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2018-12-02T07:07:53Z

Gynoneko: a work in progress on a broken robot catgirl

a work in progress on a broken robot catgirl

Stories

2013-08-19T17:43:10Z

Gynoneko:

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#[[June]]
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===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===
#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===
#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===
#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[My Bodies]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===
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#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===
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#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
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#[[1962]]

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#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

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===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===
#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===
#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===
#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===
#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

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#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

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#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
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#[[Bounty]]

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===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===
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#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]
#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===
#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===
#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]

===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===
#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===
#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===
#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===
#[[Robbery]]

===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===
#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===
#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===
#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/Joeythegoth|Joeythegoth]]===
#[[Shirley]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===
#[[Crash]]

===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===
#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===
#[[Mistress Mira]]
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#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
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#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
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===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===
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#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

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#[[New Roommate]]

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#[[Blind Date]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===
#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===
#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]] (Complete)
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[Back to BASIC]] (Complete)
#[[A Contradiction of Life]] (Complete)
#[[Friends Forever]] (Complete)
#[[Liberty]] (Complete)

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
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#[[Jumper...]]
*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]
*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)
#[[The Moment When]]
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#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===
#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===
#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]

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#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===
#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
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*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
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#[[Create-A-Story 3]]

===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===
*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]
#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
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Stories/GynoNeko

2013-08-19T17:36:38Z

Gynoneko:

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]

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The Delivery (Part 1)

2013-08-19T17:35:33Z

Gynoneko: /* The Delivery */

'''
== The Delivery (Part 1) ==
'''
''By Gynoneko''

My feet ran as fast as they could even through the large assembly hall. Crowds of people gathered in areas to ogle the latest and greatest in robotics and computing, and all of them felt like they were in my way.

"Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry!" I said as I forced my way through the crowds of businessmen, fanboys, press, and anyone else who stood between me and my goal. Most of these people here probably got tickets handed to them by their work places or some sort of press pass, but I was stuck paying full price for a convention I would normally never be able to attend. However, this time I decided I had to splurge and get in. Sure seeing the robots and computer graphics and awesome new technologies were great, and I'd spent endless hours already drooling over everything in the halls, but my real goal was to walk away with something. Unfortunately, I had nothing. No money, no tickets, only a pass into the hall and a phone in my pocket. I had already filled it with pictures of all the cool things I know my friends are jealous of already online. However, I had nothing with which to purchase any merchandise. Being broke sucks.

There was no chance I would ever be able to show off the cool new toy I bought to my friends, because I would never have anything new. That is until about 5 minutes prior to this. Someone had announced that there was a drawing at one of the booths. A contest! And the tickets were free! Well, the first ticket was free, but every additional ticket was $5, and that was the difference between eating today and starving. So I decided to starve.

There was only one problem with this… the drawing was starting in just 5 minutes, and it was clear on the other side of the convention hall! So of course, I gunned it!

"Sorry! Was that your foot? Excuse me!" I fought my way through to have a chance at winning something, anything. I had never won anything before in my life, and I was sure I would probably lose this time too, but I figured that if I didn't play, I'd never have a chance to win anyways.

"Excuse me sir" a young lady behind a booth said as I finally got free of the crowd and made it to the booth with a minute to spare. "You'll have to wait in line with everyone else if you'd like an autograph."

"I'm here… for the drawing…" I said keeled over and breathing deeply. "I'd like… 2 tickets please!"

"Oh!" the young lady said. She looked down at her watch and up at a large digital display on the other side of the table. "Just in time!" She took my $5 and pulled 2 tickets stubs of a reel of tickets and ripped them in half, handing me one half and dropping their counterparts in a large plastic bin.

I looked closely at the numbers on the stubs. 107944 and 107945. I was feeling lucky. I knew I would win something today!

A second later, a man came up and took the plastic bin full to the top with ticket stubs. There must have been over 1,000 tickets in there, and I had 2. By now a crowd was forming next to the line of people waiting to get a signature from some designer person. I wasn't sure who they were, what they designed, nor did I care at this exact moment. All my attention was focused on the little plastic bin and the man holding it.

He hooked the box into a large machine that sucked up all the ticket stubs and threw them in the air around in a chamber mixing up everyone's tickets. There must have been a lot of excitement building because the room got quiet.

Finally, the girl took the stage and reached inside the large container of little red flying pieces of paper. After a short struggle to grab one, she pulled a single ticket half out of the container. It glowed with radiance and awesomeness as she held it out to read the number. Well, maybe it was just my imagination.

"One Zero Seven," the girl started… so far so good. "Gee I can't read this" she said quietly before showing it to the man next to her. He whispered something to her and she continued. "Eight Eight Six".

Ah shit!

Another bust! The crowd let out a big simultaneous moan.

But nothing else.

No one screamed. No one yelled out Bingo. Nothing.

"Any takers?" the girl repeated over the microphone so everyone could here. "The rules clearly state you must be present to win a prize" she said.

"107886" the man yelled out over her. Still no one said anything, and murmurs of hope filled the crowd.

They gave the poor sap 5 whole minutes to collect his prize, but no one ever came. I feel sorry for the chap, but not that sorry. His loss, right?

"Alright, the next number is" the girl said as she reached in to grab another number. "One Zero Six…"

I was out already.

Someone yelled. Some prize got handed away. I didn't pay attention. Was there another prize? I looked around to see if there were any rules. Sure enough, there were 3 prizes. I still had a chance. Looked like they had just given away the smallest prize, and were saving the grand prize, for last. Of course I didn't know what the grand prize was; it was described on the rule board as a bunch of question marks.

"One Zero One" the girl yelled out. Again I turned off my brain except to see if anyone took the prize. This time a girl squealed and jumped on stage with more excitement then I'm sure whatever the prize was deserved.

Finally it was down to the final prize. The Grand Prize. Numero Uno. The Big-

"One Zero Seven" the girl yelled. I almost missed it. "Nine Four Six." WHAT! One number away?! Nine four six?!
NINE FOUR SIX?!

"I'm sorry" the girl said after the man whispered something in her ear. "Nine Four Five. The 5 looks like a six" she commented just loud enough for me and a dozen others to hear. Wait, what did she say?

"One Zero Seven Nine Four Five" she repeated. Bingo!

"BINGO! I mean YES!" I yelled as I held up my ticket stub. "That's me! I mean, that's my ticket! I mean, I WON!"

The crowd booed. I deserved it.

I ran up to the stage next to the booth and waited for my prize.

"What do I get?" I asked the girl who read my number.

"I don't know sweetie" she said in an overly cute but somehow annoyed way. "You'll just have to wait and see" she said as she handed me a pen and paper.

"What?"

"Just fill out this form, and your grand prize will be delivered to you within 2 to 4 weeks."

Weeks?

Oh well, better than nothing.

I filled out the form as carefully as I could; making extra certain my 5s didn't look like 6s. The girl took my form and handed me another paper with contact information on it, in case there was a problem I guess.

By now the crowd had dispersed, and I was free to go about my way. Whatever way that was. I felt somehow jipped, but reminded myself that I was the big winner. The big dog. The golden ticket holder. The big cheese. The top-

"Dog gone it" someone said behind me at the booth. "I missed the big robot giveaway!” His southern accent reminded me of old redneck jokes.

"Don't be. Some schmuck won the robot" someone else told him as they walked past.

I was that schmuck and I grinned. Wait, a robot? Really? A robot? I looked back at the booth and looked more carefully at the sign. "Custom Androids and Gynoids." The sign read. "Pygmalion Industries.” Never heard of them.

I studied the business card the girl handed me for a week. They hadn't told me anything about what I was getting, or when. I mean, 2 to 4 weeks? That's like saying sometimes in the next month we might get around to giving you something. By now I had already waited for at least 2 weeks, maybe longer. I needed to calm down and stop thinking about the stupid contest already. I had work to do.

I swiveled around in my office chair and faced my computer again. Editing images of supermodels sure sounds like a fun, even erotic job, but let me tell you, it isn't. You wouldn't believe how fake these girls are. I mean, sometimes I have to erase their underwear through lace panties… you try to make that look good! It's hard, and annoying. I mean, sure when I'm done they look fantastic, but if anyone ever saw the before and after, I'm sure someone would make a deal about how I turn perfectly normal beautiful girls into objects of desire with unachievable beauty. But hey, that's my job, and I'm good at it. I turn the beautiful into goddesses, and the ugly into… something less ugly. It can be pretty boring though. Erasing moles, hiding scars, giving digital tummy tucks, and worse. I swear some girls have no business in the modeling profession.

I had been hard at work on a series of images for a particularly scandalous photo shoot (It's rare that I have to cover the girls who are often too shy to take it all off, but this girl must have believed she was posing for playboy), when I got called into my boss's office. This can never be good.

"Vincent, you've been doing some great work, Great work" my boss, a hairy balding man, said. Sure he's hairy and balding; his hair just isn't on his head. "But you know I can't pay you overtime this week. You've been working so hard on these images; I think you need a little break."

Overtime? A break? Was he firing me?

"Um sir? What do you mean a break?"

"Well, I have a special client who wants me to accompany their photo shoot in Hawaii this week."

Oh… a special client. I get it. Pervert. I was going to put my job aside so he could go frolic with the big wigs in paradise at my expense. Great.

"So you want me to go to Hawaii with you?" I asked jokingly.

"Go to- HA!" he laughed a great big belly laugh for until the joke became more awkward than I intended it to be. "No. I just need to make some temporary budget cuts while I'm away." Here it comes… "And this job you’re working on is not high on my list, so I'd like you to take the rest of the week off."

Unpaid of course. Ah the glories of working hourly for a cheap perverted-

"Unpaid of course." He had to rub it in.

"Of course" I moaned.

"I knew you'd understand. You can take off the rest of the day and I'll see you here bright and early on Monday."

"It IS Monday" I said more than visibly annoyed.

Again, another belly laugh like my comment was mean as a joke worth laughing at. Ha ha. I get to live another week with no pay. Hilarious. I never should have gone to that stupid convention.

As I saved my files and packed up my gear to head home, I realized that I wasn't that bad off this week. Sure I needed the money… badly… but I was already stocked up on food, had a new video game to try out, and my parents, god bless them, just visited and left me another $100 bill to hold me over till they visited again. I would survive somehow.

I drove home, coming to a realization that it was about time I started looking for a new job. One that paid me for the work I did and didn't take all the credit I deserved. Salary would be nice but let's not try my luck.

It took me half the time to get home than it usually took, thanks to driving back in the middle of the day instead of rush hour. It was just about time for a late lunch in fact as I pulled into the driveway of my small but stylish house. Well, as stylish as a bachelor pad can be. Minus the suave look and feel of a playboy. Ok… stylish is pushing it. But it looked nice and I kept it clean. If there was anything I learned from my mother, it was that cleanliness is next to godliness, and breaking your leg while cleaning can get you a lot closer to God a lot faster. No really.

I was surprised as I pulled into my badly-in-need-of-a-refinishing driveway to see a large delivery truck in front of my house.

Instantly my mind raced back to the contest! 2 weeks! What good timing. I could spend the rest of the week playing with whatever new gadget I won. I hope it was worth it.

I walked up to the front door, the only real way into my house, and saw a young lady in a red and white delivery-guy style jacket and pants. She wore a matching baseball cap with the logo for some delivery company called PDS on it.

"Oh! Hi! Do you live here?" the girl asked. She had apparently been waiting for someone to answer the door. Good timing on my part.

"Sure do!" I said with a smile. Maybe today wouldn't totally suck after all. "You're lucky I came home early. Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

"Not really. Are you Vincent Foster?" she asked all friendly-like. The baseball cap perfectly hid the majority of her face since she wore it so low and never looked up from her tablet. It didn't help that she was about a foot shorter than me too.

"Sure am" I said as I fumbled with my keys to open the door as the girl stood behind.

"Great! Then I have a package delivery for you!"

I opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open for the girl behind me to drop off my package. It had to be the grand prize; I just knew it had to be.

"Awesome" I said as I put my keys and brief case down nearby.

"I'll just need you to sign here please" she said handing me a tablet pc, one of those fancy full screen ones too, and a stylus to sign my name with.

I took the tablet and realized there was a lot more fine-print than I normally would see with a package delivery.

"Alright, just put the package over there" I gestured as I tried to read the fine print. It was really technical boring stuff, and I gave up after about 10 seconds of trying and scrolled to the bottom of the screen to sign. I signed the tablet and hit "Accept" at the bottom, and handed the tablet back to the girl. She had moved since I looked down at the tablet and was now standing in the middle of the room. But…

"Where's the package?" I asked as she took the tablet. I heard a truck engine start up behind me, and then take off.

"You're looking at it" she said.

"What?"

The girl took off the cap and tossed it aside, revealing a stylish and short haircut of bright red hair. With the same motion, she unzipped her jacket and let it hang open to reveal she was not wearing anything underneath. She struck a sexy pose like I see models make every day, except she was the real deal.

"You're looking at it. I AM the package, Vincent."

"WHAT?" I said a little more shocked.

"Didn't they tell you?" she asked with a coy expression, one finger to her mouth. I just shook my head as though all capacity for speech had left me. It must have been the blood rushing south. "You won the grand prize at the Pygmalion Industries booth at the Technology and Robotics Convention." I gave her a blank stare. "You know… your own top-of-the-line personal gynoid, with all the bells and…" she allowed the jacket to slide down her shoulders, revealing her lightly tanned and toned torso, "… whistles."

I wasn't sure when I blacked out, before or after I hit the ground. Either way my head hurt like a-

"Are you okay?" a girl's voice rang out.

"What happened? I asked. I opened my eyes to see the cute delivery girl hovering over me in a panic. Oh yeah, the package. I looked lower and realized she was still completely topless. Oh yeah… the package.

"You fainted! Do you need any water? Medicine? Are you alright?" she asked again with urgency in her voice.

"Wh- wh- why are you naked?" I finally asked, trying to avert my eyes.

"I'm not naked" she answered. "I still have my pants on." I couldn't tell if she was being serious, cute, or making a joke.

"That's not what I meant!"

"I was programmed to try to seduce you when we first met by removing my clothes, assuming you were alone" she replied. "Are you sure you're ok? Let me get you some water."

She got up and looked around; I assume looking for the kitchen. A moment later, I was left staring up at the ceiling alone. My head hurt a little; I hadn't fainted like that before. I suppose it was like trying to stand up quickly after having sat down for too long, except all I could see when I closed my eyes was a pair of beautiful breasts.

I tried to sit up, and realized she had rolled up her jacket and placed it under my head. I must have been out for a minute or so before I woke up. I suppose seeing a naked girl like that so unexpectedly can do that to a man. Right?

The girl ran back into the room holding a glass of water. I couldn't help but stare at her. At least this time if I fainted I was already on the ground.

"Here, drink this" she said as she handed me the glass. "Slowly."

I sipped at the water, glancing at her body. It wasn't just her breasts that impressed me, it was her entire form. She was lightly tanned, with a slim but clearly athletic build. Her body was well-toned, like she worked out, except still petite and feminine. Her breasts were perfect, not too large, and not small at all, with pink perky nipples. She even had tan lines revealing her lovely pale skin (only a few shades lighter than the rest of her body) and her penchant for bikinis. I couldn't help but stare.

I finally managed to look higher up and study her face as I sipped at the cold water. She was more adorable than I thought. Her large blue eyes were piercing and deep. Her face had an angular look that was still soft and feminine but with a little tough-gal mixed in. She had a nose that belonged on a statue of Aphrodite, and lips to match. Her hair was short, but not quite as short as a boy's, and was sexy and girlish. It was a lovely dark red that I thought couldn't possibly exist in nature. She held an expression of concern on her face that showed real emotion and empathy.

It took me a minute to realize I was looking at a girl who was claiming to be a robot! That was impossible. This had to be a joke. Someone must have been playing a prank on me. Robots that look this human are still decades away, right?

I finished my glass of cold water and was glad to see it helped with my headache. I was feeling much better, but I was still uncomfortable with a topless girl I didn't know this close to me. I had never gone to strip shows before, and even though I worked on images of beautiful often nearly naked (and occasionally all naked) ladies, they just didn't compare to this!

"I'm sorry, could you put something on?" I finally said.

"Do I displease you?" she asked, covering herself up in an incredibly cute fashion. "Am I ugly?"

"No no! It's not that. I just- I'm not used to talking to a naked girl."

"Oh!" she said. I handed her the jacket she was using to proper up my head and she unrolled it and put it back on.

"Thanks" I said.

"Sorry. I was hoping you'd like me" she said as she zipped up the front half way, "breasts and all."

"I do, I mean, I will. I mean. Who are you?"

"Oh right!" she said getting to her feet. She helped me stand up before continuing. "I'm the current top-of-the-line model GSX-5770. Pygmalion's ultimate female companion bot."

"Companion bot?" I asked.

"You got it. I'm designed and programmed to fulfill all your needs. I have an active AI learning system, so I learn on the go too! I'm sure our time together will be a lot of fun!"

"Fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can do anything you want! Both in and out of the bedroom" she added with a wink.

"Bedroom?" I asked. They gave me a sexbot!

"Of course! You didn't think I'd have a hot bod like this for nothing did you?" She winked at me and I had to wonder how any robot could have a 'hot bod' like that. Or any human for that matter.

"I don't believe you. This is some sort of joke! Ok. Where's the camera? You guys got me" I said looking around to see if there was a hidden camera or something.

"Camera? What are you- oh. No, this isn't a prank! I swear!" she said. I couldn't help but noticed how cute she was acting; always swaying her hips, jumping around in little motions, striking a pose for fun…

"Prove it" I said. "Show me that you're a robot!"

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to faint again." She had a concerned look on her face again, and I swore it was too real to be faked.

"I'll be fine, you just caught me by surprise last time" I said. On second thought… "Let me just… sit down first" I said taking a seat on my nearby couch.

"Ok, if you insist" she said with a seductive voice.

The girl walked up to me, and started to dance erotically. First, she danced around a little striking sexy poses and playing with her top. It didn't take long for her to start slowly unzipping her jacked again, and reveal her perky breasts. She continued to tease and dance while the jacket hung loosely from her shoulders, giving me glimpses of her fabulous body as she moved. As the jacket fell from her shoulders and hit the ground, she paused and looked at me. I didn't faint this time, so she smiled and continued.

I shifted in my seat as she started to play with herself, grabbing at her crotch and squeezing her breasts. I felt my face get red and started to get light-headed as she danced closer and closer to me. She bent over and stuck her round ass toward me, gyrating it as she danced to music in her own head.

"Wha-" I cleared my throat. "What does this have to do with-" I started to ask.

"You'll see" she cooed playfully. "Just sit back and enjoy the show."

Slowly but surely, her pants came undone and she started to pick up the pace of the sexy dance. Little beads of sweat started to form on her skin, glistening in the light as she entertained me. I knew this had to be a prank. No robot cold sweat! She slid her hands down her sides, and her fingers disappeared under her waistband. Slowly the pants came down. She had on no panties, and I could now see she was perfectly shaved as well. However, that's where she stopped.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed "Are you ready?"

I nodded, expecting her tight pants to hit the ground.
Instead, she stood before me with her pants still barely clinging on, and stayed perfectly still.

A whirring noise came from within her, and invisible seams stretching down from her neck to her groin suddenly appeared. With the hiss of air, her entire torso opened up, her skin retracting in panels, to reveal her true mechanical nature. She really was a robot. And an amazing one!

I had never seen a robot this complex before. Inside her body were thousands of optical wires, tubes and bladders of various sorts, plastic bits, artificial muscles, miniature screens with readouts, gauges, dials, buttons, and things I had no idea how to describe. She continued to breathe deeply from her dance, and I could see her artificial lungs contract and expand as she did.

I stared for several minutes, trying to get an idea of everything going on, trying to wrap my head around this. She was amazing. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I stared into the torso of what looked like a living girl. She wasn't a big girl either. Her body was svelte and toned, and she looked like she could run a marathon, but she was still slim. Seeing all those mechanical parts inside such a tight body astounded me. Not an inch of space was wasted except to allow motion and flexibility.

"This is... really embarrassing" she said with a nervous laugh standing there before me.

"Uh-huh" my mind was still not quite over this hurdle of understanding.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked.

Something in me snapped me back to awareness, and I looked up at her face. She was blushing and clenched her eyes closed as I was studying her. "Y- Yes. Yes, I believe you are a robot. How can I not?"

"Can I close up now?" she asked.

"Of course" I said with a wave of my hand like it was nothing. She relaxed and let out an anxious sigh. I watched carefully as the panels of skin and muscle slid back into place, slowly forming a tight seal, and recessing back into her body until there was no evidence of her robotic nature left.

"Wow" I exclaimed as I watched.

The girl giggled and put on a coy expression, one hand to her mouth while her arms squeezed her breasts together a little. "Thanks" she said.

"Can I see that again?" I asked. "Ah- A little later?"

The red-headed gynoid blushed again and looked down at me with sultry eyes. "Sure, whenever you want. You're... ah... still hard down there."

So I was. Seeing the robotic nature of this girl didn't turn me off at all, in fact, I think it made me even more excited. I crossed my legs and shifted in my seat.

"Do you want me to continue from where I left off?" she asked, leaning in close to me.

"You mean-?"

"Uh-huh" she nodded. I gulped as she closed the distance between our faces. She kissed me long and hard, and I loved it! Her tongue danced playfully against mine, and her warm breath filled my nose with a sweet smell.

I was about ready to explode.

"I'll take that as a yes" she said seductively as she stood up close to me. Her pants slid off her hips, with a little work, and revealed her full natural yet artificial body. Sure enough she was clean shaven down there, and another faint tan line showed she liked skimpy bikini bottoms. I couldn't help but wonder how a robot could have tan lines.

She started up her dance again, sliding her feet out of her pant legs one at a time, always keeping a sexy pose. I was amazed at how well-balanced she was. She danced slowly while she turned around, giving me a full view of her erotic body. I had seen pictures of beautiful girls, hell I made half of them out there, and I knew that the girls you see were never as flawless as they appear. Imperfections, body fat, scars, tattoos, every girl had something she wanted to hide, or at least the magazine people wanted me to hide for them. But this robot girl before me was perfect. Her skin was flawless, her complexion was superb, and her body was the ideal feminine form. There was nothing about this girl that wasn't perfect, inside and out.

She turned her back to me and I caught a glimpse of her womanhood before she sat down on my lap and rubbed herself against me. This really was a lap dance. I could feel her warmth and wetness through my clothes, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

"You know, Vincent, this isn't a lap dance" she whispered into my ear as she leaned into me. I stared down her body at her perfect breasts as she put one hand behind my head.

"What do you mean?"

"Touching IS allowed."

With that, I no longer held back. I held her body in my hands, caressing her skin, feeling her warmth, fondling her breasts. She felt all too real; this had to be a dream!

"Oh! Vincent! Ahh" she let out moans and gasps as I caressed her. I gently pushed her onto the couch next to me so she was on her hand and knees, and grabbed her butt. "Vincent!" she cried before I dove in to lick her impeccable pussy.

She was surprisingly sweet, and very responsive to my touch. Her moans of ecstasy filled the room as she climbed higher and higher toward her climax. Suddenly I stopped when something occurred to me.

"Why- why did you stop?" she asked out of breath.

"I can't do this" I said. "Not without knowing your name."

"My name?" she panted. "I don't have a name."

"No name?!" She shook her head at my question, looking back over her shoulder while still on all fours. She wiggled her butt at me to continue. "Then I'll have to give you one" I said as I rubbed at her clitoris.

"AH! Yes!" she moaned.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Quickly I unzipped my pants, and aligned myself behind her.

"Oh my!" she said as she caught a glimpse of my erect shaft. Her soft warm folds were already soaked, and I had no trouble entering her, despite how tight it felt. "Ooohh!!" she moaned as we became one.

"What name should I give you?" I asked as I thrust into her.

"Anything you want! Just please don't stop" she gasped as I began to move inside her.

I thought about what name would suit her best while pumping away at the sexy redhead, her moans of joy and pleasure filling the house. She grabbed onto the side of my couch as I increased the speed and force, making my couch creak.

"How about Faye?" I said between breaths.

"F- Faye? Ah!" she repeated, sort of.

"Yeah... it's pretty, like you." Not to mention my favorite model was named Faye.

She laughed a little, but it was instantly overtaken with sounds of lust again. "Faye! Alright... My name... is Faye!" She said before arching her back. She gasped as her body started to shake uncontrollably. "Sensory overload! Ah!" She continued to shake from her orgasm, until she finally lost her strength and collapsed on the couch.

"Did you cum?" I asked taking a break.

She lay there, still connected to me, and nodded as she caught her breath. "Yeah."

"Then it's my turn" I said and I lifted her up and flipped her over. She was lighter than I would have expected a human-sized robot to be, and lifting her up wasn't an issue. She squealed with delight as I repositioned myself for a frontal assault.

Again she responded well, and again she felt and looked amazing! I couldn't help but take off my shirt thanks to all the sweat from our spontaneous lovemaking.

She came yet again as I approached my climax, her hands grabbing at my back and her hips humping uncontrollably. I never yielded though and she continued to climax, one after another, as I finally reached my own. With a final thrust, I burst inside her as she came down from her own high.

We lay together on the couch, our warm sweaty bodies entwined, for who knows how long. She felt amazing, and I knew that my life would never be the same now. I looked up in her eyes with awe, and she looked down at me with joy.

"I've never had sex like that" I said when we finally relaxed. "The closest thing I've ever had was over 10 years ago."

"I've never had sex at all" she said. I looked up at her and realized she was making a joke. "Well, not in real life, only in simulations."

"You were amazing. You ARE amazing!" I sat up on the couch, collecting myself.

"Thank you" she giggled. "You felt pretty good yourself."

"Faye?" I asked.

"Mm?" she answered as she started to sit up.

"Do you like me?" I asked.

"To be honest, I only just met you, Vincent. But so far so good" she winked. "I hope you will like me too" she added.

"What isn't there to like? I've never met a robot like you before."

"Is that a good thing?"

"A very good thing" I answered getting up from the couch and holding my hand out to her.

She took my hand and stood up before leaning into me and giving me a kiss. "And I'm all yours."

"How long will you stay with me?" I asked. I had a bad habit of asking stupid questions, especially to girls. My last girlfriend left me after only 3 months together, and I didn't take it too well.

She gave me a sly grin and struck the cutest pose. "As long as you'll have me, Vincent."

I was glad to hear that, and gave her a smile. We gathered up our clothes and I led Faye on a brief tour of my house, ending in the bedroom. It wasn’t a big place, but it was all mine. Well... ours now I suppose. Good thing I kept the Queen Size bed from my last girlfriend.

"I can't wait to learn more about your life" Faye said all excited. We were still not dressed, and in all honesty she only had the one thing to wear. I wasn't in the habit of keeping woman's clothing around.

"Well, it's going to be different now with you in it" I said, returning a wink to her. "I want to learn everything I can about you too. How do you work, what can you do?"

"All in good time" Faye said. "We need to pace ourselves." I got the distinct impression she wasn't just talking about getting to know each other.

"I do have one question though."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Why the delivery girl routine? I mean, what was that all about?"

She smiled coyly. "Besides the surprising reveal and amazing sex afterwards? It saves on the budget. No packaging or shipping costs when your deliverer is the package."

"And the driver?"

"Just another package waiting to be delivered" she said with a wink.

''The End''

The Delivery (Part 2)

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Gynoneko: New page: ''' == The Delivery, Part 2 == ''' ''By Gynoneko'' I had had enough! My boss, Peter Lipi, had gone too far. Not only had he consistently cut back my hours and yet demanded more work, bu...

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''By Gynoneko''

I had had enough!

My boss, Peter Lipi, had gone too far. Not only had he consistently cut back my hours and yet demanded more work, but he stopped paying me regularly and would always show up late. But this time, he had gotten one of our biggest client's model pregnant! Of course he brushed it off and reused to do any more work for them, but when the lawsuit came, I decided it was time I left.

Of course, Faye didn't want me to leave empty-handed. For the past 6 months, ever since I won her in a contest, she had been helping me with everything from my daily chores to my work. If it wasn't for her, I never would have been able to keep up with the demands my boss threw at me. This time, however, we decided we needed a plan so I wouldn't be jobless and broke when I left the company. Well, the broke part is hard to avoid, but at least I would have prepared myself.

It was Faye's idea to start our own photography studio. Of course, I'd have to buy a camera first, and take lessons. Yeah, that's right, I might be a kick-ass imaging expert, but when it came to taking a picture, I was as average at best. Maybe above average, I did know how to frame things well. I just didn't know how to use a camera!

Faye and I researched for an affordable but still high-quality DSLR camera that would meet the needs of the clients I had been working with. I was more than confident that my image editing skills could make up for anything the camera lacked. Sure enough, Faye found the perfect camera. It was on the low end of professional quality, but the images were sharp and perfect.

I pooled together what I could from my savings, which was there only thanks to Faye, and bought the camera, but that was only step one. I had to teach myself through online tutorials and such how to take a picture. I was devastated to see I needed to buy expensive lights and reflectors as well. For now, that meant I would be forced to buy only the cheap reflectors and take outdoor photographs until I could afford studio lighting. If that ever happened.
Long story short, I realized I would be in serious trouble without any clients, so I formed a plan to help me get my leg up. Faye was always at the ready, and soon we decided when my last day was to be.

At last it came, my last day on the job. For over a week I stealthily moved all my personal stuff (and a few company items I'm sure he'd never miss) to my house, leaving me with next to nothing at my desk. He was late, as always. He was probably out drinking the night before, or worse. I didn't want to know. Instead of working diligently on the current photo shoot I had at my desk, I copied the best work I did, and saved them to a drive to make sure I could show off my work.

"Hey, Vinnie!" he called out to me. His speech was a little slurred.

"It's Vincent" I growled.

"I'm meeting an important client in 5 minutes. Hold down the fort."

"I'll hold you down" I mumbled. He didn't hear it. "Sure thing" I yelled. He heard that.
As he shuffled out of his office, I made my way inside. Pulling out my cellphone, I took pictures of the place, but mostly I took pictures of his financial log books, his employee records, and his client list. He kept most of it in a book, and some of it on his computer, so I had to log in to get the most updated information of his biggest clients. It was easy, he never used passwords. Hell, I probably set this thing up for him months ago and he still didn't know how to use the OS properly.

I found the files I was looking for, and started taking pictures with my phone. That was Faye's idea. Every time I took a photo, it would automatically upload onto the internet, and into my computer at home, where Faye was waiting to start going through.

Long before Lipi ever came back, I managed to photograph every page I needed in all the books I could find and decided to look around at his scheduler as well. Sure enough, he did have a client, but it wasn't an ordinary client... technically it wasn't a client but rather their lawyer. I made sure to take photos of his entire photo-shoot lineup for the next 3 months. I had no idea what would be useful, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

I returned to my desk for the last time and gathered the rest of my things. Just in time, Peter walked in and gave me an odd look.

"Vinnie? What's going on here?" he asked as though he had no idea.

"Look, Mr. Lipi, I am not Vinnie, I'm Vincent. And I don't work here anymore. I quit. Here's a letter of resignation, and my lawyer's number. You can expect a call from them soon" I said handing him an envelope and carrying my stuff toward the door.

"Vinnie? What are you saying? You're not happy here? I'll give you a raise! An extended holiday!"

"You don't get it; you already owe me both of those and more. Your empty promises mean nothing to me. Goodbye."

And I was gone. Lipi would have to figure out the rest for himself. As for that lawyer bit, yeah, it was true. I might not have much money, but I did have rights, and decent pay for decent work was one of them. Again, that was Faye's idea.

By the time I got home, Faye had already gone through all the images I uploaded and organized them, filling in my contacts with all the client names and numbers. I was relieved to see her. From here on out, it would be just me and her as we tried to figure out the next move. I couldn't be happier with her. Faye was smart, knowledgeable, attractive, athletic, sexy, kinky, and all-around the perfect companion. If there was ever anything she didn't know how to do, she'd either download instructions from the internet or I'd teach it to her personally.

She greeted me at the door wearing a big smile and a sexy little getup. Her short shorts and low-cut tank top really showed off the curves of her body, and her short red hair gave her a sense of excitement and fun. And she was very exciting and fun.

"How did it go?" she asked, giving me a little kiss on my cheek.

"To be expected I suppose. Well I'm jobless again, but hopefully it won't stay that way."

She smiled and followed me back into the house. "You seem a little down. I know it's hard, but you have me."

I returned her smile to her, and gave her a big wet kiss. She eagerly returned it in kind.

"Vincent! You're certainly assertive today" she said with a sparkle in her eye.

"I think I need to relieve the stress of the last few months. I'm going to need your help" I told her putting my stuff down at a table somewhere.

"Of course, Vincent, anything you want."

I smiled sinisterly. "I think we'll start by having you remove your top."

"Yes sir!" she replied with a sexy voice. Faye lifted her tight shirt up over her head until her two breasts popped out. Instinctively I grabbed them and started fondling her before she was even finished pulling her shirt off. The tan lines she had from when I first saw her naked were gone now, but I could have easily added them back. They were controlled through sub-dermal cells under her skin that would change the color of her skin. Since it was nearing the end of winter, I decided she shouldn't still have a tan. Although I had plans for her to sport a full body tan next year.

She moaned as she struggled to remove her shirt. Placing my arm around her slim lean form, I embraced her body and kissed her nipples deeply. Actuators under her skin hardened her nipples as I played with them, indicating she was turned on and enjoying my play.

"Ohhh Vincent! That feels great!" she said as she finally freed her head from her shirt, her spunky red hair bouncing playfully. I loved it when she stretched out like that. She lowered her hands to my head and kissed me. "Take me Vincent. Right here!"

"Of course. But first, I want to see the real you" I teased.

"The real me? Are you sure?" she asked playfully. We had done this countless times already, but she always got a kick out of it, and so did I.

"Just your chest this time" I ordered.

She smiled and took half a step away from me. With a faint whir and a click, seams appeared along her chest, outlining her breasts. The panels swung open, splitting her chest in two, while revealing her mechanical robotic nature underneath. Every time I saw this, I was amazed. She loved show off to me, both inside and out, and she loved my reaction, which was always the same.

"Beautiful" I muttered taking a closer look again. I had seen inside her so many times that I knew every wire, every actuator, every sensor and circuit. And yet I could never build a replica of her, or even repair her if something happened. Luckily nothing had.

Faye blushed at my words, and I couldn't help but noticed how innocent and sweet she looked. "You always say that" she teased.

"It's always true" I replied. "Inside and out, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever-"

She interrupted me with a kiss, long deep and passionate.

"Enough talk. Just fuck me already!" Who was I to argue?

Frantically we got naked the rest of the way and continue to make out. Before I realized it, she was pushing me to the ground and lowering herself onto my erect manhood. Her chest still hung open as readouts on tiny screens and gauges reflected the internal struggle her body had to go through whenever she had sex. Her emotions would run high, her lubricants would start flowing, and her pleasure center would send waves of ecstasy through her body.

I started matching her slow movements with pumping of my own, as I closed the hatch on her front to see her completed human appearance. She was still as beautiful and stunning as the day I first saw her. She smiled at me as she reached up to grab at her own breasts before stretching out. It wasn't long before my motions increased in intensity and speed, and she keeled over in an orgasm, grabbing onto me.

"Oh God Vincent. My readouts are going crazy! There's too much dataaa-AHH!" she screamed into my ear as she reached her peak. That was enough to being me over the edge, and together we came on the floor. Usually we'd go on like this for an hour, maybe two, and Faye was definitely ready for more, but I had more important things to do.

"It's like I was custom-made to fit you" Faye said as she rolled over next to me. "I just can't get enough of you" she said.

"You were amazing, as always, Faye. But... “I took a deep sigh. "We have things to do.

Faye looked at me disappointed, but my serious look changed her mind.

"Oh all right" she said unsatisfied but understanding. "At least let me do this my way" she said as I stood up.

"Your way?" I asked as I held my hand out to her to help her up.

Smiling, she took my hand, glad I was still the gentleman to her after all this time, and winked as she stood. "Naked"

We spent the next few hours going through all the clients, and contacting them one by one. Faye did most of the talking since she sounded so sweet and gentle on the phone. And yes, she did this completely in the nude, just to tease me. I chose to at least wear pants. I wasn't sure what it was, but Faye would giggle everyone now and then on the phone while she talked with the clients. Was she being hit on over the phone? Honestly, it couldn't hurt.

I was surprised how many clients had no idea the lawsuits Lipi was dealing with. He had done a good job hiding it from them to make sure his digressions didn't get in the way of business. Well, except for the pregnant girl and her company. That was the fiasco that really shocked people. A few clients were familiar with his behavior, but hadn't realized it had gone so far.

That left me a way in. Faye and I sold my services as a professional photographer to these clients over the phone, even though I had no real experience as a photographer yet.

What we quickly learned was that the vast majority of the clients were actually very interested in my services, especially if I could offer a competitive price and a more professional attitude. However, all of them wanted to see a sample of my work. The Photoshop part was easy, I could show them tons of examples of that, but that wasn't what they wanted. They were interested in my photography, specifically with models.

And that was where my plan fell apart.

I couldn't afford to pay a model, not a decent one anyways. Sure I could Photoshop out anything I had to to make a mediocre model look good, but how do you advertise for that?

I started searching through phone books and websites and anywhere else for cheap models. Alas, all the ones I could afford were too hard to get or just not of the quality I needed, and all the ones that fit the bill were just too expensive.

I needed a model, and I needed one fast.

And of course, Faye fit that role perfectly.

Without so much as a second thought, I grabbed my camera and started adjusting the lights I had in the room. I might not have had studio lighting, I might not have been able to afford the good stuff, but with enough natural light and a few tricks, I managed to light Faye up beautifully.

"What are you doing?" she said between phone calls.

"Nothing, just keep doing what you’re doing and looking pretty" I ordered as I started to snap some shots of her sitting naked in front of the computer.

It was a good distraction for her, constantly aware of what I was doing while trying to concentrate on the phone calls. She eventually gave up and just started striking poses and really putting on the cute act.

I must have filled up almost 2 memory cards of pictures before I decided it was enough.

"So? How did I look?" she asked.

"Great, but now I have to go through all these..." I dreaded all the Photoshopping I would have to do. I supposed I'd have to pick the best dozen or so and stick with those.

"Let me help. I'm sure you can teach me."

"Teach you? To edit images?" What I did was half science and half art. I'm sure I could teach her the science part of it, but how do you teach a robot to make art?

"Sure! I'm a quick learner." That she was.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt, but I'm not sure it will work." I sighed. "Still, I need a lot more than this to convince anyone I'm a good photographer. And I'll still need more models too."

For the next 2 days, I showed Faye the ins and outs of my work. I taught her all the basics, and delved into some of the more specifics. It would take a lot longer to teach her everything, but I was surprised she was as good as she was. It seemed that teaching her the science was easy, and she had an eye for the art as well, or at least she could make an aesthetically pleasing image.

While I had her working on various exercises, I scoured the local college campus for models. These girls were usually cheap enough that I could afford them, they were young enough to be sexy and attractive, and they were bold enough that they would do whatever I needed without reservation. That and they weren't yet Divas like so many of the professionals were.

I put up signs and ads all around in my quest for a model. It took an entire week before I got any responses back. They were promising, but their schedules were a little hard to work around.

I had just managed to arrange on my digital calendar a schedule with 3 girls and a boy all interested in modeling for the following week, but my time was running out. The clients were eager to see my work, but they had their own schedules to keep, and I needed to move fast if I wanted to convince them I was trustworthy and professional.

Faye was always cheerful, and her good mood was infectious. I found myself smiling all the time around her, although I knew how tight things were getting. It almost seemed like she had a secret she wanted to tell me about, but it would spoil it. But what?

I had just completed my first photo session in a park with one of the girls from the college. She was not exactly what I was looking for, but she was still cute and photogenic. I would have to hide her tattoo via Photoshop later, but I hoped I could do more work with her soon. I was already out $200 from this session though, so it really depended on what I could bring in next.

As I drove into my driveway, I was struck with a sense of deja vu. A delivery truck, identical to the one that dropped off Faye, was parked out front of my apartment! Now I know something was wrong! There was no way I could afford another robot, and why would it be here anyways? It had to be a mistake. Or maybe a neighbor.

But no, I saw a girl in a delivery uniform standing out front my door holding a tablet, just as Faye had 6 months ago.

I parked my car and jumped out of my car! There was no way I was going to sign for this. I had no money for another robot. Hell, if Faye wasn't a prize, I never would have been able to afford her!

I marched out of my car and spotted someone sitting in the front seat of the truck. This time, I would go to them directly.

A girl sat behind the wheel, except she wasn't wearing one of the uniforms. I caught her eye, and she sat up straight in her chair, nervous.

"Oh no you don't! You're not going anywhere" I yelled as I stepped in front of the truck. "What's going on here?"

Before I could do anything else, I heard a door on the back of the truck slam closed and another girl in a delivery uniform walked toward my door.

"Oh no! I didn't order any of these! I'm not paying!" I yelled.

The girl in the front seat rolled down her window and waved me over. Cautiously I approached. The young lady driving the truck had long blond hair, was wearing a white tank top with some sort of logo on it, and gave me a bemused look. However, the thing I noticed the most about this girl wasn't her hair, her shirt, or her attractive face, it was her arm. Her left arm glinted in the light like some sort of smooth reflective metal. I wasn't sure if she was a robot herself, or a cyborg, but her arm was clearly artificial and she did nothing to hide it.

"What's your problem?" she asked.

"I'm not paying for these robots, I didn't order any."

"Well that's not my department. I'm just the driver today."

"I thought the drivers were other robots waiting to be delivered" I pointed out.

"What? Who told you that?"

"Faye did, when I first got her."

"Bah!" she exclaimed. "She just said that to be cute. I mean how would they deliver themselves? Eventually they'd have to return for more. Look. I'm just here to deliver these two to..." she grabbed a sheet of paper and started searching it for a name.

"I am not paying for them. There's no way I can afford these. I never ordered them anyways!" I objected.

"Well they're not for you! Talk to Faye" she retorted as she threw down the paper on the seat next to her. An indicator of some sort started beeping on her wrist, and she glanced at it. "Well I'm off. Got more deliveries to make."

"But-" I was about to argue some more when the girl rolled up the window, gave me a smile, and drove off.

On the other side of the truck, I could now see Faye standing at the door holding the 2 tablets in her hand smiling at me, while the two girls in uniform stood by silently.

I walked over to her, furious, but also curious. She had never done anything like this before, ordering something behind my back. She knew my finances better than I did, and even I knew we couldn't afford another robot, let alone 2. I wanted to stay mad at her as I walked closer, but Faye's smile and excitement pushed it away. Damn, she was still so cute after all this time, I just couldn't be angry with her.

"Faye! What's going on here? You know we can't afford more robots! Besides, I'm happy with just you!"

"I know you are, but please don't worry about it, let's talk inside."

Reluctantly I followed the trio in doors. Closing the door behind me, I glanced between the pair of robots, and then at Faye.

"Start talking" I ordered.

"Well, you know how you needed more models for your photo-shoots, and how hard it's been finding anyone?" Faye questioned with a pleading look in her eyes. "Well I figured if I make such a great model for you, why not more custom robots as your models? I mean no one can tell I'm not human unless I open up or something."

"Yeah but how many thousands of dollars will these two cost? Each? Or are we renting them?" I asked.

"Not exactly. They are ours to keep."

"But we can't afford them!" I objected.

She recoiled a little before donning an innocent smile. "I sort of made a deal with Mr. Pygmalion, the owner of the company."

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, he understands how hard it is to start your own business... and he really wanted to help. And so he agreed to let you have them at a reduced price. Plus you don't have to pay until you get your feet off the ground." This was starting to sound suspicious to me. "PLUS you only have to pay small payments for them." She twisted her face in thought, trying to find a way to make this more appealing to me. She knew if I wanted, I could have them returned, but she looked desperate to try to convince me they were worth the trouble. "Think of it as paying them wages. And you only have to pay for so long before they work for free."

"Work? Models don't work. They have a photo session once in a while and then they sit there looking pretty. What kind of work are you talking about?"

Faye looked guilty of doing something without my permission, which she had done, and started to act rather shy. "I figured since you were so good at teaching me photo editing, maybe you could teach them too. We could be your staff for your new company."

"My staff?" I hadn't thought that far ahead myself. Again, Faye was showing me she was capable of big ideas, planning things out and acting on them without my input. I was starting to see how impressive she really was. "I- They- You..." I couldn't help but start to smile, even though I tried desperately to hide it. Of course she noticed, and a ray of hope filled her. "You really have to stop doing things like this without my permission. I mean at least talk it over with me before you do it."

"Well I wanted it to be a surprise. Surprise?" She was so cute; I couldn't help but almost laugh. Her smile returned in full to her lips, and I knew she had me around her finger.

"Surprises like this might be a bit too big. Promise me you don't do anything big like this again without my permission."

She bounced up in excitement as a smile beamed across her face. "I promise. Does that mean we can keep them?"

"I suppose" I sighed. "Let's get a better look at you two."

I walked up to the first girl, who took off her hat to reveal a head of long blond hair. It was longer than I expected, since it was all stuffed up under her hat earlier. Her face was long and flawless with blue eyes, pouty lips, and an expression of being perpetually lost in thought. I figured she always looked that way, which was absolutely adorable. Her skin was pale, far more so than Faye's, and she had rather shapely body from what I could tell with her uniform still on. She was calm and had a certain elegant air about her.

Moving on, I looked closer at the second girl. She was clearly Asian, at least in design, with shoulder-length black hair that was cut in a style that perfectly accented the roundness of her face. She had brown highlights in her hair as well, which made her look young. She had round brown eyes and a cat-like smile on her lips. Her nose was not as tiny as I expected, although it was still small. She clearly had a bridge to her nose that looked more western than Asian, even though it still fit her face. As elegant as the blond girl was, this girl was cute. She was shorter than the other two, and very petite, with porcelain-like skin. As I looked her over, she had a certain bounciness to the way she stood.

I took a step back to observe the two of them together while Faye joined me by my side.

"They're the top-of-the-line, just like me" she said. "It turns out someone custom ordered them, but never paid for them, so they were left just sitting around waiting to be sold. I'm sure they'll come in handy."

Top-of-the-line huh? I was curious.

"Go stand next to them, Faye" I ordered. "Please."

Faye did just that, and stood next to the two gynoids with no names. Faye was not as tall as the blond girl, and her skin was darker still than the other two. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they looked nothing alike except that all three girls were stunning. But I needed to see more of them. After all, if I was going to be taking pictures of them as models, I needed to make sure they were model quality.

I walked up to Faye first and slowly unzipped the side of her dress.

"What are you-?" she started to object, but the look in my eye told her it was alright, and she smiled when she saw it.

I let the dress fall to the ground, and expertly undid her bra, and slid off her panties. She blushed as I exposed her beautiful body, giving me a look of desire. I wanted her, but I held back and simply smiled at her.

Next I stood in front of the blond girl, and slowly unzipped the front of her jacket. Like Faye when she first arrived, this girl wore no underwear, and her ample breasts were exposed as her jacket flopped to the ground. Her breasts were larger than Faye's, but not oversized, and still natural, with pink perky nipples. As I undid her pants, I noticed her body was not as well-toned as Faye's either, but this gave her an incredibly attractive softness that I honestly felt more models needed. She had no pubic hair, which I had to wonder about. Would it grow if I wanted it, or would she always be bare? She breathed in deeply as she stood before me naked an exposed. Her eyes were closed gently but she stood before me without attempting to cover herself up. Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at me with lust. The rest of her body was as flawless as her face.

Finally, I stood before the cute Asian girl, who looked up at me with innocent eyes. I disrobed her from her jacket as well, and beheld her exposed torso. She clenched her eyes tight as I did this, clearly nervous. Her body was lean and petite, not athletic like Faye, and not as soft and voluptuous as the blond girl, but cute and young. She looked like she was probably 19, younger than the other two, with a smaller chest. Despite her smaller breasts, they were still very shapely with 2 pert nipples, much pinker than I expected, although not as much so as the other two girls. I realized looking at her, that she was probably designed to look half-Asian, but it didn't really matter, she was still incredibly cute. As I slid her pants off, I saw that she had a thick but well-trimmed bush of black hair down below, even though she looked the youngest of the three. Her body was young, with a sort of girl-next-door look, like she could be a younger sister, or a girl who just graduated high school. Slowly she opened one eye, and then the other.

"So do you like what you see?" she asked. Her voice was high pitched, as cute as she looked, and still nervous.

"Yes" I nodded. I took a step back and beheld all three of them. The three girls looks so beautiful, I couldn't keep myself from getting turned on. "You three look simply amazing!"

The third girl bounced up and down as she heard this, with a little 'Yay'. She was much bubblier than the other two, and was sure to be a lot of fun.

"Do you want to see anymore?" Faye asked, before a whir and a click revealed the seams of her robotic panels on her torso and opened up. Her plastic, metal, wire, and circuitry were still as impressive to look at as always. The other two girls looked at her, and then at me, as though gauging my response. As soon as they saw my smile, they copied Faye, and each of them revealed their own robotic nature to me. The taller blond girl was almost identical to Fay, although her components seemed to have a little more breathing room in places. Meanwhile the shorter girl had a very similar structure, but some of the components were clearly a smaller more compact version, to make up for her smaller stature. All three now stood before me showing off.

"Wow” I couldn't help myself. Faye was still incredibly impressive to me, and now there were 2 more girls for me to ogle. I didn't know if I could take much more of it.

I cleared my throat. "Thank you very much. You are all very impressive. But please, you can close up now."

They did exactly that as I stood there blushing from their display.
The second girl smiled, a weight off her shoulders, and she took a slow step forward. "I'm glad to hear that you like us. But wouldn't you like to test us out?" Her voice was sultrier, with a smoothness to her voice that I found seductive.

Faye also took a step forward. "You know, they have more uses than just models and employees" she said. "Just like me." She gave me a wink, and continued to step closer to me.

"Hey, don't leave me out of this!" the third girl said, stepping up to match them.

"Hey, hold on a minute. I've got a lot of work to do. I don't have the time-" I started to object, but Faye leaned in and gave me a long passionate kiss. I couldn't restrain myself, and embraced her.

As Faye and I kissed, the other two girls started to undress me. I did nothing to stop them. As soon as they exposed my now erect penis, they both paused to look at it, before they started to lick me together. It felt really good. Faye had done this sort of thing before, but having two girls do this while I was kissing Faye was a new experience for me.

"You know" Faye said as she broke off the kiss, her arms still wrapped around me, "these two need names."

"So they do" I confirmed. "But what? Any ideas?"

"Why not do what you did with me, and give them their names while in the throes of passion? Whatever comes to your mind."

"Oh! Let me go first" the cute Asian gynoid exclaimed before standing up and hugging me. She jumped up into my arms, and wrapped her legs around me. I was barely able to grab onto her in time; I was sure glad she was so light-weight. Before I could say anything one way or another, she lowered herself onto me with the help of the blond girl. I was holding her entire weight up while she held on and the tip of my rod just penetrated her, making her let out a squeal of delight.

"Wait wait!" I objected. "This is all so fast. Are you ready yet?"

"We're always ready, whenever you are, Goshujin-sama" she said as she slowly lowered herself onto me.

"Goshu-? Are you Japanese?" I asked. I knew a few words of Japanese, and she had just called me her master.

"If you want me to be" she teased before letting out a moan that was half ecstasy and half pain. "You're so big!"

"We can do this on the ground if it’s easier for you."

"No! Please. I can do this. I want you to... ahhh... hold me" she said as her breathing was starting to get heavier.

I held up her weight while the other two girls fondled and kissed me in various places, and started to gently pump into her. She moaned and gasped with every motion, grabbing into my shoulders neck and back. I'd probably end up with a few scratches after this, but she was so tight, it was worth it.

As I picked up speed, the volume of her moans grew louder. "It feels... so good... Goshujin... sama... Please... I want more..." she said between breathes. She leaned back, putting even more of her weight directly down on me, causing me to go deeper inside. Pumping harder now, I could feel her tight hole react to my every thrust, grabbing tightly onto me as I slid in and out of her.

"You're so tight!" I exclaimed, afraid I wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"Oh God! I'm so close. Please sir... please give me a name!"

I shouted out the only name I could think of, based on an anime character of a young Japanese girl robot. "Tokiko! Your name is Tokiko."

Tokiko came as I gave her a name; her body convulsing uncontrollably in my arms. She was incredibly cute as she went completely limp in my arms. "I... I think I overheated... just a little" she said as she caught her breath. "Did you name me... Tokiko?" she asked.

I lifted her off of me and set her down on the floor, careful to make sure she had her balance before letting her stand so she wouldn't fall over. "Yes" I nodded.

"Tokiko..." she smiled as plopped to the ground, sitting with her legs stretched out to her sides. "I like it. My name is Tokiko."

"What about me?" the blonde asked standing up. "Do you have enough energy left for me?"

"Not in that position" I argued.

"Then how about this one" she asked as she embraced me in a kiss, pushing me back. I was unable to catch myself completely and ended up on the floor, with her on top.

"I don't know if I can go another round" I said. She gave me a disappointed look, but Faye leaned down and whispered something in her ear.

With a smile, the girl turned around, and straddled me with her butt in my face. I might as well make use of the gift before me, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me, liking her vagina. She grabbed me as well, stroking and sucking at me, but her moans of joy kept interrupting her attempt to pleasure me. This was a good thing, cause I might not have gone long otherwise.

She tasted rather salty, but it was pleasant, and her smell was strong and intoxicating. I concentrated on holding myself back while she worked on me while trying to get her closer to a climax. She would stop every few second and take in a deep erotic breath or moan and gasp. After a while, her orgasm was near. I watched as her pussy lips pulsated with pleasure, ever close to a full orgasm.

"Please, I can't take much more. I need you inside" she managed to say between gasps. Turning around again, she faced me and straddled me. This time, I found my way inside her and pushed up, penetrating her. She gasped louder than before as I pushed in all the way in one go. "Ooooh my god..."

She wasn't as tight as Tokiko, but she had a certain texture or something that felt unique, and teased me in its own way. She pounded herself harder against me, matching my movements, as the intensity of her gasps increased.

"Jayne! I'll name you Jayne. With a 'y'" I said.

"Jayne?" she asked. "Understood, my name is Jayne."

Jayne continued to ride me while Tokiko watched and Faye fondled the two of us. Finally, she jerked forward, her orgasm taking control of her body. I thrust more into her, raising the level of pleasure she felt, as she finally came. She didn't moan or scream, but just had one long intense gasp, holding her breath through most of it, until she finally took in some air followed by another long gasp.

She finally caught her breath and rolled off me.

"I never knew it would feel so good" she said laying on her back.

"Looks like we're done here" Faye said with a smile, getting up. "I'll go load up your latest-"

I grabbed Faye's hand and pulled her down to me.

"Not quite. It's your turn."

"But-" she protested. She didn't protest much though, as she was already wet and bothered by all the sex she was watching. It didn't take much for me to push her buttons.

This time, without saying a word, I took her with her butt in the air laying on her back. She moaned and squealed as she always does, as she tried to hold herself steady with my rough and fast motions.

She came almost instantly, unable to hold herself back. I was getting close myself, so I kept pumping away when 2 pairs of hands started fondling me unexpectedly and rubbing Faye as well. Both Tokiko and Jayne got into the action and started to massage and tease us, bringing me to the edge of my limit and prolonging Faye's climax, helping her achieve yet another one.

Of course I didn't last long with all that going on, and soon I came inside her, although the other two girls pulled me out just in time to get a splash on their hands.

"Aww, I wanted some" Tokiko complained.

I collapsed on top of Faye, truly exhausted now, and enjoyed the afterglow with her.

"You're still my favorite" I whispered to her. She smiled and gave me a kiss.

"I'll always be here for you, Vincent" she said.

The four of us eventually got up and cleaned ourselves off. The party was over, and everyone was happy. I knew this was not going to be all fun and games and sex, there was a lot of work to do, and I needed to get some images ready fast before my clients lost interest. With that in mind, I got dressed and formally introduced myself to the new girls. They were both very excited to be here, Jayne was clearly more reserved while Tokiko was practically bouncing all over. I knew they were going to be fun, but for now I needed to get them ready. I had no clothes for them to wear yet, since Faye's clothing was the wrong size, so instead I had them dress in their delivery suits as I showed them around the place. Faye followed, offering input whenever she thought of something they might like to know, like which outlets not to use, or whatnot. I made sure to grab Faye's delivery suit from the closet, which she hadn't worn since that day, and handed it to her with a wink. Once the tour was done, I led Faye, Jayne, and Tokiko to the basement where I set up the only lights I could get, into a makeshift studio, and got out my camera.

A week had gone by since Jayne and Tokiko first arrived, and things had been tough. I was slowly but surely building up a library of images to show clients, and had already submitted my work to several of them for review. I had a lot of nudes, (it didn't help that Tokiko and Jayne had no clothes at first), and there was the Delivery Girl series I shot of the 3 of them that first day. I took outdoor shots, indoor shots, location shots, anything and everything I could. I used a few models from the local college, with still only one male model, and the rest were the three girls. Meanwhile I continued to train Faye to edit my images, as well as Jayne and Tokiko. However, I figured I could also use help with an assistant photographer and a secretary. Faye ended up as my assistant, while Jayne took over secretary duties, and Tokiko continued to be my primary editor and album designer. We all had to wear many hats, each of us specializing in one thing but able to help anywhere we were needed. They weren't yet fully into their roles yet, as they were still learning the ropes, but they were fast learners. I had been nervous ever since I submitted the photos and was anxious to hear back.

Finally, I got the phone call. One of Lipi's biggest clients, who shot photographs of models for a catalogue, was calling me back. They were thrilled with the quality of my work. Although they could tell I was not as experienced as Lipi, they could see that I had a good eye for detail and composition, and wanted to sign me up. What surprised me the most were the compliments about my models.

"The blond girl, Jayne was it?" the high-pitched male voice asked. "She's simply gorgeous! I must have her in one of my photo-shoots. And that little Japanese girl, Tokiko, she'll be perfect for my Asian market demographic. But I'm most impressed by that sexy little red-head, what's her name?"

"Faye" I confirmed.

"Faye! Yes. She is the most stunning girl I've ever seen. I simply must have her in my next issue. Where did you find these darling beauties?" the flamboyant man on the other end of the line asked.

"Oh... they just... showed up at my door one day."

-The End-

The Delivery (Part 1)

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Gynoneko: /* The Delivery */

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== The Delivery ==
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''By Gynoneko''

My feet ran as fast as they could even through the large assembly hall. Crowds of people gathered in areas to ogle the latest and greatest in robotics and computing, and all of them felt like they were in my way.

"Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry!" I said as I forced my way through the crowds of businessmen, fanboys, press, and anyone else who stood between me and my goal. Most of these people here probably got tickets handed to them by their work places or some sort of press pass, but I was stuck paying full price for a convention I would normally never be able to attend. However, this time I decided I had to splurge and get in. Sure seeing the robots and computer graphics and awesome new technologies were great, and I'd spent endless hours already drooling over everything in the halls, but my real goal was to walk away with something. Unfortunately, I had nothing. No money, no tickets, only a pass into the hall and a phone in my pocket. I had already filled it with pictures of all the cool things I know my friends are jealous of already online. However, I had nothing with which to purchase any merchandise. Being broke sucks.

There was no chance I would ever be able to show off the cool new toy I bought to my friends, because I would never have anything new. That is until about 5 minutes prior to this. Someone had announced that there was a drawing at one of the booths. A contest! And the tickets were free! Well, the first ticket was free, but every additional ticket was $5, and that was the difference between eating today and starving. So I decided to starve.

There was only one problem with this… the drawing was starting in just 5 minutes, and it was clear on the other side of the convention hall! So of course, I gunned it!

"Sorry! Was that your foot? Excuse me!" I fought my way through to have a chance at winning something, anything. I had never won anything before in my life, and I was sure I would probably lose this time too, but I figured that if I didn't play, I'd never have a chance to win anyways.

"Excuse me sir" a young lady behind a booth said as I finally got free of the crowd and made it to the booth with a minute to spare. "You'll have to wait in line with everyone else if you'd like an autograph."

"I'm here… for the drawing…" I said keeled over and breathing deeply. "I'd like… 2 tickets please!"

"Oh!" the young lady said. She looked down at her watch and up at a large digital display on the other side of the table. "Just in time!" She took my $5 and pulled 2 tickets stubs of a reel of tickets and ripped them in half, handing me one half and dropping their counterparts in a large plastic bin.

I looked closely at the numbers on the stubs. 107944 and 107945. I was feeling lucky. I knew I would win something today!

A second later, a man came up and took the plastic bin full to the top with ticket stubs. There must have been over 1,000 tickets in there, and I had 2. By now a crowd was forming next to the line of people waiting to get a signature from some designer person. I wasn't sure who they were, what they designed, nor did I care at this exact moment. All my attention was focused on the little plastic bin and the man holding it.

He hooked the box into a large machine that sucked up all the ticket stubs and threw them in the air around in a chamber mixing up everyone's tickets. There must have been a lot of excitement building because the room got quiet.

Finally, the girl took the stage and reached inside the large container of little red flying pieces of paper. After a short struggle to grab one, she pulled a single ticket half out of the container. It glowed with radiance and awesomeness as she held it out to read the number. Well, maybe it was just my imagination.

"One Zero Seven," the girl started… so far so good. "Gee I can't read this" she said quietly before showing it to the man next to her. He whispered something to her and she continued. "Eight Eight Six".

Ah shit!

Another bust! The crowd let out a big simultaneous moan.

But nothing else.

No one screamed. No one yelled out Bingo. Nothing.

"Any takers?" the girl repeated over the microphone so everyone could here. "The rules clearly state you must be present to win a prize" she said.

"107886" the man yelled out over her. Still no one said anything, and murmurs of hope filled the crowd.

They gave the poor sap 5 whole minutes to collect his prize, but no one ever came. I feel sorry for the chap, but not that sorry. His loss, right?

"Alright, the next number is" the girl said as she reached in to grab another number. "One Zero Six…"

I was out already.

Someone yelled. Some prize got handed away. I didn't pay attention. Was there another prize? I looked around to see if there were any rules. Sure enough, there were 3 prizes. I still had a chance. Looked like they had just given away the smallest prize, and were saving the grand prize, for last. Of course I didn't know what the grand prize was; it was described on the rule board as a bunch of question marks.

"One Zero One" the girl yelled out. Again I turned off my brain except to see if anyone took the prize. This time a girl squealed and jumped on stage with more excitement then I'm sure whatever the prize was deserved.

Finally it was down to the final prize. The Grand Prize. Numero Uno. The Big-

"One Zero Seven" the girl yelled. I almost missed it. "Nine Four Six." WHAT! One number away?! Nine four six?!
NINE FOUR SIX?!

"I'm sorry" the girl said after the man whispered something in her ear. "Nine Four Five. The 5 looks like a six" she commented just loud enough for me and a dozen others to hear. Wait, what did she say?

"One Zero Seven Nine Four Five" she repeated. Bingo!

"BINGO! I mean YES!" I yelled as I held up my ticket stub. "That's me! I mean, that's my ticket! I mean, I WON!"

The crowd booed. I deserved it.

I ran up to the stage next to the booth and waited for my prize.

"What do I get?" I asked the girl who read my number.

"I don't know sweetie" she said in an overly cute but somehow annoyed way. "You'll just have to wait and see" she said as she handed me a pen and paper.

"What?"

"Just fill out this form, and your grand prize will be delivered to you within 2 to 4 weeks."

Weeks?

Oh well, better than nothing.

I filled out the form as carefully as I could; making extra certain my 5s didn't look like 6s. The girl took my form and handed me another paper with contact information on it, in case there was a problem I guess.

By now the crowd had dispersed, and I was free to go about my way. Whatever way that was. I felt somehow jipped, but reminded myself that I was the big winner. The big dog. The golden ticket holder. The big cheese. The top-

"Dog gone it" someone said behind me at the booth. "I missed the big robot giveaway!” His southern accent reminded me of old redneck jokes.

"Don't be. Some schmuck won the robot" someone else told him as they walked past.

I was that schmuck and I grinned. Wait, a robot? Really? A robot? I looked back at the booth and looked more carefully at the sign. "Custom Androids and Gynoids." The sign read. "Pygmalion Industries.” Never heard of them.

I studied the business card the girl handed me for a week. They hadn't told me anything about what I was getting, or when. I mean, 2 to 4 weeks? That's like saying sometimes in the next month we might get around to giving you something. By now I had already waited for at least 2 weeks, maybe longer. I needed to calm down and stop thinking about the stupid contest already. I had work to do.

I swiveled around in my office chair and faced my computer again. Editing images of supermodels sure sounds like a fun, even erotic job, but let me tell you, it isn't. You wouldn't believe how fake these girls are. I mean, sometimes I have to erase their underwear through lace panties… you try to make that look good! It's hard, and annoying. I mean, sure when I'm done they look fantastic, but if anyone ever saw the before and after, I'm sure someone would make a deal about how I turn perfectly normal beautiful girls into objects of desire with unachievable beauty. But hey, that's my job, and I'm good at it. I turn the beautiful into goddesses, and the ugly into… something less ugly. It can be pretty boring though. Erasing moles, hiding scars, giving digital tummy tucks, and worse. I swear some girls have no business in the modeling profession.

I had been hard at work on a series of images for a particularly scandalous photo shoot (It's rare that I have to cover the girls who are often too shy to take it all off, but this girl must have believed she was posing for playboy), when I got called into my boss's office. This can never be good.

"Vincent, you've been doing some great work, Great work" my boss, a hairy balding man, said. Sure he's hairy and balding; his hair just isn't on his head. "But you know I can't pay you overtime this week. You've been working so hard on these images; I think you need a little break."

Overtime? A break? Was he firing me?

"Um sir? What do you mean a break?"

"Well, I have a special client who wants me to accompany their photo shoot in Hawaii this week."

Oh… a special client. I get it. Pervert. I was going to put my job aside so he could go frolic with the big wigs in paradise at my expense. Great.

"So you want me to go to Hawaii with you?" I asked jokingly.

"Go to- HA!" he laughed a great big belly laugh for until the joke became more awkward than I intended it to be. "No. I just need to make some temporary budget cuts while I'm away." Here it comes… "And this job you’re working on is not high on my list, so I'd like you to take the rest of the week off."

Unpaid of course. Ah the glories of working hourly for a cheap perverted-

"Unpaid of course." He had to rub it in.

"Of course" I moaned.

"I knew you'd understand. You can take off the rest of the day and I'll see you here bright and early on Monday."

"It IS Monday" I said more than visibly annoyed.

Again, another belly laugh like my comment was mean as a joke worth laughing at. Ha ha. I get to live another week with no pay. Hilarious. I never should have gone to that stupid convention.

As I saved my files and packed up my gear to head home, I realized that I wasn't that bad off this week. Sure I needed the money… badly… but I was already stocked up on food, had a new video game to try out, and my parents, god bless them, just visited and left me another $100 bill to hold me over till they visited again. I would survive somehow.

I drove home, coming to a realization that it was about time I started looking for a new job. One that paid me for the work I did and didn't take all the credit I deserved. Salary would be nice but let's not try my luck.

It took me half the time to get home than it usually took, thanks to driving back in the middle of the day instead of rush hour. It was just about time for a late lunch in fact as I pulled into the driveway of my small but stylish house. Well, as stylish as a bachelor pad can be. Minus the suave look and feel of a playboy. Ok… stylish is pushing it. But it looked nice and I kept it clean. If there was anything I learned from my mother, it was that cleanliness is next to godliness, and breaking your leg while cleaning can get you a lot closer to God a lot faster. No really.

I was surprised as I pulled into my badly-in-need-of-a-refinishing driveway to see a large delivery truck in front of my house.

Instantly my mind raced back to the contest! 2 weeks! What good timing. I could spend the rest of the week playing with whatever new gadget I won. I hope it was worth it.

I walked up to the front door, the only real way into my house, and saw a young lady in a red and white delivery-guy style jacket and pants. She wore a matching baseball cap with the logo for some delivery company called PDS on it.

"Oh! Hi! Do you live here?" the girl asked. She had apparently been waiting for someone to answer the door. Good timing on my part.

"Sure do!" I said with a smile. Maybe today wouldn't totally suck after all. "You're lucky I came home early. Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."

"Not really. Are you Vincent Foster?" she asked all friendly-like. The baseball cap perfectly hid the majority of her face since she wore it so low and never looked up from her tablet. It didn't help that she was about a foot shorter than me too.

"Sure am" I said as I fumbled with my keys to open the door as the girl stood behind.

"Great! Then I have a package delivery for you!"

I opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open for the girl behind me to drop off my package. It had to be the grand prize; I just knew it had to be.

"Awesome" I said as I put my keys and brief case down nearby.

"I'll just need you to sign here please" she said handing me a tablet pc, one of those fancy full screen ones too, and a stylus to sign my name with.

I took the tablet and realized there was a lot more fine-print than I normally would see with a package delivery.

"Alright, just put the package over there" I gestured as I tried to read the fine print. It was really technical boring stuff, and I gave up after about 10 seconds of trying and scrolled to the bottom of the screen to sign. I signed the tablet and hit "Accept" at the bottom, and handed the tablet back to the girl. She had moved since I looked down at the tablet and was now standing in the middle of the room. But…

"Where's the package?" I asked as she took the tablet. I heard a truck engine start up behind me, and then take off.

"You're looking at it" she said.

"What?"

The girl took off the cap and tossed it aside, revealing a stylish and short haircut of bright red hair. With the same motion, she unzipped her jacket and let it hang open to reveal she was not wearing anything underneath. She struck a sexy pose like I see models make every day, except she was the real deal.

"You're looking at it. I AM the package, Vincent."

"WHAT?" I said a little more shocked.

"Didn't they tell you?" she asked with a coy expression, one finger to her mouth. I just shook my head as though all capacity for speech had left me. It must have been the blood rushing south. "You won the grand prize at the Pygmalion Industries booth at the Technology and Robotics Convention." I gave her a blank stare. "You know… your own top-of-the-line personal gynoid, with all the bells and…" she allowed the jacket to slide down her shoulders, revealing her lightly tanned and toned torso, "… whistles."

I wasn't sure when I blacked out, before or after I hit the ground. Either way my head hurt like a-

"Are you okay?" a girl's voice rang out.

"What happened? I asked. I opened my eyes to see the cute delivery girl hovering over me in a panic. Oh yeah, the package. I looked lower and realized she was still completely topless. Oh yeah… the package.

"You fainted! Do you need any water? Medicine? Are you alright?" she asked again with urgency in her voice.

"Wh- wh- why are you naked?" I finally asked, trying to avert my eyes.

"I'm not naked" she answered. "I still have my pants on." I couldn't tell if she was being serious, cute, or making a joke.

"That's not what I meant!"

"I was programmed to try to seduce you when we first met by removing my clothes, assuming you were alone" she replied. "Are you sure you're ok? Let me get you some water."

She got up and looked around; I assume looking for the kitchen. A moment later, I was left staring up at the ceiling alone. My head hurt a little; I hadn't fainted like that before. I suppose it was like trying to stand up quickly after having sat down for too long, except all I could see when I closed my eyes was a pair of beautiful breasts.

I tried to sit up, and realized she had rolled up her jacket and placed it under my head. I must have been out for a minute or so before I woke up. I suppose seeing a naked girl like that so unexpectedly can do that to a man. Right?

The girl ran back into the room holding a glass of water. I couldn't help but stare at her. At least this time if I fainted I was already on the ground.

"Here, drink this" she said as she handed me the glass. "Slowly."

I sipped at the water, glancing at her body. It wasn't just her breasts that impressed me, it was her entire form. She was lightly tanned, with a slim but clearly athletic build. Her body was well-toned, like she worked out, except still petite and feminine. Her breasts were perfect, not too large, and not small at all, with pink perky nipples. She even had tan lines revealing her lovely pale skin (only a few shades lighter than the rest of her body) and her penchant for bikinis. I couldn't help but stare.

I finally managed to look higher up and study her face as I sipped at the cold water. She was more adorable than I thought. Her large blue eyes were piercing and deep. Her face had an angular look that was still soft and feminine but with a little tough-gal mixed in. She had a nose that belonged on a statue of Aphrodite, and lips to match. Her hair was short, but not quite as short as a boy's, and was sexy and girlish. It was a lovely dark red that I thought couldn't possibly exist in nature. She held an expression of concern on her face that showed real emotion and empathy.

It took me a minute to realize I was looking at a girl who was claiming to be a robot! That was impossible. This had to be a joke. Someone must have been playing a prank on me. Robots that look this human are still decades away, right?

I finished my glass of cold water and was glad to see it helped with my headache. I was feeling much better, but I was still uncomfortable with a topless girl I didn't know this close to me. I had never gone to strip shows before, and even though I worked on images of beautiful often nearly naked (and occasionally all naked) ladies, they just didn't compare to this!

"I'm sorry, could you put something on?" I finally said.

"Do I displease you?" she asked, covering herself up in an incredibly cute fashion. "Am I ugly?"

"No no! It's not that. I just- I'm not used to talking to a naked girl."

"Oh!" she said. I handed her the jacket she was using to proper up my head and she unrolled it and put it back on.

"Thanks" I said.

"Sorry. I was hoping you'd like me" she said as she zipped up the front half way, "breasts and all."

"I do, I mean, I will. I mean. Who are you?"

"Oh right!" she said getting to her feet. She helped me stand up before continuing. "I'm the current top-of-the-line model GSX-5770. Pygmalion's ultimate female companion bot."

"Companion bot?" I asked.

"You got it. I'm designed and programmed to fulfill all your needs. I have an active AI learning system, so I learn on the go too! I'm sure our time together will be a lot of fun!"

"Fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can do anything you want! Both in and out of the bedroom" she added with a wink.

"Bedroom?" I asked. They gave me a sexbot!

"Of course! You didn't think I'd have a hot bod like this for nothing did you?" She winked at me and I had to wonder how any robot could have a 'hot bod' like that. Or any human for that matter.

"I don't believe you. This is some sort of joke! Ok. Where's the camera? You guys got me" I said looking around to see if there was a hidden camera or something.

"Camera? What are you- oh. No, this isn't a prank! I swear!" she said. I couldn't help but noticed how cute she was acting; always swaying her hips, jumping around in little motions, striking a pose for fun…

"Prove it" I said. "Show me that you're a robot!"

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to faint again." She had a concerned look on her face again, and I swore it was too real to be faked.

"I'll be fine, you just caught me by surprise last time" I said. On second thought… "Let me just… sit down first" I said taking a seat on my nearby couch.

"Ok, if you insist" she said with a seductive voice.

The girl walked up to me, and started to dance erotically. First, she danced around a little striking sexy poses and playing with her top. It didn't take long for her to start slowly unzipping her jacked again, and reveal her perky breasts. She continued to tease and dance while the jacket hung loosely from her shoulders, giving me glimpses of her fabulous body as she moved. As the jacket fell from her shoulders and hit the ground, she paused and looked at me. I didn't faint this time, so she smiled and continued.

I shifted in my seat as she started to play with herself, grabbing at her crotch and squeezing her breasts. I felt my face get red and started to get light-headed as she danced closer and closer to me. She bent over and stuck her round ass toward me, gyrating it as she danced to music in her own head.

"Wha-" I cleared my throat. "What does this have to do with-" I started to ask.

"You'll see" she cooed playfully. "Just sit back and enjoy the show."

Slowly but surely, her pants came undone and she started to pick up the pace of the sexy dance. Little beads of sweat started to form on her skin, glistening in the light as she entertained me. I knew this had to be a prank. No robot cold sweat! She slid her hands down her sides, and her fingers disappeared under her waistband. Slowly the pants came down. She had on no panties, and I could now see she was perfectly shaved as well. However, that's where she stopped.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed "Are you ready?"

I nodded, expecting her tight pants to hit the ground.
Instead, she stood before me with her pants still barely clinging on, and stayed perfectly still.

A whirring noise came from within her, and invisible seams stretching down from her neck to her groin suddenly appeared. With the hiss of air, her entire torso opened up, her skin retracting in panels, to reveal her true mechanical nature. She really was a robot. And an amazing one!

I had never seen a robot this complex before. Inside her body were thousands of optical wires, tubes and bladders of various sorts, plastic bits, artificial muscles, miniature screens with readouts, gauges, dials, buttons, and things I had no idea how to describe. She continued to breathe deeply from her dance, and I could see her artificial lungs contract and expand as she did.

I stared for several minutes, trying to get an idea of everything going on, trying to wrap my head around this. She was amazing. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I stared into the torso of what looked like a living girl. She wasn't a big girl either. Her body was svelte and toned, and she looked like she could run a marathon, but she was still slim. Seeing all those mechanical parts inside such a tight body astounded me. Not an inch of space was wasted except to allow motion and flexibility.

"This is... really embarrassing" she said with a nervous laugh standing there before me.

"Uh-huh" my mind was still not quite over this hurdle of understanding.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked.

Something in me snapped me back to awareness, and I looked up at her face. She was blushing and clenched her eyes closed as I was studying her. "Y- Yes. Yes, I believe you are a robot. How can I not?"

"Can I close up now?" she asked.

"Of course" I said with a wave of my hand like it was nothing. She relaxed and let out an anxious sigh. I watched carefully as the panels of skin and muscle slid back into place, slowly forming a tight seal, and recessing back into her body until there was no evidence of her robotic nature left.

"Wow" I exclaimed as I watched.

The girl giggled and put on a coy expression, one hand to her mouth while her arms squeezed her breasts together a little. "Thanks" she said.

"Can I see that again?" I asked. "Ah- A little later?"

The red-headed gynoid blushed again and looked down at me with sultry eyes. "Sure, whenever you want. You're... ah... still hard down there."

So I was. Seeing the robotic nature of this girl didn't turn me off at all, in fact, I think it made me even more excited. I crossed my legs and shifted in my seat.

"Do you want me to continue from where I left off?" she asked, leaning in close to me.

"You mean-?"

"Uh-huh" she nodded. I gulped as she closed the distance between our faces. She kissed me long and hard, and I loved it! Her tongue danced playfully against mine, and her warm breath filled my nose with a sweet smell.

I was about ready to explode.

"I'll take that as a yes" she said seductively as she stood up close to me. Her pants slid off her hips, with a little work, and revealed her full natural yet artificial body. Sure enough she was clean shaven down there, and another faint tan line showed she liked skimpy bikini bottoms. I couldn't help but wonder how a robot could have tan lines.

She started up her dance again, sliding her feet out of her pant legs one at a time, always keeping a sexy pose. I was amazed at how well-balanced she was. She danced slowly while she turned around, giving me a full view of her erotic body. I had seen pictures of beautiful girls, hell I made half of them out there, and I knew that the girls you see were never as flawless as they appear. Imperfections, body fat, scars, tattoos, every girl had something she wanted to hide, or at least the magazine people wanted me to hide for them. But this robot girl before me was perfect. Her skin was flawless, her complexion was superb, and her body was the ideal feminine form. There was nothing about this girl that wasn't perfect, inside and out.

She turned her back to me and I caught a glimpse of her womanhood before she sat down on my lap and rubbed herself against me. This really was a lap dance. I could feel her warmth and wetness through my clothes, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

"You know, Vincent, this isn't a lap dance" she whispered into my ear as she leaned into me. I stared down her body at her perfect breasts as she put one hand behind my head.

"What do you mean?"

"Touching IS allowed."

With that, I no longer held back. I held her body in my hands, caressing her skin, feeling her warmth, fondling her breasts. She felt all too real; this had to be a dream!

"Oh! Vincent! Ahh" she let out moans and gasps as I caressed her. I gently pushed her onto the couch next to me so she was on her hand and knees, and grabbed her butt. "Vincent!" she cried before I dove in to lick her impeccable pussy.

She was surprisingly sweet, and very responsive to my touch. Her moans of ecstasy filled the room as she climbed higher and higher toward her climax. Suddenly I stopped when something occurred to me.

"Why- why did you stop?" she asked out of breath.

"I can't do this" I said. "Not without knowing your name."

"My name?" she panted. "I don't have a name."

"No name?!" She shook her head at my question, looking back over her shoulder while still on all fours. She wiggled her butt at me to continue. "Then I'll have to give you one" I said as I rubbed at her clitoris.

"AH! Yes!" she moaned.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Quickly I unzipped my pants, and aligned myself behind her.

"Oh my!" she said as she caught a glimpse of my erect shaft. Her soft warm folds were already soaked, and I had no trouble entering her, despite how tight it felt. "Ooohh!!" she moaned as we became one.

"What name should I give you?" I asked as I thrust into her.

"Anything you want! Just please don't stop" she gasped as I began to move inside her.

I thought about what name would suit her best while pumping away at the sexy redhead, her moans of joy and pleasure filling the house. She grabbed onto the side of my couch as I increased the speed and force, making my couch creak.

"How about Faye?" I said between breaths.

"F- Faye? Ah!" she repeated, sort of.

"Yeah... it's pretty, like you." Not to mention my favorite model was named Faye.

She laughed a little, but it was instantly overtaken with sounds of lust again. "Faye! Alright... My name... is Faye!" She said before arching her back. She gasped as her body started to shake uncontrollably. "Sensory overload! Ah!" She continued to shake from her orgasm, until she finally lost her strength and collapsed on the couch.

"Did you cum?" I asked taking a break.

She lay there, still connected to me, and nodded as she caught her breath. "Yeah."

"Then it's my turn" I said and I lifted her up and flipped her over. She was lighter than I would have expected a human-sized robot to be, and lifting her up wasn't an issue. She squealed with delight as I repositioned myself for a frontal assault.

Again she responded well, and again she felt and looked amazing! I couldn't help but take off my shirt thanks to all the sweat from our spontaneous lovemaking.

She came yet again as I approached my climax, her hands grabbing at my back and her hips humping uncontrollably. I never yielded though and she continued to climax, one after another, as I finally reached my own. With a final thrust, I burst inside her as she came down from her own high.

We lay together on the couch, our warm sweaty bodies entwined, for who knows how long. She felt amazing, and I knew that my life would never be the same now. I looked up in her eyes with awe, and she looked down at me with joy.

"I've never had sex like that" I said when we finally relaxed. "The closest thing I've ever had was over 10 years ago."

"I've never had sex at all" she said. I looked up at her and realized she was making a joke. "Well, not in real life, only in simulations."

"You were amazing. You ARE amazing!" I sat up on the couch, collecting myself.

"Thank you" she giggled. "You felt pretty good yourself."

"Faye?" I asked.

"Mm?" she answered as she started to sit up.

"Do you like me?" I asked.

"To be honest, I only just met you, Vincent. But so far so good" she winked. "I hope you will like me too" she added.

"What isn't there to like? I've never met a robot like you before."

"Is that a good thing?"

"A very good thing" I answered getting up from the couch and holding my hand out to her.

She took my hand and stood up before leaning into me and giving me a kiss. "And I'm all yours."

"How long will you stay with me?" I asked. I had a bad habit of asking stupid questions, especially to girls. My last girlfriend left me after only 3 months together, and I didn't take it too well.

She gave me a sly grin and struck the cutest pose. "As long as you'll have me, Vincent."

I was glad to hear that, and gave her a smile. We gathered up our clothes and I led Faye on a brief tour of my house, ending in the bedroom. It wasn’t a big place, but it was all mine. Well... ours now I suppose. Good thing I kept the Queen Size bed from my last girlfriend.

"I can't wait to learn more about your life" Faye said all excited. We were still not dressed, and in all honesty she only had the one thing to wear. I wasn't in the habit of keeping woman's clothing around.

"Well, it's going to be different now with you in it" I said, returning a wink to her. "I want to learn everything I can about you too. How do you work, what can you do?"

"All in good time" Faye said. "We need to pace ourselves." I got the distinct impression she wasn't just talking about getting to know each other.

"I do have one question though."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Why the delivery girl routine? I mean, what was that all about?"

She smiled coyly. "Besides the surprising reveal and amazing sex afterwards? It saves on the budget. No packaging or shipping costs when your deliverer is the package."

"And the driver?"

"Just another package waiting to be delivered" she said with a wink.

''The End''

The Delivery (Part 1)

2013-08-19T17:16:05Z

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''By Gynoneko''

My feet ran as fast as they could even through the large assembly hall. Crowds of people gathered in areas to ogle the latest and greatest in robotics and computing, and all of them felt like they were in my way.
"Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry!" I said as I forced my way through the crowds of businessmen, fanboys, press, and anyone else who stood between me and my goal. Most of these people here probably got tickets handed to them by their work places or some sort of press pass, but I was stuck paying full price for a convention I would normally never be able to attend. However, this time I decided I had to splurge and get in. Sure seeing the robots and computer graphics and awesome new technologies were great, and I'd spent endless hours already drooling over everything in the halls, but my real goal was to walk away with something. Unfortunately, I had nothing. No money, no tickets, only a pass into the hall and a phone in my pocket. I had already filled it with pictures of all the cool things I know my friends are jealous of already online. However, I had nothing with which to purchase any merchandise. Being broke sucks.
There was no chance I would ever be able to show off the cool new toy I bought to my friends, because I would never have anything new. That is until about 5 minutes prior to this. Someone had announced that there was a drawing at one of the booths. A contest! And the tickets were free! Well, the first ticket was free, but every additional ticket was $5, and that was the difference between eating today and starving. So I decided to starve.
There was only one problem with this… the drawing was starting in just 5 minutes, and it was clear on the other side of the convention hall! So of course, I gunned it!
"Sorry! Was that your foot? Excuse me!" I fought my way through to have a chance at winning something, anything. I had never won anything before in my life, and I was sure I would probably lose this time too, but I figured that if I didn't play, I'd never have a chance to win anyways.
"Excuse me sir" a young lady behind a booth said as I finally got free of the crowd and made it to the booth with a minute to spare. "You'll have to wait in line with everyone else if you'd like an autograph."
"I'm here… for the drawing…" I said keeled over and breathing deeply. "I'd like… 2 tickets please!"
"Oh!" the young lady said. She looked down at her watch and up at a large digital display on the other side of the table. "Just in time!" She took my $5 and pulled 2 tickets stubs of a reel of tickets and ripped them in half, handing me one half and dropping their counterparts in a large plastic bin.
I looked closely at the numbers on the stubs. 107944 and 107945. I was feeling lucky. I knew I would win something today!
A second later, a man came up and took the plastic bin full to the top with ticket stubs. There must have been over 1,000 tickets in there, and I had 2. By now a crowd was forming next to the line of people waiting to get a signature from some designer person. I wasn't sure who they were, what they designed, nor did I care at this exact moment. All my attention was focused on the little plastic bin and the man holding it.
He hooked the box into a large machine that sucked up all the ticket stubs and threw them in the air around in a chamber mixing up everyone's tickets. There must have been a lot of excitement building because the room got quiet.
Finally, the girl took the stage and reached inside the large container of little red flying pieces of paper. After a short struggle to grab one, she pulled a single ticket half out of the container. It glowed with radiance and awesomeness as she held it out to read the number. Well, maybe it was just my imagination.
"One Zero Seven," the girl started… so far so good. "Gee I can't read this" she said quietly before showing it to the man next to her. He whispered something to her and she continued. "Eight Eight Six".
Ah shit!
Another bust! The crowd let out a big simultaneous moan.
But nothing else.
No one screamed. No one yelled out Bingo. Nothing.
"Any takers?" the girl repeated over the microphone so everyone could here. "The rules clearly state you must be present to win a prize" she said.
"107886" the man yelled out over her. Still no one said anything, and murmurs of hope filled the crowd.
They gave the poor sap 5 whole minutes to collect his prize, but no one ever came. I feel sorry for the chap, but not that sorry. His loss, right?
"Alright, the next number is" the girl said as she reached in to grab another number. "One Zero Six…"
I was out already.
Someone yelled. Some prize got handed away. I didn't pay attention. Was there another prize? I looked around to see if there were any rules. Sure enough, there were 3 prizes. I still had a chance. Looked like they had just given away the smallest prize, and were saving the grand prize, for last. Of course I didn't know what the grand prize was; it was described on the rule board as a bunch of question marks.
"One Zero One" the girl yelled out. Again I turned off my brain except to see if anyone took the prize. This time a girl squealed and jumped on stage with more excitement then I'm sure whatever the prize was deserved.
Finally it was down to the final prize. The Grand Prize. Numero Uno. The Big-
"One Zero Seven" the girl yelled. I almost missed it. "Nine Four Six." WHAT! One number away?! Nine four six?!
NINE FOUR SIX?!
"I'm sorry" the girl said after the man whispered something in her ear. "Nine Four Five. The 5 looks like a six" she commented just loud enough for me and a dozen others to hear. Wait, what did she say?
"One Zero Seven Nine Four Five" she repeated. Bingo!
"BINGO! I mean YES!" I yelled as I held up my ticket stub. "That's me! I mean, that's my ticket! I mean, I WON!"
The crowd booed. I deserved it.
I ran up to the stage next to the booth and waited for my prize.
"What do I get?" I asked the girl who read my number.
"I don't know sweetie" she said in an overly cute but somehow annoyed way. "You'll just have to wait and see" she said as she handed me a pen and paper.
"What?"
"Just fill out this form, and your grand prize will be delivered to you within 2 to 4 weeks."
Weeks?
Oh well, better than nothing.
I filled out the form as carefully as I could; making extra certain my 5s didn't look like 6s. The girl took my form and handed me another paper with contact information on it, in case there was a problem I guess.
By now the crowd had dispersed, and I was free to go about my way. Whatever way that was. I felt somehow jipped, but reminded myself that I was the big winner. The big dog. The golden ticket holder. The big cheese. The top-
"Dog gone it" someone said behind me at the booth. "I missed the big robot giveaway!” His southern accent reminded me of old redneck jokes.
"Don't be. Some schmuck won the robot" someone else told him as they walked past.
I was that schmuck and I grinned. Wait, a robot? Really? A robot? I looked back at the booth and looked more carefully at the sign. "Custom Androids and Gynoids." The sign read. "Pygmalion Industries.” Never heard of them.

I studied the business card the girl handed me for a week. They hadn't told me anything about what I was getting, or when. I mean, 2 to 4 weeks? That's like saying sometimes in the next month we might get around to giving you something. By now I had already waited for at least 2 weeks, maybe longer. I needed to calm down and stop thinking about the stupid contest already. I had work to do.
I swiveled around in my office chair and faced my computer again. Editing images of supermodels sure sounds like a fun, even erotic job, but let me tell you, it isn't. You wouldn't believe how fake these girls are. I mean, sometimes I have to erase their underwear through lace panties… you try to make that look good! It's hard, and annoying. I mean, sure when I'm done they look fantastic, but if anyone ever saw the before and after, I'm sure someone would make a deal about how I turn perfectly normal beautiful girls into objects of desire with unachievable beauty. But hey, that's my job, and I'm good at it. I turn the beautiful into goddesses, and the ugly into… something less ugly. It can be pretty boring though. Erasing moles, hiding scars, giving digital tummy tucks, and worse. I swear some girls have no business in the modeling profession.
I had been hard at work on a series of images for a particularly scandalous photo shoot (It's rare that I have to cover the girls who are often too shy to take it all off, but this girl must have believed she was posing for playboy), when I got called into my boss's office. This can never be good.
"Vincent, you've been doing some great work, Great work" my boss, a hairy balding man, said. Sure he's hairy and balding; his hair just isn't on his head. "But you know I can't pay you overtime this week. You've been working so hard on these images; I think you need a little break."
Overtime? A break? Was he firing me?
"Um sir? What do you mean a break?"
"Well, I have a special client who wants me to accompany their photo shoot in Hawaii this week."
Oh… a special client. I get it. Pervert. I was going to put my job aside so he could go frolic with the big wigs in paradise at my expense. Great.
"So you want me to go to Hawaii with you?" I asked jokingly.
"Go to- HA!" he laughed a great big belly laugh for until the joke became more awkward than I intended it to be. "No. I just need to make some temporary budget cuts while I'm away." Here it comes… "And this job you’re working on is not high on my list, so I'd like you to take the rest of the week off."
Unpaid of course. Ah the glories of working hourly for a cheap perverted-
"Unpaid of course." He had to rub it in.
"Of course" I moaned.
"I knew you'd understand. You can take off the rest of the day and I'll see you here bright and early on Monday."
"It IS Monday" I said more than visibly annoyed.
Again, another belly laugh like my comment was mean as a joke worth laughing at. Ha ha. I get to live another week with no pay. Hilarious. I never should have gone to that stupid convention.

As I saved my files and packed up my gear to head home, I realized that I wasn't that bad off this week. Sure I needed the money… badly… but I was already stocked up on food, had a new video game to try out, and my parents, god bless them, just visited and left me another $100 bill to hold me over till they visited again. I would survive somehow.
I drove home, coming to a realization that it was about time I started looking for a new job. One that paid me for the work I did and didn't take all the credit I deserved. Salary would be nice but let's not try my luck.
It took me half the time to get home than it usually took, thanks to driving back in the middle of the day instead of rush hour. It was just about time for a late lunch in fact as I pulled into the driveway of my small but stylish house. Well, as stylish as a bachelor pad can be. Minus the suave look and feel of a playboy. Ok… stylish is pushing it. But it looked nice and I kept it clean. If there was anything I learned from my mother, it was that cleanliness is next to godliness, and breaking your leg while cleaning can get you a lot closer to God a lot faster. No really.
I was surprised as I pulled into my badly-in-need-of-a-refinishing driveway to see a large delivery truck in front of my house.
Instantly my mind raced back to the contest! 2 weeks! What good timing. I could spend the rest of the week playing with whatever new gadget I won. I hope it was worth it.
I walked up to the front door, the only real way into my house, and saw a young lady in a red and white delivery-guy style jacket and pants. She wore a matching baseball cap with the logo for some delivery company called PDS on it.
"Oh! Hi! Do you live here?" the girl asked. She had apparently been waiting for someone to answer the door. Good timing on my part.
"Sure do!" I said with a smile. Maybe today wouldn't totally suck after all. "You're lucky I came home early. Hope I haven't kept you waiting too long."
"Not really. Are you Vincent Foster?" she asked all friendly-like. The baseball cap perfectly hid the majority of her face since she wore it so low and never looked up from her tablet. It didn't help that she was about a foot shorter than me too.
"Sure am" I said as I fumbled with my keys to open the door as the girl stood behind.
"Great! Then I have a package delivery for you!"
I opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open for the girl behind me to drop off my package. It had to be the grand prize; I just knew it had to be.
"Awesome" I said as I put my keys and brief case down nearby.
"I'll just need you to sign here please" she said handing me a tablet pc, one of those fancy full screen ones too, and a stylus to sign my name with.
I took the tablet and realized there was a lot more fine-print than I normally would see with a package delivery.
"Alright, just put the package over there" I gestured as I tried to read the fine print. It was really technical boring stuff, and I gave up after about 10 seconds of trying and scrolled to the bottom of the screen to sign. I signed the tablet and hit "Accept" at the bottom, and handed the tablet back to the girl. She had moved since I looked down at the tablet and was now standing in the middle of the room. But…
"Where's the package?" I asked as she took the tablet. I heard a truck engine start up behind me, and then take off.
"You're looking at it" she said.
"What?"
The girl took off the cap and tossed it aside, revealing a stylish and short haircut of bright red hair. With the same motion, she unzipped her jacket and let it hang open to reveal she was not wearing anything underneath. She struck a sexy pose like I see models make every day, except she was the real deal.
"You're looking at it. I AM the package, Vincent."
"WHAT?" I said a little more shocked.
"Didn't they tell you?" she asked with a coy expression, one finger to her mouth. I just shook my head as though all capacity for speech had left me. It must have been the blood rushing south. "You won the grand prize at the Pygmalion Industries booth at the Technology and Robotics Convention." I gave her a blank stare. "You know… your own top-of-the-line personal gynoid, with all the bells and…" she allowed the jacket to slide down her shoulders, revealing her lightly tanned and toned torso, "… whistles."

I wasn't sure when I blacked out, before or after I hit the ground. Either way my head hurt like a-
"Are you okay?" a girl's voice rang out.
"What happened? I asked. I opened my eyes to see the cute delivery girl hovering over me in a panic. Oh yeah, the package. I looked lower and realized she was still completely topless. Oh yeah… the package.
"You fainted! Do you need any water? Medicine? Are you alright?" she asked again with urgency in her voice.
"Wh- wh- why are you naked?" I finally asked, trying to avert my eyes.
"I'm not naked" she answered. "I still have my pants on." I couldn't tell if she was being serious, cute, or making a joke.
"That's not what I meant!"
"I was programmed to try to seduce you when we first met by removing my clothes, assuming you were alone" she replied. "Are you sure you're ok? Let me get you some water."
She got up and looked around; I assume looking for the kitchen. A moment later, I was left staring up at the ceiling alone. My head hurt a little; I hadn't fainted like that before. I suppose it was like trying to stand up quickly after having sat down for too long, except all I could see when I closed my eyes was a pair of beautiful breasts.
I tried to sit up, and realized she had rolled up her jacket and placed it under my head. I must have been out for a minute or so before I woke up. I suppose seeing a naked girl like that so unexpectedly can do that to a man. Right?
The girl ran back into the room holding a glass of water. I couldn't help but stare at her. At least this time if I fainted I was already on the ground.
"Here, drink this" she said as she handed me the glass. "Slowly."
I sipped at the water, glancing at her body. It wasn't just her breasts that impressed me, it was her entire form. She was lightly tanned, with a slim but clearly athletic build. Her body was well-toned, like she worked out, except still petite and feminine. Her breasts were perfect, not too large, and not small at all, with pink perky nipples. She even had tan lines revealing her lovely pale skin (only a few shades lighter than the rest of her body) and her penchant for bikinis. I couldn't help but stare.
I finally managed to look higher up and study her face as I sipped at the cold water. She was more adorable than I thought. Her large blue eyes were piercing and deep. Her face had an angular look that was still soft and feminine but with a little tough-gal mixed in. She had a nose that belonged on a statue of Aphrodite, and lips to match. Her hair was short, but not quite as short as a boy's, and was sexy and girlish. It was a lovely dark red that I thought couldn't possibly exist in nature. She held an expression of concern on her face that showed real emotion and empathy.
It took me a minute to realize I was looking at a girl who was claiming to be a robot! That was impossible. This had to be a joke. Someone must have been playing a prank on me. Robots that look this human are still decades away, right?
I finished my glass of cold water and was glad to see it helped with my headache. I was feeling much better, but I was still uncomfortable with a topless girl I didn't know this close to me. I had never gone to strip shows before, and even though I worked on images of beautiful often nearly naked (and occasionally all naked) ladies, they just didn't compare to this!
"I'm sorry, could you put something on?" I finally said.
"Do I displease you?" she asked, covering herself up in an incredibly cute fashion. "Am I ugly?"
"No no! It's not that. I just- I'm not used to talking to a naked girl."
"Oh!" she said. I handed her the jacket she was using to proper up my head and she unrolled it and put it back on.
"Thanks" I said.
"Sorry. I was hoping you'd like me" she said as she zipped up the front half way, "breasts and all."
"I do, I mean, I will. I mean. Who are you?"
"Oh right!" she said getting to her feet. She helped me stand up before continuing. "I'm the current top-of-the-line model GSX-5770. Pygmalion's ultimate female companion bot."
"Companion bot?" I asked.
"You got it. I'm designed and programmed to fulfill all your needs. I have an active AI learning system, so I learn on the go too! I'm sure our time together will be a lot of fun!"
"Fun?" I asked.
"Yeah, I can do anything you want! Both in and out of the bedroom" she added with a wink.
"Bedroom?" I asked. They gave me a sexbot!
"Of course! You didn't think I'd have a hot bod like this for nothing did you?" She winked at me and I had to wonder how any robot could have a 'hot bod' like that. Or any human for that matter.
"I don't believe you. This is some sort of joke! Ok. Where's the camera? You guys got me" I said looking around to see if there was a hidden camera or something.
"Camera? What are you- oh. No, this isn't a prank! I swear!" she said. I couldn't help but noticed how cute she was acting; always swaying her hips, jumping around in little motions, striking a pose for fun…
"Prove it" I said. "Show me that you're a robot!"
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to faint again." She had a concerned look on her face again, and I swore it was too real to be faked.
"I'll be fine, you just caught me by surprise last time" I said. On second thought… "Let me just… sit down first" I said taking a seat on my nearby couch.
"Ok, if you insist" she said with a seductive voice.
The girl walked up to me, and started to dance erotically. First, she danced around a little striking sexy poses and playing with her top. It didn't take long for her to start slowly unzipping her jacked again, and reveal her perky breasts. She continued to tease and dance while the jacket hung loosely from her shoulders, giving me glimpses of her fabulous body as she moved. As the jacket fell from her shoulders and hit the ground, she paused and looked at me. I didn't faint this time, so she smiled and continued.
I shifted in my seat as she started to play with herself, grabbing at her crotch and squeezing her breasts. I felt my face get red and started to get light-headed as she danced closer and closer to me. She bent over and stuck her round ass toward me, gyrating it as she danced to music in her own head.
"Wha-" I cleared my throat. "What does this have to do with-" I started to ask.
"You'll see" she cooed playfully. "Just sit back and enjoy the show."
Slowly but surely, her pants came undone and she started to pick up the pace of the sexy dance. Little beads of sweat started to form on her skin, glistening in the light as she entertained me. I knew this had to be a prank. No robot cold sweat! She slid her hands down her sides, and her fingers disappeared under her waistband. Slowly the pants came down. She had on no panties, and I could now see she was perfectly shaved as well. However, that's where she stopped.
Taking a deep breath, she sighed "Are you ready?"
I nodded, expecting her tight pants to hit the ground.
Instead, she stood before me with her pants still barely clinging on, and stayed perfectly still.
A whirring noise came from within her, and invisible seams stretching down from her neck to her groin suddenly appeared. With the hiss of air, her entire torso opened up, her skin retracting in panels, to reveal her true mechanical nature. She really was a robot. And an amazing one!
I had never seen a robot this complex before. Inside her body were thousands of optical wires, tubes and bladders of various sorts, plastic bits, artificial muscles, miniature screens with readouts, gauges, dials, buttons, and things I had no idea how to describe. She continued to breathe deeply from her dance, and I could see her artificial lungs contract and expand as she did.
I stared for several minutes, trying to get an idea of everything going on, trying to wrap my head around this. She was amazing. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I stared into the torso of what looked like a living girl. She wasn't a big girl either. Her body was svelte and toned, and she looked like she could run a marathon, but she was still slim. Seeing all those mechanical parts inside such a tight body astounded me. Not an inch of space was wasted except to allow motion and flexibility.
"This is... really embarrassing" she said with a nervous laugh standing there before me.
"Uh-huh" my mind was still not quite over this hurdle of understanding.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked.
Something in me snapped me back to awareness, and I looked up at her face. She was blushing and clenched her eyes closed as I was studying her. "Y- Yes. Yes, I believe you are a robot. How can I not?"
"Can I close up now?" she asked.
"Of course" I said with a wave of my hand like it was nothing. She relaxed and let out an anxious sigh. I watched carefully as the panels of skin and muscle slid back into place, slowly forming a tight seal, and recessing back into her body until there was no evidence of her robotic nature left.
"Wow" I exclaimed as I watched.
The girl giggled and put on a coy expression, one hand to her mouth while her arms squeezed her breasts together a little. "Thanks" she said.
"Can I see that again?" I asked. "Ah- A little later?"
The red-headed gynoid blushed again and looked down at me with sultry eyes. "Sure, whenever you want. You're... ah... still hard down there."
So I was. Seeing the robotic nature of this girl didn't turn me off at all, in fact, I think it made me even more excited. I crossed my legs and shifted in my seat.
"Do you want me to continue from where I left off?" she asked, leaning in close to me.
"You mean-?"
"Uh-huh" she nodded. I gulped as she closed the distance between our faces. She kissed me long and hard, and I loved it! Her tongue danced playfully against mine, and her warm breath filled my nose with a sweet smell.
I was about ready to explode.
"I'll take that as a yes" she said seductively as she stood up close to me. Her pants slid off her hips, with a little work, and revealed her full natural yet artificial body. Sure enough she was clean shaven down there, and another faint tan line showed she liked skimpy bikini bottoms. I couldn't help but wonder how a robot could have tan lines.
She started up her dance again, sliding her feet out of her pant legs one at a time, always keeping a sexy pose. I was amazed at how well-balanced she was. She danced slowly while she turned around, giving me a full view of her erotic body. I had seen pictures of beautiful girls, hell I made half of them out there, and I knew that the girls you see were never as flawless as they appear. Imperfections, body fat, scars, tattoos, every girl had something she wanted to hide, or at least the magazine people wanted me to hide for them. But this robot girl before me was perfect. Her skin was flawless, her complexion was superb, and her body was the ideal feminine form. There was nothing about this girl that wasn't perfect, inside and out.
She turned her back to me and I caught a glimpse of her womanhood before she sat down on my lap and rubbed herself against me. This really was a lap dance. I could feel her warmth and wetness through my clothes, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take.
"You know, Vincent, this isn't a lap dance" she whispered into my ear as she leaned into me. I stared down her body at her perfect breasts as she put one hand behind my head.
"What do you mean?"
"Touching IS allowed."
With that, I no longer held back. I held her body in my hands, caressing her skin, feeling her warmth, fondling her breasts. She felt all too real; this had to be a dream!
"Oh! Vincent! Ahh" she let out moans and gasps as I caressed her. I gently pushed her onto the couch next to me so she was on her hand and knees, and grabbed her butt. "Vincent!" she cried before I dove in to lick her impeccable pussy.
She was surprisingly sweet, and very responsive to my touch. Her moans of ecstasy filled the room as she climbed higher and higher toward her climax. Suddenly I stopped when something occurred to me.
"Why- why did you stop?" she asked out of breath.
"I can't do this" I said. "Not without knowing your name."
"My name?" she panted. "I don't have a name."
"No name?!" She shook her head at my question, looking back over her shoulder while still on all fours. She wiggled her butt at me to continue. "Then I'll have to give you one" I said as I rubbed at her clitoris.
"AH! Yes!" she moaned.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Quickly I unzipped my pants, and aligned myself behind her.
"Oh my!" she said as she caught a glimpse of my erect shaft. Her soft warm folds were already soaked, and I had no trouble entering her, despite how tight it felt. "Ooohh!!" she moaned as we became one.
"What name should I give you?" I asked as I thrust into her.
"Anything you want! Just please don't stop" she gasped as I began to move inside her.
I thought about what name would suit her best while pumping away at the sexy redhead, her moans of joy and pleasure filling the house. She grabbed onto the side of my couch as I increased the speed and force, making my couch creak.
"How about Faye?" I said between breaths.
"F- Faye? Ah!" she repeated, sort of.
"Yeah... it's pretty, like you." Not to mention my favorite model was named Faye.
She laughed a little, but it was instantly overtaken with sounds of lust again. "Faye! Alright... My name... is Faye!" She said before arching her back. She gasped as her body started to shake uncontrollably. "Sensory overload! Ah!" She continued to shake from her orgasm, until she finally lost her strength and collapsed on the couch.
"Did you cum?" I asked taking a break.
She lay there, still connected to me, and nodded as she caught her breath. "Yeah."
"Then it's my turn" I said and I lifted her up and flipped her over. She was lighter than I would have expected a human-sized robot to be, and lifting her up wasn't an issue. She squealed with delight as I repositioned myself for a frontal assault.
Again she responded well, and again she felt and looked amazing! I couldn't help but take off my shirt thanks to all the sweat from our spontaneous lovemaking.
She came yet again as I approached my climax, her hands grabbing at my back and her hips humping uncontrollably. I never yielded though and she continued to climax, one after another, as I finally reached my own. With a final thrust, I burst inside her as she came down from her own high.
We lay together on the couch, our warm sweaty bodies entwined, for who knows how long. She felt amazing, and I knew that my life would never be the same now. I looked up in her eyes with awe, and she looked down at me with joy.
"I've never had sex like that" I said when we finally relaxed. "The closest thing I've ever had was over 10 years ago."
"I've never had sex at all" she said. I looked up at her and realized she was making a joke. "Well, not in real life, only in simulations."
"You were amazing. You ARE amazing!" I sat up on the couch, collecting myself.
"Thank you" she giggled. "You felt pretty good yourself."
"Faye?" I asked.
"Mm?" she answered as she started to sit up.
"Do you like me?" I asked.
"To be honest, I only just met you, Vincent. But so far so good" she winked. "I hope you will like me too" she added.
"What isn't there to like? I've never met a robot like you before."
"Is that a good thing?"
"A very good thing" I answered getting up from the couch and holding my hand out to her.
She took my hand and stood up before leaning into me and giving me a kiss. "And I'm all yours."
"How long will you stay with me?" I asked. I had a bad habit of asking stupid questions, especially to girls. My last girlfriend left me after only 3 months together, and I didn't take it too well.
She gave me a sly grin and struck the cutest pose. "As long as you'll have me, Vincent."
I was glad to hear that, and gave her a smile. We gathered up our clothes and I led Faye on a brief tour of my house, ending in the bedroom. It wasn’t a big place, but it was all mine. Well... ours now I suppose. Good thing I kept the Queen Size bed from my last girlfriend.
"I can't wait to learn more about your life" Faye said all excited. We were still not dressed, and in all honesty she only had the one thing to wear. I wasn't in the habit of keeping woman's clothing around.
"Well, it's going to be different now with you in it" I said, returning a wink to her. "I want to learn everything I can about you too. How do you work, what can you do?"
"All in good time" Faye said. "We need to pace ourselves." I got the distinct impression she wasn't just talking about getting to know each other.
"I do have one question though."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Why the delivery girl routine? I mean, what was that all about?"
She smiled coyly. "Besides the surprising reveal and amazing sex afterwards? It saves on the budget. No packaging or shipping costs when your deliverer is the package."
"And the driver?"
"Just another package waiting to be delivered" she said with a wink.

''The End''

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2013-08-19T17:15:28Z

Gynoneko:

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]

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2013-08-19T17:14:44Z

Gynoneko: Added 'The Delivery', parts one and two

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
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Electra

2013-08-19T17:11:29Z

Gynoneko: New page: ''' == Electra == ''' ''by Gynoneko'' Every day I'd see her at the warehouse as she drove up riding her stylish Yamaha Bolt motorcycle. Tall, lean, thin, with a great build, spiky short b...

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== Electra ==
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''by Gynoneko''

Every day I'd see her at the warehouse as she drove up riding her stylish Yamaha Bolt motorcycle. Tall, lean, thin, with a great build, spiky short black hair that always seemed stylish even after taking off her helmet, with a very "punk" green streak in the front of her hair, and light green eyes that screamed "BACK OFF!" Her eyes were enough to keep everyone at a distance, for the most part. If you ever called her name, she'd give you a glare so intense; it could burn a whole through your chest.

Electra.

She was the girl everyone wanted, but no one dared approach. She had a very tom-boyish way about her, from the way she dressed to the way she spoke, although she never said much. She was a little tall for a girl, taller than some of the shorter guys at the warehouse, and she was the only girl who worked there. Some of the guys joked about how she was a she-hulk, or a body-builder, but she was too svelte and thin to be anything like that. She had to be in shape though, since our daily jobs involved moving crates and boxes around, but in all honesty, she mainly drove the forklift or did paper work. I preferred to think of her as our resident diamond in the rough, the silent beauty of Warehouse 15.

There were the occasional brave souls who would dare try to start up a conversation with her. One time I clearly remember watching the new kid, Tony, try to chat her up while "helping" her with some heavy boxes. Long story short, she scared the living shit out of him, told him to "fuck off", and showed him how lucky he was to leave with only one broken finger and all his limbs intact. We didn't see him after that.

Our boss, Bobby, seems to be the only person who can ever make her do anything. Whenever he needed something, he'd call her name and she'd be there. It was like magic, day in and day out, he'd get her to do anything: the trash, the cleaning, the stocking, even picking up his dry cleaning and running his errands. God knows how he managed to twist her around his little finger like that. God knows what else he was making her do when no one was around.

He wasn't the only one though. In the past, our previous bosses who got transferred also managed to keep her in check pretty easily. She hadn't been employed for that long really, but managers seemed to come and go fairly quickly here, and Bobby was the latest flavor of the month. Electra herself had only been there for about 2 years, a far cry from my 7. I remember when she first showed up, the manager then wasn't all that nice to her, but for some reason she stayed, and always did what he said. In fact, it seemed she always got along with the bosses over the years.

As for me, I always kept my distance, but could never shake her from my mind. I'd admire her from afar, never approaching her out of fear she'd destroy the delicate balance we had between us. I didn't bother her, she didn't bother me, and I could keep dreaming about her. Whenever I did run into her, I was always polite and friendly, but never condescending. I'd say "hi" or "excuse me" or whatnot, but I never willingly took it any further. I didn't dare touch her, and the worse I got from her was her regular cold stare. I adored her hard punk persona, and yet... I dreamed of something more.

I had managed to work my way over the years through several pay raises. It was nice to get decent pay for once, and with it came the title of Assistant Manager. I suppose this type of work had a lot of turn-over, so most people didn't stay on for more than a few months. I've heard of the really loyal types who will stay at a job like this for 30 years or something, but we never seemed to have anyone that dedicated at our warehouse. Still, as Assistant Manager, that officially put me in the 2nd highest position, if anyone was counting, which they weren't. For me it just meant more work at the same pay. Not that having any kind of position ever helped me get closer to Electra. Even though I was interested in her, she never seemed to show me any more attention than the next guy.

She was always the silent lurking type at work too. Whenever she was around, the guys would lower their volume, but soon they'd forget she was there and talk about anything and everything. I know I often spoke about myself and my life. I would talk about regular stuff, like my studies at night school on programming, my lazy cat, my life as an unlucky bachelor, and just guy stuff. I'd sometimes catch her listening in, but she'd always turn away as though she had no interest. She didn't say much, and usually when she spoke to anyone but a Bobby, it was short and vulgar. Except for that one time.

I was desperate for someone to cover my shift the next day. My parents were coming into town on a surprise trip, and I was scheduled to work that entire day. Besides that, I hadn't cleaned my place in a month, and needed to clean up before they showed up. I spoke to everyone in the company I could to ask them to cover my shift. I even phoned up sick guys and ex-employees, but no dice. As a last resort, I turned to Electra, and asked her "I don't suppose you could cover my shift for me tomorrow? I'll owe you one."

"... sure, Allen" was all she said as she mopped the floor without even looking up at me. I was ecstatic that she spoke to me, even using my name, and he was more polite to me than I had ever seen her before. I mean, for her, it was a miracle. After that, I really took a liking to her, and started to ignore all rumors about her guys would say behind her back. It wasn't like any of them really ever spoke to her.

And no one ever socialized with her after work either. We knew almost nothing about her except that she always wore the same red and black leather jacket, black jeans, striped shirt, and knee-high leather boots. Maybe they weren't the same ones every time, but she seemed to have a very limited fashion sense. Every day, she'd ride in on her stylish motorcycle with her red and black helmet, and every day she'd ride back out. No one hung out with her, or had lunch with her; they'd just leave her to her own devices, and went about their own lives. Everyone except Bobby that is. But he was her boss.

Some of the guys thought maybe she owed him a favor. Other were sure they were related, or having an affair. Miguel was convinced she was just brown-nosing. Whatever it was, she would do what he said no questions asked, and always with the same heartless expression that told the world she didn't give a fuck. I was sure he was blackmailing her. He had to have something on her. I could just imagine him dangling something above her head as incentive to do what he wanted or else he'd go to the cops. At least that's what I thought, until one day Bobby was arrested.

It was fast and out of the blue. In the middle of the day, a squadron of police cars swept down on the warehouse. I wasn't there that day, thank goodness, but everyone who was there was thoroughly questioned. Apparently, Bobby had been stealing money from the company, and selling drugs and other things right out of the warehouse under our very noses. The cops arrested him then and there. The charges against him were pretty serious, and there was no way he'd ever work there again, but what did that mean for the company, for our jobs?

I was glad to see Bobby go though. Not only was he a mean guy that stole and dealt drugs, but he also pushed around Electra and others, and he had very poor management skills. I came to the realization that with Bobby gone, I'd be the one in charge! Since I was scheduled to work the next morning anyways, I figured as the new interim boss, I better head over and make sure things were running smoothly. Besides, I had to prepare for whatever transitions would happen, and I figured I better make sure we had all the stuff we needed in the aftermath of the raid and collect any documents I needed to keep track of the numbers, if they were still there.

I drove in, and sure enough the cops had already gone. Bobby's car was being towed away as evidence, but everything else was the same. Electra's bike was there, sending a shudder up my spine. I'd hate to be the officer who had to question her. I walked in and greeted everyone; they were all still in shock over what happened. The company hadn't yet responded to the incident, so people were wondering what they should do, and who was in charge. Of course I was, and I told them to just do their work like any other day, but all I heard were complaints.

Ignoring them, I went into the office, and started going through the paperwork that was there. A lot of the files had been taken, and the paperwork for the following day was missing too, I took the initiative to call some people at HQ and have essential documents faxed over. I probably spent an hour longer than I expected to there, but I managed to get everything I needed to prepare for the next day, as I turned around to leave, Electra stood there in the office, silently lurking staring at the wall. There was a look for fear and shock in her eyes, mixed with confusion. She seemed lost, or just shaken up about the whole thing.

"Allen..." she whispered with a ghostly voice.

"How are you doing?" I dared to question, my own voice booming over hers.

"I don't know" she replied in a soft tone. She sounded lost.

"Do you need something?" I continued to inquiry.

"... I don't know..." She repeated.

"You're probably just shocked by everything that happened today. I'm sure the company will make an announcement in the morning. Just do what you normally do till then" I suggested.

"... right" she nodded. I had never before had such a fulfilling conversation with her, and all it took was a police raid.

"Well I'm off, see you later" I announced as I left with the paperwork to prepare for the next day. I had to cover my work AND Bobby's, not to mention my night classes.

She barely looked up from the same spot on the wall, her eyes wide and darting back and forth deep in thought. I decided it was best to leave her there and get some sleep and prepare for the next big day ahead of me. I didn't know what the company would say, who they would put in charge or send over, or if any of us would still be working there. I just took a deep breath and let it go. But the thought of Electra standing there so lost and confused stung, and I found myself thinking about it all night.

The next day, I got up dark and early, and got ready: Shower, clothes, breakfast, all that stuff. The company still hadn't sent out an email, but I suppose they wouldn't yet until it was closer to the official opening time. I was up early to help open up, so I'd probably be at work by the time they sent out any announcement.

I drove to work and parked, and fumbled with my set of the keys as I entered the building. Someone was nice enough to shut off all the lights, but the place was not as neat and tidy as it usually was in the morning. I guess all that activity and the confusion it caused had an effect in many places. It was still an hour before anyone else would show up, so I headed to the office to prepare the paperwork. I had to go through stocks and orders and all that boring crap I always hated. But someone had to do it, and maybe I could get a bonus or a raise out of this.

As I walked into the office, I was startled to see someone already there. Electra was still standing there, in the same position as she was the previous night when I left her. She hadn't moved at all. I swear I didn't see her bike parked out front where it normally was.

"Electra?! You scared me!" I shrieked as she stood there unmoving. She gave no answer. "Is everything alright?"

"... I don't know" she answered, exactly as she did the night before, with the same lost voice and lost expression. "I..."

"Did you stay here the whole night?" I asked. She nodded her head slowly, as though still lost in thought. "Why are you still...?" I sighed. "You look like hell. Go home and get some sleep. Alright?"

She gave an absentminded nod as she turned to leave but didn't go anywhere. She mumbled something incoherently to me, making me lean closer to hear her. Instead, she turned her face from me and sulked out of the room, slamming her fist against the door on her way out. Such a drama queen!

The rest of the morning went well considering all that happened. I managed to get the orders and shipments settled, took stock of everything, and pretty much took charge while I waited to hear anything from HQ. I wrote up the positions and jobs for everyone for the morning and afternoon, and prepared for a long day. As the hours passed by and more workers started to show up, the long awaited announcement from HQ was finally given.

Long message short, the company was shocked to hear about the event and wanted to fully cooperate with the law, and as employees, we had to also cooperate. They would be sending his replacement in the next day or two, and until then, the staff member with most seniority was in charge while working. Any issues were to be brought up... blah blah blah. It was all rather humdrum stuff, and I was surprised actually that more wasn't done. I suppose Bobby never really promoted anyone officially, and so as the assistant manager from before Bobby even arrived, I was in charge. I guess staying at the same boring dead-end job for 7 years while I worked through high school and college was a good thing after all. Sort of.

All the guys were nervous about the new guy they mentioned, but managed to crack a few jokes. He couldn't be worse than Bobby after all. I wasn't really interested in being the team leader, but I did want to get more money while I finished school.

"At least we got Mr. Smart-Ass as our lead today" one of the guys joked. "If anything happens, he should know how to fix it." I wasn't laughing, but at least I was a good sport about it and smiled.

"Geez. Could you imagine if that Electra chick were in charge?" Another jested. "I think I'd wet myself".

"John, you'll wet yourself anyways!" The first retorted.

"Did you see the way she was just standing out there this morning?" John continued. "It was like she was just staring us all down, waiting to find the weakest one in the pack to weed out and kill."

"Wait-" I interrupted. "Is she still out there?"

"Probably. She just stood there looking at us like she was going to-"

"Dammit, I told her to go home!" I spat out a curse and waved my friend Miguel over. "Miguel, look, I already assigned all the jobs today. It looks like I'll have to take care of Electra; she just seems out of it today. Can you run things until I get back?"

"Sure thing, man" Miguel chimed, glad to finally be given a chance to take the lead. He was a good kid, if lacking a little confidence.

I thanked him and ran off to the exit, leaving all the paperwork behind with him. I could hear him start calling out jobs as I left, and was glad he was there.

It didn't take long for me to find her. She was standing out front at the side of the building near the parking lot, as still as a board. I was surprised she was still standing there after several hours. I figured this whole thing with Bobby and the police must have gotten to her.

"Electra?" I called out to her as I jogged over. Damn I was out of shape. "What are you still doing here?" I asked as I caught my breath.

"I..." she didn't finish her sentence, or look up at me. She just continued to gaze off into empty space.

"Are you ok? Why don't you go home and get some sleep. You look exhausted."

She shook her head. "My bike is gone."

I looked around. Sure enough, her bike was missing from the lot. We never had anyone steal a vehicle before. "Oh shit" I finally spat. "It is gone. Well don't worry, we'll call the police to sort it out" I suggested as I reached for my cell phone.

"No" she sighed. "The police took it... when they took Bobby's car."

"Ah-ha... Well we'll just call them to explain it's yours and get it-"

"It isn't mine" she interrupted. "It belongs to that jerk Bobby. He... gave it to me."

"Oh really? Well..." I thought for a moment. Did she have some sort of relationship with him after all? "Did you and Bobby-? I mean... were you two... seeing each other?"

"I don't understand."

"I mean I know Bobby's married... sort of" I explained. He didn't exactly have the best relationship with his wife either. They often yelled loudly over the phone while we were at work. "But I mean, if you two are having an affair..."

"No. He was my master... and now he's gone" she explained without any hint of satire.

"M-mas-... Hold on a second. Do I really want to know about this? I mean, if you two have some sort of sex play thing going on-"

"Nothing like that" she explained. "I'm not permitted to have sex. He was my master."

"What?!" I blurted out. I did NOT want to be hearing this. "Never mind. What you do with your own time is your business. I don't want to know about it." I put my hands up and prepared to leave, but something stopped me. Electra looked just as lost and helpless as she had before, and didn't move from that spot. I didn't know if she was the best dead-pan comedienne on the planet, or just have a twisted life-style, but she was clearly still in need of help.

"Tell you what" I sighed, "I'll get my car and drive you home, alright? If you need some time, just send me an email and I'll make sure the new manager gets it when he starts."

"New manager?"

"Yeah. The headquarters announced they are sending a new manager this week. Until then, I'm in charge, and as the interim manager, I order you to go home."

"I- Wait, you're in charge?" She did not sound like herself at all. She sounded very innocent and sweet, not rough and tough like we were used to. Then again, she hardly ever spoke to anyone at all. This was definitely the longest conversation I ever had with her.

"For today at least" I clarified.

"You... you're a programmer, right?" she queried out of the blue. She turned her eyes to me and looked straight into mine. At first I was startled by it, but I found that her gaze, while intimidating, was not as harsh as I originally thought.

"Y-yeah. Sort of."

"Do you know anything about robots?"

"Robots?" Such a change in topic, I wasn't following where she was going with this. But strangely, my focus in studies was programming for robotics. Maybe she had a love for robotics as well. Was she trying to get to know me? "Actually that's my specialty, why?"

She smiled timidly. "I think you can help me."

"Umm... with what?"

"You can become my new master" she pleaded as she stared into my eyes, completely serious.

"What?! Hey... I told you I'm not into that weird role play sex stuff-"

"That's not it!" she objected shaking her head. "I mean... it's not that I'm against it, but that isn't what I mean. I don't have much time; I'm on reserve power as is."

"Reserve..." I pondered as she continued to talk.

"My battery is already down to 3% and this conversation is using up my energy fast. Please Allen, you have to help me! Save me from this fucked up existence."

"Whoa whoa whoa... slow down. What are you talking about? Battery? Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh!" she chirped. "You don't know! Good, I mean, if you didn't figure it out, then I doubt the others have."

"Could you please fill me in?" I begged.

"Allen... I'm a robot." she announced. "Well a gynoid to be precise... you know, a fembot."

"I know what a gynoid is" I told her. "But..." I had to wrap my head around this, "you can't be. Androids are nowhere close to as realistic as you are."

"It's true, and I am programmed to serve the current manager of this warehouse, and that is currently you."

"Wait... what? Are you telling me you're provided by HQ?"

"Sort of. I'm kind of an experiment" she guessed, "or at least I think so. I guess this is some sort of... on-the-job assessment BS."

"Sorry, I don't believe you" I debated. "You're just not convincing me. No such android could possibly exist, why are you saying this?"

Electra huffed and looked around nervously. I looked around as well copying her, and realized that we were alone. Of course we were, everyone else was inside working. Abruptly, Electra lifted up her shirt in front of me. I freaked out for a moment but realized she wasn't flashing me, and was only showing me her muscular tight stomach.

"Push my belly button in for 3 seconds" she demanded.

"I don't think I should just be touching a girl" I objected. "I'll get in-"

"Just do it stupid!" she ordered.

She was clearly serious, and I didn't want to get a finger broken by NOT touching her, so... I pressed my index finger gently against her stomach. She giggled with a girlish laugh for a moment as I felt her soft warm skin.

"Harder than that" she clarified harshly.

"Right" I grunted as I pushed my finger against her harder. She was still warm, soft, and human as far as I could tell. She heaved slightly as a barely audible click released something inside her. I watched with amazement and fascination as her stomach popped open with two large panels, which she opened to either side to reveal her true nature. Inside I could see small diodes flashing, wires and tubes, plastic and circuits, and everything else you'd expect to see in a robot, and then some. She was unlike any android I had ever seen, and she had several systems I never saw before.

"Don't look so closely" she blushed. "It's embarrassing."

"S-sorry!" I flustered as I pulled myself away from the view.

"... Convinced?"

"Completely" I declared, more than a little freaked out. "Wow, I've... I've never met a robot before, at least not one like you."

"Please don't freak out or anything" she pleaded as she closed up her belly with another click and lowered her shirt.

"I won't, although I might geek out a little. I just, wow. But... How-? Why-? Why me? Why do you need ME to help you? Can't you wait for the next guy?"

"I have my reasons" she mumbled. "Besides the fact that my battery is dying, I can only follow the orders of the manager in charge. That's you. Plus you are a programmer, which will help. Besides, I..." she murmured something I didn't quite catch.

"You what? I didn't-"

"I like you!" she blurted out, her face red. "Oh boy, now I said it. Oh God, I'm so embarrassed I could just die!" she stated as she covered her face with her hands. I must have also been blushing, but it didn't last long. She suddenly lurched forward as though someone punched her in the gut. She grabbed onto me to stay standing. "My battery is almost depleted. It's down to 2%, and I'm going into an emergency power conservation mode" she wheezed.

"L-Let's get inside and I can charge you up" I suggested.

"No... I can't let the others see me like this" she wheezed. "Besides, I don't think I can walk anymore." She took the effort to stand upright again, but ended up leaning against the wall behind her, careful to stay balanced. "Please, I can charge in your car while you take me home."

"Right! I'll go get my car, be right back!" She nodded slightly in agreement as she braced herself against the wall for support. I jogged over to my car, which wasn't that far. What was I doing? I felt giddy to have found out Electra's secret, but freaked out all the same, and yet the sense of urgency like I needed to take her to an emergency room got my adrenaline pumping. Moments later, I was driving my sky blue sports car onto the sidewalk right in front of her and hopped out. She was still standing there breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I quickly opened the passenger door and threw her arm over my shoulders as I helped her to the car. She was relatively light, and together we hobbled over to the passenger side before I helped her in.

"Thanks" she whispered as she closed her eyes and leaned back as though she were going to sleep. I dashed over to the driver's side and hopped in. "Do you have a phone charger or something?" she breathed with barely a voice at all. I rummaged through the glove compartment and pulled out a long wire with an older USB connection on it. She took the end and focused on it. "Really?" she joshed looking at it.

"Hey, beggars can't be choosers" I retorted. "Be glad I have anything at all."

"Sorry" she wheezed. "I didn't mean it. I am glad, and thank you." She turned her head toward me as she fiddled with the back of her head. With a quiet snap, she plugged the cord into a hidden port on the back of her neck, right at the base of her skull. She leaned back and breathed deeply.

"Ok, tell me where to go" I ordered.

"I'll take you to the lab I live at. Just head out and make a right at the light. Damn, this thing isn't making much of a dent in my power. I don't know if it's going to help much" she complained.

I took off toward the light at the end of the dead-end street the warehouse was down, followed her directions. I continued to follow her instructions for about 5 minutes, turning down main roads, and off onto side streets I never visited. Finally, I came to a dead end with nothing but trees and a "road closed" sign.

"I think we took a wrong turn somewhere back there" I sighed, putting the car into reverse and turning around. "Any idea-” I looked over to see Electra as motionless and still as a dead body. She didn't even breathe. "Electra? Hey! You alright?"

I tried to get her to respond, but no such luck. She must have lost power while sitting there, which would explain why I missed a turn. I sat there for a moment trying to decide what to do. In the end, there was no choice. If I wanted to help this girl, I was going to have to take her to my home and plug her in there. As I started off toward my home, I glanced over at the mysterious beauty who sat beside me. All this time I thought she hated me; I thought she was being blackmailed. I thought a lot of things, like she was human. But now that I knew her secret, something inside me woke up, and I found myself looking at her in a whole new light.

It took maybe 15 minutes to get home, much faster than my normal commute, since it was closer to noon now than rush hour. My single story home is small, a little untidy, but clean. The lawn was desperately in need of a mowing, something I hated to do, and I needed to take care of about a dozen other outdoor projects, all of which I neglected due to my studies. If it wasn't for my job and my monthly "allowance", I would never be able to live off-campus.

As soon as I pulled into the driveway, I knew there was going to be a problem. Without a garage, how would I keep the neighbors from seeing me carry an unconscious strange girl into my home? At this point I didn't care anymore; I had the most interesting girl in the world beside me, and she was in need of help. For some reason I found myself excited beyond words at the fact that she was a robot.

I got out of the car, ran to my front door to open it, and ran back to get Electra. She was still lifeless, and still hooked up to the phone charger, which didn't provide enough power to keep her on, so I was pretty sure it wasn't doing anything for her now either. Carefully, I pulled the plug out of a small port on the back of her neck, reached under her, and lifted her up. She was lighter than I expected for a robot, but still a little heavy. I found it was easier to lean her into my chest as I carried her to the door. Just as I approached the door, a car drove by and honked. A man hooted out of the window at me, and I thought I heard someone else yell "congratulations". I realized then just how much we looked like newly-weds and quickly shuffled my way indoors.

Once inside, I carried Electra over to the couch and sat her down. She looked like a dead party girl, except I knew better. Examining her neck, I found the port on the back with several other common connections and a small flap that covered them up when she wasn't using them. I did not own an android myself, but I was familiar with the layout of them, and this sort of port was very common. Usually there were other ports and buttons behind the ear, and sure enough, I flipped up a similar flap behind her left ear to find another series of plugs, and one behind the right ear with a single power button. I couldn't help but notice her hair smelled really nice.

While I was fascinated by her computer ports, none of it was helpful. I needed something that could charger her faster than a USB port. I remembered seeing some androids used proprietary plugs on their backs to charge, and I sure hoped she didn't have one because I didn't own any android accessories. It was worth a look though, since at least I could see what she had there, if anything.

Slowly I lifted her shirt up, as she had done before, to reveal her belly. Leaning her forward, I looked at her back and studied it for anything that might be a charge port. Visibly, I saw nothing but ordinary-looking human skin. She even had a small mole on her back. I gently ran my fingers down her spine and felt for anything that might be a hidden flap like she had on her neck and head. Her skin was still warm, soft, and perfect. As soon as I touched the mole, I felt something faint and mechanical. On instinct, I pushed my finger harder against her, and was surprised to hear a dim click. A small flap appeared right next to my finger, at the base of her spine. Amazing how well-hidden it was when it was fully closed. I didn't even see any seams like most robots.

Inside the small flap, to my astonishment, wasn't a port at all, but rather a standard plug. I pulled on it, and like a measuring tape, it extended out from her back with a series of clicks. A small button inside marked "release" retracted the cord once it had been pulled out. It took a moment to drag myself out of utter fascination with her. Pulling the plug out to the full length it would go (about 6 feet), I got up from the couch and found an empty outlet where the lamp on the side table next to her was plugged in. Quickly, I plugged the cord into the wall, and stood back to watch.

Electra was still hunched over from when I was investigating her back. She didn't sit up or stir at all, and just sat there unmoving. I sat her upright again, but she remained lifeless. All she did was sit there, seemingly asleep, while plugged into the wall. There was no way I could tell if she was even getting any power or charging up at all. There had to be some way of telling. She still wasn't even breathing! I was about to pull down her shirt again when I had an idea. I looked at her belly button and pressed it in for 3 seconds.

Like before, there was a click, and 2 panels popped open, revealing her inner-nature. The panel doors themselves were thick with artificial flesh and muscle, but inside was a cornucopia of technology which lay before me. A single green led light with the word "power" next to it was flashing, and I took this as a good sign that she was getting some sort of charge.

It took 6 hours for the green light to stop flashing and remain solid. While I waited, I phoned work and told Miguel I was not going to make it back, and that Electra was really sick and needed to go to the hospital. He bought that and assured me he had everything under control. After that, I ate lunch, fed my lazy cat that never seemed to do anything but eat and sleep, studied some homework, browsed the web, and watched a little TV. But all the while, my mind was totally preoccupied with the silent woman sitting at the corner of my couch. Her unconscious feminine form was so foreign to me, I couldn't help but stare at her delicate posture, as though she were a painting. I couldn't concentrate on my work, and I didn't even hear any of the jokes on television. Eventually, I gave up trying to resist it, and decided to "investigate" her more.

Her body was still warm, and her skin and hair smelled sweet. She looked more innocent on my couch then I ever thought she could be. Her body was slim and feminine, yet lean. I wanted to get a better look at her, and while she was still charging like this might be my only chance without suffering fatal injuries. First I took off her boots and set them aside, admiring her dainty feet. Carefully, I unbuckled and unzipped her pants, and pulled them down. It was actually very difficult, as the pants were a snug fit, and pulling clothes off an unconscious body is not as easy as I thought. However, I eventually managed, and got her pants off and placed them next to her on the couch. She wore lacy low-rise green panties that matched the green in her hair.

My loins aroused in approval at this sight, and demanded more. Of course I obliged. I struggled to pull her jacket off, and laid it on her pants, before I lifted up her hands, and pulled her shirt off over her head. Her bra was a perfect match to her panties in color and style, and for the first time, I saw how attractive she really was. Her cup size wasn't large at all, in fact it was a little small, but they perfectly fit her slim and athletic build. Her skin was nearly flawless, with a fair complexion that made her look like she rarely went outside. Even I had more of a natural tan than she had and I worked on computers for a living when I wasn't in the warehouse.

Temptation to keep going rose within me, but I hesitated. I wasn't undressing some random chick, or even some unknown sex doll. This was Electra, my co-worker. I've known her for 2 years. She was a person in my eyes, and one I would have liked to have called "friend" if it wasn't for her reputation. I had always kept my distance to some degree, but now I had her almost naked in my living room, and I just couldn't take it any farther without her consent. In fact, I worried I had already gone too far, but I resisted redressing her just yet.

Instead of disrobing her further, I decided to explore her robotic side. Electra's belly was still open, with the little green light still blinking inside her. I leaned in to take a close look. Her complex mechanical innards were utterly amazing! Her entire frame was designed to be flexible and stretchy. The circuits and electronic components were practically floating inside her, able to move out of the way as she stretched or crouched. She had a lot of empty space inside her, and yet I got the strong inclination that she was carefully designed that way for the greatest range of motion and flexibility, not to mention cutting down on her weight.

The components themselves were mostly foreign to me, but I wasn't that familiar with the inner workings of a robot in the first place. As a programmer, I knew far more about her brains than about her body. And yet I found myself strangely attracted to her mechanical nature. Intellectually, I found the combination of her soft curvy sensual body with her hard robotic artificial core a perfect combination of beauty and function both inside and out. She was, in that moment, the most fascinating person in the world.

I leaned in closer to look and found my hand resting on her thigh. Instinctually I pulled away from the soft inviting flesh. Of course she didn't object, and I suddenly had the urge to see where else she had access panels. With the uttermost care, I ran my fingers down her soft thigh until finally, after the third try, I felt another soft patch of skin disguised as a tiny mole. Pressing in here with my fingers produced the now familiar click, and another of her panels clicked open along her outer thigh. This was a long thin panel, which gave access to artificial muscles and circuits.

The memory of a diagram of an old android appeared in my head. I remembered now the old poster I saw that showed the various panels and ports on the old models, and wondered if she had a similar design. There was one for each section of the limbs, for every joint, the stomach, chest, forehead, neck, back, and shoulders. I gently closed the port on her leg with another click and moved up to her shoulder to look at her joint. Sure enough, after feeling around, a small patch on the back of her shoulder gave way to the access panel on the top and front. I had to move her bra strap down off her shoulder, which made her look incredibly sexy, but resisted the urge to go any farther while I studied her shoulder panel. Inside, a well-oiled joint gleamed in the light, and series of wires, circuits, and artificial muscles ran around it. Moving her dainty arm up and down, I studied the movement of her joint. I was surprised at how excited I was to see this.

I wanted to see more, to study her more, to learn more, to touch her more. I found myself wondering about what was inside her head, and her core. Her head would house her main computer for higher functions, but her chest would house all the computing power for her physical needs. I leaned in closer and studied her body, her soft sensual curves and delicate fair skin, as I hovered my hand over her chest. However I couldn't bring myself to go any farther. I couldn't possibly undress her while she was unconscious; it was just wrong! My hand still hovered over her, suspended between temptation and conscience.

I had already gone too far! I knew I had to redress her before she awoke and I got into serious trouble. The last guy that touched her ended up with a broken finger, imagine what she'd do to me! Still, I couldn't help but want to see more. Her lacy green bra stood between me and my desire, but what was it I wanted? To see her breasts, or see her circuits? I closed my hand into a fist as it hovered over her breasts; her chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. I knew I had gone too far, and it was time to stop. But some small voice inside my head alerted me that something was wrong. When did she start breathing again?

"What are you doing?" Her sharp voice echoed in my ear. Electra's eyes were wide open and stared down at my hand with her patented death-gaze. I recoiled my hand instantly and shot back two or three steps.

"I, uh..."

"Why am I nearly naked?" She asked as she looked down at herself. Again she shot a deathly glance at me as she covered herself with her hands. Her face went red as she curled up.

"I... Umm..." I repeated.

"Where am I?" she questioned looking around the room frantically. Her eyes settled on me, and her stare of fear melted into one of confusion. "Allen?" Her voice was cross with me but confused.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed. "I wanted to look at your systems and..." I didn't say anything more but bowed my head in apology.

"My systems?" She looked down at her stomach and closed it with a click. "Why would you want to look at my systems?"

I picked up her shirt next to her and handed it to her. Quickly, she grabbed the garment and covered her front with it, holding it against herself. "I just found you really fascinating. I'm sorry! Really!"

She looked down from my face as I apologized again, her eyes wide open before turning away and covering her face with her shirt. "Did you enjoy looking at me that much?" her muffled voice asked through her shirt.

"Um... Yeah. Please don't think in a pervert or something. I just get excited when I look at technology..." She continued to cover her face while I talked. "What?"

Electra stretched out one finger and pointed down at my crotch, never looking over at me. My eyes followed her finger to discover I'd been pitching a tent in my pants this whole time and didn't even notice!

"Whoa! Shit" I cursed as I leaned forward to cover myself. Not a pervert huh? "I'm sorry! I didn't realize-"

"Stop apologizing" she demanded as she lowered the shirt.

"What?"

"Just... stop apologizing! I'm the one that should be sorry for dragging you into my fucked up life. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

"Uh, thanks?"

Electra turned her gaze at me again before she noticed her shoulder was still wide open. She slowly closed the panel with her delicate fingers as she stared into my eyes. "Did you really like what you saw in there?" As soon as the panel clicked closed, the seam on her skin was invisible.

I swallowed hard with a gulp as she adjusted her bra strap. She giggled lightly. Actually giggled! I never thought I'd hear Electra giggle.

"Where am I?" she asked, sitting up a little more looking around, still clutching her shirt against her front.

"Oh. After you lost power, I didn't know where to go to take you to your lab... so I drove you to my home" I explained. "It isn't much, but it's my castle."

"Your home? No one's ever taken me to their home before." She seemed amazed at the thought and looked around inquisitively. "So this is where you live. It's messier than I thought it would be."

"If you need me to, I'll take you to your lab, now that you're charged up-"

"No!" she shouted. "Please, not there."

"What? Why?"

"I'm supposed to catch the types of illegal activities Bobby was arrested for. It's part of what I'm supposed to do, but I guess I'm not that good at it. I'm not good at anything really..."

"Don't say that" I objected.

"It's true though... Why else would Bobby and the others treat me so poorly? If I go back to the lab now, they'll have me recalled and dis-..." she gulped, "... dismantled. Do you know how long it takes for a computer to become obsolete? About 18 months" she pointed out. "I'm already over 2 years old! If for no other reason, they'd take me apart just for that!"

She sounded worried, but what could I do to help her? "Ok... Then you can stay here for now" I suggested.

"I- I can't... I'm programmed to return to my lab before the end of the day and await further instructions. It's like that every day, and I'm already a full day late! As soon as I'm able, I HAVE to return."

"Well what do you want me to do then?" I questioned.

"Reprogram me" she begged.

"Huh?"

"Please, you don't understand. I'm programmed to follow the orders of my supervisor, no matter what they are, and report any illegal activities. My role was not only to be a test for the 'latest' prototype gynoid, but also to monitor the warehouse where the prototype parts are being stored and shipped.

"Usually I just get stuck with mundane tasks, but sometimes they made me do awful things" she shuddered. "I... don't want to talk about it. But I can't keep doing this. And now that I've failed to return AND I failed to report a crime, they'll take me apart for sure!"

"But... what?! Prototype?"

"Yeah" she scoffed. "You ever see a robot that looks half as sexy as I do?"

I shook my head. "Nor have I seen many humans that look as good as you either."

She blushed again and turned her far away. "Ohh... why do you say such embarrassing things to me?"

"Sorr-" I started to apologize, but she shot me a look and I swallowed my words. "So! Why do you need me to reprogram you?"

"It's simple... You are the most educated programmer I know outside the lab. Also, you're my current supervisor, and I HAVE to follow your orders. Also... you... you're..." she bit her lip and clenched her eyes closed before taking a deep breath, "You're the nicest guy I ever met and I would never dream of asking someone else like Bobby or Miguel but you've always been nice to me and I like you and I want to stay with you."

I was silent for a moment while I took all this in. "I..." I coughed. She likes me that much? "Alright. You've talked me into it. I'll help you out."

"Really?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah. Besides, I... kinda like you too."

"Really?" she repeated, this time her eyes were wide open. "Kinda?"

"Ok. I've had a crush on you since I first met you. I got to say, you are much nicer and sweeter than I expected." I took her hand and helped her stand while I led her into my computer room where I do all my programming and gaming.

"I am?" she queried. "What do you mean? I cuss too much and I..."

"You do not; in fact you are usually really quiet and hardly say anything at all. Although all the guys are under the impression you are a really tough gal that would sooner deck them than date them. I mean, you did break that one guy's finger"

"Hey! That was an accident!" she flustered. "Although that jerk deserved it" she muttered. "He was feeling me up and I pushed him away and... he fell... on his hand..."

"Oh... I see. There's also that death-stare you have."

"Death-stare?" she stammered.

"Sometimes when you look at us, you have this look like you don't want to be messed with, and it makes you look hard as nails. Like you have an aura about you."

"I do? But..."

"It's ok. I think I figured it out. You're really just shy, and your hair and outfit make you look rugged."

"Hey!... I like my hair" she argued pulling at one of the green strands as she entered the room behind me.

"Don't get me wrong, I like it too." I sat her down in a chair nearby and started looking for cables to connect to her. "I think it makes you look cool, and fun."

"Thanks. I- I don't mean to stare at people like that."

"Well" I grunted as I reached behind my computer desk to pull out a cable, "I think you'd look much better with a smile."

"A smile?" she scoffed. She bit her lip and thought for a moment before trying to force a smile, but ended up covering her face again. "I can't do it! It's too embarrassing."

"Sure you can!" I pulled the data cable over to Electra and handed it to her. She looked at it briefly before opening up the data port on the back of her neck and hooking it up. As she did, I got the urge to do something I'd wanted to do to her since I first saw her. I kissed her on the cheek.

Electra froze in place and blushed as a smirk slowly tip-toed across her lips. It grew wider and wider until it became a smile, and then kept going. She sat there with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on her face, and she looked adorable.

"See. Told ya you could do it. And it looks great on you." This only made her blush more until she covered her face. I lowered her hands and looked closer at her smile. Her eyes gazed back at mine until she was no longer smiling, but her lip started trembling. Before I knew it, she had leaned in and kissed me straight on the lips.

Her hands reached out to my face, dropping her shirt in her lap, as she kissed me passionately. I responded in kind, and held her shoulders close to me. Our kiss seemed to go on forever as our arms explored each other. Finally, she pulled away and gazed back into my eyes.

"Allen... I've never done anything like that before" she chirped. "Wow" she gasped.

"Wow."

"Allen? Please... Make me yours."

I was flustered by how forward she was. "You mean... sex?"

"Oh! No... I didn't mean that! I mean, not right now... I meant... programming. I want you to be my permanent user. I mean... It's not like I'm against it or anything. I just... don't know how... stupid..."

"Oh! Right! Sorry" I chuckled. She giggled with me, and gave me a sultry smile.

"You're much cuter than I expected" I smiled. "Are you ready?"

I sat down at the computer next to her, and launched my android programming software. As soon as the program was launched and I clicked the "Connect" button, she gasped.

"Whoa... That feels wired."

"Aren't you used to this in your lab?" I wondered.

"They always shut me down first" she clarified.

"Would you rather I-?"

"No! Please, don't shut me down" she interrupted. "I don't want to miss a second with you."

"Alright" I confirmed before facing the computer again. "I'm going in."

I brought up a data stream of her active processes, and my pc suddenly slowed to a crawl. I was literally seeing all her thoughts and perceptions in real-time. It was kinda freaky, and my computer couldn't really handle it. I turned off the live stream, and started activating her different programs and protocols, starting with her primary setup.

She sat by silently and patiently as I started to explore and tweak inside her head. One of the first areas I explored was her personality matrix. I was curious to see how advanced and complex her personality was, since I had never before seen an android with half the presence she had, and I was not disappointed. Her mind was incredibly intricate, and yet intuitive. It was easy to navigate, allowing me to dive in deeper or pull out and look at broader settings. Her personality alone could keep me busy for a month. As I marveled at her makeup, she gently placed a hand on my arm.

"Please don't change who I am, Allen. I rather do that on my own over time" she requested with a gentle but stern tone.

"Of course! I didn't mean to- I was just looking." I quickly left that area of her AI and moved around into another.

"If you could please change my registration and primary protocols first..." she suggested.

Nodding, I found what she was asking about. "Sure thing. Just give me a moment." I looked around some more, peaking at protocols and registry files, before I finally found the first thing I needed to change. The user registry was listing me as her 'master user', but not directly. It defined the master user as the current operator of the warehouse. In her contacts list, everyone she ever met was listed with varying amounts of data. I found myself, and was surprised to see how detailed it was. She knew about my birthdate, my address, my phone numbers, email, blog, my cat's name... and of course I was listed as the current operator.

With a few simple and efficient, but ingenious, keystrokes, I turned my temporary registry into a permanent one. However, with this change, several warnings and errors popped up. Several had to do with her primary protocols, such as returning to the lab every night, and following orders, etc. This was going to take a while after all. I decided to replace her urge to return to her lab every night into one where she checks in with me instead.

As I typed away, changing things in her head a little at a time, my cat, Hardy, made an entrance. He's not a small cat by any means, in fact he is a fat cat in every sense of the word, and lazy. But he gets where he wants and often without me even knowing it. I didn't even notice him come in until Electra let out a cute "Oh!"

I turned to see Hardy sitting in her lap. It looked like Electra didn't know what to do with the cat, and just stared at him with her hands up. "Is this your cat?" she asked. I nodded. "Why is he on my lap?"

"He must like you. He never sits on people he doesn't like."

"Is there... something I should be doing?" she wondered.

"Well... you could try petting him. He won't bite."

Awkwardly, Electra started to pat Hardy on the head, and then ran her hand down his back. He pushed up his butt as she got to his tail and she chirped in excitement. She petted him again, a little more casually, and he pushed into her hand again. A little purr started to emanate from the lazy tabby, and I knew he was happy as I turned around to get back to work.

"What's that?" she asked.

"What?"

"That noise? Did I break him?"

"No" I laughed. "He's purring; that means he likes it."

"... Purring..."

"You've never been around animals have you?" I asked.

"No."

"Well you're doing fine. So..." I started to chat as I worked, since she wasn't doing anything. "Do you have a last name or anything?"

"Nuh-uh" she denied. "I've always been either Electra or XTA-12"

"XTA-12?"

"It's my model number. I prefer Electra."

"That's fine with me." I finished up with some protocols and began to look into her more general programs.

"Allen" she began. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Nope. And I don't have a boyfriend either" I joked.

"Oh! You're gay?! I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

"No, I'm not gay! I was just saying you never know. I'm not seeing anyone and I'm straight."

"Oh... Good" she answered. "I mean... it's not good that you're alone... I just... geez!"

"I know what you mean. So are you seeing anyone?" I inquired.

"Not unless you're-"

"Nuh-uh-uh..." I interrupted her thought. "I'm going to do this right. No asking me out. That's my job."

"Says who?" she scoffed. "This isn't the 21st century anymore. Girls can ask guys out too!"

"Then call me old fashioned. So? Are you seeing anyone?"

"No" she replied curtly.

"Then would you like go out with me?"

I waited for a while to hear her response. Something was off. I looked behind me to her to see she was sitting staring at me. "No I would not like to" she said bluntly. My mouth hung open. "I would love to!" I could feel both of us blushing as she accepted my feelings for her. She really was something!

Hardy jumped out of her lap. This mushy stuff was too much for him. His abrupt exist prompted me to get back to work. For a while, I worked in silence, typing away at codes, changing and adjusting things, until all the errors and backward protocols were no longer there. Once I was satisfied with the state of things, I did one last sweep, and discovered something missing, something very important.

"Electra?" She looked up at me as I faced her. "Do you know anything about... um... you know...?"

"What?"

"... Sex?" I nervously asked.

She blushed but answered. "Of- Of course! It's something two people in love do; it's supposed to feel really good."

"But do you know how it's done?"

She thought for a moment, looking up in thought. "Sorry, I don't have any programming on that."

"Are you capable of sex?"

"I don't really know. I'm interested in it, but I have no idea if I can or not."

"Well..." I coughed to clear my throat. "Do you-" another cough, "Do you have a... vagina?"

"Well I wouldn't be a girl without one. Why?" She seemed oblivious to what I was asking.

"You do know what it's for, right?" I questioned.

"Well, isn't that where I pee?"

"You pee?"

"Of course. I eat and drink, I have to pee, stupid" she scoffed.

"Can I... um... take a look at it?"

"What? Why would you want to see that?"

I cleared my throat again before speaking. "I need to see what your hardware is before I can go any farther." This really was my intent, but I couldn't help but want to see her most private part.

"Is it really that important?" she asked with a dubious expression.

"If you want to go out with me, it is imperative."

She thought for a moment, blushing crimson. "A- alright. For you. Should I...?"

"Just lean back and pull your panties to the side" I instructed. She turned her head to the side and did as I ordered, spreading her legs and clenching her eyes closed.

I leaned in to look at her well-trimmed mound. Sure enough, she looked totally human, but her vaginal lips were closed and I really needed to make sure it was a properly functioning unit.

"Could you umm... spread the lips?" I requested.

"The what?" she asked. "W- Why... why don't you do it?"

"Alright. I'll be gentle." I reached out and touched her thigh, and then her soft folds. They were slightly moist, but otherwise dry and clearly not excited. She gasped at my touch, her legs trembling, but allowed me to continue. Carefully, I spread the two outer lips to the sides.

"Why do you want to see where I pee? This is so embarrassing!" she objected, but didn't stop me. Sure enough, she was completely intact. I was tempted to explore her further, but she was not at all wet, and it probably would have been painful for her. Instead, I retracted my hand, and sat up.

"Thank you very much. I saw all that I needed." She let out a sigh of relief and straightened her panties again. Closing her legs, she sat up and looked inquisitively at me, as though she was trying to understand what I was doing.

"What does my ability to pee have to do with sex?" she asked.

Clearly she was in need of an anatomy lesson about her own body, but I wasn't really in the mood to give her one. "That isn't how it works actually. Don't worry, you'll understand soon."

She huffed and curled up slightly as I continued to work. I checked her hardware systems in her programming to see what connections there were, and through the tens of thousands of connections, I managed to filter out what I needed to know. Sure enough, she was mentally and physically able to make love, but she still lacked even the basic programming. Her ability to learn would make it possible for her to eventually perform, but her body would still not react properly, and it would be more painful for her. It was like she was a horny girl in an asexual body. No matter how much she'd want it, she'd never fully understand it or be able to appreciate it.

I had to remedy this. She had several other settings I wanted to change, several other programming needs she could benefit from, and lots more protocols to refine, but this was one I feel we both would appreciate if I could make it work. Several robot enthusiast websites would post various programs for daily activities, and among them were sexual programs. They were a far cry from what she'd need with her advanced body, but it was a starting place. I grabbed some of the most basic of these, as well as several other daily chores programs, and got to work.

It took longer than I expected, but I managed to customize these programs to her with surprising efficiency. A hidden series of codes were lying dormant inside her head which looked like the beginnings of a sexual activity program. I adapted this to fit the new downloads, and activated them. This would allow her to physically react when she was turned on, getting her ready for sex, and allowing her body to enjoy the sensation. Of course, this was untested, and I had no idea if it would work, but I was hoping to have a little fun figuring it out.

"Allen?" Electra asked while I worked on the final touches. "Will you keep me safe forever? I'm scared they'll find me."

"Who?"

"The lab, the company... I don't want to die."

"I won't let that happen." I sure hoped it didn't end up in some kind of situation where I'd have to protect or hide her. If they were going to dismantle her, couldn't they just give her to me instead? I shook these thoughts out of my head as she scooted up next to me in the chair and laid her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks" she confided. "What do you think about me Allen? Honestly!"

I thought about it for a moment. "I like you."

"Just like?"

"Well I like you a lot."

"Is that all?" she cooed.

"I like you enough to want to see if this can grow into something more."

She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Me too."

With a grand gesture and a flourish of typing, I completed the final line of code I was willing to complete that night. At last I was ready to compile everything, and execute it. With a single click of my mouse, the code was setup and waiting for Electra.

"Are you ready?" I asked her.

She sat up straight and gave me a nod. "Yes." My finger clicked the button, and Electra gasped again as data flooded into her system. "Ohhh... my..." she said as the data invaded her mind. She sat still for a bit as the data installed.

"You okay?" I asked.

"New data uploaded, this unit will now restart" she announced. With that, she breathed out and hunched over. She was still for over a minute after that. Did I just screw something up? Did she just crash? What did I do? To my relief, she started breathing again and blinked her eyes open. Sitting up, she looked straight at me.

"How do you feel?"

"... Different" she replied.

"Different good?"

"I think so. Allen? I think you did it... I think... yes! You are my registered master!"

"Thank god!" We stood up and hugged, although I ended up disconnecting her from my computer as I did so.

"Allen... I..." she began as she looked up at me, still in my arms. "I feel funny. Like... that thing you did earlier to me... when you were looking at me down there... is making me tingle. I-"

Her eyes locked onto mine, her lips trembled, her entire body shook, and she leaped up into my arms to kiss me. I didn't expect it, but I welcomed her embrace. Her kiss had suddenly gotten much better than before, and she started to moan in the middle of it.

"Ohhh... Allen. I... I want... something... hold me!" she commanded as she jumped into my arms again, this time wrapping her legs around me.

I held her body up as she pressed herself to me in a passionate kiss. Her tongue moved wildly inside my mouth. Her warmth wet lips were sweeter than candy, and I soon found my tongue caressing hers. Holding her up, I walked out of the room, and into my bedroom. Thankfully I just cleaned the sheets, but something told me I'd have to do it again pretty soon. I sat down on the bed as she continued to embrace me. My member grew hard at her affections, and in this position, she was rubbing directly against it. She moaned and sighed as we finally broke the kiss.

"Electra, are you enjoying this?"

"Allen... yes..." she moaned. "What is this? I feel amazing. You feel amazing. I want... I want you to touch me there again" she begged. She started to gyrate her hips against me, rubbing her sex against mine, and arousing us both.

As I held her against me, I managed to unclasp her bra, and it fell to the floor between us. Electra squealed when her breasts were exposed to me, but as soon as I caressed them, her moans got louder. Her tits were perfect. Maybe they were a little small, but they fit her svelte body perfectly. I absolutely loved them, and she was clearly sensitive there too!

"Something weird is happening!" she complained but didn't object. "No... Ah!! Don't pinch my nipples so hard! AH!"

I stood up again, holding her, and turned around, dropping her to the bed. She mewed as she fell to the bed, and looked up at me with lustful eyes. I tore my clothes off, and smiled at her reaction when she saw how large I had gotten.

"Is... is that normal?” she asked.

"When having sex it is" I explained.

"Sex? We're having sex? We're having sex!"

I pulled her panties off her flawless hot ass and leaned in between her legs to get a better look. With a single touch, I could tell she was already soaking wet, like her body has been yearning for this but was never able to get it until now. She squirmed under my touch as I caressed her womanhood. I leaned in closer and spread her pussy lips open. Her vagina walls were pulsing with anticipation as her fluids dripped out. Even her clitoris was enlarged and ready for me. My tongue caressed her sensitive areas, and tasted her essence. As soon as I licked her clitoris, she arched her back and closed her legs around my head.

"OHHHH!!!" she yelled as she came for the first time. "What was that?! What-" she suddenly seemed to be aware of something she wasn't before. Perhaps it was the programming, but whatever it was triggered something wild inside her. Her legs and body convulsed slightly, but she frantically grabbed at me. With a single motion, she pulled me onto the bed and mounted herself on top. "Stick it inside me Allen! I need it!"

"Stick what inside you?" I asked teasing her.

"Your penis" she cooed. "It goes inside right? Or would you rather...?" She leaned over me and grabbed my hand, placing it on the base of the front of her neck before pushing in and holding it. With a familiar click, her chest swung open to expose her mechanical nature. Inside, I saw lights and wires and circuits and artificial organs of all kinds. Her frame work followed the anatomy of the human form, allowing her to breathe and twist and move naturally without any damage to her parts or deformations to her flawless figure. I could see a ton of complicated robotics reaching all the way through her, and I could even see her plastic heart beating inside the cavity where her left breast used to be. "Does this turn you on master?" she asked coyly.

"Yes, it does" I admitted honestly, "but, I rather see you for who you are..." I reached up and closer each side of her chest, one at a time, taking the time to enjoy feeling her breasts and teasing her as I did it. "... The beautiful, sexy, shy, wonderful girl I crushed on since I first saw her."

She almost started crying, but instead bombarded me with a barrage of kisses. "Oh Allen!" I couldn't take much more of this myself, and my little man began knocking at her door. "OH! Allen!" Electra squealed.

Carefully, I guided my hard rod into her soft warm wet folds. She mewed and squealed with pleasure as I slowly pushed myself to the very base, all the way inside her. "You feel amazing Electra!"

"Allen! I can't think straight! More! Thrust inside me!" She groaned in my ear as I ravaged her, out bodies awkwardly slapping against each other at first, but slowly picking up speed and synchronizing to the other's motion. I turned her to her back and continued to thrust my way inside her. As I picked up speed and started really giving it to her, she buckled and kicked in orgasmic pleasure. "AHH! OOHHH!!! GOD! Allen, YES! Fuck Me! I'M CUMMING! I- AH! AHHHHH!!!"

We fucked like rabbits the entire night. Wave after wave of pleasure filled her body, and somehow I always found the energy to give her more. I got a bigger bang (pun intended) out of making her cum than myself. Something about watching her reach the pinnacle of pleasure again and again made me the happiest man on earth. As 4am rolled around, I was pleasuring her from behind, holding her body up by her arms, and pumping as hard as I could into her body. Her final explosive orgasm made me cum as well, and we lay there the rest of the morning in bed together, sleeping with her in my arms. I had found the girl that I wanted to live with, but could it last? I was not sure what the future would bring, but one thing was for certain, I would do whatever I could to stay with this girl, robot or not.

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2013-08-19T17:07:27Z

Gynoneko: Added Electra story

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The Christmas Present

2010-12-20T15:34:58Z

Gynoneko: Posted my latest Christmas story

== '''The Christmas Present''' ==
'''- or -'''
== '''Joy to the World''' ==

''by Gynoneko''

It was going to be another one of those lonely Christmases this year. Every year was the same thing. I’d get up, start my day, get depressed, and go back to bed. It looked like this would be no exception to the norm, and I expected that. I was always alone this time of year, in fact, I was always alone any time of year. It’s been years since I last spoke to my parents, and my girlfriend left me ages ago. It felt like a lifetime ago now, but it must have been what, 6 years? I had never been out on another date since.

My life used to consist of going to work, and coming home to sleep. I managed to break that cycle a few years ago, by working from home. Now I get paid without even leaving my house. The only time I would have walked out the front door was to get the mail, or pick up some food. It was a sad existence, and I wallowed in my self-loathing and depression all year long. I’d get up, type on the computer all day, eat one meal, and repeat the next day.

I remember the day that changed for me. It was New Year’s Eve, last year, when I was watching my television for broadcasts of the ball dropping. It was the same as every year. A bunch of crazy people would get overly excited about a ball of glass slowly lowering down a pole. How was this exciting? Maybe if they dropped the giant crystal ball in the middle of Time’s Square and watched the glass shards go flying everywhere into the audience, it would be more entertaining. Every year I hoped I’d see that; every year I was disappointed.

During one of the commercial breaks, I got up to get more soda, when I saw a genuine plea for help. Usually I don’t go for those cheesy ultra-dramatic commercials asking for money for the poor starving children, but this one was somehow different. I saw a young boy with nothing, no family, no house, no friends, and I saw how he suffered every day. I saw in this little boy, a part of me. There was something inside me that was hurting, just like this boy did. While this child was helpless and innocent, I was neither. I could make a difference; I could go out there and help people. I had ample free time, since I worked from home most the day. I could even cut back on the hours and do something for a change.

Right then and there, I made a decision. I knew that if I didn’t act on it now, I’d forget about it. So, instead of grabbing another soda, I grabbed the phone, and dialed in the number. It felt good to give money to those who needed it more than me. But it wasn’t enough. I deserved to give them more, and they deserved more than what I could give. I found myself, later that night, volunteering at the local homeless shelter, feeding the homeless for the New Year.

It was a great feeling, but it was also a lot of work. I continued to volunteer there throughout the next month, and into the month after. Soon I found myself looking for more places I could volunteer my time to help out those in need. For that entire year, I dedicated myself to helping others. Perhaps it was a way to feel better about myself; perhaps it was a way to forget about the pains of my past. It was hard to say, especially since I could never forget the past, just shove it out of my mind for a while, and as soon as I remembered it, I would feel shitty again. At least while I was doing something, I knew I was making a difference, and I was helping out these other people.

I was still as lonely as ever though. Most of the volunteers are not that young. In fact, I’m the youngest there by about a decade. You’d think more cute girls would want to donate their time to help others, but the fact is they’d rather go shopping. I never ran into anyone my age at the shelters or volunteer meetings. All my time was dedicated to work and volunteering, I had no time to have a social life, not like I would have had one anyways. I’d still go home every night alone and depressed. This year had been a busy one, but was I any better off than I was the year before? Christmas was already here, and once again, my Christmas tree stood in the corner with few decorations, and no presents under it. Once again, this would be a shitty Christmas.

I awoke on Christmas morning after a long night of tossing and turning. I figured, since I had the day off from both volunteer services and work, I’d do what I always did. I’d get up, take a shower, eat breakfast, watch TV, get too depressed to watch any more, and go back to bed. What else was there to do anyways? The shelters were open, but there had been a heavy snow storm overnight, and they head of the organization called me yesterday to tell me not to come in, since I lived too far away and the snow was pretty bad. I was essentially snowed in. ''A white Christmas. Shit!''

I crawled out of bed, and shuffled my way into the bathroom. It took about 10 minutes for the water to finally heat up, and I took a nice warm shower. It felt good, but only lasted for about 2 minutes, before the water started to get cold again. Damn snow! I jumped out of the quickly cooling shower, into the icy cold air of my bathroom. I shivered my way to the mirror, which was crystal clear without a smidgen of steam on it, and dragged a comb through my hair. After brushing my teeth, I hurried into the bedroom to put on something warm, like a space suite maybe. Lacking anything sufficiently warm in my closet, I threw on the only Christmas sweater I had, a pair of sweat pants, and slippers.

I wandered out of the bedroom and through the living room, to the kitchen. I noticed my Christmas tree lights were still on, I probably forgot to turn them off last night. I made a quick stop to the thermostat on the wall behind the tree, and leaned around the tall present to adjust the temperature in the room, it was freezing in here! I turned on the coffee maker, and grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal, the crappy sweet stuff that would make your teeth rot. It was the only kind I would eat.

I was just about to pour the milk, when I noticed something was off. My tree lights were on, but I know I turned them off last night. The place was freezing but the thermostat was set to 75 already. But there was something else… I’m surprised it took me so long to notice the large present standing up next to my tree! It must have been at least 5 and-a-half feet tall, maybe taller! Where in the world did that come from? I didn’t put it there, and no one else had been here. Maybe someone broke into my house last night, which would explain the temperature and the lights. But to leave a present instead of taking one was insane! What the hell was going on?! No one ever gave me presents!

I stumbled over to the present, disbelieving what I was seeing. I cautiously took a closer look at the package. It was a giant red present, with ornate dark red filigree on the surface. The paper looked very expensive, and out-decorated the rest of my house combined! It had to be about 2 feet by 2 feet by 5 and-a-half feet, standing upright. A large ribbon adorned the top of the gift, with gold edges that sparkled in the light. A small tag was attached to one side of the gift, and I carefully read it out loud.

''“In thanks for all the good you’ve done,
We thought you deserved this.
A gift to keep you company,
And get you through hardships.
- Santa Claus”''

The note was signed by Santa!? I studied it a little closer, to make sure this wasn’t some kind of a hoax. The tag was made out of a very nice paper, ornately decorated with filigree patterns and gold leaf. The writing was hand-written, in beautiful calligraphy. I was amazed at how professional it looked, almost like it belonged in a movie. I looked around to see if someone was secretly filming me. Last thing I wanted was to be pranked in my own house. I shut all the blinds and curtains, and searched for anyone who might be hiding, or any cameras that might be observing. There was nothing. This looked legit, and I didn’t know anyone who would want to prank me anyways. Santa really came to my place, and gave me the largest gift I had ever seen!

Eagerly, I tore open the package. I felt bad ripping such nice paper, so I tried to at least tear it into big sheets, so I could use it again myself. As I peeled away the paper skin, a large box with bright red and green graphics covering it was revealed. It read “Christmas Fembot” on the front in big bold letters, and said ''“Made in Santa’s Workshop, North Pole”'' under that. A fembot, like in the sci-fi shows I watch? This I had to see! It seemed even Santa’s elves were helping out with this one.

At the top of the front panel of the box was a plastic window. Looking inside, I could vaguely see a face of a girl, apparently asleep although completely still. I carefully pulled the front of the box loose, pulling away the lid and placing it against the wall next to me. Inside stood a completely still figure of a girl in what appeared to be her 20’s. She had a cute round face, with a small nose and freckles. She was completely naked except for a conveniently placed large red ribbon and bow. I got the impression that she was wrapped like a gift, the ribbon covering her breasts and crotch. There were also red ribbons tied around her ankles, her wrists, her neck, and her waist. Her auburn hair was long and fell naturally in back of her, and her skin was fair and flawless. Well, not quite flawless. As I got a closer look at her, I noticed that she actually had faint lines all over her body, what looked like seams or joints. She was covered in them, in large geometric shapes all over her body. It took me a moment to realize these were probably the edges of her access panels, that is, if she really was a robot.

“Hey you!” I yelled at her… I got no response. “GAAHH!!” I yelled, trying to startle her. Still I got nothing from her. I reached out and pinched her arm. She was cold, but soft. Her skin felt nice, despite the lack of warmth. I pinched harder, but she did nothing. There was no way this was a human girl, she was too stiff and robotic, and didn’t react to anything. This was all really happening, and I was getting as giddy as a little kid.

I stood back to take this all in again. The giant box looked more like a toy box now that I looked at it, and she was standing inside like a toy. I realized that the ribbons around her ankles, wrists, hips, and neck were acting like twisty-ties. She was even packaged like a toy, the only different being that she was a life-sized attractive girl! The twisty ties were sticking into a cardboard backing she stood up against, most likely holding her up. I couldn’t undo them without either scissors or pulling the cardboard backing out of the box. Since I still wasn’t sure I wouldn’t be punked any second now, I decided not to hold onto scissors. Instead, I grabbed her shoulders, and started to shimmy her out of the box, cardboard backing and all.

After pulling the 2 parts free, I noticed that hidden inside the bottom, or rather, the back of the box was a package of accessories. The first thing I noticed was a sexy Christmas dress, the red kind with the white trim and short skirt at the bottom. I imagined the dress on her, and I thought it was very cute. She also came with a remote control, some cables to attach her to a computer, a software DVD, and a manual the size of a novel. There was another tag stuck to the manual. This one merely said “Read Me First” on it. After removing the plastic that encased the manual, I opened it to the first page. Instead of the normal warnings and such, there was another note inside, written in the same pen and calligraphy style as the tag on the box. This note was much longer, and I read it silently to myself.

According to the note, Santa had been watching me all year. He was impressed with the charity work I was doing, but noticed that I was not getting anything in return. While he commended my actions, he also felt that I needed some help in order to keep up the good work. He mentioned that he didn’t normally visit adults, especially ones without any kids; he decided to make an exception in my case. Santa was hoping more people would turn to do good deeds, and he would be able to start giving back to adults as well. Who knew Santa really existed? And that his elves could build fembots?!

The note continued to say that his elves worked very hard on this project all year, and cooked up something special for me. Since I was their first adult client, they wanted to go all out, and made her “fully functional”. I’m not sure if that meant what I thought it meant, or if Santa understood it either by the choice of his words. It ended with a sweet and corny phrase, and an ominous post script.

''“Her name is Joy, and I hope she brings you joy this Christmas and all year.
- Santa
P.S. I probably won’t be seeing you again next year, so make sure you don’t break her.”''

Santa is the MAN!

I glanced through the rest of the book, and read enough to know how to turn her on and give her basic instructions. I was too excited to read the whole book; I wanted to try her out.

I started to untie the ribbons around her ankles, freeing her feet from the cardboard backing. Next, I released her wrists. I found another ribbon hidden behind her head, attached to her hair, holding her head up. It was thinner than the others, with the same filigree pattern the packaging had on it, and it seemed to be made to tie in her hair as a decoration. I made sure to keep that one with the dress for later. Untying this ribbon made her head fall forward, and I realized she was not going to just stand there as I finished untying her. As soon as she was freed, she’d collapse to the floor. So I decided to lean her forward, and catch her body with my left arm, as I untied the last 2 remaining ties with my right. Her torso fell into my arm as the twisty tie around her neck was released, and I felt her soft realistic body under my hand. Her breasts were indeed very soft, and still covered by the large ribbon tied around her chest. Next came the one around her hips, and I had to grab her under the arms to catch her before she fell.

Carefully, I sat her on the floor, in front of the tree. She naturally fell into a very cute position, but I had to lean her against the box to keep her from falling over. She just sat there, unmoving and silent, like a giant toy on Christmas morning. In fact, that is exactly what she was. The faint seams around her skin were at first a little unnerving, but I actually started to find them rather intriguing and found they added a certain appeal to her.

Following the instruction I skimmed over, I pushed in her soft belly-button for 5 seconds, and waited for her to start up. I kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting. After was seemed a week, I tried again, and got the same result. Something was wrong. Maybe she was already broken?! How was I supposed to get her fixed? I grabbed the manual again, and started going through it, page by page.

I still couldn’t find anything in the manual about this after half an hour of looking. I had started to read it cover-to-cover, just to make sure I didn’t miss something small somewhere. About half way through, I gave up and threw my hands in the air in frustration. The first Christmas something good actually happens to me, and it’s broken before I can even turn it on. I got up, frustrated, and ate breakfast.

While I ate, I kept looking back at the girl sitting on the floor in front of my tree. She was really very cute, and aroused me more than I had been aroused in years. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The packaging was very unusual too. They wrapped her up like a doll, and even included a dress. The graphics on the front of the box looked like something you’d see in either a toy store or an anime. It was big, bold, and round, and was screaming “Christmas” with its bright colors.

It was about this time I noticed some small text on the side of the box. I turned my head sideways, because it was printed running up the side. I read it aloud, a bad habit of mine.

''“Batteries Not Included.”'' What?! There were no batteries in her!

I quickly grabbed the manual, and flipped to the page about batteries. Of course it was only one line in the back of it, but I found it. Unfortunately, it said she took some bizarre custom-designed battery, the kind you’d probably have to order directly online from Japan. Not only that, but she took 4 of them! Where was I going to get one of these batteries, when I didn’t even know what it looked like? My frustration grew as I flipped through more of the manual, hoping it would offer me a solution.

It didn’t. However, during my frustration, I noticed something I hadn’t before. While I glanced between the manual and the robot girl sitting by my tree, I saw another package, a much smaller one, hidden behind her, where it was previously blocked from view by the larger box. I crawled over to it, and pulled it out from under the tree. It was a heavy box, even though it wasn’t that big. This one had a very similar appearance as the larger box did, but with a much smaller bow on it. The tag on this one was in a different but equally pretty handwriting. It read ''“From Mrs. Claus. Santa always forgets to pack the batteries”''. I tore open the packaging, and inside were 4 custom-designed batteries, the type that I would normally have to order from the internet, and would perfectly fit inside my new Joy robot. Thank you Mrs. C!

Reviewing the instructions for installing the batteries, which were oddly not printed in the manual for her but in the box for the batteries, I turned Joy to her side, to let me get a better view of her back. Along one seam was a miniscule hole, so small I mistook it for a tiny mole. I grabbed the thinnest thing I could get, a needle, and sat back down behind the fembot. The needle was a tight fit, but it slid inside without too much force, until I heard a “click”.

Suddenly, the panel on her back popped open slightly, and I swung it open the rest of the way to peer inside. It was amazing. She had circuits and wires and different metals and plastics all throughout the panel, and it reached deep inside her body. I gazed in amazement at her for a while, admiring the mechanics of her body, the brilliance of her design. She was beautiful inside and out. When I was done gawking, I slid the 4 batteries into place. They looked almost like giant AA batteries, and they clicked into place on either side of her metallic spine. Instantly, parts of her internal circuitry started to light up. I closed the panel, expecting her to move, but she didn’t. I didn’t push her on switch yet.

Setting her so she was facing in front of me again, I pushed in her belly button and held it for 5 seconds. A digital chime chirped from inside her body, and she sat up straight. Her eyes glowed green while she turned on, and faded out as soon as she was finished.

“Thank you” she said in a sweet and feminine voice. It was very cute and realistic sounding. “I am the latest gynoid model designed by Santa’s workshop. My name is Joy. Merry Christmas, Master.”

I melted at her words. There were so many things I wanted to ask her, and do with her. I still didn’t know how to use the remote she came with. Heck, I didn’t even know what she was capable of doing.

“Merry Christmas, Joy” I replied with a smile on my face. She smiled back sweetly. “What are your primary functions, Joy?” I asked.

“To please and serve my master. I am capable of cooking, cleaning, doing household chores, running errands, and can be programmed for a variety of other tasks. I was designed to assist you with all your needs, including your volunteer work.” She sounded very realistic, and her voice was so melodic, almost like bells. I hadn’t heard a voice like that in ages.

“What about your battery life, and your recharge time?” I asked, hoping to hear more of her melodious voice.

“My battery life is 18 hours on a full charge” she answered. “My recharge time is 6 hours.”

“Do I have to say anything to get you to follow my commands?” I never owned a robot like this; I doubt anyone had, so I wasn’t sure if she needed to be treated differently.

“You can issue me any commands you like.” This was sounding pretty good. “You do not need to address me as anything special, Master, but please call me Joy when it pleases you.” Master? I liked the sound of that, although it’d get awkward if she called me that in public. I’d have to tell her to use my name instead. But maybe later, I wanted her to keep calling me Master for the rest of the day.

“Tell me about your A.I., Joy.”

“I am using a fully programmable A.I. with a personality interface. Right now I am set to ‘Christmas Morning’. You can change that any time if you’d like, Master.

I asked her a few more questions about herself, enjoying her euphonious voice as she spoke. I stood up, stretching my legs, after a few more minutes of chatting with her. She raised her hand toward me, indicating she wanted me to help her up. I offered my hand to her, and gently pulled her to her feet. Her hand was soft and warm, no longer cold as it was before. She stood next to me, a good foot shorter, and looked up at me with big green eyes. I couldn’t help but notice her curves as she stood there wearing only a ribbon tied in a bow. A thought occurred to me.

“Joy, the elves said you were ‘fully functional’. Do you know what that means?” I asked her.

“Yes, Master” she replied. “It means I am capable of fulfilling your sexual desires as well as domestic ones.” My pants got tighter as she talked. I gulped.

“So you can have sex?” I asked sheepishly.

“Yes, Master” she replied, with a certain purr in her voice. I cleared my throat.

“Could we… try it now?”

“But Master, you haven’t finished opening your present.” She stood there facing me, and held her arms out to her side, bent upwards at the elbows, in an adorably cute fashion, showing off her body and the bow tied in front.

Reaching out, I grabbed one of the strands of the bow, and pulled it forward. The bow got smaller and smaller as I pulled out the ribbon, until it popped out of existence. The ribbon was still wrapped around her chest and crotch, but now that the bow was out, it was pulling off her quickly. She giggled as the ribbon fell off her chest, revealing her perfect C-cup breasts with perky nipples. The bottom half of the ensemble fell away just as easily and she stood there before me, completely naked. Her vagina was well trimmed, and the patch of fur above her crotch was shaped like mistletoe! It was rather intricate, and I’m sure some elf at the North Pole spent a long time designing that!

I stood there a moment and took in her naked beauty. She smiled and giggled, spinning in a circle to give me a full view. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Just as I was about to grab her and take her right there, she put one finger to my lips, and whispered into my ear.

“Master, shall we spend the rest of the day in the bedroom?”

My mind was thinking ''“Oh God yes!”'', but my lips managed to say “I think that’s a good idea.” I watched as Joy went to the fridge, pulled out the can of whipped cream, and sauntered off to the bedroom, looking over her shoulder at me and winking before going in.

“Thank you, Santa!” This was promising to be a very good year after all. For once, I didn’t mind spend the rest of the day in bed. I could definitely agree with Santa, he wouldn’t be seeing me next year; I was going to be very very bad!

'''''The End'''''
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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===
#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/Faceless001|Faceless001]]===
#[[Fantastic Voyage]]
#[[The Carbon Man]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===
#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===
#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===
#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===
#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===
#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===
#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

===[[Stories/General|General]]===
#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===
#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===
#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===
#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===
#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]

===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===
#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===
#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===
#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===
#[[Robbery]]

===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===
#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===
#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===
#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/Joeythegoth|Joeythegoth]]===
#[[Shirley]]
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===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===
#[[Crash]]

===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===
#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===
#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Anton]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===
#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]]
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===
#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===
#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===
#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===
#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===
#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===
#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Maax|Maax]]===
#[[Cyber Angels]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===
#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===
#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===
#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===
#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===
#[[Lily's Story]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===
#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]

===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===
#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===
#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
#[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Prototype]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===
#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/Robotman|Robotman]]===
*[[Story universe (Robotman)|Story universe]]
#[[Halloween Treat script]]
#[[The Mission]]
#[[H is for Heuristic]]
#[[36+1]]
#[[Soccer Mom Unit]]
#[[Kaitlin The Phonebot]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===
#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===
#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===
#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===
#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===
#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===
#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===
#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===
#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===
#[[Untitled (Serf)|Untitled]]
#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===
#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===
#[[Maid To Order]]
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]]
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]]
#[[My Keeper]]
#[[Identity]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[Jumper...]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Yard Sale]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===
#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===
#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]

===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===
#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
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==Collaborative efforts==
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===
*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
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===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===
#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]

===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===
*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]
#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
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[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

Third Time's The Charm

2010-11-08T04:12:47Z

Gynoneko:

'''Third Time’s the Charm'''

''by GynoNeko''

She awoke to the sounds of laboratory machines beeping and buzzing. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, fluttering them to life. Her eyes were of a light blue color, beautiful and sensual, and young. She looked to be a young girl, of about 18 or 20. Her slender body lay limply on the covered table, draped in a white sheet. Her breathing got steadily heavier; her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her small upturned nose was very adorable, and her bleach blond hair was done up in a pair of pigtails. I stood there waiting for her to sit up, or even look around the room, but she just laid there stiff and unmoving.

“Charm, sit up” I ordered, remembering that I was supposed to be giving her commands.

“Yes master” the girl said in a monotone voice as she straight sat up on the lab table. Slowly, the blanket fell down from her chest, revealing a perky pair of B cup breasts. She remained sitting like that, staring straight, ahead as I admired her young body.

“Ok. Now Charm, sit on the edge of the table and remove the sheet.” She did as I commanded with another monotone “Yes master”, revealing to me the rest of her porcelain skin. Her stomach was well-toned and lean, her body was athletic and yet petite. Her legs were just as lean as the rest of her, and were long and shapely. She was quite attractive.

I cleared my throat. “Charm, what is your primary function?” I asked the young girl.

“To please my master in any way he wants” she replied in that high-pitched drone voice. She sounded very mechanical, almost like one of those automated voice answering services you hear on the phone. I had to restrain myself from telling her to say ''“To speak to a technician, please press 1”''. She sat there, breathing calmly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I just watched for a while.

“Charm, stand up” I commanded her. She replied with the same “Yes master”, looked down at the floor and slid off the table, using her arms to stable herself as she landed. I watched as she stood at attention, awaiting my next command. I observed her body some more, noting that her pubic hair was short and neatly trimmed, in a small rectangle above her womanhood. Her pigtails fell down to around her nipples, resting gently on either side of her breasts. When standing fully erect, she was about 5’4”, at least half a foot shorter than me. She wasn’t the only thing there standing erect.

“I am going to test your motor systems now, Charm. Do 20 jumping jacks” I told her. She did not hesitate with my command, and started doing full arm-swinging jumping jacks in place. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down with each movement. It was hypnotic and arousing. All I could do was giggle to myself as I watched her. I felt so juvenile, but it was fun. Once she finished, she stood there, breathing a little heavier, staring straight ahead.

“Charm, hop on one foot, spin in a circle with one hand on your head, and sing the ''Major-General’s Song''” I ordered her, feeling a bit silly. She paused a moment, thinking, and then put one hand on her head, pointing downward, the other hand on her hip, and hopped on one foot in a circle singing the first 2 lines from the famous Gilbert and Sullivan song. I didn’t want to test her memory on 19th Century comic operas, so I commanded her to stop, and she did, facing me again.

“Excellent, Charm” I laughed, while clapping. “Now I want you to touch yourself” I ordered her. She stood there, motionless. It took me a minute to realize, but that was not a command, only a request. I corrected myself “Charm. Touch yourself”.

“Where should I touch myself?” she asked. Of course, she was not going to make this easy.

“Charm, I want you to touch your vagina” I said, thinking I got the best of her by giving her a full command string, and not just saying ''“your pussy”''. She’d probably just stand there again unless I gave her a full command line.

She remained motionless. I realized a second later that I did it again. “Charm, touch your pussy” I ordered, a little impatient.

“Yes master” she replied, and placed her hand on her vagina. This was not what I was looking for, but it was going to take more than that to deter me.

“Charm” I said slowly, as patiently as I could, “I want- no. Rub your vagina in a sexy way, while tryin- until you get yourself off- to orgasm”. I hoped my mid-sentence corrections would not confuse her.

To my delight, she gave me a small smile, looking me in the eyes briefly, and gave me a sexy “Yes master” before her hand started to rub her pussy in small circles. Her breathing started to increase, her face started to blush, and her eyes closed, as she continued to rub her sweet spot. I took a step closer and gazed intently as she slid her fingers back and forth over her snatch, slowly spreading her legs to give herself easier access. It was a little hard to see from that angle, her hand sort of vanished between her legs and I couldn’t see the action.

“Lean against the table” I ordered her, and she leaned back, the small of her back against the table and her left hand grabbing onto the edge. She continued to rub herself, this time giving me an excellent view, as her fingers started to slide in and out of her vagina. Her breathing got heavier, and her face blushed crimson, as I watched her finger herself. I watched as she rubbed her fingers back and forth quickly over her clitoris, a sigh escaping her lips.

My penis suddenly pulsed with need at the sound of her sigh, and I grabbed her thighs, and lifted her up, placing her on the table again. I leaned her back farther, and dipped my head between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent and licking her pussy. She let out a sexy squeal as my tongue danced around on her nub. Her head fell back, and both her arms reached back and grabbed the small table in order to support her weight while I licked her vagina. I ran my tongue up and down her labia, and made small circles over her clitoris. I read online that you could do the alphabet with your tongue on a girl, and it would drive her crazy, so I did. Her body instantly reacted to this method, pushing her hips into me and moaning. She tasted great.

“Master, you ordered me to… pleasure myself… until I… reached an orgasm” she objected. “You are… violating your order. What shall I do?” She could barely get the words out, but she was right. I paused briefly, somewhere around “K”, thinking of a good solution, as she started to rub at her right breast with her hand, squeezing tightly.

“Continue to rub your clitoris, while I finger you… until you cum” I decided. She purred out a “Yes master”, and slid her hand down off her breast, and started to rub her clit again. In response, I licked my fingers and slid one inside her warm inviting snatch. She felt amazing! I watched her expression as my finger made a ''come here'' gesture inside her vagina. I was rubbing the right spot, and her face was showing it. She started to arch her back and moan as I inserted a second finger to accompany the first. Suddenly her voice exploded in loud moans that filled my lab. She started to gyrate her hips as I continued to finger her, her own hand violently rubbing at her clit the whole time. My hand was starting to get tired, but she was not going to last much longer, I’d need to hold out just a little more.

A few seconds later, her breathing and moaning peaked, and she let out a fairly loud “AHHHH!” as her body started to convulse. I could feel her climax on my hand, juices spilling out and her pussy walls clenching my fingers. My dick almost exploded as I watched the display. Her orgasm lasted for half a minute, while her legs shook and her body broke out into a sweat. When she was done, or perhaps had just had enough, I pulled out my fingers, as she grabbed her breast with her right hand again, having fulfilled the order to rub her clit until she came.

She sat there for a little bit, catching her breath, and then looked up at me. I took a step back as she straightened her back, closed her legs, and stood back up, once again taking the assumed position from before, except this time with copious amounts of fluids running down her inner thigh. “Task complete” she said while she continued to pant, trying to catch her breath. I let her relax a bit, until she caught her breath. Her face was still a bit red, but it made her look cute.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her.

She gave me a blank look and said “That does not compute. My primary function is to please my master. My pleasure is irrelevant”. She was just playing hard to get now, but anyone who came that hard was in heaven.

“Hmmm… What else should I have you do?” I asked myself thoughtfully. I pondered for a moment, and shoving aside the similar juvenile ideas, I decided to have her do some housework. “Charm, follow me upstairs.”

As I walked, she kept pace about 2 feet behind me, all the way up the stairs out of my basement. She didn’t make any mechanical sounds, but she did use very stiff movements, maybe a little too stiff. I opened the door to my cozy one-floor one-bedroom house. It wasn’t much to look at, but I kept it neat. I turned to the left and walked to the bedroom, Charm following me the entire way. Upon entering the room, I told her to wait there, and proceeded into the closet. A minute later, I emerged with a frilly white apron and a feather duster. I usually kept these around for cosplay more than anything else. No, not me, I would never wear that, but Charm likes to. I handed the apron to her. “Put this on” I instructed her.

“Yes master” she obeyed, and I thought I saw a small sly smile on her lips. She gently and mechanically held the apron, and started to put it on, over her naked body. She didn’t need any help tying the apron in back, and stood at attention again once she finished. I handed her the feather duster, and she took it in her small, dainty hands. Her hand touched mine gently and sensuously, and I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. She looked like a slutty maid wearing that apron and nothing else. The front of the apron barely covered her nipples, leaving the sides of her breasts completely exposed. The bottom frills only reached down halfway to her knees, leaving an ample amount of leg showing, but just covering all the juices she still had drying on her leg. The illusion was almost perfect, except she was still standing like a stiff machine.

“Um… I want you to act sexy” I told her. She stood there for a moment, without moving. “I mean, Charm, act sexy while dusting my room” I corrected myself. Instantly, she started to smile and shifted her weight to one side, striking a sexy pose. That was what I wanted. I watched as she sexily walked over to my dresser and started to slowly brush the feather duster over it in long slow movements. As she did this, she pushed her hips out, showing off her nice round butt. The apron did not cover her back at all, aside from the tiny bow she tied with the string. What a view! She continued on like this for maybe 5 minutes, moving from one place to another, slowly shaking her ass, while dusting around my room. Every so often, she’d look back at me while dusting, and give me that sexy ''“I want you”'' look with her eyes.

I couldn’t take much more of this. I walked over to her while she was dusting my night stand, and knelt behind her, taking in the view of her ass. As she leaned over, her pussy was in clear view. It was still glistening wet from when we were playing with it downstairs, but it seemed to be begging for more. I licked her pussy juice off of her thigh and labia, as I prepared to go in deep. She let out a short “Oh!” and quickly stood up, turned around, and bopped me on the head with the feather duster.

“Hey, what was that for?” I asked her, rubbing my head where she hit me. It didn’t hurt at all, I mean it was a feather duster, and she barely tapped me, but the visual effect was complete. She tried to walk to the end of the bed to dust the foot board, but I stood in her way.

“You aren’t ''doing'' it right” she said to me, in a quiet and annoyed voice. “You have to ''command'' me; I am your robot slave, dummy”.

Oh right! Of course, I had to command her and I already told her to dust my room, not let me give her oral sex. I cleared my throat and turned to her as she walked past me. “Charm, I want you to-” I coughed. “Cancel previous task, and let me play with your body” I commanded.

“Yes master” she responded in that same monotone voice. “Canceling previous task.” She walked up to me and stood there, still as a statue, waiting for me to pleasure her. This time, I complied.

My hands groped her tits, rubbing and caressing them, giving her a good breast massage through her thin apron. She mewed as I teased her breasts. Pulling the sides of the apron together, I revealed her perfectly shaped tits, cute and perky and flawless. She remained still, breathing heavily and enjoying every moment, as I ravaged her. My hands squeezed and pinched and massaged her chest; I relished every second of it, and got rock hard in the process. Soon, I was kissing, licking and nibbling her tits. Her nipples were hard and erect; I just loved to play with them.

At some point during all this, I got an idea looking at the pigtails lying on either side of her breasts. I lightly tugged on them and played with them for a bit, when I decided that maybe it was time for a change of scenery. “Charm, go into the closet, undress, and put on your cheerleader uniform.”

At first she shot me a curious look, but decided it was best to obey, giving an inquisitive sounding “Yes master” in response. The rules had been set, and she had to follow my commands. I watched as she walked to the closet, removed the apron, letting it drop to the floor, and put on a top and skirt. They matched, and apparently had her school colors on them. I knew this would get a kick out of her. I sat on the bed watching her. When she was done, she stood there waiting.

“Charm, come here, and pose sexy for me.” She walked out of the closed, almost forgetting to say her usual ''“yes master”'' until she was standing in front of me. She struck a sexy pose, her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips, and her head tilted. I observed her cute uniform, complete now with her hairdo. The colors of her uniform were blue and gold, and matched perfectly her hair and eyes. The skirt was short and flirty, not even reaching halfway down her thigh. Her shirt was short as well, covering her breasts, but leaving most of her mid-section exposed. Some unknown-to-me high school name ran across the front in big bold letters.

A few seconds later, she struck another pose, turning to the side, sticking out her rear, playing with a pigtail with one hand, and puckering her licks at me. She did this a few times, and I watched with excitement. Some poses were cute, others were lacking, but most were just sexy. I could tell she was really getting into it as she posed. I let her continue for a minute, and decided to take it a step further.

“Charm, give me a lap dance” I ordered. Repeating the same ''“Yes master”'' phrase again, she stiffly walked over to me, and started moving her hips to silent music. Her movements got closer as she shook her butt in my face, and undulated her body inches from me. All I could do was to stare at her. She stretched her arms up, pulling at her pigtails, and arching her back. Her shirt lifted high enough to let me see she had on no bra, but I knew that already. I took about 2 minutes of her teasing when I could take no more, I needed relief!

“Stop dancing Charm” I ordered. “Come here and suck my dick.”

She stopped, turned toward me with a smile again, and let out a monotone “Yes master”. I let her unzip my pants and pull them all the way off me. Once she had pulled down my underwear, I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs apart, and my penis at attention. She kneeled between my legs, and melted into me, taking my dick into her hand, and she started to kiss the tip of my erect penis. Her lips felt good. She started to lick the top and bottom of the head, while she wrapped one hand around the shaft of my dick, and the other caressed my balls. She was really good!

As she started licking up and down the shaft of my cock while her hands worked me, I leaned back and enjoyed the show. At first, she looked up at me while she took me in her mouth, but before long, she started to get into it herself, and my dick was all she was paying attention to. “Charm, this is the best goddamn blowjob ever” I told her. She looked up at me with a satisfied look in her eyes, and took me into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, occasionally taking my cock out of her mouth and tapping it on her tongue. She brought me to the edge of climax, when I commanded her swallow my cum. Without a word, she increased the speed, and within seconds, I reached my limit, and exploded into her mouth. She winced as I filled her mouth with my hot ejaculate. She stopped stroking, and gulped down the cum, putting her hands under her mouth as a small stream escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. She wiped it off, and swallowed again. Opening her mouth wide, she showed me she had swallowed the entire load.

She knelt there unmoving, letting go of my penis. I waited a few moments, to let my erection die down, and back up again, before giving her the next command. She just knelt there, staring at my erect penis with lustful eyes. “Charm, sit on my dick” I instructed her. She smiled, stood up, climbed onto the bed over me, and sat down on my lap, straddling me. I could feel her snatch pressing down on my dick, pushing it flat against my stomach. Her pussy was just covered by her short skirt, so I simply lifted it out of the way a bit to get a better view. She sat there a moment, the tension building, before I continued her commands.

“Rub your pussy along my dick” I told her. Without hesitation, she started to undulate her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips over my dick. It was amazing. Her slippery wet pussy covered my cock with her sweet pussy juice. My throbbing cock ached to be inside her, and she teased it like a pro. She was great at teasing, and but even better at the real thing.

“Enough play Charm. Fuck me already” I insisted.

“Yes Master” she purred; her mouth twisted into a sinister-sweet smile. She rotated her hips all the way back, pulling herself forward, just off my rod and onto my stomach. Slowly, she slid back, catching my hard penis on her crotch, and slowly guiding it into her dripping wet pussy without using her hands. She was good. In a few seconds, she had taking me inside her completely. Her pussy was warm and tight, and I could feel her juices dripping into me as she rotated her hips forward and back again. For a few minutes, we continued like that; she’d rotate her hips on and off my dick and I gently moved my hips in response.

She didn’t make a sound, aside from her breathing heavily and the naughty noises she made down below. I gave her one simple command, “Harder”, and she gladly obliged. Lifting her hips higher off me, she started to pound down lightly against me. It felt good, and I matched her movements with my own to add to the intensity. I was really getting into this, and luckily, since her blowjob, I felt like I could go on all night. As we pounded into each other, Charm began to make small mews and moans, really adding to the experience. She arched her back as she bounced and moaned, showing off the bottom of her breasts. I reached my hands up under her shirt, and felt her breasts as she stretched out. Her skin was so soft and warm; I needed to feel her against me. I pulled her shirt off over her head, showing off her beautiful petite frame and gorgeous round breasts.

“Turn around on my dick” I ordered, and Charm nodded. Lifting her left leg up, she brought it over to my left side, and rotated around, keeping my dick inside her pussy, turning all the way around until she was facing away from me. She spread her legs apart, and leaned back, as I started to rub my dick inside her hole. At this angle, I rubbed the front of her vagina more, pounding harder against her g spot. As a result, her moans increased in volume. Now we were cooking. I pounded my dick into her, not pushing in far, but hitting the right places, as she continued to moan. Her warm body leaned back into me, letting me see her bouncing breasts from over her shoulder. I grabbed her right breast and squeezed it as she squealed with excitement. This lasted for a short while, but I wanted to be inside her all the way, and this position did not allow that.

Holding together both her legs, I briefly lifted her off the bed, holding her up with one arm around her chest, and the other around her hips, and stood up. I couldn’t hold that for long, so I turned around, and plopped her down on all fours onto the bed. I popped out of her while changing position, but soon I was back in business, climbing on the bed and entering her vagina from the rear. She moaned and squealed with excitement as I thrust myself deeply inside her. She arched her back and stretched out her arms in front of her as I watched her sweet ass bounce with my movements. Her back was breathtakingly beautiful, thin and curvaceous. Her body felt incredible as we made love. I ran my hands along the curves of her back, giving her a brief and intense massage, while continually thrusting my hips.

Leaning forward, into her body, I cupped my hands around her breasts as she swayed back and forth with our movements. She panted loudly between her moans as I caressed and massaged her. Grabbing her left arm, and then her right, I pulled her body back as I leaned back, transferring her weight from her hand on the bed, to our arms moving with our bodies, intensifying her pleasure. Her hands grabbed onto my arms, as mine held hers, bringing her arms up and behind her, her body seemingly floating over the bed, her breasts freely shaking with our lovemaking.

“Oh God!” she blurted out as she arched her back, pulling against me. “It feels so good, master!” she mewed. She was getting close, very close. I continued to work my way inside her, her body reacting to mine. Her vagina was heavenly, well-lubricated, and sucking me in. I pounded into her harder and faster. “Oh!” she squealed. “Yes master! Yes! Fuck me good master!” She continued to squeal and moan loudly, filling my house with her screams of ecstasy. “Oh God! Master! You’re going to make me cum! YES!” she screamed. I loved it when she got loud like this.

“Ahhhhh!! I’m cumming master! I’m cummi- AHHHHH!!!” she screamed. Her body started to shake with pleasure as her orgasm rushed over her. I let go of her arms, and continued to thrust into her as she squealed and moaned and came. Her face contorted with that painful-pleasure of ecstasy. I pulled out of her and watched as her body spasms continued; her arms grabbed onto the sheets and pulled at them every which way as her orgasm rolled over her, leaving her twitching. Her cute short skirt covered almost nothing, giving me a full view of her privates. I watched in delight as her vagina pulsated with pleasure, before she finally fell limp on the bed.

I gave her a minute to catch her breath. She may have just had an explosive orgasm, but her master was not yet satisfied. I was already close, so it wouldn’t take long. I turned Charm over on the bed, so she faced me while on her back. Without saying a word, I mounted myself on her, thrust inside, and gave her everything I had. She started going wild! Her body was arching and twisting while her hips continued to respond to my movements. Her hands grabbed the bed for support, leaving her breasts exposed. I enjoyed watching her as her breasts bounced up and down with my thrusts, her face contorted in painful-pleasure.

“YES! Oh God Yes!!” she squealed as she threw back her head. “Fuck my pussy baby. Fuck me good! Oh Yes!” She moaned and mewed, squealed and screamed, her noises filled my house, and I loved it. “Cum in me, baby! Cum inside my body, master! Oh God! Oh GOD! OH GOD!”

It only took about 2 minutes for her to reach another climax. She was already so worked up from the last time; she was on the verge of cumming again when we started. Her body went into a series of spasms, her hips thrusting into me uncontrollably, her body shaking and twisting. Watching this mostly-naked girl come was perhaps the biggest turn on of all. As she lost control of her movements, I lost control as well, and shot my load inside her. I grunted as I came, filling her pussy with my spunk. She continued to spasm, although her movements were slowing down. I pulled out of her, spent and satisfied, while she continued to ride the wave of the orgasm.

Finally, she calmed down and stopped moving, and lay on the bed breathing heavily and mewing. We held each other for a while, sweat drying in the cool air, endorphins rushing through my body. We felt amazing; it was the best 'experiment' yet. After about 5 minutes, she rolled over and looked at the clock.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed. “I got to go! I’m going to be late for practice.” She got up and went into the bathroom. I watched as she sat on the toilet, and relived herself. She was very cute sitting there, gentle and delicate. I admired her body as she sat topless on the seat and smiled at myself. “What are you doing?” she asked, staring at me with a playful but annoyed look. “Toss me my bra and my top!”

I looked around and found her top, but her bra was still in the closet. I got up, put my pants back on, and grabbed her things. I also found her panties next to her bra, and brought them to her. She smiled at me as she took the clothes and started putting on her bra while she was finishing up on the toilet. I let her have some privacy while she dressed by leaving the room, even though I left the door open.

“Would you like something to eat before you go?” I yelled to her from the bedroom. I watched as she stood up, and slid her panties on under her skirt.

“No time!” she explained. “I am supposed to be there in 10 minutes, and it takes at least 15 to get there.” She finished up in the bathroom, emerging fully dressed. She looked around the room, found her bag inside the closet, and started throwing a few things in. I decided to use the bathroom myself while she was busy. The one problem with having such great sex is sometimes it takes a while before you can pee. I was lucky, and I managed to be done and leaving the bathroom just as she came running back up from the basement, where she had apparently collected a few more things she left.

“So how was I?” I asked her.

“Well, you did forget to order me around a few times” she explained as she reached in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “But I think you did pretty well. Maybe next time, you should be more forceful and make me do something really dirty.” She gave me a sexy smile before gulping down the water. “It was a little silly to role play as a robot, but fun. It really turned me on to have you treat me like a brainless machine. I got so wet. Just don’t get my school uniform dirty; I have to wear this you know.” She giggled as she finished her drink and grabbed her shoes. “What about me? How did I do as your ‘''robot sex slave''’?”

“You were terrific!” I exclaimed. She really was great at roleplaying. “I don’t think you could have done any better if you were a real robot” I joked. She laughed as she tied her shoes, and gave me a sweet smile.

“You’re sweet, you know that?” she teased with a cute smile. “It felt much better than the last 2 times though, right?”

“Oh yes, you have gotten much better, Charm.” It was true; she had gotten much better at sex, but also at the role playing. It was her idea to role play like this; I always let her chose the scenario. This was an interesting one, to say the least. “Third time’s the ''charm'', right Charm?” I joked again.

She laughed loudly at my joke, a lame play on her name. I liked her name, and she certainly had a lot of charm; it fit her well. I liked her laugh; it easily filled my house and warmed my heart. I helped her to her feet as she finished tying her shoes, and handed her bag to her. I walked her toward the back door.

“I have a great idea for tomorrow” she teased. “I can hardly wait to try it out on you, Teach.”

“I look forward to it. I’ll uh… see you after school then?” I had to be fast to keep up with her sometimes, she was always very creative. “Oh. And have fun at… uh… band practice.”

“It’s cheerleading practice, Teach. And I will” she replied. She leaned in toward me, stood on her tippy toes, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She still smelled great. I watched as she waved goodbye, and walked out my backdoor, closing it behind her.

I stood there for 20 seconds, counting quietly to myself. “… 18, 19, 20. Ready or not, here I come” I said to myself. I took a few steps forward and opened the backdoor. Charm stood there, motionless and stiff. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing had all but stopped. She looked like a statue, but real. “You really did do an excellent job, Charm. That was the best experiment yet.”

I walked up to her and lifted up the back of her shirt. I undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled a small remote out of my pocket, pointing it at her. With the push of a button, a large panel on her back appeared and flipped open, revealing her gynoid interior. Circuits and wires ran up and down her body, her spine was a metallic alloy with silicone-gel discs between each metallic bone. She had fiber optic cables running alongside her spine, and I could see her plastic ribcage encasing her vitals, but only just. I reached in and pushed a small button on the right side of her spine, and her body started to relax. I programmed her to follow me around while she was in this state, shutting off her higher thinking functions but obeying simple commands. I grabbed the bag of my clothes that she dropped, and walked back into the house. She followed me back into the house, her shirt still askew.

“You have come a very long way, Charm” I told her, even though her cybernetic mind couldn’t hear me. “I never expected you to show up thinking you were a school girl, and then decide to role play an affair with a teacher where we would role play you were a robot. I’d say this 3rd experiment was a huge success.” I smiled as I led her down to the basement again. “You really are my greatest invention, and the best ''‘robot sex slave’'' a man could ask for” I joked. She didn’t laugh, as I expected.

I turned toward her. “Lift your arms” I commanded. She complied, without saying a word, and I pulled her shirt off over her head, watching her bra come loose and hit the floor. I lowered her arms manually after placing her shirt on the table. “Charm, go to the charging station, and plug yourself in” I commanded. Silently, she obeyed, and walked gracefully over to an upright plastic structure. That stiff mechanical walk she did earlier was apparently all part of the role play, where she thought that was how a robot would walk, unaware that she was a robot herself. “Maybe I should program her to respond with ''Yes master'', I kind of liked that” I nonchalantly said to myself.

Once she reached the station, she turned around, and backed into it, standing upright and stiff as a metallic plug connected to the open port on her back. Her eyes lit up, glowed bright blue, slowly fading in and out as she charged. Her body remained still, not breathing and unmoving. After turning on some computers, I walked up to her, cable in hand, and pushed in her belly button with my thumb holding it there for a second or two.

“Thumbprint accepted, access granted” she said in a natural but emotionless tone. Her fake drone voice from before was also part of her act. While her monotone voice was rather cute, I preferred her to use a natural voice when she gave me feedback. Besides, it was a sexy voice. I watched as her flawless skin formed fine lines around her chest, surrounding her perky breasts. Each set of lines formed panels on her chest, which slowly rose up, and flipped open, revealing her main chest cavity. Inside, more circuits and wires appeared, along with a huge assortment of other parts, from frames to bladders. They all had a function, and they all worked well. She was a work of art, and my greatest achievement. I hooked up the cable inside her to a connection near her heart. “Run diagnostics GDM-113”.

“Diagnostics running, activity will be completed in approximately 20 minutes.” she replied; her eyes remained unfocused and slowly fading in and out with blue light. I tugged at her hair, undoing the silly looking pigtails I tied in there the night before. I wanted to try something a little more romantic this time, and I loved it when she wore her hair down.

“Thanks for the fun today, Charm” I told her, knowing she didn’t understand me. This third experiment was the most interesting one yet. In the first one, she had a system crash, while the second one ended with her confused and drained... “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us tomorrow.”

'''The End'''

Third Time's The Charm

2010-11-08T04:12:27Z

Gynoneko:

'''Third Time’s the Charm'''
''by GynoNeko''

She awoke to the sounds of laboratory machines beeping and buzzing. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, fluttering them to life. Her eyes were of a light blue color, beautiful and sensual, and young. She looked to be a young girl, of about 18 or 20. Her slender body lay limply on the covered table, draped in a white sheet. Her breathing got steadily heavier; her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her small upturned nose was very adorable, and her bleach blond hair was done up in a pair of pigtails. I stood there waiting for her to sit up, or even look around the room, but she just laid there stiff and unmoving.

“Charm, sit up” I ordered, remembering that I was supposed to be giving her commands.

“Yes master” the girl said in a monotone voice as she straight sat up on the lab table. Slowly, the blanket fell down from her chest, revealing a perky pair of B cup breasts. She remained sitting like that, staring straight, ahead as I admired her young body.

“Ok. Now Charm, sit on the edge of the table and remove the sheet.” She did as I commanded with another monotone “Yes master”, revealing to me the rest of her porcelain skin. Her stomach was well-toned and lean, her body was athletic and yet petite. Her legs were just as lean as the rest of her, and were long and shapely. She was quite attractive.

I cleared my throat. “Charm, what is your primary function?” I asked the young girl.

“To please my master in any way he wants” she replied in that high-pitched drone voice. She sounded very mechanical, almost like one of those automated voice answering services you hear on the phone. I had to restrain myself from telling her to say ''“To speak to a technician, please press 1”''. She sat there, breathing calmly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I just watched for a while.

“Charm, stand up” I commanded her. She replied with the same “Yes master”, looked down at the floor and slid off the table, using her arms to stable herself as she landed. I watched as she stood at attention, awaiting my next command. I observed her body some more, noting that her pubic hair was short and neatly trimmed, in a small rectangle above her womanhood. Her pigtails fell down to around her nipples, resting gently on either side of her breasts. When standing fully erect, she was about 5’4”, at least half a foot shorter than me. She wasn’t the only thing there standing erect.

“I am going to test your motor systems now, Charm. Do 20 jumping jacks” I told her. She did not hesitate with my command, and started doing full arm-swinging jumping jacks in place. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down with each movement. It was hypnotic and arousing. All I could do was giggle to myself as I watched her. I felt so juvenile, but it was fun. Once she finished, she stood there, breathing a little heavier, staring straight ahead.

“Charm, hop on one foot, spin in a circle with one hand on your head, and sing the ''Major-General’s Song''” I ordered her, feeling a bit silly. She paused a moment, thinking, and then put one hand on her head, pointing downward, the other hand on her hip, and hopped on one foot in a circle singing the first 2 lines from the famous Gilbert and Sullivan song. I didn’t want to test her memory on 19th Century comic operas, so I commanded her to stop, and she did, facing me again.

“Excellent, Charm” I laughed, while clapping. “Now I want you to touch yourself” I ordered her. She stood there, motionless. It took me a minute to realize, but that was not a command, only a request. I corrected myself “Charm. Touch yourself”.

“Where should I touch myself?” she asked. Of course, she was not going to make this easy.

“Charm, I want you to touch your vagina” I said, thinking I got the best of her by giving her a full command string, and not just saying ''“your pussy”''. She’d probably just stand there again unless I gave her a full command line.

She remained motionless. I realized a second later that I did it again. “Charm, touch your pussy” I ordered, a little impatient.

“Yes master” she replied, and placed her hand on her vagina. This was not what I was looking for, but it was going to take more than that to deter me.

“Charm” I said slowly, as patiently as I could, “I want- no. Rub your vagina in a sexy way, while tryin- until you get yourself off- to orgasm”. I hoped my mid-sentence corrections would not confuse her.

To my delight, she gave me a small smile, looking me in the eyes briefly, and gave me a sexy “Yes master” before her hand started to rub her pussy in small circles. Her breathing started to increase, her face started to blush, and her eyes closed, as she continued to rub her sweet spot. I took a step closer and gazed intently as she slid her fingers back and forth over her snatch, slowly spreading her legs to give herself easier access. It was a little hard to see from that angle, her hand sort of vanished between her legs and I couldn’t see the action.

“Lean against the table” I ordered her, and she leaned back, the small of her back against the table and her left hand grabbing onto the edge. She continued to rub herself, this time giving me an excellent view, as her fingers started to slide in and out of her vagina. Her breathing got heavier, and her face blushed crimson, as I watched her finger herself. I watched as she rubbed her fingers back and forth quickly over her clitoris, a sigh escaping her lips.

My penis suddenly pulsed with need at the sound of her sigh, and I grabbed her thighs, and lifted her up, placing her on the table again. I leaned her back farther, and dipped my head between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent and licking her pussy. She let out a sexy squeal as my tongue danced around on her nub. Her head fell back, and both her arms reached back and grabbed the small table in order to support her weight while I licked her vagina. I ran my tongue up and down her labia, and made small circles over her clitoris. I read online that you could do the alphabet with your tongue on a girl, and it would drive her crazy, so I did. Her body instantly reacted to this method, pushing her hips into me and moaning. She tasted great.

“Master, you ordered me to… pleasure myself… until I… reached an orgasm” she objected. “You are… violating your order. What shall I do?” She could barely get the words out, but she was right. I paused briefly, somewhere around “K”, thinking of a good solution, as she started to rub at her right breast with her hand, squeezing tightly.

“Continue to rub your clitoris, while I finger you… until you cum” I decided. She purred out a “Yes master”, and slid her hand down off her breast, and started to rub her clit again. In response, I licked my fingers and slid one inside her warm inviting snatch. She felt amazing! I watched her expression as my finger made a ''come here'' gesture inside her vagina. I was rubbing the right spot, and her face was showing it. She started to arch her back and moan as I inserted a second finger to accompany the first. Suddenly her voice exploded in loud moans that filled my lab. She started to gyrate her hips as I continued to finger her, her own hand violently rubbing at her clit the whole time. My hand was starting to get tired, but she was not going to last much longer, I’d need to hold out just a little more.

A few seconds later, her breathing and moaning peaked, and she let out a fairly loud “AHHHH!” as her body started to convulse. I could feel her climax on my hand, juices spilling out and her pussy walls clenching my fingers. My dick almost exploded as I watched the display. Her orgasm lasted for half a minute, while her legs shook and her body broke out into a sweat. When she was done, or perhaps had just had enough, I pulled out my fingers, as she grabbed her breast with her right hand again, having fulfilled the order to rub her clit until she came.

She sat there for a little bit, catching her breath, and then looked up at me. I took a step back as she straightened her back, closed her legs, and stood back up, once again taking the assumed position from before, except this time with copious amounts of fluids running down her inner thigh. “Task complete” she said while she continued to pant, trying to catch her breath. I let her relax a bit, until she caught her breath. Her face was still a bit red, but it made her look cute.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her.

She gave me a blank look and said “That does not compute. My primary function is to please my master. My pleasure is irrelevant”. She was just playing hard to get now, but anyone who came that hard was in heaven.

“Hmmm… What else should I have you do?” I asked myself thoughtfully. I pondered for a moment, and shoving aside the similar juvenile ideas, I decided to have her do some housework. “Charm, follow me upstairs.”

As I walked, she kept pace about 2 feet behind me, all the way up the stairs out of my basement. She didn’t make any mechanical sounds, but she did use very stiff movements, maybe a little too stiff. I opened the door to my cozy one-floor one-bedroom house. It wasn’t much to look at, but I kept it neat. I turned to the left and walked to the bedroom, Charm following me the entire way. Upon entering the room, I told her to wait there, and proceeded into the closet. A minute later, I emerged with a frilly white apron and a feather duster. I usually kept these around for cosplay more than anything else. No, not me, I would never wear that, but Charm likes to. I handed the apron to her. “Put this on” I instructed her.

“Yes master” she obeyed, and I thought I saw a small sly smile on her lips. She gently and mechanically held the apron, and started to put it on, over her naked body. She didn’t need any help tying the apron in back, and stood at attention again once she finished. I handed her the feather duster, and she took it in her small, dainty hands. Her hand touched mine gently and sensuously, and I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. She looked like a slutty maid wearing that apron and nothing else. The front of the apron barely covered her nipples, leaving the sides of her breasts completely exposed. The bottom frills only reached down halfway to her knees, leaving an ample amount of leg showing, but just covering all the juices she still had drying on her leg. The illusion was almost perfect, except she was still standing like a stiff machine.

“Um… I want you to act sexy” I told her. She stood there for a moment, without moving. “I mean, Charm, act sexy while dusting my room” I corrected myself. Instantly, she started to smile and shifted her weight to one side, striking a sexy pose. That was what I wanted. I watched as she sexily walked over to my dresser and started to slowly brush the feather duster over it in long slow movements. As she did this, she pushed her hips out, showing off her nice round butt. The apron did not cover her back at all, aside from the tiny bow she tied with the string. What a view! She continued on like this for maybe 5 minutes, moving from one place to another, slowly shaking her ass, while dusting around my room. Every so often, she’d look back at me while dusting, and give me that sexy ''“I want you”'' look with her eyes.

I couldn’t take much more of this. I walked over to her while she was dusting my night stand, and knelt behind her, taking in the view of her ass. As she leaned over, her pussy was in clear view. It was still glistening wet from when we were playing with it downstairs, but it seemed to be begging for more. I licked her pussy juice off of her thigh and labia, as I prepared to go in deep. She let out a short “Oh!” and quickly stood up, turned around, and bopped me on the head with the feather duster.

“Hey, what was that for?” I asked her, rubbing my head where she hit me. It didn’t hurt at all, I mean it was a feather duster, and she barely tapped me, but the visual effect was complete. She tried to walk to the end of the bed to dust the foot board, but I stood in her way.

“You aren’t ''doing'' it right” she said to me, in a quiet and annoyed voice. “You have to ''command'' me; I am your robot slave, dummy”.

Oh right! Of course, I had to command her and I already told her to dust my room, not let me give her oral sex. I cleared my throat and turned to her as she walked past me. “Charm, I want you to-” I coughed. “Cancel previous task, and let me play with your body” I commanded.

“Yes master” she responded in that same monotone voice. “Canceling previous task.” She walked up to me and stood there, still as a statue, waiting for me to pleasure her. This time, I complied.

My hands groped her tits, rubbing and caressing them, giving her a good breast massage through her thin apron. She mewed as I teased her breasts. Pulling the sides of the apron together, I revealed her perfectly shaped tits, cute and perky and flawless. She remained still, breathing heavily and enjoying every moment, as I ravaged her. My hands squeezed and pinched and massaged her chest; I relished every second of it, and got rock hard in the process. Soon, I was kissing, licking and nibbling her tits. Her nipples were hard and erect; I just loved to play with them.

At some point during all this, I got an idea looking at the pigtails lying on either side of her breasts. I lightly tugged on them and played with them for a bit, when I decided that maybe it was time for a change of scenery. “Charm, go into the closet, undress, and put on your cheerleader uniform.”

At first she shot me a curious look, but decided it was best to obey, giving an inquisitive sounding “Yes master” in response. The rules had been set, and she had to follow my commands. I watched as she walked to the closet, removed the apron, letting it drop to the floor, and put on a top and skirt. They matched, and apparently had her school colors on them. I knew this would get a kick out of her. I sat on the bed watching her. When she was done, she stood there waiting.

“Charm, come here, and pose sexy for me.” She walked out of the closed, almost forgetting to say her usual ''“yes master”'' until she was standing in front of me. She struck a sexy pose, her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips, and her head tilted. I observed her cute uniform, complete now with her hairdo. The colors of her uniform were blue and gold, and matched perfectly her hair and eyes. The skirt was short and flirty, not even reaching halfway down her thigh. Her shirt was short as well, covering her breasts, but leaving most of her mid-section exposed. Some unknown-to-me high school name ran across the front in big bold letters.

A few seconds later, she struck another pose, turning to the side, sticking out her rear, playing with a pigtail with one hand, and puckering her licks at me. She did this a few times, and I watched with excitement. Some poses were cute, others were lacking, but most were just sexy. I could tell she was really getting into it as she posed. I let her continue for a minute, and decided to take it a step further.

“Charm, give me a lap dance” I ordered. Repeating the same ''“Yes master”'' phrase again, she stiffly walked over to me, and started moving her hips to silent music. Her movements got closer as she shook her butt in my face, and undulated her body inches from me. All I could do was to stare at her. She stretched her arms up, pulling at her pigtails, and arching her back. Her shirt lifted high enough to let me see she had on no bra, but I knew that already. I took about 2 minutes of her teasing when I could take no more, I needed relief!

“Stop dancing Charm” I ordered. “Come here and suck my dick.”

She stopped, turned toward me with a smile again, and let out a monotone “Yes master”. I let her unzip my pants and pull them all the way off me. Once she had pulled down my underwear, I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs apart, and my penis at attention. She kneeled between my legs, and melted into me, taking my dick into her hand, and she started to kiss the tip of my erect penis. Her lips felt good. She started to lick the top and bottom of the head, while she wrapped one hand around the shaft of my dick, and the other caressed my balls. She was really good!

As she started licking up and down the shaft of my cock while her hands worked me, I leaned back and enjoyed the show. At first, she looked up at me while she took me in her mouth, but before long, she started to get into it herself, and my dick was all she was paying attention to. “Charm, this is the best goddamn blowjob ever” I told her. She looked up at me with a satisfied look in her eyes, and took me into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, occasionally taking my cock out of her mouth and tapping it on her tongue. She brought me to the edge of climax, when I commanded her swallow my cum. Without a word, she increased the speed, and within seconds, I reached my limit, and exploded into her mouth. She winced as I filled her mouth with my hot ejaculate. She stopped stroking, and gulped down the cum, putting her hands under her mouth as a small stream escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. She wiped it off, and swallowed again. Opening her mouth wide, she showed me she had swallowed the entire load.

She knelt there unmoving, letting go of my penis. I waited a few moments, to let my erection die down, and back up again, before giving her the next command. She just knelt there, staring at my erect penis with lustful eyes. “Charm, sit on my dick” I instructed her. She smiled, stood up, climbed onto the bed over me, and sat down on my lap, straddling me. I could feel her snatch pressing down on my dick, pushing it flat against my stomach. Her pussy was just covered by her short skirt, so I simply lifted it out of the way a bit to get a better view. She sat there a moment, the tension building, before I continued her commands.

“Rub your pussy along my dick” I told her. Without hesitation, she started to undulate her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips over my dick. It was amazing. Her slippery wet pussy covered my cock with her sweet pussy juice. My throbbing cock ached to be inside her, and she teased it like a pro. She was great at teasing, and but even better at the real thing.

“Enough play Charm. Fuck me already” I insisted.

“Yes Master” she purred; her mouth twisted into a sinister-sweet smile. She rotated her hips all the way back, pulling herself forward, just off my rod and onto my stomach. Slowly, she slid back, catching my hard penis on her crotch, and slowly guiding it into her dripping wet pussy without using her hands. She was good. In a few seconds, she had taking me inside her completely. Her pussy was warm and tight, and I could feel her juices dripping into me as she rotated her hips forward and back again. For a few minutes, we continued like that; she’d rotate her hips on and off my dick and I gently moved my hips in response.

She didn’t make a sound, aside from her breathing heavily and the naughty noises she made down below. I gave her one simple command, “Harder”, and she gladly obliged. Lifting her hips higher off me, she started to pound down lightly against me. It felt good, and I matched her movements with my own to add to the intensity. I was really getting into this, and luckily, since her blowjob, I felt like I could go on all night. As we pounded into each other, Charm began to make small mews and moans, really adding to the experience. She arched her back as she bounced and moaned, showing off the bottom of her breasts. I reached my hands up under her shirt, and felt her breasts as she stretched out. Her skin was so soft and warm; I needed to feel her against me. I pulled her shirt off over her head, showing off her beautiful petite frame and gorgeous round breasts.

“Turn around on my dick” I ordered, and Charm nodded. Lifting her left leg up, she brought it over to my left side, and rotated around, keeping my dick inside her pussy, turning all the way around until she was facing away from me. She spread her legs apart, and leaned back, as I started to rub my dick inside her hole. At this angle, I rubbed the front of her vagina more, pounding harder against her g spot. As a result, her moans increased in volume. Now we were cooking. I pounded my dick into her, not pushing in far, but hitting the right places, as she continued to moan. Her warm body leaned back into me, letting me see her bouncing breasts from over her shoulder. I grabbed her right breast and squeezed it as she squealed with excitement. This lasted for a short while, but I wanted to be inside her all the way, and this position did not allow that.

Holding together both her legs, I briefly lifted her off the bed, holding her up with one arm around her chest, and the other around her hips, and stood up. I couldn’t hold that for long, so I turned around, and plopped her down on all fours onto the bed. I popped out of her while changing position, but soon I was back in business, climbing on the bed and entering her vagina from the rear. She moaned and squealed with excitement as I thrust myself deeply inside her. She arched her back and stretched out her arms in front of her as I watched her sweet ass bounce with my movements. Her back was breathtakingly beautiful, thin and curvaceous. Her body felt incredible as we made love. I ran my hands along the curves of her back, giving her a brief and intense massage, while continually thrusting my hips.

Leaning forward, into her body, I cupped my hands around her breasts as she swayed back and forth with our movements. She panted loudly between her moans as I caressed and massaged her. Grabbing her left arm, and then her right, I pulled her body back as I leaned back, transferring her weight from her hand on the bed, to our arms moving with our bodies, intensifying her pleasure. Her hands grabbed onto my arms, as mine held hers, bringing her arms up and behind her, her body seemingly floating over the bed, her breasts freely shaking with our lovemaking.

“Oh God!” she blurted out as she arched her back, pulling against me. “It feels so good, master!” she mewed. She was getting close, very close. I continued to work my way inside her, her body reacting to mine. Her vagina was heavenly, well-lubricated, and sucking me in. I pounded into her harder and faster. “Oh!” she squealed. “Yes master! Yes! Fuck me good master!” She continued to squeal and moan loudly, filling my house with her screams of ecstasy. “Oh God! Master! You’re going to make me cum! YES!” she screamed. I loved it when she got loud like this.

“Ahhhhh!! I’m cumming master! I’m cummi- AHHHHH!!!” she screamed. Her body started to shake with pleasure as her orgasm rushed over her. I let go of her arms, and continued to thrust into her as she squealed and moaned and came. Her face contorted with that painful-pleasure of ecstasy. I pulled out of her and watched as her body spasms continued; her arms grabbed onto the sheets and pulled at them every which way as her orgasm rolled over her, leaving her twitching. Her cute short skirt covered almost nothing, giving me a full view of her privates. I watched in delight as her vagina pulsated with pleasure, before she finally fell limp on the bed.

I gave her a minute to catch her breath. She may have just had an explosive orgasm, but her master was not yet satisfied. I was already close, so it wouldn’t take long. I turned Charm over on the bed, so she faced me while on her back. Without saying a word, I mounted myself on her, thrust inside, and gave her everything I had. She started going wild! Her body was arching and twisting while her hips continued to respond to my movements. Her hands grabbed the bed for support, leaving her breasts exposed. I enjoyed watching her as her breasts bounced up and down with my thrusts, her face contorted in painful-pleasure.

“YES! Oh God Yes!!” she squealed as she threw back her head. “Fuck my pussy baby. Fuck me good! Oh Yes!” She moaned and mewed, squealed and screamed, her noises filled my house, and I loved it. “Cum in me, baby! Cum inside my body, master! Oh God! Oh GOD! OH GOD!”

It only took about 2 minutes for her to reach another climax. She was already so worked up from the last time; she was on the verge of cumming again when we started. Her body went into a series of spasms, her hips thrusting into me uncontrollably, her body shaking and twisting. Watching this mostly-naked girl come was perhaps the biggest turn on of all. As she lost control of her movements, I lost control as well, and shot my load inside her. I grunted as I came, filling her pussy with my spunk. She continued to spasm, although her movements were slowing down. I pulled out of her, spent and satisfied, while she continued to ride the wave of the orgasm.

Finally, she calmed down and stopped moving, and lay on the bed breathing heavily and mewing. We held each other for a while, sweat drying in the cool air, endorphins rushing through my body. We felt amazing; it was the best 'experiment' yet. After about 5 minutes, she rolled over and looked at the clock.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed. “I got to go! I’m going to be late for practice.” She got up and went into the bathroom. I watched as she sat on the toilet, and relived herself. She was very cute sitting there, gentle and delicate. I admired her body as she sat topless on the seat and smiled at myself. “What are you doing?” she asked, staring at me with a playful but annoyed look. “Toss me my bra and my top!”

I looked around and found her top, but her bra was still in the closet. I got up, put my pants back on, and grabbed her things. I also found her panties next to her bra, and brought them to her. She smiled at me as she took the clothes and started putting on her bra while she was finishing up on the toilet. I let her have some privacy while she dressed by leaving the room, even though I left the door open.

“Would you like something to eat before you go?” I yelled to her from the bedroom. I watched as she stood up, and slid her panties on under her skirt.

“No time!” she explained. “I am supposed to be there in 10 minutes, and it takes at least 15 to get there.” She finished up in the bathroom, emerging fully dressed. She looked around the room, found her bag inside the closet, and started throwing a few things in. I decided to use the bathroom myself while she was busy. The one problem with having such great sex is sometimes it takes a while before you can pee. I was lucky, and I managed to be done and leaving the bathroom just as she came running back up from the basement, where she had apparently collected a few more things she left.

“So how was I?” I asked her.

“Well, you did forget to order me around a few times” she explained as she reached in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “But I think you did pretty well. Maybe next time, you should be more forceful and make me do something really dirty.” She gave me a sexy smile before gulping down the water. “It was a little silly to role play as a robot, but fun. It really turned me on to have you treat me like a brainless machine. I got so wet. Just don’t get my school uniform dirty; I have to wear this you know.” She giggled as she finished her drink and grabbed her shoes. “What about me? How did I do as your ‘''robot sex slave''’?”

“You were terrific!” I exclaimed. She really was great at roleplaying. “I don’t think you could have done any better if you were a real robot” I joked. She laughed as she tied her shoes, and gave me a sweet smile.

“You’re sweet, you know that?” she teased with a cute smile. “It felt much better than the last 2 times though, right?”

“Oh yes, you have gotten much better, Charm.” It was true; she had gotten much better at sex, but also at the role playing. It was her idea to role play like this; I always let her chose the scenario. This was an interesting one, to say the least. “Third time’s the ''charm'', right Charm?” I joked again.

She laughed loudly at my joke, a lame play on her name. I liked her name, and she certainly had a lot of charm; it fit her well. I liked her laugh; it easily filled my house and warmed my heart. I helped her to her feet as she finished tying her shoes, and handed her bag to her. I walked her toward the back door.

“I have a great idea for tomorrow” she teased. “I can hardly wait to try it out on you, Teach.”

“I look forward to it. I’ll uh… see you after school then?” I had to be fast to keep up with her sometimes, she was always very creative. “Oh. And have fun at… uh… band practice.”

“It’s cheerleading practice, Teach. And I will” she replied. She leaned in toward me, stood on her tippy toes, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She still smelled great. I watched as she waved goodbye, and walked out my backdoor, closing it behind her.

I stood there for 20 seconds, counting quietly to myself. “… 18, 19, 20. Ready or not, here I come” I said to myself. I took a few steps forward and opened the backdoor. Charm stood there, motionless and stiff. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing had all but stopped. She looked like a statue, but real. “You really did do an excellent job, Charm. That was the best experiment yet.”

I walked up to her and lifted up the back of her shirt. I undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled a small remote out of my pocket, pointing it at her. With the push of a button, a large panel on her back appeared and flipped open, revealing her gynoid interior. Circuits and wires ran up and down her body, her spine was a metallic alloy with silicone-gel discs between each metallic bone. She had fiber optic cables running alongside her spine, and I could see her plastic ribcage encasing her vitals, but only just. I reached in and pushed a small button on the right side of her spine, and her body started to relax. I programmed her to follow me around while she was in this state, shutting off her higher thinking functions but obeying simple commands. I grabbed the bag of my clothes that she dropped, and walked back into the house. She followed me back into the house, her shirt still askew.

“You have come a very long way, Charm” I told her, even though her cybernetic mind couldn’t hear me. “I never expected you to show up thinking you were a school girl, and then decide to role play an affair with a teacher where we would role play you were a robot. I’d say this 3rd experiment was a huge success.” I smiled as I led her down to the basement again. “You really are my greatest invention, and the best ''‘robot sex slave’'' a man could ask for” I joked. She didn’t laugh, as I expected.

I turned toward her. “Lift your arms” I commanded. She complied, without saying a word, and I pulled her shirt off over her head, watching her bra come loose and hit the floor. I lowered her arms manually after placing her shirt on the table. “Charm, go to the charging station, and plug yourself in” I commanded. Silently, she obeyed, and walked gracefully over to an upright plastic structure. That stiff mechanical walk she did earlier was apparently all part of the role play, where she thought that was how a robot would walk, unaware that she was a robot herself. “Maybe I should program her to respond with ''Yes master'', I kind of liked that” I nonchalantly said to myself.

Once she reached the station, she turned around, and backed into it, standing upright and stiff as a metallic plug connected to the open port on her back. Her eyes lit up, glowed bright blue, slowly fading in and out as she charged. Her body remained still, not breathing and unmoving. After turning on some computers, I walked up to her, cable in hand, and pushed in her belly button with my thumb holding it there for a second or two.

“Thumbprint accepted, access granted” she said in a natural but emotionless tone. Her fake drone voice from before was also part of her act. While her monotone voice was rather cute, I preferred her to use a natural voice when she gave me feedback. Besides, it was a sexy voice. I watched as her flawless skin formed fine lines around her chest, surrounding her perky breasts. Each set of lines formed panels on her chest, which slowly rose up, and flipped open, revealing her main chest cavity. Inside, more circuits and wires appeared, along with a huge assortment of other parts, from frames to bladders. They all had a function, and they all worked well. She was a work of art, and my greatest achievement. I hooked up the cable inside her to a connection near her heart. “Run diagnostics GDM-113”.

“Diagnostics running, activity will be completed in approximately 20 minutes.” she replied; her eyes remained unfocused and slowly fading in and out with blue light. I tugged at her hair, undoing the silly looking pigtails I tied in there the night before. I wanted to try something a little more romantic this time, and I loved it when she wore her hair down.

“Thanks for the fun today, Charm” I told her, knowing she didn’t understand me. This third experiment was the most interesting one yet. In the first one, she had a system crash, while the second one ended with her confused and drained... “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us tomorrow.”

'''The End'''

Third Time's The Charm

2010-11-08T04:12:04Z

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'''Third Time’s the Charm'''

She awoke to the sounds of laboratory machines beeping and buzzing. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, fluttering them to life. Her eyes were of a light blue color, beautiful and sensual, and young. She looked to be a young girl, of about 18 or 20. Her slender body lay limply on the covered table, draped in a white sheet. Her breathing got steadily heavier; her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her small upturned nose was very adorable, and her bleach blond hair was done up in a pair of pigtails. I stood there waiting for her to sit up, or even look around the room, but she just laid there stiff and unmoving.

“Charm, sit up” I ordered, remembering that I was supposed to be giving her commands.

“Yes master” the girl said in a monotone voice as she straight sat up on the lab table. Slowly, the blanket fell down from her chest, revealing a perky pair of B cup breasts. She remained sitting like that, staring straight, ahead as I admired her young body.

“Ok. Now Charm, sit on the edge of the table and remove the sheet.” She did as I commanded with another monotone “Yes master”, revealing to me the rest of her porcelain skin. Her stomach was well-toned and lean, her body was athletic and yet petite. Her legs were just as lean as the rest of her, and were long and shapely. She was quite attractive.

I cleared my throat. “Charm, what is your primary function?” I asked the young girl.

“To please my master in any way he wants” she replied in that high-pitched drone voice. She sounded very mechanical, almost like one of those automated voice answering services you hear on the phone. I had to restrain myself from telling her to say ''“To speak to a technician, please press 1”''. She sat there, breathing calmly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I just watched for a while.

“Charm, stand up” I commanded her. She replied with the same “Yes master”, looked down at the floor and slid off the table, using her arms to stable herself as she landed. I watched as she stood at attention, awaiting my next command. I observed her body some more, noting that her pubic hair was short and neatly trimmed, in a small rectangle above her womanhood. Her pigtails fell down to around her nipples, resting gently on either side of her breasts. When standing fully erect, she was about 5’4”, at least half a foot shorter than me. She wasn’t the only thing there standing erect.

“I am going to test your motor systems now, Charm. Do 20 jumping jacks” I told her. She did not hesitate with my command, and started doing full arm-swinging jumping jacks in place. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down with each movement. It was hypnotic and arousing. All I could do was giggle to myself as I watched her. I felt so juvenile, but it was fun. Once she finished, she stood there, breathing a little heavier, staring straight ahead.

“Charm, hop on one foot, spin in a circle with one hand on your head, and sing the ''Major-General’s Song''” I ordered her, feeling a bit silly. She paused a moment, thinking, and then put one hand on her head, pointing downward, the other hand on her hip, and hopped on one foot in a circle singing the first 2 lines from the famous Gilbert and Sullivan song. I didn’t want to test her memory on 19th Century comic operas, so I commanded her to stop, and she did, facing me again.

“Excellent, Charm” I laughed, while clapping. “Now I want you to touch yourself” I ordered her. She stood there, motionless. It took me a minute to realize, but that was not a command, only a request. I corrected myself “Charm. Touch yourself”.

“Where should I touch myself?” she asked. Of course, she was not going to make this easy.

“Charm, I want you to touch your vagina” I said, thinking I got the best of her by giving her a full command string, and not just saying ''“your pussy”''. She’d probably just stand there again unless I gave her a full command line.

She remained motionless. I realized a second later that I did it again. “Charm, touch your pussy” I ordered, a little impatient.

“Yes master” she replied, and placed her hand on her vagina. This was not what I was looking for, but it was going to take more than that to deter me.

“Charm” I said slowly, as patiently as I could, “I want- no. Rub your vagina in a sexy way, while tryin- until you get yourself off- to orgasm”. I hoped my mid-sentence corrections would not confuse her.

To my delight, she gave me a small smile, looking me in the eyes briefly, and gave me a sexy “Yes master” before her hand started to rub her pussy in small circles. Her breathing started to increase, her face started to blush, and her eyes closed, as she continued to rub her sweet spot. I took a step closer and gazed intently as she slid her fingers back and forth over her snatch, slowly spreading her legs to give herself easier access. It was a little hard to see from that angle, her hand sort of vanished between her legs and I couldn’t see the action.

“Lean against the table” I ordered her, and she leaned back, the small of her back against the table and her left hand grabbing onto the edge. She continued to rub herself, this time giving me an excellent view, as her fingers started to slide in and out of her vagina. Her breathing got heavier, and her face blushed crimson, as I watched her finger herself. I watched as she rubbed her fingers back and forth quickly over her clitoris, a sigh escaping her lips.

My penis suddenly pulsed with need at the sound of her sigh, and I grabbed her thighs, and lifted her up, placing her on the table again. I leaned her back farther, and dipped my head between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent and licking her pussy. She let out a sexy squeal as my tongue danced around on her nub. Her head fell back, and both her arms reached back and grabbed the small table in order to support her weight while I licked her vagina. I ran my tongue up and down her labia, and made small circles over her clitoris. I read online that you could do the alphabet with your tongue on a girl, and it would drive her crazy, so I did. Her body instantly reacted to this method, pushing her hips into me and moaning. She tasted great.

“Master, you ordered me to… pleasure myself… until I… reached an orgasm” she objected. “You are… violating your order. What shall I do?” She could barely get the words out, but she was right. I paused briefly, somewhere around “K”, thinking of a good solution, as she started to rub at her right breast with her hand, squeezing tightly.

“Continue to rub your clitoris, while I finger you… until you cum” I decided. She purred out a “Yes master”, and slid her hand down off her breast, and started to rub her clit again. In response, I licked my fingers and slid one inside her warm inviting snatch. She felt amazing! I watched her expression as my finger made a ''come here'' gesture inside her vagina. I was rubbing the right spot, and her face was showing it. She started to arch her back and moan as I inserted a second finger to accompany the first. Suddenly her voice exploded in loud moans that filled my lab. She started to gyrate her hips as I continued to finger her, her own hand violently rubbing at her clit the whole time. My hand was starting to get tired, but she was not going to last much longer, I’d need to hold out just a little more.

A few seconds later, her breathing and moaning peaked, and she let out a fairly loud “AHHHH!” as her body started to convulse. I could feel her climax on my hand, juices spilling out and her pussy walls clenching my fingers. My dick almost exploded as I watched the display. Her orgasm lasted for half a minute, while her legs shook and her body broke out into a sweat. When she was done, or perhaps had just had enough, I pulled out my fingers, as she grabbed her breast with her right hand again, having fulfilled the order to rub her clit until she came.

She sat there for a little bit, catching her breath, and then looked up at me. I took a step back as she straightened her back, closed her legs, and stood back up, once again taking the assumed position from before, except this time with copious amounts of fluids running down her inner thigh. “Task complete” she said while she continued to pant, trying to catch her breath. I let her relax a bit, until she caught her breath. Her face was still a bit red, but it made her look cute.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her.

She gave me a blank look and said “That does not compute. My primary function is to please my master. My pleasure is irrelevant”. She was just playing hard to get now, but anyone who came that hard was in heaven.

“Hmmm… What else should I have you do?” I asked myself thoughtfully. I pondered for a moment, and shoving aside the similar juvenile ideas, I decided to have her do some housework. “Charm, follow me upstairs.”

As I walked, she kept pace about 2 feet behind me, all the way up the stairs out of my basement. She didn’t make any mechanical sounds, but she did use very stiff movements, maybe a little too stiff. I opened the door to my cozy one-floor one-bedroom house. It wasn’t much to look at, but I kept it neat. I turned to the left and walked to the bedroom, Charm following me the entire way. Upon entering the room, I told her to wait there, and proceeded into the closet. A minute later, I emerged with a frilly white apron and a feather duster. I usually kept these around for cosplay more than anything else. No, not me, I would never wear that, but Charm likes to. I handed the apron to her. “Put this on” I instructed her.

“Yes master” she obeyed, and I thought I saw a small sly smile on her lips. She gently and mechanically held the apron, and started to put it on, over her naked body. She didn’t need any help tying the apron in back, and stood at attention again once she finished. I handed her the feather duster, and she took it in her small, dainty hands. Her hand touched mine gently and sensuously, and I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. She looked like a slutty maid wearing that apron and nothing else. The front of the apron barely covered her nipples, leaving the sides of her breasts completely exposed. The bottom frills only reached down halfway to her knees, leaving an ample amount of leg showing, but just covering all the juices she still had drying on her leg. The illusion was almost perfect, except she was still standing like a stiff machine.

“Um… I want you to act sexy” I told her. She stood there for a moment, without moving. “I mean, Charm, act sexy while dusting my room” I corrected myself. Instantly, she started to smile and shifted her weight to one side, striking a sexy pose. That was what I wanted. I watched as she sexily walked over to my dresser and started to slowly brush the feather duster over it in long slow movements. As she did this, she pushed her hips out, showing off her nice round butt. The apron did not cover her back at all, aside from the tiny bow she tied with the string. What a view! She continued on like this for maybe 5 minutes, moving from one place to another, slowly shaking her ass, while dusting around my room. Every so often, she’d look back at me while dusting, and give me that sexy ''“I want you”'' look with her eyes.

I couldn’t take much more of this. I walked over to her while she was dusting my night stand, and knelt behind her, taking in the view of her ass. As she leaned over, her pussy was in clear view. It was still glistening wet from when we were playing with it downstairs, but it seemed to be begging for more. I licked her pussy juice off of her thigh and labia, as I prepared to go in deep. She let out a short “Oh!” and quickly stood up, turned around, and bopped me on the head with the feather duster.

“Hey, what was that for?” I asked her, rubbing my head where she hit me. It didn’t hurt at all, I mean it was a feather duster, and she barely tapped me, but the visual effect was complete. She tried to walk to the end of the bed to dust the foot board, but I stood in her way.

“You aren’t ''doing'' it right” she said to me, in a quiet and annoyed voice. “You have to ''command'' me; I am your robot slave, dummy”.

Oh right! Of course, I had to command her and I already told her to dust my room, not let me give her oral sex. I cleared my throat and turned to her as she walked past me. “Charm, I want you to-” I coughed. “Cancel previous task, and let me play with your body” I commanded.

“Yes master” she responded in that same monotone voice. “Canceling previous task.” She walked up to me and stood there, still as a statue, waiting for me to pleasure her. This time, I complied.

My hands groped her tits, rubbing and caressing them, giving her a good breast massage through her thin apron. She mewed as I teased her breasts. Pulling the sides of the apron together, I revealed her perfectly shaped tits, cute and perky and flawless. She remained still, breathing heavily and enjoying every moment, as I ravaged her. My hands squeezed and pinched and massaged her chest; I relished every second of it, and got rock hard in the process. Soon, I was kissing, licking and nibbling her tits. Her nipples were hard and erect; I just loved to play with them.

At some point during all this, I got an idea looking at the pigtails lying on either side of her breasts. I lightly tugged on them and played with them for a bit, when I decided that maybe it was time for a change of scenery. “Charm, go into the closet, undress, and put on your cheerleader uniform.”

At first she shot me a curious look, but decided it was best to obey, giving an inquisitive sounding “Yes master” in response. The rules had been set, and she had to follow my commands. I watched as she walked to the closet, removed the apron, letting it drop to the floor, and put on a top and skirt. They matched, and apparently had her school colors on them. I knew this would get a kick out of her. I sat on the bed watching her. When she was done, she stood there waiting.

“Charm, come here, and pose sexy for me.” She walked out of the closed, almost forgetting to say her usual ''“yes master”'' until she was standing in front of me. She struck a sexy pose, her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips, and her head tilted. I observed her cute uniform, complete now with her hairdo. The colors of her uniform were blue and gold, and matched perfectly her hair and eyes. The skirt was short and flirty, not even reaching halfway down her thigh. Her shirt was short as well, covering her breasts, but leaving most of her mid-section exposed. Some unknown-to-me high school name ran across the front in big bold letters.

A few seconds later, she struck another pose, turning to the side, sticking out her rear, playing with a pigtail with one hand, and puckering her licks at me. She did this a few times, and I watched with excitement. Some poses were cute, others were lacking, but most were just sexy. I could tell she was really getting into it as she posed. I let her continue for a minute, and decided to take it a step further.

“Charm, give me a lap dance” I ordered. Repeating the same ''“Yes master”'' phrase again, she stiffly walked over to me, and started moving her hips to silent music. Her movements got closer as she shook her butt in my face, and undulated her body inches from me. All I could do was to stare at her. She stretched her arms up, pulling at her pigtails, and arching her back. Her shirt lifted high enough to let me see she had on no bra, but I knew that already. I took about 2 minutes of her teasing when I could take no more, I needed relief!

“Stop dancing Charm” I ordered. “Come here and suck my dick.”

She stopped, turned toward me with a smile again, and let out a monotone “Yes master”. I let her unzip my pants and pull them all the way off me. Once she had pulled down my underwear, I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs apart, and my penis at attention. She kneeled between my legs, and melted into me, taking my dick into her hand, and she started to kiss the tip of my erect penis. Her lips felt good. She started to lick the top and bottom of the head, while she wrapped one hand around the shaft of my dick, and the other caressed my balls. She was really good!

As she started licking up and down the shaft of my cock while her hands worked me, I leaned back and enjoyed the show. At first, she looked up at me while she took me in her mouth, but before long, she started to get into it herself, and my dick was all she was paying attention to. “Charm, this is the best goddamn blowjob ever” I told her. She looked up at me with a satisfied look in her eyes, and took me into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, occasionally taking my cock out of her mouth and tapping it on her tongue. She brought me to the edge of climax, when I commanded her swallow my cum. Without a word, she increased the speed, and within seconds, I reached my limit, and exploded into her mouth. She winced as I filled her mouth with my hot ejaculate. She stopped stroking, and gulped down the cum, putting her hands under her mouth as a small stream escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. She wiped it off, and swallowed again. Opening her mouth wide, she showed me she had swallowed the entire load.

She knelt there unmoving, letting go of my penis. I waited a few moments, to let my erection die down, and back up again, before giving her the next command. She just knelt there, staring at my erect penis with lustful eyes. “Charm, sit on my dick” I instructed her. She smiled, stood up, climbed onto the bed over me, and sat down on my lap, straddling me. I could feel her snatch pressing down on my dick, pushing it flat against my stomach. Her pussy was just covered by her short skirt, so I simply lifted it out of the way a bit to get a better view. She sat there a moment, the tension building, before I continued her commands.

“Rub your pussy along my dick” I told her. Without hesitation, she started to undulate her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy lips over my dick. It was amazing. Her slippery wet pussy covered my cock with her sweet pussy juice. My throbbing cock ached to be inside her, and she teased it like a pro. She was great at teasing, and but even better at the real thing.

“Enough play Charm. Fuck me already” I insisted.

“Yes Master” she purred; her mouth twisted into a sinister-sweet smile. She rotated her hips all the way back, pulling herself forward, just off my rod and onto my stomach. Slowly, she slid back, catching my hard penis on her crotch, and slowly guiding it into her dripping wet pussy without using her hands. She was good. In a few seconds, she had taking me inside her completely. Her pussy was warm and tight, and I could feel her juices dripping into me as she rotated her hips forward and back again. For a few minutes, we continued like that; she’d rotate her hips on and off my dick and I gently moved my hips in response.

She didn’t make a sound, aside from her breathing heavily and the naughty noises she made down below. I gave her one simple command, “Harder”, and she gladly obliged. Lifting her hips higher off me, she started to pound down lightly against me. It felt good, and I matched her movements with my own to add to the intensity. I was really getting into this, and luckily, since her blowjob, I felt like I could go on all night. As we pounded into each other, Charm began to make small mews and moans, really adding to the experience. She arched her back as she bounced and moaned, showing off the bottom of her breasts. I reached my hands up under her shirt, and felt her breasts as she stretched out. Her skin was so soft and warm; I needed to feel her against me. I pulled her shirt off over her head, showing off her beautiful petite frame and gorgeous round breasts.

“Turn around on my dick” I ordered, and Charm nodded. Lifting her left leg up, she brought it over to my left side, and rotated around, keeping my dick inside her pussy, turning all the way around until she was facing away from me. She spread her legs apart, and leaned back, as I started to rub my dick inside her hole. At this angle, I rubbed the front of her vagina more, pounding harder against her g spot. As a result, her moans increased in volume. Now we were cooking. I pounded my dick into her, not pushing in far, but hitting the right places, as she continued to moan. Her warm body leaned back into me, letting me see her bouncing breasts from over her shoulder. I grabbed her right breast and squeezed it as she squealed with excitement. This lasted for a short while, but I wanted to be inside her all the way, and this position did not allow that.

Holding together both her legs, I briefly lifted her off the bed, holding her up with one arm around her chest, and the other around her hips, and stood up. I couldn’t hold that for long, so I turned around, and plopped her down on all fours onto the bed. I popped out of her while changing position, but soon I was back in business, climbing on the bed and entering her vagina from the rear. She moaned and squealed with excitement as I thrust myself deeply inside her. She arched her back and stretched out her arms in front of her as I watched her sweet ass bounce with my movements. Her back was breathtakingly beautiful, thin and curvaceous. Her body felt incredible as we made love. I ran my hands along the curves of her back, giving her a brief and intense massage, while continually thrusting my hips.

Leaning forward, into her body, I cupped my hands around her breasts as she swayed back and forth with our movements. She panted loudly between her moans as I caressed and massaged her. Grabbing her left arm, and then her right, I pulled her body back as I leaned back, transferring her weight from her hand on the bed, to our arms moving with our bodies, intensifying her pleasure. Her hands grabbed onto my arms, as mine held hers, bringing her arms up and behind her, her body seemingly floating over the bed, her breasts freely shaking with our lovemaking.

“Oh God!” she blurted out as she arched her back, pulling against me. “It feels so good, master!” she mewed. She was getting close, very close. I continued to work my way inside her, her body reacting to mine. Her vagina was heavenly, well-lubricated, and sucking me in. I pounded into her harder and faster. “Oh!” she squealed. “Yes master! Yes! Fuck me good master!” She continued to squeal and moan loudly, filling my house with her screams of ecstasy. “Oh God! Master! You’re going to make me cum! YES!” she screamed. I loved it when she got loud like this.

“Ahhhhh!! I’m cumming master! I’m cummi- AHHHHH!!!” she screamed. Her body started to shake with pleasure as her orgasm rushed over her. I let go of her arms, and continued to thrust into her as she squealed and moaned and came. Her face contorted with that painful-pleasure of ecstasy. I pulled out of her and watched as her body spasms continued; her arms grabbed onto the sheets and pulled at them every which way as her orgasm rolled over her, leaving her twitching. Her cute short skirt covered almost nothing, giving me a full view of her privates. I watched in delight as her vagina pulsated with pleasure, before she finally fell limp on the bed.

I gave her a minute to catch her breath. She may have just had an explosive orgasm, but her master was not yet satisfied. I was already close, so it wouldn’t take long. I turned Charm over on the bed, so she faced me while on her back. Without saying a word, I mounted myself on her, thrust inside, and gave her everything I had. She started going wild! Her body was arching and twisting while her hips continued to respond to my movements. Her hands grabbed the bed for support, leaving her breasts exposed. I enjoyed watching her as her breasts bounced up and down with my thrusts, her face contorted in painful-pleasure.

“YES! Oh God Yes!!” she squealed as she threw back her head. “Fuck my pussy baby. Fuck me good! Oh Yes!” She moaned and mewed, squealed and screamed, her noises filled my house, and I loved it. “Cum in me, baby! Cum inside my body, master! Oh God! Oh GOD! OH GOD!”

It only took about 2 minutes for her to reach another climax. She was already so worked up from the last time; she was on the verge of cumming again when we started. Her body went into a series of spasms, her hips thrusting into me uncontrollably, her body shaking and twisting. Watching this mostly-naked girl come was perhaps the biggest turn on of all. As she lost control of her movements, I lost control as well, and shot my load inside her. I grunted as I came, filling her pussy with my spunk. She continued to spasm, although her movements were slowing down. I pulled out of her, spent and satisfied, while she continued to ride the wave of the orgasm.

Finally, she calmed down and stopped moving, and lay on the bed breathing heavily and mewing. We held each other for a while, sweat drying in the cool air, endorphins rushing through my body. We felt amazing; it was the best 'experiment' yet. After about 5 minutes, she rolled over and looked at the clock.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed. “I got to go! I’m going to be late for practice.” She got up and went into the bathroom. I watched as she sat on the toilet, and relived herself. She was very cute sitting there, gentle and delicate. I admired her body as she sat topless on the seat and smiled at myself. “What are you doing?” she asked, staring at me with a playful but annoyed look. “Toss me my bra and my top!”

I looked around and found her top, but her bra was still in the closet. I got up, put my pants back on, and grabbed her things. I also found her panties next to her bra, and brought them to her. She smiled at me as she took the clothes and started putting on her bra while she was finishing up on the toilet. I let her have some privacy while she dressed by leaving the room, even though I left the door open.

“Would you like something to eat before you go?” I yelled to her from the bedroom. I watched as she stood up, and slid her panties on under her skirt.

“No time!” she explained. “I am supposed to be there in 10 minutes, and it takes at least 15 to get there.” She finished up in the bathroom, emerging fully dressed. She looked around the room, found her bag inside the closet, and started throwing a few things in. I decided to use the bathroom myself while she was busy. The one problem with having such great sex is sometimes it takes a while before you can pee. I was lucky, and I managed to be done and leaving the bathroom just as she came running back up from the basement, where she had apparently collected a few more things she left.

“So how was I?” I asked her.

“Well, you did forget to order me around a few times” she explained as she reached in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “But I think you did pretty well. Maybe next time, you should be more forceful and make me do something really dirty.” She gave me a sexy smile before gulping down the water. “It was a little silly to role play as a robot, but fun. It really turned me on to have you treat me like a brainless machine. I got so wet. Just don’t get my school uniform dirty; I have to wear this you know.” She giggled as she finished her drink and grabbed her shoes. “What about me? How did I do as your ‘''robot sex slave''’?”

“You were terrific!” I exclaimed. She really was great at roleplaying. “I don’t think you could have done any better if you were a real robot” I joked. She laughed as she tied her shoes, and gave me a sweet smile.

“You’re sweet, you know that?” she teased with a cute smile. “It felt much better than the last 2 times though, right?”

“Oh yes, you have gotten much better, Charm.” It was true; she had gotten much better at sex, but also at the role playing. It was her idea to role play like this; I always let her chose the scenario. This was an interesting one, to say the least. “Third time’s the ''charm'', right Charm?” I joked again.

She laughed loudly at my joke, a lame play on her name. I liked her name, and she certainly had a lot of charm; it fit her well. I liked her laugh; it easily filled my house and warmed my heart. I helped her to her feet as she finished tying her shoes, and handed her bag to her. I walked her toward the back door.

“I have a great idea for tomorrow” she teased. “I can hardly wait to try it out on you, Teach.”

“I look forward to it. I’ll uh… see you after school then?” I had to be fast to keep up with her sometimes, she was always very creative. “Oh. And have fun at… uh… band practice.”

“It’s cheerleading practice, Teach. And I will” she replied. She leaned in toward me, stood on her tippy toes, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She still smelled great. I watched as she waved goodbye, and walked out my backdoor, closing it behind her.

I stood there for 20 seconds, counting quietly to myself. “… 18, 19, 20. Ready or not, here I come” I said to myself. I took a few steps forward and opened the backdoor. Charm stood there, motionless and stiff. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing had all but stopped. She looked like a statue, but real. “You really did do an excellent job, Charm. That was the best experiment yet.”

I walked up to her and lifted up the back of her shirt. I undid the clasp of her bra, and pulled a small remote out of my pocket, pointing it at her. With the push of a button, a large panel on her back appeared and flipped open, revealing her gynoid interior. Circuits and wires ran up and down her body, her spine was a metallic alloy with silicone-gel discs between each metallic bone. She had fiber optic cables running alongside her spine, and I could see her plastic ribcage encasing her vitals, but only just. I reached in and pushed a small button on the right side of her spine, and her body started to relax. I programmed her to follow me around while she was in this state, shutting off her higher thinking functions but obeying simple commands. I grabbed the bag of my clothes that she dropped, and walked back into the house. She followed me back into the house, her shirt still askew.

“You have come a very long way, Charm” I told her, even though her cybernetic mind couldn’t hear me. “I never expected you to show up thinking you were a school girl, and then decide to role play an affair with a teacher where we would role play you were a robot. I’d say this 3rd experiment was a huge success.” I smiled as I led her down to the basement again. “You really are my greatest invention, and the best ''‘robot sex slave’'' a man could ask for” I joked. She didn’t laugh, as I expected.

I turned toward her. “Lift your arms” I commanded. She complied, without saying a word, and I pulled her shirt off over her head, watching her bra come loose and hit the floor. I lowered her arms manually after placing her shirt on the table. “Charm, go to the charging station, and plug yourself in” I commanded. Silently, she obeyed, and walked gracefully over to an upright plastic structure. That stiff mechanical walk she did earlier was apparently all part of the role play, where she thought that was how a robot would walk, unaware that she was a robot herself. “Maybe I should program her to respond with ''Yes master'', I kind of liked that” I nonchalantly said to myself.

Once she reached the station, she turned around, and backed into it, standing upright and stiff as a metallic plug connected to the open port on her back. Her eyes lit up, glowed bright blue, slowly fading in and out as she charged. Her body remained still, not breathing and unmoving. After turning on some computers, I walked up to her, cable in hand, and pushed in her belly button with my thumb holding it there for a second or two.

“Thumbprint accepted, access granted” she said in a natural but emotionless tone. Her fake drone voice from before was also part of her act. While her monotone voice was rather cute, I preferred her to use a natural voice when she gave me feedback. Besides, it was a sexy voice. I watched as her flawless skin formed fine lines around her chest, surrounding her perky breasts. Each set of lines formed panels on her chest, which slowly rose up, and flipped open, revealing her main chest cavity. Inside, more circuits and wires appeared, along with a huge assortment of other parts, from frames to bladders. They all had a function, and they all worked well. She was a work of art, and my greatest achievement. I hooked up the cable inside her to a connection near her heart. “Run diagnostics GDM-113”.

“Diagnostics running, activity will be completed in approximately 20 minutes.” she replied; her eyes remained unfocused and slowly fading in and out with blue light. I tugged at her hair, undoing the silly looking pigtails I tied in there the night before. I wanted to try something a little more romantic this time, and I loved it when she wore her hair down.

“Thanks for the fun today, Charm” I told her, knowing she didn’t understand me. This third experiment was the most interesting one yet. In the first one, she had a system crash, while the second one ended with her confused and drained... “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us tomorrow.”

'''The End'''

Stories

2010-11-08T04:05:37Z

Gynoneko: Added "Third Times the Charm" story and "GynoNeko" author links

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===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===
#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===
#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===
#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===
#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===
#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===
#[[Untitled (Serf)|Untitled]]
#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===
#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===
#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===
#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===
#[[Maid To Order]]
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]]
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]]
#[[My Keeper]]
#[[Identity]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[Jumper...]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Yard Sale]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===
#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===
#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]

===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===
#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
|}

==Collaborative efforts==
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===
*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
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===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===
#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]

===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===
*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]
#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Tabula Rasa

2010-11-08T03:52:51Z

Gynoneko:

[[Follow your own plot|Back to "Follow your own plot"]]
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“You want me to beta test Tabula what?” Jack asked his friend Josh an engineer at Cybertech Labs.

“Tabula Rasa. It means blank slate, or in this case it’s an analysis program.” Josh explains.

“OK. What does that have to do with the naked girl in the box?” Jack responds still confused.

“This isn’t a girl exactly,” Josh begins to explain, “It’s one of many androids we’re beta testing the program on.”

“But she has a-“ Jack starts.

“Her body is a multifunctional type,” Interrupts red faced, “ adaptable to any purpose, including… the more carnal ones.”

“So she’s a sexb-“ begins again.

“Only potentially!” Josh explains, “Let me just explain the program. This unit TR-007, you might want to give it a better name, anyway the way the program works is the android begins as a mindless doll, but then the program starts analyzing its user and environment and creates behavior and personality programming based on its analysis. It also will alter it physical parameters to a limited extent, Eye color, Hair length and color,-“

“Breasts?” Jack asked interrupting.

“Yes breasts to,” Josh sighed. “Basically it becomes what the user desires of it. In theory anyway. For the FAQ there is a decent chance of its obedience programming will be overridden to a limited extent. Just stuff like you tell it to stay put but it pushes you out of the way of a car. Its overall loyalty programming should remain intact, probably, we think. There is also the possibility that it might develop multiple personalities, and that said personalities develop different physical characteristics.” Josh stopped.

“So it’s mine?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” Josh replied, “Just sign here, there is some clothes for it in here.”

Jack took the paper and signed it.

“To start it up, press a button at the back of its neck, its only the activation button, you have to open it up for its off one. It’ll prompt you if you want to rename it.”
Josh explained.

“Hmm, I think I’ll call it Rasa,” Jack muses to himself.

“How very unoriginal.” Josh comments , “Anyway I have other people to see, bye.”

At that Josh left.
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[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]