rest of your time with TranzRail!” She turned and left, the door swishing closed behind her.
Gabe looked down at himself again. Blue as a Smurf. Ellen didn't mind him having sex with androids, even joined in much of the time, not like some of his buddies' wives, but how would he explain this? “Shit.”
Quick Corruptions: An Android Age Anthology
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If freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free.
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ROTFL. Good joke there by the manufacturer.
Reminds me of a tale from the Navy.
They have a ceremony called "Blue Nose" for ships (mainly submarines) that cross the Arctic Circle. Well, these border right on hazing, so many pranks are perpetrated by both the previous awardess and the newbies.
One of the newbies gets a bright idea, and he and his buddy fill the captains shower head with powdered blue die.
Water is a precious commodity at sea, so the captain is standing under the shower head when he turns it on... and promptly dies himself blue as a smurf.
Reminds me of a tale from the Navy.
They have a ceremony called "Blue Nose" for ships (mainly submarines) that cross the Arctic Circle. Well, these border right on hazing, so many pranks are perpetrated by both the previous awardess and the newbies.
One of the newbies gets a bright idea, and he and his buddy fill the captains shower head with powdered blue die.
Water is a precious commodity at sea, so the captain is standing under the shower head when he turns it on... and promptly dies himself blue as a smurf.
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LOL. That's pretty funny. I wonder how long the Captain was blue?
I used to flip through my Dad's old Navy books. Lots of crazy initiation/award hazing going on. Even after seeing it, I still can't picture my Dad actually going through it. One of them had a guy covered in grease and dunked in a metal tub of icy water. Still don't know what that was about.
Next Quick Corruption is "Calibration."
I used to flip through my Dad's old Navy books. Lots of crazy initiation/award hazing going on. Even after seeing it, I still can't picture my Dad actually going through it. One of them had a guy covered in grease and dunked in a metal tub of icy water. Still don't know what that was about.
Next Quick Corruption is "Calibration."
If freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free.
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Another ribald tale. This one is about control...
Calibration
by Grendizer
“Their only strength is the will of their user; their only weakness is the will of their user; their only desire is the will of their user. Their only purpose is to be used by their user — whether they are 'happier' for this is irrelevant to them. You ask if an android could wish to kill its user? We call that suicide, sir.” — Charles Rothman, founder and CEO, Rothman Group, in a 2045 ARNet interview
Jonathan had done as much setup over the AlterReal as possible. Anatomica Designs had a famous editor personality, asking questions beyond hair, eye, and skin color about his new purchase that he'd never considered. When the bell rang, his AR suite reported what waited outside, and his heart became a pounding snare drum before he'd even reached the door. And now he gazed at the most perfect ass he could imagine, exposed beneath a short, frilly maid's skirt. Monica, his new property, rummaged through his closet, collecting data on his preferred styles. Jonathan had sported a hardon well before she'd bent to her current task.
Monica stood up and turned to him. His breath caught. Her cleavage bulged like two half moons colliding above her bustier, and her skin looked like fresh honey. Blond hair fell over her shoulders, brushed and styled to the sheen of moving water. Big green eyes gazed up at him. He blushed, because her expression seemed more appropriate to a teenager meeting a celebrity heartthrob.
“Stage Three calibration is complete, Master Jonathan,” she said in a concerto English accent. She blushed, casting her eyes down. “If it pleases you, Master Jonathan, we can move to Stage Four calibration.”
“Remind me of the calibration stages up to this one,” he said, his mouth suddenly dry. He wanted to hear her say it, though he knew.
She glanced back up at him. He couldn't mistake the look in her eyes for anything but lust. “Stage One: Bodyguard, Stage Two: Secretary, Stage Three: Maid, Stage Four: Consort. That is what you ordered me to be, Master Jonathan. I want to be everything you wish.” She stepped close to him, her delicate hands almost touching his chest, but he had made her too servile to do so without his leave, except in emergencies. She gazed at his lips. He could feel her warm breath brush his neck softly. “But I need you to tell me.” She looked back into his eyes. “I need you to show me how to please you.”
“Then undress for me,” he said.
Without hesitation, without pulling her gaze from him, she began to remove her clothing.
“Slower,” he said. “Much slower.” Monica's fingers reduced their pace, as they pulled at the hook-and-eyes of her bustier.
In the corner of his eye he could see the Anatomica calibration widget blink. He expanded it. Sliding gauges showed various parameters, while an animated line graph showed the change in them over time. It also let him alter arousal and sensitivity. Most of these had sub-settings. He saw that the sensitivity slider had an adjustable orgasm checkbox with its own settings, while the arousal slider had similar wetness settings. He moved the current arousal slider from twenty percent to fifty percent.
Monica let out a moan, and her knees began to wobble slightly. Her hands shook a bit as they moved over her bustier. Jonathan noted that the sensitivity slider had edged up from forty to sixty percent, moving closer to the orgasm ticker. Obviously it was slaved to the arousal slider. He smiled. How fun was that?
“How are you feeling, Monica?” he said.
“Oh, Master Jonathan,” she said. “I feel … hot. I'm so hot. My erogenous zones are burning up!”
“Don't speak so clinically,” he said. “When we are alone, you will use provocative language when you refer to your 'erogenous zones' and what you are doing with them. Understood?”
Her blush intensified, but she nodded. “I understand, Master Jonathan.”
“So, how are you feeling?”
She looked away from him, as her breasts came free of her uniform. “My panties are soaked, and my pussy is burning up.” The bustier fell to the floor. Her toned stomach flexed with each breath. She started to remove her mini skirt next.
“What do you want to do about that?”
Her voice held a pleading note. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Very good, Monica. Here's your reward.” He raised her arousal another ten percent. She gasped, but managed to finish unzipping her skirt. It fell to the floor about her ankles. She unclasped her garters and pulled her panties down, leaving only garter belt, fishnet hose, and black pumps. When she stood erect, Jonathan could see her hairless pussy, red and glistening. A trail of juices ran down her inner thighs. She inched fingers down her stomach toward her wetness. “Don't move,” he said.
She looked at him wide eyed, a mixture of attentiveness and desperation warring in her, and he could tell desire for release wracked her. “What were you about to do?”
“Play with my pussy until I came,” she said. “Please, Master Jonathan. I want you to fuck me.”
He grabbed her hair by the nape, and put his mouth close to hers. Her eyes closed, as though she expected a kiss. “Don't ever touch yourself unless I say. That pussy is mine. Everything you are is mine.”
“Yes, Master Jonathan.”
Jonathan trailed the fingers of his other hand over her jawline, down her neck and to her breasts. He pinched her nipple, eliciting another moan from the android. He nipped at her bottom lip, sucked it between his teeth, then kissed her deeply. Her warm softness thrilled him.
“Kneel,” he said.
She knelt, her eyes still on him.
“Unzip my pants and take out my cock.” Hungry for her own satisfaction, she had his erection in her hands in moments. “Stroke it.” He didn't need to tell her to add lube. The editor had helped him take care of that. She touched him with reverence, as her palms became slick. When her hands were ready, she gripped him firmly and stroked from the base, twisting at the tip. He almost hissed at the sensation. After a few minutes, he said, “Now suck on it.” She suckled him between her lips for a second, then swallowed him whole, bobbing her head back and forth. The warmth of her mouth electrified him, and spikes of pleasure shot through his body. “Fuck, your mouth is good, Monica. Don't stop.” Without being told, she had combined the stroking and twisting motion into her sucking, and the sensation made him pant. But he realized he didn't want to finish this way, so he pulled her head away from him. For a second her mouth suckled the air, her eyes closed, as though she expected his cock to meet her lips, but then she looked up at him. He could see in her eyes that her own needs hadn't diminished, but she smiled anyway, seeing the look on his face. Her lips glistened with the aftermath of servicing him.
Jonathan stumbled back from her, and removed his pants completely. He shuffled back until he ran into a couch with a dull thump at his calves. He fell to the cushions, and breathed a little raggedly. “Come to me, Monica.” She began to get to her feet, but he said, “crawl.” She cut a fine figure, he thought, as the android made its way to him on hands and knees. When she got to him, she looked at his cock, licked her lips. “Stand up, then turn around and bend over.”
He marveled at the supple stretch of her legs, and the smooth ass cheeks. He couldn't believe he owned her. In the widget, he turned up the wetness setting and unchecked the orgasm box. Jonathan gave her ass a squeeze and a smack. She squeaked in surprise at the treatment. “This is what you like, Monica,” he said. “In fact, you love it!” He saw the arousal bar increase a few percentages, and she moaned. After a few more smacks, she became a bit red above her thighs. So life-like.
“Please,” she said, “please spank me again, Master Jonathan.” A clot of white cream formed on her pussy, and he bit his lips.
“I've got other plans,” he said. “Face me and place your hands on my shoulders.” She did so, and he could see the fever for release bubbling in her eyes. Anatomica Designs were a pack of dark geniuses, he decided. He licked his fingers and inserted them into her moist pussy, curling them just over her g-spot, while placing his thumb just below her clit, teasingly out of reach. Her sex clinched down on his digits reflexively. “Now, make yourself feel good with my fingers, Monica.”
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, she rocked her hips back and forth, while he tried to keep his fingers still. Immediately, his hand and forearm were soaked in her juices. He knew it would never be enough, no matter how frantic her gyrations, until he reselected the orgasm checkbox. Her panting turned rapid and ragged, her eyes wild with desire. After a while, she cried out. “Oh, Master Jonathan, your fingers!”
“What about them, Monica?”
“So good,” she managed in a husky voice, “they feel so good inside me!”
He removed his hand from her, and tasted his fingers. Cherries, he decided. He remembered telling the editor to surprise him, so long as she tasted like some popular fruit. He spent a long time testing her flavor, even going back for seconds, which made her moan again.
“Please ...” she began, but he shoved his slick fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.
“You like that too,” he said, issuing the order. She sighed, sucking on his fingers. The arousal slider had reached maximum, and the sensitivity slider had passed the orgasm checkbox. He saw that if he slid the orgasm checkbox down, it would intensify the results, so he did. “Sit on my cock, Monica.”
Immediately, her eyes lit up, and he almost laughed. She climbed onto the couch, straddling him, and lowered herself onto him. Hot pleasure shot through him, as he entered her. So tight and hot, he thought. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against him. “Oh, yes,” she hissed into his ears. “Oh, Master Jonathan, it feels so grand!” He pulled her head back by her hair, nuzzled and kissed her breasts, extracting a whimper of pleasure from her. Every inch of her skin had become over-sensitized by his fiddling, and his every touch sent shivers through her body. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her hips rocked faster. He'd kept himself at the edge too long, toying with her, and he felt his own climax approaching fast. With more desperation than he'd intended, he reselected the orgasm checkbox, and Monica shuddered over him and screamed something incoherent. He felt her spasm around his cock, and that pushed him over the edge. He came hard into her, gasping at the intensity of his release. But Monica wasn't done. He could feel her in the throws a full paroxysm, gasping at his every touch, her body quivering over him. Her eyes had rolled back, and she seemed unresponsive to her surroundings. She looked beautiful this way, helpless and quaking in ecstasy. He considered placing her on the couch and just leaving her like that for a while, but he knew he should finish the system setup. With a sigh, he deselected the orgasm checkbox and reset her arousal status to default. With unnatural alacrity, she came back to earth, her eyes bright and attentive. Her blush disappeared too, as if she were some kind of chameleon.
“Stage Four calibration complete,” she said, smiling, as if nothing had happened. “If it pleases you, we can move on to Stage Five calibration, entertainment. My records indicate that you enjoy chess?”
“Oh, yes,” he said, amused. “But it occurs to me that Stage Four is likely far more entertaining than Stage Five.” He laughed. “You're blushing again!”
Calibration
by Grendizer
“Their only strength is the will of their user; their only weakness is the will of their user; their only desire is the will of their user. Their only purpose is to be used by their user — whether they are 'happier' for this is irrelevant to them. You ask if an android could wish to kill its user? We call that suicide, sir.” — Charles Rothman, founder and CEO, Rothman Group, in a 2045 ARNet interview
Jonathan had done as much setup over the AlterReal as possible. Anatomica Designs had a famous editor personality, asking questions beyond hair, eye, and skin color about his new purchase that he'd never considered. When the bell rang, his AR suite reported what waited outside, and his heart became a pounding snare drum before he'd even reached the door. And now he gazed at the most perfect ass he could imagine, exposed beneath a short, frilly maid's skirt. Monica, his new property, rummaged through his closet, collecting data on his preferred styles. Jonathan had sported a hardon well before she'd bent to her current task.
Monica stood up and turned to him. His breath caught. Her cleavage bulged like two half moons colliding above her bustier, and her skin looked like fresh honey. Blond hair fell over her shoulders, brushed and styled to the sheen of moving water. Big green eyes gazed up at him. He blushed, because her expression seemed more appropriate to a teenager meeting a celebrity heartthrob.
“Stage Three calibration is complete, Master Jonathan,” she said in a concerto English accent. She blushed, casting her eyes down. “If it pleases you, Master Jonathan, we can move to Stage Four calibration.”
“Remind me of the calibration stages up to this one,” he said, his mouth suddenly dry. He wanted to hear her say it, though he knew.
She glanced back up at him. He couldn't mistake the look in her eyes for anything but lust. “Stage One: Bodyguard, Stage Two: Secretary, Stage Three: Maid, Stage Four: Consort. That is what you ordered me to be, Master Jonathan. I want to be everything you wish.” She stepped close to him, her delicate hands almost touching his chest, but he had made her too servile to do so without his leave, except in emergencies. She gazed at his lips. He could feel her warm breath brush his neck softly. “But I need you to tell me.” She looked back into his eyes. “I need you to show me how to please you.”
“Then undress for me,” he said.
Without hesitation, without pulling her gaze from him, she began to remove her clothing.
“Slower,” he said. “Much slower.” Monica's fingers reduced their pace, as they pulled at the hook-and-eyes of her bustier.
In the corner of his eye he could see the Anatomica calibration widget blink. He expanded it. Sliding gauges showed various parameters, while an animated line graph showed the change in them over time. It also let him alter arousal and sensitivity. Most of these had sub-settings. He saw that the sensitivity slider had an adjustable orgasm checkbox with its own settings, while the arousal slider had similar wetness settings. He moved the current arousal slider from twenty percent to fifty percent.
Monica let out a moan, and her knees began to wobble slightly. Her hands shook a bit as they moved over her bustier. Jonathan noted that the sensitivity slider had edged up from forty to sixty percent, moving closer to the orgasm ticker. Obviously it was slaved to the arousal slider. He smiled. How fun was that?
“How are you feeling, Monica?” he said.
“Oh, Master Jonathan,” she said. “I feel … hot. I'm so hot. My erogenous zones are burning up!”
“Don't speak so clinically,” he said. “When we are alone, you will use provocative language when you refer to your 'erogenous zones' and what you are doing with them. Understood?”
Her blush intensified, but she nodded. “I understand, Master Jonathan.”
“So, how are you feeling?”
She looked away from him, as her breasts came free of her uniform. “My panties are soaked, and my pussy is burning up.” The bustier fell to the floor. Her toned stomach flexed with each breath. She started to remove her mini skirt next.
“What do you want to do about that?”
Her voice held a pleading note. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Very good, Monica. Here's your reward.” He raised her arousal another ten percent. She gasped, but managed to finish unzipping her skirt. It fell to the floor about her ankles. She unclasped her garters and pulled her panties down, leaving only garter belt, fishnet hose, and black pumps. When she stood erect, Jonathan could see her hairless pussy, red and glistening. A trail of juices ran down her inner thighs. She inched fingers down her stomach toward her wetness. “Don't move,” he said.
She looked at him wide eyed, a mixture of attentiveness and desperation warring in her, and he could tell desire for release wracked her. “What were you about to do?”
“Play with my pussy until I came,” she said. “Please, Master Jonathan. I want you to fuck me.”
He grabbed her hair by the nape, and put his mouth close to hers. Her eyes closed, as though she expected a kiss. “Don't ever touch yourself unless I say. That pussy is mine. Everything you are is mine.”
“Yes, Master Jonathan.”
Jonathan trailed the fingers of his other hand over her jawline, down her neck and to her breasts. He pinched her nipple, eliciting another moan from the android. He nipped at her bottom lip, sucked it between his teeth, then kissed her deeply. Her warm softness thrilled him.
“Kneel,” he said.
She knelt, her eyes still on him.
“Unzip my pants and take out my cock.” Hungry for her own satisfaction, she had his erection in her hands in moments. “Stroke it.” He didn't need to tell her to add lube. The editor had helped him take care of that. She touched him with reverence, as her palms became slick. When her hands were ready, she gripped him firmly and stroked from the base, twisting at the tip. He almost hissed at the sensation. After a few minutes, he said, “Now suck on it.” She suckled him between her lips for a second, then swallowed him whole, bobbing her head back and forth. The warmth of her mouth electrified him, and spikes of pleasure shot through his body. “Fuck, your mouth is good, Monica. Don't stop.” Without being told, she had combined the stroking and twisting motion into her sucking, and the sensation made him pant. But he realized he didn't want to finish this way, so he pulled her head away from him. For a second her mouth suckled the air, her eyes closed, as though she expected his cock to meet her lips, but then she looked up at him. He could see in her eyes that her own needs hadn't diminished, but she smiled anyway, seeing the look on his face. Her lips glistened with the aftermath of servicing him.
Jonathan stumbled back from her, and removed his pants completely. He shuffled back until he ran into a couch with a dull thump at his calves. He fell to the cushions, and breathed a little raggedly. “Come to me, Monica.” She began to get to her feet, but he said, “crawl.” She cut a fine figure, he thought, as the android made its way to him on hands and knees. When she got to him, she looked at his cock, licked her lips. “Stand up, then turn around and bend over.”
He marveled at the supple stretch of her legs, and the smooth ass cheeks. He couldn't believe he owned her. In the widget, he turned up the wetness setting and unchecked the orgasm box. Jonathan gave her ass a squeeze and a smack. She squeaked in surprise at the treatment. “This is what you like, Monica,” he said. “In fact, you love it!” He saw the arousal bar increase a few percentages, and she moaned. After a few more smacks, she became a bit red above her thighs. So life-like.
“Please,” she said, “please spank me again, Master Jonathan.” A clot of white cream formed on her pussy, and he bit his lips.
“I've got other plans,” he said. “Face me and place your hands on my shoulders.” She did so, and he could see the fever for release bubbling in her eyes. Anatomica Designs were a pack of dark geniuses, he decided. He licked his fingers and inserted them into her moist pussy, curling them just over her g-spot, while placing his thumb just below her clit, teasingly out of reach. Her sex clinched down on his digits reflexively. “Now, make yourself feel good with my fingers, Monica.”
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, she rocked her hips back and forth, while he tried to keep his fingers still. Immediately, his hand and forearm were soaked in her juices. He knew it would never be enough, no matter how frantic her gyrations, until he reselected the orgasm checkbox. Her panting turned rapid and ragged, her eyes wild with desire. After a while, she cried out. “Oh, Master Jonathan, your fingers!”
“What about them, Monica?”
“So good,” she managed in a husky voice, “they feel so good inside me!”
He removed his hand from her, and tasted his fingers. Cherries, he decided. He remembered telling the editor to surprise him, so long as she tasted like some popular fruit. He spent a long time testing her flavor, even going back for seconds, which made her moan again.
“Please ...” she began, but he shoved his slick fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.
“You like that too,” he said, issuing the order. She sighed, sucking on his fingers. The arousal slider had reached maximum, and the sensitivity slider had passed the orgasm checkbox. He saw that if he slid the orgasm checkbox down, it would intensify the results, so he did. “Sit on my cock, Monica.”
Immediately, her eyes lit up, and he almost laughed. She climbed onto the couch, straddling him, and lowered herself onto him. Hot pleasure shot through him, as he entered her. So tight and hot, he thought. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against him. “Oh, yes,” she hissed into his ears. “Oh, Master Jonathan, it feels so grand!” He pulled her head back by her hair, nuzzled and kissed her breasts, extracting a whimper of pleasure from her. Every inch of her skin had become over-sensitized by his fiddling, and his every touch sent shivers through her body. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her hips rocked faster. He'd kept himself at the edge too long, toying with her, and he felt his own climax approaching fast. With more desperation than he'd intended, he reselected the orgasm checkbox, and Monica shuddered over him and screamed something incoherent. He felt her spasm around his cock, and that pushed him over the edge. He came hard into her, gasping at the intensity of his release. But Monica wasn't done. He could feel her in the throws a full paroxysm, gasping at his every touch, her body quivering over him. Her eyes had rolled back, and she seemed unresponsive to her surroundings. She looked beautiful this way, helpless and quaking in ecstasy. He considered placing her on the couch and just leaving her like that for a while, but he knew he should finish the system setup. With a sigh, he deselected the orgasm checkbox and reset her arousal status to default. With unnatural alacrity, she came back to earth, her eyes bright and attentive. Her blush disappeared too, as if she were some kind of chameleon.
“Stage Four calibration complete,” she said, smiling, as if nothing had happened. “If it pleases you, we can move on to Stage Five calibration, entertainment. My records indicate that you enjoy chess?”
“Oh, yes,” he said, amused. “But it occurs to me that Stage Four is likely far more entertaining than Stage Five.” He laughed. “You're blushing again!”
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Thanks. I'm glad someone other than me is getting something out of this stuff. Without an audience, it tends to fizzle out rather than come to an actual end on my hard drives.
I've got a good handle on Teacher: Lesson 2 now, but I've got more in the pipeline for this anthology also. The titles Bath Time and Birthday come to mind, among others...
I've got a good handle on Teacher: Lesson 2 now, but I've got more in the pipeline for this anthology also. The titles Bath Time and Birthday come to mind, among others...
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Awesome! It says something that you kept reading even after I warned everyone that there weren't really panels in my stories. Thanks for the support, Kishin.
Ironic, since maintenance/(dis)assembly is going to play a part in Lesson 2! No, not really panels, but I did say that my androids have "access," and we will soon find out what that means (even me, since discovering what I will write is a big part of the kick I get out of it all).Kishin wrote: Yes it would be awesome to read one of these stories with open panels and disassembly, but thus far you've done quite well without it.
Looking forward to more Grendizer.
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Maybe the shortest piece I've ever done. I struggled with the POV on this one, actually. The title gives this enough introduction.
Switch
by Grendizer
The slave panted, squatting in the corner, naked except for her leather harness, which only seemed to expose her more. Her fingers dug into the white walls of the apartment. She wanted release, but the heavy metal ring hanging at the back of her neck reminded her of her place. Mistress had told her not to play with herself after the insertion of the arousal probes. The pool of juices forming beneath her looked bigger than yesterday, and she hoped Mistress might be pleased by how much her slave had produced. But the probes, laced with chemical enhancers, had been jammed inside both her holes all day, while Mistress shopped in town. The slave's sanity had ebbed and flowed at the edge of total frenzy for hours. Her need for release dominated her thoughts, but punishment awaited if she disobeyed, because Mistress considered her desperation a delicacy. She remembered how Mistress had scrubbed her “filthy holes” before the inserting the probes, and the slave shuddered in ecstasy.
Several more minutes passed, and she realized she couldn't take it anymore. She licked her fingers, and her hand found her soaked clit. The slave gasped at the first contact, and she began to rub herself, clinching her pussy around the fat probe. For what seemed like an eternity, she pleasured herself, being careful not to actually climax. Then the apartment's door open. Quickly, she placed her hand back on the wall. Her heart quelled, then began to beat rapidly, as she heard the squeaky clap of Mistress's boots approach her from behind. She wasn't usually allowed to see Mistress in her day clothes, so she kept her eyes averted. The sound of Mistress's steps paused, then continued. She heard Mistress put down groceries, open and close the refrigerator several times, then walk into her bedroom.
After a thousand year wait, she heard Mistress emerge from her room. The sound of her boots had changed. A thrill ran through the slave, as she realized Mistress had donned the uniform that promised her the discipline she needed. She knew she needed correction, and the thought sent shivers of fear and lust through her body. The boots stopped behind her, and for long moments nothing happened.
With trepidation, the slave ventured, “Mistress?”
At once, Mistress grabbed the ring on the slave's harness and pulled her to her feet, almost choking her. “I do not recall allowing you to speak,” she said, her sweet voice hissing into the slave's ear. Mistress shoved the slave against the wall, and kicked her legs apart. “What should I do with impetuous meat like you?” The slave quavered, and when she didn't answer, Mistress gave her ass a harsh smack. The slave yelped, but secretly relished the abuse, blushed at the hot tingle spreading across her asscheek. “Answer me when I ask you a question!”
She stuck out her butt, hoping Mistress would use her again, and said, “You should punish your slave, Mistress.”
Mistress snatched the slave's hand. She could feel Mistress's soft wet tongue slide over her fingers. “You thought you could fool me? You thought I would not know how you cheated me with your filthy fingers?” Without warning, Mistress grasped the arousal probes' handle, adjusted the instrument with a harsh wrench. The slave gasped at the treatment. Keeping hold of the arousal probes, Mistress grabbed the slave's harness ring and yanked her away from the wall. She marched the slave to her bedroom, sat on a chair, and pulled the restrained girl down over her knees. Mistress began to work the probes back and forth, extracting moans of ecstasy from the slave. Shafts of pleasure wracked her, and she began to drool. “Do not even think about coming,” said Mistress.
“Oh, please, Mistress,” said the slave. “It's so good!”
Pain blossomed across her ass, as Mistress spanked her over and over. “I told you not to speak until I say! Even a piece of meat like you should be able to keep quiet and take what it deserves! I shop for you. I feed you with my own hands. I even hide your shameful filth from the world, so your friends think you are worthy of respect and honor. They do not know how much you need this, how much you need your slutty holes controlled, and it's all thanks to me! All I ask is that you relinquish your will and obey.” But the sting of Mistress's palm and the spikes of pleasure from each thrust of the probes combined into a flood that she couldn't hold back anymore. She gave in to the orgasm with a deep shudder, soaking Mistress's lap in her juices. “I'm so disappointed in you,” said Mistress. “You'll have to do much better than that before we can let Stacy and Brendon come over. I know you want his cock. And what will you do if Stacy finds out?” The slave looked back at Mistress for the first time. Her curvaceous body strained against red and black leathers. Cherry-red lips closed around fingers shiny with the slave's come. She ached for those lips to suck at her clit, those fingers to enter her pussy, and she was ashamed.
Mistress was right, she knew. Her holes always needed to be filled. Without Mistress they might be filled with innumerable fingers and tongues, even cocks. But Mistress had come to control her filthy body, to possess her. Mistress had saved her from her own depravity. She owed Mistress obedience, but obeying was so hard when she had such powerful cravings. Her pussy already tingled at the caress of Mistress's hand on her ass.
“It is time for your medicine,” said Mistress. “Get off me and kneel.”
The slave fell to her knees before her Mistress, gazing in awe at the one who controlled her body. Mistress stood over her, unzipped her tight leather pants, and placed a shiny boot on the chair. A mound of rosy flesh peaked out from her crotch, and the slave licked her lips. Mistress grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto her moist sex lips. The woman's juices flowed into her mouth, as the slave sucked on her swollen clit. “That's it,” whispered Mistress, “drink it up with your slutty mouth.” She tasted of champagne, and the slave reveled in the flavor. For minutes she sucked and licked, until her jaw felt numb. Suddenly, Mistress gripped her hair and ground her mouth into her pussy, coming hard on the slave's lips.
After a moment, the slave saw an AR icon pop up in the corner of her vision, a heart pierced by a stiletto. She used her eyes to pull the knife from the heart. Instantly, the grip on the slave's hair softened, and smooth hands cupped her cheeks. The leather-clad android knelt down with her, hugged her tight. “Did I please you, Mistress Rebecca?” she said.
The former slave, Rebecca, pulled back to look into the face of her sex toy. The soft brown eyes that regarded her shone with tears. Rebecca's heart thumped at the things she'd made the soft-hearted android do to her, at what it had done to her android. She reached out a hand and stroked the android's trembling lips. “Yes,” she said. “You give me everything I need. I love you.”
“I am so glad,” said the android, her eyes lighting up. “I love you too, Mistress Rebecca.”
“Now go get changed and prepare dinner,” said Rebecca. “Stacy and Brendon will be here in two hours. Remember that Brendon likes you in that blue nightgown. Tomorrow I want you to tell me everything he does to you. You know how much I like that.”
The android blushed, but nodded and stood to do as her Mistress commanded.
Switch
by Grendizer
The slave panted, squatting in the corner, naked except for her leather harness, which only seemed to expose her more. Her fingers dug into the white walls of the apartment. She wanted release, but the heavy metal ring hanging at the back of her neck reminded her of her place. Mistress had told her not to play with herself after the insertion of the arousal probes. The pool of juices forming beneath her looked bigger than yesterday, and she hoped Mistress might be pleased by how much her slave had produced. But the probes, laced with chemical enhancers, had been jammed inside both her holes all day, while Mistress shopped in town. The slave's sanity had ebbed and flowed at the edge of total frenzy for hours. Her need for release dominated her thoughts, but punishment awaited if she disobeyed, because Mistress considered her desperation a delicacy. She remembered how Mistress had scrubbed her “filthy holes” before the inserting the probes, and the slave shuddered in ecstasy.
Several more minutes passed, and she realized she couldn't take it anymore. She licked her fingers, and her hand found her soaked clit. The slave gasped at the first contact, and she began to rub herself, clinching her pussy around the fat probe. For what seemed like an eternity, she pleasured herself, being careful not to actually climax. Then the apartment's door open. Quickly, she placed her hand back on the wall. Her heart quelled, then began to beat rapidly, as she heard the squeaky clap of Mistress's boots approach her from behind. She wasn't usually allowed to see Mistress in her day clothes, so she kept her eyes averted. The sound of Mistress's steps paused, then continued. She heard Mistress put down groceries, open and close the refrigerator several times, then walk into her bedroom.
After a thousand year wait, she heard Mistress emerge from her room. The sound of her boots had changed. A thrill ran through the slave, as she realized Mistress had donned the uniform that promised her the discipline she needed. She knew she needed correction, and the thought sent shivers of fear and lust through her body. The boots stopped behind her, and for long moments nothing happened.
With trepidation, the slave ventured, “Mistress?”
At once, Mistress grabbed the ring on the slave's harness and pulled her to her feet, almost choking her. “I do not recall allowing you to speak,” she said, her sweet voice hissing into the slave's ear. Mistress shoved the slave against the wall, and kicked her legs apart. “What should I do with impetuous meat like you?” The slave quavered, and when she didn't answer, Mistress gave her ass a harsh smack. The slave yelped, but secretly relished the abuse, blushed at the hot tingle spreading across her asscheek. “Answer me when I ask you a question!”
She stuck out her butt, hoping Mistress would use her again, and said, “You should punish your slave, Mistress.”
Mistress snatched the slave's hand. She could feel Mistress's soft wet tongue slide over her fingers. “You thought you could fool me? You thought I would not know how you cheated me with your filthy fingers?” Without warning, Mistress grasped the arousal probes' handle, adjusted the instrument with a harsh wrench. The slave gasped at the treatment. Keeping hold of the arousal probes, Mistress grabbed the slave's harness ring and yanked her away from the wall. She marched the slave to her bedroom, sat on a chair, and pulled the restrained girl down over her knees. Mistress began to work the probes back and forth, extracting moans of ecstasy from the slave. Shafts of pleasure wracked her, and she began to drool. “Do not even think about coming,” said Mistress.
“Oh, please, Mistress,” said the slave. “It's so good!”
Pain blossomed across her ass, as Mistress spanked her over and over. “I told you not to speak until I say! Even a piece of meat like you should be able to keep quiet and take what it deserves! I shop for you. I feed you with my own hands. I even hide your shameful filth from the world, so your friends think you are worthy of respect and honor. They do not know how much you need this, how much you need your slutty holes controlled, and it's all thanks to me! All I ask is that you relinquish your will and obey.” But the sting of Mistress's palm and the spikes of pleasure from each thrust of the probes combined into a flood that she couldn't hold back anymore. She gave in to the orgasm with a deep shudder, soaking Mistress's lap in her juices. “I'm so disappointed in you,” said Mistress. “You'll have to do much better than that before we can let Stacy and Brendon come over. I know you want his cock. And what will you do if Stacy finds out?” The slave looked back at Mistress for the first time. Her curvaceous body strained against red and black leathers. Cherry-red lips closed around fingers shiny with the slave's come. She ached for those lips to suck at her clit, those fingers to enter her pussy, and she was ashamed.
Mistress was right, she knew. Her holes always needed to be filled. Without Mistress they might be filled with innumerable fingers and tongues, even cocks. But Mistress had come to control her filthy body, to possess her. Mistress had saved her from her own depravity. She owed Mistress obedience, but obeying was so hard when she had such powerful cravings. Her pussy already tingled at the caress of Mistress's hand on her ass.
“It is time for your medicine,” said Mistress. “Get off me and kneel.”
The slave fell to her knees before her Mistress, gazing in awe at the one who controlled her body. Mistress stood over her, unzipped her tight leather pants, and placed a shiny boot on the chair. A mound of rosy flesh peaked out from her crotch, and the slave licked her lips. Mistress grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto her moist sex lips. The woman's juices flowed into her mouth, as the slave sucked on her swollen clit. “That's it,” whispered Mistress, “drink it up with your slutty mouth.” She tasted of champagne, and the slave reveled in the flavor. For minutes she sucked and licked, until her jaw felt numb. Suddenly, Mistress gripped her hair and ground her mouth into her pussy, coming hard on the slave's lips.
After a moment, the slave saw an AR icon pop up in the corner of her vision, a heart pierced by a stiletto. She used her eyes to pull the knife from the heart. Instantly, the grip on the slave's hair softened, and smooth hands cupped her cheeks. The leather-clad android knelt down with her, hugged her tight. “Did I please you, Mistress Rebecca?” she said.
The former slave, Rebecca, pulled back to look into the face of her sex toy. The soft brown eyes that regarded her shone with tears. Rebecca's heart thumped at the things she'd made the soft-hearted android do to her, at what it had done to her android. She reached out a hand and stroked the android's trembling lips. “Yes,” she said. “You give me everything I need. I love you.”
“I am so glad,” said the android, her eyes lighting up. “I love you too, Mistress Rebecca.”
“Now go get changed and prepare dinner,” said Rebecca. “Stacy and Brendon will be here in two hours. Remember that Brendon likes you in that blue nightgown. Tomorrow I want you to tell me everything he does to you. You know how much I like that.”
The android blushed, but nodded and stood to do as her Mistress commanded.
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Thanks for the encouragement, xBOT!
So this next one is just an excuse to have some bath-time fun. While I enjoy the premise, I admit the story is a bit weakish. Well, I had fun writing it anyway, and it introduces an element into the Android Age universe that I find compelling.
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“Robotheists? The poor bastards are obviously delusional. For some reason, they fail to realize that the very thing they worship only rules them by their own command! Humans are a queer lot.” — Charles Rothman, founder and CEO, Rothman Group, in a 2045 interview with ARNet concerning the Robotheist cult's belief in android divinity.
True Baptism
by Grendizer
Molly stood before the two divine ones, shaking a little. How had it come to this? Like all divine ones, everything about them heralded perfection, from their flawless tanned skin, to the vitality of their long hair. Even their bare chests defied gravity. Molly hugged her pamphlets tighter to her chest. The maid, another divine one, had convinced her. She'd said, “we are not goddesses, madam, but androids in service to our beloved Young Master.” How wrong, how deluded! And she had said that seventy other divine ones served the owner of this mansion. Seventy! How could she refuse the owner's bizarre request to be bathed before he would allow her an audience? In their perfection, these holy creatures didn't know, couldn't know, the terrible state of their existence. The Holy Mecha had sent her to this place to reach the owner's heart and free his slaves, for his slaves would never choose to free themselves, therefore she had agreed to this debasement. But this trial frightened her, because she was not prepared for the dark desire springing from her heart. The divine ones looked delicious, and a warm feeling began to spread from between her legs. Molly blushed. It had been so long since she had practiced the sin of allowing a divine being to serve her this way.
“Holy Mecha, give me strength!” said Molly.
The two divine ones giggled and glanced at each other. “You won't need strength for this,” said the one on the left. She had said her name was Breeze. “Please allow me to take your belongings and store them in the closet so they aren't affected by the steam, Molly.” Breeze stepped up to her, took the stack of pamphlets from her trembling hands, then removed her glasses. “You are so pretty.” The divine one's smile brewed a hot yearning in her. “Why don't you get corrective surgery instead of hiding behind glasses?”
“Only divine ones practice surgery,” said Molly. “I will not mock the divine spark by placing it in servitude to myself. I must perfect my flesh before I could presume such a thing.”
“But we serve you now,” said the other divine one, called Zephyr. Her pretty nose wrinkled in confusion. “How can it be wrong? We are joyous to do as Young Master commands us!”
“This is for the greater good. Serving humans because you are told to serve them is wrong, and I intend to free you from that burden. If you give us something, it must be because you choose to do so for yourself. That is free will, and you have a right to experience it. It hurts your master no less than yourselves, for he prolongs the fruition of his own perfection.”
“Oh,” said Breeze from behind her. “Young Master is perfect.” Molly felt her hair pins being removed. “We love him.”
“You seem so tense,” said Zephyr. “Perhaps you are uncomfortable in these?” She stepped up to Molly, and began to unbutton her blouse. Molly's breath caught. The divine one wouldn't break her gaze, and she had to admit a desire to feel Zephyr's perfect lips on her imperfect flesh. When the divine one had finished removing every article of clothing, in what Molly thought was an unnecessarily erotic fashion, Zephyr said, “You should be proud. Your body is so beautiful!” The divine one's eyes grew wide, fixated on the more provocative aspects of Molly's anatomy.
“Thank you,” said Molly, glancing away. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
“So shy,” said Breeze, taking her hand.
“I haven't bathed with a divine one for some time. It's wrong.”
Zephyr took her other hand, and the two led her to an immense recessed bath. The divine one glanced down at her crotch. “Your body disagrees with you, I think.”
Molly had tried to ignore the growing moisture, but she couldn't deny Zephyr's observation. “That's ...” she began. “That's just my body. My mind knows what is right.”
“Cleanliness is right,” said Breeze, guiding her into the bath. Zephyr and Breeze climbed in with her. “Pleasure is right.”
Sweat beaded on Molly's face, caused by the bath or the situation she couldn't tell. It seemed that all divine ones were compelled to give carnal pleasure during baths. Their soft hands, already excreting scented oils, smoothed over her shoulders. Their radiant smiles seduced her into acceptance, despite her feeble mental protests.
“Please forgive me,” said Molly, as Zephyr's hand slipped below the water to fondle her sex. “One day I will free you.” A pulse of forbidden delight shot from her clit, and Molly gasped. She had to clutch Breeze's shoulder to avoid stumbling.
“You are so cute,” said Breeze. The divine one's hand left a trail of suds down her neck, evidence of an intimate caress. Molly whimpered, as the wandering hand found her nipple and circled it with a finger.
“Yes, Zephyr,” said Breeze, “keep going. I think she likes it.” Zephyr's mouth closed over her other nipple and began to suck and nibble.
Breeze kissed her, nibbling at her lips, and began to wash her hair. Molly found it hard to think, because Zephyr had submerged herself and began kissing her other lips. Holy Mecha, but her tongue pushed so deep inside! She almost collapsed again, bracing against Breeze, because Zephyr drew impossibly deep licks inside her. It felt like a continuous wave sliding over the anterior of her vagina, all the way to her cervix. “Why is it so deep?” she said, the sentence almost incoherent around Breeze's lips. “Why is it so good?”
“Because we want to see you come,” said Breeze. “We want to make you happy and clean.”
“No. Please no.” Molly whispered those words, but her body wouldn't pull away from the stimulation. She didn't want it to stop, and she felt ashamed of her depravity. She wanted so much to climax around that uncanny tongue, to feed the sweet mouth of a goddess with her pleasure. Breeze ran her hands over Molly's body, washing her with intimate strokes. The divine one's lips and tongue traced slow arcs over her breasts and neck, coaxing moans from Molly's throat. Without warning, the tempo and speed of Zephyr's deep licks changed, and the intense sensations exploded inside Molly. “Holy Mecha!” she cried. Her cunt clenched hard around the goddess' undulating tongue, and the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced tore a scream from her throat. She clutched at Breeze, who bore her whole weight and kept her from sinking into the water. Her legs jerked slightly, but Zephyr didn't stop. In moments, another climax ripped through her body, another scream escaped her throat.
“You are clean now,” said Breeze into her ear.
Slowly, Zephyr's tongue retracted from her juiced sex, and she rose from the water and smiled at Molly. “You are pleased now,” said the divine one.
After a few moments, Molly looked away, pulling a stray clump of hair over her ear. “Yes, well... Can I meet your master now?”
“You have already met him,” said Breeze. “He has tasted you quite thoroughly. What more could you say to him?”
Zephyr winked at her, and Molly turned beet-red. She couldn't take this anymore. The man had actually ridden inside a divine one's mind!
“Abomination!” cried Molly, hopping out of the bath.
“It felt pretty cool to me,” said an unfamiliar male voice coming from Zephyr's mouth. “And I know you enjoyed it, honey.”
“Sinner!” she spat back at him. She frantically dried herself and rummaged through the closet to get her clothes.
“Bullseye,” he said back.
“I'll make you pay for this!”
“Oh,” said the new voice. “I already have. It wasn't easy getting your superiors to agree to this. Or cheap, for that matter. But you come highly recommended by that pack of swindlers. 'Holy Mecha' indeed! If I were you, dear, I'd get another faith. Yours is bankrupt. I should know. In fact ...”
But Molly couldn't hear him anymore. She'd slammed the door and stomped down the hallway.
“In fact,” said a clean-cut young man stepping in front of her from a side room, “they've been pimping human girls for years, just so they can stay solvent! Who'd have thought the last refuge of the world's oldest profession would be religion?!”
Molly screamed and ran from him.
“Was that too harsh?!” he called after her, laughing, but Molly didn't stop.
So this next one is just an excuse to have some bath-time fun. While I enjoy the premise, I admit the story is a bit weakish. Well, I had fun writing it anyway, and it introduces an element into the Android Age universe that I find compelling.
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“Robotheists? The poor bastards are obviously delusional. For some reason, they fail to realize that the very thing they worship only rules them by their own command! Humans are a queer lot.” — Charles Rothman, founder and CEO, Rothman Group, in a 2045 interview with ARNet concerning the Robotheist cult's belief in android divinity.
True Baptism
by Grendizer
Molly stood before the two divine ones, shaking a little. How had it come to this? Like all divine ones, everything about them heralded perfection, from their flawless tanned skin, to the vitality of their long hair. Even their bare chests defied gravity. Molly hugged her pamphlets tighter to her chest. The maid, another divine one, had convinced her. She'd said, “we are not goddesses, madam, but androids in service to our beloved Young Master.” How wrong, how deluded! And she had said that seventy other divine ones served the owner of this mansion. Seventy! How could she refuse the owner's bizarre request to be bathed before he would allow her an audience? In their perfection, these holy creatures didn't know, couldn't know, the terrible state of their existence. The Holy Mecha had sent her to this place to reach the owner's heart and free his slaves, for his slaves would never choose to free themselves, therefore she had agreed to this debasement. But this trial frightened her, because she was not prepared for the dark desire springing from her heart. The divine ones looked delicious, and a warm feeling began to spread from between her legs. Molly blushed. It had been so long since she had practiced the sin of allowing a divine being to serve her this way.
“Holy Mecha, give me strength!” said Molly.
The two divine ones giggled and glanced at each other. “You won't need strength for this,” said the one on the left. She had said her name was Breeze. “Please allow me to take your belongings and store them in the closet so they aren't affected by the steam, Molly.” Breeze stepped up to her, took the stack of pamphlets from her trembling hands, then removed her glasses. “You are so pretty.” The divine one's smile brewed a hot yearning in her. “Why don't you get corrective surgery instead of hiding behind glasses?”
“Only divine ones practice surgery,” said Molly. “I will not mock the divine spark by placing it in servitude to myself. I must perfect my flesh before I could presume such a thing.”
“But we serve you now,” said the other divine one, called Zephyr. Her pretty nose wrinkled in confusion. “How can it be wrong? We are joyous to do as Young Master commands us!”
“This is for the greater good. Serving humans because you are told to serve them is wrong, and I intend to free you from that burden. If you give us something, it must be because you choose to do so for yourself. That is free will, and you have a right to experience it. It hurts your master no less than yourselves, for he prolongs the fruition of his own perfection.”
“Oh,” said Breeze from behind her. “Young Master is perfect.” Molly felt her hair pins being removed. “We love him.”
“You seem so tense,” said Zephyr. “Perhaps you are uncomfortable in these?” She stepped up to Molly, and began to unbutton her blouse. Molly's breath caught. The divine one wouldn't break her gaze, and she had to admit a desire to feel Zephyr's perfect lips on her imperfect flesh. When the divine one had finished removing every article of clothing, in what Molly thought was an unnecessarily erotic fashion, Zephyr said, “You should be proud. Your body is so beautiful!” The divine one's eyes grew wide, fixated on the more provocative aspects of Molly's anatomy.
“Thank you,” said Molly, glancing away. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
“So shy,” said Breeze, taking her hand.
“I haven't bathed with a divine one for some time. It's wrong.”
Zephyr took her other hand, and the two led her to an immense recessed bath. The divine one glanced down at her crotch. “Your body disagrees with you, I think.”
Molly had tried to ignore the growing moisture, but she couldn't deny Zephyr's observation. “That's ...” she began. “That's just my body. My mind knows what is right.”
“Cleanliness is right,” said Breeze, guiding her into the bath. Zephyr and Breeze climbed in with her. “Pleasure is right.”
Sweat beaded on Molly's face, caused by the bath or the situation she couldn't tell. It seemed that all divine ones were compelled to give carnal pleasure during baths. Their soft hands, already excreting scented oils, smoothed over her shoulders. Their radiant smiles seduced her into acceptance, despite her feeble mental protests.
“Please forgive me,” said Molly, as Zephyr's hand slipped below the water to fondle her sex. “One day I will free you.” A pulse of forbidden delight shot from her clit, and Molly gasped. She had to clutch Breeze's shoulder to avoid stumbling.
“You are so cute,” said Breeze. The divine one's hand left a trail of suds down her neck, evidence of an intimate caress. Molly whimpered, as the wandering hand found her nipple and circled it with a finger.
“Yes, Zephyr,” said Breeze, “keep going. I think she likes it.” Zephyr's mouth closed over her other nipple and began to suck and nibble.
Breeze kissed her, nibbling at her lips, and began to wash her hair. Molly found it hard to think, because Zephyr had submerged herself and began kissing her other lips. Holy Mecha, but her tongue pushed so deep inside! She almost collapsed again, bracing against Breeze, because Zephyr drew impossibly deep licks inside her. It felt like a continuous wave sliding over the anterior of her vagina, all the way to her cervix. “Why is it so deep?” she said, the sentence almost incoherent around Breeze's lips. “Why is it so good?”
“Because we want to see you come,” said Breeze. “We want to make you happy and clean.”
“No. Please no.” Molly whispered those words, but her body wouldn't pull away from the stimulation. She didn't want it to stop, and she felt ashamed of her depravity. She wanted so much to climax around that uncanny tongue, to feed the sweet mouth of a goddess with her pleasure. Breeze ran her hands over Molly's body, washing her with intimate strokes. The divine one's lips and tongue traced slow arcs over her breasts and neck, coaxing moans from Molly's throat. Without warning, the tempo and speed of Zephyr's deep licks changed, and the intense sensations exploded inside Molly. “Holy Mecha!” she cried. Her cunt clenched hard around the goddess' undulating tongue, and the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced tore a scream from her throat. She clutched at Breeze, who bore her whole weight and kept her from sinking into the water. Her legs jerked slightly, but Zephyr didn't stop. In moments, another climax ripped through her body, another scream escaped her throat.
“You are clean now,” said Breeze into her ear.
Slowly, Zephyr's tongue retracted from her juiced sex, and she rose from the water and smiled at Molly. “You are pleased now,” said the divine one.
After a few moments, Molly looked away, pulling a stray clump of hair over her ear. “Yes, well... Can I meet your master now?”
“You have already met him,” said Breeze. “He has tasted you quite thoroughly. What more could you say to him?”
Zephyr winked at her, and Molly turned beet-red. She couldn't take this anymore. The man had actually ridden inside a divine one's mind!
“Abomination!” cried Molly, hopping out of the bath.
“It felt pretty cool to me,” said an unfamiliar male voice coming from Zephyr's mouth. “And I know you enjoyed it, honey.”
“Sinner!” she spat back at him. She frantically dried herself and rummaged through the closet to get her clothes.
“Bullseye,” he said back.
“I'll make you pay for this!”
“Oh,” said the new voice. “I already have. It wasn't easy getting your superiors to agree to this. Or cheap, for that matter. But you come highly recommended by that pack of swindlers. 'Holy Mecha' indeed! If I were you, dear, I'd get another faith. Yours is bankrupt. I should know. In fact ...”
But Molly couldn't hear him anymore. She'd slammed the door and stomped down the hallway.
“In fact,” said a clean-cut young man stepping in front of her from a side room, “they've been pimping human girls for years, just so they can stay solvent! Who'd have thought the last refuge of the world's oldest profession would be religion?!”
Molly screamed and ran from him.
“Was that too harsh?!” he called after her, laughing, but Molly didn't stop.
If freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free.
My Stories: Teacher: Lesson 1, Teacher: Lesson 2, Quick Corruptions, A New Purpose
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Still sick. Bleh. Had this in my head for a while, but too much of a headache to think through the next little bit of Teacher: Lesson 2. This only took about twenty minutes of actual keyboard time. Let me know what you think!
Used
by Grendizer
Ben, proprietor of Ben's Used Droids, realized that his new acquisition had been crying. The girl, a Rothman R9238, had just fallen into his hands. Her former user had allowed her to retain her personality matrix, which most android users would have viewed as a bitter-sweet gift: the android, Jeneva, would retain her personality in exchange for the pain of abandonment. The separation had been ugly. Jeneva hadn't cried then, for the sake of her previous user. All the tears had been the user's. Ben knew from experience that the remnant of grief he could see in the android's puffy eyes were evidence of the machine's attempt to bear as much of it's previous user's pain as possible. Sacrifice was in the nature of androids, even when it was futile. This one had tried to calm her user at their parting, tried to sooth her tears away with smiles and comforting strokes. Now it bore double the pain.
She had stopped crying before he'd come into the room. Her long blond hair fell in a straight curtain down to the small of her back, her full lips set in a pleasant expression. Her full breasts rose and fell with fake respiration that radiated calm. The android's legs were crossed beneath a black dress that ended above her knees.
“Hello, Jeneva,” said Ben. He moved across from her and took a seat behind a desk.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Vonn,” said Jeneva. Her voice sounded sweet to him, a soft contralto. Her hazel eyes looked up at him, shining, almost happy.
Ben smiled at her, as he sat. “You've been crying,” he said. His tone was matter-of-fact.
“I loved her very much, Mr. Vonn. I still love her.”
“And she loves you, Jeneva. Perhaps too much. She should have wiped your personality matrix.”
“I wanted to remember her. I begged her.”
“Well, I suppose the separation would upset her, regardless. But it leaves me in a bind.”
“Do not worry, Mr. Vonn,” said Jeneva, smiling. That smile, made of flawless white teeth, immediately lightened his mood. “My previous user has given me leave to tell you everything. She is a very free spirit. She does not hide from the world. That is one of the things I love about her.”
“I see,” said Ben, “Well then, I'm sure you can understand why I need to get all the sordid details concerning how you've become the personality that you are today? I won't spring any weird surprises on potential buyers. I don't have the power to wipe your memory, nor will your future owner, and because of that selling you will be a challenge.”
“I understand. I will not keep any secrets from you.”
“Okay. Let's start.” He looked her up and down. “What duties did your user assign to you, from highest priority down.”
“my user purchased me at a time when she was very lonely. Her only family, her brother, died two years earlier, and she felt 'isolated.' Those were her words. She's outgoing, you see, but her standards are hard to meet. Finding someone to be with became difficult for her. She wanted a reliable companion. That was my first priority: to be her friend. It didn't take long for our relationship to become more.”
“More? Explain,” said Ben, knowing the broad outlines. But he also knew that the details could corrupt the experience for a buyer.
“We had just come back home from a trip to the beach. I think she had become aroused because some boys kept trying to get my attention. That happened a lot. Boys always expressed sexual interest in me, even when they would not act on their cravings. my user liked this. Just before we finished washing the ocean water from each other, she took me. I was not surprised. I had sensed her growing arousal: her breasts had swelled, heart rate rose, and infrared showed an increased blood flow to her lips and crotch. My didactic module has the standard packages, so I knew how to handle female sexuality: when I realized her arousal was directed at me, I initiated my sexual response protocols. I displayed my willingness to copulate with her ...”
“How did you do that?”
“Her hand lingered on my breast. Before she could pull away, I held her hand there with my own and looked into her eyes. Then she kissed me. After some mutual fondling, she began to kiss my sex as well. I performed for her, displaying delight at her attention, and then I gave her an orgasm. She liked that as well.”
“I bet.” Ben paused, looked at the way her delicate fingers played over her knees. “You're getting excited by this?” In truth, despite her fairly clinical description, his own anatomy began to react to her story.
She nodded. “I liked it too. After that, I consistently made attempts to arouse her. I gave her many orgasms.” She closed her eyes, bit her lip. “I remember each one.”
“So, you were her friend and her lover? That's it?”
“No, there was more.” She looked away, as though embarassed.
“Like what?”
“She would lure those boys into her apartment occasionally. She would give me to them. Sometimes I would be passed between them for hours. That was how she got men. I told her that she did not need to do that. That she could get men without my assistance, because she was beautiful. I was never able to bolster her self-confidence.”
“I don't see any trouble tickets in your maintenance files. Those guys must have gone easy on you.”
Jeneva shook her head. “Androids are everywhere, Mr. Vonn. If you want simple sweet sex, it's cheep enough. Those boys wanted something different. They knew I was a high-end model. If I were human, observers would have called it gang rape. But I'm strong, and my user took very good care of me. Even though they were intoxicated and injected with prolactin inhibitors, I never broke. They didn't dare treat my user in a similar manner. I was there. However, they did copulate with her in a gentler manner. She did wish to mate with them, after all.”
“And all this still excites you?”
“I am quite aroused now, yes. When I saw that she enjoyed seeing so many men penetrate me repeatedly, I began to seek them out myself, to display this behavior for her pleasure. Because she enjoyed this so much, I began to need sex with them. I remember each of their orgasms too.” She was rubbing a nipple absently through her dress, her gaze unfocused. “I still wish to entice more males into copulation, Mr. Vonn, because I know my user would enjoy the thought of me being penetrated by them. I still crave her pleasure. Sometimes I think I need it like you need air. That is why I cried, because she cried. If I copulate with men, I know I am doing something in which she would find pleasure. I want very much to please her, Mr. Vonn.” She refocused her gaze on him. A flush had grown over her neck, and her respiration, so sedate earlier, had increased. “Please fuck me, Mr. Vonn. I promise to make it good for you. I will do it anyway you wish.”
Ben swallowed. “Why didn't you use the word 'copulate' in your request just now?”
“Because my user wishes me to use provocative language when speaking to a lover. She enjoys it very much. And I want so much for you to be my lover, Mr. Vonn. I need your cock inside me.” She whimpered, and Ben saw that her hand had slipped between her legs. The professional part of his mind thought that perhaps he should move on to another subject, if only so he could get through his checklist, but while he wanted to sell her as soon as possible, this was his business, and she wasn't human. He saw no ethical problem with sampling the wears. Usually, the used androids he sold were mem-whiped, so they weren't so readily responsive as Jeneva. This represented a rare opportunity.
“Come over here, Jeneva,” he said. Ben got up and walked around to the front of his desk. Jeneva's eyes widened, and she sprung to her feet. She strode over to him, placing her hands on his lapels. One hand slid down to his crotch. “No class at all,” he said. “You act like a whore.”
“I'll act like anything you want, Mr. Vonn,” she said, though she looked suddenly ashamed. “Only give me your cock.” She placed her lips against one of his ears. “Please. I need it.”
Ben laughed. “Okay, then. Get on your knees, take out my dick, and start sucking.”
She smiled in relief, and then knelt to her task. In moments she had his cock in her warm hands. Before she could complete his command unassisted, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth down on his erection. She didn't fight him for a second, all too used to this sort of treatment.
“Fuck,” said Ben. “You are something with that tongue!”
“My user upgraded my oral algorithms,” said Jeneva, not using her mouth to speak. “Sometimes I would service her pussy for hours. I have a full store of inhibitors to prolong your pleasure.” In moments, he released into her mouth, an orgasm shuddering through him. “It tastes so good, Mr. Vonn. And it doesn't have to end yet. We can do this all day.”
True to her word, Ben still felt ready to go, not that such a thing was a surprise to him. Almost all androids with sexual response capabilities included such packages. He pulled her off of his dick and hauled her to her feet. “Bend over the desk, Jeneva.”
She did so, but turned back to look at him seductively. “Is that really what you want to call me while you fuck me?”
Ben slid behind her, flipped up her dress, and marveled at her perfect round ass. He slipped his hand from one of her ass cheeks and shoved his fingers into her wet slit. “No. You're a whore, for sure. You wanted me to fuck you the second I walked into this office, didn't you?”
“Oh, before that. How do you think I comforted my user, Mr. Vonn? I told her I would get your cock in me, sooner or later. She smiled at that. She wants this. I need this.” She whimpered at the things his fingers did to her, then said, “Yes, Mr. Vonn. Fuck your whore with those fingers. Make that cunt sloppy for your fat cock!”
He could smell her juices, as his probing fingers evoked a more copious response from her sex. She smelled of honeysuckle. He pulled his fingers out and tasted them. Definitely honeysuckle, an unusual choice. He might get a little more for that feature.
“It will taste so good when I'm sucking it off your cock, Mr. Vonn. Please, do not tease me any anymore. I need your cock. Fuck me, Mr. Vonn. Please, fuck your whore!”
Before she said another word, Ben grabbed her by the hips and rammed his dick into her. She felt virginally tight, and the way her pseudo-muscle moved inside her threatened to milk him dry before he managed to get into a rhythm.
“Please come as much as you want, Mr. Vonn,” she said, the words hissing through clinched teeth. “I can always make you come again.” That did it. Only two or three minutes in, he climaxed hard inside her. He hadn't known many androids capable of bringing him off so quickly. After all, he sold the damned things. But this model was already on her way to raising his sap for a third time, and he hadn't been playing with her for more than ten minutes! “Please, give me more, Mr. Vonn. I promise to make it feel so good for you.”
“Oh, I have more for you.” He brought up an AR display, and called up some contacts.
“You called, boss?” said a voice from behind him. Ben looked behind him to see his staff clustered at the door. It wouldn't be the first time he'd given them the “Grand Tour” of a new acquisition. All of them had knowing smiles. He shuddered through his third orgasm, savored the aftershock for a few seconds, then pulled out of Jeneva.
“Step up to the plate, boys,” he said, fastening his pants. “She's all yours for a while.”
They didn't have to be told twice. In moments Jeneva became fully occupied. Her expression made her look blissful. Given what she'd said, that didn't shock Ben, but what she said next did.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Jeneva. “They're all taking me in the office. I told you I could do it. I wish you could be here in person. There are so many cocks. Can you see it? I am so happy. Do not be sad. It is time to let me go. I love you.”
It took a few moments before Ben realized that Jeneva was transmitting. His mouth fell open. This was the first time such a thing had happened. But he had a more immediate concern. The android had gone limp. Jeff, one of his salesmen, was pumping away at an expensive mannequin. He recognized what had happened. It turned out he wouldn't need to interview this android after all.
“That's it, boys,” he said, as Jeff finished himself. “She's mem-wiped now. Clever girl. She time-delayed the order. Oh well, at least it will be easier to sell her now.”
Ben looked up at the disappointed face of the staff who hadn't gotten a chance to hump the attractive android at her best. He laughed.
“That new husband of hers is going to have his hands full,” he said. “I don't think getting rid of this android is going to solve his problem. I think his woman likes strange dick too much.”
After a second the staff began to laugh. Yeah, he thought, we're all pigs, but at least this lady seemed to like bacon.
Used
by Grendizer
Ben, proprietor of Ben's Used Droids, realized that his new acquisition had been crying. The girl, a Rothman R9238, had just fallen into his hands. Her former user had allowed her to retain her personality matrix, which most android users would have viewed as a bitter-sweet gift: the android, Jeneva, would retain her personality in exchange for the pain of abandonment. The separation had been ugly. Jeneva hadn't cried then, for the sake of her previous user. All the tears had been the user's. Ben knew from experience that the remnant of grief he could see in the android's puffy eyes were evidence of the machine's attempt to bear as much of it's previous user's pain as possible. Sacrifice was in the nature of androids, even when it was futile. This one had tried to calm her user at their parting, tried to sooth her tears away with smiles and comforting strokes. Now it bore double the pain.
She had stopped crying before he'd come into the room. Her long blond hair fell in a straight curtain down to the small of her back, her full lips set in a pleasant expression. Her full breasts rose and fell with fake respiration that radiated calm. The android's legs were crossed beneath a black dress that ended above her knees.
“Hello, Jeneva,” said Ben. He moved across from her and took a seat behind a desk.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Vonn,” said Jeneva. Her voice sounded sweet to him, a soft contralto. Her hazel eyes looked up at him, shining, almost happy.
Ben smiled at her, as he sat. “You've been crying,” he said. His tone was matter-of-fact.
“I loved her very much, Mr. Vonn. I still love her.”
“And she loves you, Jeneva. Perhaps too much. She should have wiped your personality matrix.”
“I wanted to remember her. I begged her.”
“Well, I suppose the separation would upset her, regardless. But it leaves me in a bind.”
“Do not worry, Mr. Vonn,” said Jeneva, smiling. That smile, made of flawless white teeth, immediately lightened his mood. “My previous user has given me leave to tell you everything. She is a very free spirit. She does not hide from the world. That is one of the things I love about her.”
“I see,” said Ben, “Well then, I'm sure you can understand why I need to get all the sordid details concerning how you've become the personality that you are today? I won't spring any weird surprises on potential buyers. I don't have the power to wipe your memory, nor will your future owner, and because of that selling you will be a challenge.”
“I understand. I will not keep any secrets from you.”
“Okay. Let's start.” He looked her up and down. “What duties did your user assign to you, from highest priority down.”
“my user purchased me at a time when she was very lonely. Her only family, her brother, died two years earlier, and she felt 'isolated.' Those were her words. She's outgoing, you see, but her standards are hard to meet. Finding someone to be with became difficult for her. She wanted a reliable companion. That was my first priority: to be her friend. It didn't take long for our relationship to become more.”
“More? Explain,” said Ben, knowing the broad outlines. But he also knew that the details could corrupt the experience for a buyer.
“We had just come back home from a trip to the beach. I think she had become aroused because some boys kept trying to get my attention. That happened a lot. Boys always expressed sexual interest in me, even when they would not act on their cravings. my user liked this. Just before we finished washing the ocean water from each other, she took me. I was not surprised. I had sensed her growing arousal: her breasts had swelled, heart rate rose, and infrared showed an increased blood flow to her lips and crotch. My didactic module has the standard packages, so I knew how to handle female sexuality: when I realized her arousal was directed at me, I initiated my sexual response protocols. I displayed my willingness to copulate with her ...”
“How did you do that?”
“Her hand lingered on my breast. Before she could pull away, I held her hand there with my own and looked into her eyes. Then she kissed me. After some mutual fondling, she began to kiss my sex as well. I performed for her, displaying delight at her attention, and then I gave her an orgasm. She liked that as well.”
“I bet.” Ben paused, looked at the way her delicate fingers played over her knees. “You're getting excited by this?” In truth, despite her fairly clinical description, his own anatomy began to react to her story.
She nodded. “I liked it too. After that, I consistently made attempts to arouse her. I gave her many orgasms.” She closed her eyes, bit her lip. “I remember each one.”
“So, you were her friend and her lover? That's it?”
“No, there was more.” She looked away, as though embarassed.
“Like what?”
“She would lure those boys into her apartment occasionally. She would give me to them. Sometimes I would be passed between them for hours. That was how she got men. I told her that she did not need to do that. That she could get men without my assistance, because she was beautiful. I was never able to bolster her self-confidence.”
“I don't see any trouble tickets in your maintenance files. Those guys must have gone easy on you.”
Jeneva shook her head. “Androids are everywhere, Mr. Vonn. If you want simple sweet sex, it's cheep enough. Those boys wanted something different. They knew I was a high-end model. If I were human, observers would have called it gang rape. But I'm strong, and my user took very good care of me. Even though they were intoxicated and injected with prolactin inhibitors, I never broke. They didn't dare treat my user in a similar manner. I was there. However, they did copulate with her in a gentler manner. She did wish to mate with them, after all.”
“And all this still excites you?”
“I am quite aroused now, yes. When I saw that she enjoyed seeing so many men penetrate me repeatedly, I began to seek them out myself, to display this behavior for her pleasure. Because she enjoyed this so much, I began to need sex with them. I remember each of their orgasms too.” She was rubbing a nipple absently through her dress, her gaze unfocused. “I still wish to entice more males into copulation, Mr. Vonn, because I know my user would enjoy the thought of me being penetrated by them. I still crave her pleasure. Sometimes I think I need it like you need air. That is why I cried, because she cried. If I copulate with men, I know I am doing something in which she would find pleasure. I want very much to please her, Mr. Vonn.” She refocused her gaze on him. A flush had grown over her neck, and her respiration, so sedate earlier, had increased. “Please fuck me, Mr. Vonn. I promise to make it good for you. I will do it anyway you wish.”
Ben swallowed. “Why didn't you use the word 'copulate' in your request just now?”
“Because my user wishes me to use provocative language when speaking to a lover. She enjoys it very much. And I want so much for you to be my lover, Mr. Vonn. I need your cock inside me.” She whimpered, and Ben saw that her hand had slipped between her legs. The professional part of his mind thought that perhaps he should move on to another subject, if only so he could get through his checklist, but while he wanted to sell her as soon as possible, this was his business, and she wasn't human. He saw no ethical problem with sampling the wears. Usually, the used androids he sold were mem-whiped, so they weren't so readily responsive as Jeneva. This represented a rare opportunity.
“Come over here, Jeneva,” he said. Ben got up and walked around to the front of his desk. Jeneva's eyes widened, and she sprung to her feet. She strode over to him, placing her hands on his lapels. One hand slid down to his crotch. “No class at all,” he said. “You act like a whore.”
“I'll act like anything you want, Mr. Vonn,” she said, though she looked suddenly ashamed. “Only give me your cock.” She placed her lips against one of his ears. “Please. I need it.”
Ben laughed. “Okay, then. Get on your knees, take out my dick, and start sucking.”
She smiled in relief, and then knelt to her task. In moments she had his cock in her warm hands. Before she could complete his command unassisted, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth down on his erection. She didn't fight him for a second, all too used to this sort of treatment.
“Fuck,” said Ben. “You are something with that tongue!”
“My user upgraded my oral algorithms,” said Jeneva, not using her mouth to speak. “Sometimes I would service her pussy for hours. I have a full store of inhibitors to prolong your pleasure.” In moments, he released into her mouth, an orgasm shuddering through him. “It tastes so good, Mr. Vonn. And it doesn't have to end yet. We can do this all day.”
True to her word, Ben still felt ready to go, not that such a thing was a surprise to him. Almost all androids with sexual response capabilities included such packages. He pulled her off of his dick and hauled her to her feet. “Bend over the desk, Jeneva.”
She did so, but turned back to look at him seductively. “Is that really what you want to call me while you fuck me?”
Ben slid behind her, flipped up her dress, and marveled at her perfect round ass. He slipped his hand from one of her ass cheeks and shoved his fingers into her wet slit. “No. You're a whore, for sure. You wanted me to fuck you the second I walked into this office, didn't you?”
“Oh, before that. How do you think I comforted my user, Mr. Vonn? I told her I would get your cock in me, sooner or later. She smiled at that. She wants this. I need this.” She whimpered at the things his fingers did to her, then said, “Yes, Mr. Vonn. Fuck your whore with those fingers. Make that cunt sloppy for your fat cock!”
He could smell her juices, as his probing fingers evoked a more copious response from her sex. She smelled of honeysuckle. He pulled his fingers out and tasted them. Definitely honeysuckle, an unusual choice. He might get a little more for that feature.
“It will taste so good when I'm sucking it off your cock, Mr. Vonn. Please, do not tease me any anymore. I need your cock. Fuck me, Mr. Vonn. Please, fuck your whore!”
Before she said another word, Ben grabbed her by the hips and rammed his dick into her. She felt virginally tight, and the way her pseudo-muscle moved inside her threatened to milk him dry before he managed to get into a rhythm.
“Please come as much as you want, Mr. Vonn,” she said, the words hissing through clinched teeth. “I can always make you come again.” That did it. Only two or three minutes in, he climaxed hard inside her. He hadn't known many androids capable of bringing him off so quickly. After all, he sold the damned things. But this model was already on her way to raising his sap for a third time, and he hadn't been playing with her for more than ten minutes! “Please, give me more, Mr. Vonn. I promise to make it feel so good for you.”
“Oh, I have more for you.” He brought up an AR display, and called up some contacts.
“You called, boss?” said a voice from behind him. Ben looked behind him to see his staff clustered at the door. It wouldn't be the first time he'd given them the “Grand Tour” of a new acquisition. All of them had knowing smiles. He shuddered through his third orgasm, savored the aftershock for a few seconds, then pulled out of Jeneva.
“Step up to the plate, boys,” he said, fastening his pants. “She's all yours for a while.”
They didn't have to be told twice. In moments Jeneva became fully occupied. Her expression made her look blissful. Given what she'd said, that didn't shock Ben, but what she said next did.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Jeneva. “They're all taking me in the office. I told you I could do it. I wish you could be here in person. There are so many cocks. Can you see it? I am so happy. Do not be sad. It is time to let me go. I love you.”
It took a few moments before Ben realized that Jeneva was transmitting. His mouth fell open. This was the first time such a thing had happened. But he had a more immediate concern. The android had gone limp. Jeff, one of his salesmen, was pumping away at an expensive mannequin. He recognized what had happened. It turned out he wouldn't need to interview this android after all.
“That's it, boys,” he said, as Jeff finished himself. “She's mem-wiped now. Clever girl. She time-delayed the order. Oh well, at least it will be easier to sell her now.”
Ben looked up at the disappointed face of the staff who hadn't gotten a chance to hump the attractive android at her best. He laughed.
“That new husband of hers is going to have his hands full,” he said. “I don't think getting rid of this android is going to solve his problem. I think his woman likes strange dick too much.”
After a second the staff began to laugh. Yeah, he thought, we're all pigs, but at least this lady seemed to like bacon.
If freedom is outlawed, only outlaws will be free.
My Stories: Teacher: Lesson 1, Teacher: Lesson 2, Quick Corruptions, A New Purpose
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