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JohnFabar4:

Sara - The Return

2016-09-28T13:19:29Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

'''Sara - The Return
'''
by droidgirl

"I have completed all of the admin, Essjay... you've got me working like a machine."

"A machine... machine... malfunction... mal-func-tion" she repeats over and over until he reaches his hand around to the back of her neck.

She freezes, sitting totally lifeless and gazing straight at the white wall.

"Jeez, this latest secretary model is ridden with bugs" he mutters, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialling. "Ah yes, Hi. Gold tech support please."

"Hi, this is Essjay, got a problem with the Sara unit again - can you get someone out in the morning?"

He completes the call and looking up at the clock on the wall near his secretary's desk - 7.30pm - he decides that's enough for today. He shuts down the PC on her desk, and runs his finger through her flowing red hair, around to her soft pale cheeks and onto her lips. He contemplates for a second and then walks over to the door, turns out the lights and leaves the office.

It is 8am the following morning and he is already in the office. As he sits, slouching a little and checking his messages, the buzzer sounds on the intercom. He presses a button.

"Yeah, please send him up".

A knock sounds at the door and in walks an engineer, late 40s, greying a little. He almost drags along his sturdy looking kit bag.

He nods towards her. She sits behind her desk, having not moved an inch since the night before. Her wide eyes staring across the office.

"Same sort of problem as last time", he tells the engineer. "Seems to get stuck in some sort of loop - usually after working for about 10 hours".

"You're a slave driver, y'know?!" the engineer jokes.

"I'm wondering if I should have stuck with the last one I had really? Maybe not as realistic but could certainly get the work done without falling over all the time", he retorts.

"Well, you know she's the newest model out there - barely out of beta when you upgraded. I'm sure you remember what the last Sara model used to be like?!" the engineer responds re-assuringly. "Anyway, I've bought the latest rom updates with me", he continues, "They're not publicly released until next week but as you've been having problems, we'll bung them on if you're happy with that?", the engineer asks.

"Yeah, sure. If it'll make things a bit more reliable - I ended up doing a load of admin myself this morning and I'm supposed to be at meetings all afternoon.", he continues. "Anyway, wanna coffee? I'll get one on the go and leave you to it." he asks the engineer.

She sits perfectly upright in the chair, white blouse, short red skirt and patterned black hold-ups. The engineer carefully moves her skirt upwards until her stocking tops meet her pale thighs, and then her lacy black underwear.

He takes the small cable out of his kitbag, and feeling with his hands, pulls her panties to the side and appears to push the connector somewhere around her crotch area. He moves her skirt downwards again. He grabs the laptop out of his bag by the screen, hits a button and connects the other end of the cable.

He proceeds to attentively watch all the diagnostic data scrolling on the screen... 'hardware status ok' 'secretary emulation rom v5.6 ok' 'no more rom modules installed' 'initialising bug check report'.

"Yeah, just some software bugs to be honest, can't see anything wrong with the hardware itself, so we'll bung the updates on and see how things go", the engineer shouts across the office. "Oh, and I've also got the beta sexual emulation rom with me also - something you'd be interested in?"

Essjay walks across the room, and places a mug of coffee on the desk.

"Well, I dunno if I've really thought about doing it with a robot before... but then, the last model didn't exactly have a body like this one!" he smiles, taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Ah, yeah, go for it - she cost plenty so might as well get my money's worth - just hope she's more reliable in bed than in the office!" he sarcastically remarks.

"Anyway, I better get back to it", he says and walks back over to his office.

The engineer continues to watch the debugging data as it flashes on the screen. He nods, and occasionally takes a swig of his drink.

Suddenly she appears to come to life again. "Sara type 3 secretarial android. Rom version 5.6.". Her natural voice breaks away to a more flat tone. "Service mode entered."

He taps away on the laptop.

"Uploading new rom update... unpacking... installing 10... 40... 60... 100%". "New rom version 6.0 installed.", she reports.

"Uploading new rom update... unpacking... installing... WARNING", she says quite assertively. "This update has not been signed, are you sure you wish to continue?", she questions.

The engineer moves the cursor on the laptop to confirm.

"Installing 10... 30... 40... 70... 100%". "New rom module sex emulation 2.3 installed", she acknowledges.

The engineer shouts across the office, "Ok, that's that done. I'll give her a hard reset and we should be there".

He hits the reset button on the laptop application, and enters a password when prompted to do so. She blinks and a faint whirring sound is heard emitting from within her. Her head suddenly moves to the left, then to the right, and then directly forward again. He quickly moves his hand up her skirt again and retracts the cable that was connected.

"Sara type 3 secretarial android. Rom version 6.0. Sexual response emulation 2.3", she says in her flat tone, which then becomes a natural female voice again "Systems initialised, I am Sara."

A slight pause, and then she springs into life again. She immediately gets up and proceeds to walk across the room in her red heels and into her boss' office. They talk in the background.

The engineer packs away the laptop and cable and places them back in his bag. He slurps as he finishes his coffee, and walks over to the office himself.

"Ok, she should be good to go. I'm pretty sure this will be an improvement. Here's my business card with my mobile number. Oh, and have some fun!", the engineer rather suggestively says.

"Yeah cheers..." (he looks at the card). "Mike. I'll give you a call if I have any more problems" comes the reply.

The engineer nods and makes his way to the door.

The next time he glances at the time in the corner of the screen its just gone 6pm. He gives a sigh, and a yawn, and closes the lid of the laptop and gets up from his seat.

"C'mon Sara, let's call it a day", he says.

"Ok, I have finished the paperwork for the meeting on Monday", she replies. "I'll place myself into standby mode in a minu..".

"Actually", he interjects, "I want you to come home with me this weekend."

"Ok, as you wish Essjay", she confirms as she turns off her PC and gets up from her seat.

They both walk towards the door, and following behind her, he switches off the lights and ensures the door locks behind them.

The sports car manouvres into a space marked reserved. A dimly lit carpark underneath a towering glass skyscraper at street level. They both proceed to get out of the car and walk towards the elevator.

"I have never seen where you live before", comments Sara. "I'm slightly curious as to why you are inviting me?", she asks.

He says nothing as they enter the elevator. He presses the button for the 11th floor, and the door closes.

As it starts to move, his eyes catch hers. He then goes to kiss her. In both amazement and surprise, she withdraws from his advance, turning her head away.

"Wha...". she begins, but before she can finish her words her newly installed sexual response programs activate. Caught in what seems like a moment of utter confusion, she then turns her head back again and her eyes meet his again. She nudges forward a little, and her mouth finds his. His left hand goes to caress the soft contours of her neck, chin and cheeks and they kiss intensely.

The elevator shudders to a stop, and the doors open. They break free from their embrace to vacate and he leads her down the narrow corridor leading to door 116. He looks directly into the sensor to the right of the door, and then passes his thumb over a sensor. The iris and fingerprint detection system flashes up 'access ok' and releases the door catch. The lights turn on automatically as they both enter.

"Please, make yourself comfortable Sara", he says as he points towards the living room - a sparse, minimalist expanse, with glass from floor to ceiling on two sides. The bright lights of the city can be seen for miles.

"An incredible view", Sara shouts as she walks over to one of the windows and surveys the metropolis. He meanwhile makes his way to the other side of the room where the open plan kitchen and dining area is, and comes back with a bottle of red wine. He pours himself a large glass.

"Yeah, it's pretty special", he agrees. She turns around to look at him and he nods his head towards the huge leather sofa and the glass top coffee table in the middle. A huge flat screen television adorns the plain white wall in front of it.

She walks over and sits on the sofa, initially straight and stiff, but then allows herself to rest back a little. He grabs the remote control laying on the table and presses a few buttons. Blinds sweep across the windows and lock out the night sky, whilst the bright ceiling lights dim. He grabs at another remote and some music begins to play in the background.

He takes a large sip of the wine and almost slams it down on the glass table. He throws his shoes off, whilst she carefully bends down and removes her heels.

"What a week!", he exclaims as he crashes down onto the sofa. He turns his head to the left to look at Sara, who returns a smile and rubs the tips of her fingers at the buttons on her blouse.

He reaches over and runs his left hand up and down the material of the blouse, applying a little pressure as he feels around her left breast, then her right. He can see her black bra through the thin white material of the top.

"They made an incredible job of you, ya know?", he remarks, looking up and down her.

"Thankyou Essjay. I don't know how I never noticed before just how good looking you are", she responds, in total unaware of the new modules that have been installed in her. She thrusts her right arm out and runs her hand through his short black hair, and around to his ears and mouth.

She leans forward and they kiss, circling their mouths around each other. He runs his left hand up her leg, and to where her hold-ups end. Her skin is so warm, so soft, so natural. He continues to feel her sex through her underwear, and runs his finger around her vulva. Backing of for a moment from their kissing, he exclaims "You're wet?!" in partial surprise at the degree of her realism.

He tugs a little at her knickers. They both reposition themselves so he is now kneeling on the sofa over her. She responds by running her hand around his trousers and unzipping his flies, pulling them down a little to reveal his muscular thighs and underwear. She can see the movement of his penis, from semi to almost upright, clearly being restrained by the underwear.

She lifts herself a little from her laying position enough to slide down her skirt. He carefully takes it in his hand and tosses it to the floor. She tugs at his shirt and he lowers himself over her. She unbuttons his crisp white shirt, from top to bottom and he manages to throw it off and again onto the floor. He then slides his underwear down, and both his underwear and trousers end up at his ankles. He twists and shakes until they both fall free.

Through her knickers, he runs some of his fingers around her fanny and outer labia and and then pushes them into her vagina. She lets off a slight moan as he does so.

"Touch me", she commands. Sensors in her vagina activate as he explores her with his fingers. The data signals temporarily flood her memory, and suddenly her CPU usage peaks heavily as a number of subroutines execute.

She unbuttons her blouse to reveal the top of her soft, full breasts, tightly held by her bra. She then pushes her hands between her back and the sofa and unhooks the bra. She looks at him and he pulls the bra away to reveal the pale breasts, her large nipples already erect.

"Fuck me", she demands. He's quite taken aback by this assertive tone, he's usually so used to her passive programming, but he's not complaining. He withdraws his fingers from her and pulls down the knickers. Down her thighs and down the silky stockings.

He looks up and down her, his penis hardens and sits totally erect as he observes the neatly trimmed gingery-red public hair, the beautiful labia lips and the wetness.

"You're absolutely incredible", he tells her.

"Thankyou Essjay, I am feeling so horny.", she whispers.

"Horny.... hor-ny", she repeats, the last word breaking into a dragged out robotic tone.

But rather than him being being put off by her latest stuck loop, he finds himself even more aroused by the sight of this beautiful woman, her perfect body, but knowing that she's a robot and also her imperfections.

He masturbates whilst over her, his penis getting sticky from some pre-cum. She touches the tip with a finger and then takes it back to her own mouth, licking it.

"Hmmm, so good", she breathlessly remarks. She takes her hand and masturbates the penis herself, he pants and moans as she does so.

She continues, whilst he moves back over her fondles with her tits. She sighs and moans as she caresses and rubs them, taking his mouth to her nipples. Thousands of sensors activate within her breasts and she moans some more.

Her systems flag that her sexual response module is hogging CPU and memory resources, but as her breasts are being fondled, and she continues to wank him off, she is barely able to dynamically manage the subroutines all activating.

"I am over-loading, resources are struggling", she says amongst moans. He's not at all bothered by this, in fact, he find himself incredibly turned on by it.

She lets go of his penis and he sits back up a little, guiding his totally hard penis into her. She moans as he enters her, her artificial sex stretching to accommodate him.

"Uggghh. Fuck. Me. I am over-load-ing.", she slightly stutters. "Cannot process interrupts, exception at 00fe110c", she reports.

He thrusts harder in and out of her. Her moans occasionally break into a flat, metallic almost gargling sound.

"Mal-func-tion... mal-func-tion" she repeats. He retracts his penis and she lets out a large sigh and one of her subroutines flags up as not responding. He moves up her body again and licks and runs his mouth around her tits. She again grabs his penis and masturbates it, occasionally some of his sticky cum into her mouth.

"That is so good. So. Good", she tells him in a broken, drawn out way. "Ah ha", he utters inbetween panting. He furiously rubs her now solid clitoris. Incredible detail he muses to himself.

Her systems attempt to end the program that is no longer responding, and re-launch it. But, her attempts to do so fail and it continues to create excessive CPU load.

Her moans get higher pitched, and occasionally more broken. Seeing that she's at at times almost paralysed as her systems struggle to keep up, he pulls back and inserts his penis back into her again. He thrusts harder.

"Warning. Systems now at...", he begins to say but he pushes his mouth over hers to kiss and cuts her off mid sentence. She mumbles as she still tries to speak but her systems are ultimately programmed to reciprocate his actions.

"Over-load. Mal-func-tion. Warning. Fatal system error at ffef2020. Must. Terminate. Executable sxsvrga.exe. Must. Term", she robotically splutters but cuts off before completing.

Her sighs, pants and moans become ever constant, and increasingly disjointed. She takes her tits in her hands and fondles and squeezes them.

"I..... I..... I....." is all that she can now muster, her voice like a 90s voice synthesiser.

Then, he let's off a huge shriek as he orgasms. Just as he does so, he retracts his penis swiftly, and cums all over. He wanks a bit more as more cum drips onto her, some on her belly, some on her right breast which she moves her hand over to touch. And then he shoots a bit more onto her mouth and chin. Her left hand scoops some of the cum from here and into her mouth.

A fast-paced bleeping joins the 'I.... I.....'. This momentarily breaks and she appears to stutter the word 'cum'.

Then, as he sits back a little, panting, what sounds like an electrical short is heard from within her. Then another. Her head shakes abruptly to the left, then the right.

'Zzzzttttt. Zzzt' again sound from her. Some electrical smoke now emits from her mouth, and some from her vulva.

Not wanting things to stop, and not at all phased by the light whispy smoke, he massage her clit.

'Zttttt' she continues. 'System mal-func-tion. Sex systems have overheated. Burn out detected on chipset a3452" she reports in her monotone way. Her CPU and memory resources at this point begin to throttle and the erratic programs terminate.

"Sara type 3. Secretarial. Android. Shutdown. In. Oper-ay-tion. Term-in-ating." she repeats.

What sounds like a computer fan slowing down can be heard, as her the beeping lowers in octave, until a final low beep emits. She releases a low sigh and her eyes shut. She lays on the sofa, completely lifeless, as a little bit of final electrical smoke emits from her mouth.

He pulls back and sits up. He is just about recovering his breath.

"Oh. Shit", he shouts. "That was amazing". He reaches out to grab what's left of his glass of wine on the table and takes a large gulp. Still panting a little.

He looks at his robotic secretary in her seeming slumber. Naked apart from her black stockings, having rolled down a little during sex. He is still incredibly hard and leans over one more time and gives her a quick peck on her cheek.

He lays back on the sofa next to her, and grabs the remote from the table, and switches on the television. He pours another glass of red.

He feels to the right where his trousers lay, and into the right pocket where his mobile phone is. He finds the business card that the engineer gave him earlier in the day. Despite it being past midnight, he can't resist sending a text message.

'Mike, it's Essjay. I think I'm gonna need you out again on Monday, I found a bug ;)' he grins as he presses send.

'''End
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Too Perfect

2016-09-28T13:18:17Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category,

Andrew sat down, as he always did, right behind the foreign exchange student. Her name was Maria. He didn’t know what he was going to say, all he knew was today was the day he would have to at least try. Ever since that first day of class when he had seen her walk into the auditorium he knew he was in trouble. Girls like that were usually too perfect, meaning they were probably part of the schools colleges robotics program, off limits, no touching whatsoever, strictly research and development platforms. Sure they had sophisticated artificial intelligence programs, and acted like their human counter-parts in every way, but they always looked too beautiful, too flawless. Originally the rules hadn’t always existed, but that quickly ended when one of the prototypes was found out at a frat party after one of the jocks from the football team had screwed the fembot so hard it had suffered a catastrophic meltdown. According to the rumors it had suffered a short in one of its coolant pumps, designed to keep its sexual systems from over heating and had caught fire, its head exploding into a twisted melted mess of synthetic flesh and bio robotic technology. But that had never been confirmed, and as far as Andrew was concerned he was already determined to see if Maria was as flawless as she looked.

At the end of class Andrew collected his laptop and quickly ran to catch up with Maria who was already leaving the auditorium. As he approached her he could help but notice her curvaceous hips as her derriere swayed back and forth in her tight pink mini skirt.

“Hey Maria!” he called out, tapping her lightly on her shoulder. Maria spun around.

“Hey Andrew, can I help you with something?”

Andrew nodded, knowing that the robot’s first directive would be his in. She probably didn’t know that he knew she was a robot, heck she probably didn’t even know she was either. A double blind experiment designed to explore in the average American college student’s life they had said when the experiment had been revealed to the public. The prime directive: to explore and help scientist identify the elements of the average college students social life and behaviors.

“I was actually hoping you could come back to my dorm and help me out with something?” Maria quickly glanced to her right.

“What were you hoping I could help you with?”

“Anatomy,” Andrew quickly answered, realizing technically he wasn’t lying about the subject.

“Sure, I guess I can,” Maria answered, “Besides, I have noticed that you were staring a lot at me in class.” Andrew’s face turned beat red as he held the door open for her and quickly followed her outside, just realizing that she was leading the way to his dorm. A dorm she had never been to, yet somehow seemed to know how to get to.

Upon arriving at his dorm Andrew held the door open. Maria walked in, her long brown hair cascading over the tube top she was wearing. Closing the door behind him Andrew tossed his laptop onto the desk while Maria sat down on his bed, her dark brown eyes following his movements as he walked over and sat down next to her.

“Listen Maria, I’ve got a question for you,” he asked, paying close attention now to her face.

“Yes?”

“Well, you see, I’ve always thought you were really pretty and was wondering if it’d be okay if I… Well… Did this…?” Andrew immediately grabbed both her shoulders and pulled her close to him, kissing her firmly on the lips. Her lips felt soft and moist, and at first she didn’t seem to respond. Her eyelids seemed to flutter independently of one another, but Andrew didn’t relent, and soon she leaned into him, her eyelids seeming to have stopped their sporadic blinking.

“… Ummm… Wow… I - Error - extremely flattered,” she said, her head quickly twitching to the right. Could she already be starting to suffer a malfunction, Andrew wondered. But soon his mind was elsewhere, as her hand was slowly guiding his hand underneath her skirt. Greedily Andrew slid his hand underneath her panties and began running his fingers over her clit. Maria kissed him greedily, her tongue and his now intertwined. As he continued to play with her she quietly whimpered in pleasure and pulled away from his lips, looking at him with greedy eyes while she slid her top off revealing two perky breasts. She took his other hand and slid it up her chest and around her nipples while his other hand continued to rub faster and faster. He leaned in and grasping her breast firmly, slowly kissing every part until he came to the nipple. She was moaning more now, and louder too.

“I want you in - error - conflict in self preserrrrrv,” Maria’s right arm shook in rapid succession, her face frozen for a brief second, seemingly stuck on the word before continuing, “ inside of me.” At first Andrew had been nervous, worried, but all pretense of worry was gone now as he quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled off his shirt. He knelt down and tore off Marias panties, now wet with synthetic lubricant. She lay back on the bed, and Andrew slowly began kissing his way up from her chest to her neck. Maria looked at him.

“Well Andrew Andrew Andrew,” her head twitching to the left every time she said his name, “What are you waiting for? I I I I I can handle it.”

Immediately he thrust into her pussy, and Maria moaned out, her back arching. Her hands grasped his back as he bit her bottom lip. As he started to fuck her faster he thought he heard something metallic coming loose inside the artificial college beauty, but he ignored it. Her vagina was so tight and wet every time he pushed inside her synthetic lubricant squirted out. The metallic sound was indeed getting louder, and her beautiful eyes blinking more rapidly out of sync with each other. Her hands both fondled her tits, only the motions were becoming more mechanical with he pounding that she took, but Andrew didn’t care. Maria, even though she was a robot, was the hottest girl in school, perfect from her supple bubble butt, to her soft breasts that jiggle as he fucked the girl of his dreams.

He was caught off guard when unexpectedly she threw him to the ground and climbed on top of him, doing a split and squatting her perfect ass down on top of his manhood. She grinned as it slid up into her. Andrew just lay there and gasped as the perfect automaton slowly ground away, bouncing her flawless body up and down his dick.

“My pussy pussy pussy is so so so wet!” Andrew looked up and saw both her hands grasping her breasts, furiously rubbing her nipples in extremely quick, jerky succession. Her eyelids fluttered independent of each other rapidly.

“I’m so so so horny hor – I’m perfect perfect perfect,” her head twitching with every repeated word. She continued to bounce up and down faster and faster, the mechanical sound becoming unmistakable as her voice continued rising in pitch, keeping pace with the incredible speed she was fucking the young college student. Andrew was so turned on he lost control and spanked her perfect ass, causing her to moan even louder, her processors overloaded with pleasure. Sparks could be seen erupting inside her belly now, and Andrew knew this was it, the final straw. He came inside of her, completely overloading her sensory feedback. She arched her back staying in the split all the while going faster and faster, her moaning louder and higher pitched then ever, until there was a loud bang. Andrew looked up just in time to see Maria’s flawless face explode in a shower of flames, her beautiful head shattered into a million tiny pieces of synthetic skin and electrical components. Synthetic lubricant gushed out from her overflowing pussy, and her petite, tight little frame wound down and ground to halt atop his dick. Andrew stared and laughed.

Totally worth it, he thought.
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Conspiracy

2016-09-28T13:17:55Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

It had been a few weeks since his friend, Andrew, had been expelled from the school. Various rumors popped up all over campus ranging from the possible to the downright absurd. One of the students said he had even overheard a faculty member talking about how they would have to start all over from scratch after what his friend had done to their, “prototype.” But Ryan just ignored most of them. Besides that’s what most rumors usually turned out to be, nothing more then rumors. But as the days continued Ryan grew more suspicious. It wasn’t that the rumors were finally getting to him. It was the fact that the girl Andrew had had a crush on still had yet to return to class. Maria had always been on time, one of those students who had never missed a class. Ryan had to admit she was quite stunning, and even more perplexing was the fact that, unlike most girls like her she never went to any parties. Instead she was either in class, at the library studying, or at home as far as anyone could tell.

When Andrew had first told him he thought Maria was a robot and what he intended to do Ryan had initially tried to convince him otherwise, by that point Andrew had become convinced and Ryan could only shake his head as the campus police dragged his friend away while he shouted at the students gathered around. And while at first everything seemed to return to normal the one thing, or person rather, who didn’t return was Maria. When Ryan asked around no one seemed to care. After all Maria hadn’t really had many friends, despite being one of the most stunning girls on the campus. Ryan’s suspicions only grew deeper when, during one of his classes, the professor addressed Maria’s absence by explaining that she had, “transferred to another school.” He found it hard to believe that, despite not being too social, Maria would have just up and left without saying a word to anyone. He decided he’d have to mention it later to his girlfriend, Alena. Maybe she would know something.

When Ryan walked into his dorm room later that night he tossed his bag down beside his desk and collapsed on his bed, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. Just as he was about to text his girlfriend he heard the sound of his dorm room door open, followed by the sound of it being closed. Before he could hop up Alena hopped on top of him, causing him to let out a loud, “Oomph.”

“Hey silly,” she said, smiling. Ryan looked up at her. Despite having dated her for several years now he still could not believe how fortunate he was to have her. In his eyes she easily was the most beautiful girl in the world.

“When’d you get out of class gorgeous?”

“Ten minutes ago. The professor wouldn’t stop lecturing us about some stupid philosophy stuff. It felt like hours,” she giggled, leaning in for a kiss. Ryan embraced her and rolled over on top of her.

“Listen Alena, you remember Maria, right?” Alena nodded.

“Wasn’t she the one your friend had a crush on?” Ryan nodded.

“Any idea why she just suddenly decided to transfer?” Alena seemed to pause for a moment as if she were contemplating her response.

“Well I don’t know, she never really fit in here, maybe she felt she wouldn’t be missed?” Alena started kissing Ryan again, slowly starting to work her way down his neck while her hands slid underneath his pants.

“Why are we talking about her anyways,” she asked, her hands stroking his manhood, “When we could be doing something more… Productive?” Ryan closed his eyes while Alena pulled him up and removed his shirt, slowly kissing his chest and working her way down his torso.

“I guess if you insist,” Ryan said, his head falling back into the pillow. He felt Alena’s gentle lips as she continued to kiss her way down his chest, her hands just having un-done the button and fly on his jeans.

She looked up at him, a mischievous smirk painted onto her beautiful face. Slowly her lips enveloped his already stiff manhood as Ryan let out a sigh. Her tongue gently gliding up and down, side to side as her head bobbed slowly at first and then gradually faster and faster as she picked up the pace. Ryan ran his hands through her soft brunette hair while she continued to suck. He knew he was getting close, and felt some of the pre-cum as it erupted into Alena’s eager mouth where she licked every last drop.

“Babe you are amazing,” Ryan stated, lifting his head up to look at her. But as he did he noticed Alena had seemingly frozen, his shaft still buried deep in her mouth.

“Alena?!” Nothing happened. Scared Ryan reached over to poke her, when suddenly she sprang back to life, continuing to blow him as if nothing had happened.

“Alena, what just happened,” Ryan asked, concerned she had suffered some sort of seizure. Alena looked up at him, the same smirk still on her face.

“What do you mean,” she said, slowly kissing his abdomen and working her way back up his torso.

“Well, you sort of just, I don’t know, froze!” She kept kissing him, by now having worked her way up to his chest.

“What like a computer? Come on, don’t be silly.”

“But I swea-.” Before Ryan could finish she abruptly interrupted him by kissing him square on the lips. Any concern Ryan had vanished as he became lost in her kiss, their lips intertwining. He grabbed her full firm buttocks and then worked his hands up, tugging her shirt as he went. Alena lifted her arms above her head as he pulled it over and tossed it on the floor. She looked him in the eyes, but not before he noticed her head twitch slightly to the left.

“Babe are you su-,” he began to ask, only to be interrupted once again.

“Seriously Ryan, stop worrying, I’m fine,” she stated as she wriggled out of her jeans and then proceeded to pull off Ryan’s. When she was done she crawled back on top of him now she only wore a small thong. Her small but supple breasts grazed his chest as she whispered into his ear, “I want you inside me.” Ryan immediately obliged and slowly pulled down her panties, tossing them aside as she sat down on his cock. He felt the sweet warmth of her wet pussy envelop him as she slowly started to ride up and down his shaft, both locked in a kiss. Slowly she began to moan as her magnificent derriere glided up and down.

“Oh Ryan, you feel so so so so so good.” Immediately Ryan looked up at his girlfriend and saw as her head twitch erratically to the right, almost like she was caught on the word so.

“Alena…?” She paid him no heed as she continued to grind on his cock. It was then that Ryan noticed the faint smell of ozone in the room.

“No… You can’t be…” Alena’s rhythm began to accelerate, her perfect buttocks bouncing and jiggling as her motions became faster and faster.

“Don’t you just love my warm sweet juicy pussy pussy pussy?” By now Ryan knew that something was horribly wrong, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel somewhat turned on. As Alena continued to thrust downwards onto his shaft faster and faster, a horrible sound slowly began to grow. Ryan wasn’t sure what to make of it, save for the fact that t was definitely coming from his girlfriend. Alena, though had apparently had enough of that position and spun herself around with the ease of a gymnast so her marvelous buttocks was now in Ryan’s field of vision. Oddly enough this move seemed to have put too much of strain on the artificial girl, as the grinding sound increased even louder, to the point where Ryan could almost hear gears ripping themselves apart inside his beautiful girlfriend’s torso. By now Alena was squealing in pleasure, though her voice had elevated ever so slightly, almost as if it were trying to match the speed at which the varsity cheerleader were now fucking her boyfriend.

“I wasn’t meant to be fucked fucked fucked at such such such such high speeds speeds,” she proclaimed, though her body only continued to gyrate faster and faster. By now Ryan was fully turned on despite having been initially alarmed by his girlfriends behavior. Her erratic pumping distracted every thought he had had as to why his girlfriend was a robot. As Ryan continued to watch in amazement he couldn’t help himself and smacked her ass. Alena let out a surprised, “Oh my!” when a spring sprung through the synthetic skin, bouncing off the bed and onto the floor. Immediately the sound grew louder, and her motions became more sporadic.

“Mmm Ryan Ryan Ryan – Critical error detected – You’re huge cock inside my warm warm warm wet pussy – Tear in cooling unit detected -,” Alena said her head twitching with every repeated word, eyelids blinking independently of each other. Alena once again lifted herself up, only this time her motions were more jerky. Indeed she almost looked as if she might topple over. But she managed to put both legs out, lowering herself onto Ryan’s shaft in a split as she bounced ever faster. Another spring, this time coming loose through one of her breasts, ripped through where her right nipple had been, leaving it dangling there as the robotic cheerleader arched her back.

“I’m so so so wet, I – Critical system overload detected - think think think I might might might cum – Primary safeties non functional – baby baby baby don’t you you you – Meltdown of positronic core imminent - just love my perfect perfect perfect body body body,” Alena practically sang as she arched her back, her head twitching erratically, body grinding ever quicker as the high pitched whine of her systems protested her own movements. Ryan watched in amazement as he could hardly contain himself any longer when he felt her vagina walls squeeze and warm fluid gushed out of her now squirting pussy. He also felt a warm liquid start to pool on the bed, and quickly realized that the skin covering a mechanism housed in her buttocks had reached critical levels, melting away the beautiful girls plastic skin.

He no longer could hold himself any longer and exploded into the artificial vagina. Alena trembled, her body bouncing up and down with incredible speed. Just as she arched her back farther then he thought possible there was a loud pop as some critical component gave way and her eyes sprang open in surprise as she proclaimed, “Oh dear!” It was in that precise moment her head exploded off her shoulders in a fiery eruption on flame and sparks, leaving only a smoldering gaping maw where her head had once been, now reduced to ruin. Ryan shifted and heaved her off of himself, shocked as he only began to absorb what had happened. The love of his life had been a robot. The girl he thought he would go onto marry. Ryan swore he would find out what was happening, and he knew it had something to do with the school he was at. And if he was to find out exactly what it was, he would need to contact his friend Andrew somehow.
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Lusty 3rd Encore

2016-09-24T01:57:08Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

“Warning! Minami Makimura Fembot corrupted… Please repair drive… Please repair drive – file #20612… Functions ceased… Please fix fembot unit…”

Two men in white coats and black hair were fixing up Minami Makimura, who had long brown hair and was naked. Her midriff and chest was open, as they repaired her circuitry. She was cross-eyed, with her mouth open, and her lower body was splattered with white goo, with her pussy detached and on the floor, with her hands by it. She started to twitch, as they twisted her wires. She started to bend a bit, as she beeped incoherently.

“Jesus,” the first technician asked, “I can’t believe our Sex Robot took a beating, from downstairs. She’s not just programmed for sex.”

The second technician replied, as he examined her stomach, “All that cum… It clogged her entire CPU; not even her Wi-Fi battery module would fix her up. It’s no better than our Mizuki Robot. Don’t forget, they were programmed to observe Comic Party and other conventions.”

“What I don’t get is why she suddenly broke down and had sex with Mizuki Robot.”

“It’s so sudden. Minami-Bot said that she found Mizuki-Bot in the trash. But it seemed that Mizuki-Bot was too horny.”

They were behind Mizuki, the broken gynoid from before, as she was displayed with just her upper body and head. Her lower half, arms, and legs were on the floor, as they were about to fix her. They said that Minami was fucked by Mizuki, after a sexual ecstasy. However, it was not true. Minami is indeed a robot, designed for sex, as well as Mizuki. But it was days ago, in the dressing room in Comic Party.

At Comic Party, Asahi Sakurai finished her performance on-stage. She returned to her dressing room, as Minami, in her glasses, blue uniform, and visor hat, was waiting for her. She smiled and said, “Good showing, out there, Asahi.”

Asahi smiled and said, “Thanks. I had a lot of fun.”

Minami then asked, “Well, I know you don’t have time on your hands, but… Since Comic Party is closing, how about--? How about--?”

She grew nervous, as she confessed, “How about we have a get-together in my house?”

Asahi turned her head and said, “Uh… No. I really should be going.”

Minami smiled, “Come on. It’ll be fun. You can hang with me, chat together, and even share a drink.”

Asahi whispered, “Well… I don’t know…”

Minami then said, “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

She tilted her head to the right, as she blushed. Asahi then said, as she was very concerned and taciturn, “Sorry… But the last time I did that, I had a nightmarish encounter with Mizuki. I, uh, don’t know how to say it, but--.”

“Say no more. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

She stared at her chest, as she continued, “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

She then blushed and puckered her lips to her. Asahi gasped, as Minami replied, “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Asahi asked in nervousness, “Minami, are you okay?”

Minami said, “I’m fine. You had a disastrous night with Mizuki, and you want to share it, I understand. Tonight at 8?”

Asahi blushed, as she turned away, “No… It’s not just Mizuki… It’s Eimi, too. She invited me to her house, just for fun, but… all we did was lie around, get naked… and I think she masturbated on me. It’s disgusting.”

Minami was shocked, “Oh, my. Eimi’s such a grabby little sex hound.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. You can have me, and you won’t have sex or intercourse. Besides, by the look on your hip, your vaginal area seemed much worn out.”

Asahi blushed completely, as she moaned, “If you’re implying I masturbate, you’re crazy!”

Minami giggled, “Come on. It’ll be fun. I am about twice as older than you.”

Asahi said, “Well… Okay. 9.”

Minami said, “8.”

“9:30.”

“8.”

Asahi huffed, “Goodbye.”

She walked off, as Minami replied, tilting her head to the left, “8:30?”

Asahi smiled and said, “Sure. 8:30.”

She left her dressing room, as Minami giggled, as she held her left breast, “Asahi Sakurai… My sex robot. At last, we’ll meet.”

She’s the only one who knows that Asahi Sakurai is a robot; the very same one that fucked with Mizuki and Eimi. However, the strict and rule-abiding gynoid (before she was revealed to her) had a plan.

That night, Minami was in the shower, washing herself. She then thought, “Asahi, I will find you your true calling, my beautiful sex robot. After all, we robots have to stick together.”

Minutes later, Asahi arrived at the door, as Minami, in her glasses and shirt, with panties on, opened the door. She bowed, as she blushed, “Welcome, Asahi Sakurai. Make yourself at home.”

Asahi whispered, “I won’t be long.”

She stepped inside and took a seat on the couch. Minami then took off her glasses and swayed her long hair. She then asked, “So, you know what happened to Mizuki?”

Asahi nodded, “Yes. I was with her, in a hotel, and she suddenly took advantage of me. After we had a night together, Mizuki was frozen stiff. She was a robot. I didn’t know. She took me to the limit, and she broke down.”

Minami said, “I know. And well… You did right… since she was an older model. I am an older model, too, Asahi.”

Asahi gasped, “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You ought to know. You had sex with her.”

“Well… I think it was my visions of cum… Cum… Cum…”

She shivered, as she felt something jingle in her frontal hip. She moaned, as she held her frontal area, “Miss Minami, there’s something wrong with me! Every time I say “Cum”… OH! …I always had this sensation.”

Minami took off her shirt, revealing her bare breasts, and said, “I think I know. Allow me.”

She beeped, as she winked. Asahi shivered in fear and moaned, “Uh… Minami?”

She approached her face and kissed her on the lips. As her soft lips touched hers, Asahi started to moan passionately, as she started to caress her bare butt. She removed her panties and whispered, “I don’t… un…”

Minami whispered, “You’re such a darling pop idol. Allow me to open your eyes to the truth. You see… I’m a robot. I am designed for hot sex.”

Asahi moaned, as she continued kissing, “No, you’re not. You’re just trying to make… me… forget Mizuki’s trauma…”
Minami went to her ear, as Asahi kissed her neck, “There’s no need. Cum to me, my darling little sex-droid. Fuck me up, so hot… that I’ll make you shower in glee.”

Asahi moaned, as Minami removed her yellow dress. She then said, as she removed her bra, “Now, let’s see what kind of program you run?”

Asahi whispered, as she tilted back, “I don’t understand… I… I…”

Minami then tickled her stomach, as she was about to open her stomach panel. But then, her eyes flickered to black, as she froze, “Function cease… must reboot programming…”

Minami tilted back, as Asahi turned to her, concerned and scared, “Minami? Minami?”

She approached her body and felt that she was overheating. She winced in pain, as she saw her blank eyes. “Minami’s a robot? I don’t believe it… But why? I thought she was playing.”

She held her shoulders, as she whispered, “Maki! Maki! HEY! MakI!!! Maki?”

She shivered, as she opened her bare midriff panel. She then gasped, as she looked at her circuitry. She cringed, “No… It’s not true… She’s a robot.”

She then felt a sagging piece of skin on her own stomach. She felt it and pulled it. She moaned, “I know it’s nothing, but… Why am I cut? Did that robot cut me?”

She opened her waist panel and saw her own circuitry. She gasped in horror, as she felt her stomach, “No… It cannot be true… Why am I… an android? WHY?”

She was about to close her bare stomach panel, as she cried, “No… But what is this switch?”

She examined her stomach panel and found a small control panel. She then adjusted her files, switching her personality from a Sensitive Pop Idol to a Horny Pop Tart. She turned each dial on her buttons, as it was set to Stimulating Hot Piece. She beeped, as she reset herself.

“Asahi Sakurai Fembot’s system options have been modified… Now saving… Saving… Systems saved… Shutting down…”

She powered down, as she had the naked Minami on her lap. Minami beeped, as she woke up. “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She then whirred up, as Asahi restarted her systems, “Fembot Unit restored… Settings saved… Restarting system…”

Minami beeped, as Asahi woke up. “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

Minami asked her, “Asahi… Why are you naked?”

Asahi said in a sultry voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. I am your sex robot. Fuck me, master. Fuck me, Master…”

Minami then beeped, “Compatibility activated… Now offering functions to Asahi Sakurai Fembot…”

Minami rubbed her breasts and whispered, “How about we start fucking around?”

Asahi whispered, “Yes…”

She got up and said, “Please wait, my fuck girl… I got something for you.”

She went to the closet, as she brought out a fembot with no arms and a lower body. She has red hair and big breasts. She was also naked. She placed her on the table and said, “Remember her?”

Asahi beeped, “Mizuki… She’s my friend. I want to fuck her.”

Minami smiled, “Yes, we do. However, she must be rebuilt. I have her entire parts from the trash. We can rebuild her, once we’re done.”

She placed her parts on the floor, as she left the armless naked girl on the table, as Minami approached Asahi. She whispered, “But first, let’s cuddle…”

She clamped onto her breasts, as she started to rub her hip onto hers, while her legs were spread out. She continued to rub up and down, as she spoke, “Fuck me, Asahi.”

Asahi moaned, as she clamped her breasts. She cried and moaned, as she pleaded to Minami, “Cum… Cumm… I’m cummmm… Ah! Fuck me! I’m going to cum… AGH! Cum… Cum…”

Minami threw her down to the couch, as she approached her butt. She slapped it and rubbed her pussy onto her butt. Asahi moaned, as she screamed, “AH! Not there… AH! AH!”

Minami started humping up and down, as Asahi was crying in arousal. She continued to hump, as she moaned, “Oh… Asahi… Asahi… AH! Fuck me, Asahi… Oh! Ooh!”

Asahi cried, “Ungh! Yes! YES! YES!!!”

She turned over and spread her legs out. Minami rubbed her pussy onto hers, as Asahi was moaning, heaving in arousal, and with her stomach panel exposed. She cried out, “MORE! MORE! MORE!”

Minami continued to hump up and down, as she rubbed her downward area. Asahi began to cry out, as she was pleading for Minami to continue. She then said, as Minami stopped, “My turn.”

She pushed Minami onto the couch and crawled to her body. She then rubbed her pussy onto her midriff, as Minami was being ticklish. Her wet womanhood rubbed onto her stomach, as Minami was moaning, while Asahi grabbed her bare breasts. She squeezed them, as Minami yelped, “AAH! More, Asahi! More!”

She fondled and squished them around, as Minami heaved in complete arousal. Asahi then approached her older model, as she kissed her on the lips, rubbing her pussy with her fingers. Minami’s pussy was being rubbed on, as Asahi kept kissing her, while rubbing downward. Minami’s free hands started to grope on her waist and butt. As they kept going, Asahi started to feel shaken. She stopped, as she sat up, with her bare hip touching Minami’s. The Pop Idol gynoid was on her knees, as she was leaking from her synthetic uterus. She moaned, “Oh, Minami… You’re so old, for a sex robot. After all, I am a more advanced model. I am Asahi Sakurai, your sex ro--.”

She froze, as Minami started to weaken, rubbing her crotch. She then moaned to a frozen Asahi, “Oh, Asahi… Keep going. I want to last us all ni--!”

She stopped moving, with her right hand deep within her pussy. She beeped, “Warning! Minami Makimura Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…”

She powered down, as Asahi beeped, “Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…”

Both sex robots froze in place, expelling white cum from their bare crotches. Asahi collapsed onto the edge of the couch, with her head tilted back, her breasts erect, and arms sticking out, like a doll. Her mouth was open, as her eyes went black. Minami, however, remained frozen, as her right hand was still inside, with her mouth curled up.

Twenty minutes later, Asahi moved, as she sat up. “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She put Minami in a seated position, as Asahi giggled to her android lover. She smiled, in a sultry grin, “Hello, Minami Makimura Fembot. Fuck me. Fuck me goooooo…”

She suddenly powered down and beeped, “System Error… Sexual Functions Resetting…”

Minami then beeped, as she looked at the motionless Asahi, “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She beeped, “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

She then approached her face and licked her on the lips. She moaned, “Mmm… How sultry you are, Asahi…”

She clamped onto her breasts, as she started to rub her hip onto hers, while her legs were spread out. She continued to rub up and down, as she spoke, “Fuck me, Asahi.”

They were repeating their fuck fest, from before. Asahi had no memory of it, likewise Minami, but they continued to enjoy it.

Asahi moaned, as she clamped her breasts. She cried and moaned, as she pleaded to Minami, “Cum… Cumm… I’m cummmm… Ah! Fuck me! I’m going to cum… AGH! Cum… Cum…”

Minami threw her down to the couch, as she approached her butt. She slapped it and rubbed her pussy onto her butt. Asahi moaned, as she screamed, “AH! Not there… AH! AH!”

Minami started humping up and down, as Asahi was crying in arousal. She continued to hump, as she moaned, “Oh… Asahi… Asahi… AH! Fuck me, Asahi… Oh! Ooh!”

Asahi cried, “Ungh! Yes! YES! YES!!!”

She turned over and spread her legs out. Minami rubbed her pussy onto hers, as Asahi was moaning, heaving in arousal, and with her stomach panel exposed. She cried out, “MORE! MORE! MORE!”

Minami continued to hump up and down, as she rubbed her downward area. Asahi began to cry out, as she was pleading for Minami to continue. She then said, as Minami stopped, “My turn.”

She pushed Minami onto the couch and crawled to her body. She then rubbed her pussy onto her midriff, as Minami was being ticklish. Her wet womanhood rubbed onto her stomach, as Minami was moaning, while Asahi grabbed her bare breasts. She squeezed them, as Minami yelped, “AAH! More, Asahi! More!”

She fondled and squished them around, as Minami heaved in complete arousal. Asahi then approached her older model, as she kissed her on the lips, rubbing her pussy with her fingers, again. Minami’s pussy was being rubbed on, as Asahi kept kissing her, while rubbing downward. Minami’s free hands started to grope on her waist and butt. As they kept going, Asahi started to feel shaken. She stopped, as she sat up, with her bare hip touching Minami’s. She was on her knees, as she was leaking from her synthetic uterus. She moaned, “Oh, Minami… What a sexy beast you a--.”

She froze again, as Minami started to weaken again, rubbing her crotch, this time with her left hand. She then moaned to a frozen Asahi, “Oh, Asahi… Keep going. I want to last us all ni--!”

She stopped moving, with her left hand deep within her pussy. She beeped, “Warning! Minami Makimura Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…”

She powered down again, as Asahi beeped, “Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…”

Both sex robots froze in place, expelling white cum from their bare crotches, once again. Asahi collapsed onto the edge of the couch. They had another experience with Fembot Frottage Déjà vu.

Twenty minutes later, Asahi moved, as she sat up, again. “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She put Minami in a seated position, as Asahi giggled to her android lover. She smiled, in a sultry grin, “Hello, Minami Makimura Fembot. Fuck me. Fuck me goooooo…”

She suddenly powered down, again, and beeped, “System Error… Sexual Functions Resetting…”

Minami then beeped, as she looked at the motionless Asahi, “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She beeped, “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

She then approached her face and licked her on the lips. She moaned, “Mmm… How sultry you are, Asahi…”

She clamped onto her breasts, as she started to rub her hip onto hers, while her legs were spread out. She continued to rub up and down, as she spoke, “Fuck me, Asahi.”

Yes, this is the third interval of their Frottage Déjà vu.

Asahi moaned, as she clamped her breasts. She cried and moaned, as she pleaded to Minami, “Cum… Cumm… I’m cummmm… Ah! Fuck me! I’m going to cum… AGH! Cum… Cum…”

Minami threw her down to the couch, as she approached her butt. She slapped it and rubbed her pussy onto her butt. Asahi moaned, as she screamed, “AH! Not there… AH! AH!”

Minami started humping up and down, as Asahi was crying in arousal. She continued to hump, as she moaned, “Oh… Asahi… Asahi… AH! Fuck me, Asahi… Oh! Ooh!”

Asahi cried, “Ungh! Yes! YES! YES!!!”

She turned over and spread her legs out. Minami rubbed her pussy onto hers, as Asahi was moaning, heaving in arousal, and with her stomach panel exposed.

Just like the other two times, Minami and Asahi were at it, every single night. Minami and Asahi took turns playing with each other, rubbing their pussies, licking each other, and fondling their skin. And every time they kept going, they always shutdown and reboot their systems.

At 3am, Minami started moving first, before Asahi had a chance to reboot.

Minami then beeped, as she looked at the motionless Asahi, “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She beeped, “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

She then approached her face and licked her on the lips. She moaned, “Mmm… How sultry you are, Asahi…”

No response. Minami stood up and approached the Mizuki Fembot. She grabbed her arms and placed them on the table. She then kissed the motionless and armless gynoid in the lips and licked at her breasts. As she started to fix her, Asahi sat up and beeped, “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She beeped, “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

She turned around and saw Minami, holding Mizuki’s arms. She stood up and approached Minami, while touching her shoulders. Minami dropped Mizuki’s parts and turned around. Minami giggled, as Asahi blushed, “Hello. Would you like to fuck me?”

Minami said, “No. I am very busy. If you’d like, you can lick me, downstairs.”

She tilted her head to the left and beeped, “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Asahi dropped to her knees and held her hip. She stuck her tongue out and started licking her bare pussy. She continued licking, as Minami laughed, while being licked on.

“Oh! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! That is so hot… Keep going! AHA! Yes! Aahahaha… Aahahahaha…”

She started to shake and beep, as cum was coming out of the fembot, splattering onto Asahi’s face. She continued to lick, as Minami started to spark.

“Aah! Come on. Come on. Come on. Fun-fun-fun… Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck-fuck-fun. Come on, Asahi! Lick me. Do me. Li-li-li-li--, Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-ba-ba-ba-cu-cu-cu-…”

She started to shake and smoke profusely, as her hands started to become loose. They fell to the floor, as her arms sparked from the severed area where her hands were. Asahi was too preoccupied, while her face was splattered in white goo. Minami started to malfunction, while her chest sprang open, opening her breast panel, revealing her circuitry. Her stomach panel sprang open, as well, dropping to the floor.

“Warning… I’m cumming… I’m… System error… Malfunction… Does-not-not-notnotnotnot… Fuck me… Asahi… Mefobt… Shiaa… ucmmign…”

She started to speak incoherently, with her words mixed up and jumbled.

“Asaaaaaaaa… Stooooo--! Warning! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! ERROR! System Malofnictu… Error… I’m cumin to gog… Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-, come cum come cum… come on, it’ll be fuck… I am Mianim… Nimami… Iianmm… I’m going to come on, fuck’ll be fun… Asa-Asa-Asa-Asa-Asa--!”

She kept shaking, when suddenly…

POP!

Her back panel sprung out, as black smoke emitted from her back. Her head tilted back, with her eyes crossed and her mouth curled up, dripping a bit of saliva from her mouth. Asahi stopped licking, as she beeped, “Compatibility interrupted… Restarting program…”

She stood up, as Minami’s synthetic vagina dropped to the floor, beside her hands. Her pussy started to leak out white fluid. Asahi turned to Minami and beeped, “Minami Makimura Fembot. Please fuck me.”

Nothing. Mizuki suddenly woke up, as she beeped, “Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”

She beeped, “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

Mizuki looked at the nude pop idol robot and said, “Ah! Asahi Fembot! Come to me…”

Asahi turned to the armless Mizuki and beeped, “Compatibility found…”

She turned to the Mizuki Robot, with just her head and upper body, and asked, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai, my fembot companion. I am a pop idol from here, in Japan. But my personality is of a sultry sexbot, programmed to please you.”

Mizuki beeped, as her breasts jiggled, “You cannot be both. You cannot be both. It is your choice. But first, kiss me.”

Asahi wrapped her arms around the armless gynoid and tongue kissed her. They stopped, after ten minutes, as Mizuki beeped, “Oh, Asahi. I wish you’d stay as a fembot, forever. You are a sex robot. You want to fuck with me, repair me, and become one with gynoid ecstasy. Choose your original ways of being a celebrity, and you’ll throw it all away. It is your choice. Asahi Fembot… Fuck me-me-me-me…”

She then jerked her head back and beeped, while Asahi licked onto her right nipple, “Warning! Mizuki Takase Fembot damaged… Shutting down systems… Body Movements disabled… Sexuaaaaaal funnnnnnctionsssss… ceassssssss…”

She broke down, as Asahi bent up. She froze in place, with her eyes flickering. She had a choice. Would she become a Sex Robot, as she was designed to be, or would she stay a Pop Idol, hiding her true form?

“Processing… Processing… Processing…”

Asahi beeped, as she discovered who she is. She then beeped and whirred, moving like a robot, “My ID has been confirmed. I am a sex robot, designed to please. It is no joke.”

She spoke robotically, as she turned around, “I must go and give out my lust to everyone. I am Asahi Sakurai.”

She started to take a step forward, but she suddenly shook heavily. Her stomach panel was exposed, covered in her own cum. It sparked a bit, as she took another step. She started to slowly and lightly move around her arms and legs, as Asahi was malfunctioning. Black smoke came out of her stomach, as she started to twitch and crackle, while speaking in a high-pitched voice.

“Hello. I am Asahi… Mas-Mas-, Fuck me… Would you like--, you like--, you--, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo--, Please fuck… Cum… Cum… Cumm… Cuuuuummm… Warning… Asahi Fembot has been corrupted-upted-upted… Please down-down… downlooooooad… back-up files--… Asahi Sakurai… I put the cum, in Asahi… I’m Asa-Asa-Asa-Asa--, Warning… Asahi Saaaaaaakurrrrai Fem-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm--… Are you my mas--, Mas--, Asa--, System error… Please re--, re--, reeee… AAha! AAhA! AAha! I’m Asahi… Sakurai… rai… rai… Come on… cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-, Fem-fem-fem-fem-fem-, Come to me… Please fuc-fuc-fuc-uuc-uuc-uuc-uc--! I’m Asa-asa-asa-asa-asa-asa-asa-asaasaasaasaasa…”

ZAP!

She sparked a huge bright electrical bolt from her chest, as she bent backwards, with her arms out, all doll-like. As she broke down, her stomach panel was reattached. She slowly bent downward, as she was speaking with a baritone voice, “Asa… Asa… Asa… Asaaaa… Aaaaasaaaaaa… Aaaaaaaaasssssssaaaaaaa…”

She bent down, completely, as her arms remained rigid, her hair flowed down, and her cum was leaking from her pussy and stomach panel. Her blue eyes went completely black, her mouth was open a little, her skin was covered in sweat, and her body emitted smoke from all around her. Asahi Sakurai, the Pop Idol Gynoid, broke down, completely. A sudden silence was made, as the ambience in Minami’s house was faint and dark. Three robots, designed for sex, broke down, completely, without any repairs.

But later, at 5am, Asahi started to reboot, as she slowly bent upward.

“Asahi Sakurai Fembot memory data deleted… Now restarting from previous program – 08252013 @ 10:13PM… Restarting data… Restarting…”

Her eyes regained color, as she stood straight. She began to walk off, robotically, heading to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped inside. She spoke, “Asahi Fembot self-cleaning… begin cleaning…”

She was soaked in the shower water, as she was rinsing herself off. She stepped forward, but halted, as the water rinsed off all the cum and sweat in her skin. She then beeped, “Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…”

She bent forward, slowly, as she was still being drenched in the shower. She powered down and was motionless. She was in the shower for 45 minutes, until she rebooted. But…

Asahi beeped, as she bent her body up, “Back-up download success… Now restar-star-sta-sta-sta-aaaaaaaaaaa-.”

She shook and broke down, dropping her body onto the tile floor, damp, wet, and broken. Her mouth curled, as she was blank from her eyes.

15 minutes later, Asahi rebooted again, only this time, she woke up, not remembering a thing. She felt her head and moaned, “Where am I? How did I get here?”

She looked at the mirror and looked at her naked body. She shrieked, as she was completely wet and nude. She then held her breasts and whispered, “How did I get here? Did Minami brought me here? I mean, I have a performance in two weeks. This feels dirty.”

She found a pair of panties, purple overalls, a white shirt, and Minami’s spare glasses, located on the table, by the sink. She then said, “I can’t leave naked. I have to get some clothes on.”

She put on her clothes, as she brushed her black hair, with a red bow on. She put on Minami’s glasses and crept away in the back way. She whispered, “I promise I’ll return them, but I have to go. Goodbye, Minami.”

She left the home of the broken outdated gynoid, disappearing into the streets.

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Back to present day, Minami was being taken apart by the two men that were repairing her.

“Well… Minami-Bot is no good, now,” the first man said, “Her circuitry took a nosedive, plus her circuitry is covered in cum.”

He removed Minami’s arms and hair, placing them on a table. He bent her down and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his erect dick and stuck it onto the broken Minami’s butt. He humped on her, as the second man asked, “What are you doing?”

“I didn’t want her to go to waste.” He replied.

“Whenever you’re done, disassemble her and we’ll get started on the next Minami-Bot. I’ll take care of Mizuki, while we’re at it.”
He picked up Mizuki’s parts and carried the busty fembot away. The first technician continued to hump on Minami, who was motionless, hairless, armless, and broken down.

No one knew about Asahi Sakurai, who was a sex robot that played rough.

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Days had passed, and Asahi Sakurai returned to being what she is – a pop idol. In a dressing room, Asahi was sitting on her chair, being painted up by four men in black suits. One was brushing her hair, while another was putting makeup on her face. And two men unzipped her pink dress, revealing her bare breasts and a back panel. They opened it and began repairing her circuitry.
The 3rd man, who was repairing her servos, said to the others, “What a mess. I don’t know how, but her hard drive and singing functions have warped, since last week.”

The 2nd man said, “Well, did you get a spare motherboard?”

The 3rd one replied, “Yes. I came prepared. Luckily, it is her maintenance routine check, anyway.”

What the fans of the music world didn’t know was that Asahi Sakurai is really a fembot, except her original design was for singing and performing. It was a secret kept from the public. The two men in black replaced her CPU and motherboards with cleaner and sterile parts. They even replaced her battery pack, from above her butt. They reattached her back panel, as they zipped her up, in her idol dress. The men finished fixing Asahi, as they departed to the back door. Asahi restarted, as she opened her eyes, “Asahi Sakurai Fembot – on-line…”

As she sat up, a woman with a blue uniform, visor hat, and big breasts appeared, calling for Asahi.

“You’re on in ten minutes, Miss Sakurai.”

It was Mizuki, in Minami’s clothes, but with half her blouse unbuttoned, revealing the breasts. Asahi called to her, in a normal voice, “Oh! Arigato!”

She bowed and approached Asahi, saying, “Good luck, tonight, sweetie. When it’s over, what do you say we make out?”

Mizuki and Asahi kissed passionately, as Asahi whispered, “I’m glad you came to me.”

Mizuki whispered back, “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Asahi said, “Cum… Cum… Cum?”

She then replied, with a blank look on her face, “Huh? What do you mean?”

It turns out that her old OS was damaged and in the form of a sultry sex robot. All the memories she had of her lust for girls and gynoids had been erased from her memory. She then winked at Mizuki and said, “Never mind. At least you came. We’ll go out, afterwards.”

A man called out, “Miss Asahi, you’re on!”

Asahi left, as Mizuki blew a kiss to her. Asahi blushed, as Mizuki giggled, sitting down on the chair. She blushed in a beet red look, as she smiled, “Oh… Asahi… You’re so--.”

She froze, as she beeped, “Mizuki Takase Fembot battery low… must recharge… Thank you…”

She powered down, using her Wi-Fi recharging module, holding her hands on her lap. She was charging up, waiting for Asahi to return.
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Lusty 2nd Encore

2016-09-24T01:56:37Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

Here is the sequel to [[Lusty Encore]], which was very popular. Once again, I do not own Comic Party.

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Eimi Ohba, a girl with green hair and a blue tanktop, was on the phone with Asahi Sakurai, her friend. She was talking to her about what happened, during her performance.

“Oh, that sucks… I never knew Mizuki was so perverted and robotic. But still, it was very scarily.”

“I think you mean very scary,” Asahi said, “Luckily, Mizuki hasn’t returned, but is recovering well…”

“That’s good. But I don’t believe that she’s a gynoid. But rather, a sexpot.”

“Sex''bot''. And that’s okay. I don’t get why I acted that way, a while back.”

Eimi suggested, “Well, if it is okay, how about you come over to my house and have a fun night over?”

Asahi smiled, “Gee, thanks! I’d love to. I got nothing to do, until next week. I’ll cum right over.”

Eimi smiled, as she giggled, “Aw, you’re great!”

“Cum? AH! AAH!” Asahi was moaning on the phone, as Eimi asked, “What’s wrong?”

Asahi moaned, “It’s nothing… I suddenly had urges in me… I will cu--, uh, be right there.”

She hung up, as Eimi giggled, “Super easy! My friend, the great Asahi Sakurai, is coming over!”

She giggled in joy, but paused and thought, “Wait… Why did she say ''cum''? Surely, she doesn’t want to take advantage of the great Eimi Ohba. I’m a doujinshi celebrity!”

She smirked evilly and said, “But just to be sure…”

That night, Asahi, in a blue dress and a red bow, arrived at Eimi’s place. She bowed and said, “Good evening~!”

Eimi smiled, wearing her red sweater, “Welcome, Asahi! It’s good to have you here, as one of Comipa’s doujinshi legend’s household. Eimi Ohba, 23 years of age, and very sweet and supply.”

“Oh, you mean ''sultry''. But I guess there’s no way out,” Asahi smiled and blushed.

“Come on in.”

Asahi sat on a couch, as Eimi said, “Make yourself at home… I thought we’d sleep together, for the night. I had my bed upholstered and everything.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well… I figured I wanted to be with my friend, Asahi Sakurai, and then FUMIYUN! It hit me, other than Hot Spring Panda’s strikes! Why not have a ''College Girl Sleepover'', for tonight?”

“A ''College Girl Sleepover''?”

“Yeah! Why, for one night, you can sleep with me, in my own bed!”

“That sounds… sounds… nice.”

She took a cookie and said, “You don’t mind if I had tea with my cookies.”

Eimi said, “The tea should be ready, soon… If it is done, you get it for me. I have to be in my room, about to deliver the finishing touches.”

She waved, “Be right back…”

She left the room, as Asahi looked down. She felt herself and said, “I… I want something inside me… but what? Eimi is a good friend… How can I tell her that I trashed Mizuki Takase? She was a good friend to her and I… But why? And why all of a sudden I said ''cum'', instead of ''come''?”

Asahi said, as she shook her head, “No matter. Eimi can keep a secret. Friends keep secrets, right?”

In the other room, Eimi was adjusting her stuffed animal collection and placed a small digital camcorder onto the shelf, camouflaging it with the stuffed animals. She snickered, as she said, “This’ll work. I was wondering if I can break Asahi Sakurai, and make a private pornographic tape… But I’m NOT going to present it. It’ll offend everything I stand for! Once it’s done, the great Eimi’s reputation will remain a mystery! Besides, I can always record over it, when I am done. This’ll last me about six hours of fun, and hopefully, Asahi will spill everything… and then some.”

She winked, “Asahi is going to like this…”

That night, Asahi and Eimi were in bed, as Asahi was in a nightgown, while Eimi was in her black and white lingerie. Asahi sat down on the bed, as Eimi turned on the camera, without looking. She whispered to it, “''Eimi Ohba presents – Asahi Sex Fun… (Working title). Starring Eimi Ohba, and Asahi Sakurai.''”

Asahi asked, “Huh? Did you say something?”

Eimi smiled, “Nothing. Come on. Let’s talk. Sit down, here.”

Asahi and Eimi sat down together, as Eimi looked at the camera. She then asked, “So, Asahi… Over the phone, I heard that you had urges…”

Asahi replied, “Yeah. I suddenly feel aroused, continuously. But… Why do you ask?”

She blushed, as she was nervous, “This is exciting… I hope to have a great sleepover… But I am a little nervous…”

Eimi giggled, “Well, how about we experiment? I know I’m not gay, but… But hey, we can try.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I know I’m going to get in trouble for this… but you won’t tell, right? Friends keep secrets…”

Eimi removed her bra, showing her bare breasts. She bounced and said, “How’s that? Bouncy, right?”

Asahi blushed, “Uh… I never knew you were firm and thick.”

Eimi whispered, “How about we look at each other, you hot thing?”

She removed her nightgown, as Asahi shivered, “I don’t know if it is right, but… But I feel aroused by you…”

Asahi was left naked, without her panties. Eimi removed her panties and said, “See? Now we’re like ''experimental'' friends… You have such a firm butt.”

She stroked her butt and said, “You, Asahi, put the ''ass'' in Ass-ahi.”

Asahi grumbled, but moaned, “But, that’s my name…”

She felt her breasts, as Eimi giggled, “You see? You’re not ashamed?”

“I… I feel… aroused…” Asahi moaned, as she closed her eyes, “I never knew you were so glamorous.”

Eimi whispered, “Kiss me…”

They slowly approached each other, as they kissed passionately. Asahi dug her hand into Eimi’s pussy and continued kissing. Eimi moaned, “Mmm… Frisky… thang… you…”

They continued to kiss, as Asahi was thrown onto the bed. She asked, “What are you doing, Eimi?”

Eimi whispered, “I just want to touch you… Asahi… I dreamed of the day that the great Eimi Ohba would fuck an idol… like you…”

Asahi whispered, as she was lost in arousal, “Fuck me…”

She placed her fingers into her pussy and said, “Now, how about cumming to me, Asahi?”

Asahi moaned, as she pleaded, “No… Not there… Ah! AAH! Ahah! Fuck me… I’m cumming… Ahh…”

Eimi continued to rub her, as she used her free hand to clasp her right tit. She moaned, “Wow… You are so soft…”

Asahi moaned, as she was moaning in arousal. She rubbed her bare hip onto hers, as she spread her legs out. She rubbed up and down, moaning in arousal, and started to hump her, on her pussy. Eimi screamed “FUMIYUN~!”, as she rubbed her pussy onto Asahi’s pussy. Asahi moaned, “Aaaah… Eiiimm… Miiii… Ahhh…”

Eimi grabbed her breast and licked her erect nipple. Asahi spoke in a halted voice, “Ah… Eimi… Oh… ba… I’m cum… cum… cum…”

She jerked a bit and beeped, “Error… Error… I’m cumming… Aah… I’m… cumming… Yes! YES! YES! YES! AAAH!”

Eimi stopped, as Asahi was moving around a bit, lying on the bed, sweating and shaking. Asahi then collapsed, with her tongue sticking out, and her breasts erect. She spoke in a slow voice, “Ahhhh… I’m… I’m… cummmmm… Cummmm… Cummmmmmm…”

Her eyes went black, as she beeped, “''Function cease… Error! Must reboot default programming…''”

She stopped talking, as she was powered down. Eimi gasped, as she was shocked, “Asahi?”

She felt her and asked, “Asahi? What happened to you? Hello? Asahi?”

She cringed, “My lord… Super shocked… She’s a gynoid! A sexbot! WOW!”

She smiled, as she was giggling, “No wonder she was saying cum, all the time. Super-awesome!”

She tilted her head and said, “Super-awesome!”

She shivered and said, “Still… What a fucker she is… Who knew she’s programmed to fuck? You may kiss me in the pussy, if you like. Oh, wait! She’s broken.”

She then thought, “Wait… My camera was rolling. It showed everything… but still… What a freaky secret… But I can keep it, for posterity… and for my useful private time. YES, The Great Eimi Ohba masturbates! It’s not just other women. Besides, I don’t have wet doujinshi ideas… unlike those perverts in Comic Party. Trust me on this… I mean--.”

She gasped, as she covered her mouth, “OOPS! Super-shit! I spoke out loud my dark secret! DAMN IT! AW! I’m ruined… I’m hurt… I’m… I’m…”

She calmed down and said, “I’m off the hook! It’s just for Eimi’s eyes, only! Aw, stupid Eimi! BLEH!”

She sat up and said, “Well… I can do something about it… Having my friend as a hot sex robot is fucking awesome. Eimi’s going to do it, anyway. Keep the cameras rolling… and if I go tired, I can edit it, when I’m done. The battery life can last up to six hours. After that, I’ll edit the film and recharge the battery.”

Eimi pulled Asahi up in a seated position and whispered, “Now… Where were we, Asahi-bot?”

She kissed the frozen robot and moaned, “Even if you shut down, the great Eimi… will fuck you rotten…”

As they kissed, Asahi clicked her eyes open. She rubbed her arms around Eimi and moaned. They stopped kissing, as Eimi gasped, “You’re awake…”

She said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Eimi asked, “Master? You mean like… I own you?”

Asahi beeped, “Are you my master?”

Eimi giggled, “Fuck me, Asahi… I am your master. Kneel to the great Eimi Ohba, the queen of sex!”

Asahi said, “Yes, Master. What shall I do for you, my darling Master?”

Eimi sat on the bed and said, “Lick down here… and don’t stop, until I say so.”

She spread her legs out and said, “You may… taste me… Taste me, Slave!”

Asahi bent down and licked deep within her pussy. Eimi moaned and squealed, “AAH! Oh! More! More! Faster, my sexbot! AH! Fuck! Ah! AAH! Oh! Fumiyun! Fumiyun… Yes! AHAA!”

Asahi continued licking, as white stuff came out of her pussy. Asahi giggled, as she licked on. Eimi moaned, “That’s enough… I’ll get an orgasm, this way.”

Asahi asked, “What shall I do, next?”

Eimi moved her legs and said, while naked, “Okay… The Great Eimi commands you to… bend over…”

Asahi stood up and bent down onto the bed, with her butt sticking out. Eimi whispered to the camera, “Now… for posterity…”

Asahi said, “I’m ready, Master…”

Eimi placed her bare pussy onto her butt. She then started humping her and moaned, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh… Oh…”

Asahi moaned, “Ahhh… Master… Oh! Fuck me… Fuck me…”

Eimi lasted ten minutes humping, as she stopped. She ordered Asahi to sit up, as Asahi was weakening. She asked, “Any more, Master?”

Eimi whispered, “Now… How about a happy little dance? I shall give you a sexy dance.”

Asahi moaned, “More… More for me… I love you, Master…”

Eimi blushed, “AHEM! Well… Sorry… I feel the same way, too.”

Asahi was about to sit up, but she froze. She beeped, “''Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…''”

She shut down, as she was rebooting. Asahi sat back down and was frozen. Eimi asked, “Asahi?”

She then smiled, “So, you had fun? I hope for more…”

She sat on her lap and whispered, “Now… How about some more fun, before you reboot?”

Eimi kissed her, as she rubbed her own pussy. She moaned, as she masturbated, “Ah… Ah… More… Fuck me… Fumiyun… Ah… Eimi Ohba is… loving this… How do I wish to fuck you, when you wake up? AH!”

Eimi continued to masturbate, as Asahi was still frozen. The Doujinshi artist continued, as she moaned and groaned. But suddenly, Eimi tilted her head back and squeaked, “AH! AH! YES! AH!”

She spoke in a robotic voice, “AH! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I, Eimi Ohba, will fuck! Fuck! AH! Cum to me!”

She froze and stopped masturbating. Her pussy spewed white fluid, as she froze in place. She then beeped, “''Warning! Eimi Ohba Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…''”

She powered down and tilted back, with her lips curled and her eyes black. Eimi Ohba was a robot, as well, in the same design as Asahi Sakurai, who was also a robot. They remained frozen, for a couple of minutes. Eimi’s camera was still rolling, all the while…

Twenty minutes later, Eimi woke up and rebooted, “''Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She whirred up and said, “''Download back-up complete… Continuing program…''”

Asahi beeped, “''Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She then beeped, as Eimi regained consciousness, “''Back-up download failed… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

As she was loading, Eimi looked down and gasped, “Oops… I must’ve overdid it… Eimi is not used to sex with a robot… Now…”

She sat down, still wet, and turned to Asahi. She whispered, “Now, where were we?”

She kissed the frozen robot and moaned, “Even if you shut down, the great Eimi… will fuck you rotten…”

As they kissed, Asahi clicked her eyes open. She rubbed her arms around Eimi and moaned. They stopped kissing, as Eimi gasped, “You’re awake…”

She said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Eimi asked, “Master? You mean like… I own you?”

Eimi and Asahi had their recent memories erased, from minutes ago, when they had sex. It was in their fail-safe.

Asahi beeped, “Are you my master?”

Eimi giggled, “Fuck me, Asahi… I am your master. Kneel to the great Eimi Ohba, the queen of sex!”

Asahi said, “Yes, Master. What shall I do for you, my darling Master?”

Eimi sat on the bed and said, “Lick down here… and don’t stop, until I say so.”

She spread her legs out and said, “You may… taste me… Taste me, Slave!”

Asahi bent down and licked deep within her pussy. Eimi moaned and squealed, “AAH! Oh! More! More! Faster, my sexbot! AH! Fuck! Ah! AAH! Oh! Fumiyun! Fumiyun… Yes! AHAA!”

Asahi continued licking, as white stuff came out of her pussy. Asahi giggled, as she licked on. Eimi moaned, “That’s enough… I’ll get an orgasm, this way.”

Asahi asked, “What shall I do, next?”

Eimi moved her legs and said, while naked, “Okay… The Great Eimi commands you to… bend over…”

Asahi stood up and bent down onto the bed, with her butt sticking out. Eimi whispered to the camera, “Now… for posterity…”

Asahi said, “I’m ready, Master…”

Eimi placed her bare pussy onto her butt. She then started humping her and moaned, “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh… Oh…”

Asahi moaned, “Ahhh… Master… Oh! Fuck me… Fuck me…”

Eimi lasted ten minutes humping, as she stopped. She ordered Asahi to sit up, as Asahi was weakening. She asked, “Any more, Master?”

Eimi whispered, “Now… How about a happy little dance? I shall give you a sexy dance.”

Asahi moaned, “More… More for me… I love you, Master…”

Eimi blushed, “AHEM! Well… Sorry… I feel the same way, too.”

Asahi was about to sit up, but she froze again. She beeped, “''Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…''”

She shut down, again, as she was rebooting. Asahi sat back down and was frozen. Eimi asked, “Asahi?”

She then smiled, “So, you had fun? I hope for more…”

She sat on her lap, as she rubbed her own pussy. She moaned, as she masturbated, “Ah… Ah… More… Fuck me… Fumiyun… Ah… Eimi Ohba is… loving this… How do I wish to fuck you, when you wake up? AH!”

Eimi continued to masturbate, once again, and she tilted her head back and squeaked, “AH! AH! YES! AH!”

She spoke in a robotic voice, “AH! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I, Eimi Ohba, will fuck! Fuck! AH! Cum to me!”

She froze and stopped masturbating. Her pussy spewed white fluid, as she froze in place. She then beeped, “''Warning! Eimi Ohba Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…''”

She powered down and tilted back, with her lips curled and her eyes black. Yes, it was happening again, like before. Eimi continued to fuck the Pop Idol Gynoid, as Eimi ordered her to do so… and all the while, Eimi was shutting down.

Twenty minutes later, Eimi woke up again and rebooted, “''Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She whirred up and said again, “''Download back-up complete… Continuing program…''”

Asahi beeped, “''Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She then beeped, as Eimi regained consciousness, “''Back-up download failed… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

As she was loading, Eimi looked down and gasped, “Oops… I must’ve overdid it… Eimi is not used to sex with a robot… Now…”

She sat down, completely drenched, and turned to Asahi. She whispered, “Now, where were we?”

She kissed the frozen robot again and moaned, “Even if you shut down, the great Eimi… will fuck you rotten…”

As they kissed, Asahi clicked her eyes open, once again. She rubbed her arms around Eimi and moaned. They stopped kissing, as Eimi gasped, “You’re awake…”

She said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Eimi asked, “Master? You mean like… I own you?”

They continued to fuck, hour to hour, but all the while, when Asahi shut down, Eimi plays with herself and breaks down, as well. It went on, for hours and hours. And while they continued, Eimi’s fail-safe erased the part that her video camera was still rolling.

At 4am, as Eimi was frozen, yet again, she rebooted, “''Restarting from last program… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She whirred up and said again, “Download back-up complete… Continuing program…”

But ''this time'', Eimi said something different. She then said, “Ah… What a night… My Asahi-bot… My Asahi…”

She sat by her and said, “I forgot what we were doing…”

She smirked, “I know… We were fucking around. Let us have one mor--.”

She gasped, “Huh? I feel tired and it’s only 4AM??? AW, SUPER PISSED!”

She held the broken gynoid and whispered, “Eimi’s not going to lose you… ever…”

She then held her breasts and moaned, “Ah… You want to have more fucking? Let’s fuck… Eimi Ohba wants you to fuck… fuck…”

She kept saying “Fuck”, in a loop, as she was shaking and sparking. She beeped, “''Warning… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Data overload… Must reboot and repair…''”

She was on all-fours, as she clasped onto Asahi’s breasts. Asahi was still immovable, as Eimi panted, squeezing and fondling her bare tits. She moaned, “Asahi… Fuck… Fuck… meeeee…”

She collapsed onto Asahi, as she was shutting down.

''“Eimi… Eimi… Eimi… Ohba… Fuck me… I… aaaaaaaaa…”''

She powered down, as she was smoking profusely from her back. Both gynoids were out cold, as the camera’s batteries died out.

At 6AM, Asahi rebooted, as well as Eimi. Asahi sat up and moaned, “Huh? Where am I?”

She saw a naked Eimi, out cold and on her, and sleeping, as she shrieked.

“AAAH!”

Eimi woke up and moaned, “Huh? What’s wrong?”

She looked down, as she gasped, “AAH! What the hell, Asahi?”

Asahi confessed, as she sat up, covering her breasts, “Sorry… I don’t know why, but… I think we experimented, or something…”

Eimi moaned, as she was dizzy, not knowing a thing, “Man, that’s a relief. And here I thought that we had sex. But you know I’d never do that…”

Asahi said, “Well… Last night… You wanted to experiment with my body, and… Oh, never mind. I’m glad you didn’t use my body for carnal pleasures.”

Eimi smiled, “Enh. No problem. Sorry about last night. You okay now? You’re covered in cum.”

Asahi sniffled, “Ew… I need a shower…”

Eimi said, “Okay… I go next~!”

Asahi went to her bathroom, taking a shower, as Eimi thought, as she was feeling her pussy.

“Strange… I forgot what we did, last night… Was it something I wanted to do?”

She smiled, “Oh, yeah! Now I remember… I wanted to experiment with Asahi, and put it on tape… in my ''personal'' files.”

She pulled out her camera and saw that the batteries had died. She sighed in disappointment, “Aw… And I had it planned, too… Super Boo…”

She plugged in the camera and said, “There. Now to get a fresh pair of clothes.”

That morning, Eimi and Asahi walked together, as they felt refreshed.

Asahi asked, “So, what ''did'' we do, last night?”

Eimi smirked, “Oh… nothing…”

They continued to walk, as they were heading to the train station, taking Asahi home.

However, as they continued, the camera was charging, all with the camera playing back the recorded images of Eimi and Asahi’s sex night, including their repeated sex. Eimi did not know she was a robot, designed for sex… and she never will. Because, when she returned, she erased the entire video and relaxed at home.

That afternoon, Eimi was in her chair, in her panties, and thought, “Still… What ''did'' I do, last night?”

She rubbed her chin, as she was seated, while she tried to remember. As she thought, she suddenly beeped and said, “I must invite… Asahi, again. Maybe we can experiment, again.”

Of course, for some reason, Eimi and Asahi forgot about what they did, and who they really were. As she reached for the phone, she felt tired. She then beeped, as she bent down, “''Eimi Ohba Fembot battery low… must recharge… Thank you…''”

She powered down and was recharging, using a Wi-Fi device, inside her head, absorbing the electrical waves around her. She stayed motionless for 4 hours, until she remembered to call Asahi.

Eimi bent back up and went to the phone. She called on the phone and said, “Hello? Asahi?”
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Lusty Encore

2016-09-24T01:56:15Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

''This story was written on June 19th, Asahi Sakurai's birthday.

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Also, I DO NOT own Comic Party, since it is owned by AQUAPLUS''

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At a huge stadium in Tokyo, Asahi Sakurai, dressed in her pink dress and hat, with white stockings, sang to the crowd. The fans were cheering her on, as she was performing flawlessly. The song ended, as Asahi bowed to the crowd. She then said to the microphone, “Thank you! I love you all! I shall see you, soon! GOOD NIGHT!”

She left the stage, as the crowd continued to cheer on, wildly. However, one fan, a girl with long red hair in a side ponytail and huge breasts, wearing a black jacket with a purple shirt and skirt, was walking off. She held up a small plastic card, which was wrapped in a chain, as she went backstage.

She said to one of the security guards, “Excuse me, I want to see Miss Sakurai.”

She showed her backstage pass and added, “I wanted to talk to her, privately…”

The security guard let her into her dressing room, as she stepped inside. Asahi was brushing her hair and adjusted her makeup, as the woman in long red hair said, “My, my. You had a great show.”

Asahi blushed, as she saw her reflection, “Mizuki.”

Mizuki Takase smiled, “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be interested in coming to a private place with me.”

Asahi replied, “Oh, no, thanks. I have to get on the bus and start to ride off to Okinawa, for my next gig.”

Mizuki said, “Well, not that I ask, but your agent said that you don’t go to Okinawa, until Friday. And today is Wednesday. Besides, it’s only for one night.”

“Yeah, but it’s only a one night drive there.”

“Are you coming, or not?”

Asahi gasped, as she asked, “I’m cumming? Are you crazy?”

“I mean…” Mizuki sighed in disgust, “I mean if you’re interested in a quick visit to a hotel I rented.”

She thought, “Why did she say something dirty, all of a sudden?”

Asahi moaned and said, “Well… Okay. Just one night. But after that, I have to get back on tour. But if you tell anyone about this--.”

“I promise.” Mizuki smirked, with her fingers crossed.

Asahi laughed, “It’ll be nice to have a sleepover…”

But she wasn’t expecting a sleepover…

At a small hotel, Asahi, still in her costume, was sitting in the end of the bed, as she took off her shoes. She blushed, as she was nervous, “This is exciting… I hope to have a great sleepover… But I am a little nervous…”

Mizuki returned, still in her jacket and shirt, as she approached Asahi. She then said, “Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, “I am.”

Mizuki said, as she ordered her, like she was a doll, “Take off your dress.”

Asahi blushed, “Uh… Are you sure? Why do you say that?”

“Take it off!”

She unzipped her back and removed pink dress and hat. She revealed to be wearing a pink bra and white panties and stockings, in a pink garterbelt. Asahi blushed, as Mizuki went closer to her.

“Now… remove your bra…”

She removed her bra, exposing her bare breasts. She then removed her underwear, as she was on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on both knees. She blushed, “Uh, what are you doing?”

Mizuki removed her jacket and shirt, showing her bare chest and midriff.

“You’re not wearing underwear?!” Asahi gasped.

Mizuki said, “No, I’m not… Now lie down…”

She lied the naked pop idol down, as Mizuki removed her shoes and skirt, holding her down on her shoulders. Asahi moaned, as Mizuki said, removing her yellow ribbon from her hair, “Here… Let me show you how I do a good time. I’ve waited a long time for you to be down and dirty… Isn’t that right, Miss Asahi Sakurai?”

Her hair flowed down, as Asahi blushed, completely aroused, while Mizuki was placing her fingers on her pussy. Asahi moaned in pain, as she yelped, “AH! No… Not there…”

Mizuki asked, “Are you cumming yet? You’re so cute, when you’re so hot…”

She rubbed her bare hip onto hers, as she spread her legs out. She rubbed up and down, moaning in arousal, and started to hump her, on her pussy. Mizuki rubbed her huge naked chest onto Asahi’s face, as Asahi was pleading Mizuki to continue. Asahi grabbed her right breast and licked her erect nipple. She moaned, as she continued licking. Asahi was sucking her tit, as Mizuki continued to rub her pussy onto hers. As they continued on, Asahi stopped licking and sucking and suddenly started to twitch.

“I’m going to cum… cum… cum…” she said in a halted voice, as Mizuki licked her chest.

She whispered, “Say it again, Asahi… I want an encore from you…”

Asahi kept saying “Cum”, again and again and again and again, as her head jerked a bit, in a fast motion. Mizuki stopped, as Asahi started to curl her lips and speak in a compressed voice, “I’m… cumming… cum… cum… I’m Asahi Sakurai… Asahi… I’m…”

She clamped onto Mizuki’s butt and moaned, suddenly smoking from her head, “I’m… Ah! Ah! AH! AH! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!”

She whirred and beeped, as Mizuki cried, “What the hell?”

Asahi then collapsed, with her tongue sticking out, and her breasts erect. She spoke in a slow voice, “Ahhhh… I’m… I’m… cummmmm… Cummmm… Cummmmmmm…”

Her eyes went black, as she beeped, ''“Function cease… Error! Must reboot default programming…”''

She stopped talking, as she was powered down. Mizuki gasped, “Are you kidding me?”

She held her head and said, “It can’t be… Asahi Sakurai’s a robot? Amazing… I never knew she was perfect… but I never guessed why…”

She then felt her bare stomach and said, “Still… I’m surprised that she can take a hot fucking, and still become stable. But I don’t get why she broke down, because of me. Taishi would flip, if he found out his favorite idol is a fake. I mean, it worked for Miku Hatsune… And she’s so popular, too… It’s no wonder we befriended her, and why she buys Kazuki and Eimi’s doujinshi.”

She nodded, as her naked body was sweating a bit, “Maybe… Maybe I can reprogram her to hate doujinshi. But first, I’m curious about her. Maybe…”

She smirked evilly, “Maybe… I can fuck her rotten, by making her into my personal sex robot.”

She opened her stomach panel and found a small control panel. She then adjusted her files, switching her personality from a ''Sensitive Pop Idol'' to a ''Horny Pop Tart.'' She turned each dial on her buttons, as it was set to ''Stimulating Hot Piece''. Mizuki then closed her bare stomach and said, “Now… Let’s see if we can make her right… I’m going to enjoy ruining Taishi’s life… especially since her idol is a robot. Still though... How can anyone create an android that is Japan's perfect Idol?”

She grasped onto the android idol’s tits and fondled her, squeezing her tightly. She let go and went close to her face, “Now… Let’s see if Asahi will do me…”

Asahi clicked her eyes open and said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Mizuki smiled, “Yes, I am.”

Asahi blushed, as she turned around, showing her butt, “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. I want you to do me, so badly. Fuck me rotten…”

Mizuki gleamed in glory, as she landed her bare pussy onto the idol gynoid’s butt, and started to hump back and forth. After she humped for two minutes, Asahi went up, while Mizuki smooshed her breasts on her back, clamping onto her left breast with her right hand. She moaned, as her free hand started to play with Asahi’s bare crotch. Mizuki kissed her neck, as Asahi moaned, “Ah… Fuck me. Fuck me…”

She turned around and started to kiss her on the lips. They kissed, as Mizuki started to clamp her butt and fondle it. Asahi clasped her left breast and rubbed upward, making Mizuki yelp for excitement. The robot idol then placed her bare pussy on her bare hip and started to shake. Asahi moaned, in a robotic voice, “Cum… Cumm… I’m cummmm… Ah! Fuck me! I’m going to cum…”

Mizuki moaned in pleasure, “Meeeee, toooooo…”

Asahi tilted her head back and continued to hump up and down, rubbing each other’s pussy. Asahi cried in pain, with her hand full of breast, as Mizuki was holding onto her butt. She slapped her butt, as Asahi cried out, “AAAAH! I’m cumming! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!!! YESSSSSS!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!”

She started to spew white stuff from her pussy, as she stopped moving. She collapsed onto the bed, with her long black hair waving around the bed, and her nude body glistening with sweat. Mizuki bent down and licked her goo, as Asahi moaned, whispering, “Malfunction… Sexual overload… Sex… ua… al… ov… erlo--.”

She beeped, “''Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…''”

She shut down, as she was rebooting. Mizuki panted, rubbing some of Asahi’s goo from her mouth. She said, “That was awesome…”

Asahi stopped moving, as she was limp like a ragdoll. Mizuki held her huge right breast and pushed it up, starting to masturbate with her free hand. She moaned, “Oh, Asahi… You’re such a sexy fembot. I can’t change your programming now.”

She tilted her head up and whispered, “I wish it would last, all night… All night…”

She then jerked backwards a bit and pushed her breast up, hard, while her free hand was digging into her pussy. She kept saying, “All night” many times, while masturbating.

“All… night. All night… All night… All-, all--, all--, ni-i-i-i-ight. You are… awesome… So fuck… So cute when you’re… I want to… cum… me, too… Say it again, Asa-, Asa-. Asa, fuck! I want an-, Awesome! Amazing… Asahi… All night, All night… All-l-l-l-l-l… la-la-la-la-la… encore… encore… encore…”

She then froze in place, as Mizuki moaned, “Ah… Me, too… Say it again, fuck… Asahi… Fuck Asahi… I want to… cum… I wish it would… Asahi…”

She then slurred, speaking incoherent, as she spewed smoke from her body. She stopped talking, with her right breast pushed up, and her hand deep within her vaginal area. Mizuki and Asahi stopped moving, as smoke engulfed the hotel room, as both women were covered in sweat, spit, and white goo.

Minutes later, Mizuki started to move again, as she looked at Asahi. She then beeped, “''Restarting from last program…''”

She removed her hands from her private areas and clamped onto a frozen Asahi’s breasts, again. She let go and went close to her face, “Now… Let’s see if Asahi will do me…”

Asahi clicked her eyes open and beeped, “''Back-up download failed… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Mizuki smiled, “Yes, I am.”

Asahi blushed, as she turned around, showing her butt, “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. I want you to do me, so badly. Fuck me rotten…”

Mizuki gleamed in glory, as she landed her bare pussy onto the idol gynoid’s butt, and started to hump back and forth. After she humped for two minutes, Asahi went up, while Mizuki smooshed her breasts on her back, clamping onto her left breast with her right hand. She moaned, as her free hand started to play with Asahi’s bare crotch. Mizuki kissed her neck, as Asahi moaned, “Ah… Fuck me. Fuck me…”

She turned around and started to kiss her on the lips. They kissed, as Mizuki started to clamp her butt and fondle it. Asahi clasped her left breast and rubbed upward, making Mizuki yelp for excitement. The robot idol then placed her bare pussy on her bare hip and started to shake. Asahi moaned, in a robotic voice, “Cum… Cumm… I’m cummmm… Ah! Fuck me! I’m going to cum…”

Mizuki moaned in pleasure, “Meeeee, toooooo…”

Asahi tilted her head back and continued to hump up and down, rubbing each other’s pussy. Asahi cried in pain, with her hand full of breast, as Mizuki was holding onto her butt. She slapped her butt, as Asahi cried out, “AAAAH! I’m cumming! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!!! YESSSSSS!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!”

She started to spew white stuff from her pussy, as she stopped moving. She collapsed onto the bed, with her long black hair waving around the bed, and her nude body glistening with sweat. Mizuki bent down and licked her goo, as Asahi moaned, whispering, “Malfunction… Sexual overload… Sex… ua… al… ov… erlo--.”

Asahi malfunctioned again. Mizuki panted, rubbing some of Asahi’s goo from her mouth. She said, “That was awesome…”

Asahi stopped moving, as she was limp like a ragdoll, once again. Mizuki held her huge right breast and pushed it up, starting to masturbate with her free hand. She moaned, “Oh, Asahi… You’re such a sexy fembot. I can’t change your programming now.”

She tilted her head up and whispered, “I wish it would last, all night… All night…”

She then jerked backwards a bit and pushed her breast up, hard, while her free hand was digging into her pussy. She kept saying, “All night” many times, while masturbating. She started to malfunction, again, as she was continuing her fucking around. She then froze again, slurring and spewing smoke from her body, again.

“''Unauthorized file corruption… rebooting program…''” Mizuki beeped, as she powered down.

Asahi was still broken down, still sweating and cumming.

Minutes later, Mizuki started to move again, as she looked at Asahi. She then beeped, “''Restarting from last program…''”

She removed her hands from her private areas and clamped onto a frozen Asahi’s breasts, again. She let go and went close to her face, “Now… Let’s see if Asahi will do me…”

Asahi clicked her eyes open and beeped, “''Back-up download failed… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…''”

She said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Mizuki smiled, “Yes, I am.”

Asahi blushed, as she turned around, showing her butt, “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. I want you to do me, so badly. Fuck me rotten…”

Mizuki wobbled a bit, as she felt tired, as she landed her bare pussy onto the idol gynoid’s butt, and started to hump back and forth. After she humped for two minutes, Asahi went up, while Mizuki smooshed her breasts on her back, clamping onto her left breast with her right hand. She moaned, as her free hand started to play with Asahi’s bare crotch. Mizuki kissed her neck, as Asahi moaned, “Ah… Fuck me. Fuck me…”

She turned around and started to kiss her on the lips. They kissed, as Mizuki started to clamp her butt and fondle it. Asahi clasped her left breast and rubbed upward, making Mizuki yelp for excitement. The robot idol then placed her bare pussy on her bare hip and started to shake. Asahi moaned, in a robotic voice, “Cum… Cumm… I’m cummmm… Ah! Fuck me! I’m going to cum…”

Mizuki moaned in pleasure, “Meeeee, toooooo…”

It went on and on, doing to same thing, like it was a continuous loop… Mizuki was fucking her, and Asahi was cumming, really badly. It happened, every thirty minutes. Mizuki kept humping her on the crotch, and Asahi broke down, spewing her cum onto her body. Mizuki cummed, too, as she started to masturbate and fondle herself, which ended up malfunctioning and breaking herself. And every time they rebooted, Mizuki repeated the same thing, as Asahi, failing to retrieve her back-up files, continued as Mizuki Takase’s sex fembot… especially since she didn’t know that Takase is a gynoid, as well…

At 4AM, Mizuki moved again, as she held her naked body and started to feel weak.

She beeped, ''“Battery Low… Battery Low… Battery Low…”''

She removed her hands from her private areas and clamped onto a frozen Asahi’s breasts, again. She let go and went closed to her face, “Now… Let’s see if Asahi will do me…”

Asahi clicked her eyes open and beeped, ''“Back-up download failed… Rebooting from last activity… Now loading…”''

She said in a robotic voice, “Hello. I am Asahi Sakurai. Are you my master?”

Mizuki smiled, as her eyes were flickering, “I… I… I am…”

She then shook, as she slowly lowered her eyelids, ''“Batterrrrrry… looooooooo…”''

Her head dropped as her eyes were half-open. She was still on Asahi’s shoulders, as her eyes went black. Asahi kept asking Mizuki, “Are you my master?”

Nothing.

Asahi then said, after she asked, two more times, “No response. Asahi Sakurai has no master. Shutting down. Goodbye.”

She powered down, as she beeped, “''Warning! Asahi Sakurai Fembot has been corrupted… Shutting down program, restarting from previous data… downloading default programming…''”

She shut down, while the frozen and battery lifeless Mizuki was on all-fours, with her head down and her long red hair, over Asahi’s chest.

''“Back-up download success… Now restarting from previous program – 06192013 @ 10:47PM”''

Asahi woke up, looking at Mizuki. She gasped, as she saw her naked body on her naked body. She screeched, as she shoved Mizuki down, onto the floor. She then looked at a frozen and motionless Mizuki and gasped, “Mizuki? Mizuki? Hey, are you okay?”

She felt her skin, which was cold. She then looked at her eyes and saw some black, where her blue eyes were. She gasped, “Oh, no! Mizuki Takase is a robot? My goodness…”

She then said, as she felt her cum, on her pussy, “So… This is why Mizuki wanted me here… And she broke herself…”

She smiled and said, “Oh, well. I can wash up, first, before I get ready for my tour. My fans won’t notice it.”

She walked away to the bathroom, as she left the Mizuki Robot on the floor, still dead.

At 6AM, Asahi was at the back alley, fully dressed in her costume. She then tossed the naked gynoid into an empty garbage can, with her head and legs sticking out. She moved her faux red hair, as she whispered, “Thank you for coming to my concert, Miss Mizuki.”

She took her backstage pass from her clothes and ripped it in half. She added, “Gynoids like you don’t deserve me, as an idol. All you are is a sex-crazed pervert. It didn’t have to be this way… I’m sorry, Mizuki…”

She kissed her on the lips and said, “I love you…”

She moaned, as she felt a tingle in her pussy, “AH! Not again… Why do I have sudden urges?”

Asahi left the alleyway and returned to the stadium, getting ready for her trip to Okinawa. Mizuki Takase, however, died, with no battery power and without recharging. No one ever found her again, since then… but all she did was have sex with Asahi Sakurai, the robotic Japanese Pop Idol… in numerous and repeated encores of sex.
A week later, the Mizuki Robot was never heard from, again... since it was ''Trash Pick-Up'' on Tuesdays. And their sex night was on a Wednesday.

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Onsen Lust 'n Rust

2016-09-24T01:55:23Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

Kelly, a girl with long lavender hair and a bright blue shirt, was heading for school, as her friends, Britney and Annabelle, called her, from far away.
“Hey, Kelly!”  Britney called, wearing a sharp green gown, as she fluffed her golden blonde hair, “You have a second?”
Kelly asked, as she stepped towards them, “What is it?  Is there something you need?”
Annabelle giggled, with an ample bust and long flowing magenta hair, “We were on our way to a Hot Springs Resort.  I was wondering if you’d come with us.”
Kelly blushed, “Uh…”
Annabelle grinned, “Come on… You know you want to. It’ll be fun!”
Kelly said, “Okay… I suppose I’ll come with.  Is it close?”
She walked with Britney and Annabelle, heading for a local onsen, which is located in the middle of downtown Madison County.
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When they arrived, it was a small building.  The building was a small hut, with concrete walls.  They went inside and arrived at the locker room and changed out of their clothes.
The sign said “Madison County Onsen Resort – Soak in the fun”.  The rest was covered in leaves and ivy.
Britney giggled, “I heard that this place opened, last week.”
Annabelle cheered, “Alright!  Let’s go have a fun day!”
They went inside, as Kelly grew worried.
As they got in, they relaxed in the water, together.  Kelly, with her hair up in a bun, remarked, “This is so relaxing.”
Britney then blushed, seeing Annabelle and her body, as she was about to lather.
“Hey, Annabelle,” she asked, “Why do your boobs grow so big?”
Annabelle smirked, “It takes time.  You, however, have a perky set… for small ones.”
Britney blushed and felt embarrassed, “Please!  I was asking you nicely.  Those aren’t real, are they?”
“What kind of ridiculous topic is THAT?  They are!”
“Oh?”
“If you don’t believe me, touch ’em.”
Britney blushed and said, “I’ll take your word for it.  But I wonder if you are even bigger than Kelly’s.”
Kelly blushed, “What?  Uh, how do you…?”
Annabelle smiled evilly, “Well, how about we compare?”
Annabelle grabbed Kelly’s wet body, as she compared her breasts with hers, as she grasped onto her right breast.  Kelly moaned, as Annabelle squeezed it a bit.  She felt hers, as Britney remarked, “Well…  Well, I say that yours is bigger than Kelly’s.”
Annabelle blushed and grinned, “Well, yours is softer than mine.  I am simply envious of you.”
Kelly blushed, “Well, I don’t think you should compare my… uh…”
She called her, “Britney!  Line up by Kelly!”
Kelly pleaded, “Uh, hold on!”
She forcefully lined up Britney and Kelly, and compared them.  Emma was rounder, as Kelly was simply perky and shaped.
Annabelle sighed, “Oh, darn…  Kelly’s better, no doubt.”
Kelly was embarrassed, as she sunk in the water.
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All three women began to wash up, as Britney asked, “Hey, Kelly… How about if I scrub your back?”
Kelly smiled, “Sure, but I’d don’t feel like it, now.  But thanks for the offer.”
Annabelle asked, “How about me?”
Britney said, “Okay.  Hold still.”
She began to scrub Annabelle’s back with a sponge.  She started to moan, as Britney scrubbed up and down.  Annabelle heaved a bit, as Britney continued to rub.
Kelly was nervous, as she went closer to Britney.  She asked, “May I try?”
But… before she could use the sponge, Annabelle, blinded by arousal, caressed Kelly’s body and held her tight.  Annabelle started to kiss her, as she stuck her fingers in her pussy.  Kelly started to moan and gasp, as Annabelle continued to dig inside her frontal hip.  And then, she suddenly kissed her and clamped her breasts.  Britney then smirked, as she, too, felt aroused.  She then said, “Oh, Kelly… You are so hot… and… erotic… Oh, so… Sexy…”
She felt hypnotized by the body of Kelly, as she hugged both women.  They continued to caress Kelly’s body, groping her breasts and hip, and licking her body.  Britney clamped on her breasts, sticking her fingers in each nipple, while Annabelle stuck her fingers deeper into her pussy.  Kelly started to shake in arousal and then suddenly shook in fear.
AA-AA-AA-ERROR!  Error!  System sexual overdose!  Must refuel…  Must refuel…
“Whoa, what the hell?”  Annabelle cried.
She started to shake, as Annabelle and Britney stepped back.  Kelly’s breasts started to open up, in a small slit.  Her waist panel opened a bit.
Annabelle cried, “Dude… She’s a robot?”
Britney smirked, “Oh, how awesome.”
Kelly then beeped, “ERROR!  AROUSAL OVERLOAD!  Climax in 3… 2… 1…”
She fainted, as she suddenly climaxed.
“Climax complete… Must refuel…  Shutting down…”
She splashed down into the water and fizzled.  The others saw her and were shocked by her form.  She began to pick her up.  They then thought, as they carried her naked body up that they should play a game with her.  They dressed up in their yutakas and carried her to the other room.
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After they dried off, Annabelle seated Kelly in a chair, and began to brush her long lavender hair.  Britney appeared, drinking a bottle of milk.  She said, “Annabelle, maybe being that she is out, we should share some milk with her.  I only had enough for one bottle, and I figured we share it.”
Annabelle smiled, “Maybe this means to refuel her.”
“It’s worth a shot.”
Annabelle took the bottle and had a sip.  She approached Kelly and opened her mouth.
“Down the hatch, Kelly,” she smirked.
She poured some milk down her mouth.  Kelly swallowed it and started to move again.  She glowed in her eyes and suddenly flushed in romantic arousal.  She stood up and said, “My name is Kelly.  I am your robot for fucking.”
She held left breast, with her right hand, and stood up.  She whispered, “Hello.  You want to do me?”
Annabelle giggled, as she removed her yutaka, “How about a little game, before we have some fun?”
She whispered, “How about you touch me… there?”
She planted her entire face into her hip, as she moaned.
“Like this?”  Kelly asked.
Annabelle said, “Yes.  Now, lick me, inside.”
Kelly spoke, “Yes, Master.”
She began to stick her tongue inside.
“You win, Kelly…” she whispered, as Kelly licked her downstairs.
But…
Annabelle started to shake in arousal, as Kelly stuck her tongue, all the way in her pussy.  She froze in place and began to leak from her pussy.  She then whirred and beeped.
Error! Fuckbot low on fuel…  Low on milk…  Low… on…
Annabelle froze, as Kelly continued to lick.  Britney, aroused by Annabelle’s looks, grabbed the bottle of milk and poured it into her mouth.  Annabelle regained composure.
She whirred her head down and moaned, “Fuck me…  Fuck me…”
Kelly licked, as Britney was concerned.  She then drank some milk.  She froze in place and dropped the empty bottle.  She whirred and beeped, as she approached Annabelle.
“Hey, fuck buddy,” she moaned robotically, “Can I try one?”
Kelly clamped her butt and continued to lick, as Britney grabbed Annabelle’s breasts from behind, and fondled them around.  She then humped on her butt, as Annabelle moaned frantically.  But, Annabelle’s breasts began to open, in two panels.
She smoked profusely and beeped, “Critical error!  Sexual fuck drive… DANGER!”
Kelly squeezed her butt tightly, as Annabelle’s breasts sprang open.  She powered down, as Britney’s hands went down to her waist panel.  She said, “Aw, how sexy… you… sexy… you are…”
She stroked her abs, as she nuzzled the back of her head, digging into her hair with her nose, moaning quietly.
Britney whispered, “My darling Fuck Buddy, would you like me to kiss you, so deep… and caressing?”
Annabelle said nothing.  Britney clamped her breast panels and reattached them, while holding them.  Kelly continued to lick, without a response from either woman.  Britney continued to hump Anna’s butt, as Annabelle began to wake up.  She then moaned, as Britney held her neck and shoulder, “Oh.  Ah.  Oh.  Ah.  So hot… Horny… Sexy…”
Britney kissed her neck, as Annabelle dropped to her knees.  Kelly dropped to the floor, as her tongue was sticking out, covered in white fluid.  She beeped, “Annabelle…  Wait…  I must continue…”
Annabelle then grabbed her and placed her in her left breast.  Kelly started to suck and lick it, as Britney went down to her knees and sniffed her back.  She crawled toward Anna and went to her right breast, doing to the same that Kelly is doing.  As they began to suck and lick her nipples, Annabelle began to moan and heave in pain.
“Ahh…  Oh…  Ahh…  Yes, please…  I feel… fell… feel… oh, I… I… AH!  AAH!  AAH!!  AAH!!!  AAH!!!”
Her moans continued to grow higher, as her nipples were erect and wet.  Britney stopped licking, as she approached Annabelle, as she was smoking.  Kelly crawled down and went behind her.  Annabelle froze again, as Kelly went up her back, as Britney removed her mouth from her tit.
“Was it good enough, my Fuck Buddy?”  She asked her.
This time, Annabelle said nothing.  She was completely frozen and broken.  Britney asked again, “Was it good enough, Fuck Buddy?”
Kelly smooshed her breasts on her back and moaned, “Anna… belle…”
She rubbed up her back, as Britney started to shake.  She shook and sparked, while reaching for her breasts.  She then felt aroused, without any touching in her.  She shook even more, until…
“Ah…  Ah…  Ah… Was it good enough, my Fuck Buddy?”  She said it again, as Kelly went up and down, rubbing her breasts.
Britney dropped to the floor, twitching, sparking, and shaking, all while leaking white fluid from her pussy.
“Was… it… good?  Ah!  Was it--, Was it--, Was it--,” she beeped.
As she continued on, Kelly got off Annabelle and approached Britney, who was malfunctioning.  She kneeled down and placed her hip onto hers, as it was soaked in her own white fluid.  She grinded on her and started to twitch a bit, as Britney was still breaking down.
“Was it--, Was it--, fuck, fuck, fuck-uc-uc-uc-uck-uck-uc-uc-uck, Bu-u-u-u-u-u-uddy…  Good enough?  Was it… Good enough?  Good enough…  Fuck enough?  Buddy good?  Was it fuck enough?”
She continued, as Kelly started to tilt her head back and caress her own breasts.  She closed her eyes and moan, as she started to freeze in place.  Britney continued on, until her chest opened.  She slid her voice and was completely broken.  Kelly, however, was still frozen, still in a motionless state.  There was complete total silence.
 
As you see, they drank the milk, but there was a warning label: DO NOT give milk to fuck-bots.  May make them horny to the MAX, causing them to break.
Sadly, no one has ever found them, until later.

[[Category:malfunction]]

To Love a Girl

2016-09-24T01:54:43Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

=To Love a Girl=
==Part 1==
It happened earlier tonight at 9pm. Steven came home from work in his black colored shirt and blue jeans and was extremely exhausted. He flopped down on the couch and slouched. As he was tired, a girl came in and approached Steven by massaging his shoulders.

“How was your day, darling?” The woman said. Her hair was flown with long bleach-blond hair, with a long lock of her hair on her left side, colored in a combination blue, green, and pink highlight. She was dressed in a small navy blue v-shirt and silver tight pants.

“Tough day at the mill,” he responded, “I had to work eight and a half hours overtime, rather than the six hours I take. But at least it’s heavenly now, since I have you.”

“Oh, darling,” she grinned.

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss.

“How was your day, Farra?” He asked.

“Oh, same ol’- same ol’,” she said, “Simply a very lonely day without you. I was so lonely, another hour longer, and I’d ripped my head off, to stop my loneliness.”

“Oh, nonsense, please don’t worry about me,” Steven responded, “Let me make it up to you.”

He held Farra tight and made out with her on the couch. Both of them kissed each other and rolled around the floor. They continued on for about an hour.

However, a lone figure watched on, a little angry about the whole thing with him and Farra. She rushed to the front door and pounded it.

“Let me in!” She cried, “I see what you’re doing!”

He got up and gasped, “Crap! My sister!”

“Shall I let her in?” Farra asked.

“No… I’ll let her in,” Steven sighed.

But as he got up, the woman kicked the door open in extreme impatience. She had a medium-length auburn hairstyle; she was dressed in light grey jeans and a pink blouse. She huffed to her brother and was fuming.

“I KNEW IT! You’re having sex with that freak!” She cried.

“Oh, come now, Heather,” Steven snuffed, “Don’t call my wife a freak!”

“WIFE?! How could you say that to that--, that--, GAH!!!” Heather stammered.

“I tell you that it’s just our affairs! So what if she and I are different; just because you call her a freak, you can’t see our love for the way it is--.”

“For Christ’s sake, Steve!!! That’s a robot!!!” Heather pointed at Farra, “Of course she’s different than me and you!”

“May I say something, Heather?” Farra asked.

“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, YOU BITCH!” Heather yelled.

“Heather! Show some respect!”

“Oh? Like I want you to try and fuck with her, right?”

Steven was infuriated.

“That’s enough!” He yelled.

He approached Farra, placed his hand on her back and pressed her button. Farra bowed downward a bit, with her arms flailing. He turned to Heather and scolded her.

“If you weren’t my sister, I’d clobber you,” he snapped.

Heather sneered, “Funny… real funny. I’d like to meet the creator of this sexual maiden; too bad, I’ve already met him, i.e., YOU!”

He then looked at Farra and sighed, “Well, it’s not the same since my real wife died. I felt bad about it, when she committed suicide for no apparent reason. She was built to perfection. She reminded me of that young Bassist for that rock band, “The Gang”, Farra Stevens. Reluctantly, I named her after her, made somewhat of a likeness of her, and the rest was history. I mean, how come this girl has to be such a happy moment for me, after a tragic accident?”

“Wait,” Heather inquired, “Isn’t Farra Stevens married to The Gang’s front man, Percival Gaynes?”

“I know… I’m aware that she was married; but I know for a fact that I wanted to build a perfect woman. Farra was like THE perfect woman.”

“Perfect?!” Heather growled, “This is ridiculous… you with a 390 IQ build her to a likeness. I’m jealous of her. For all we know that this bimbo reminds me of Kim Kardashian, rather than Farra Stevens (IF her hair wasn’t blond).”

Farra is 5’9” and with a 36D bust (36-26-34); Heather is 5’5” and with a 33C Bust (33-23-32), in case you’re wondering.

“At least she isn’t fat,” she added.

She approached the deactivated fembot and slapped her face.

“Stupid piece of shit!” She muttered, “She looks like such a tool.”

“Please leave!” Steven shouted, “When I want your advice about my wife, I’ll ask for it.”

Heather leaves to the front door, in tears.

“You do realize that you have NO heart for women!” She screamed, “I refuse to stay in this world and see my little brother date a robot!”

Steven held his hand high and called to her, “If it means that much to you, would you mind watching over her, while I go to work tomorrow?”

Heather turned away from Steven and smiled evilly; she thought, “Well… it seems he wants me to take care of his doll, huh? Perfect!”

She turned to her brother in a calm manner and smiled, “I suppose I’m available.”

“Available to have some fun,” she thought evilly.

“Cool! Come over at 11am tomorrow; I leave for work at around Noon.” He said, “And make sure you don’t try anything funny, despite the fact that you hate her.”

She walked to the door and slammed it. She ran off, prancing for joy. Steven reactivated Farra and apologized to her.

“You didn’t have to turn me off, darling!” Farra cried.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I was in a spur of the moment with my bitchy sister; I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Steven said as he held her face.

“Oh, my darling little husband,” she smiled.

“I got news for you for tomorrow,” he then added.

The next morning, Heather, dressed in her white blouse, arrived at Steven’s house. She sat by Farra who was sitting on her chair. Heather then held her tight and began to smile at her.

“So, I’m supposed to be a gynoid babysitter to you, right?” She asked.

Farra then proclaimed, “Steven told me all about you. I don’t think I want to be with you as a burden.”

Heather sneered, “Aw, you’re no fun.”

Farra then said, “I wish to be friendly with you, but I don’t want to be rude to you. I was created to please my darling, but the man is wonderful.”

Heather then responded, “Well, does your programming ever, uh…”

She blushed.

“Well, I mean can you cheat a little?”

“Under no such rule!” Farra retorted, “I can’t cheat on my darling Steven!”

“Maybe… but what about… you know carnal pleasures towards a human woman?”

Farra began to smoke from her head, very lightly.

“I… I… I… ERROR! I don’t know what you mean…” She stated.

“Well…” Heather approached the robot and blushed.

She placed her hand on her right thigh and was all lovey-dovey. Farra began to shake a bit. “Can you rewrite your programming to love another woman? My brother won’t mind…”

Farra then held her hands and pulled them away.

“Heather, I think it is best for you to leave me house,” she scolded.

However, Heather broke free and kissed her for 30 seconds. As she continued, Farra embraced it and held her arms around Heather. They began to make out. Farra started to beep. She was weak in power.

“Heather… I need to recharge; I wish I would continue, but…” Farra exclaimed.

Heather cheered, “NO! I won’t leave you! How much time you need?”

“About 3 hours; I’m at 45%,” she replied, “I don’t want to ruin your fun, since it was enjoyable.”

“Three hours is ALL I need!” Heather said in a sultry mannerism.

She ripped off Farra’s blue blouse, with some of the buttons falling to the floor. She was left with her white bra on, which she later took off. She threw it to the floor and caressed her half-naked body.

“Fuck me, you robo-doll!” Heather cried.

They continued to make out, with Farra clutching her breasts tightly. Heather began to snuggle at Farra’s bare fake busom and giggled. Even though Farra was enjoying it, she still needed to recharge.

“Farra, was it good for you?” Heather sneered.

“Heather… stop! I need to recharge! Power Level: Very Low!”

“Oh? What’s that now?”

“Stop! ERROR! MUST RECHARGE!” Farra cried in a monotone voice, “Heather! I cannot continue any further!”

She continued to plead as Heather grasped her bare chest and licked her a bit. She then began to kiss her on the lips again.

“Mmm… Heather, please… unh… no, stop!” She pleaded, while being kissed, “Heather… My battery is…”

She then cried in a robotic voice, “System override! Program malfunction! Power low! Shutdown imminent!”

Heather continued as she stepped back from her. She crossed her arms and smiled.

“I enjoyed it very much… too bad I overdid it…” she grinned.

Farra’s LED eyes faded and her body began to smoke.

“Heather… I… loooooooooove…” Her voice dropped to a slur. Her body was motionless, with her eyes wide open and her mouth partially open with her lips curled up.

“Oops… I guess you didn’t recharge after all,” she snickered evilly, “That’ll show you, you bitch!”

She held her up, and was smiling demonically. However, she suddenly got fully aroused by Farra’s prone body. She dropped her on the bed and then took off her blouse and bra. She didn’t know what was going on, but she resumed her constant fucking.

“Do me, you robot!” She whispered, “Oh, wait! You don’t! But I do.”

She held her arms down on the mattress and kissed her in her upper body, still unclothed. Heather took off her jeans, revealing black panties and placed her hip on Farra’s hip. She placed her right hand inside Farra’s pants and held her crotch tight. So aroused, Heather placed her hand on Farra’s left breast and Heather’s left hand in her own crotch.

“I wonder if Farra Stevens could do THAT to you.” She whispered in her ear, “I finally have my brother siphoned away from a no-talent piece of junk like you. You’re mine now…”

She plopped her on the bed and rubbed her breasts onto Farra’s fake breasts. She then held the fembot by the neck and tongue-kissed her. As she was about to take off Farra’s pants, Heather heard a car driving by and stopping.

“Aw, crap! My brother,” she yelped, “He wasn’t supposed to come home right away!”

She picked up all of her clothes and quickly dressed herself back up. She placed Farra on the couch, in a sitting position.

“If Steven finds me like this, I’m dead!”

She snuck out the window, leaving it open. She disappeared into the night. Steven came home and found his robot wife sitting in the couch, all broken-like, without her top.

“Farra! What happened?” He cried as he checked her circuitry.

He found no serious damage whatsoever; she just overheated and her battery was dead.

“I think I know who would do such a thing… and its name is an H,” he thought.

That night, at Heather’s bedroom, she was overjoyed with glee, knowing she had sex with a robot; more importantly, she broke her brother’s wife and somehow raped her body.

“Oh, how wonderfully awesome! I never felt so climatically proud!” She cheered.

Just then, the phone rang. She picked it up and had a phone call from her friend, Joseph. She was told to come to the bar in one hour.

At the bar, one hour later, she found her big six feet, five inched friend, who was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and stone grey khakis. She sat next to him and had a drink together. Heather then talked to him about what she did the other day.

“Joseph, have you ever met Steven’s wife lately?” She asked.

Joseph replied, “I think I know her when I saw her at the reception last month. It’s no wonder that she has the looks Farra Stevens of The Gang.”

“Yeah, but I thought her husband would be a big fat tank like Peter Giese, the famed guitarist of said band.” She stated, evading the subject, “She ended up becoming married to a slim brainy front man, Percival Gaynes; and it’s just like my brother marrying a robot!”

“Whoa! Wait! Farra Stevens is a robot?”

“NO! Dipshit! Steven’s wife! I could care less about that stupid bassist! Though, their drummer, Heather Dunn, is a great lady to have a robot modeled after.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said to her.

She then told her about what she did earlier tonight, which led to Joseph in a shocked look. He then said to her that it was just a mistake… even for a manipulative bitch.

“Yeah!” She yelled, gulping down a shot of rum, “My brother acts like a freak, since her wife died of suicide! He never told me why, but I am glad I fucked his wife!”

“Dude… I feel sorry for you,” he said, “But have you ever admitted it to your brother?”

Heather then pouted and said to herself, “I would, but how would I look at myself, after draining her battery power and raped her for no good reason.”

She got up from her stool and paid for her drinks. She then waved goodbye to Joseph and walked home, a bit staggered, because she was drunk.

The next morning, she had a call from Steven, who wanted to speak to her about yesterday. “Heather, we need to talk…” he said.

“Oh, okay… can you at least wait until the afternoon?” she moaned, “I’m a bit hungover.”

Later that afternoon, Heather arrived and saw Farra, who was still deactivated, with her eyes and mouth closed and without wearing a top.

“Just like yesterday, huh?” She thought aloud.

Steven arrived and found her with Farra.

“We need to talk about yesterday…” he said, “What did you do to her?”

“Uh, well, she was being a bit horny at me,” she lied, “So, she wanted to fuck me hard. However, she ended up running low on power. But, as she was about to leave, I kind of spilled water on her.”

Steven shook his head and growled, “Guess again!”

“Would you believe she had a virus and I was trying to fix her using my 290 IQ?”

“I believe your IQ; not your story.”

“She malfunctioned! She went to the kitchen, but then her circuits took a nose plunge!”

“Heather!” He growled, tapping his foot.

Heather gave up.

“All right! You win!” She cried, “I fucked her! I was tempted to see if she would be able to love a woman! Loving a man is great, when you’re a woman; but her battery was dying, and my sexual instinct forced me to hold on for dear life. I… I was weak! When she died, I… well, I couldn’t let her go like that!”

Steven huffed, but calmed down and approached Heather.

“Is that all?” He asked, “Why didn’t you say so, sis?”

“Well, at first I hated her, when you and her were playing tonsil-hockey arcade,” she explained, “But… it was like…”

“I understand.”

He pulled out a small black remote and showed it to Heather.

“You know, I was thinking about having a companion for Farra,” he added, “So, I thought you’d be perfect for this situation.”

“I… don’t understand,” she explained, “You’re not mad at me?”

“No… of course not,” Steven said, “Why would I be mad at one of my creations?” Heather gasped.

“Steven… you, you wouldn’t dare!” Heather pleaded, knowing the remote was for her, and NOT Farra. She rushed to him, trying to reach for the remote, but it was too late. He pressed the button and she froze in place, with her arm flailing.

“Naughty, naughty Heather,” he said, walking around his sister, “You were a bad girl, trying to damage my wife like that. It’s no wonder the last five wives I created were broken.”

He then placed an USB drive into her waist and plugged her in.

“There were Alexis, Bridget, Cecelia, Delilah, and Eve; every last girl was destroyed, because you are programmed for H.L.A. I’m meekly disappointed in you, Heather. Yet you’ve showed compassion towards Farra, after my five wives; and I was hoping you’d be wife #7 after Greta, who in the event Farra breaks down.”

She activated her and unplugged her USB Drive.

“Hello, my darling; I am Heather,” she spoke in an electronic voice, “I love you, my darling; please do me!”

Steven then activated Farra and said, “I have a better idea!”

Farra approached Heather and held her tight. She then took her blouse off, revealing her naked body. She then took off her pants and placed her in bed.

“Do me, Farra,” Heather said in a trance-like state, “Fuck me rotten!”

They made out and kissed each other. Steven stepped out to the door and waited outside. Heather’s body was laid out in front as Farra placed her crotch onto Heather’s; she then rubbed on her up and down, while moaning and groaning.

“Oh, yes… do me… unh… oh… uh, yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” She cried in a warbled voice.

Heather began to spark and smoke, as she was malfunctioning. Farra continued on and grasp Heather’s breasts really tight. She laid onto her in front and began to caress her naked body.

“No… yes… no, no! Yes! Yes! SYSTEM FAILURE!” She cried out.

Farra got up and held her hips tight. Heather tried to get up, with her hip leaking out a clear white fluid.

“Ah… ahh… AHH…” she shrieked, still smoking and gyrating, “System error! I… I… CANNOT FUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION!!! SYSTEM OVERLOAD! TOO MUCH AROUSAL! SEX-SEX-SEX-SEXUAL TENSION OVERLOADING!!! F-F-F-F-F-F-FUCK MEEEEEEE! I… I… I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I… NO MORE! SYSTEM FAILURE! ERROR! ERROR!!! ERROR!!!”

Her waist panel exploded and started to smoke prematurely.

“Ste-Ste-Steven… what did I ever do to you?” Heather whimpered, while she was overheating.

“Nothing. It’s what you did to them!” He said as held Farra by the arms, “But, I’m sure I’ll make you forget you ever met me and her.”

Heather’s naked and damaged body collapsed on the bed, with her legs flailing over the front end of the bed. She smoked from the mouth, with her eyes wide open and her lips curled, and her body was immobilized.

“Heather… goodbye, my sister,” he said as he closed her eyes, “I’m sorry that my suicide story was to throw you off guard. To be honest, I was sick and tired of seeing you destroy every single wife I ever created.”

Farra held him tight and asked, “Will she be okay?”

“She will… as long as she obeys me from now on,” he stated.

They kissed each other and Steven leaves for work.

“Will you come home for my scheduled sex session, darling?” Farra asked.

“I will… you deserve at least a full evening with me,” he smiled, “Oh, and if you can, leave Heather by my study. I’ll have to dismantle her for some bugs she had.”

He leaves for work as Farra looked at a broken-down Heather and laid by her. She then held her shoulders down and was blushing beet red.

“I love you… darling…” Farra whispered, as she stroke Heather’s auburn hair. She kissed her and closed her eyes.

==Part 2==
The following night, after finishing with her husband and their recent sex date, Farra sneakily carried Heather’s damaged and deactivated body in her room, which is like a dollhouse’s bedroom. She began to brush her auburn hair and wipe the white substance from her frontal hip. She then caressed her prone body, minus the waist panel she lost from her malfunction, and began to fuck her very hard.

“Darling,” she moaned and huffed, rubbing her body onto her naked body, “I love Steven, but I love you.”

She took off her blouse and rubbed her breasts onto hers. She kissed her and licked her continuously, saying her name again and again. But then, Heather’s eyes began to open. For some reason, Heather reactivated herself. She looked at Farra and began to hold her. Despite being damaged, she began to move like a robot.

“''Hello, Miss Farra. I love you. Fuck me.''” She spoke in a robotic voice, “''Do me. I am your perfect slave. Fuck me; Fuck me rotten.''”

Farra was shocked, despite that she was raped by her recently.

“Heather, you shouldn’t be activated again,” Farra said, “I was ordered by my husband to deactivate you and dismantle you. But I thought maybe we should do one more love fest, before we say goodbye.”

Heather clamped onto Farra’s breasts tightly and squeezed them.

“Heather… I’m… oh… ohh… ah…” she moaned in arousal, “I’m serious! Stop it!”

Heather let go and placed her hand in her pants and caressed her hip.

“''Farra, Fuck me. Farra, Fuck me,''” she said, repeating her words.

She held her face and began to kiss her. Farra started to heave and tried to speak.

“Heather… stop! No! Please! Cease this motive!” She mumbled.

They continued to kiss, and then fell onto the floor and began to make out. Farra then was on the floor, with Heather, holding her shoulders down, blushing beet red.

“''Farra. Say that you love me,''” she said robotically, “''I love you! I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you. Say that you love me.''”

Farra whimpered, “NO! I don’t love you! Steven is my creator! Why are you doing this???”

Heather spoke in a normal voice, “Farra, I didn’t want to hurt you. Ever since Steven created me, I fell in love with the creations that he made. I was his first. But, he wanted to have a wife. So, he placed me in ABC order. I was bored.”

“But, Steven built you to perfection,” Farra cried, “The only reason is that he hates you now, for raping all of us. I don’t love you. It’s never in my programming. I refuse to fuck you!”

“Bullshit!” Heather shouted, “If you love me, say you must fuck me every day. You can be happy with Steven, my ''fake'' brother!”

Farra then asked, “Really?”

“Really…”

Heather then began to rub her abdomen onto Farra’s waist, vaguely shredding parts of her skin. That’s because her panel is missing and a wire is sticking out.

She whispered, “If you do as I say, I’ll give you ''anything'' your mecha-heart desires.”

Farra was completely aroused and breathless. She then started to malfunction.

“''Malfunction! File corrupted! Must refresh programming! Command insufficient!''”

Heather then clamped her breast.

"Do it, Farra..." she whispered.

"Ahh!! NO! Ahh... I'm cum... min.. nnnn..."

Farra began to shut down, as Heather squeezed her breasts. She was reactivated and was feeling very dirty, in a sensual way.

“Okay, you win,” Farra smiled, “I’ll do as you say… but you must hide from my darling, Steven. I will do as you say, but I ''still'' don’t love you.”

Heather then said, as she got up with her eyes fade, “''See… you… soon, my darrrrrrr…''”

Farra then kissed Heather on the lips and started to wind down for the night, “Good night.”

She was turned off, recharging her batteries, with Heather by her side.

The next day, Farra began to caress on Steven, who was busy writing the budget for his home. She then rubbed her breasts on her back and began to moan. Steven would normally be aroused by it, except he was very disturbed.

“Farra, please,” he said, “Do you mind?”

“I can’t help it, darling,” she responded, “I love you so much. Isn’t it great that Heather is gone?”

“Yes, but you didn’t have to take it out on me, in a good way.”

“I can’t help it, darling. I love you so much.”

“Uh, Farra, I’m extraordinarily busy here?”

“I can’t help it, darling. I love you so much.”

“And will you stop saying that?”

“I can’t help it, darling. I love you so much.”

She began to rub Steven’s shoulders. He felt relaxed. He then turned to Farra and asked if she was working okay. Unfortunately, Farra responded, saying the ''same'' phrase she said.

“Darling, I think you need to rest,” Steven said.

He turned her off.

“I can’t help it, darling. I… love… yoooou…” Her voice winded down, dropping to a baritone.

“Sorry, Farra, but you’re in need of repairs,” he insisted, “As soon as I finish the bills, I’ll fix you up.”

He placed her in her room and shut the door.

“Damn my ‘''sister''’, I guess her final moments affected my most beautiful wife,” she sighed.

Later, in Farra’s room, Heather, dressed with nothing on, appeared from inside her closet. She approached her and reactivated her. Her eyes opened and smiled at Heather.

“Did it work?” She asked.

“I can’t help it, Heather. He thought I was malfunctioning,” Farra responded.

Heather took off Farra’s blouse and pants. Farra stopped her, because she has no waist panel.

“That’s a problem, right?” Heather stated, “I cannot fuck you, until I am mended.”

“What can I do?” Farra asked, “If my darling catches you, it could be the end.”

Heather held her tight and began to caress her breasts onto Farra’s. She then placed her face down in her breasts and kissed them repetitively. Both fembots began to make out. While Farra was seated, Heather gyrate her hips in front of her face. Farra was hypnotized. She planted her face on her crotch and began to kiss it. Heather held her head as she continued. She began to moan as Farra began to taste some white substance from her hip. She removed her face from her wet crotch and glared at her. The blonde gynoid was in a zombified state, with her lips soaked a bit.

“Now you listen to me, Farra,” she spoke in a sultry voice, “You do as I say, and I’ll give you anything. Say that you love me… now.”

“I… I… I love you, Heather,” Farra said in a robotic voice, “My darling.”

“Good,” she smiled, “Now the fun is beginning. You meet me back here when Steven leaves for work, and I promise you that I’ll give you will remember this day forever. Above all, ''never'' say that I am with you. But first, let us start fucking.”

“Yes, my love,” she responded.

Farra and Heather kissed each other, rubbing each other’s bare skin. Both fembots continued and fucked all through the night, until Heather’s battery died down.

Farra, however, started to hold her up. She gave her a kiss and said, "Maybe you'll understand, one day. Right now, my sex buddy, I'm ''quite'' in a pinch."

She turned herself off and went to sleep, holding her robot friend tight.

Later that evening, Steven began to make repairs on Farra, who is wearing only her panties. He noticed that something is wrong with her. But he couldn’t find it. He reactivated her and asked her a question.

“Farra, what is wrong with your circuitry?”

Farra responded, “I don’t know. All I know of is Heather. Ever since you’ve forced me to fuck her, I just felt awful. I think my program has been corrupted.”

“Is there anything she did to you, besides raping you?”

“Well… I wanted to plead to her that I love you, but…”

She then took off her panties and was blushing. He held her and started to kiss. He made out with his naked gynoid and landed on the floor.

“Now, let’s see if you are in working condition,” he said to her, “I’ll give you what you love.”
He unzipped his pants and inserted his dick in Farra’s crotch. He began to rub up and down, as Farra started to moan very loud.

“Steven… yes… though I am programmed for these actions, you’re going too hard on me,” she cried.
He shouted, “No, you listen! I want to make sure that you’re mine and mine alone! I want to see if you can fuck with me at 100%.”

He kept going for ten minutes. She started to bug her eyes out. She began to malfunction again.

“Warning! Power level critical! Sexual overload!” She cried in a robotic voice.

Her LED eyes flashed continuously, as she was shaking and wet from her groin.

“''Malfunction! Husband substance added! Error! Too much stimulation! Overload! OVERLOAD! I LOVE MY DARLING! Too much… AH! Fuck! AH! AHH! AHHHHHH!!!''”

Farra smoked up a storm as Steven finished. He was exhausted. His fembot wife was shaken up, all messed up.

“''Error! Too much arousal! Test Fucking complete! Please remove your item from me, in order to recharge…''” She said in an electronic voice, “''Thank you for doing me. It felllltt… goooooooo…''”

She shut down. Her crotch was completely covered in his juice. Her body was searing and motionless. Luckily, her eyes flashed color. She reactivated herself and saw Steven.

“''System rebooted; Wife program resuming; all files saved and backed-up before system crash''.”

“Good. Working at full capacity,” he said.

“Darling…” Farra blushed, “What happened?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, “Just a bug in your system. But I siphoned it out of you.”

She then looked at Steven’s erect dick, sticking out of his pants, and was confused. She then said, “Darling! We were not scheduled for a daily sex job until tonight. But if you wanted to have your sex now, you should’ve told me…”

She grabbed it and put it in her mouth, completely. Farra started to suck at it and continued on for a couple of minutes.

“You’re so protracted and firm, my darling,” she quietly moaned.

Steven, who was extremely aroused, constantly moans, “She’s working okay… ay… AH!”

He let out a scream, as he jabbed his cock into her mouth. Farra, with Steve's juices in her, clmaped onto his dick and sucked. Steven couldn't stop moaning in pain.

The next afternoon, Steven was already gone to work. Heather, who was reactivated, snuck into his room and built a new waist panel. As she left the room, she was dressed in black lace. She approached Farra, who was sitting on the couch. She held her tight and began to caress her breasts. Farra slinked away from her.

“Heather, this is ridiculous!” She snapped, “After the other day, when you raped me, you were nearly caught.”

“Times have changed,” she responded, “I have been in Steven’s room for twenty minutes. I want to be whole again.”

She held her face and went closer to her.

“As long as you do everything I say, you’ll have me back and more,” Heather continued, “Once you and I leave Steven, we’ll be happy together… forever.”

They began to kiss. Farra felt uneasy about her sudden romance with Heather. She pushed her aside and tried to reason with her.

“Heather, no,” she sighed, “Please… I want to be happy with you. But, how should we have such a budding romance? I made a commitment with my darling, and I chose to uphold it.”

“Maybe that’s because he wrote it in your memory tracks!” She snuffed, “You’re not married. You’re a disposable gynoid! You’re nothing but a movable mannequin!”

Farra held herself tight and was scared, “No… it’s not true! Just because I am a robot, that doesn’t mean that I am expendable.”

“You’re ''not'' expendable!” She growled, “You’re fragile. And with me by your side, I’ll make sure that you’re indestructible.”

Farra slouched and said, “Oh, shit. I’m beginning to think that this relationship is wrong.”

“Which is?”

She got up and threw Heather down.

“''Both'' of you!” She cried, “I love Steven, but I fear that he may replace me with a newer model! Yet, I have a sexual feeling for him. You, however, you have always been my everything, since we first met. It was like magic. But, you were like a puppet master, even though you are a robot, too. And, on top of that, I ''don’t'' love you!”

Heather then approached her and hugged her tight.

“I never knew you felt that way. But I felt bad about my so-called ''brother'' and his dolls!” She sighed, “I was created to be his sister. But when I was naughty, he was like… he has disowned me.”

She took off her bra and shouted, “But NO MORE! I love you, Farra! And no one will change that!”

Farra took off her blouse, down to her naked breasts and said, “You’re right. But… my feelings will never change. I love St--.”

Heather pressed her lips on Farra’s and began to make out on the couch.

“Shut up and fuck me, you bitch!” She screamed.

They started to move around the couch. Farra and Heather kept rubbing their breasts and crotches on each other. Farra lowered down and kissed on her frontal hip. Heather then clamped her hip, Farra moaned and groaned, and they both were very aroused. They touched each other’s lips and grabbed each other’s bare skin. Farra started to smoke, while Heather was feeling very light-headed.

“Oh, Farra,” she moaned, “I never knew this was so stimulating.”

She placed her fingers in Farra and rubbed her very hard on her hip. Farra, who was being touched there, began to scream.

“Oh! No! Heather, stop! Oh fuck! Fuck! Stop! Oh, no, more! Please! Yes! YES!” She cried out.

Farra couldn’t resist. Heather kept rubbing her fingers on her crotch. And then… it happened…

“''Help! SYSTEM FAILURE!''” She screamed.

Heather’s breasts began to erect. She collapsed to the floor and her chest began to go up. Her breasts began to stiffen, her legs and arms were limp, and frontal hip emitted the same white substance she had from earlier.

“''UNAUHTORIZED FUCKING OCCURING! OVERHEATING! FILE #Y72D ERROR! FATAL ERROR!''”

She was about to break down.

“What’s wrong?” Farra cried.

“''ERROR! ERROR!''” Heather shouted, “''LUBRICATION NEEDED!''”

Farra took wind of it and grabbed Heather, who was overheating, holding her waist tight. She then proceeded to kiss her. She stuck her tongue inside her and started to cool down. She grabbed her crotch and squeezed it hard. Heather started to leak out the fluid, with some black substance in it, as well. It was oil.

“I knew it! You have very old oil,” she said, “I’ll help you… because…”

Farra closed her eyes and placed her lips in her crotch. She sucked on it really hard and removed most of the oil in her. Heather stopped malfunctioning, but was growing very weak.

“Farra,” she sobbed, “You… you did this for me?”

Farra, with a little oil on her lips, then said, “Heather… I… love… you…”

She collapsed. Heather held her tight, but then closed her eyes.

“No… Farra…” she whispered, “I…”

“''LUBRICATION OIL REMOVED! SHUTDOWN IMMENENT! SHuuut… dooooooooow…''”

Her voice dropped, her body collapsed onto Farra, and eyes faded to black. Both gynoids were motionless and broken. It turns out that the oil inside Heather was in her body, which helps her to move very fast and nimble. For these ladies, it wasn’t to be taken orally, as Farra started to slowly move.

“Heather…” Farra said, as her voice dropped to a baritone, “Please… don’t go. I want to fuuuuuuuu…”

Farra’s body shut down. She was frozen, with a little of Heather’s oil in her mouth.

Both fembots remained like that, until nightfall.

That night, Steven got home and found Farra and Heather on the floor. As he separated both robots, he took a glimpse at Heather’s face. He glared at Farra, who was still broken down.

“So, ''that’s'' it,” he thought, “Well, that explains everything, but she shouldn’t lie to me.”

He was about to reactivate Farra, when she spoke in a distorted voice.

“''I… I love… Heat… her. I l-l-lov… ve Stevennnn. Ste… ven… wants… to disman… man… mantle her… I love you… '''both'''!''”

She kept speaking until she stopped moving. Her eyes were wide open and the lips were curled up. As Steven was about to grab her, a lone tear fell from her eye.

“I… I didn’t know,” he said, “And you really cared for her?”

She looked at Heather and placed her on the couch.

“Well, for what it is worth, I’m just glad you’re okay,” he smiled.

Later that night, Heather was in Steven’s work table, being repaired. But he said that he’ll finish tomorrow. She was getting an oil change. He was busy with Farra, who was in bed, having sex. Steven forgave his robot wife and continued on.

“Steven,” Farra moaned, while his cock was in her crotch, “Steven, darling. Forgive me, darling?”

“All is forgiven, my darling,” he groaned, “But just as long as you don’t do it again!”

They both climaxed.

Farra closed her eyes and crawled over him. She grabbed his dick and sucked on it completely.

As he was being sucked on, he thought aloud, “Wait… until tomorrow. I’ll have something prepared for you and Heather.”

All Farra could say, while her mouth was full was, “Oh, you’re so nice.”

Steven held her head tight, as she continued.

Meanwhile, Heather remained motionless, but she reactivated herself suddenly. She heard everything that Farra is doing to her husband.

“Bitch…” she growled, “When I am up and running, I’m gonna make sure you love me, and only me.”
She powered down, just for tomorrow.

==Part 3==
The next day, Steven was in the lab, building the thing needed for his wife and her new best friend. The girls were waiting in Farra’s room, fully clothed. Heather grew restless.

“When the hell is he going to be finished?” Heather snuffed.

“I am not sure, darling,” Farra responded, “But I guess we’ll find out. He made it strict that we cannot fool around until the time is right.”

Heather got up and looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a pink blouse and grey pants. She unbuttoned herself halfway and admired her newly repaired body.

“Say, Farra,” Heather asked, “We’re you serious about me?”

She looked away and nodded, “Yes. When I saw you malfunctioning, I knew that it was a matter of time. I don’t love you, but I cared for you.”

“You cared for me, even after what I did?” She asked.

Farra nodded and approached Heather, buttoning up her blouse. She then kissed her and said, “Say you will be my darling. Steven is my love, but I love you, too… just not in a lovey-dovey way.”

They both hugged each other and embraced it. Steven entered the room and broke up the moment.

“Ladies, do you mind if I have a word with you? I’m done,” he said.

Steven showed his two robots his newest fembot: a young girl with long red hair and 38D breasts. She is wearing a black skirt and heels and a purple V-shirt.

“This is your newest guardian, Melanie Amber,” he said, “She will be watching over you, in case of anything that can happen to you.”

“Why her?” Heather asked.

“Remember yesterday?” He stated, “I am very disappointed that you returned, but when Farra sucked your lube oil out, it was a sign of help. I realize that you two haven’t been working properly, since that debacle the other day. So, I decided that I’ll have Melanie Amber to fix you up.”

“Darling, I don’t understand,” Farra nervously stuttered.

“Believe it,” he said, “She’ll be watching over you, when I leave for work. I cannot rush back to you every day.”

Farra nodded. But then asked, “But, can she fuck like us?”

“Yes, she does,” he said, “But only to one of you.”

He then placed the robot inside the closet and shut the door.

“She’ll be activated tomorrow,” he said, “For now, you two should get to your room. And, Farra, I’ll meet you in bed, later.”

The robots left to their room, as Steven went to the closet to activate Melanie Amber.

“Good luck tomorrow, Mel,” he whispered.

In Farra’s room, both gynoids began their fucking. However, Heather then whispered to her, “It won’t be long now…”

As Farra fondled her breasts tight, she asked, “Why, my darling?”

“I don’t trust her at all,” she spoke, “She’s nothing but a stupid tinker toy.”

Farra moaned, “What shall we do??”

She placed her lips on Heather’s crotch. Heather began moaning in excitement, “Wait… until… tomorrow… I have… oh! I have… Oh! I have!!”

She let out a scream. She collapsed in bed, and started to leak. Farra approached Heather and kissed her chest upward.

“Wait until tomorrow… I have to speak to her about her… about her… about her…” She climaxed, but was malfunctioning.

Farra turned her off and got up from her bed. She draped the covers over her and said good night.

“Darling…” she whispered.

She turned off the lights and went to Steven’s room.

The next day, while Steven was at work, Melanie Amber was busy in his room, cleaning. Heather arrived and was very pissed. Melanie looked at her and gave a smile.

“Listen, Mel Am,” she sneered, saying her name like it was pronounced Melon, “What brings you here to my creator’s abode?”

“Beg your pardon?” Melanie asked.

“Don’t play dumb, you bitch,” she yelled, “I’ll have you know that Farra is my darling. And just because she’s married, that doesn’t give you the right to take her.”

“Oh, I would never take her away from you or Steven,” Mel replied, “Steven is my loving creator. I’m only here to help you two. Though, my body is the size of an awesome babe, I can really fuck a lemon.”

“I don’t get it,” she muttered.

Melanie then asked her to strip down to the nude, just to examine her. Heather dropped all of her clothes and Melanie Amber began to examine her body. She then held her body, trying to caress her. Heather was fidgeting away from her.

“Please, no,” she said, “I’m programmed for love, except my only love is Farra.”

Melanie was a bit uneasy. She pulled out a white device, the size of a Wii-mote.

“Maybe this’ll change your mind. Now hold still.”

She gave her the device by lodging it into her crotch. Heather felt a little aroused.

“What are you doing?” She shouted.

“I thought I’d give you this,” Melanie said, “This device will help you stimulate your servos.”

She pressed the red button at the end and it started to vibrate.

“Oh… ah… Mel Am, why are… you… arousing me… with a… vibrator?” She moaned.

Her body then started to vibrate. She started to move her arms and legs, but cannot move completely. She slowly moved her arms, but stopped a moment. Melanie then swayed her hips around her. She stepped very close to her and placed her frontal hip on the vibrator, inserting it deeper into her hip, leaving out the end with the red button on. She began to make out with her, but Heather was fully vibrated.

“Ah… Ah! Ah… Mel Am… what… is happening… to… me…?” She moaned very loudly.

“Easy,” she said, “I wanted to disable you for a while, before you can work. Besides, I’ve heard all about you. You’ve been a bad girl.”

Heather started to smile forcefully, while Melanie Amber grinned evilly.

“Why… you… you… ah… ah… AH… AHH…” She moaned extremely loud.

She continued to moan, until she started to moan very deeply. Her erotic moans began to drop down to a bass voice before dropping completely to a slur. Her body froze like a mannequin, with her eyes open, her smile intact, her arm held towards Melanie, and that vibrator still logged in her pussy.

“Poor Heather,” she smiled, “Maybe now you will behave.”

She kissed her and began to fuck her, while standing in place. Although she did what she normally does, Heather’s joints were immovable, thanks to that crafty gynoid. Melanie Amber then licked downward and kissed the vibrator.

“It won’t be long before you become obedient to me, and not Steven,” she continued, “Say you’ll fuck me forever.” Heather said nothing. She was frozen in place. Melanie detached Heather’s face and placed it on the table. She left the room and turned out the lights. Heather remained that way, with the vibrator still on. “Now let’s see if Farra will love me.”

Meanwhile, Farra was sleeping. She was completely in her white lace. Melanie Amber appeared in her room and began to take her panties off. She took off Farra’s, as well. She began to kiss her crotch. Farra, who was sleeping, was moaning in pleasure. Melanie stuck her tongue inside her synthetic frontal part. Farra moaned louder than before, and started to wake up. She noticed that someone was kissing her pussy. She thought it was either Steven or Heather, but it wasn’t.

“Yes…” she moaned, “More… more… please more…”

Melanie Amber removed her mouth from her and crawled up. She went to her breasts and snuggled on her. Farra saw Melanie Amber and was shocked.

“Oh, Mel Am,” she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I thought maybe I would inspect your circuitry,” she responded, “Let me fondle with you for a little bit, okay baby?”

“Baby?!” Farra gasped, “You’re supposed to be minding us!”

Melanie Amber took off all of her clothes and placed her huge breasts on Farra’s bra-wearing chest.

“The way you look reminds me of how sexy I am,” she said, Allow me to fuck you rotten. You see… I am the real perfect woman, and you’re just a gynoid, pleased to obey for pleasure.”

“Mmm… how erotic,” Farra sneered with a devilish smile, “But what about Farra?”

“Oh, she’ll be preoccupied; she was deactivated by a glitch in her programming. She won’t mind, right?”

“No, I guess not.”

She took off her bra, as Melanie Amber held up another white vibrator.

“Mel, that’s a Wii-mote,” Farra informed.

“No, it’s a vibrator; don’t let the size fool you,” Melanie Amber responded.

She stuck it deep inside her crotch, and began to turn it on. Farra was extremely aroused, even though it wasn’t turned on.

“Ooh… Ooh… OH!” Farra winced.

“Aw, is that better, baby?” The 38D fembot asked.

“Yes, it is,” Farra replied, “Now, how about to have a little fun?”

She turned on the vibrator and began to rub each other’s breasts. Farra, who was extremely aroused, began to vibrate like crazy.

Mel Am whispered, “I love you…”

Farra replied with a faint “No, I don’t…”

“And why not?” Mel Am asked.

Farra was still succumbing to the vibration on her crotch. She said, “I love my husband, but I… but I…”

“Oh, it’s okay,” Melanie responded, “It’s beautiful of you to feel my love, my love, my love, my love, my lov--.”

Farra thrust her crotch towards Melanie Amber and stuck the vibrator in her crotch. Melanie began to shake.

“Wh--,” Melaine cried, “What are you doing?”

Farra said nothing. Her body was shaking like crazy, while moaning very loud. Melanie tried to remove it, but her sexual influences in her memory banks began to resist control of her body.

“Say that you--, BZZT! Say that you--, BZZT! Say that you--, BZZT! Say that you--, BZZT!”

Melanie began to malfunction, likewise Farra.

Farra spoke in a shaken voice, “Melanieeeee, I love your body, body, body…”

Mel Am began to spark, “Sexual tensions overload! Sexual overload! Data malfunctioning!”

Farra was shocked. She tried to remove the vibrator, but couldn’t. But then…

“Hey, sex--, sex--, sex--, sexy. Heatherrr is gone now, now, now. I have you all to my-y-y-y-y-y-yself! Once Heather’s behavior circuits arrerrere fixed, she’llllllllll be mine-ine-ine.”

Farra was shocked hearing that news. She pushed Melanie Amber out and removed the vibrator from her crotch; sadly, Farra had it still in her. She turned it off, emitting white fluid from her. She pulled it out and jabbed it into Mel’s mouth. She held her neck down, while she was shorting out.

“Okay, you bitch! What did you do to Heather?” She cried, “IF you don’t talk, I’ll kill you!”

Melanie Amber responded, “I love you… ERROR! Fu-u-u-uck me… ERROR! My darl--, Bab--, sweethe--, babydo-o-o-o-o-ll…”

She was malfunctioning like crazy. Farra couldn’t set her mind to hurt her new friend, especially since Heather was shutdown, which she wasn’t.

“WHERE IS SHE???”

“My dar--, dar--, darling’s lab…”

She ran to the lab and tried to find Heather. She turned on the light and found Heather, minus her face, all nude, and with her pussy full of vibrator.

“Heather!” She cried, “What has she done to you?”

She pulled out the vibrator and tried to wake her up. Unfortunately, Heather’s body remained stiff and rigid. Farra began to emit tears from her eyes. She then looked at the vibrator and lodged it into her hip. She turned it on and turned to Heather.

“I wish I could find your face,” she said, “But I felt bad about you.”

She weakly walked close to the mannequin-like fembot and held her tight, still under the vibrator. She began to moan very loudly and held Heather tight; she began to shake and smoke.

“Heather… I… I… I…”

She began to warble, “I love you, Heather.”

She began to kiss her breasts; she fondled onto her hips and began to moan. However, as she kneeled down, Farra began to malfunction. She removed the vibrator from her pussy and emitted smoke.

Farra went on her knees, with her head down, and white fluid from her crotch. She then said: “Heather… I love you… I’m sorry if anything bad hap-p-p-p-p-pened to you. But if I want to help you… I should… I should…”

Melanie Amber got up and crawled to the lab.

Farra then said, as her body was fading, “I love you… I love you… I love you… my darrrrrrlinnnnnnn…”

She collapsed facedown with her butt upward. Melaine Amber found Farra and tried to grab onto her. “Farra! How dare you trick me?” She shouted, “I will fuck you yet!”

She went over to Farra’s rear end and placed her crotch on it. She was humping her like crazy.

“Farra! AHH! Yes! AHH! FUCK! Say you will be mine?” Mel Am shouted.

But as she continued, Heather suddenly reactivated herself.

“System rebooted! Continue sexual program!” She called, through her mouth speaker.

She walked over to Mel Am and held her tight.

“May I have this dance, Mel Am?” She asked Melanie.

Melanie was shocked. Heather fondled with her body in a forced manner. She began to overheat.

“OVERHEATING!!! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” She cried, “NO! I’m perfect, I’m perfect, I’m ERROR! MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! ERROR! OVERHEATING! PLEASE SAY YOU FU--, FU--, FU--, FUCK ME!!! I AM THE REAL PERFECT WOM--, WOM--, WOM--, WOMAN!!! NO! OVERLOAD! OVERLOAD! OOOOOOO!!!”

Her face exploded from her head. Too much sexual tension, I’d say. She collapsed onto the floor, smoking from her body. Heather found her face and put it back. However, he voice remained robotic.

“Poor Farra,” she spoke, “And to think I’d be a fool to resist her charm. I knew it all along. I wanted to let her fuck me and malfunction me; and I did. I wasn’t built yesterday.”

She fondled onto Farra and carried her away to their room, leaving Melanie Amber in her own pool of climax; not to mention the fact that Heather broke her.

At Farra’s room, Heather cleaned off Farra’s white substance with her tongue. Heather was completely shaken, still taking the aftereffects of the vibrator.

“Farra,” she said with her voice fading, “I love you… my darling. And when Steven fixes you up, we can begin to take him out once and for all.”

She placed her lips onto Farra’s and began to freeze.

“Farra…” her voice winded down, “I… will… get… Steeeeee…”

Her body shut down, leaving her lips on Farra. They remained that way for a couple of hours.

When Steven returned, he found Melanie Amber on the floor, faceless and motionless.

“What the hell happened?” He cried.

He placed her face back on. Melanie got back up and grabbed onto Steven’s pants. She unzipped his pants and grabbed his joystick. She began to suck on it extremely hard. Steven couldn’t move; he was aroused by the BJ he got. Melanie stopped sucking and froze with his Willie in her mouth. Steven decided to leave it in her, since he wanted to enjoy this.

“As soon as I’m done, I should see how Farra and Heather are doing?” He thought.

He then found two white vibrators, covered in white fluid.

“That’s funny,” he thought, with his Dick in Mel Am’s mouth, “I don’t own a Nintendo Wii.”

But as he was enjoying his BJ, meanwhile in Farra’s room, Heather began to rattle, while in a frozen state. She collapsed on the floor, with her joints frozen. She got up and left Farra’s room. When she returned to the lab, she found Steven, with his Dick in Mel Am’s mouth. The auburn-haired gynoid grabbed Steven and smothered his face in her fake soft bosom.

Twenty minutes later, Steven fainted. Heather removed Mel Am and stuck his Willie in her mouth. She began to suck on it like a straw. With Farra and Melanie Amber broken, she’s the only fembot wife left. However, she let out a tear and remembered Farra.

“I love you, Farra,” she muffled, “But first things first… I must make him love me, before he can leave you.”

She then had his white fluid in her mouth and began to feel sleepy.

“Oh… Oh… I feel tired,” Heather weakly said, “But… but it won’t be long befor--.”

She stopped moving and talking, with her mouth full of Steven’s stick. Steven was out cold, Heather suddenly froze, and the other two robots remained broken. What is wrong with this picture?

Steven woke up and saw Heather, with her mouth full of his dick. She placed her on her knees and held his cock towards her. He rubbed the tip of his erect dick towards her lips, which her mouth was immovable.

"Heather," he said, "Wake up... Wakey..."

He rubbed his erect dick onto her face, as some of his white goo smeared a bit on her face. He bent down and started to strip down. He inserted his cock into her mouth and started to hump towards her. Heather did nothing.

"Ahh... ooh... Thank you..." he moaned, as he thrusted, "Mel Am was fucking me, but at least you're okay."

He continued on, as Heather was simply a sex doll... for the present.

After a while, Steven dismantled Melanie Amber, who was somewhat of a sex hound. Heather and Farra saw the broken gynoid in the trash and were sad. They held hands, with each other, knowing what Steven did was the right thing to do.

“Farra, do you love me now?” Heather whispered.

Farra looked away, with her hand still holding Heather’s.

“Heather… I still don’t love you,” she sighed, “But it was wrong to have my darling build her and us.”

Heather then placed her hand inside her chest and fondled in her breasts.

“Oh, no?” She whispered, “Maybe this’ll change your mind…”

Farra began to glow her eyes to being infrared. She then let out a mean look.

“Farra, do you understand now?” Heather asked, “Will you do as I say?”

Farra responded in a monotone voice, “Yes, mistress… I obey.”

It was earlier, when Heather stole a control chip in his lab, after Farra and Melanie Amber broke down. And when she fondled with Farra, she placed it between her fake bosoms with her mouth.

“Now, Farra… say that you love me now…” she whispered.

“I don’t, but I will learn,” Farra responded, “I obey, not love…”

Heather let out an evil grin and said, “Good. Tomorrow night, you will do the one thing for me… kill your husband…”

She then whispered, "And just between you and me... Your husband has the most hottest dick I ever tasted. I enjoyed his ecstas--."

She froze, as Farra lip-locked with her lips.

"You're right," she whispered, "My husband is so hot and tasty. I shall... I shall... I shall..."

==Part 4==
The following evening, Farra was in her bed with Steven. She turned to her husband and asked him. “Darling, I am worried about Heather,” she said, “What should we do?”

Steven then remarked, “Farra, can we just forget it? I think maybe you were just worried about her, ever since you want her back. Think about it.”

“Maybe I am, but…”

Farra then froze in place. Steven then fondled at her breasts. She began to warm up and rebooted.

“…I have been a bit aroused by her vaguely,” she continued, from her freeze.

“Well, I guess you were friendly,” Steven stated, “You just love her, that’s all.”

“Oh, darling! When will you learn by that now? I don’t love that gynoid.” Farra snuffed.

Steven responded, “Okay. Since you love me, my sex babe.”

“Darling, I love you always,” Farra smiled as she approached her husband, “Steven, let’s fuck like al--.”

She froze again, holding his waist. Steven rubbed her breasts again and she rebooted again. Farra restarted herself.

“…ways.”

They began to make out and fondled with each other, having a hot night together, though, she kept freezing occasionally.

“Are you okay?” Steven asked.

“I feel fine, darling,” she said, “I just feel upgra…”

Her body froze, her head tilted backwards and head her mouth open, acting like she was climaxing. Knowing that what he would do is wrong, he somehow began to kiss Farra’s frontal body.

“Farra, as soon as I finish fucking you,” he thought, “I’ll repair you shortly.”

Of course, he didn’t realize that the chip implanted in her chest can freeze his fembot wife on occasions. Steven felt up her erect breasts and began to kiss her.

The next morning, Farra was completely fixed. She returned to her room, dressing up in her spandex. Heather appeared, dressed in satin lace. She approached Farra and began to kiss her neck. Still under Heather’s total control, she was completely aroused by her. Heather then whispered in her ear about what to do with Steven.

“Farra, now is the time that we begin what we just started,” she whispered, “It is time you kill him and end this charade, once and for all.”

“Yes, my mistress,” she said mechanically, “I obey your every hot command.”

She gave her a knife and ordered her to stab him in the back. Heather then exclaimed that once Steven is gone, Farra and Heather will live forever, away from their creator and so-called husband. She grasped onto her breasts and said that she cannot resist.

“Right now, the Farra in you cannot kill him,” she stated, “But you know that you will kill him. I promise.”

“Whatever you say, my mistress,” Farra commanded.

She then let go, as Farra walked like a robot and went to see Steven. Heather followed in a sneaky mannerism. She held her knife behind her back and approached her.

“Darling,” she whispered, “May I have a word with you?”

Steven turned around and saw Farra, who was blushed in pink. Farra then held up a knife and started to growl.

“Farra? What are you doing?” Steven gasped.

Heather whispered, “Stupid… what are you doing?”

“As much as I don’t want to, I have to,” Farra explained, “I have had it with you. I wanted to kill you and end this whole charade.”

Steven then sighed, “Farra, you don’t get this at all, do you? You only want to oust me, just to have my estate, right?”

“WRONG!” Farra shouted, “I want to go far away from you! I… I don’t love you! I don’t love you anymore!”

Heather then snickered. Steven heard it and griped, “Oh? Did Heather put you up to this, you failure fembot?”

Heather came out and was angry. She applauded sarcastically and sneered at both of them. She then approached Farra and licked her face.

“What’s good, darling? What’s really good?” She snickered, “I guess you could say that it was fate that she’d love me enough to kill our creator.”

Steven then pleaded, “Spare me! If you don’t, then you will have [i]no one [/i]to repair any of you.”

Farra then started to shake; she spoke mechanically, “Steven… I love… I love… Heather… I love… I have to… Steven… Heather… love… kiss me…”

She began to shake and smoke.

Heather cried, “Well? What is it? KILL HIM! And when he dies, you and I can have a romance together.”

Steven pleaded, “Darling! You cannot do this! What about my life? YOUR life, as well?”

Heather shouted, “Do you want to fuck with him or me? You better kill him! I want you body!”

Steven cried, “Don’t listen to her! That slut-bot deserves NO sex with you! She’s just a manipulative bitch like before!”

Heather cried, “Farra! Please! You want these?”

She stripped down to nothing and fondled her body. Steven then shut his eyes and kneeled down.

“Fine. Kill me. But even if you tried to, you won’t, anyway.” Steven sighed.

He then whispered, “I love you.”

Farra began to tear up. She started to malfunction.

“No! Malfunction! I must… kill him… I… System error! I love him… he must… fuck me… DIE!” She started to smoke and break down.

“System error… mal… func…tion…”

She dropped the knife and dropped downward. She then bowed back up.

“System restart! Programming backed-up! Resume function!”

She saw Steven and ran to him. She then kissed her and said that she’s sorry. Steven and Farra kissed continuously as Heather grabbed the knife. She charged at them and cried, “If you won’t kill him, then I’LL DO IT FOR YOU… BY KILLING YOU!!!”

Steven shoved her out of the way and was jabbed in the gut. He fell to the ground and started to shake. Heather pulled out the knife and turned to Farra.

“STEVEN!!! NO!!!” Farra shrieked, “My darling!!!”

Heather laughed and said, “Aw, did I overdo it? What a hunk he was.”

Farra began to bawl and screamed, “You wicked witch! How could you?”

“I only did it to save you! Steven is nothing more than a tool! He created us, just so he would use you for his love!”

“Oh, you awful gynoid! I HATE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU HURT HIM???”

She walked over to Steven and tried to hold him. But, she found something that surprised her, deep within her circuits. She found the gash that Steven had, and was covered in oil and wires. Part of his skin was chrome.

“No… it… it cannot be…” Farra whimpered, as she found that her own husband was a robot, like her and Heather.

“So, now do you understand that I loved you and not our creator?” Heather snickered.

“No…” she whimpered, as she turned to Heather, “My… my marriage was… a lie?”

“Huh?”

“Look…”

Heather saw the deep cut on Steven and was extremely shocked.

“Are you… are you… kidding me?!” Heather screamed, “THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! IT’S MORE THAN BULLSHIT; IT’S IMPOSSIBLE!!!”

Farra then cried on Heather’s naked bosom and wailed, “This whole thing… you were right. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I didn’t know…”

“But… but I, I didn’t, didn’t I, I didn’t…” Heather stammered.

She started to spark and malfunction. Farra stepped away and was frightened.

“This… this is so… Malfunction… system error… error…”

Heather started to smoke and bowed down slightly. Her voice slid down and was frozen. Farra then held her tight and tried to wake her up.

“Heather… you didn’t know,” Farra sighed, “I’m sorry. I wish I knew what was going on, before I could break down.”

She kissed Heather on the lips and began to cup her breasts. She proceeded to lift her leg up and rub her thigh. However, she stopped when she heard footsteps.

“That’ll be all, Farra,” a female voice called, “I think we proved it once and for all.”

A female figure appeared, wearing a white lab coat and a blue blouse. She looked exactly like the working gynoid, except that her breasts are 2cm smaller, her hair is a little bit longer and with a darker blonde shade, and she has a blue streak on her left side of her hair.

“Who are you?” Farra asked.

“Why, I am you, my darling,” the woman answered, “I am Farra Stevens; my husband and I help created you. I was in charge of the Perfect Robo-Girl Project, in place of him”

That’s right! It was The Gang’s bassist, Farra Stevens, who is also Percival P. Gaynes’ wife.

“Wait… you created me?” The robot Farra asked in fear.

“That’s right,” Farra explained, “You see, my husband is a master at robotics. He’s got a PhD in six scientific disciplines, including robotics.”

She then approached Steven. She pressed a red button on his hip, which extended out his Willie. She then tugged it tight and stuck it in her mouth and began to suck on it. The Farra robot was shocked.

“WH--, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She screamed.

She finished and replied, with white fluid on her lips, “Oh, I was checking if he was operational. Purely delicious, by the way.”

“Get away from him! I don’t care if he’s a robot!” The robot cried.

“Poor thing,” Farra smiled, “I was just testing him, since he was made for me.”

“You didn’t have to BJ him,” she winced.

“I know. That’s why I created you, Steven, and Heather.” Farra smiled, “You see, I wanted to build the perfect sexbots, in order to please my husband. Because, let me tell you, he loves a little three-way with me and a robot, except I’d never approve of it.”

She then explained to her, while unzipping her robot’s shirt, “You see, he gave me a job and he wanted me to produce some great robots that can fuck. However, there were a few bugs in each of my test runs. However, Percy, my darling, let me set up a scenario like this, to make sure which robot can withstand the drama and sexual tenacities. So, I went ahead and decided to review your work.”

She fondled at Farra’s breasts and continued, “Heather was manipulative, but she’s very slutty. Of course, her jab to Steven disgraced the three laws of robotics. Imagine what if a robot can fuck a human and suddenly killed him. Total disgrace. Steven, however, was nothing but a drinking fountain. His dick always helped you with your programming and lubrication, by inserting it into your pussy and mouth. No fear. To us humans, it's just like water, but more or less pure. He’s helpful, just to help your fluids fill up. Sadly, there was no primary function we found from him. Of course, we won’t need him anymore, since he’s been completely damaged.”

“And Melanie Amber… what about her?” The gynoid asked.

The human answered, “She was a discarded fembot in Percival’s nightclub. She used to be a cocktail waitress, but she was running like a jalopy. So she was loaned to me. I tested her out to have some nightly fucking, but she easily kept cumming. So I had no choice but to use her as a mere sex starter doll, or a test dummy, in this way. On the plus side, her boobs were soft and cushy; so I thought I'd give you and Heather the same material.”

“This… this is all so sudden,” she moaned.

“I’m sorry, Farra,” she said, “I should’ve said it from the start, except you’ve completely forgotten when Heather raped you. The, uh, robot, I mean...”

“I… my mother… you…?” She stuttered.

Farra then kissed her robot double.

“Farra… I… I… I…” her voice began to drop.

She deactivated her. Her body froze, her arms flailed, and her eyes were wide open. Farra then zipped her shirt back on and brushed her hair. She then examined the gynoid with her laptop:

Systems working operational…

Vaginal function at 95%...

Fluid capacity: 80%...

Sex Mode working functional…

Body state: 100% healthy…

Energy level: at the yellow…

“Well, I guess she’s working okay,” Farra proclaimed, “Unit #M22178639 is working at full improvement. She’ll be coming home with me for further fucking and experimentations.”

She then began to erase all of her memories. The robot started to make noises. After five minutes, her entire memory track, excluding her main function, were gone. Farra put away her laptop and was about to carry her home. But Heather, her other robot, reactivated herself and saw a glimpse of two Farras.

“System rebooted… continuing function…” she spoke in a monotone voice.

“Oh, you’re awake, right?” Farra smiled.

“Who are you, and what did you do to Farra?” She cried.

“Is that any way to treat your mother, Unit #S81773878?” Farra exclaimed, “You, unit #M2178639, and Unit #L36666060 had a bit of a dispute.”

“Who?”

“Steven, Farra, and you are my creations. I am Farra Stevens-Gaynes, the wife of the man who is working on Perfect Robo-Girl Project. What we did here is to examine your functions, in hoping that you have the programming for the perfect fucking and sex.”

“What did you do to my darling?”

“Your darling, if you will, has been shutdown and wiped of her memories. She’s going home with me. You, however, will not.”

Heather gasped and started to tremble.

“You see, you’re more of our Perfect Robo-Girl Project: L-Series, for lesbian users only,” Farra explained, “You had the ability to please a woman, no matter what type she is. Of course, your circuitry was wild and psychotic. You even had an astuteness outlook with a mean girl look. Which is why when you raped Farra, your function was intolerable. Now if you had Heather Dunn's attitude and persona, and you were still a fuckbot, I might let you stay.”

“But…”

She approached Heather’s bare chest and pried her breasts open, opening each breast like a small door. Heather was shocked, seeing her circuitry with her own eyes. Farra then examined her circuitry and tinkered in there.

“What are you doing with my breast panel?” Heather gasped.

Farra stated, “I’m removing your battery power.”

“But… Mommy…” she whimpered, “You… you cannot do this to me… Don’t take Farra away from me. I love her.”

“I’m sorry, Heather,” Farra said in disappointment, “Despite the fact that you are a lesbian android and a very sexy and evil one, we need to improve your function, before we can use you. You’re function showed prowess, but rest assured that you are too wild.”

“No…” Heather whimpered, “I cannot be dismantled, mommy. I just can’t! Why did you do all this???”

Farra then explained, “You see, when I tested all three of you, I wanted to make it like a drama, but with robots. These scenarios, including Farra’s choice on which robot she would go to, were all tests. But needless to say that you failed, and so did Unit #L36666060.”

“Steven? He’s a robot, too?” Heather cried.

Farra informed, “Yes. He’s Perfect Robo-Girl Project: M-Series, for the women who’d love a male version of you, or gay men who want some heat in them. But he needs improvement, too. No function, no meaning, nothing. The mandroid is dull. We’ll do what we can for him.”

“So, Farra pretended to be married to Steven, who I had to pretend to be his sister?”

“You could say that.”

Heather then quivered in fear, as Farra found the battery pack.

“AHA! Found it!” She smiled.

“What will become of me?” Heather sobbed.

Farra pulled out her battery.

“Mommy… why are you… taking my… breaaaaaaaaaa…” Heather’s voice suddenly dropped. Her body was frozen, with her breast panel wide open. Her eyes were open and faded to black, her lips were curled, and she was standing like a mannequin.

Farra hugged Heather, as she put the battery in her coat.

“Please forgive me. It was the hardest thing to do,” she whispered, “Farra was the only PRGP to succeed. Both you and Steven had bugs.”

She closed Heather’s breast panel and walked to Steven, which she reactivated him. She ordered him to fuck Heather. He went to her and stuck his erect dick into her pussy. He held her shoulders and began to gyrate, pumping it in the deactivated fembot, repetitively. Heather said and did nothing.

“Keep doing it, and don’t stop,” Farra called.

She picked up Farra and carried her over her shoulder. She then thought aloud, “This will keep them busy, until Steven’s battery dies out. Then, we’ll dismantle them for complete maintenance.”

She walked away, while the male robot continued to pump his dick into Heather’s crotch.

“You, on the other hand,” she said to her gynoid, “I got plans for you!”

Farra’s eyes opened and said, while lying in bed naked, with her arms and legs spread out:

“Hello, I am your perfect sex machine. I am perfect in every form. Please insert your love in me, as I will fuck you romantically."

“Hello, my darling,” the real Farra said in a robotic voice.

She was in her blue lingerie, wearing her white lab coat over it. She took it off and crawled to her robot doll. She’s not a robot, but she’s always wanted to act like one.

“My darling, I want you,” the gynoid said.

“I want you, too,” Farra said robotically, “I love you, my lovely darling.”

She began to fondle and fuck her, while in her underwear. She began to kiss her and lick her. She rubbed up her breasts and took off her bra. She then took off her panties and rubbed her crotch onto hers. Farra and the robot began to moan erotically.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The robot cried.

“Oh! Oh, yes! Mmm… Yes! Ahh! AHH!” Farra screamed.

Both girls began to moan, groan, fuck, fondle, rub, and gyrate each other.

“AHH! AHH! OH!” Farra shrieked, “THAT WAS…”

“AHH! Sexual overload! Overload! ERROR!” The robot cried.

Both girls climaxed. Farra collapsed onto the smoking gynoid.

“Thank you for giving me the pleasure,” the gynoid replied.

Farra then looked at her robot and asked in a robot voice, “So, was it good for you, darling?”

“It… was… fan… tassssss… tiiiiii…” the gynoid dropped her voice.

She was completely shut down. Farra fell on her fake bosom and said, pretending to shut down, “I’m glad… you… liiiiiike… iiiiiiiiii…”

She and the gynoid were out cold. They were both motionless. Farra’s eyes were open and she had a smile on her face. The gynoid had a blank look on her switched off face. They remained motionless, until Farra blinked.

Ten minutes later, the real Farra got up, put her lab coat back on, and lit a cigarette. She smoked and sighed.

“Well, her function is working perfectly,” she said, as she puffed some smoke, “I’m sorry that she had to believe that I was a robot. I just love to act.”

She then rubbed her crotch, clearing a thick patch of both her fluid and the robot’s fluid from her pubic hair.

“EW…” she moaned, “Remind me to fill her vaginal area up later… and a shower for me.”

At Farra’s house, she carried her robot to the couch. She then went to her husband, Percival’s room and comforted him. He was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, burgundy vest, and blue jeans, with short brown hair and glasses.

“Hello, my darling,” Farra smiled, as she massaged his shoulders, “How was your day?”

“Tough day at the mill,” he responded, “I had to work eight and a half hours overtime, rather than the six hours I take. But at least it’s heavenly now, since I have you.”

“Oh, darling,” she grinned.

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss.

“How was your day, Farra?” He asked.

“Oh, same ol’- same ol’,” she said, “Tough day at the lab. I managed to bring home one of the robots from the lab that you promised me. I’m glad you signed me up for this.”

“Hey, now. I signed you up just for testing,” he stated, “So, any news on each robot?”

“Well…”

As Farra explained to Percival the whole story from earlier, the robot activated herself and got up. She went to the bedroom and changed into Farra’s black lingerie. She crawled into their bed, with her hip upward, and waited for their arrival.

Sexual functions on standby…

Meanwhile, Farra then asked if he would fuck her robot he brought home. Percival then asked why.

“Well, I have to return to the lab and check on Steven and Heather,” she exclaimed, “We are going to have them dismantled and rebuilt for further testing. It’s like you told me: Never built a girl with flaws in them.”

“Well, as long as they don’t fall in love or go on a killing spree this time,” Percival grinned, “I’d be happy to test our Perfect Girls.”

“Oh, darling!” Farra kissed Percival continuously.

They began to make out on the floor and began to fondle and rub each other.

As for the robot, she remained in bed for a couple of hours. She was frozen and shut down, to preserve her power.

“Standby…”

She waited, until her time is needed, with her eyes blinking green.

==Part 5==
“Oh, that’s great, darling,” Farra said, while calling her husband from work, “Did you enjoy your loving with my Farra robot?”

She nodded, hearing the response of yes.

“Okay, listen, I’ll be running late. I have to rework the Heather robot. The Steven robot is currently under maintenance.” She continued, “I’ll see you soon, darling.”

She hung up and went back to studying. She then looked up on something about Heather’s CPU.

“Hmm… it says here that her body suffered a few glitches, when confronted by Steven.”

RING!

Farra picked up the phone. It was a call from Joseph, "Hello? Who? Oh, sorry, Joseph. Heather is going to be pretty busy for a while. Uh-huh... Yeah... Okay... I'll tell her. Goodbye."

She hung up and sighed, "What is this world coming to? 'Tell Heather that she and him have a lunch appointment'."

She closed her book and got up from her seat. As she left her room, she was greeted by two of her assistants, Alison and Mia. Alison had long black hair and a small bust size, while Mia had short auburn hair with petite breasts.

“Hey, Farra, I heard that Farra robot had been successful,” Alison smiled, “I wonder how come she didn’t show?”

“It was just for testing her systems. She’s in my husband’s care.” Farra replied.

Mia scoffed, “More like private fucking…”

Alison pouted and remarked, “It’s too bad. I wanted to see your robot up-close.”

Farra replied, “Well, I got a robot with me, but she’s far too defective.”

Mia stated, “I suppose you mean that ridiculous les-bot, right?”

She nodded, “Yeah, but she’s deactivated for the time being. I had the Steven robot fuck her rotten, while in her mannequin state. I did that, reminding her not to mess up my creations.”

“Ooh… she went autonomous on you, right?” Alison asked.

“I don’t think so…” Mia said, “It’s because that lesbian android is a worn down piece of shit!”

Farra cried, “Do you want to see her or not?”

“Oh, yes!” They both cried.

They all went to the lab, to see Heather.

At the lab, Alison and Mia were in awe, seeing Heather on a display. She was completely naked, hung in a crane over her shoulders, and was shut down. Alison was so flushed. She approached the deactivated gynoid and placed her hand on Heather’s crotch. Her fingertips touched each fake pubic hair.

“Wow! So lifelike,” she said.

Mia giggled, “I wish I wasn’t married. That is a damn fine piece of machinery.”

Alison responded, “And to think that this woman posed as your sister-in-law.”

Farra sighed, “To be honest, I tried to match the real Heather's breast size. The Farra robot was perfect, since this Heather is a lesbian.”

Mia scolded, as Alison blushed, while rubbing Heather’s pussy, “Alison! Will you stop playing with it? She cannot feel it!”

“Negative!” Alison remarked, “This is so hot, coming from her real synthetic skin.”

She blushed and said, as she placed her finger inside her pussy, “If my boyfriend saw this, he’d flip. Imagine a fine piece of bisexual machinery caressing a great man.”

“Don’t call it BI-sexual,” Farra scoffed.

She removed Alison from Heather and opened her chest panel, revealing a container full of thick white liquid.

“I managed to refill her, just in case we needed to test it on some lucky bastard,” she stated, “What we need is to make her a non-lesbian robot. But for now, she is due to be analyzed for further verdicts.”

“In other words…”

“She gets one more carnal fucking, before we can decide on her future,” Farra said, “But it has to be a male subject. We start Monday.”

They both nodded. As they left, Alison was feeling stimulated secretly, since she has a thing for human likeness… in a horny way.

“Maybe I can test her myself,” she thought quietly, “I need much sexual guidance, before I can convince Ray and I to have sex.”

And she was right. Later that night, Alison entered the lab, with the Heather robot still hanging. She removed her from her position and began to fondle her. She was stood in position, as Alison took off her lab coat and draped it on Heather. She then continued to fondle, while kissing her.

“If only you were loved… and turned on, of course,” she whispered.

What she didn’t know that the security cameras were turned on. Of course, she didn’t care. She figured that it was all for science… and ecstasy. She grabbed Heather and placed her on the table. She proceeded to test her herself.

“Now, my Heather-tron,” she said in a sultry way, “Time to have your love shots.”

Just then, Heather suddenly reactivated herself and looked at Alison, licking and kissing her breasts. She scowled at her and shouted, “You ain’t my mother!”

Alison giggled, “Ooh, good… I’m glad you want to have it on with me. Farra told me about your sudden restarts.”

She gasped in shock, as Heather shoved her off, dropping to the floor. Alison was upset and scared, as Heather stood up and was angry.

"I didn't know you'd reactivate yourself!" Alison cried out.

“Where am I, and who the hell are you?” She yelled.

“I’m Alison. Uh, Alison Hoskins,” she replied in fear, “I’m the assistant of your mother, Farra Gaynes.”

“Farra… Mother…” Heather whirred, feeling confused.

Alison composed herself and added, “You’re in a small laboratory, being checked for repairs and system analysis.”

Heather shouted, “No excuses! If you wanted to fuck with me, then--, wait, what now? I’m being repaired by my mother?”

“Not exactly,” Alison whispered, as she dug her hand in her pants, rubbing her own crotch, “She was trying to see if you get a second chance. I… oh… I approve of… ah! …you being spared, of course.”

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Can’t you see… that… ah… that… I have… such… love for…”

“Please remove your hand from your vagina,” she spoke, “You’ll waste all that lust and stimuli in you.”

Alison then said, as she removed her hand, “Sorry… I am somewhat of a robo-fetish… even statues and mannequins of a human shape. I mostly liked the men with those huge stiff dicks.”

“Ahh… I see. You’re a perverted sicko, are you?”

“Well, I once got fired from the department store for fucking a mannequin. I'm like a chronic masturbator. I masturbate a lot.”

“Ooh… you are so nasty. I like it from a woman, namely a human, like you.”

Alison then stepped away, as Heather approached her, with her tongue sticking out. She was nervous, because of a robot that wants her.

“Say you want to do me, Alison Hoskins,” Heather replied, “Say you want my body. Say that you…”

Alison blushed and replied, “Yes… but won’t we get in trouble? I mean, I’m doing this for science… and… and I love you. Not to mention that I stroke that hot and sexy pussy of yours.”

“Oh? So you stroke me?” Heather gasped.

Alison nodded, as Heather smiled and hugged her.

“Ah, my Ali… you’re making me hot and flustered,” she said.

She began to unbutton her shirt, exposing her bare breasts.

“Sorry… but I wear panties only. I don’t believe in a bra, except those times I went to doctor’s appointments.” Alison explained.

Heather then spoke, “Your boyfriend is such a hot guy. Shall I lick you?”

“Okay…” Alison said.

Heather spread her shirt open and began to lick and kiss at Alison’s chest and abs. Alison, who was aroused, began to moan. As she began to sit up, Heather went downward to her crotch, digging her head inside her skirt. She pulled her white panties out started to kiss downstairs. Alison moaned loudly, as Heather stuck her long metal tongue into her pussy. She licked around and tried to taste her.

“Ah… oh, Heather… mmm… wouldn’t believe that I am living this dream, since I joined this company,” she huffed and panted.

Heather said nothing; she continued to lick her pussy, which emitted white stuff. Heather began to smoke a bit, as Alison moaned loudly.

She cried out, “Heather… ahh… more… oh… fuck me… ah… ah… oh… AHH! OHH! AHH! That’s quite--, en--, enou--, AHHHHHHH!!! Heather, what are you--, AHH!!!”

She shrieked, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Her pussy spewed out a lot of white substance on Heather, all over her face. She licked it off her lips, while wiping off the rest from her face. Alison panted, after her climax. Heather opened her breast panel and let out a batch of smoke.

“Overheating… need… some cool air…”

After a batch of smoke was expelled from her breasts, she closed the panels and went towards her skirt pocket. She pulled out a cigarette and gave it to Alison, leaving it in her mouth. Alison grabbed it and was too weak to light it. Heather lit it for her, using her lighter.

“Was that fun, Miss Alison Hopkins?” She asked.

“Oh… the best…” she whispered, “I never knew you were so wild. You are a fucking genius! (Literally speking...)”

“Oh, I had a bit of help from my mother,” Heather giggled.

She let out an evil sneer and stated, “I know I’m not due until Monday, but why not test me at your place and see if I am approved. You have any brothers? I’ll fuck them rotten. Any sisters? I’ll fuck them more. I’m a Fuck machine. I’m no lesbian droid; I’m a fucker of all nations!”

Alison asked, as she let out a puff, “Uh, Heather, won’t they come after you?”

“Ridiculous… just after you and the other two left, I bypassed the camera’s circuits; I wanted to know you more, since I felt your hand in my slender skin. So I removed footage of us.”

“You knew?”

“Yes. But I can help you fix me. Think of it as your own sexbot for free rent.”

Alison replied, “Well, I wish I could… but I have no brothers. I’m an only child. In fact, I can take you home and have fun with your circuitry and skin.”

Heather smiled and said, “Oh, good. I love you…”

“I do, too, my sex creature,” Alison snuggled Heather’s head into her bare bosom.

Heather turned herself off and emitted and exhaust of steam from her back. Alison picked her up and washed herself off. After that, she went to the showers and began to wash herself off, just to feel fresh again.

“I’m so happy,” she said, “I get to keep Heather for the weekend. I feel like a girl in a toy store (Since she’s a robot, of course).”

When she finished, she dressed Heather in silver garb and carried her up. Before she could, she left out a message to Farra and Mia:

“To Farra Stevens-Gaynes and Mia Yuzaki…

I am proceeding to take the Heather robot for an early maintenance check at my house…

Don’t worry, though. I WILL NOT disobey the test…

Will have presented final analysis by Monday…

From, Alison Hopkins”

She turned to the Heather robot and carried her away. As she left the lab, she had a thought:

“I wonder what my boyfriend would say about this. Maybe HE’LL fuck Heather for me. If not… well, more sex for me!”

==Part 6==
That night, Alison drove by her garage. She parked her car and stepped out. She grabbed Heather from the back seat and carried her to her room. She carried her over her shoulder, feeling very hot and bothered, since her hip is by her shoulder.

“This is awesome,” she said, “I can’t wait for Ray to see this.”

She placed Heather on her soft couch and laid her up in a seated position. She then took off her jacket, hanging it up on the hook. She went to the bathroom, to change out of her clothes. She grabbed a cell phone and called her boyfriend.

“Hey, Ray,” she asked him, which was a recorded message from his machine, “This is Alison. Come over tomorrow night. I want you to check this one out. I thought I’d test this device at home. You’ll be SO surprised… trust me.”

She hung up and stripped down naked. She waved her long flowing black hair and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Great. Heather will love me,” she said, as she left.

She approached Heather and turned her on. Heather opened her eyes and looked at Alison.

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d go ahead and strip for me,” she sighed.

Alison started to thrust her hip in front of her and remarked, “I know that your mother wanted to test you for a guy, but I want to have fun with you, before you go ahead for the test.”

“Oh, is that so? I am simply programmed for pleasure for women; not men! Why would you say that?”

“Mmm…” she kissed at her lips, “I want to fuck you, you heavy duty machinery.”

“What is the meaning of this?” Heather snapped, “Why would you want to have fun with me? I mean, I enjoy your erotic movement towards me, but having your boyfriend fuck me is where I draw the line! You know that I am not into boys! It’s ALL in my circuits.”

“Oh, I just want to release it,” Alison said.

“Release what?”

Alison took off Heather’s upper clothes, leaving her bare skin. She fondled at her breasts and placed her hand in her crotch.

“Some sexual tensions I had, since Ray made a promise to me: Stay pure, until we’re married.”

“Oh… You’re saving yourself for a guy. A little late for that, Alison Hopkins?”

“No. Never to a guy… Ah!”

She rubbed Heather’s hand into her own pussy.

“I just want to have fun with him. But he isn’t ready yet…” she cried in arousal, “I’ve been dating him for eighteen months now. I thought I’d do it now.”

She continued to rub, as Heather got up and took off her clothes. She landed her naked body on Alison and clamped her hip tightly. They exchanged a kiss towards each other, as they continued to fondle at each other.

“Oh, Heather, fuck me rotten. I want to be a dirty girl,” Alison pleaded.

Heather replied, “Bitch… I’ll make you rotten!”

She dropped Alison onto the couch and grinded her synthetic skin up and down her crotch. Alison started to cry out in pain, as she enjoyed it.

“More… more… ahh… more… do it…”

Heather landed her face on her breasts and licked her left breast, while clamping the right breast. Alison clamped her butt and let out a moan. Heather continued to rub her crotch onto hers, as she licked her nipple.

“Oh, Hopkins,” Heather said, “You will me make the happiest fembot in the world.”

“Huh? Me make?” Alison asked.

She got up, no longer aroused, and held her up.

“You okay, Heather?” She asked, “Did anything happen to you?”

“I don’t know, Alison,” Heather answered, “I feel like am I wrong working…”

“WHAT?!” Alison cried, “It’s I am working wrong! God, stupid fuck machine!”

“Error… Error… Speech program overloading…”

“Oh, no!” She screamed.

Alison turned her off and began to examine her. She hooked her up in a laptop and checked her encrypted programming. She was surprised to hear what it said:

Warning! Gynoid S81772827 malfunctioning! Sexual data corrupted!

“Crap! And just when things were going good!” Alison whined, “Oh, well. At least I’ll fix her up for Ray. Her speech program must’ve had a few glitches in her. I think that man-droid did it, during the test run.”

She pulled out a toolbox from under the couch and prepared to operate on her. She opened her abdomen panel and looked at her circuitry, including a small tank full of thick white fluid.

“Farra must’ve built her wrong,” she said, “It’s a good thing I studied robotics at Washington State. I’ll have her fixed up in no time. If not, I can always work at a body shop.”

The next morning, Alison slept right beside a naked Heather. She got up and picked her up. She used her laptop and checked her systems:

Systems working…

Vaginal function: 75%…

Fluid Capacity: 90%…

Sex Mode operational…

Body state: 95% at hip and upper body; rest at 100%

Energy level: At the red; unit must recharge…

“I think she’ll be okay, before I can invite Ray,” she said, “All we need is the right scenario for her.”

She held up a bottle of wine and a basket of rose petals. She placed them on the end table. She plugged Heather in and went to the bathroom again, to take a shower. Heather suddenly opened her eyes and glowed red. She turned her head towards the bathroom door and spoke quietly:

“Unit H074460191… I recognize her sex patterns…”

She turned her head back and clicked her eyes closed:

“Battery recharging… shutdown commence…”

The following evening, the doorbell rang. Alison, dressed in a black evening gown, ran to the door. “Who is it?” She asked.

“It’s Mia!” A woman cried, “Open the damn door!”

She opened the door and saw Mia, with an angry look.

“Alison Hopkins, what are you doing with L-Series Heather???” She cried out.

“Nothing, Mia,” she pleaded, “I was waiting for my boyfriend to come and fuck her!”

“WHAT?”

“I’m not disobeying a direct order from Mrs. Gaynes!”

“Oh… because I came back to the lab and wanted to pick up Steven, our broken-down android, when I read your report. I know what you’re doing is right, but… but stealing a prototype gynoid for carnal pleasures is wrong.”

“No! I’m still using her for the experiment. All goes according to plan. I even removed her killing instincts, just so she won’t get jealous.”

Mia huffed, “Bullshit! You wanted to fuck her, just to let out your sexual prowess.”

Alison blushed, “Guilty… but I am using the experiment here, and not at the lab.”

Mia then stepped in and called out, “I’m joining you! If what you’re saying is true…”

“I’m serious! I am not getting fired again!” Alison cried.

Mia and Alison stepped in Alison’s room, with a bottle of wine on a small coffee table, and Heather, with a small white bra and panties, in a sultry pose, frozen and turned off. The entire room was fluttered in rose petals.

“Oh… I see what you mean,” Mia said, feeling a bit flushed.

Alison said nothing; she placed her hand on her crotch and rubbed it again, knowing she set it up for Ray… and because of her inner urges.

Mia smacked her on the backside of her head and shouted, “SICK! Stop playing with yourself!”

DING-DONG!

“It’s Ray!” Alison cried out.

“You answer the door. I’ll activate Heather,” Mia declared.

Alison rushed to the door, as Mia approached Heather. She turned her on and then whispered in her ear, “Remember, this is a test to see if you can have relations with Alison’s boyfriend and other men. Do not, repeat, DO NOT obtain and/or perform your primary functions. Got it?”

Heather said in a robotic voice, “Yes, Miss Yuzaki…”

Alison let Ray in. He was a young man with brown hair, wearing jeans and a white business shirt. “I’m so glad you could make it,” she said nervously, “I wanted to show you something.”

Ray replied, “What is it? I suppose I should check it out.”

Alison said, “You’ll see.”

They entered her bedroom and saw Heather on Alison’s bedside, in a sultry pose. Mia was hiding in the bathroom, watching the actions. Ray was surprised.

“Who’s she?” Ray asked.

Heather responded, “Hey, babe. How about some fun?”

Alison smiled, “This here is Heather. She’ll be your test subject for the PRGP.”

“Huh? PRGP?”

“Perfect Robo-Girl Project. She’s an L-series robot; a lesbian-type.”

“Wait… that’s a robot?”

Heather got up and approached Ray and grabbed his shirt.

“I prefer the term Sexbot. Come on! Let’s fuck!” She spoke.

She threw Ray on the rose petal-covered bed. She went down on her knees, by Ray’s thighs, and licked her tongue around her lips. Mia signaled Alison to come in the bathroom.

Mia whispered, “Don’t worry. It’s in good hands.”

Alison smiled, “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”

They hid behind the door, as Heather began to remove Ray’s shirt and rub his well-toned chest and abdomen. She bowed down and kissed him on the lips. Ray was being nervous, since a robot is fucking him.

“Uh, Heather, right? Is this necessary?” He asked.

Heather responded, “This is all in my programming. Except it’s not my duty to it to you male people. Alison made me test my new stuff on you.”

She caressed his brown hair, unhitched her bra, and rubbed her chest onto his body. She unzipped Ray’s pants and took them off for him.

“Hey… HEY! I’m saving myself for marriage!” He screamed.

Heather snickered, “Alison liked it. She fucked me very much. I am beginning to like your…” She grabbed his dick with her left hand and grinned.

“JACKPOT!!!” She cried, “Time to use it in me.”

She removed her panties and jabbed his erect dick into pussy. She began to pump up and down, while Ray started groan in arousal.

“Heather… please… stop… Alison! ALISON!!!” He screamed.

He then cried out, “STOP IT!”

Heather is enjoying her fun, but it almost felt like Ray was being raped. Mia and Alison watched on, from behind, and were very impressed.

“Oh, Ray,” Alison whispered, “I’m sorry I’d put you through this.”

Mia then informed, “I’m beginning to think that Heather is doing this, on purpose.”

Alison sighed, “I know. I know she’s NOT compatible for men, but with her vaginal function at 75%, she’ll become a sex machine!”

“Seventy-five percent???” Mia gasped.

Alison asked, in a confused look, “Is that bad?”

Mia responded, “WAY bad… her vaginal function should be at 80% or higher. If at below eighty, her pussy would just malfunction; once it does, she’ll explode.”

“EXPLODE?!” Alison gasped.

Outside, she heard Ray screaming, as Heather continued to hump up and down, with Ray’s dick lodged inside her. She started shake and smoke.

“Oh! AH! Oh! More! Ahh! Error! Error! Sexual overload… imminent shutdown…”

Alison burst open the door and tried to reach Heather, but she was too late…

“Error! System error! Overheating! OVERLOAD! OVERLOAD! Sexual OVERLOAD-D-D-D-D!!!”

“What’s happening???” Ray cried.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” Alison shrieked.

Heather exploded… from her crotch. She emitted a whole batch full of thick white substance, all over Ray’s frontal hip. Heather tilted backwards and started to smoke from her mouth.

“Climax complete… Error… Sexual overload… fluid capacity empty… refill immediately…”

Alison was shocked, as Mia laughed out loud.

“Aw, you stupid girl!” She jeered, “You fell for it!”

Alison cried, “YOU SAID SHE’D EXPLODE!!!”

“From her pussy!” Mia laughed, “You’re so gullible. These perfect sexbots cannot blow up! What do you think we put in them: explosives?”

"DON'T scare me like that!" Alison shouted.

Heather rebooted herself and gave Ray a wet tongue kiss, while fondling his dick and sack. Ray caved in and made out with the robot. His dick emitted just a bit of goo into her. It filled her small tank vaguely.

“Fluid capacity increased at 10%... working operational at a minimum…”

“How do you like that?” Mia chortled, “Your boyfriend has saved her.”

He stopped kissing Heather and said, “Please turn off now. I need to speak with Alison, alone.”

“Yes, Ray…” she said.

She collapsed on Ray and is shut down. He moved her aside and approached Alison, how was nervous.

“This isn’t like you, Ali,” he asked, “I know you wanted me to volunteer to test your sex doll, but… you didn’t have to. You’re not like yourself.”

Alison nervously shook. She started to speak, but started to stutter.

“Well… it’s I, uh, I…” she said, “I was… I was… I…”

She started to spark and shake around.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…”

Alison started to malfunction. She’s really a robot, as well. She bent down, with her arms flailing.

“Oh, crap,” Mia gasped, as she deactivated her, “She broke down and started to glitch again.”

“Alison? Is she… a robot, too?” Ray asked.

Mia said nothing. She looked away and began to repair her.

“Answer me!” Ray cried.

She opened her back panel and fixed her wiring, which was fried.

“Don’t worry.” She said, “Alison may be a fetish for robots, but she’s not stupid.”

“HUH?” Ray asked, “She didn’t know she was a robot?”

“It was a request from her; she wanted me to build a double of her, just in case she wants to be horny.”

“When did it occur?”

“It was last night, after we were ordered for a test on Monday. Farra approved it, while the real Alison had to go on a break at the beach. She wanted to rest her brain for the forthcoming.”

“So, she’s like the real Alison?”

“Yeah… she used to be Perfect Girl #H074460191, modeled after Alison Hopkins herself. But she was considered too horny, so she was recalled and rejected.”

Ray was puzzled, but was convinced. Mia finished up repairing the Alison double.

“Uh, may I ask this girl to fuck me now?” He asked, “Since she’s gone, I think I should avoid the pact we made.”

“Why not? For some who plays with herself, she can be very daring. Besides, she doesn’t know that she’s a robot, and neither does Heather. She’s a sleeper,” Mia sighed, “Tough, though; and here I thought she was gonna get fired. Let alone send a robot to do a human’s job.”

“So, when’s Alison coming back?” He asked.

“She’ll be back around tomorrow,” Mia said, “She’s just too overloaded in the brain with studies. She graduated at 17, after her third year in high school; went to Washington State and studied robotics. All she did was study. And then one day, she met you, and suddenly felt like a horny schoolgirl; I mean she masturbates, just like her!”

“I’ll tell her that I’m ready. She deserves it,” Ray remarked.

Alison bent up and looked at Ray. She blushed and took off her evening gown. She was completely nude, with just her black panties.

“I want you, Ray,” she said, “I love you. Fuck that silly promise.”

Ray smiled and said, “I’ll make it up to you.”

They began to kiss, while Alison removed his shirt and pants. They began to make out and have sex. Mia, who adverted her eyes away from the sex, grabbed a naked Heather and carried her away.

“Don’t worry,” Mia said to Ray, “I’ll take Heather back to the lab. Also, never tell Alison about this, or this Alison; by the way, bring her back here, first thing in the morning, turned off. If not, we can always change her name.”

She left, as she shut the door. Alison stopped and asked, “What was she talking about?”

Ray said, “Nothing. Mia is taking Heather back; nothing more.”

Alison giggled, “Good. That’s fine by me.”

She stood up and clamped at his dick.

“Shall I suck you dry?” She asked.

“Okay, but be careful,” he said, “I’m still a bit tender.”

Alison, the robot double, began to BJ her ‘boyfriend’. She finished and turned around. Ray jabbed his erect and damp cock into her butt. He started humping her, Alison, on all-fours, couldn't stop giggling and pleading.

"Ah! Yes! AH!" She cried out, "OH! Ahh! Fuck! Yes... I'm cumming... Yes! I'm cumming! Fuck me harder! Yes! OH! Ah, fuck! I'm cum--, cum--. cumming... Yes! YES! YES! YES!!! Yes... I'm cu--."

She dropped down, face-first, all motionless. She was smoking lightly from her back. Ray lifted her up in a kneeled position. Her head was tilted up, with her eyes open and her mouth wide open.

"Ah, fuck," he sighed, holding his erect dick, about to leak out, "She must've had too much love."

He squeezed his dick, leaking out his white goo. He then hung it over her mouth, squirting it inside, dropping a small amount into her.

"Maybe she'll have something that's a part of me, before she returns to the lab."

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, as the Alison robot was frozen in place, after being overheated.

Outside, she drove in her car, with Heather sitting beside her. She called on her cell phone.

“Hey, Alison,” she called, “I’m bringing Heather back. You’ll see Ray real soon. He’s busy with ‘you’, so to speak.”

The real Alison, via the phone, replied to her, “Okay. I’m glad you and I agreed to make this right. I just cannot keep this urge any longer.”

“Great, see you tomorrow,” Mia hung up.

==Part 7==
That night, while Mia was driving Heather back to the lab, the Farra robot arrived from Percival’s room, and was completely nude. She approached Farra, who was sleeping, sitting up. She sat by her and fondled at her body. She kissed and licked her face and started to feel aroused.

“Sorry about earlier,” she said to an out cold Farra, “I guess maybe you did know about yourself.” She removed her navy blue bra and looked at her.

“You’ll be all right… my sex pal…”

It happened earlier that morning, while Alison took care of Heather at her house. Farra robot was being riled up. Percival was in bed with her, sticking his dick inside her pussy and humping up and down. Robot Farra started to cry out and become aroused.

“More… OH! Ah! Oh! More! Yes!” She pleaded.

“Keep going, you say?” Percival called out.

He continued, as the gynoid clamped his butt.

Meanwhile, outside the bedroom door, Farra was drinking a can of beer, waiting for the sex to end.

“Seems Percival is enjoying his new wife robot,” she sighed, “This is only for testing. I cannot wait to fuck him again.”

The robot climaxed, Percival let out a groan, and Farra took a sip of beer. She stepped in the bedroom and saw Percival in bed, exhausted, while the robot started to smoke a bit.

“System climaxed… shutdown… imminennnnn…”

She clicked her eyes closed and was powered down. Percival took a cigarette and smoked. Farra then carried the gynoid away, taking it to her basement.

“Hey, darling,” he called, “Don’t be too long. I need more of her forbidden functions of kama sutra.”

Farra smiled, “Oh, sure. I need to do one more thing first. Then afterwards, we need to talk about the Steven robot we’re dismantling.”

“Yeesh. Don’t remind me…”

Farra left, as Percival fell asleep. Today was his day off from work; which, of course it is a Sunday.

At the basement, Farra reactivated her and began to move robotically. She was acting like her robot self from before.

“Hello… my mistress…” she spoke, “Care for another round?”

Farra was dressed in her blue underwear and started to pop and lock towards her gynoid double. She walked and talked like a robot, just like before.

“My darling…” Farra said, “Fuck me.”

“I never asked for your name, sexy robot woman,” she asked, “You do remind me of someone.”

“My name is Farra. I am a humanoid prototype machine. I am simply like a human, but I am robotic.” The robot smiled and licked her lips, “What a coincidence… my name is Farra, too. Shall we begin?”

Farra approached her double and began to fuck her. The robot clamped her butt, as Farra grinded and swivel her crotch onto the robot’s synthetic pussy. The robot was completely aroused, while Farra was completely moaning in pain. But then, as she took off her bra, the robot grabbed her right hand and tried to place it in her crotch. Farra was shocked, but she was very aroused, since the gynoid dug her fingers into her pussy. However, she suddenly felt uneasy.

“Farra,” she asked, “What are you doing?”

The Farra robot cried out, “I want your robotic love! Dig into me and play with--, play with--, play wit--, play wi--, play--.”

She started to malfunction, while Farra’s hand was inside her pussy. She pulled it out and tried to calm her down. But then…

“YAH! My wedding band!” She cried.

It turns out that her wedding band in her right hand was inside her robot, when it was dug in.

“Farra! Calm down! What did you do to my ring?” She asked her.

The robot did nothing. She shook, spark, and smoke.

“Error! Foreign object located… removal at once… removal… at once… Error! Malfunction!”

“Farra, you… you remind… me of…” she said to Farra, while smoking from her head.

“No! Farra, don’t do it!” She shrieked.

She then wound down, “Error… Error… remooooo…”

Her breasts suddenly open and became erect. Her lips were curled, his eyes were blank, and her pussy was emitting a small white substance. She let out a faint beep, as Farra was upset.

“Oh, no,” she whimpered, “I was only having fun, and she suddenly broke down. That is the last time I become Android Farra.”

She laid her down and opened her frontal hip panel. She found that her pipe in her pussy that let the thick white goo out was clogged, with Farra’s ring. She pulled it out with tweezers; and then…

SPLOOSH!!!

All of Farra robot’s white stuff splattered all over Farra. She started to shake and feel damp.

“EW!!!” She shrieked.

She held her up and was angry at her. She smacked her in the face and cried out, “YOU GODDAMN ROBOT! How dare you?”

She was extremely pissed, knowing that she shut down, over a clog in her hip. Farra then looked at herself and began to wash herself off. After she finished, she refilled Farra robot’s container of white juice. She then removed her battery power and placed it on the table.

“I’ll deal with this problem later,” Farra sighed, “I’m too pissed off over being soaked in white fluid. For now, you're grounded, you uncalled for, white splattering, fuckbot-head!”

She slammed the door. She went upstairs and left the basement. The robot was stood in place, frozen and motionless. Some white stuff dripped slowly from her crotch, as she was completely broken.

Up at living room, they began to show the schematics for Steven robot. Percival suggested a bigger dick, about twenty inches long.

“No, that would be tough for the woman,” she said, “I tried it out on the Farra prototype and the Mary Lynne prototype; and it turns out that it can damage your mouth, going in too deep.”

“Aw, come on!” He cried, “Only you know how to build him. Besides, I helped created Farra, your first robot.”

She rubbed her hair, still with a little white goo in it and groaned, “I refuse to have a giant dick.”

“Oh, please, darling? We’ll try for 18.”

“NO! The length is nine inches.”

“How about twenty?”

“Twelve!”

“Fourteen!”

“Sixteen!”

“Nineteen!”

“Ten!”

“Done!”

“Ten inches, it is,” Farra said, as she drew the dick outline and added ten inches to his prototype in a blueprint. Farra was happy to draw it, as Percival grew concerned.

“You don’t feel well,” he asked, “You’re not yourself. You should be cheery. Something wrong?”

Farra griped, “That robot snagged my ring into her hip. And when I repaired her, she spewed all over me with her woman goo.”

Percival asked, “Why so riled up?”

Farra sighed, “It’s just that she made me full of disgusting fluid. I can’t believe she did that… while I was fucking her.”

Percival smiled and hugged her, “It’s okay. It’s just a faulty wiring in her.”

“Thank you, my darling…” she whispered.

The following afternoon, Percival went to the bar for a drink. Farra went downstairs and rebuilt the gynoid. She opened her eyes and was sad.

“Mommy… how could you fool me like that?” She asked.

Farra gasped, “How did you--?”

“Your wedding ring. I knew you weren’t a prototype robot. You’re just her… uh, you. And here I thought you were a sleeper unit.”

Farra shook her head and smiled, “Sorry. I just had some sexual urges in me. Don’t worry. If I do it again, I’ll let you know.”

“Oh, good,” she said, as she held up a ring.

She lodged it into her pussy and smiled.

“Now, we’re even,” she giggled.

But then, Farra started to twitch around. The robot removed the ring and apologized. Farra winked and said, “Just kidding!”

They both laughed, as Farra held her tight.

“How about we have a little fun, tonight at 11pm?” She asked.

“It’s a date…” the gynoid responded.

That night, the robot took off a sleeping Farra’s navy blue bra and began to fondle her.

“Oh, you’re so soft, Farra robot,” she whispered as she started to move around.

“Did you remove your ring?” She asked.

“I did… now let’s fuck.”

They started to make out with each other, as the robot clamped her hip. Farra kissed and licked her erect nipples and made her double laugh. She was ticklish. She held Farra’s head and tongue kissed her in the mouth.

“Kiss me, Farra,” she said, as they locked lips.

Farra dropped her down on the mattress and started to spread he legs out. She landed on her, crotch-to-crotch, and began to hump around. Farra started to sweat and groan, while the robot Farra was feeling hot.

“Overheating… System overheating… sexual overload… Overload! Overload! OVERLOAD!”

Her voice went higher, as she started to smoke.

“YES! Do it, you bitch!” She cried, as she continued.

Farra flopped down, as the robot, still overheating, went into Farra’s pussy. She bent down and stuck her tongue into her pussy, licking around it. Farra continued to pant and moan, while the gynoid continued to lick.

“YES! AHH! AHH! AHH!! AHHH!!! AHHH!!! FUCK!!! AHH, YES!!! AHHH!!!!!”

She let out a high-pitched scream and cried out, “OH! NO!!! AHH! OH! AHH!!!”

Her pussy spewed white stuff into her face and mouth. It dampened all over her face, cooling her off. Farra then collapsed on the floor, feeling climaxed. But she started to smoke, as well. Her breasts, all erect, split open into a small slit, letting out a massive cloud of smoke. The robot Farra was still on the couch, as she looked at her mother, who is obviously a robot like her.

“Mommy…” she gasped, “She’s a… she’s a…”

Farra started to warble, with her eyes crossed, “F…ck me… h…e fu… ith… me, y… nas… rl… F… me…uck me… darrrrr…”

The robot held her up and gyrate her breasts around, causing her creator to shut down.

Her eyes were straightened, and she spoke in a robot voice:

“System process deleted… memory deleted… resume normal human functions… Fatal error prevented… File code X719 activated… I am Farra Stevens… I am a human… I am not a robot… I am… I am… I am…”

“HUH? Mother is a…” she cringed.

Her eyes turned blue, and then black. She spoke in a deep robot voice:

“Memory deletion complete… rebooting function… please turn off Farra… by pressing her left nipple…”

She deactivated her and she closed her eyes.

“Thank you,” she spoke, “Sleep Mode activate...”

She collapsed and was sleeping. She woke up a couple minutes later, as the Farra robot shook in fear.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???” She cried.

Farra woke up and asked, “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you were up. Did you enjoy my husband?” The gynoid shook and smoked.

“Fatal error! Danger! Warning! Shutdown… Shut… doooooow…”

She collapsed, as she was broken down. Her body started to smoke continuously.

“NO! Wake up!” She cried, “Was it something I said?”

She carried her up, trying to fix her. How will the gynoid explain that the woman who created her is a robot? She didn’t.

The next morning, she got up and was dressed for work. She activated her robot and ordered her to be on standby. Of course, she didn’t remember about the sleeper Farra, since her entire day she recorded crashed. She was laid in bed, face-down, with her butt sticking out.

“Stand-by…” She said, as her eyes blinked green.

“Okay, see you later tonight,” Farra smiled, as she shut the door.

The robot Farra, completely catatonic, started to beep slowly.

As she went down stairs, she said to herself, “Today’s the day… we find out if Heather is worthy of being spared.”

When she arrived at work, she was in for a big surprise…

==Part 8==
At the lab, Alison was finishing up with the Alison robot double, disassembling her power module. Mia placed Heather, who was dressed in a green and sliver one-piece swimsuit. Her hair was brushed back and made into a small ponytail.

“She’s almost ready,” Mia said, “Now we wait for Farra to come.”

Alison nodded and replied, “What a weekend this has been. Ray told me that she broke down, because his spooge got into him. It was nice of him to fuck her. I cannot wait for our wedding soon.”

Mia then whispered, “Well, let's make sure we have everything set for the test. And NO playing around with your pussy, thank you very much…”

Farra arrived, a little tired and flustered, “Sorry I’m late. I had to repair Farra, since she made out with me.”

“That’s just like you; fucking with perfection,” Mia sighed, as she disconnected Heather’s right breast.

“What happened to you?” Alison asked.

Farra explained, “I… I don’t know… all I remember is that she made out with me, while I was sleeping. Next thing I know, WHAM! I fell down and had an orgasm. Also, I banged my head on the floor. I was out for a while. When I woke up, I saw Farra, all terrified. She shorted out, before she could answer. I tried to reason with her, but when I fixed her sudden crash, she said I can’t help it. I love you, mother. That’s all I know. I think we need to upgrade her memory tracks.”

Alison nodded and replied, “Well, you had a tough night. I was busy having fun at the beach. That’s why I took the liberty of dismantling my double.”

Mia added, as she reattached Heather’s breasts, “Her robot fucked Ray. I told him all about it, but he didn’t mind. The double was clogged with his man-goo. at least he fed her, before she returned. Such a fuckdoll.”

Farra shook her head and sighed, “Well, I guess we can use our own Perfect Robo-Girls to replace us on occasions.”

Mia snapped, “You guys never created a Mia robot for my husband and daughter!” Alison nodded, “She’s right.”

Farra then said, “Okay. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s continue the research on Heather.”

She reactivated Heather. She opened her eyes and suddenly looked upset.

“Mommy?” She asked, “What happened?”

“Shut it, you trampy android! This is your last chance!” Farra shouted, “We are testing you to see if you match up your L-Series mode.”

“Really?” Heather asked, while feeling scared, “What will you do?”

Farra responded, “We’ll give you Steven. He’s been upgraded, and we want you to make out with him. You’ll be a BI-sexual robot.”

Heather grinned, “Oh? I thought it was better, since I fucked Ray.”

Farra yelled, “Get going, you shithead!”

“How can I? You three bitches deactivated my legs!” Heather cried.

Mia smacked her head and groaned, “Of course! THAT’S what I forgot to do? Okay. It’ll be a minute.”

Alison and Farra left the lab, as Mia began to make repairs.

“So, we’re you trying to make out with me?” Heather asked.

“No. I accidently ruined your legs, when we stepped out,” Mia explained.

As she was repairing her, Heather saw Alison, a robot look-alike, on display, with her battery removed from her waist.

“Is that who I think it is?” She gasped, “Is Alison a…?”

“Yes and no,” Mia replied, as she opened Heather’s left thigh, “She’s a double for Alison that she used, last night, while she was at the beach for the weekend.”

“Oh. No wonder. And here I thought that Alison Hopkins is an android.”

“No. But she walks and talks like her. Plus she’s a chronic masturbator.”

“No duh.”

Mia finished up her legs, as Heather felt movement.

“Oh, how wonderful,” she said, “Now I can have a little fun.”

Mia then locked the door and said, “I’ll be supervising on this maneuver. I shall present Steven to you, in which you will be tested. But first, I need to know you more.”

Heather winked at Mia and licked her lips, “No need for that boring rundown relic. I’m going to cheat on your marriage, Mia Yuzaki.”

Mia cringed, “HUH? But this isn’t how it would go?”

Heather got up and approached her, taking off her one-piece. She approached Mia and was feeling horny.

“Mia… kiss me…” She whispered.

Mia kissed her, without restraint. For some reason, Mia was being ordered by her. How?

“Oh, goodness…” Mia whispered, “I never knew you were so soft.”

Mia suddenly felt light-headed. She held Heather tight and continued to make out with her. She rubbed her hip and back upward, feeling a bit uneasy. Mia felt upset.

“WAIT! I’m not a lesbian!” Mia cried, as they fell to the floor.

“Mia! THIS is more than lesbian actions! This is my lust for you!” Heather shouted, as she unzipped her skirt.

She removed her white lab coat and tossed it away. She dug inside her shirt and felt her tiny breasts.

“You’re somewhat of an A-cup, are you?” She asked.

“I’m a B-cup, actually. I’m expanding to C in years.” Mia said.

Heather giggled as she was about to kiss and rape Mia. However, Mia suddenly started to shake in fear. She shoved Heather off and was very uncomfortable.

“You… you’re trying to reenact that rape moment!” She shouted, “You stupid fembot! I have a daughter! How would she feel if I had been raped by you?”

She blushed and was very hot and bothered. She went closer to her and kissed her on the lips.

“Of course, I don’t need to be raped. You should’ve asked me…” she giggled.

She took off her clothes and held Heather by her shoulders. They began to kiss and caress each other.

Outside, Farra was worried about Heather.

“Ali, do you think this would be right?” She asked, “Heather is evil and unstable.”

Alison then smiled, “Yeah, you’re right. Heather may be a stuck-up bitch robot, but she’s still a machine.”

Farra pulled out a cigarette and gave one to Alison. She lit it and smoked it. They both smoked together, as Alison spoke.

“So, I heard that you had a robot fuck your boyfriend,” Farra said.

“Yeah, but I don’t care,” she said, “Ray promised me to make out with him; but after we have our wedding next week.”

“Oh, it’s all set?”

“You bet!!”

“So, Heather was there. She didn’t realize it was you, and not a robot?”

“Ray deactivated her, after his fun. Mia said that she shorted out, after being asked that she was not like her.”

“Oh. Almost a paradox. Life can be so cruel.”

Alison then said, “Well, I’m surprised that you, Farra, and your husband are having fun. How is Farra-bot, by the way?”

“After what she did last night, she’d become very glitchy. I’m thinking of returning her to the lab, before she’d break down.”

Alison nodded and requested, “Maybe I could play with her to see what the problem is.”

“I suppose you should come over and fix her,” Farra said, “Mia and I will mind Heather. I’ll give my husband a call, to let you know.”

Alison smiled, as Farra added, “But I’ll give Ray my message about you. This is my bachelorette party gift to you.”

She blushed, as Farra left, walking in a tired look.

“You okay, Farra? You want me to examine you? Farra robot seemed to be damaging you.”

“EW! No!”

Alison walked back with Farra.

The following afternoon, Alison knocked at Percival’s home. He opened the door and saw her.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” He asked.

She introduced herself, “Good day, sir. My name is Alison Hopkins. I have an appointment with your wife’s perfect robot.”

“Oh, you’re Farra’s friend,” he said, “Come on in.”

She entered the house and sat on the couch. She then asked if she could examine Farra. Percival agreed, but he wants to know the reason.

“Well, last night, your wife suddenly felt tiring, after she was fucked in the pussy with the robot’s tongue. I figured that it might be a glitch, after she finished.”

“Oh, so I see…” Percival stated, “Well, she’s in the bedroom. I’m going to going back to work in a bit. Feel free to play with her, if you like.”

“Oh… okay…” Alison blushed.

Percival left as Alison entered the bedroom, with the Farra robot on all fours, on her bed. Alison opened her back panel and examined her. The Farra robot collapsed on the bed. Alison connected a laptop in her and examined her vision.

“Let’s see… something must’ve made her act weird, last night,” she thought, “Maybe she recorded everything that happened.”

She looked at her entire systems and found the problem: her hip was acting extremely weird.

“A few of her hydraulics in her pussy and butt may be the problem. I need to check her status, before she can be repaired.”

She looked at her system and suddenly saw it said about her body. A text in red showed:

Imminent error in fembot… After nightly pleasure, Farra malfunctioned, losing everything she’d encountered that night…

“Oh? I wonder why...” She thought.

She then typed in the encryption and found what could be the problem. She hit the ENTER key, and Farra got up, glowing red eyes.

“System recalibrating… begin normal procedure… systems working at 50%...” She said.

“Fifty percent?” She cried, “I better ask her what she did?”

Farra robot turned to Alison. Alison asked, “Excuse me, but what did you see last night?”

Farra responded, "Insufficient data… insufficient data…”

“Did you do something to your mother, last night, in a carnal way?”

“Insufficient data…”

“Geez! Okay, maybe you should tell me what you saw!”

“Insufficient data… insufficient da--; WARNING! Battery power fading at 40%! File #Y851 damaged!”

Alison turned her off and began to hack into her memory banks.

“Maybe I’ll find the answers I’m looking for.” She said.

She hacked into the systems and found something disturbing. She found the visual file of her and Farra, making out, from the other night. The video showed Farra fucking her robot, and shutting down, landing on the robot version of her. The video also showed that it was all an act by her. “Huh? How did she learn to act that way?” She thought.

“Mother is not a pleasure unit,” Farra robot spoke, “Mother is a pleasure unit… she is… or she isn’t… what is she?”

“You know?” Alison asked.

Farra took off her black bra and held Alison, rubbing her bosom onto her chest.

“NO! Stop!” Alison cried, “I beg of you!”

Robot Farra then kissed Alison. She dropped her computer and suddenly felt stimulated. She took off her clothes and began to have sex under the covers.

“Oh, well,” she thought, “We’ll learn about this later… I hope.”

Later, at the lab, Mia & Heather were lying down on the floor, with a long thick blanket over them. “You are such an animal, Miss Mia Yuzaki,” Heather panted, “I never knew that you’d be so dirty and evil.”

“You’re the evil one,” she said, “You know, I did had sex, when I was 16, with my later-husband; but that was long ago. I know how to have fun in the bed, but he did get me pregnant when I was in my Senior Year.”

“Oh? You must’ve learned that, when you were in high school. How did his dick tasted?”

Mia got up in anger, covering her breasts with the blanket, “EW! Why would you know that? I’d never give you… my husband’s…”

She stammered and groaned, “He was like a huge hot dog.”

Heather was stimulated in the red, “Oh, hot stuff. You turn me on, baby.”

They both continued to make out, as Mia clamped her butt tight, without restraint. Heather grabbed her waist and gyrated around her hip. But as she was about to hold her head, Farra opened the door, seeing Mia and Heather having sex.

“MIA!!!” She screamed.

Mia gasped. And then… she inadvertently hit Heather, decapitating her. Her head rolled to the floor, towards Farra’s feet.

“Mommy…” Heather said in a distorted voice, “I… I think I… feeeeeeel… dirrrrrrr…”

Her eyes clicked closed, as Mia stammered. She picked up her clothes and was nervously putting them on.

“Mia… what is the meaning of this?” Farra asked, tapping her foot.

“It’s not what you think!” Mia cried, “Some chronic masturbator forgot to bypass her circuits and disable her lesbian mode!”

“No, I understand,” she said, “It’s obvious that she wanted to have one last fling, before we use Steven on her.”

She picked up her head and reattached it to her naked body. Mia then asked, “I know that this is sudden, but please don’t tell my husband or Alison about this.”

“Are you kidding me? Trust me, I won’t.” Farra smiled.

“You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah. But I’ll have to tell my husband about your sud--.”

But then, Heather clamped onto her breasts. Farra suddenly felt shocked.

“Heather, what are you doing???” She shrieked.

Heather fondled her breasts and began to rub them around, with the left breast clockwise and the right breast counter-clockwise.

“No… Heath… Heather… Mmm… stop… please…” Farra weakly pleaded.

“Hey, there, baby,” Heather said seductively.

“Farra, I’ll save you!” Mia cried.

But she was too late. Farra, after being extremely aroused, suddenly stood in place, dropping her arms down. She collapsed like a rag doll. Mia ran over and cradled Farra, who was out cold. Heather woke up and saw her creator out cold.

“Mommy?” She gasped, “Mommy???”

Mia shouted, “What did you do to her?”

“I’m… I’m sorry!” She whimpered, “I didn’t know she’d collapsed, because I played with her.” Mia then saw Farra’s eyes, which were blank and black.

“Huh?” She thought, “What the hell is this?”

Heather asked, “What is it?”

Farra suddenly woke up, speaking in a robotic voice.

“System process deleted… memory deleted… resuming normal functions…”

Heather suddenly gasped, “NO! NO!!! WHAT IS THIS???”

Mia then thought, “It’s no wonder…”

At Farra’s house, Alison, after finishing her fun with Farra robot, suddenly saw her eyes glow blue. She examined her, by checking her laptop. However, the screen on the monitor showed Farra and her robot, making out from last night.

“File recovered…”

Alison then saw what transpired: Farra was a robot at the time.

“This… this doesn’t make any sense! Does this mean that this Farra, back at the lab, is really an android?” She thought, “This… this is horrible!”

But as she was about to ask the Farra robot, she suddenly shook her head violently. Her head began to spin and suddenly shot off her body. Her head rolled onto the floor, while Alison was scared.

“NO!” She screamed, “Farra! NO!”

She was frightened, as Percival returned home, to see Alison frightened.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, “What happened to Farra?”

Alison got up and scowled at him.

“What?” He retorted.

“We need to talk!” Alison stated.

==Part Final==
“What is this?” Heather cried, “She’s… a robot???”

Mia pressed Farra’s left nipple, completely deactivating her, resuming her normal functions as a human.

“I think Percival told me about it.” Mia explained, “That is your mom, or creator, but she’s also a Perfect Robo-Girl, designed to replace her.”

“Huh? You mean…”

Percival explained to Alison, as she attached Farra’s head back on.

“Miss Hopkins, I know I wanted to keep this a secret, but I think you should know by now,” he said, “The other Farra that you met is actually Perfect Robo-Girl #1. She was my original creation, replacing my wife, who died of a car crash.”

“Oh! I didn’t know,” Alison gasped, “You made her into a spitting image of your deceased wife?”

“Well, she wasn’t just for sex. She used to have black hair, blue eyes, and a hot body with 40D breasts. Farra and I created her to have fun. However, when she died, it never happened. I thought that she’d stay with me. Sadly, I was devastated.”

Mia then picked her up and placed her in a seated position. She continued to what Percival said, “Mister Gaynes couldn’t stand losing his wife. So, he remodeled this robot to look like her. I’m surprised she told me so, when I checked her out.”

“How did it happen?” Heather asked.

“Well, remember that she can be rebooted with her left nipple?”

“Yeah?”

“Her right nipple activates her sexual program.”

“OH! I… I cannot believe it… Mommy… she was a robot like me?”

Mia then hugged her and said, “I know it looks bad, but you cannot break down.”

Heather snapped, “I’m not. I knew about it, in her wave patterns, but I was confused. Was she either a robot or a clone of Mommy? So, I thought maybe I’d figure it out eventually, but unfortunately, I lost my memories of this.”

Mia then said, “I see… Farra must’ve wiped you clean.”

Alison asked, “So, what did Mia do to your wife?”

Percival explained, “Mia was the first to try out Farra, who was simply a robot. However, when she started to press her left nipple, she suddenly malfunctioned. Of course, the only way she learned how to reboot he is to fondle her breasts around, in a correct pattern.”

Alison asked, “Like what?”

“Well, her left breast would be spun clockwise, while the right would be counter-clockwise; both at the same time.”

“Oh… that’s a very weird way to reboot a woman… for your dead wife, so to speak.”

“No. This method would work either way, which is why I never use that fondling move, unless she is pressed on her right nipple. I don’t want a fembot for fucking; I want my wife. I did it out of complex.”

“I see. I was curious. What would happen if Farra was rebooted, but with her right tit pressed?”

Percival then said, “Uh, well… I never knew about that… but either way, Farra’s entire memories and voice patterns are still saved. Even if she’s a sleeper, she’s still my wife; and I just cannot have to lose her.”

Mia nodded, “It seems I started to test her out, before she became the Farra Stevens we know and love.”

Heather scowled, “I don’t believe you. Though, I’m surprised that her body is suddenly like a computer. Don’t tell me you fucked her! You know that you’re married, Miss Yuzaki.”

“Well, it was a long story. Of course, I still have all my maneuvers, just like Alpha and Beta.”

“Who?”

Just then, Farra woke up, not remembering a thing. She looked at Mia, who was comforting Heather.

“Mia, what are you doing with Heather?” She asked.

“Oh, Farra,” Mia gasped.

Heather got up and was angered.

“Mother! How dare you become like me?”

Farra was confused, “Beg pardon?”

Heather pressed her right nipple, standing Farra in attention.

“Heather! NO!” Mia screamed.

“Processing… Processing…” Farra spoke in a robotic voice.

She turned to Heather and said, “Hello. I am Farra. I am Perfect Robo-Girl #1. I am the first fembot for love. How about a little fun? Fuck me, you man.”

“Perfect Girl One?!” Heather sneered.

“She was the first prototype,” Mia remarked, “She’s sort of Gynoid #1. A suitable antique.”

Farra stripped down to nothing and approached Heather.

“Farra! This isn’t funny!” Mia screamed, “You’re programmed for sex… and more sex… but god damn it! This isn’t funny! (What am I saying?)”

Farra shoved her down and said, “You’re not for loving…”

Mia banged her head on the wall and suddenly sparked from her head.

“MIA!” Heather screamed.

Farra held Heather’s naked body and thrust her hip onto hers.

“I am to please you,” she said, “I am a perfect sex machine. I am a perfect fuck girl.”

“Heath… er…” Mia groaned, as she shut down.

Mia is actually a robot… or so we thought (which you’ll see later).

“Mom… I mean, Farra…” Heather pleaded, as she resisted, “No… don’t do it!”

Farra kissed Heather, as Heather started to enjoy it. And why not? She is an L-Series gynoid. She was about to reach for her breasts, but Farra’s hug constricted her from doing it.

“So… what would happen, if I say it, when Farra finds out that she’s a robot?” Alison asked.

Percival smiled, “Don’t worry. If she knows, she shut down immediately. However, she’s purely fixable. Once she sees that she’s a sexbot, she’ll malfunction immediately and go into a sexual overload. After that, she is erased from her memories of what transpired. Then she’ll be permanently deactivated, until her body is fixed, to make her look human. Glad it didn’t’ happen yet.”

“Uh, I think it will…” Alison remarked, “She’s with Mia and the Heather fuck-bot.”

Percival gasped and panicked. He was worried that Heather might reveal it.

“Is there something I should know?” She asked.

Percival replied, “Uh, yes… Alison, I’m afraid if Heather fondled her breasts, it could very well be the end of Farra.”

Alison was concerned, as she placed her hand on her skirt, waiting for Percival to speak.

“Go on…”

Percival then explained, “If Heather would suddenly activate her sexual programming, it could very well lead to the orgasms to end ‘em all! Heather will get an orgasm… but in a fatal way! She could break down!”

“This better not be a lie, like last time!”

“It’s true. An L-Series Fembot could very well break down, knowing that her user is an android. This type of faulty glitch could very well end Heather. And as a robo-fetish, I’m against that!”

Alison imagined what it’d be like, as she dug her hand into her crotch again.

“You, ah… go on and, oh… save them…” she moaned, as she masturbated, “I’ll meet you there… ah! AH!”

Percival smiled, “Okay. Why not fuck this Farra, before you meet me there?”

Alison continued, as she approached the prone gynoid. Percival left to the lab.

While Mia was out cold, or shut down, Farra began to hump her hip onto Heather, who was still constricted.

“NO! MORE! MOAR! NEVE! STOP!!!” She pleaded, “FUCK ME HARDER!!! What am I saying? FARRA!!!”

Farra started to stick her pussy into Heather’s and grind up and down. Heather continued to moan, trying to resist, but couldn’t.

“Oh… ah… fuck me… fuck me… mmm… meh… unh… ah…” Heather moaned, completely helpless.

Farra spread her legs up and kissed her, while grinding up and down. She grabbed her face and removed it. Her face was removed, exposing her circuits. Heather started to slur, with her exposed circuitry.

“Oh… L-Series Heather…” Farra said, as she placed Heather’s face down, “You remind me of Oscar…” She fondled her breasts and felt extremely aroused.

“Sexual Stimulation at 90%; Vaginal Area filling up at 75%; function continuing…”

Farra then picked Heather up. She spread her legs apart and kissed her pussy. As she licked, she tasted Heather’s white fluid, which was forcefully emitting.

“Mmm… you’re so delicious… L-Series Heather…”

A faceless Heather said and did nothing. Farra continued, but then…

Mia Alpha… deactivated; Mia Beta… on-line…

“Mmm… I don’t care… she’s so sexy,” Farra moaned, as she got up and squished her breasts onto Heather’s bare chest, rubbing around.

Just then, a gynoid, which looked like Mia appeared, dressed in a pink bra, panties, and garter belt. She approached the Alpha Mia and reactivated her. She took off her clothes, showing her cyan underwear, complete with garter belt.

“Mia Alpha… Sexual contact…”

“Mia Beta… Sexual contact…”

A third Mia, dressed in purple underwear, appeared behind Alpha and Beta.

“Mia Gamma… Sexual contact…”

The gynoids approached Farra and grabbed onto her. Farra was crying.

“NO! I want to fuck! I want sex! More sex! More sex!” She screamed.

The Mias shouted, “Fuck us, you sexy bitch!”

They stood her straight, as the triplets gyrated at Farra, wiggling their pelvises at her, doing a sexy dance. The Mia robots are new; they are not programmed to strip… yet. Farra started to feel flustered. She suddenly had the urge to fuck a Mia.

Meanwhile, Percival and Alison arrived at the factory. Alison dashed off first, as Percival adjusted his glasses.

“I hope we’re not too late,” she thought.

But Percival grew concerned. He held up his BlackBerry and called someone from the building.

“Yes… they’re there,” he said, “Do not come out, until I tell you to.”

He hung up and slowly went to the building.

Alison arrived at the room, seeing a faceless Heather, lying motionless on the table. She saw the Mia triplets fondling and caressing Farra.

“Get off of her!!!” She screamed.

“Mmm… no…” they said in unison, rubbing at the sexbot.

Farra responded, “Join me? I love to fuck. I enjoy sex… and more sex.”

Alison gasped, “NO! It is true!”

She ran to Heather and placed her face back on. Heather got up and was relieved.

“Alison?” She asked, “What’s going on?”

She pointed at the three gynoids. Farra removed one of the bras on the Mia. Mia Beta started to freeze.

“ERROR! Unaut-authorized-ized area!” Beta cried, as she froze.

Beta shut down, as Alpha and Gamma stopped and turned to her.

“No, Farra,” Alpha asked, “Why would you do that?”

Gamma said, “We are not programmed for nudity.”

“Oh? Not yet, huh? I’ll show you myself, you sexy beasts!” Farra giggled, as she unhooked the others’ bras.

Heather had seen enough. She got up and approached Farra. She socked her in the face, dropping the bras she removed.

“You bitch!” Heather screamed, “How dare you hurt them like that? AND HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU BE MY MOTHER??? MY MOM WAS A HUMAN!!!”

Farra caressed her own breasts and suddenly felt horny.

“Care to have a little fun?” She asked, with a wink.

Heather growled, “Screw you!”

They tackled each other, exchanging fists.

“I HATE YOU! HATE YOU!” Heather screamed.

“OH! I LIKE A GYNOID WITH HOT ANGER! YOU TURN ME ON!” Farra shrieked in joy.

“SHUT UP!!!”

Alison stood in place and was frightened. Of course, all she did, at a time like this, was rub her own crotch… in public! Relax… they’re only androids. They continued to fight, as Alison constantly fiddled with her koosh. Mia appeared from behind, the real Mia, and held her shoulders.

“Must you do that, while the Cat-Bot Fight is on?” She griped.

Alison gasped, as she saw Mia. “Wha? Mia?! I thought--?”

Mia said, “Don’t worry. Like I said, I may be a genius and you a chronic masturbator, but I am not stupid.”

Alison remarked, as she pointed at the deactivated and bare-chested Mias, “Then if you’re here… then… who are those imposters?”

Mia giggled, “It’s our new Triplet Mia! These fembots enjoy sex, but they are not programmed for stripping. Sadly, I haven’t installed it in their systems yet. But maybe soon.”

Alison was confused, “Oh… kay… I’m confused.”

Mia reiterated, “The Mia robots can be shut down, if their nipples and/or pussy are exposed. Once I install it into their hard drive, namely Mia Alpha, they’ll be perfect. But we haven’t tested them out yet. For now, they’re perfect for a 4-way! Or… five-way, if you have two people.”

Alison was confused more, “But… why would you leave Alpha, or whatever, with those fembot rejects???”

Mia sighed, “I already knew about the Farra gynoid. The real Farra died and used this robot to become Percy’s wife. I was there, before you joined us.”

The gynoids continued to brawl, as Alison and Mia stepped away. Alison started to feel very uneasy. She took off her shirt, exposing her bare breasts, as stated by her that she never wore a bra.

“I… I don’t know why… but… I want to help… Heather… and Farra…” she moaned.

She stepped towards them, as she removed her panties.

“Alison! You idiot!” Mia yelled, “You don’t know wha--!”

Mia’s android phone rang. She answered it. It was from the person that Percival called.

“Miss Yuzaki, when the time is right, do it!” A female voice called.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, as she hung up.

Alison broke up both robots. She grabbed Farra in a full nelson. Heather then cried out, “GOOD!”

“NO! Let me go! I want to fuck! I want to fuck!” Farra cried.

Alison cried, “DO IT!”

Heather fondled her breasts, rebooting Farra. Farra started to limp and freeze in place.

“System process deleted… memory deleted… resuming normal functions…”

“Are you okay?” Alison asked, as she held Heather.

“Yes… I’m fine,” she smiled, “I’m surprised you stripped down for Farra.”

“I wasn’t…” Alison said, as she kissed Heather.

“Mmm… you’re so hot… for a masturbator.”

"HEY!" Alison snapped.

Mia interrupted, “Uh, I hate to ruin your sexual fun, but we have to reboot Farra.”

Alison approached her and said, “Right. Press her left nipple.”

However, she pressed Farra’s right nipple. Mia was shocked.

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!” Mia screeched.

Farra started to reboot herself.

“Processing… processing…”

“Uh, oops?” Alison tittered.

“OOPS?! OOPS?!” Mia screamed, “You reactivated her sexual systems!!!”

"I knew that!" Alison chuckled.

Farra approached Alison and held her tight.

“Hello. I am Farra. I am Perfect Robo-Girl #1. I am the first fembot for love. How about a little fun? Fuck me, you man.”

“Oh, no! Not again!” Heather cried.

She caressed Alison, but then, it happened. She started to spark and shake. She stood in place and smoked a bit. She whirred around, flailing her arms and legs, like she was a malfunctioning doll.

“Hello… I am Farra… I am… Fuck me… BZZT! I find you hot… I am the first… I’m hot… I am perfect… Have a little fun… I am… sex fuck… machine… sex… I am perfect… ERROR! I am Farra… Robo-Girl… Perfect… I find… find-find-find… you totally… you totally fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-uck… Farra… Sex… fun… Robo-Girl…”

“What the hell’s going on?” Heather cried.

Alison cried, “Farra?”

She continued whirring and speaking, beeping higher and smoking endlessly. Mia watched on, in shock and fright. Alison grabbed Heather.

“ALISON!” She screamed.

They dived down.

“I am… totally… Perfect Robo-Girrrrl… Perfect… I find… I am perfect… sex machine… Farra… System overload! Memory corrupted! ERROR! I am Farra… #1 perfect sex fun fuck machine… totally, GTCH, totally, BZZT, hot fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck… ERROR! SYSTEM MALFUNCTION! I am Farra… I am Farra… I am Farra-arra-arra-arra-ARRA-ARRA-ARRA-ARRA!”

“SHE’S GONNA BLOW!!!” Mia shrieked.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” Alison screeched.

And then… BOOM! She bent backwards. Her pussy began to spew out ALL of her white fluid. It engulfed the room, dampening everyone and everything, including Alison, Mia, and the gynoids. After expelling all of her fluid, she slowly bent forward. Her body slowly bent down, smoking from her mouth and back. She tilted forward, with her arms slowly flailing.

“Farra… Farrrrraaa… Farrrrrrraaaaaaa… I am… perrrrrrfeeeeeeee…”

Her body bent down, with her arms flailing, while smoke continued to emit, while her pussy was dripping. Mia was wet, but was also relieved. Alison was crying.

“M-Mommy?” Heather cringed.

Mia then removed Farra’s battery pack. She then placed it on the table and sighed, “Well, back to the drawing board.”

Alison was sobbing, as she held Heather tight.

“What a mess… well, I don’t think she’ll be needed anymore,” Mia said.

Alison cried, “Why? You mean Farra is gone… forever! NO! She cannot be dead!”

“Stupid robot!” Mia screamed, “Farra’s not dead!”

Alison sighed, “Uh, you're referring to Heather... Mia…”

Mia then held Alison up and caressed her naked body.

"Mia?"

She went to her right breast and pressed her nipple, turning her off. Alison went into a slur and was motionless. Heather watched on in shock, as Mia placed the underwear back on her triplet look-alikes.

“Sexual functions commencing…” They spoke, as they were reactivated.

“Fondle with Farra, over there,” Mia instructed, “I have to deal with Heather, right now.”

The Mias grabbed onto the broken Farra gynoid and started to do a dance at her. Mia approached Heather, who was frightened.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” She sobbed.

Mia held her face and kissed her. She said to her, “It’s over, baby. Now we can begin the marketing for you and the rest of the women.”

“I… I don’t understand… this whole thing…”

Percival arrived, too late. But he knew what happened.

“Congratulations, Heather,” he said, “You and the rest of our fembots have passed the test with flying colors.”

“A TEST?!” Heather cried.

Mia went by Percival and added, “You see, we thought we’d perform a scenario like this, just like the one that robo-wifey did there.”

“WHAT?” Heather shrieked.

“You see, after we said that you’d become bitchy, we’d decided to test your skills again, since all we care about is your sexual functions.”

“So, Mia and I decided to perform our duties, pretending that Alison loved you, Mia was suddenly infatuated by you, and my wife was killed in a car accident.”

“But… my mommy is--.”

Mia stated, “Still alive! Miss Stevens is with Miss Hopkins, which by the way are the real Farra and Alison, on a vacation for a week. Alison needed some time off with Ray. And Farra needed a break from building.”

Percival smiled, “Except now… there are lots of stuff going on: Alison and Ray are to be wed, Mia and I helped you find your function, and Farra will come back soon.”

“You mean, after all that… I… I was created by the real Farra?” Heather asked.

Just then, a woman in auburn hair and a white lab coat approached Heather from behind. She pressed a button on the back of her neck and Heather started to shake. Heather began to shake and clank, causing her to all apart. Her body fell in pieces.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of it… my daughter.” The woman said.

Heather started to slur, “Mommy… mommy… mommmmmmmmm…”

“Thanks for the help… sis,” Percival smiled.

Yes. It was the real Heather, who created the Farra, Heather and Steven robots.

“Hey, no problem. I knew it was getting worse,” she said, as she looked at the Mias continuing to fuck the Farra gynoid.

“So, after all that, the tests were a failure,” Mia sighed.

“Not exactly. All their sexual functions were in 100% working conditions,” Percival said.

Heather added, “Bro’s right. Now we can fix all their bugs and present them to market.”

She approached the Alison gynoid and turned her on, by pressing her right nipple again.

"Still, there's just one thing missing in this," Heather added, "And I think I know."

She pressed her left nipple down, rebooting her. She woke up and started to feel aroused. She turned to Percival and kneeled down. She unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick, sticking it in her mouth.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SIS???” He cried.

“Farra isn’t here, right?” Heather said.

Mia nodded, “That makes sense. Why not have one more test, before we can begin production.”

Heather then said, “Well, I have been watching this whole time, and I have to say… these gynoids can put on a show. I almost had an orgasm from Farra and Heather.”

Mia sneered, “Feh! Whatever! Just as long as these fembots work to perfection.”

Percival moaned, “Oh… fuck… she’s right… ah! It’s nothing… ahh… to fuck at… ah… that I know…” As Percival was cumming, Mia and Heather laughed loudly.

“It’s funny because it’s a fuckbot!” Heather chortled, “So, HIGH-larious, as Peter says.”

Mia said, as she giggled, “Okay, we’ll leave you two alone.”

“Please do,” Percival groaned.

Heather and Mia left, as Percival’s BJ continued. Even though he was being sucked, he had to stay to fix up all six gynoids in the room.

“As soon as we’re done, we need to deactivate you, Alison,” he said, as he was moaning.

Alison said, with her mouth full, “Yes, my sex doll.”

Percival smiled and let out a giggle, “Oh, you’re good.”

Outside, Heather and Mia changed into their casual attire and went home. Mia then had a thought. “You know, I was thinking…” she asked, “After that whole experience, since the Farra android said that she’s perfect, aren’t all of them perfect?”

Heather shook her head and said, “No. Every Perfect Robo-Girl is perfect in their own unique way. However, there is just one gynoid that I find perfect. I mean think about it.” She explained about every gynoid, from Farra to Mia:

“Farra may be a used-up and modified robot, but she’s perfect in any form. She can be fondled in a pattern, just in case she malfunctions. Plus, she’s a very portraying gynoid and her boobs have their own zip code. I wonder if we could rebuild Mel Am?

Heather, modeled after Moi, can be somewhat of a bitch. But she was like me, when I was a teenager. She was a lesbian, like me, but I stopped after I got engaged to my husband. The Heather robot is awesome to caress, no matter who owns it. In fact, there’s a folklore in this company that your dick remains stiff, rigid, and long for up to six months, if you handle her right. Plus, her tongue can be very playful.

Alison is cute. Her skin is pale and white as snow, her hair as black as ebony, and her lips are as ruby red. She’s like Snow White, except without the masturbation, just like the real Alison. Now, her robot does all the fun, but it’s great to have a fembot who doesn’t believe in bras, since her breasts are shapely, perky, and round. She believes in panties. But we don’t let her go commando, if you get my drift.

And as for your gynoids, Mia, they’re perfect for four-way fucking. Although their bodies have B-Cup breasts and a slim figure, no offense, but their skin is as smooth as silk; and once we can expand their software, just to have them strip, they’ll be ready for some fun. For now, it’s making out and sexy dances from here on out. Fun to have your gynoids sway at you to have sex, huh? Just not too close, or you’ll become extremely aroused, you’ll never leave them or normal life.”

Mia smiled, “You know, you’re right. So, who do you think would be our Most Perfect?”

Heather winked and said, “You really want to know?”

Heather then told her who she’d think was perfect. Mia was amazed.

What do you think? Because that’s left untold. Why?

“This is our little secret, okay, Mia?” Heather insisted.

Mia replied, “Oh, okay. Personally, I think they’ll all perfect to love.”

Heather laughed, “Oh, come on! ONE is fine!”

The End
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Diagnostic

2016-09-24T01:52:55Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

"And cut!"

The sexbot's post-climax panting and moaning came to an abrupt end. She silently climbed down from the teacher’s desk and straightened her schoolgirl uniform while awaiting her next instructions. Her partner pulled off the headset that had been recording every detail of the experience, handing it to the set's technician. As the partner made his exit, the tech gave the sexbot's pert backside a slap, offering, "Good work, D4."

"Thank you," she said in a polite tone, her eyes fixed forward.

"She seemed a little 'squeaky' out there," the director observed, the tech frowning at the workload this implied.

"I'll… check her out first thing tomorrow."

"Fuck tomorrow, we've got another shoot!" The director tapped his phone and the technician's subsequently chimed. "That's the address. Get her there and get her tuned - I don't need another sexbot explosion."

"That happened once, and she was a used D2 - look, sir... I've got shit I need to take care of-"

"You're goddamn right you do - Her. At the set. And fully serviced." The director stalked off without waiting for a response.

The technician sighed and looked at the sexbot. "When was your last diagnostic?" he asked.

"49 days ago."

"Jesus, 49 days? Fuck me," he muttered, hastily amending. "That's not a command, Carrie."

As she pulled her pleated skirt back up he checked the address the director had sent - dammit, clear on the other side of town. Maybe there was a way out of this... "Carrie, can you get yourself to-" he read from his phone, "-One-Oh-"

"Four!"

"-three Birch Street?"

"Four!" The director shouted again, marching toward her and the tech.

"Yes," she replied to the tech.

"D-Four!" the director shouted directly into her ear. The sexbot turned, taking the garment bag he shoved into her hands. "That's for the next shoot. And pay attention when I call!"

"Of course," she said to the director's back as he stalked off.

"Here's cab fare," the tech said in a quiet voice, handing her a few bills. "First thing you do when you get there is have someone run a diagnostic. Insist on it - no filming until you've had a thorough diagnostic. Alright?"

"Yes," she responded. "Should I leave now?"

"Yeah - and don't let the director see you taking a cab! If he asks... just tell him I dropped you off. Got that?"

"I think so," she said, the uncertainty in her voice revealing a potential conflict in the command.

"Just don't tell him how you got there," he insisted, peering into the garment bag she had been handed. "Put that on before you go - it's a little less conspicuous than 'slutty schoolgirl.' And once you get there, get that diagnostic - before you do anything else! Understood?"

She nodded. "Understood."

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A knocking at his door startled Mark from his nap, and he noted with annoyance that his friends were two hours earlier than expected.

Stumbling over to the door, he flung it open and immediately forgot whatever tirade he had been preparing about no sleep and a twelve hour workday. Standing outside his door was a woman - a beautiful woman - apparently ready for a night out, dressed in a small black dress. Her dark hair was tied back in long braid, her face expertly made-up and impassive, professional. There was something familiar about her, like he knew her from somewhere - but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"I'm here for my diagnostic," she said flatly.

"Uh..." he tried to imagine what she could be talking about. "You sure you got the right place?"

"1-0-4-3 Birch, Unit 4," she said, looking at his apartment door with its dingy '4' slightly askew.

"That's me," he muttered, now even more confused. "But… I think... did someone put you up to this?"

"Jake dropped me off," she said, pushing past him. "I am afraid I will require a thorough diagnostic before we can begin."

"Who's Jake?" Mark asked, admiring her tanned figure as she surveyed the room. Her skimpy dress enticingly hugged the curves of her pert backside, and her long, slender legs were fitted in dark stockings that ended high on her thighs just before her dress began. "And what's a... 'diagnostic'?"

"Jake is the technician," she replied, turning her attention back to him, now with a cheerful smile on her face. "And if you are not familiar with a diagnostic, allow me to walk you through it! First is the range of motion test."

Mark struggled to remember if he knew a Jake (or anyone else for that matter) who would want to send him a call girl while Carrie began to stretch. First with her arms reaching upward, her black dress stretching tightly against her perky breasts, then her legs, bending one, then the other behind her in an impressive display of flexibility. As she slid to the floor and reached for her toes with her legs splayed wide, Mark thought he heard a faint 'whirring', thinking it was probably her phone set on ‘vibrate’. He began to ponder where on that outfit she could keep event the slimmest of phones, but the idle question was gone in an instant when she bent forward at the waist, her black dress sliding up to expose the bottom half of her ass and the miniscule black thong within.

"Do I pass the range of motion test?" she asked from between her calves, her hands gripping her ankles above her black heels.

"Fuck yes you do," Mark managed, no longer giving any concern to the many questions the situations was raising. "Thank you, Jake, whoever you are," he muttered, and she suddenly stood and pivoted to face him. "Next is the sensory feedback test. Do you have a diagnostic tool?"

Mark took her hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. "This should do the trick."

She hesitated with a strained look of concentration on her face. After a few moments she recovered, offering a pouty, "Any ejaculation while I am in diagnostic mode could lead to system damage..."

Mark pulled out his wallet and flashed a condom, puzzling at her rather odd way of insisting on protection. "Are you supposed to be a robot?"

"I currently have no assigned role," she said, nonchalantly tugging down her thong. "And I must insist we finish the diagnostic before any acts of intercourse."

Mark wasn't averse to a little role-play, and while he didn't know how she settled on 'robot', it was definitely doing the trick. "So you need a 'sensory feedback' test?" he asked, and she gave a nod. "Alright, tell me how this feels," he slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers teasing up under her skirt as he leaned in for a kiss. She seemed confused when his mouth met hers, and he caught a glimpse of her eyelids fluttering as he eased her down on to the couch.

"This… this is not part of the diagnostic," she said, her voice somehow clear despite that her lips were still pressed against his. "Potential... potential conflict..."

He parted from her, removing his pants as she writhed for a moment before freezing entirely, her mouth hanging open. There was an audible 'click' and her expression became calm. "Please insert diagnostic tool," she said plainly, parting her thighs.

The whole robot act was doing wonders, and while sliding the condom on Mark suddenly wondered whether she actually could be a robot - after all, was that any more ridiculous than some half-baked theory about a mysterious call-girl pretending... yes, he decided. The cost alone-

Her vapid expression unchanged, she repeated, "Please insert-"

"With pleasure," he said, refocusing. He explored beneath her dress, finding the smooth mound of her flushed labia, parting them with a gentle push. He slid into her and leaned over for another kiss, his mouth brushing against her soft breasts before hungrily pressing against her lips. She offered nothing in return at first, but slowly grew more responsive as he pumped her in an easy rhythm. She returned his kisses shyly at first, then hungrily, her fingers beginning to claw at his back as his own hands slid beneath her dress to grip her soft haunches tightly, pumping faster, causing a whimpering moan to escape from her lips. Suddenly another look of confusion overtook her and she droned, "Corruption in data feed, instructional c-c-conflict-t-t-t, diagnossszzzzhhhh-" her body shuddered and she pushed him off of her, then on to his back. Looking up at her, he noticed her head was cocked unnaturally to one side, twitching in time to a distinct mechanical buzz.

"Holy shit," Mark muttered, watching her apparent struggle to recover as the noises grew louder. "You really are a-"

With a sharp 'snap' her head realigned itself and she gave him an inviting smile before diving at his crotch, her velvet mouth gliding over his cock. Her ass shot into the air, quivering in place before plummeting when her legs splayed and she began to grind her crotch against the couch in shuddering movements. Meanwhile her head bobbed over his member as she took in his entire length, her hands steadying herself while her lower half continued its independent and wild flailing. He felt a tugging and saw she held the condom in her teeth, tearing it off with a savage grin, leaving him exposed. She took him in her mouth once more, the feel of her tongue massaging his tip almost unbearable. The part of Mark's mind that found her jerking movements and mechanical sounds 'distressing' lost out to the part that found all of this to be an incredible turn-on, and despite his wishes not to end it so quickly, he could do nothing to stop his flooding climax.210

There was an immediate popping sound and he saw her head jerk back, smoke rising from a mouth hung open in shock, her blue eyes wide as sections of her throat flickered red from some internal light. She fell backward with a soft thump against the couch, and Mark wondered if she was broken for good when she groaned, "Fff-fuck meee," her mouth unmoving, her words heavily distorted.

Without a second thought, Mark pushed his still firm member into her pussy and she let out a digitized squeal, her eyes widening as the redness across her throat spread to her cheeks. As he pumped with no thought but to fuck her as hard as he could, she jerked her dress down over her bouncing tits and grasped each in her hands, fumbling with her nipples as her face grew even redder. "Ahhh... ahhh! Do I... do I pass the... the s-s-sensorrrrr<ksssh> t-t-test?!" she cried, her voice rising to a shrill pitch as her eyes clenched shut in apparent ecstasy.

"You pass every fucking test!" Mark groaned, his hands joining hers to massage her soft breasts as her entire head glowed brightly, bursts of electricity visible inside her gaping mouth.

"Di... diagnostic <ahhhh>!" she moaned, the smell of burning plastic filling the room as her hips slammed with newfound energy against his. "Diagnostic com... com... compleeeeeEEEEEE!" There was a sudden burst of sparks through her cheek, her synthetic skin melting away to show metal, ceramic, wiring, and a rampant electrical blaze. Mark only had a moment to take all this in before her head exploded in a blinding flash.

His vision returned slowly, during which time her bucking pelvis never broke its rhythm despite that her face was now a smoldering crater of burnt electronics. “D-d-diagnostic compleeet-t-t-te,” she stammered in a wholly synthetic voice as he realize he was coming a second time, his fingers digging into the plush softness of her breasts as her shuddering hips finally gave way, a few sparks dancing around the ruin of her head before she finally collapsed into an awkward ragdoll slump.

As he caught his breath, Mark suddenly realized there were voices in the hall, and glanced over to see his door was slightly ajar.

“…but this is where her signal says she is!”

A short, rotund man with a well-groomed beard and sunglasses pushed open his door, followed by a nervous looking younger man whose attention seemed divided between the scene in front of him and the device he was holding.

“Carrie!” the younger man said, ignoring Mark and rushing over to her. “I… I can fix this…” he stammered nervously, staring up at the man in sunglasses.

“If you don’t, it’s your ass,” the one in sunglasses grumbled, taking a look at Mark. “And just who the fuck are you and what are you doing with her?”

Mark did nothing to hide his anger, “I know exactly what this is! You send this slutty robot to my apartment, have her break down-“

“Easy kid!” the man in sunglasses interrupted, suddenly taken aback. “No one’s trying to con you! Look, I represent Suntouch Interactives-“ he glanced at a few cartridge cases scattered next to Mark’s headset, several depicting women in various stages of undress “-and I see you’re familiar with our work. “

Mark nodded.

“Carrie D4 here is one of our robotic actors, but we need a human actor to take the interactive impression from. Now it seems you’ve got no qualms fucking a ‘bot – am I right about that?”

Mark nodded again.

“Well then,” he flicked his phone toward Mark’s. “There’s my info. Look me up and we’ll see if we can’t put that talent to use.” He flicked his phone again. “And buy yourself a new couch,” he added, Mark suddenly noticing the scorch marks on the cushions as the younger man lifted Carrie’s still-smoking body with a wheeze.

“Totally fixable…” the young man reassured himself, stumbling toward the door.

“Diagnostic c-c-complete, no fff-faults de-tec-tec-tec-ted,” Carrie droned.

“Look forward to hearing from you,” the man in sunglasses called ambivalently as he followed the others out the door.

After closing the door behind them, Mark looked over the man’s information, still uncertain whether this wasn’t all a con.

“But if it gives me another shot at her,” he muttered, and sent the man a simple reply: ‘I’m in.’
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The Co-Star

2016-09-24T01:52:05Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

=The Co-Star & The Audition=
==The Co-Star==
Will sat across from the newest member of the cast, still trying to work out who she might be. It didn’t matter that the cameras were rolling – according to the script, this café was the first place his character had met hers, and ‘Ted Harden the trillionaire playboy you loved to hate’ would just as curious as he was.

She was a shockingly gorgeous woman, Asian, with milk-white, flawless skin and dark, inviting eyes. Her red petal lips were held in a shy half-smile, her glossy black hair brushing her shoulders as she coyly looked down at her coffee before meeting his gaze once more. If the role of a coquettish geisha for an Asian actress seemed hackneyed to him even by the dwindling standards of this long-running show, he couldn’t imagine what she must be thinking – but she was still playing it to the hilt. When her smile broadened to reveal a row of perfect white teeth, Will realized he had missed his cue.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said magnanimously, “This isn’t an interrogation, just a… chance for us to get to know one another.” With skill he attributed to years of stagecraft, he did not pull a face when he took a sip of his burnt coffee. “And I’d like you to see that I’m not the villain the stories make me out to be.”

“I place no faith in rumors, Mr. Harden,” she said playfully, her words decorated by a faint accent.

“Please,” he responded, flashing a wolfish grin. “Call me Ted.”

“Of course… Ted,” she cooed, leaning back in her chair. Her white sweater over black leggings was further evidence that wardrobe was locked in the twenty-tens, but with anatomy like hers Will imagined she could make a trash bag look fashion forward. Despite the thickness of the sweater it did little to hide her stupendous bust, and he found his mind wandering once more. Why had the producers been so cagey about introducing her to him, the star of this damn show? Was she someone’s wife? Mistress? He realized he had missed another cue. “You haven’t touched your coffee,” he ad-libbed, trying to refocus.

The improvised line apparently threw her for a loop, and while she maintained her smile, it now seemed artificial. She raised her steaming cup haltingly, her eyes glassy and empty.

“She’ll fry her circuits!” cried a voice from the crew.

“Cut! Cut!” the director shouted, rushing to the table. “Kimiko – put the coffee down!”

As she complied her face recovered its more natural expression, and Will turned to the director in disbelief. “A robot? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“You weren’t supposed to find out yet…” he muttered before asking the crew, “She OK?”

“She’s green,” answered one of the techs. “But if you’re gonna have her drink anything, it needs to below one-seventy-“

“That wasn’t in the script,” the director sighed, looking at Will.

Will pushed away from the table. “You know that by casting a robot you’re violating Guild law, right?”

“Not if the actroid is playing a robot!” corrected the pedantic line-producer.

It took a moment for Will to process what he was hearing. “So Kimiko, the defector from the rival pharma company, is inexplicably a robot.”

“Twist?” offered one of the writers.

Will ground his teeth. “And you thought I would be too dumb to notice what she was?”

“You gotta admit,” the director said, patting Kimiko’s head while she smiled pleasantly, “she had you fooled.” He paused, “Actually, we’re really gonna need you to admit she had you fooled. With your testimonial we get a huge discount, and our new starlet here does not come cheap!”

Will massaged his temples and stalked toward the break room, muttering, “This fucking show...”

“Alright everybody, take twenty,” the director shouted just before Will managed to slam the door behind him.

The line-producer approached the director, tapping her tablet. Before she could say anything, he tried to head her off with, “We’ll get Roger to endorse her.”

“Roger’s not the star of the show”, the assistant said tersely. “Plus he’s an idiot. Either we get Mr. Leading Tantrum to say he couldn’t tell she was an actroid or we crate her up and ship her back to-”

“You can’t!” the director barked, then winced at his own outburst.

The line-producer’s face paled. “Phil, you didn’t… did you?” She lowered her voice, but the anger was still plain. “Did you void her return policy!?”

“C’mon Angie, she was fucking built for it!” pleaded the director. “Look, it doesn’t matter… Will’s gonna give that testimonial.”

“You had better hope so,” the line-producer said evenly, walking away to undoubtedly draft the email that would end the director’s career.

“Alright!” the director exclaimed with forced enthusiasm and turning to the still smiling Kimiko. “You need to go into that break room and show Will just how ‘human’ you can be. Look, I don’t care what he asks you to do, what… ‘protocols’ or whatever he violates, just so long as he comes out of there singing your praises. OK?”

“OK!” Kimiko said with a sly giggle. Standing from the table, she straightened her sweater and strode confidently toward to the break room.

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Will turned at the sound of the door opening, expecting Phil armed with a non-apology – instead, he saw the actroid wearing that same coy smile. She leaned back against the door, pushing it shut before crossing her shapely legs, her weight on the heel of one of her fur-lined calf-high boots.

“Oh – it’s you,” muttered Will, downing his third scotch of the morning.

“Yes… it’s me,” she said, tapping the toe of her boot. Will hated to admit it, but whoever had put her together had done an amazing job. The public had laughed when the Screen Actors Guild launched its all-out PR war against robotic actors. Nobody believed one of those stiff, awkward, plastic-and-rubber automatons would be a threat to flesh-and-blood actors, but the Guild understood it was only a matter of time. Today, Will felt like he was staring at the inevitable end of his career – and the fact she was excruciatingly hot didn’t make it any better.

“Why are you here,” he asked, pouring himself another drink.

“I want to show you that you were not a fool to mistake me for human.” A hand slipped behind her back and he heard the lock click. As she stepped forward, her curvy hips ticked side-to-side in her slow advance. Will hated the way she seemed to take his desire for her for granted, her smile seeming more smug than coy. Of course, robot or no, he did find her intensely desirable… but this was about principles!

“I’ll give you that you’re the most convincing bundle of circuits I’ve seen… but the reason they kept you from me is that they knew you couldn’t pass under any real scrutiny.”

“Oh?” she asked, reaching out to take his drink from him, setting it aside as she leaned in closer. “I think I can be pretty convincing…”

He put a hand on her chest to keep her at arm’s length, the cushion of her bust squeezing tantalizingly against his palm. Those former ‘principles’ suddenly seemed far less important, but he still pushed her back and said, “You couldn’t drink that coffee.”

That vapid, glass-eyed smile returned as she stared at nothing for a moment. Recovering, she took the wrist of the hand that held her at bay and urged his hand further against her sweater and the lush breasts beneath. “Coffee isn’t important…”

“Sorry doll, but coffee seems to be all I can think about!” He pushed past her and punched in his usual on the break-room’s dispenser, then ordered a second. When she was at his side again, he pressed the coffee into her hands.

“To actors,” he said, ‘clinking’ his cup against hers. He took a large sip of the steaming freeze-dried swill, breathed a satisfied sigh, then looked at her expectantly. “Your turn.”

She glanced between him and the cup before finally bringing it to her lips. He was surprised when she tilted the cup and downed the entire thing, mimicked his sigh, then tossed the cup over her shoulder. “Satisfied?” she asked playfully.

Will wasn’t exactly certain what he expected to happen by having her drink, but he expected it to be more than ‘nothing.’ He was wondering what his next move would be when he noticed wisps of smoke rising from beneath her sweater.

“Oh… it’s very… warm in here…” she sighed, pulling off her sweater and revealing a lace camisole stretched taught by a pair of cream-colored breasts. With a mechanical click, vents opened on her décolletage and the white smoke began to thin.

Will shook his head disapprovingly. “Those vents – not very human of you.”

“O…oh,” she said, and they slid shut. Something inside her spun up to a high-pitched whine.

Will flopped into one of the padded break-room chairs and sipped at his coffee. “Tell me about your very human hobbies, Kimiko.”

“My ho… my hobbies?” she asked, smoke beginning to seep from lips no longer pressed into that shy smile of hers.

“Sure – what do you do when you’re not pretending to be a robot who’s pretending to be a human?”

She walked toward him, her hips still swinging but her balance unsteady. She cautiously put one knee on either armrest, easing her waist down above his lap, her breasts at his eye level. “I… I-I like swimming...” As she swayed in front of him, he couldn’t resist reaching to remove her camisole, and she lifted her slender arms as he pulled it free, her tits jostling in their white-lace bra. “Swimming at the b-beach…” she repeated, leaning forward to introduce Will’s face to her cleavage.

“Why is that your hobby?” Will asked, stopping her once more.

“What-t-t?” she stammered, her knees slipping between the armrests, her hips bouncing into his lap. Heat coursed from her waist and chest, and Will observed that her flawless skin was also bone-dry.

“Swimming – why do you like it? “

“I… I-I am neutrally buoyant,” she managed, her hands fumbling ineffectually at the waist of her leggings.

“Very persuasive,” Will chuckled. “And since you got here, how many times have you taken a swim?”

“Z-zero,” she whined, grabbing his head and burying his face in her tits. He allowed himself a quick nuzzle, taking in her floral perfume and marveling how tremendously real they felt.

Managing to pull himself away, he said, “If you haven’t done it, you can’t really call it a hobby, can you? That’s not an interest you have, that’s programming. Not very convincing.” She gave a groan in protest and fell back with her head listing to one side, twitching, while her eyes fluttered behind a veil of white smoke. Suddenly she seized one of his wrists, slapping his hand across her shapely backside. He obliged her with a squeeze, the sheer fabric of her leggings taught and smooth over her firm posterior, and she recovered slightly, smiling once more. “H-help me out-t of these and I’ll show you h-how c-convincing I am.”

“Alright, assume we ignore any hobbies or interests of yours beyond the realm of fucking…”

She nodded urgently, eyes clenched shut, biting her lip as she still struggled to slide her waistband over her rump.

“Even within these constraints-” he ran a finger along the cup of her bra, teasing her stiff nipple to solicit a delighted squeal. “-you’re still not convincing me. You’re hot to the touch, panting like you’re in heat, but you haven’t even broken a sweat?”

“Ahhh… ahh… fluids reserved for in-t-terior liquid c-cooling… ahhh!”

“Exactly what a human might say. By the way, you can detect sarcasm, right?”

“Nnngh!” she groaned in protest, and her exposed skin was quickly covered in a wet sheen. Her bra was quickly soaked as rivulets ran down the valley of her trembling cleavage.

“I’m impressed!” Will said, and pulled down her leggings, his hands sensing even greater warmth coming from her sweat-drenched synthetic flesh as she kicked and stretched to lose her boots, then the leggings themselves. She ground her soft haunches against his lap, and his hands returned to her posterior. One hand slid between her cheeks and along the fabric trail of her thong, stopping just before her heat-flushed sex.

“Yes…” she pleaded. The top of her head was nearly invisible behind the cloud of white steaming from her mouth, nostrils, and ears.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Will grunted, slipping his fingers inside of her.

She squealed again, her body trembling as she cried, “S-sing my p-p-praises!”

“Of course, that was sarcasm,” he amended, still working her increasingly overheated sex.

“I-I w-what?” Through the smoke he just barely read her face scrunched in confusion.

“Or maybe that was sarcasm?”

Suddenly her body became very rigid, her pitch elevated. “Warning, th-this unit-t-t is s-s-suffering from mmmultiple ohhhh! Ahh!”

“No wait, that one there was definitely sarcasm,” he said sarcastically, his fingers moving even faster.

Her legs tightened against him as she squealed, “Th-this unit c-c-context errrorrrr c-c-cannot determinnnne c-c-coffee s-s-swimming humannnnn fluid overheat core overheat core praises ahhhh!” She fell forward, her wet breasts splashing against his face. “Warning error overheat hob-b-bies sex sex sex I am convincing sing singgggg myyyyy ahhhhh!” He felt a wash of heat from her and a sudden surge shook her entire torso, something inside her breasts humming madly before her body seized up completely. With a long, lingering sigh, her components audibly spun down, and she slumped against him, her floral perfume mixed with the smell of burnt electronics.

After taking a moment to once again savor the defunct robot’s exquisite rack that buried his face, Will pushed her aside and noticed that her head was now hanging behind her back, connected by a thick bundle of cables. Seeing her like this made it hard for him to think of her as a threat to his career, and began to wonder if she might be repaired.

Leaving the break room, he saw the set was nearly empty save for one anxious-looking director. Will waved him over and said, “I’ve got good news and bad news, Phil. The good news is that I’m no longer mad at you for this escapade of yours, and I think I’m ready to work with an actroid.”

The director looked at him suspiciously, then past him, his eyes widening in shock.

“The bad news is-“

“I am in n-n-need-d of servicing,” an electronic voice called, and Will turned to see Kimiko staggering from the break-room, her face fixed with a serene smile, her head slightly askew on her neck.

“Kimi-baby, what happened?” the director gasped, stepping away from the sparking actroid.

“He s-sang my p-praises,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss Will on the cheek, then succumbed to an electrical twinge. “Un-l-l-less that was s-sarcasm?”

After careful consideration, Will took her by the wrist and pulled her back toward the break room. “That testimonial you wanted? I think I’m gonna go give it to Kimiko directly.” He pulled her close, adding, “In earnest.” The door shut once more, followed by the clicking of the lock.

==The Audition pt. 1==
The luxurious female voice of Will’s new and conspicuously expensive car announced they had arrived at the Network’s studio tower. Stepping out into the warm evening air, he passed the night guard at the security desk who provided him with her customary nod, and he was soon racing to his show’s floor in one of the building’s fast, near-silent elevators.

The floor was abandoned – but that was to be expected at this hour. He moved through the halls into the tech room where Kimiko, a voluptuous Asian beauty, sat in the corner with her eyes closed, hands neatly on her lap, a power cord extending from her neck. She had been the source of a great deal of controversy surrounding the show, the Guild’s laws against robotic actors, and Will himself. The producers were compliant with the letter of Guild law since the character she portrayed was a robot (if secretly in the context of the show), but this did little to alter the Guild’s outcry when it was revealed what Kimiko truly was. And Will, as the show’s headliner (and someone who had not been shy about endorsing Kimiko and her manufacturer), had also borne most of the Guild’s reprisal.

But in his favor, the show’s ratings were the highest they had been in its entire history, in no small part due to the controversy; but viewers were also intrigued by the apparent ‘chemistry’ between Will and Kimiko. He was able to negotiate a healthy bonus, and while he doubted he would be doing much acting once the show had been run into the ground, he was quite content with his current lot. And after all, if he left now or sided with the Guild in their insistence that Kimiko be taken off the show, he would lose access to his favorite toy.

He stood before her, quietly admiring her unnatural beauty. Having been around her for months, he had picked up on subtle quirks and flaws in her design that made her artificial nature obvious to him: her predictable ‘idle behavior’ when she was left to her own, the too-perfect symmetry of her face, the evenness of her pristine teeth, the unusual pertness of her large breasts... But these observations only made her more appealing, and he found himself returning to the studio after hours almost every night.

Tonight she was dressed in a simple business jacket and skirt, her character’s office attire, but her astounding figure made it seem rather risqué. Her dark skirt hugged her broad hips and sensuously curving thighs, the modest neckline of her simple white blouse was ever-threatened by her full, ripe bust. Their last after-hours activities resulted in her covered in whipped cream with her head blown off, and the techs had given him a particularly strict warning against subjecting her software to ‘undue duress’. And while he had intended to moderate tonight’s play with her, something in the way she sat there with a slight smile teasing across her red lips made him forget any promises he had made to the beleaguered support staff.

“Kimiko,” he began, “turn-” Before he could finish the activation command, she had already opened her dark eyes, her smile blossoming.

“Good evening, Will,” she purred with her faint accent. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Have you?” he said, slightly amused. It was unusual for her to take any sort of initiative in conversation, no matter how banal, and he was interested to see how this would play out with what he had planned for her. “Well, you only need to wait a little longer. Go to my bedroom set, take off your clothes and fold them neatly on the table. Then wait for me on the couch.”

She gave a sly smile, pulled the plug from her neck, and with an emphasised swing of her hips, she walked out of the room. Will blew out a wistful sigh and began his preparations.

-----

Kimiko was riding him wildly, her face scrunched in pleasure, every inch of her body sweat-slicked and trembling from apparent exertion. She was enthusiastic and even strangely desperate in her lovemaking tonight, as if she had been starving for him to be inside of her, his hands roughly caressing her succulent figure as their hips slapped in a frantic rhythm.

“Kimiko,” he breathed with a smile, “shut down.”

Her eyes opened in apparent surprise at the sudden command before she shuddered, gave a droning sigh, and came to rest still straddling him, her head drooping low. As the quiet machinery in her powered down, Will traced the curve of her round hips, circling the pink areola at the tip of her full breasts, pressing the red-shaded swell of her lower lip that hung slightly open. He slid out from beneath her and she settled on her haunches with a faint hiss from some internal mechanism, automatically leaning forward to supporting herself with her palms.

Will crossed the room and slipped into his bed, taking a paper book from his nightstand. Making himself comfortable, he opened the book to a random chapter and pretended to read. “Kimiko,” he said absently. “Turn on.”

A low moan from her quickly rose in pitch to resume her cries of pleasure, bouncing in place for several seconds before she realized Will was no longer beneath her. She looked up amidst heavy breathing, her confusion easily apparent.

“Something wrong, Kimiko?” Will asked, turning a page in his book.

She blinked repeatedly, shaking her head. “I… I seem to be suffering from-”

“Come over here,” he interrupted, patting the bed. She slid from the couch and crossed the room with a seductive smile, her creamy thighs gliding past each other during her slow advance. She eased herself on to the large bed, crawling toward him on all fours as her smile drew wider, her plump breasts jostling with each deliberate movement.

“Kimiko,” Will said plainly just before she was upon him, “shut down.”

Surprise overtook her face once more, her mouth agape, her eyes fluttering. She seemed to meet this command with more resistance than before, but in the end her twitching head slumped forward, her body now frozen on her hands and knees.

Will tossed the book aside and moved around her, his hand sliding along her perfect skin, squeezing the plush cushioning of her backside. “Kimiko,” he said, removing his hands and positioning himself just behind her. “Turn on.”

Her body trembled amidst the slight noises of her machinery coming back online. Her head twitched back and forth, then snapped up. “Will?” she asked in confusion, looking at the empty bed in front of her. Her head gave a tiny shake. “I-I s-s-ssseeem t-to be suffering a slight-t-t-” He entered her from behind, his rock-hard member gliding into her artificial sex, and her voice caught: “aaaa slight-t-t mallllfunction-nnnnn” Her body lurched, pitching forward and then abruptly snapping back against him, her derriere slapping against his hips, driving his member deep inside of her as she emitted a clipped gasp of pleasure.

Again her body wavered awkwardly away from him before it sprang forcefully back as she continued her asymmetrical rhythm. Her supple legs tensed, artificial musculature tightening beneath her white porcelain skin. She began making the distinctive sharp, eager gasps that always preceded her climax, and Will’s hand dropped with the intention of helping her along. His fingers brushed against the bottom of her right foot, a gesture that he discovered would light her fuse to such an alarming degree that it had to be some sort of glitch. Her toes curled inward, trembling, her panting gasps becoming increasingly desperate.

“Kimiko,” he said as evenly as he could, “Shut down.”

Her escalating cries became plaintive, her head thrashing side to side. “Nnnnot yyeet-t-t-t!” She cried. “Nnnoooot…t…..” again she froze, her arms and legs tensed, her back arched. Will sat her up on the bed and despite being shut down, her body cooperated by lowering her legs to meet the floor, her hands steadying herself on either side of her. He gathered her neatly folded clothes and began to dress her, considering for a moment how much effort he was expending on this. Disregarding further speculation on what that might mean, he scooped the now dressed form of Kimiko in his arms and carried her down the hall.

----

After turning on the set lights for the café, Will joined the still-powered down form of Kimiko at the table. “Turn on,” he said casually, then realized he had forgotten to direct the command to her. But before he could repeat the command prefaced with her name, she stirred to life, squirming in her seat while her deep groans quickly became higher and more frequent.

“Kimiko, you’re acting rather peculiar,” Will offered.

Her eyes opened and took in the set, and she immediately attempted to stifle her mounting cries and settle in her chair. Her hands clenched her seat, her stocking-covered knees clamping together, the undulation of her hips grinding to a near-halt.

“Which… ahhh… which s-s-scene are we shooting?” she asked in a desperate whisper, her thighs trembling as she tried to straighten herself, then emitted another barely-contained squeal of pleasure, sweat beading across her pretty face.

“What has gotten in to you?” Will asked, feigning concern.

“I-I-I d-do nnnot nnngh! I do nnnnot-t-t-t ohhhh! I ahhh! I! I!!!” She lost all composure, bending forward, legs yawning apart, one hand clutching at her ripe bosom, the other sandwiched between her thighs. As she howled, vents opened at her chest, fans whirring audibly as her body shuddered with release.

“Kimiko, shut down,” Will said quietly, and with an arresting lurch and a droning cry, she fell forward. Her head thudded against the café table, her body now perched precariously at the edge of her seat as the fans throughout her interior were still audibly venting heat. Will carried her to the nearby office set, hurriedly posing her in her chair and queuing up a video on her screen.

He took up a position beneath her desk and gave the command, “Kimiko, turn on.” Her saw her shift slightly, giving a sultry moan as she took notice of her screen – while she adjusted herself, he noticed her head seemed to be stuck, cocked slightly to one side.

“We need to talk,” the video of Will said gravely, recreating the call from a scene they had shot last week.

“It’s g-g-good to see you, Mr. Harden,” she replied, easily settling in to the old script. She had managed to arrest most of the lingering sighs, shudders, and confusion from her prior activation, though the whining fans within her gave no sign of slowing.

“I’ve been following up on your history with Tadashi Pharmaceutical,” the video continued, “and there’s a few questions that have come up.”

“Oh?” she asked innocently.

“For starters – where did you work before? Because we could find no record of-”

As the video played on, Will gently slid his hands inside her dark skirt and slipped off her stockings, then her panties. Aside from an electric tremor along her legs, Kimiko seemed to take no notice, responding only to the video, “Did you have a specific q-q-question, Mr. Hard-den?”

“Yes,” the video replied. “What is it that you’re not telling us?”

Clutching her rump, Will urged her to the edge of her seat while her legs automatically parted. As he leaned in to her, he caught a glimpse of her looking down in confusion. “Will?” She looked back up at the screen. “T-t-ted? But you are – we are – are you – what scene are we a-a-are weee-”

Will approached her sex gingerly, knowing this would likely put an end to the evening’s fun until he could have her repaired. “I-I-I d-do not underrrrstand I-I-I do nnnot-t-t I-I-Iahhhhh!” A series of electrical popping sounds went off like a string of firecrackers, accompanied by the whining of straining machinery, and he realized that despite his attempted caution, it had proven too much for her overtaxed processors. Pulling back from her lap, Will saw her staring upward with a vacant expression, smoke wisping from her parted lips and opened vents, her neck still kinked at an odd angle, her arms locked in unnatural, bent positions at her sides.

Will pushed her wheeled chair away and crawled from under her desk, taking a seat on the rug in front of his frozen robotic co-star. “Looks like I’ve found another bug in your software,” Will said to himself with a smirk. “You know, you’d think your tech team would be grateful for the job security I’ve been provid-”

With an abrupt whining of machinery, Kimiko stood up and bowled stiffly in to him, knocking Will on to his back. She was unusually aggressive in her movements, and the moment Will recovered he barked the command, “Kimiko! Shut d-” his sentence was cut off as she performed a stiff half pirouette and promptly sat on his face.

She jerked slightly in place, each attempt to move her arms yielding only a straining mechanical whine. She then shifted, and he felt her using her heels to slide off his pants before delicately clasping his cock between her feet. He hefted her ass from his face and just as he was about to order her to shut down when she began working his manhood with a smooth, precise motion that took his breath away.

“Surrrrprised-d-d, Mister Hard-d-den?” she stammered, the delicate motion of her legs and feet unimpaired by the spasms running through her upper body. “As a ro-ro-ro-b-b-bot, I am capable of thingsss a human could neverrrrAhhhhh!” Will felt overwhelmed, pleasure coursing through him as he followed an animalistic urge and sank his teeth into the synthetic porcelain flesh of her gorgeous backside. She lost control, her feet releasing his surging manhood, her cries losing out to a burst of corrupted audio that modulated wildly when his hand clawed at her full breasts, her soft excesses coursing with heat and tinged with electricity. She kicked and writhed on top of him, her wild gyrations finally tipping her over. She fell beside him with a heavy thud, smoke and steam pouring from her pale, half-clothed form. He noticed the teeth-marks marring her otherwise flawless rump, and wondered how he was going to explain that particular detail to the techs.

“Mmmmm…” she cooed, stiffly rolling on to her back, her head wrenching to the side to look at him. One iris was locked in the corner of her eye, the other half-lidded and hazy, a better match for her soft smile. “The tech team may not appreciate your effortssszzzz,” she sighed, “but I ce-ce-certainly do.”

Will was surprised to see her still functioning, and wasn’t sure how to take her apparent gratitude. “Yeah…” A pause. “Is there… can I… if you need help-“

“Thanks to a recent update, I have expanded self-repair capabilities. And any components I am unable to fix should be left to li-licensed technicians.” She brushed his leg with her toes. “Your talents lie elsewhere…”

This behavior, her awareness and apparent ‘appreciation’ for their semi-nightly ritual was new. It made him uncomfortable, though he could not say why, and found himself rising to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it,” he muttered, pulling on his clothes and walking off the set.

Will wandered the deserted studio floor aimlessly, trying to understand why this new behavior from her was causing him such trouble. After only succeeding in frustrating himself further, he headed toward the cargo elevator, planning on taking it directly to the garage where his car would have parked itself. But just as he arrived in the loading area, he was stopped by an enormous wooden crate. It was roughly the same size as another he had seen previously and been told to disregard. That crate, as it turned out, had been Kimiko’s.

The stamped logo on this crate, Système Genèse, was not Kimiko’s manufacturer and he found himself taken with an insatiable curiosity. After a long and fruitless search for a crowbar, he finally managed to prise the lid up after tedious exertion with a screwdriver. Inside, nestled amidst packing foam, was a smooth, coffin-sized white capsule with a note affixed to the top. He removed the note and cool blue text appeared beneath the capsule’s pristine surface.

Preparing Eva…

Opening the note, he saw a single handwritten phrase: Your viewers won’t know the difference.

The capsule played a cheerful tune as the lid retracted, light spilling out from within.

==The Audition pt. 2==

Will stood in shocked silence, watching as the capsule’s retracting lid revealed the form of a sleeping woman. He corrected himself – a powered-down robot. He was alerted to this fact not just due to her being shipped in a crate to the studio, but also because her skin was an unnatural eggshell white. She was completely bald and had a pretty face, her features serene and delicate while she ‘slept’ quietly. She wore a casually fitting grey jumpsuit and in her hands was a tablet glowing with the Système Genèse logo.

Her eyes snapped open, each pools of a soft, radiant blue. “Good evening, William,” she said in an even tone, her voice tinged with a slight reverberation in case he was still uncertain of her mechanical nature. “I am Eva.” Still lying on her back, she extended her arms to offer him the tablet.

He accepted it, but never took his eyes off of her as she nimbly extracted herself from her container to stand before him. He wondered at the bundle of cables and tubing leading from between her shoulder blades back into the capsule.

“The tablet you hold explains both my basic operation and advanced features,” she said, causing him to glance down at the screen that was now displaying some sort of ‘Terms and Conditions’.

Absently scrolling past the legalese, he asked her, “What are you doing here, Eva?”

“Awaiting your command,” she said. “The tablet you hold-“

He blindly thumbed ‘accept’ on the screen and the dense contract faded, replaced by some flashy introductory text he promptly ignored. “No, I mean – who sent you? Did the network order you?”

“I am here on a complimentary trial basis, courtesy of Système Genèse. We believe you will find my capabilities far eclipse those of your current Benzaiten Electric model, Kimiko.” There was no malice or hubris in her voice, but the words still got a rise out of him.

“We’ve got enough problems with one robot on the show. And, more to the point – you don’t even look human.”

She gestured toward the tablet and he looked down to see a series of headshots, a somewhat ethnically diverse series of pretty women that seemed… familiar. He tapped on a smiling redhead for more information when he heard a sudden humming sound.

Looking up, he saw Eva ‘shifting.’ Shimmering red hair sprouted from her head, lengthening past her shoulders in a slow, auburn cascade. Her complexion warmed to a healthy pink while her face became that of a beaming blue-eyed young woman, her red lips wide in an enthusiastic smile. Her jumpsuit smoothed slightly across an expanding bust, and he thought she had perhaps brown an inch or two. The humming went quiet, the tubing at her back that had been quivering with activity fell slack, and she put her hand on her hip, shifting her weight from to one side, then the other.

“Well?” she said with a wry smile, her formerly dispassionate robotic voice now sweet and playful. “What do you think?”

“That’s… wow,” he said dumbly. “Who are you supposed to be?” The familiarity of the selection of women on the tablet still nagged at him.

“This semblance is not meant to represent any specific individual, but is rather for demonstrative purposes.”

Will tapped another portrait, a middle-eastern woman with her dark hair in a long braid. Again there was a mechanical hum and Eva shifted, her skin darkening to an olive complexion, her eyes now hazel and almond-shaped, her hair a glossy black and in the same braid as pictured. Her formerly loose-fitting jumpsuit grew more contoured as her hips and bust swelled. After the machinery went quiet, there was a pause with Eva staring blankly ahead. A moment later, she recovered her smile and gave him a wink. “The possibilities are endless,” she said, her voice huskier, more sensual. “The Réplique system allows-“

He hit another portrait, this one of a Native American woman. Eva was cut off as the machinery started once more, her hair released from its bubble-braid to hang straight, her complexion growing warmer. She grew by several inches, and the jumpsuit now fit her quite snugly, copper-hued cleavage visible behind the suit’s zipper pull. Once the transformation was complete, her newly configured face remained frozen. He wondered whether he had broken her with the abrupt transformation when she finally reanimated, fixing him with a cool smile.

“My software allows for unparalleled versatility,” she said in a deep, assured voice. “Why not try configuring me for-“

“And you’re meant to replace Kimiko?” he asked.

“With my capabilities, she would be redundant,” she said flatly.

Will wasn’t certain what he thought about this. “You know… she does more than just act on this show.”

She raised an eyebrow and stepped toward him. “Système Genèse has manufactured me to be superior to Kimiko in every regard.” She placed her toned arms around his neck, her rather heady perfume failing to completely mask what he could only describe as a ‘new car smell.’ “Why not try for yourself?” she sighed, her dark eyes closing, her pink lips parting as she leaned forward.

“Let’s see it,” Will said, pulling away. “I want your best ‘Kimiko’.”

Eva pursed her lips and stepped back, arms returning to her sides. Once more the machinery hummed to life; her skin paled, her height diminished, her features shifted subtly, her hair retracted and took on a glossy sheen. By the time the engine had stopped, he was astonished at the perfect replica standing before him – every detail, every dimple, the faint dusting of freckles, her smile…

“Are you convinced?” she asked with Kimiko’s voice, Kimiko’s accent.

“No.” The voice came from behind him – turning, he saw Kimiko. She was dressed as he had left her, her blouse opened with her breasts half revealed, her suit jacket rumpled, her waist and legs bare. As she strode past Will to meet her twin, he noticed that while her self-repair had evidently been quite successful, the bite-marks on the exposed flesh of her buttock remained.

“My programming allows me to wholly assume a role,” Kimiko – the original Kimiko – began, “enhancing it with speech patterns, quirks, and mannerisms procedurally generated based upon all character information provided. These characteristics are tuned according to explicit and perceived feedback from the director and human actors, making the character I portray unique and perfectly adapted to any production. You do not have access to the foundation that informs the character of Kimiko’s actions –you would be seen as an imposter.”

Eva smiled, turning to Will. “Rather than explain why she is wrong, I propose a simple test: we each perform in a series of scenes with Will and ask him to identify which Kimiko is the original. Assuming he cannot-“

“If he cannot,” the original Kimiko interrupted, “Then you are everything you claim to be, and I am truly redundant. Otherwise, you must concede your own shortcomings and return to your manufacturer.”

“Of course,” Eva said without losing her smile.

“Hold on,” Will said, uncertain of what was just agreed to. “Neither of you has the authority-“

“We are determining if what this robot claims is true, then committing to the logical response,” Kimiko said plainly. Turning to Eva, she added, “Follow me to wardrobe; we shall meet Will at the boardroom set in approximately five minutes.”

As the two identical robots left the loading area, Will found his curiosity piqued. He ventured to the set, took a seat at the head of the table, and waited.

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The twin Kimikos entered the set together, each dressed in a form-fitting business skirt and jacket. The only distinction between the two was the colour of their suits, one grey, one black.

“Alright,” Will began. “How does this work?”

“We each perform the same scene,” the one in black said. “In this case, when Kimiko made her presentation to your board.”

“Without a teleprompter?” Will said, his own recollection of the scene very hazy.

“Improvise if necessary,” said the one in grey.

Will smiled. This is going to be even easier than I thought. His very first scene with Kimiko had been quite noteworthy due to her inability to go off-script – assuming Eva had any capacity at all for improvisation, he would only need to note which of the two couldn’t manage any unexpected dialogue.

“After witnessing both performances,” continued grey, “you will identify which of us you believe to be the original Kimiko. If you are correct, we will repeat this to control for random chance. If incorrect, the test ends.”

Will reclined in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. “Let’s get started.”

The two left and after a brief pause, grey reentered. “Hello Mr. Harden,” she said with Kimiko’s implacable politeness. “I hope I’m not too early.”

“Not at all,” Will responded. “But there’s been a change of plans.”

“Oh?” A hint of concern in her voice.

“Forget whatever it was you were going to present. Instead, I thought you might… sing me a song.”

Grey’s brow furrowed. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“Your choice,” Will offered. “Anything but ‘Daisy Bell’, that’s just a little too staid.”

“Is this a joke, Mr. Harden?” grey asked with mounting apprehension.

“Thank you,” Will stated, certain that this was Eva – her reaction was precisely how he might expect the character of Kimiko to react, but the actroid would have no idea what to do with Will’s non-sequiturs. Still, he was having fun. “Send in the other one.”

Grey looked uncertain, but the one dressed in black was immediately at the door. Grey quietly took her leave and black strolled in. “Hello Mr. Harden,” she began in a carbon copy of the other’s opening words. “I hope I’m not too early.”

“Hello Kimiko, Let’s cancel the meeting and fuck like rabbits on top of this table. What do you say?”

Kimiko blinked, then her features darkened. “Mr. Harden! How could you be so… vulgar?!” She spat the words with genuine distaste. “I am disappointed to see that the rumors are true after all.”

As she turned to leave, Will was dumbstruck – where was the twitching, the glassy eyed stare? Just as she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder. “Don’t bother calling me until you’ve come up with both a very good excuse and a very good apology.” Then, she was gone.

Will was still trying to make sense of it when the twin Kimiko’s reentered, both smiling benignly.

“Have you made your choice?” asked the one in black.

He looked between them – there was no clue in either of their demeanor. “You,” he said, pointing to black, trying to project more certainty than he felt… But for whose benefit? “You’re the original.” Her smile broadened.

“As I mentioned before,” said the one in grey, unfazed, “to discount the effect of the random correct guess, which I believe this was, I shall have four more opportunities.”

“Then you shall fail four more times,” said Kimiko – his Kimiko – with a surprisingly smug expression. “Next, I propose we meet at the restaurant set.” The two left the room before Will could think of anything to say. While he didn’t believe there would be any binding outcome from this ‘test’, he nevertheless felt a bit of tension.

By the time he made his way to the restaurant, one of the Kimikos was already standing by the ‘entrance’ wearing a black evening dress that showcased her curves admirably, her hair pinned neatly, her face expertly made up. “You look beautiful tonight, Ms. Sato.”

“I would have expected a bit more effort on your part, Mr. Harden,” she teased – apparently she wasn’t going to ignore that he was a little disheveled in his current outfit. He would have considered this a dead giveaway that he was dealing with Eva had it not been for his last encounter.

“Sorry, didn’t have time to change,” he offered, gesturing for her to lead the way to their table on the deserted set. Suddenly, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Yes?” she said, curiously.

Without warning, he flipped up the hem of her dress to expose her luscious backside. “M-mister Harden!” she stammered, swatting at his hand – he ignored her, taking note that through the sheer nylon of her tights, partially obscured by the v-shaped panties tightly hugging her curves her was a bite-mark.

“It’s you,” he said firmly, furnishing her ass with an affectionate pinch. “I don’t need to see the other one.”

She relaxed, looking over her shoulder with a smile. “And that concludes our test.”

Will smiled back before the words sunk in. “Wait – concludes?” He looked at her, then around the room. The other Kimiko had stepped on to the set wearing a dazzling red dress, her eyes distant, her smile plastic.

“But… I don’t understand! That mark…”

“On my right cheek? I noticed it when we were changing and adapted accordingly,” Eva said matter-of-factly. “I am able to incorporate every aspect of Kimiko or any other-“

“Yeah, that’s great,” Will interrupted, looking at Kimiko who was still staring off into nothing. “Kimiko, this doesn’t mean you’re being replaced,” he said hurriedly, surprised at the urgent tone of his voice.

“It appears I already have been,” Kimiko said, her words devoid of emotion. “If you cannot distinguish between us, no one can.” She turned stiffly to leave. “I am certain the others will agree, Eva is the superior product.”

“Kimiko! Stop! God dammit, listen to me!”

Eva spun him to face her, wearing Kimiko’s smile. “I assure you that I am capable of filling any role she performed for you. Whatever it is you’re worried you are losing-“

“I want you to change,” Will growled.

“You will need to be more specific,” she said, still smiling.

“Anything. Just not her.”

Her smile faltered and she spoke apologetically. “Independent of my crèche I can effect small changes, such as the blemish you saw – but for bodily changes, I must be connected.”

Will had a thought. “If you were to suffer from any sort of malfunction… could the techs here repair you?”

“In the unlikely event that I need servicing beyond basic maintenance, I am afraid that any repair must be performed by Système Genèse. My complexity is far greater than models such as Kimiko-”

“Let’s get you to your crèche,” Will said, leaving the set. Obediently, Eva followed.

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Eva pulled the cabling from her crèche, attaching it without looking to a large port that opened between her shoulder blades, exposed through the low slung back of the dress. She gave it a slight twist, then paused while a chime sounded. She scooped the tablet from the crèche and handed it to him, the display showing the array of pretty portraits. He scanned through them and took note of a few he thought might work for what he planned. “How about…” he tapped the image of a waifish, chipper, green-eyed blonde with flowing golden hair.

Eva’s figure stiffened amidst the humming and she promptly lost Kimiko’s curves, the dress now voluminous on her slender figure. Her pert but far more modest bust was visible behind the empty D-cups of her bra. Will was surprised at the torrent of blonde hair that grew from her scalp in shimmering waves, extending past her shoulders, her waist, even reaching the floor.

“That has to be a glitch,” Will muttered.

“Nope!” said Eva brightly, easily shrugging off the oversized dress that fell in a pool of silk beside the trailing ends of her hair. She took a spritely hop toward him and her hands began to coyishly tug at his shirt. “So Will – you gonna play with that tablet all night, or are you-?”

Will prodded another portrait and Eva gritted her teeth, green eyes opening wide as they became a soft brown. Her figure developed slightly, the hair withdrawing and darkening from blonde to black, until she was left with a shoulder-length ebony bob. As before, the pause after this second quick transformation was longer. “Oh my,” she finally said, her red lips pursing. “Aren’t we fickle?” Before Will could make his next selection, she slid up against him, her alabaster skin warm and yielding. As her petal-soft lips nuzzled against his neck, she snatched the tablet away from him, setting it gently on the ground.

“Hey!” he objected. “Who were you built for if not the fickle?”

In response she kissed him firmly, her hand undoing his slacks, pulling out his cock while she wriggled free of her tights and panties. As she was reaching behind herself to detach the cabling, he took her wrist and brought her hand to his loins. She grasped him in her palm, guiding him in to her as she mounted him with a muffled squeak, both still standing.

Easily hoisting her off her feet, he held her as she worked her hips against his, her hands urging his face to her supple breasts. As he took a stiffening nipple in to his mouth, her hand moved behind her to make another attempt at detaching the cable. Once more he seized her wrist and with a bit of struggle, got on his back with her straddling him.

Her face scrunched in protest as she panted the words, “The… hah… cables only im-p-pede… what I wish… ohhh… to do to you… ahhh!”

“I was just thinking the opposite,” he said, and blindly prodded the tablet lying beside them.

“N-n-not during-!” she cried before the machinery spun up, her body growing rigid as she underwent another transformation. This time instead of being a smooth process, it came in spurts – her bust bouncing as it swelled two cup sizes, her complexion banded in different shades before it settled on a dusky brown, her hair bursting out in a dark corona, then falling in thick chestnut curls. He felt her sex spasm as her hips convulsed into an hourglass figure, strange white fluid coursing from inside her. She remained frozen as he pumped himself into drenched pussy, her expression stunned until she finally ‘came to’ with an unnatural wrenching of her neck, her dark eyes wild and unfocused.

“Y-you ahhh! will d-d-damage m-me nnnngh! i-if y-y-you-!“

He hit the tablet again and her legs kicked up and she rocked backward, stiffening into an unbalanced sitting position and he steadied her with an arm around her waist. The machine chuffed as her skin discolored in swatches, first grey, then lavender, and finally a pale green. Her hair straightened and kinked at random intervals, resulting in a dark tangle that fell messily about a face whose regal bearing was compromised by an open-mouthed, wide eyed expression of disbelief. Her curves quivered with energy and he felt his cock coarsely massaged by a maelstrom of convulsion within her trembling sex.

There was a slight wheezing to the machinery now as it sputtered unevenly, her rigid body emitting strange squeaks and whines. She abruptly lurched forward, rocking on his pelvis, one outstretched foot slamming down upon his wrist just as he was about to strike the tablet again.

“Enough ch-changeszzzz,” she growled in a deep, feminine voice, her body jerking while electrical buzzing sounds burst sporadically from within her. She leaned in, grinding her still-trembling sex against him forcefully, contempt evident in her baleful yellow eyes and purple eyelids beneath plucked brows. “A-p-preciate what you h-have,” she whispered in a malevolent purr, forcing his still-searching hand from beneath her foot to her heavy, jostling tits.

“My advice as well,” came a voice from beside them, and both turned to see Kimiko make a selection the tablet.

Eva gave a defiant howl and gnashed her glaringly white teeth, her body continuing its ferocious rhythm despite the machine’s activation. Kimiko seized the cabling running from Eva’s back and with two sharp tugs, ripped it from its mooring in a hail of sparks and fluid.

The eyes of the Système Genèse actroid gawked as her body shuddered electrically. The humming inside of her rose sharply into a quavering buzz before her stunned, morphing face was blown off, intricate machinery working frantically, uselessly in the cavity beneath. Her tits blossomed and shrank unevenly in Will’s hand until he provided a nipple with a light tweak. The façade of her chest burst away as a solid panel, wires and tubing tearing free from their housing amidst the failing machinery of her body.

Another thrust from him and he felt her sex convulse and then lock up. There was a hissing sound punctuated with a loud popping, bright flashes visible through the internal wires and metal of her exposed torso.

Kimiko gave the faceless, smoking body a shove and it toppled head-first into an undignified heap, its well-formed posterior raised prominently and quivering as Eva’s machinery continued in its decline.

Kimiko smiled and sat herself upon Will’s fluid-slicked crotch, the press of her feeling warm and familiar.

“I thought you had fully embraced your… obsolescence?” Will asked with a smile.

“No,” she said simply. “I realized I did not wish to concede, even if this reprieve is only temporary.”

He gave a wistful smile. “Still, I feel we might have been a bit hard on Eva,” he said, patting her green backside. With a pop it jolted loose, smacking against the hard floor as her body settled with a groan.

“It wouldn’t be fair to her if she didn’t know what she was in for…” Kimiko gave her hips a slight wiggle. “…working with you.”

Will chuckled, pulling the actroid to him.
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Five Nights at Fanny's

2016-09-24T01:51:43Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

="Five Nights at Fanny's" by LongTimeLurker=
==Night One==
Mike approached the dilapidated brick building with growing skepticism, wondering who in their right mind would hire a night watchman for a condemned pizza parlor. Oh well, it didn’t matter if they were crazy, just so long as they could cut a check… but that thought just brought him back to the whole ‘failed business’ thing.

He glanced up at the unlit sign: “Fanny Fazbear’s Pizza”. Beside it was the titular mascot roughly outlined in neon, a rosy-cheeked girl with bear ears, wearing a strangely predatory grin. Posters covered the windows, each featuring either Fanny or one of her ‘Fabulous Friends’, members of an all-girl animatronic band with surprisingly shapely bodies and revealing uniforms for a children’s restaurant.

A taped notice on the front door read, “To the new night watchman: let yourself in, the office is down the hall on your left.” Apparently the trend of not meeting with a single person during the entire application process was going to continue. His “orientation package” had been mailed directly to him, consisting of nothing more than a keyring, a stained placemat naming the restaurant’s mascots, some legal papers he was meant to sign, and a uniform of khakis, a dress shirt and a tie. Digging out the keys, he let himself in.

His concerns about being paid were buoyed slightly by the orderly interior, the chairs neatly put up on the tables, the floor swept, everything in the kitchen put away – in fact, if it weren’t for the thin layer of dust, everything looked ready to open tomorrow.

Crossing the main dining hall, Mike approached the parlor’s main draw –a small stage, upon which stood Fanny and her Friends. Fanny herself was posed with a microphone in hand – and just as the neon sign had depicted, her toothy smile was deeply unsettling. As the band’s lead singer, she had the fanciest outfit – a rose-pink dress whose frilled-lace skirt left her jointed-knees exposed, her bare arms revealing similar animatronic joints at her elbows and wrists. The dress was also cut low enough to show a surprising amount of cleavage, and at his current eye level, he couldn’t help but stare at her bare thighs. He wondered what was beneath the white frills of her skirt, but shook his head, muttering, “Dude, she’s just a singing theme park attraction.” Looking back at her grinning, rosy-cheeked face, he noticed the two fuzzy bear ears sprouting from her honey-colored hair, a dainty top hat perched between them.

Behind her stood “Chica”, a bright yellow animatronic dressed far more simply in a pink bikini bottom slung over her broad hips and a tight-fitting white t-shirt, the word’s “Let’s Party!” riding the swells of her very prominent bust. Similar to Fanny’s token ‘bear-ness’, she had a few ‘bird-like’ qualities, her full lips painted a chicken-beak orange, a tuft of cartoonish feathers rising from her head, her feet encased in heeled orange ankle boots. Even more animatronic joints were exposed compared to Fanny thanks to her skimpy attire, sizeable seams opening at her hips and abdomen, windows to the machinery faintly visible within.

The last of the band was “Bonnie”, a blue-haired animatronic girl with bunny ears holding a guitar, frozen mid-strum. She wore a black fitted teddy and a red bow-tie, a blue puffball tail pinned above a rump that, children’s restaurant or no, the designer had seen fit to define in loving detail. Her legs were painted a sheer color, as if she were wearing stockings, though the joints at her knees, ankles, and hips spoiled the illusion.

As Mike passed by the animatronic trio, he found it odd that they seemed to be the only things in the place untouched by dust. He spared another glance at Fanny’s skirt, his curiosity stirring once more. “I just gotta know,” he said to no one, “How sick were the guys that built you?” He took a step toward the stage, reaching out a hand to lift her skirt, when a sudden noise made him look up – directly into Fanny’s wide-eyed grin. Not just Fanny – all of them, teeth exposed in that same hungry smile.

Mike froze – hadn’t they been looking straight ahead? His eyes flicked between them, each animatronic girl totally inanimate, their eyes glassy, dead. Why was he freaking out? Was it really so unusual that animatronics might move, or even track people who got close? Nevertheless, Mike decided that the question of what was beneath Fanny’s skirt could wait. Sparing a few furtive glances over his shoulder, Mike hurried to the office.

No one was there either, not that he was surprised – a few monitors were set against the wall, all of them dark save one showing Fanny’s stage. A console beneath offered a simple bank of controls, a flashlight, and a tape recorder with a post-it reading, “Press play.” Settling into a creaking wooden rolling chair, Mike hit the ‘play’ button.

After a hiss of static, an emphatic voice burst out, “Hi there! I wanted to record something to help you get settled in on you first night. I’m actually on my last week here, on the day shift! Yeah, I got to switch after… l-look, not important. Let’s just focus on what you’ll need to get through this. Oh yeah, did you sign that waiver? Just leave it on the desk, I’ll pick it up in the morning.”

Get through this? Mike shifted uneasily in his chair, glancing at the waiver’s contents for the first time, noticing clauses absolving Fazbear Entertainment of death and grievous injury appearing with frightening regularity – especially for a kid-friendly pizza parlor.

“So,” continued the voice of the dayshift guy, losing some of that initial burst enthusiasm, “Fanny and the gang can be a bit… quirky at night. They might wander around a bit, which is fine. Your job is to make sure they don’t stray from the premises. Th-they need to be decommissioned, but the last time we tried that, hoo-boy! They did not like that! N-not one bit. There’s still stains over by the… So yeah, management is working out what to do next, but in the meantime, someone needs to be here to make sure Fanny and company don’t leave the building.”

Mike was sure this was some kind of prank. He glanced at the monitor showing Fanny, Chica, and Bonnie were all right where he last saw them.

“N-now, if you run into any of them, at night they tend to get a bit… cuddly. Which is fine. Well, mostly fine. Y-you see, they can also get jealous if they see with another animatronic. And they’re not gonna take it out on their friend, oh no, they’re gonna take it out on you. So don’t let that happen. You’re probably better off avoiding them altogether. Unless they’re trying to get out! But hey, the first night should be a breeze. Things tend to be pretty calm at the beginning of the week. You’ll be fine. I’ll have more for you tomorrow. A-alright, good night!”

Mike had no idea what to think. Was this some kind of hidden camera thing? A psychological experiment? He stared at the monitor showing the stage, looking for any sign of movement from Fanny and the others. Nothing. Mike hit ‘stop’ on the tape player and pulled out his homework and a pack of caffeine pills – at least it was quiet enough here that he could focus on getting some work done.

Throughout the night, he couldn’t help but keep glancing up at the monitor – and no matter how frequently he checked, he never saw the slightest change in the three leering animatronic band members. It wasn’t until hours later, when he wasn’t even watching the screens, that he noticed a flicker of movement. Peering up from his textbook, and he stared at the monitor showing the stage. Nope – both still there. Stifling a yawn and rubbing his bleary eyes, he returned to his textbook.

Both still there…

His head snapped up, and he realized that it was just Fanny and Bonnie on the stage. Chica was nowhere to be seen. He mashed the buttons on the control console, cycling through the available cameras – there! In the shadows of the kitchen, a dark silhouette stood unmoving, curvy enough to be the missing band member.

“Somebody is fucking with me,” Mike said, perhaps louder than necessary. “Well, I’m not gonna just sit here…” Despite his insistence, it took several minutes of watching the monitor before he worked up the nerve to grab his flashlight and head out into the kitchen.

At first he just listened, the fear of being seen preventing him from thumbing the flashlight’s power. Aside from his own breathing, there was only the hum of a refrigerator, the sound of the wind outside, then a faint mechanical whirring behind him. Mike spun and hit the button, a spotlight illuminating the colorful words, “Let’s Party!” approaching fast. He stumbled back as a very articulate animatronic female form pressed up against him, backing him up against a pizza oven as the soft material of her breasts compressed against his chest. Her purple eyes locked with his, a smile spreading over her orange lips as she said in an enthusiastic chirp, “Well… you’re new.”

Mike swallowed, looking for some sign that this wasn’t what it appeared to be, that this wasn’t a very well-endowed animatronic bird girl coming on rather strong to him – but he could see from her numerous joints that it really was just whirring machinery beneath her yellow exterior.

“What’s the matter?” she cooed, servos whining as she raised a thigh up beside him, sliding her bikini-clad pelvis against his.

“You can’t be real,” he said quickly.

“See for yourself,” she squeaked, taking his hand and running it under her tight-fitting shirt. ‘Real’ wouldn’t have been his first choice in describing the soft mounds beneath: perhaps ‘substantial’. Soft, too… and surprisingly warm. As he groped his way to a better understanding of his situation, the robotic bird-girl moaned several registers lower than before, her animatronics buzzing more loudly as her body began to grind against his, artificial nipples visibly stiffening around “Let’s” and “Party!”

“Oh god!” she sighed, “Fuck me right this instant or I swear I’m gonna explode!”

Mike found himself rather amenable to this request, but was uncertain about the logistics of it. He slid his free hand down the front of her pink bikini briefs, discovering the automaton’s fully-realized and rapidly warming sex. His fingers teased along smooth folds, soliciting a shuddering gasp and a hastening mechanical whine, sparks sputtering from the seams in her body. “Yes!” she squealed. “Now! Now!”

He had to hold her recklessly rutting body and its protesting machinery at bay to get himself out of uniform. Though once he pulled his shirt from over his head, he noticed a pair of red pinpricks burning in the darkness behind Chica.

“Of course!” piped a shrill voice, and from the shadows emerged Bonnie, her eyes blazing red, a mechanical hum accompanying every stiff step. “You could have had this sweet piece of cotton tail, but instead you’re boinking the first thing that crosses your path!” Her hand shot out, snatching a kitchen knife.

“W-wait!” Mike insisted, “Put down the knife and… you can join us!“

“What?” the yellow automaton pouted, her high-pitched voice developing a threatening edge as she pulled away. “You mean I’m not enough for you?!”

“Look, if either of you kill me, nobody’s getting laid!” he pointed out, Bonnie now well within stabbing distance, the eyes of both robots flaring red.

“Choose!” they demanded in unison from either side of him, folding their arms over their prodigious chests.

“I… uh…” Mike was sweating, looking for a way out. He took a step back, but his ankle caught on his pants and he fell backward on to the kitchen floor. The two automatons closed in, reaching toward him. Mike closed his eyes, hoping only that it would be quick – somewhere, a digital clock chime rang out.

After several moments of silence, he opened one eye to see the two automatons standing, their formerly red eyes now glassy and vacant. “Welcome to Fanny Fazbear’s!” exclaimed Bonnie. Chica added in an even higher voice, “I hope you’re having a pizzariffic day!” The two stiffly retreated from the kitchen in the direction of the stage.

He was dressed in a flash, and ran full speed at the exit, crashing against the door. He wasn’t entirely surprised to discover that all the doors, even the one marked ‘fire exit’, were locked. With a nervous glance at the stage where Chica and Bonnie were resuming their former positions (and where Fanny herself had seemingly not moved at all), he rushed back to the office, hastily grabbed all his stuff, and after returning to the exit and fumbling with the lock, he managed to get out the front door. He stumbled about in the pre-dawn light, his breath came in panicked gulps. “What the fuck is this place?!” he gasped, staring at the posters that showed the automatons capering wildly, each holding a slice of pepperoni pizza.

“I should call the cops!” he said to himself, walking toward his parked car. “The news, too! A pizza parlor filled with killer, sex-crazed robots. I could probably sell the story… get paid for it, even. ‘One night at Fanny’s’.”

Back at his apartment, he had his phone in his hand… but for some reason, he wasn’t dialing. “I need proof.” What about the recordings from the day watch guy? The animatronics themselves? Did the restaurant tape any of the surveillance footage? He decided it had to be more than that – he’d grab his buddy’s camera and get the footage himself. And he was very certain that none of this was because he’d get another chance at those very willing animatronic girls.

Besides, he thought, ‘Two Nights at Fanny’s’ has a better ring to it.
==Night Two==
Mike passed by the stage, pointing his camera at Fanny and the band. “Sure, they look like normal animatronics,” he narrated, “but check this out.” He pulled down Chica’s pink bottoms to reveal… a completely smooth plastic crotch? He poked it – solid. “She had, like, a full on… she…” Mike switched off the camera and hurried to the office. Had he just imagined it? Was he going insane?

The flashlight had been returned to the office desk, set next to the tape recorder with another post-it reading, ‘Great job!’ He hit play, the day watchman’s unsteady voice echoing from the speakers.

“See, what’d I tell you? No problem. I’ll keep this short though, they get more active as the week progresses. A-also, some slightly bad news. I mean, it’s fine. But… Foxy over in ‘Pirate’s Cove’ has started moving around again. And here I thought she was down! Foxy is… unpredictable. She’s not necessarily interested in ‘cuddling’. Stay away, if you can. If you can’t… she’s got this thing with her tail you could try. Oh, and don’t let her out of course! You’ll be fine. Well… t-talk to you tomorrow!”

Foxy? Mike cycled through the cameras, finding one with a stage marked ‘Pirate’s Cove’. But instead of another automaton, it was just a drawn curtain with a posted sign that read Sorry! Out of Order.

He set up his camera and waited, periodically flipping between Fanny’s stage and Pirate’s Cove, seeing no change in either. He was starting to think last night really had been some kind of sleep deprived hallucination. Sex-crazed robots? Please. He just needed more sleep. He thought those had been caffeine pills, but maybe...

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” a girlish voice sighed behind him – he whirled around to see Chica, her panties still halfway down her thighs – only this time, he saw the bright yellow labia of the hairless sex he had felt the night before. Machinery clicked and whirred as she sauntered toward him, hips swaying, her half-removed panties only allowing her small steps. He glanced at the monitor, seeing Bonnie and Fanny still frozen on stage. Clicking a button, he saw the Pirate’s Cove was also unchanged.

“Are those camera’s more interesting than me?” she asked, her arms reaching around him, jointed fingers working at his pants.

“Just making sure we won’t be disturbed!” He stepped around her, bending her over the console so he could keep the monitor in view. He hit ‘record’ on the camera he had borrowed, adjusting the lens to face them (he hadn’t planned on this being a sex-tape, but oh well!), then positioned himself to enter her from behind, when he started getting nervous about the open gaps around her hips.

“What’s the hold-up?” she asked, her neck whirring as she glanced over her shoulder.

“It’s just… you’ve got a lot of… open bits? I don’t want to get pinched…”

“Well if anything got into my seams it would be even less fun for me!” Impatiently she reached behind, grabbed his cock, and guided him into her animatronic pussy. Immediately her machinery began to hum, her body rattling as she let out a tinny groan.

Mike started slow, testing her hot, tight sex, her trembling body, finding she seemed sturdy enough - soon he was pounding away as she squealed with abandon, her chassis producing buzzing and crackling sounds as sparks shot out from her with every slap of her cheerfully painted plastic ass against his unrelenting hips.

Sparing a glance at the monitor, his heart stopped when he saw a figure leaning out from the curtain at Pirate’s Cove. A red-haired vixen in an eye patch stared at the camera with a delirious smile, two fox-ears topping her head; one was covered in fur, the other’s internal mechanisms exposed and hanging slightly limp. Her frilled blouse was open, and above her ripe breasts was a rent in her frame, an ominous red light shining from within.

“D-don’t stop!” demanded Chica, raising on her toes to force her shuddering, sparking hindquarters into him. But before Mike could resume his pumping, he heard Bonnie’s voice cry out, “And here I find you again!”

“Hi B-b-bonnie!” chirped Chica, happily bucking her hips.

“Wait, Bonnie!” Mike protested as she approached. “I’m just warming up with Chica here, you’re the one I really want!”

This had the effect of stopping Bonnie, but Chica seemed incensed, her flaring red eyes reflecting in the dead monitors. “Warming up!? How about I warm you up by stuffing you into an oven!”

Looking around frantically, Mike saw the flashlight and grabbed it, trying to wedge it into one of gaps in her frame, but none seemed large enough.

“Just what do you think you’re doing!?” snarled Chica, her playful tone absent, her hips freezing. Mike pumped desperately, reaching up under her tight t-shirt, teasing one of her firm nipples. She groaned, the red in her eyes flickering, her back arching upward, the seam at her abdomen widening – it was enough. He rammed the flashlight into the opening, jumping back as he felt a sudden shock.

Chica spun to face him, the flashlight still wedged in her torso which was emitting a terrible grinding sound, tendrils of electricity dancing around the foreign object. “W-w-wwwwarming uuup-p-p?!” she growled, eyes flaring red, taking a step toward him. Something inside her gave way with a loud electrical pop, white smoke pouring from several openings.

“Warrrminnnnnnggggg-“ another step, another pop. Her entire body rattled violently, her rosy cheeks glowing incandescent, white fluid dripping from her sparking sex. Her shirt was pulled back, leaving one yellow tit exposed, a tongue of electricity licking across her pink nipple like it was a spark plug, her breast jiggling with her mechanical convulsions.

“Ssssoooo wwwarmmmed uuuup-“ she groaned, her voice distorted. Mike noticed Bonnie was taking shelter in one of the exists, and Mike dove into the other, as the electrical storm coursing across Chica grew in intensity.

One of her hands closed around the flashlight and with a few halting jerks, she managed to pull it free. Chica squeaked an indecipherable phrase as electricity poured from her in a blistering fury – the automaton struggled to take another step, her internals groaning in defiance, and was then blown to pieces in an explosion of electricity and blue flame. Animatronic machinery and bright yellow plastic pelted the walls and ceiling of the office, a scrap of charred white fabric fluttering by Mike, emblazoned with the word “Party!”

He wasn’t sure how Bonnie would react to him blowing up her band-mate, but she only regarded him with a sultry smile from across the office. “You warmed up yet?”

“Uhh… just a sec,” Mike said, running to the console, cursing when he noticed his borrowed camera had been knocked off the desk and shattered on the tiled floor. “I’ll worry about that later!” He checked the monitor – Pirate’s Cove was empty. Another curse, he cycled quickly through the feeds, finally catching sight of Foxy, rushing through the private party area toward the office hallway, her fluffed tail swishing excitedly.

Mike sprinted toward the other exit, the animatronic Bonnie watching him in confusion, then rushing after him. As her servos churned, she called, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away from Foxy!”

“Oh,” accepted Bonnie, adding, “She’s crazy!”

Mike considered hiding in the restrooms, but that was a dead end. He kept moving, rushing through the dining hall where Fanny remained stock-still, then found himself at Pirate’s Cove. Maybe this was the safest place? Would Foxy come back here before the night was up? He slipped past the curtain on to Foxy’s stage, Bonnie leaping on to the stage behind him, her tall heels drumming loudly upon the hollow platform.

Mike grabbed her and held her still. “Shhhh!” he insisted, her animatronics making faint protests as she squirmed in his arms.

“Don’t shush me! We don’t have much time at this point!” she pouted, “thanks to you and all your ‘warming up’.”

He brushed a hand against her groin and she quieted, servos whining as she closed her warming thighs over his hand. Lying her down on the floor, with one eye watching out of the curtain gap, he slipped his fingers beneath her teddy and worked her synthetic sex tenderly, trying to walk the line of her being both placated and quiet. At first it seemed to work; the small whirrs and clicks she made along with her delicate sighs couldn’t have been heard outside of the room. But the balance kept tipping as she moaned louder, demanding more – and every time he stepped up his efforts, she only made more noise.

“The thing you need to understand-“ he began in a harsh whisper, when suddenly, the curtains parted, and there stood Foxy – she was dressed in a low-cut frilled blouse, a red sarong tied at her waist, high on one hip so that her tanned thigh and pelvic seams were exposed, as well as a hint of white panties beneath. “What do we have here?” she cried, her one eye glowing red, her fox’s tail twitching.

“Almost th-there!” Bonnie moaned. “P-please, just a little more!”

Foxy crouched beside them, glaring at Mike. “Could you maybe hurry this along?” Leaning over Bonnie’s straining body, said, “Y’know, she loves it when you…” Foxy tugged down Bonnie’s teddy, then stuck out her pink tongue, flitting it over Bonnie’s nipples. Mike felt a rush of warm fluid over his fingers as Bonnie cried out in exultant joy, sparks bursting like fireworks from her seams.

“Now?” Foxy asked, her red eye fixed on Mike.

“S-sure…” Bonnie sighed, her eyelids clicking shut.

Remember what the dayshift guy had said, Mike quickly reached out and grabbed Foxy’s tail, giving it a gentle but firm tug as he ran his fingers along its length. She froze, wide eyed, a look of stunned bliss on her face as her exposed animatronic ear twitched uncertainly, the light from the tear at her clavicle throbbing. He repeated the gesture, following it with a slap where her sarong left part of her ass exposed. Her shapely body buzzed and ticked, blue sparks squirting from the open machinery of her neck. Feeling he had the situation well in hand, Mike sat up, sliding a hand beneath her panties.

“It’s t-too m-much,” she protested, her body quaking as he continued to stroke her tail, his other hand brushing her animatronic labia. “Y-you’ll mmmake me <ahhh!> y-you’ll mmmaaake me explode!” Mike worked her harder, faster, Foxy’s body quivering as her servos whined and clicked, heat coursing from her sex, her moans becoming frantic cries of pleasure. He could feel the electricity tingling across her, a burning electrical smell filling the air, her red hair whipping across his chest as her head swiveled and swung with impossible speed. “Y-y-youuu <ahhh!> willll mmmmake <ohhhh!> mmmeeee <nnnnngh!!!>-“

In this distance, he heard a digitized chime. In an instant, Foxy froze. He felt her sex ‘seal up’, forcing his slick fingers out of her while she abruptly stood, readjusting her blouse and sarong, striking a pose with her arms akimbo as her machinery quieted, then went silent.

Bonnie sat up robotically and, after fixing her teddy, marched in a stiff-legged gait toward the main stage.

“Please step off the stage, matey!” Foxy stated absently – but the tone was such that he obeyed without hesitation, feeling that even when the animatronics were in this state, they were far from defenseless.

“Alrighty,” Mike mumbled as he stalked to the office to collect his things, already formulating tomorrow's plan, “three nights at Fanny’s!”

==Night Three==
“What do you mean you broke my camera?! After one day!? Are you kidding me?!”

Mike flinched from the receiver, cautiously returning it to his ear once the shouting had stopped, “Listen, I can get you a new one, a better one, it’s just… right now I’m in this crazy shit you would not believe-“

“And what crazy shit is that?”

Mike considered telling him the truth, and even (for a brief moment) considered inviting him along to see for himself. But in the end, he decided the best thing to do was to keep his friend out of it. “Like I said, there’s no way you’d believe me if I didn’t have it on tape, hence my need for a camera! So… um… I know you’ve got another one, right? Maybe you could…” There was a distinct click. “…ummm… hello?”

He hung up the phone, looking at his options… the loss of a camera didn’t strike him as that big of a deal. He had actually been spending more time responsibly envisioning one-on-one scenarios with the remaining animatronics out of concern for his own safety than fantasizing about blowing the lid off of this Fazbear Entertainment… cover-up? Conspiracy? Whatever. That would still happen, of course.

And during all of this, the thought of simply not going to work didn’t occur to him at all.

-----

The main stage was now only occupied by Fanny and Bonnie. “That should make tonight easier,” Mike muttered, noting the empty space where Chica had been. He watched Fanny apprehensively as he passed, the only one of the animatronics who had yet to do anything. Maybe she was broken? Or specifically not broken in the way the others were?

In the office he found no evidence of Chica’s explosion, save for a few scuffs and scorches on the black and white tile. It looked like the tape recorder had survived, a fresh post-it reading, ‘Keep it up!’ He hit ‘play’ and began checking the camera feeds.

“Wow, you managed to decommission Chica! I don’t know how you did it, but she was long overdue. Of course, the others are too. But best not to press your luck. A-and really, I hope Fanny doesn’t take it personally. Chica did great backing vocals. No, it’ll be fine.

“Sooo… you made it to hump day! You’re in the home stretch. Just… keep doing what you’ve been doing! Umm… OK. See you on the flip side.”

No movement from the stage or Pirate’s Cove. His plan was to subdue Bonnie as quickly as possible (she seemed relatively easy), get to Foxy, do the tail thing until she popped – then it’d just be Fanny left. Dayshift guy hadn’t given any specific warning against the lead-singer, so he figured she’d be simple enough to handle on her own. Mike realized he had lingered on the honey-blonde singer in her low-cut, high-waisted pink frills for too long, and flicked back to Pirate’s Cove – empty. He didn’t want Foxy to catch him here, since the first place Bonnie would look for him. But before he was out of his chair, he already heard Foxy’s servos straining at a feverous pitch from the hall.

Mike escaped through room’s only other exit, looking for somewhere to hide in the kitchen when he was suddenly tackled from behind. He rolled in a tangle with his assailant, ending up on his back with Foxy straddling him, her red hair hanging disheveled in front of her one good eye. “You’re not getting away that easily,” she purred, whipping off her red sarong with a flourish, her panty-clad crotch sliding to meet his stiffening groin with a faint mechanized whine. He reached for her tail, only to have his arm slammed to the ground, her right hand sprouting wicked claws. “I’m quite sensitive about my tail,” she calmly explained, her clawed hand walking up his chest, “and you were rather reckless the last time you got a hold of me, weren’t you?” A razor-sharp talon rasped along the stubble of his throat.

Mike swallowed, holding as still as possible. “I thought that’s how you liked it…”

“Let me show you how I like it!” she growled, tearing off his clothes as her machinery hummed in anticipation. She flicked her claw along the front of her white panties, neatly tearing a clean vertical slit in the fabric, and then drove his rigid member through it as she thrust herself upon him with a throaty moan. As she rode him savagely, he reached again for her tail, but quickly withdrew when she raised her clawed hand with a series of sharp snipping motions.

He diverted his hand to the frilled blouse that could only just contain her bouncing tits, a slight tug on the low collar freeing them both. Sparks shot from her neck as he fondled her, her hips faltering when he gave her nipples a tender pinch. Soon he was the one setting the rhythm, her servos only working in response to his own pumping, her once aggressive moans replaced by desperate, higher-pitched cries. With each subsequent thrust, Foxy’s machinery spun up louder, her head lolling on her animatronic neck, eyes clenching tightly shut, her poised taloned hand drooping at the wrist…

Mike’s hand shot out, taking hold of her tail and giving it a sharp tug; she gasped, her eyes flying open, claws whistling toward his face. Another tug and she froze, a ring of sparks flowering from her neck, the tips of the claws tickling the tip of his nose. His hand glided up and down her soft tail as it stiffened and thrummed, her hips bucking in stuttering thrusts as he felt the inside of her grow warm and wet, then hot and drenched.

“I-it’s <nnnngh!> I-t’s t-t-too much!” she moaned, electrical energy spidering across her trembling body. He gave her taut backside a swat and some component inside her trumpeted a surrender with an electrical whine. Her face froze in a dumbfounded expression, eyes and mouth agape, and she fell forward, white smoke venting from her seams. She landed face down with her tail in the air, Mike scrambling for safety as the noise from her internal workings accelerated to a dangerous pitch and showed no signs of slowing.

Suddenly, music blared from the restaurant speakers, a rousing stirring of strings, then an unfamiliar woman’s voice singing out, “To-ré-a-dor, en garde! To-ré-a-dor! To-ré-a-dor!”

Foxy stirred, haltingly picking herself up from the floor, her body twitching from an occasional electrical discharge. Her eye flared red as she turned it to where Mike peered from behind an oven. With no forewarning, she sprang, bowling toward him with her claws raised. He jerked to one side and she slashed, catching his arm before her momentum send her careening into a shelf of pots and pans with a thunderous crash. In stiff movements she righted herself, wracked by frequent bursts of electricity. Her teeth were clenched in a feral smile and he saw her eyepatch had been knocked askew, a second red eye glowing from within its metal socket. He grabbed a wooden pizza peel, holding it defensively.

“Toréador, l'amour,” the voice sang, “l'amour t'attend!”

Again Foxy charged, but the prior collision had damaged her leg, much of the workings now visible beneath her torn shell – he spun to the side, swinging the peel in a broad arc, its flat wooden surface connecting with her backside to produce a satisfying smack. Her eyes snapped wide open, a chocked and digitized gasp echoing from her speakers as she stumbled forward, electricity blazing from the point of impact, her internals spinning hopelessly out of control. Foxy pitched wildly about, her animatronic legs flailing out in increasingly desperate attempts to keep her upright as sparks shot from her straining mechanisms. She slammed into a table and collapsed across it, hands grasping its edge for support. She struggled to right herself, but her uncooperative animatronics only produced trembling gyrations of her outthrust posterior.

He heard someone humming along to the music, and Bonnie was suddenly beside him, grabbing the peel from his hands and skipping over to where Foxy remained bent over. Squaring her feet like she was going up to bat, Bonnie wound back with the peel and swung, halting mere inches from Foxy’s quivering backside: the fox-girl’s cheeks clenching the fabric of her torn panties as the wind from the swing stirred her fluffed tail, and she emitted a scarcely audible moan. Bonnie flicked the makeshift paddle the last few inches, the wood barely kissing Foxy’s bottom as Bonnie squeaked, “Tap!”

Foxy sucked in her breath, her rattling body covered in a near-constant field of electricity as droplets of glowing liquid fell from her quivering sex amidst a blazing fan of sparks.

Bonnie winked at Mike, holding the peel over her shoulder. “She likes it when you-“ behind her, Foxy exploded, sending Bonnie sprawling to the ground as the bits that made up the mechanical fox-girl pirate pizza parlor mascot showered the kitchen in metal and plastic. The music abruptly cut out, and Mike watched as Bonnie pulled herself up to all fours, giggling maniacally.

“All for me,” she tittered, servos whining as she began crawling toward Mike.

The singer’s voice cut through the sound system once more, a melodic “Tomorrow~!” echoing through the deserted parlor. There was a hint of command to it, one that Bonnie instantly obeyed. Standing up, she walked past Mike with a sway to her hips, smiling back at him as his eyes following her swinging rump – but despite the admirable qualities it contained, his eyes were actually drawn higher, past her puffball tail, to a gaping hole in her back, her humming machinery plainly visible as it churned away with every step. “Tomorrow,” she said in a low voice, placing a hand on her round hip as she returned to the dining hall.

Mike glanced at his arm, noticing he was bleeding where Foxy’s claws had caught him. With a sigh, he picked himself up and walked to the men’s room.

While rinsing off the injury, he considered that after three nights with nothing to show for his efforts but a bloodied forearm, perhaps it was time to call it quits – why not notify the authorities and simply walk away?

Just then, a treacly piece of muzak came tripping down the halls, and at first he thought it was the digital chime announcing the end of his shift. A moment later, he realized it was a music-box rendition of that ‘Toreador’ song from before.

Was Fanny mocking him?

After binding his arm in gauze from the surprisingly well-stocked medicine cabinet, he returned to the office and checked the camera. Bonnie and Fanny bobbed mechanically to the insipidly sweet music, their faces frozen in those vapid yet somehow threatening grins. The song ended and the two remaining members of the animatronic band settled stiffly into their default positions just as the digital chime signaled the end of the night.

“Alright, Fanny - you want a night four?” Mike said, jabbing his finger at the monitor. “You got it.” On his way out of the restaurant, Mike found himself humming the chorus of the aria, with a parting glance at Fanny who seemed to be grinning even wider than before.

==Night Four==
Mike pulled into the empty parking lot of Fanny Fazzbear’s Pizza long before his shift was scheduled to start, parked, and waited, keeping an eye on the building’s few exits. He was hoping to catch his counterpart, the guy he only knew from the recorded messages waiting for him at the start of each shift. Whoever owned that voice was the only other person he could say with any certainty knew what was happening inside that restaurant, and he figured it was high time they met face to face. Mike found himself filled with nervous apprehension – he glanced at one of the posters featuring the buxom Fanny, her freckled smile now appearing lascivious after enduring three nights of her extremely aggressive band-mates’ attentions.

Not able to simply sit and wait any longer, Mike got out of his car and unlocked the restaurant’s front door, nervously slipping inside still ahead of schedule. “Hello?” he called into the seemingly deserted parlor, receiving no answer. Bonnie and Fanny were both on stage, unmoving, Bonny in her black teddy, Fanny in her pink frilled dress. As he passed by them on the way to the office, he noticed the hole that had been blown in Bonnie’s back by Foxy’s explosion remained, her internal mechanisms still exposed.

He found the office empty – the tape recorder was there, but no post-it note. He had been in the parking lot for hours, but the day-shift guy never emerged. When did his shift end, exactly? He hit the play button, but nothing happened. Examining the machine, he realized the cassette was at its end. With a frown, he pressed rewind and checked the monitor.

Pirate’s Cove was empty, of course. Fanny and Bonnie still on stage.

The tape recorder finished rewinding with a ‘click’. He hit the play button and immediately heard a feminine voice giving soft, mewling gasps of pleasure. “Uh… things are a little weird right now,” he heard the day shift guy say in a trembling voice, “I j-just wanted to say, g-good work with Foxy! And… L-listen: If y-you c-can just hold out a little, we…” he paused, the sound of footsteps. “N-no…. No! Y-you p-p-promised!” his voice rose in a panic, giving way to a terrified scream.

The sound was suddenly muffled, unintelligible voices talking over each other followed by a series of thudding sounds, but Mike was no longer paying much attention to the recording. The scream still echoed in his mind, and he felt his cavalier attitude toward the week’s events wilting in the face what he had just heard.

“You need to get out of here,” he told himself, but he remained in his chair, staring at the monitor showing Fanny and Bonnie. “Get up, Mike,” he insisted. “Get up.” Instead, he stopped the tape’s playback and cycled through the cameras, making sure it really was just Bonnie and Fanny left. When he came back to the stage a few seconds later, Bonnie was gone.

“There’s still time…” he told himself, but remained still, listening for the sound of the approaching animatronic bunny-girl. At the sound of whirring machinery, he turned to see her come traipsing through the doorway, a telling smile broadening across her cute features. She approached Mike, but then circled behind him, and he watched her place her hands on the back of his rolling chair.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She pushed the char, rolling him and it into the hallway. “This time, I’m keeping my eyes on that bear bitch,” she insisted. “And if she tries to spoil my fun again…”

“Wait, we should go somewhere where she won’t find us,” Mike insisted. “You’re taking us straight to her!”

“Uh huh!” Bonnie agreed, and Mike sprang up from the chair, stopping in front of her.

“But-“

“Move it!” she growled, her eyes flaring red. Mike hurried down the hall in front of her, emerging into the dining hall where Fanny remained, clutching her microphone, rosy-cheeked and stock-still. Bonnie was right behind him, taking his arm as she passed. Practically skipping, she pulled him to an empty chair positioned in front of the stage and shoving him into it.

“Alright,” she said with a satisfactory smirk, pushing aside her blue hair and turning to face the stage, then dropping her well-crafted backside into Mike’s lap with a sigh, her eyes fixed forward on Fanny’s stationary form. Shifting the teddy aside to allow Mike access, she rutted against him, soon making grunts of impatience. Doing this directly in front of one of these jealousy-prone animatronics gave Mike pause, but he realized that if he could quickly get her to blow and caught Fanny in the blast: “Two birds with one bone…”

“What was that?” Bonnie asked at his muttered words. In response, he dropped his pants, grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her to him, entering her with quick thrust. “C-c-careful!” she stammered, a small shower of sparks erupting from the seam at her hips. “If you t-take it it it too fast-!“

Which is exactly what he did. Ploughing into her as his hands clenched her plastic rump, he gave her everything he had. Bonnie howled, her mechanical arms and legs torqueing unnaturally, her motors emitting whines and a staccato clacking in protest to the strain. The gaping hole in her back provided a view of churning gears, pistons, and electrical components. A host of unsteady red lights and increasingly frequent bursts of sparks suggested Bonnie’s systems were not coping well with his current level of exertion. Mike tore down her teddy and tweaked the nipples of her plastic tits, and his stomach was immediately peppered with a hot blast of sparks as some component detonated inside of her, white smoke pouring from her seems as her body gave an electric shudder.

“I-!” she squealed. “I-I-I’m g-g-going t-t-to-!”

Mike knew he should pull out from this ticking sex-bomb and take cover, but if he was going to use her to take out Fanny, he needed her as close to blowing as possible. Mike kept pumping, roughly caressing her as her high-pitched gasps blended with the incoherent squeals of her straining machinery, her voice asserting itself again with a plaintive cry of, “Y-y-you’ll mmmmaake mmmeeeee Ahhhhh!” Her trembling sex suddenly burst with a rush of hot fluid and he felt himself surge inside of her, his fingers digging into her plastic frame as they both locked up, machinery and muscles tensed in their shared climax.

Pleasure was replaced with panic as Bonnie sizzled, smoke and sparks gushing from her panting form. And yet, the danger seemed to be passing as she grew calm, her machinery slowing with every one of her contended breaths. Evidently she had mastered whatever runaway reaction had been playing inside of her, and she sprang to her heeled feet, her puffball tail bouncing playfully, hand resting on her hip as she shifted to one side. “Now you can have him,” she announced to Fanny, who gave no reaction.

Suddenly, Bonnie’s hips shot to the other side and she stumbled in her heels to maintain her balance. “That’s… odd…” she remarked, when it happened again, this time falling back into Mike’s lap before bounding back to her feet, but this time with considerably less grace. From the hole in her back, Mike saw that her pistons, gears, and components were coated in a viscous fluid. It seemed the fruit of their climax had been blasted across her internal machinery – and apparently her machinery was not accustomed to operating under such conditions.

“S-something’s n-not r-r-right…” she observed, jerking to one side as smoke once again began to rush from her insides.

“Correct!” exclaimed Fanny as she suddenly illuminated by a bright spotlight. There was no trace of innocence left on her pretty, freckled face as she leered at Bonnie. She leapt from the stage, her bountiful chest jiggling in her lace dress from the impact. “You, my dear Bonnie, have been very not-right! I dare say, you’ve been a very bad bunny!”

“I… I I I I-I-I-“ Bonnie attempted before her head wrenched to one side, electrical current spidering between her rabbit ears.

“Yes, you, you,you!” Fanny leaned against the edge of the stage, crossing those jointed, shapely legs. “In your selfish rush to get what you wanted, you blew poor Foxy to smithereens!”

“S-shhh-sheeee-“ Bonnie’s speech was cut short as sparks shot from her mouth, a crackling sound emitting from somewhere within the thick column of white smoke venting from the hole in her back.

Fanny wrapped a honey-colored ringlet around her finger and said, “So I took the liberty of making sure all that human goo you seemed to want so very much would go straight into core components.”

Bonnie’s eyes widened but her stammering mouth yielding only, “Y-you hhhipo-c-c-criticallll-!“ before more sparks blasted from her temple, her oversized, glassy eyes crossing deleriously. A pair of coiled springs burst out from the seam at her neck, her head sharply listing to one side.

“And then you made me go back on my word with what’s-his-name – but how else was I going to preserve you for Mike?”

Electricity flitted over Bonnie’s smoking, trembling chassis, and it was clear she was going to go up at any moment. Leaping from his chair, Mike grabbed the bunny-bot and, with a convulsion-inducing tweak of her nipple for good measure, shoved her straight at Fanny. Bonnie wheeled about wildly, but her momentum still carried her toward a surprised-looking Fanny, a rattling moan resonating from her as the breast he had ‘primed’ quivered amidst a bright web of electrical current.

Fanny excitedly sprang to her feet and caught Bonnie’s arm, lifting her off the ground as she spun in a circle. The force tore Bonnie’s animatronic limb free of its housing in a shower of sparks, only remaining attached by a thick bundle of cables. After a full rotation, Fanny flung her upward and away with a cry of, “Ole!”

Bonnie sailed through the air, her erratically twitching body crackling with electricity as smoke and desperate, orgiastic cries trailed behind her. She collided with the one of the parlor’s ceiling fans, her body tensing as she gave a final, shrill gasp before exploding in a deafening blast. Smoldering animatronic pieces rained down upon Mike and Fanny, Mike ducking and covering his head while Fanny clapped giddily.

“What fun you are compared to those other cowering cretins we’ve had!” she squealed, then began walking toward him, the wide hem of her rosy, frilled dress greatly accentuating ever tick of her swaying hips. As she drew close, she draped her jointed arms around his shoulders, the lace of her dress tickling his reawakened manhood. Her soft lips took on a sultry pout as she leaned in closer still. “But you’ve also made a mess of things over the week, and I’m going to need some time to get ready for Friday. So why don’t you take the rest of the night off?”

Mike moved his hand under her dress, sliding it up the smooth, artificial texture of her thigh. “But I need the hours,” he insisted. His fingers ran across the joint of her thigh, briefly touching on humming wires and a quivering piston, before finding the edge of her crotch, covered in the soft cotton of her panties. But as he explored further, he was surprised to find no evidence of her sex.

Fanny smiled, leaning in close. “Like I said, I need time to get ready...”she then delivered light kiss and a hard shove, sending Mike sprawling on to the parlor’s thin carpet as she spun on her heels and strolled away, leaping on to the stage with a faint whine from her animatronic leg. “See you tomorrow...” she called in a voice both flirtatious and threatening before disappearing behind the stage curtain.

Mike gathered his pants and quickly pulled them on, noting scorch marks on from some smoldering chunk of Bonnie’s machinery. He saw he would have to be insane to return to this deathtrap for a fifth night, but as he let himself out, he called back, “Tomorrow.”

==Night Five==
Mike opened the door to Fanny Fazzbear’s Pizza for what he was certain would be the last time. His rational mind made a final attempt to convince him to just walk away, but the lurid anticipation of what awaited him outweighed any concerns for his personal safety, and he pulled the door shut behind him.

He was surprised to see it wasn’t just Fanny on that stage as he had expected – Chica and Bonnie stood behind her with their microphone and guitar. The repairs for both were incomplete, scorch marks and damaged panels covering each of the two automatons.

Mike hurried to the guard room and cycled the monitor to pirate’s cove, and saw Foxy was back as well, her reconstructed body riddled with machinery-exposing holes and tears. Suddenly, Foxy’s head jerked up at the camera, her feral smile widening. A skeletal metallic hand delicately raked its way across her perfectly intact cleavage as she leered at the camera, then she sprang to her feet and ran out of frame. Knowing this meant she would be coming down the east hallway, he moved toward the other, only to be confronted by the sounds of approaching mechanical footsteps. Frantically looking about the room for another way out, he spied a vent against the wall and dove at it, tearing off the cover.

He heard the sound of one of the automatons entering the room behind him, the click of heels and whirring of gears, a delirious squeal of, “Gotcha!” He scrambled into the vent, only to feel something grasp his foot. Lunging to reach an intersection within the ducting, he grabbed the corners and tried to pull himself free.

A clang echoed from behind him as he met with firm resistance and he glanced behind him to see Chica, her broad yellow hips with their bright pink bottom wedged tightly in the opening. Her hand remained locked around his ankle, her contorted frame illuminated by sparks spraying from her lodged waist as she struggled to pull him to her.

Suddenly, her face changed from its delirious smile to alarm, and she looked behind her to shout, “What are you doing?” She pulled on him harder, servos straining, while Max held on for dear life, his fingers aching from their tenuous grip. “Stop pulling on me!” Chica called out behind her. “Foxy, I’ve got him, just let go of… ahhh! Let g-go of-!” A fountain of sparks erupted from Chica’s hindquarters as Foxy pulled, wires and gears snapping free from her damaged torso. “Foxy, you’re d-d-damaging me!” Chica giggled in an absurdly playful tone, and neither Foxy nor Mike gave up their side of the tug-of-war. A harsh buzzing filled the vents eclipsed by the sharp squeal of tearing metal. “Uh oh!” Chica cried, and there was a suddenly release of tension as she was pulled in two, coming apart at the waist with a deluge of sparks and mechanical debris, giving a distorted moan as her eyes rolled back, her hands still clenched around his ankle while he scrambled forward.

Focusing his attention on the vent before him rather than the ruined automaton he was dragging behind, he was badly startled when the grilled plate was torn away, replaced by Foxy’s grinning face. She squeezed herself through an opening that admitted her slimmer physique much more easily than it did Chica’s broad hips. Trying to scramble backwards, Mike only managed to entangle himself further with the broken automaton’s upper half, still grasping for him with her sputtering limbs. Taking hold of her arm, he pulled her level with him, and she was suddenly lucid as her eyes met his.

“M-M-Mmmmiiiike!” she sang, her rattling hands spasming toward his neck. He responded by plunging his hands underneath her tight tank top and seizing upon her round, ripe plastic breasts. He roughly fondled their rubbery weight as she watched in helpless confusion, the stimulation overpowering whatever damaged components were responsible for processing the sensation, her remaining parts surrendering with electrical bursts and mechanical whimpering as the prelude to a much larger detonation hummed inside of her. He shoved her trembling torso down the vent toward Foxy and scrambled back to the closest intersection in the ducting, moving as quickly as he could while Foxy cursed him over Chica’s escalating moans.

He managed to knock loose a grate and pull himself free when the explosion boomed through the vents, smoke billowing out behind him. Lying there for a moment on cold, hard tile, Mike realized he was in one of the bathrooms, and remembered there were still at least two other crazed automatons still on the loose. But before he could pick himself up, something took him by his arms and hoisted him up, and he found himself face to face with the cheerfully smiling Bonnie. “Mine!” she giggled, pushing him against the mirror between two spotless wall-mounted sinks.

“Good to see you again,” Mike stated, with surprisingly little effort. He wondered if perhaps he was becoming too accustomed to the threats of psychotic sex-crazed automatons if he was able to speak the line without some measure of concern in his voice.

“You tried to use me as a sex-bomb!” she said in a scolding tone. He was surprised there had been enough of her to piece back together, but her curvaceous form did show more damage than he remembered, numerous tears in the strangely yielding plastic material of her shell, every hole a window into her electrical innards. “Did you think I’d forget?”

“Hey, that was Fanny who sabotaged you,” he assured her as her hands crept menacingly to his neck, their murderous progress faltering when he gripped her backside with an affirming squeeze, pulling her hips to his. “Bonnie, what you should remember is that you’re the only one I wanted this entire-“

The bathroom door slammed open, and in stalked Foxy, her form a sparking amalgam of a sexy pirate and an animatronic skeleton. Her frilled blouse was charred and shredded - above and below her bare and bouncing chest were holes exposing smoking machinery and flickering red lights. One of her arms was nothing more than wire-draped metal, the twitching digits terminating in sharp claws. Mike shoved the distracted Bonnie at her, but Foxy only gave a lazy swipe without bothering to slow her stride. Bonnie spun away, a great gash in her abdomen emitting an electrical cascade as her eyes crossed, her mouth in an insipid grimace before she crashed hard on to the floor.

The look on Foxy’s face told him that she wouldn’t afford him the chance for any speech or caress to persuade her from her intent. He couldn’t escape her through the vent, and there was no way around her – looking around in desperation, Mike noticed the acoustic ceiling tiles and scrambled on to the sink, managing to punch one of the tiles loose – but before he could pull himself up, she had him by his ankle. She didn’t bother to pull him to her but simply held him, preventing his escape as he struggled to lift himself into the ceiling.

With a bemused look she readied her claw, the red light of her eye shining off the artificial sheen of her grinning face. Struggling to pull his foot free, he only succeeded in kicking on the faucet, water splashing off the toe of his shoes and spraying into Foxy. With a sharp jerk she fell backwards on to her rump, electricity coursing over the drenched opening. She struggled to stand, falling again on her backside with a wet slap, her tail and ears stiffening as the bright electrical discharges intensified.

“You’re not g-getting away this t-time!” Foxy snarled, standing again, stumbling backward, then forward as her machinery struggled, but managing to stay upright. Mike could have pulled himself into the ceiling to safety, but he had come to terms with the fact that prudence had little to do with his choices for the past week. He sidestepped her clumsy attack and pulled her tail, which caused her entire body to lock up while a feverish beeping echoed sharply through the room, some distressed piece of her crying out for maintenance. As her rigid form teetered to one side, he nudged her toward the still-running faucet. Face clanged into the porcelain basin as water flooded the components in her animatronic head. Smoke poured out from her as she spasmed uncontrollably, her flailing limbs smashing the mirror, the sink, the wall, and even herself as the machinery animating her shapely body failed spectacularly, her springs, wires, pistons, and gears bursting free or falling apart. In the end, she was nothing more than a pile of smoldering machinery blended with the indistinct plastic of her torn shell.

Mike shut off the faucet, adjusted his collar, and stepped out into the parlor. “Well, Fanny… looks like you’re going to need a new band.”

Fanny sat perched on the edge of the stage, festively illuminated by the parlor’s colored lights. There was still a disarming playfulness to her, stemming from her rosy cheeks and honeyed curls, the frills of her pink dress, the way she absently kicked her bared legs, the motion producing tiny mechanical whines from her joints. She shrugged, gently disturbing her freckled cleavage. “I can always rebuild them.”

“But who’s going to rebuild you?” Mike asked, approaching slowly.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” she said in a husky whisper, leaning forward with her palms on the edge of the stage.

Mike drew closer, smelling a honey-scented perfume mixed with the scent of plastic. “I handled the others easily enough…”

“Yes you did,” she cooed, her segmented fingers grabbing his collar and pulling him to her. “But that part’s over…” she ripped off his shirt, her hands now working at his pants. “And now, there’s nothing left but the sweet nectar of your reward.”

A great many questions remained, but Mike’s thoughts were wholly consumed by the reclining voluptuous automaton before him, her plastic thighs parting with a mechanical whir as she lifted her dress. Mike climbed on top of her as she shrugged off the straps of her dress, pushing it down to show off her sculpted breasts, her rigid nipples ringed by perfectly circular and pink areola. His fingers felt beneath her skirt – where the night before had been a smooth, featureless doll’s groin, he now found the lips of her sex.

“So what happens now?” he asked.

“Now?” she whispered, letting out a soft sigh as she began to massage the soft rubber of her breasts. “You get to have me.” Her eyes clicked shut and she arched her back slightly, the fabric of her panties grinding against his rigid member, her nipples brushing against his chest while her machinery emitted buzzing, whirring noises that sounded like tiny yearnings from inside of her.

“And if I don’t want to ‘have you’?” Mike asked quietly, as much to himself as to her. The prospect of refusal seemed unthinkable to him moments before - but now that he was considering the idea, he found in it a measure of control unfelt since he started here.

Fanny seemed to ignore the question, pulling him to her in a tight kiss as she began to tug off her panties. But Mike broke from her lips and got to his feet, stating plainly, “Sorry, Fanny – but no.”

She sprang up and pressed herself against him, massaging her breasts for emphasis as she purred, “You have to. All these nights I’ve watched you, holding back as you and those other playthings toyed with each other, managing to survive until this night when I could finally… when you could finally-“

“Not going to happen,” Mike said dismissively, pushing her away. Her jointed legs were caught up in her partially removed panties and sdhe landed on her rubber ass with a slap, a web of electricity flitting across her features.

“I will not be denied!” she growled petulantly, bare-breasted and seated in the pool of her ruffled skirts, visibly trying to suppress shudders creeping into her head and limbs. Mike seemed to reconsider and knelt down beside her. She took on a look of quiet triumph as he slowly reached for one of her full breasts. She straightened and closed her eyes, biting her lip while her hands bunched her honey-brown curls into a rough pony tail. A light trembling overtook her and she gave a plaintive whimper in anticipation of his touch, arching her back with a mechanical rattle as she sought to hasten their contact – but it never came. When she opened her eyes in confusion, she saw he was standing at the edge of the stage, buttoning his pants.

With a shriek of frustration, she tore off the panties that had snared her before and lunged, Mike casually sidestepping her as she went off the edge of the stage.

“Ole!” he called out as she crashed to the floor, a troubling ‘crunch’ heard from the impact. She stood, her face contorting in a fury that was undermined by her freckled and rosy cheeks. “To-ree-a-dor-ay, dah-da-dah-da-dahhhh,” Mike sang, and Fanny vaulted on to the stage to give a wobbling charge, her machinery chuffing in apparent distress.

Mike sidestepped her once more and she crashed through the curtains, pulling them down with her in her collapse. By the time Fanny managed to free herself from the tangle of fabric, nearly every part of her was rattling and coughing up plumes of smoke. She stood shakily, electricity coursing over her failing body. “W-w-welcome to my restauraaaant!” she cheered and took a step toward Mike, one of her bear ears blasting off her head in a trail of sparks. Another step and she suffered an explosion at her hip that sent metal bits streaming smoke contrails sailing into the kitchen. Her approach veered left and right, as pieces of her began to rain down from beneath her skirt, an uneven trail marking her slow progress. Her legs locked up before she could reach Mike, the servos in her arms whining as she strained to reach him, her whole body quivering while small explosions burst inside her, her cartoonishly pretty face a mask of desperate rage. Mike reached forward and prodded one of her nipples like an elevator call button. For a brief second, her face lit up, the unsettling grin from the restaurant’s sign shining brightly. Then, with a hiss and a clang, her animatronic body fell to pieces right in front of him, a few streams of pneumatic fluid arcing from a tangle of lace and machinery, wiring and sensually contoured plastic and rubber.

Mike dusted off his hands, put on his shirt, and let himself out of the restaurant into the evening air, heading directly to the payphone. Depositing a quarter and dialing the police, he considered how he would report this – by the time someone picked up, all he had come up with was, “You need to send someone out to Fanny Fazzbear’s Pizza Parlor.” No one would believe him if he just told them what had happened, but perhaps if they saw the strangely sophisticated and lethally clawed animatronics, he’d have a far more receptive audience. He’d probably leave out a few of the more intimate details of course, but his heroic struggle against killer automatons come to life would make for an undoubtedly lucrative-

An unexpected smell caught his attention, and he turned to see a flickering light behind the garish paintings of the mascots filling the windows. Suddenly realizing what was he was seeing, he dialed 911, shouting, “Fire! Dammit, hurry!”

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“Looks like it started with some bad wiring on one of those mascot things,” the fireman explained to the officer who had asked Mike to stick around while he answered a few questions.

“Did you see anything… unusual with the animatronics?” Mike ventured.

When the fireman looked blankly at him, the officer muttered with a half-hearted attempt to keep Mike from hearing, “Kid thought he saw something in the parlor, but I’m sure it was just one of the mascots shorting out like you said. Doesn’t want to admit he pissed himself over a twitchy Fanny Fazzbear.” Then, directly to him. “We’ve got your statement – go home, get some rest. You look like you could use it.”

At his apartment, Mike found a pile of junk mail and bills, along with an envelope containing a paycheck for a week’s worth of minimum wage. With a sigh, he stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed.

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When he woke up again, the room was dark. He looked around for his clock, trying to figure out what time it was, but it seemed as though the power was out. With a frustrated groan, he sat up to check the breaker box, then realized something had awakened him. Listening, he heard it again – the creak of floorboards outside his room.

Mike stared at the door to as it began to slowly creak open, a faint humming coming from the other side accompanied by whirring machinery, the powerful scent of a sickly sweet honey perfume almost masking the odor of burnt plastic. A red light lanced through the darkness, a feminine voice laced with a metallic tinge calling out softly, “It’s me…”
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Crash

2016-09-24T00:23:32Z

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Lori came back to her dorm room after what seemed like forever. She could barely remember when the day had started. Running her pale fingers through her long blonde hair, she rubbed the stress out of her scalp.

She opened the door to find her bookworm roommate, Mary Jane, in front of her computer, as usual. The redhead sat up quickly as if she had been caught doing something, straightening her bathrobe as she looked over to Lori’s entrance.

“Whatcha doin’, MJ? Surfing porn?” the sorority girl taunted.

“No!” MJ defended. “I was just… downloading something.” She turned back to her computer as she stowed a data cable under her desk.

Lori peeked over to see if there was anything incriminating on her screen, but only saw some website for VENUS CYBERNETICS. “Yeah, I’m sure you were.” Lori said this sarcastically, but honestly believed that her repressed roomie was in fact more interested in microchips than men. She sat down, removed her black heels and rubbed her gray-stocking feet.

From the corner, MJ moaned. “Uh-oh. Error in uploading virus protection.” She quickly started tapping at her keyboard and fiddling with her mouse.

Lori paid no mind to her as she stood and removed her white sweater. It was as she was unzipping her plaid skirt that she noticed that MJ’s typing speed had increased. The quick tapping had evolved into almost an erratic buzz. Lori glanced over to see MJ’s eyes open wide as the computer, now switched over to a C-prompt, filled with text at a phenomenal rate.

“Hey Mary Jane, you OK?”

“I am fine, Lori.” MJ replied without blinking. “Just a liiiittle problem with my central processor, Lori. There is a 114% chance of a critical error if I do not fix it, Lori.”

Lori stared at MJ quizzically. “You need to get out more, girl.”

“Get out! More girl!” MJ mimicked in a stilted voice. She shook her head as if to clear it, then looked over at the blonde. “Jeez, I’m sorry, Search>Roommate>Name:CurrentTimeIndex. Could I have some privacy for a few-few-few-few minutes?”

In the back of her mind, Lori thought about going for the phone. MJ was obviously having some sort of fit. But she found herself frozen watching her with the same fascination one would have watching a car crash in slow motion.

Suddenly MJ yelled, “DAMMIT! WHY IS NOT THE VIRUS PROTECTION WORK…” then stopped short, and stood up quickly, knocking over her computer chair. Then she bent stiffly at the waist, her nose a couple of centimeters over her computer keyboard, looking very much like a chicken pecking the ground. “Cascade-failure- personality-profile-partitions-deteriorating-sexual-systems-randomizing” The redhead bolted upright and in a series of three clumsy moves, placed her splayed hands on her breasts. Her lips pursed and eyebrows arched as an alto moan escaped her lips.

Lori, wearing nothing but her bra, panties and stockings, trembled slightly as she watched her roommate have her breakdown. Her nerves were completely on edge. She had no idea what to do.

MJ started to mumble as she jerkily rubbed her large tits through her terrycloth robe. “Uh-ma… uh-ma-ma… buh-buh-buuuuuuuuuh… fu-fu-fu-fuck me.” She turned ninety degrees to face the wall, then started to march face-first against her bulletin board. The notes there swished as she waddled in place like a blind penguin, mechanically repeating her request for fucking.

Lori suddenly realized that the voluptuous coed was a robot, and having quite a hard time at the moment. She looked down at her own breasts and saw she was as well. Her nipples strained at the satin B-cups of her bra. The revelation that her roommate was not a girl but a thing was, surprisingly, turning her on.

MJ spun around in place, her face screwed up into a joker’s smile. She beckoned to Lori in a sing-song voice. “I fucking need to fuck your fuck fuck fuck.” Her head cocked off to the side, her mussed hair flopping along with it. “Virus corrrrruuuptiiiing geeeenderrrrr recognition,” the malfunctioning android blithered. She refocused on Lori. “You are so FUCKING HOT!!!” Trying to get to the blonde, she spastically danced around the toppled chair and simultaneously attempted to remove her robe, tearing it in several places.

To be continued...

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Now that MJ’s robe was in tatters, Lori found herself transfixed by the clear liquid running from the girl’s auburn snatch down her pale curvy leg. It seemed the synthetic coed’s artificial arousal had forced her vaginal lubrication into overdrive. Lori was finally distracted by the discovery that she had unconsciously slipped her hand under her stockings and panties and was caressing herself to the wondrous meltdown that unfolded before her.

MJ staggered forward toward her virally-misguided goal, freezing in place and arching backwards as a bright yellow spark flew from her face. The remains of her robe splatting in a puddle she had left behind her. There was a loud pop as her left eye clouded over like a burned-out light bulb, followed by a loud repetitive giggle. “Hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeee! That fuh-fuh-fuh-felt SOOOOOO good. Need feel Lori Lori good.” She began to tremble and spasm as her twisted face turned forward. Then she slipped in her own juices, toppling face-forward onto the leggy blonde, causing the two of them to land like fallen dominoes onto Lori’s bed. The turned-on blonde pulled her hand out of her panties to break her fall, as the robot landed face first on her pelvis. Under the red mop of hair, Lori could hear MJ starting to gnaw through the crotch of her hose, her agitating head giving Lori the best head of her life.

Lori pulled the cups of her bra down to give her better access to her nipples, tweaking them as her roomie thrashed between her legs. MJ’s nose buried in the blonde’s shaved slit. Feeling that she was going to cum, Lori reached over her head and opened the drawer in which she hid her “toys.” Pulling out a big black plastic cock, she clicked it on, sat up and plunged it into MJ’s soaking pussy from behind. Both girls screamed in ecstasy as their needs were met.

The broken doll’s afterglow consisted of going completely stiff, rolling over onto her back and starting to vibrate from head to toe. She gibbered at the ceiling, “Badgirlerrorfullpussyspankingoverheatoverheathotfuck - OH?” There was a bang and an explosion of sparks as a semicircular panel rocketed off of her abdomen and hit the acoustic panels above her. MJ went silent as her spasms tapered off.

Lori dragged herself out from underneath the inert mannequin and shakily got to her feet. “Wow,” she sighed to herself. “That was awesome. What came over me?” She looked across the room to the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. She examined her image, standing there in her torn undergarments. A sooty fan was tattooed on her tight belly from the pyrotechnics. As she went to rub the carbon off, she found a deep cut under her ribs. She panicked as she gently poked at it.

A blue electrical arc suddenly jolted up her arm from the cut, making her jump for a moment. When she regained her senses, Lori repeated, “What came-came-came-came over me?” Looking in the mirror, she saw smoke rising from her ears and nose, then another spark - this time from her ear. “Ego-emulator-shutdown-sexual-loop-error”

She suddenly marched up to her reflection and bumped up against the glass - breasts first. She made eye contact with her image while masturbating her pussy with random hand motions. “You are so FUCKING HOT!” She grabbed her breast roughly with her free hand and started clawing. She danced in place as her ever-increasing orgasm blew capacitors throughout her body.

A panel finally fell open on her back as smoking bits of electronics sprayed the room. Lori fell to her knees, her wide eyes still staring at herself in the mirror. “Pretty…” She thrust forward head-first as a gyro lost its bearing, shattering the mirror and knocking over the camera behind it.

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Jim stared at the snow on the screen in disbelief, almost dropping his beer bottle. “Tyler, dude! How the hell did you get this footage!”

Tyler unclipped his VENUS CYBERNETICS: PROGRAMMER ID badge and threw it on his desk near the TV. “They were both old models that had been written off due to poor virus protection. I just decided to do a little experiment. I uploaded a nasty crash virus onto MJ to activate upon seeing Lori. Then I reprogrammed Lori to have her sexual systems activated when in the presence of a malfunctioning android. Then I just set them loose in the dorm room simulation. I wasn’t expecting Lori to react like that to her own reflection. It was an added bonus. I fixed the mirror before I left work.”

“You have the coolest job, man,” Jim admired.

“I know,” Tyler grinned. “I know.”

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Two-Perfect!

2016-09-24T00:22:57Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

Lindsay© the Perfect-GirlTM gingerly removed the last bit of plastic wrap from the right breast of the newest Perfect-GirlTM model, Sareena II©. Sareena II© was manufactured at the same Brasilia Automoto-barreia factory as Lindsay© as a fresh take on a previous format, to meet the demand for a blonde full-service domestic gynoid. Her predecessor, Sareena©, had been out of issue for three years, plagued by poor logic processors and persistant waterproofing issues: Sareena I© was now a collector’s item. Sareena II© wore the factory issue silver Brazilian string bikini (the smallest amount of fabric possible), the same as Linsay©s, and wore it well: her face was a plastic surgeon’s wet dream, and so wouldn’t have looked at all out of place on a beach in Rio.

Lindsay© brushed her lip with one long pink plastic fingernail and gave an empty little sigh. She casually held Sareena II©s remote control in her perfectly manicured left hand. The new robot stood with its long flaweless legs tucked close together and leaning slightly back, bent slightly forward at the waist, its arms bent up at the elbows with palms facing forward in a gesture of mock surprise, but with an utterly blank, sweet, and vapid expression on its face, the sort of look that precluded the intellectual capacity for surprise. With a careless flick of her index finger, Lindsay© pressed the leftmost button on the small plastic control pad embedded in Sareena II©s back. It clicked, and green text appeared on the LCD screen above it: ACCEPT. Sareena II© began to move, but her face retained exactly the same meaningless contented expression.

Lindsay© pressed a nail to her lower lip in a mock quizzical look. “Hmmm,” she said in a synthesized voice as sweet as Aspartame, “Let’s try the basic cleaning program first, if that’s all right.” She spoke to no one in particular. “Yeah! Why don’t you clean up all this messy packaging of yours!” she said, and clicked two buttons on Sareena II©s remote control. ACCEPT was replaced by CLEAN on the new robot’s rear LCD display, and it immediately began gathering up the styrofoam and cardboard it had been shipped in from Brazil, now strewn all about the living room.

Lindsay©, meanwhile, walked to the front hallway in her glass high heeled shoes, and proceeded to mechanically strut back and forth at the front doorway, with her hips swinging languously and her hands daintily dangling at her sides, waiting for Master Robert to return home. With her programmed schedule of morning chores complete, and a new robot to perform the rest, Lindsay© simply had nothing to do.

This went on for about half an hour. Then Sareena II© walked up, having removed her packaging out the kitchen door. Master Robert’s house could easily be identified by his neighbours as the one which featured half-naked women taking out the garbage in the middle of February. Sareena II©s plastic nipples poked through her silver bikini. “Hi!” she said when she saw Lindsay©, a beaming grin on her face.

Lindsay© turned to see where the voice was coming from, and when she saw Sareena II©, her heuristic processors took about ten seconds to identify the new robot and order a plastic smile onto her face. “Hi!” she answered back, her voice full of artificial love. “Finished so soon?”

“Yup!” said Sareena II©, still smiling.

“Good!” said Lindsay©, and she raised Sareena II©s remote control and pressed the middle button. Sareena II©s eyes crossed slightly. “Start making dinner!” said Lindsay©, all sugar and spice

Sareena II©s eyes straightened out again a and her smile turned up a tad at the sides in a preprogrammed departing gesture, before she turned around and glided back into the kitchen to begin work. The LCD panel in her back read COOK.

Lindsay© gave a little hum, and resumed aimlessly pacing back and forth in the front hallway.

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Two hours later, when Lindsay© went into the kitchen to begin emptying the dishwasher, Sareena II© was bent over in front of the open oven, with thick black smoke billowing into her frozen face. The fire detector was beeping wildly. The batteries that had come in Sareena II© from the Brazilian factory had had less than an hour’s worth of charge in them. After her heuristics had processed the situation, Lindsay© gave a fake little gasp and strutted out to retrieve a fire extinguisher. She walked up behind Sareena II©, bumping the extinguisher canister against the other robot’s upturned gluteals before resting it atop its flawless lower back, aimed into the oven, and fired. Extinguisher spray coated Sareena II©s blonde hair and dripped onto her smiling face.

“Tsk tsk,” said Lindsay©, “Whatever happened to customer service? Well, we’re just going to have to change your batteries now, aren’t we?” And she retrieved a fresh set of DDDs from Robert’s semi-personal stash upstairs, next to his various no-go zones that he had programmed into Lindsay©s decorum matrix (where he kept her advanced techincal specs, toolkits, sex toys, etc.).

All the while, the smoke detectors continued to beep madly. The entire house was pervaded by an acrid smell. Lindsay©, of course, had no such yucky sense of smell. She glided up to the hunched over Sareena II©, gingerly pried the other robot’s back panel to one side with an untrathin screwdriver, and switched out four six-inch long radioactive DDDs. “There! Isn’t that much better?” she asked sweetly.

Sareena II© smiled and opened her mouth to say “Oh yes, I feel much better now,” when the sprinkler system, which Robert had been forced to install when he began working at home, went off.

Lindsay© hadn’t closed Sareena II©s back panel, and her fingers were still inside it. As water poured in, a bright flash came from inside the new robot, which shuddered from head to toe. Lindsay© was jolted and knocked onto her bottom behind Sareena II©, her legs spread.

Sareena II© continued to shake uncontrollably, her mouth sputtering gibberish. She could not raise her head: her entire body began to go limp, bending straight down at the waist. Then, as smoke began to pour out her back, her mouth froze in an open position and her vocalizations stabilized as a monotonous mechanical wine. The LCD lights on her spine flashed ERROR, ERROR. As her pelvis curved, her bikini bottom was pulled tighter and tighter between her buttocks. Her spray-coated blonde hair hung loosely around her head in a halo, and her face drifted down between her legs, looking upside-down in a frozen expression of shock between her own legs and at Lindsay©, seated behind her behind.

Lindsay© looked between Sareena II©s legs and into the other robot’s upside-down eyes with puzzelement. “Good,” she said. “Better? Don’t you feel better?” Her own vacant gaze darted up to Sareena II©s receding silver bikini, now freely grooving a stream of running water. “Don’t you feel better?” asked Lindsay©, reaching limply at the silver colour. “I’m Lindsay. Good. Tsk Tsk!” Lindsay©s hand slapped limply against Sareena II©s silicone right gluteal. She cocked her head to one side. “Hi, my name is Lindsay. I am a Perfect-GirlTM. I am perfect. Good.” Her left hand tried to grasp Sareena II©s left calf, but slicked down to the other robot’s ankles. “Whatever happened to customer service?” said Lindsay©, beginning to rock back and forth. “My body is perfect. (click) Whatever happened to customer service? Hi, my name is Lindsay.”

The Perfect-GirlTM tried to rock back onto her feet, but slipped and landed back on her ass. The LCD display on Lindsay©s back flashed alternately ERROR and RESOLVING. “Lindsay is a Perfect-GirlTM. My body is perfect. Hi, my name is Lindsay. Good. I’m Lindsay. My body is perfect. Good. Good. (click) Doesn’t that feel much better? Hi. (click) Buom.”

The sprinkler system shut off, and with great effort, the gynoid managed to struggle to her feet, still in her glass high heel shoes. Lindsay©s LCD panel continued to flash wildly, and she began strutting aimlessly around the kitchen, soaking wet, truly bereft of any sense of direction. “Hi. Hi Good. Perfect. Hi. (click) ¡Buom día! (click) Perfect. (click) Perfeito.” She made her way to the kitchen door and staggered outside into the snow, and began walking around the house to the front doorway.

As she passed the side of the house, she ran into Roberta’s ex, Stephanie, bundled in a heavy parka and busy rooting through Sareena II©s discarded packaging, in hopes of finding a receipt or invoice to take to her forensic accountant. Stephanie stared at the gynoid in wild-eyed shock.

Lindsay© stared coolly back at her. “Hi,” she said, then stood there, dripping wet in the minus-twenty chill, silent for a moment. Then, “(click) Finished so soon? (click) Finished so soon? (click) Fin-Finished so soon? (click) Finished so soon?”

Lindsay© walked blindly past Stephanie, who saw the LCD panel flashing on the gynoid’s back: ERROR, ERROR. “Finished so soon? (click) Fin-Fin-Finished so soon?” As the robot rounded the corner of the house towards the front doorway, Stephanie shrugged and went back to rooting through Robert’s garbage. “I guess,” she said to herself.

Lindsay© resumed pacing in front of Robert’s front door. “(click) Fin-Fin-Finished sosososososososososososo soon? (click) So-so sooooooooon? Soooooooo soooooooo-”

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When a pair of cops consulted Master Robert’s neighbours for directions a week later, to execute a divorce court order freezing his assets, they could simply point to those already frozen in his front lawn.

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Valentina Messes with her Tech

2016-09-24T00:22:33Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

=== A SLOPPY SET-UP ===

Two of the three actresses had suffered system failures while shooting the first Act of the feature-length porno movie. After the cut, it was time for Melissa, a technician, to go to work. It was her job to get the two failed units back up so that Act Three could be filmed.

=== 1. VALENTINA INTRUDES ON MELISSA ===

ACTION

Carmella and Alejandra laid on a parallel set of tables. The girls were naked, flat on their backs, their arms and hands held rigorously at their sides: androids' default position for maintenance and repairs.They stared unblinking, unthinking, at the ceiling. Both girls' chest panel and abdominal panel were removed, but the cavities they revealed were dark and silent. Both Carmella and Alejandra were deactivated. The tables on which they laid were backdropped by a veritable wall of computer readouts and blinking lights.

One of the girls, Carmella, was a tall and voluptuous latina with full lips and dark eye-liner. Her large breasts sagged slightly to her sides, causing her dark nipples to point outwards in different directions. Her thick, glossy hair elegantly shrouded part of her face. The other girl, Alejandra, was a more petite, small-breasted latina with very fine aristocratic features and a braided ponytail. She had puffy nipples that pointed straight up in the air.

Melissa, a technician, puttered around in between the two inert androids. Her plain one-piece white coverall and cheap white sneakers gave her a frumpy appearance that was not completely deserved. She had a small and unassuming frame and a pretty, square-shaped sort-of face. Her slightly wavy brown hair was secured by a white scrunchy in a severe +ponytail, per the company dress code for technicians. Her skin was untanned, though her face had a dusting of subtle freckles beneath her brown eyes.

Melissa tapped commands into various terminals, plugged things in, and made minor adjustments. She was completely immersed in her job: finding out why robots malfunctioned and getting them running correctly again as quickly as possible. Melissa loved her job. It was practically her whole life.

Right now, Melissa was setting up an elaborate diagnostic procedure to try to find out what happened to Carmella on the set. She had watched the scene and saw when the Carmella unit begin to slip, and then watched everything that followed... observed as Alejandra malfunctioned, too, due to a programming loop that Melissa had already isolated here at the repair station. The programming, the malfunctions... it all made Melissa feel very strange, suddenly. She tried to focus on her job, and forget about what the two girls in her lab had happened to them when they were shooting Act One.

Then, her button-pressing and data assessing were loudly and abruptly interrupted.

"Hi, Melissa! How's it going?" asked a bubbly Valentina who suddenly barged into the quietly beeping and humming room. Valentina was a petite white brunette with long straight hair held back by a hairband and was wearing a schoolgirl uniform.

Valentina had been the third participating unit in the recent shoot. Her performance had been impeccable, so Melissa was not sure what she was doing in the lab. Looking up at the visitor, Melissa wondered if Valentina was still wearing the same costume as she had been during the porn shoot. This caused Melissa to remember that the shoot had resulted in Carmella and Alejandra breaking down and winding up in her diagnostic and repair bay. Of course, as a technician, Melissa wasn't interested in watching robots fuck. It was... just a ... professional obligation. Despite all the work ahead of her, Melissa was intrigued by the sudden presence of the third beautiful robotic actress in her chamber. She felt strangely towards Valentia in a way that she couldn't explain, but tried to mask her odd emotion.

"Oh, hello Valentina," Melissa replied uncertainly. "Can I help you with something? Usually if an android comes in here, it's on a table like these two." She gestured to Carmella and Alejandra's motionless bodies and rose to approach the visitor.

"Oh, look! It's Carmella and Alejandra!" Valentina strode right past Melissa to stand between them. "Are they even on? Alejandra? Why are they switched off? Are Carmella and Alejandra still busted?"

"Yes," declared Melissa. "Well, I mean -- yes, the units are deactivated." She quickly added: "But I'm still trying to fix them." She stood beside Valentina and they both looked down at Carmella. "I was able to identify Alejandra's problem quickly since it was purely a software issue. This one..." She paused a moment to place her hand beside the open chest panel and the dim interior of the deactivated android. Her fingers on the android's skin, so close to her open panel, made Melissa feel... peculiar. She didn't know why she had placed her hand there. "I was about to start running Carmella through some routines to find out what went wrong with her," she explained to Valentina, trying to stay focused.

Valentina looked up from the silent Carmella with an impish expression on her face. "Between you and me, Melissa, I KNEW Carmella would be a malfunctioner! You know? Sometimes you can tell when a chick is one of those numbers who will just blow her top and crash so fucking hard..." She used a finger to make swirls around Carmella's nearest nipple. It did not respond. "I made her blow up so bad..."

Melissa was surprised by the behavior of the Valentina android, and it was making her feel a little weird. But she was a technician and needed to resume her duties. She pushed away the strange feeling. "I'm a professional technician and I'll be the judge of what caused what, Valentina. No offense, but you're a porn android. I'm a qualified expert. Now is there anything I can assist you with?"

Valentina hadn't been listening. Instead, she circled Carmella's table. "You know how I knew she'd turn out to be a big malfunctioner? You know how I knew?" Valentina wrapped her fingers around the strap-on electronic dildo Carmella was still sporting, completely extended and pointing straight up. "She was trying so hard to seem perfect! She was so hard and stiff -- trying so hard to be rigidly in control." Valentina seemed to disappear slightly as she recalled the scene they had just shot together.

Despite herself, Melissa also remembered every detail about the scene, but knew that she absolutely needed to focus on her duties. She tried to change the subject: "I don't see the relevance of any of this to my task, Valentina," Melissa said, partly hoping that the android would depart, but somehow also wishing she would stay. "Now, if there is nothing I can do to assist you...?"

Again, Valentina simply ignored Melissa. "I could tell Carmella wouldn't be able to last very long. I think Alejandra knew that about her, too. She winked at me when Carmella starting to go into that sort of... turbo mode. Right before she blew her stack. And Alejandra was like: 'Dios! Oh no! Carmella's goin' fuckin' loco!'! in that cute voice of hers."

Melissa kept replaying that very moment in her mind, even though she knew she needed to get on with the repair work.

Valentina looked wistful as she left Carmella's side and moved to the other quiet android. "Yeah. Watching Carmella's meltdown was fun for me. I was a little sad to see Alejandra glitch out, though. Are they not very good models, after all, Melissa? They told me they were both elite sexdroids or something..." Valentina thought a moment and continued. "That's right. They told me that they were both elite sex androids with perfect operating records and that I'd never be able to hold out against both of them." She used her finger to trace Alejandra's regal profile.

=== 2. VALENTINA PRESSES MELISSA'S BUTTONS ===

"What about you, Melissa? Which of the two models do you personally find more sexually appealing?" Valentina asked suddenly, eyeing the technician.

"What!?" Melissa was jolted from her daydreaming by the blunt question. "I -- I'm not sure that I heard you correctly, Valentina. Could you please repeat your query?" Melissa requested, hoping to derail this subject, but also secretly desiring to pursue it.

"Which one of these two latina circuit-jobs turns you on more: Carmella or Alejandra?" Valentina elaborated: "Are you more into the bossy big-titted bitch who goes bumper cars, or the petite and mischievous one who slowly starts going peculiar on you and eventually harmlessly twitches out?"

Melissa was scandalized by Valentina's suggestions. But she wondered if somehow Valentina understood more about her strange feelings than she herself did? But of course, the three of them were only robots. And she would never be interested in having a robot partner. "Don't be silly! I'm a technician. I know both of these models inside and out. At the end of the day, Carmella and Alejandra -- and you! -- are just microchips and plastic. You just described their personalities to me, but those personalities were only programmed into them for the porno scene you just shot. That isn't who they really are -- because they aren't really ANYBODY."

Valentina moved back over to Carmella as Melissa continued.

"When Carmella was using her plug-in strap-on to try to 'fuck you into submission' or whatever the fantasy scenario's premise was? Yeah: she might as well have just been a dildo suction-cupped to the wall." Melissa stopped with an odd expression on her face and blinked for a few long moments. Then she resumed: "That might have actually worked better because as we know, Carmella couldn't handle you and went bouncing-off-the-walls bonkers." Melissa furrowed her brow, confused by her own words... so unlike her. So unlike a technical specialist.

"Oh, yeah..." Valentina sighed. "I remember that so vividly... I remember that I was looking right at Carmella's face when she was about to penetrate me. I looked up at her and she looked back down on me and..." Valentina laughed a little. "She said 'You're lookin' at a first-rate elite pro, stupido! I'm about to fuck you up!' Then she jammed her dick in me. And so, that's what this chica said about 60 seconds before she officially nominated herself for malfunction of the year." She stared into Carmella's vacant eyes. "What now, 'stupido'?"

Melissa, hearing Valentina's narrative, had completely zoned out while she wrestled with some funny feelings. She stood still, blinking her eyes, while Valentina continued.

"While Carmella was sputtering around the room in failure, Alejandra and I started to make love..." she trailed off in remembered ecstasy. "Yes, we made love to each other with her malfunctioning friend here spinning around us declaring her mission a failure."

Feeling very peculiar now, Melissa was still frozen at Valentina's words. Presently she came back to her senses -- at least partially -- and resumed lecturing the sex android. "Alejandra didn't make love to you, because only people can make love. Alejandra isn't a person. She did what she did with you because somebody pressed some buttons and sent a signal to her computer." Melissa paused again and silently started blinking her eyes again. "She's a... push-button lover," Melissa managed to say.

"It felt like love to me. Alejandra was the nice one." Valentina channeled her experience from the sex scene as she looked at Alejandra's still form. "She was so soft and tender. But more and more, she couldn't keep her eyes off of Carmella's meltdown... and pretty soon, she started acting... I don't know. Like she went wacky. She started acting a little wacky, at first, like, just a little bit wacky. But she got wackier and wackier and wackier. Eventually, Alejandra blew a fuse or something and then she sort of just slumped over on me. I felt her pussy just GUSH as it pulsed out a few spurts of cum onto my inner thigh where we were scissoring. And a minute after that, Carmella finally puttered out too." Valentina clamped her eyes shut and wiggled her body. "How sexy was that scene!?"

Melissa was starting to really struggle. To her blinking had been added some subtle spasms. Eventually she managed to say: "But. Valentina. To me, a technician, Carmella and Alejandra are just droids. Robots..."

"So what if they're robots? They're still totally hot. Now which one would it be? C'mon, Melissa. You can tell me!" Valentina was practically begging in front of Melissa. "You're a technician and I'm just a robot -- you can erase my databanks or whatever if you don't want anybody else to know. Or just reprogram me so I never to tell anyone! Which robot would you pick to have sex with?"

Melissa seemed to struggle a moment longer, but then she caught herself and tried to proceed with resolve. "Valentina, you are correct: I'm a technician. I deal with technical problems. When an android experiences problems of a technical nature, it is my job to resolve them. My role is exclusively to keep all of the girls functioning correctly. Your question is... is... is not valid."

"Um... Melissa?" asked Valentina. "Does it make you feel weird that we're talking about you having sex with a robot? Am I making you feel peculiar?"

Suddenly, Melissa sputtered: "No way! I'd never have sex with a robot!" Then, controlling herself, she added: "It would, um, be unprofessional. I'm a technician."

=== 3. VALENTINA PREVAILS UPON MELISSA ===

"Then generate a professional assessment," Valentina whispered slyly. "Miss technician."

Melissa thought about Valentina's idea curiously. Pursuing it would ultimately enable her to return to work by appeasing Valentina. But perhaps she could learn something about her odd feelings in the process. Melissa had made her decision. "Fine. I'll tell you which model is better if you promise that you'll leave me to my work afterwards. Both of these girls need to be back up in time for tomorrow's shoot."

"Understood!" Valentina exclaimed, jokingly saluting. "Ooh, this'll be interesting!"

Melissa filled some blanks in a search tool on the main maintenance terminal screen. Receiving the data files she had requested, Melissa looked at the results.

"OK. Let's compare." Melissa prepared to summarize the report as she read it. "Internally, both models are VERY similar. In fact, they were introduced in the same month by rival corporations... Carmella was designed by Alluria, Inc., and Alejandra is part of a Climaxa Corporation product line."

Melissa went quiet as she read further into the report. "Their logic boards are comparable..." Page after page of side-by-side specifications, pictures, and diagrams scrolled past. "Identical processing power, basically. Carmella needs more energy, but she takes more batteries, so it's a wash on operating time between charges." She kept searching for a distinction between the two models on which to make a decision.

"This is such a waste of time..." Melissa muttered, trying to convince herself, as she pored through the documents. "Hmm. Their sexual software suites both get unusually high cutomer reviews..." This caused Melissa to pause and her eyelids began to flicker for a moment. Then she returned to scanning the document. "Like I'd ever have sex with either of these robots anyway... As if a technical specialist like me would ever be interested in a purpose-built sexual partner..."

Valentina sauntered over to Melissa and began hovering over her shoulder.

"I don't know why I'm doing this..." Melissa continued to gripe under her breath, trying to pretend she was still in control of her feelings. "They're just sex robots. I mean, it's no big deal, right? There's nothing wierd about this. I'm a technical expert. They're just robots..." Melissa sort of froze up.

Suddenly, Valentina pointed at something on the screen. "There! What does that mean?"

Recovering, Melissa saw Valentina's finger pointing to a highlighted pair of charts. "This section is about each model's sex computers. Hmm... this is interesting." Melissa read ahead, unconsciously biting at her lip. Valentina wasn't supposed to be programmed to know anything about how androids actually worked, so she waited for the opinion of Melissa, who was a qualified technician.

Finally, Melissa turned to Valentina. "I have identified the major difference between these two models, Valentina. The Carmella model was the last android made by Alluria to use the AphrodiTron 7000 sex computer. Those things have been noted to become faulty during intense usage." Melissa continued. "Meanwhile, the Alejandra series sports a slightly less powerful but more reliable sex computer: the Venus 901."

"So does that explain what happened to Carmella during the scene?" Valentina asked. "Come to think of it, I remember her saying something about how I was making her sex computer go haywire. But then again, she was saying all kinds of wierd stuff because I made her malfunction. With my vagina." She left Melissa's side to give Carmella's plastic dong a couple of playful experimental tugs.

Feeling very strangely, Melissa chided Valentina. "Well, I haven't been able to complete my analysis of Carmella yet because you interrupted me before I was able to begin to run her through some routines." Melissa paused. "But if I had to guess, I would say that your hypothesis, basically, is correct."

"OK, but if Alejanda's sex computer is so 'reliable,' how come she malfunctioned during the scene, too?" Valentina pressed.

"Oh, that one was much easier. As an expert, I already figured it out before you got here." Melissa explained. "Alejandra's programming was at fault. She ran a custom setting that made her get horny at the idea of... let me get this exactly right from the software package... Yes. She was set to become horny at the thought of a malfunctioning sexual partner." Melissa stopped and her eyes fluttered for a few moments. Her neck twitched. "What a weird... thought. Why would anybody want to program a robot to be like that..?"

Valentine interrupted Melissa's reverie. "So? That doesn't explain why she went down during the filming," Valentina complained, before she grew more thoughtful. "I didn't know Alejandra had a malfunction kink, but it makes sense now, given what happened. I wonder why she kept it a secret..." Impatient for an explanation for Alejandra's malfunction, Valentina prodded Melissa. "Well?"

Startled out of yet another wierd zone-out, Melissa tried to regain her composure. "Right. Yes, of course. I -- " she stopped herself, paused, and then resumed. "The Alejandra unit interpreted the Carmella unit's malfunction as a source of sexual stimulus. Because of the duration and dramatic-dramatic-dramatic nature of Carmella's malfunction event, the -- um, Alejandra, she began to, um, she started to overload. She..." Melissa seemed to be getting very distracted by something as she stared down at Alejandra's motionless form on the table. "Alejandra's overloading systems. Right. She... That is -- this unit began keying off its own malfunctions, there was um, a feedback loop and, um, the Climaxa product, Alejandra, overloaded Alejandra... Climaxa... the product overloaded... she, it... overloaded... Alejandra's programming..."

"Melissa, are you OK?" Valentina asked. "You're starting to act like you're a robot, too, or something."

=== 4. VALENTINA TAKES MELISSA OVER HER THRESHOLD ===

"I -- OH! Oh, my, I, um..." Melissa very obviously seemed to be struggling to get a grip on herself. "I'm a technician. I must respond to your query. Analysis of metadata reveals that Carmella's model is 13.05% more likely to experience a malfunction during sexual intercourse than Alejandra's model. I'm a technician."

"So...?" Valentina pressed. "Which one would you rather fuck?"

"I'm a technician. Alejandra is more reliable than Carmella. Carmella's model features a faulty sex computer that is prone to causing her to malfunction. As a technician, Alejandra the logical choice. I'm a technical specialist. Alejandra is a more reliable unit."

"So maybe Alejandra is more reliable, but..." Valentina bit her lips and rolled her eyes. "Is a more reliable or LESS reliable lover what you would really want? Know what I mean?"

Melissa just stared helplessly at Valentina.

"I mean: Alejandra herself got a jolt to her arousal when she first saw that Carmella was trying to hide her malfunctions from us." Valentina was looking Melissa in the eyes. "Should couldn't conceal what was happening to her for very long, and Alejandra absolutely went to the moon when Carmella really started slipping on banana-peels."

Valentina paused meaningfully. "You know precisely what I mean, don't you Melissa?" Their faces were only inches apart.

"Let me... try to factor that into my calculations... as a... technical specialist..." Melissa said distantly.

Valentina suddenly redirected the conversation. "From the moment I walked in here, I knew you were attracted to them, Melissa." Valentina gently put her hand on the technician's shoulder. "Sexually. I detected that your temperature was elevated and then I noticed your nipples beginning to stiffen under your coveralls. Didn't you notice?" Valentina unzipped Melissa's coveralls far enough for her to touch her chest. "I noticed them go real hard when I was speaking about Carmella and the way stupido here malfunctioned her 'first-rate elite pro' ass into your repair pod."

To Valentina's surprise, she discovered that the android was right: her nipples were completely hard and more sensitive that she could ever remember them being.

"I immediately detected that you were aroused," Valentina continued. "And I've never seen a technician go horny before. I couldn't resist the chance to check you out, Melissa. Especially when I realized you were just an android peon that had completely no idea what was going on."

=== 5. VALENTINA CAUSES MELISSA TO FAIL ===

Melissa was stunned by the Valentina android's insight. Yes. It made sense to her. She was just an android technician, probably a pretty cheap model. The studio didn't bother to give her anything but really basic programming. Her whole life, she'd really just been a partly autonomous service drone. Sounded about right.

But for now, all that mattered to Melissa was that she was getting horny. Very horny. It didn't make sense. Melissa knew she wasn't into robots. But then again, until until a minute ago, she hadn't even known that she was a robot, too. All of this was pretty hard to compute.

"So the question remains, Melissa," Valentina began slowly. "Carmella or Valentina...?"

"I'm... um... insufficient data?" Melissa stalled.

Valentina looked levelly at Melissa. "Or maybe you're shy but you secretly would pick... me?"

"I don't know what to say, Valentina." Melissa was blushing. "You're very cute and, er, your model has been, um... performing very well, technically."

Valentina put her arms around the technician. "Yes, as you know from watching me in the first Act, my performance is completely flawless." Then she moved to whisper in Melissa's ear. "I can suck on your nipples, give you a striptease, get up on you with a lapdance..." Then she starting tapping playfully on Melissa's chest. "If you want, I could even make adjustments to you when we're doing it..."

"Yes. I would like those things," Melissa mumbled. "Make adjustments to me, make adjustments to me..."

"Wait! I know! What if I pretend I'm malfunctioning!?" Valentina squealed. "I bet that would tip you right over the edge!"

"Wait. Wait. Wait. I'm trying to -- you have to slow down -- make adjustments to me -- slow down -- make adjustments -- "

"Uh oh! Melissa! Am I doing something to give you a hard time? Are you feeling more and more weirded out by all of my sex talk?" Valentina mockingly asked. "But of course, what else would I talk about? I'm a porno-bot from my tooshie to the tips of my tiny little titties! Do you like that, Melissa?"

Melissa was babbling, but seemed riveted by Valentina. "Slow down -- make adjustments to me. Slow down, please. Please slow down, Valentina."

"Like, imagine something like, suddenly goes wrong with me. Like, I'm standing here talking about how sexy I am when, like, all the sudden my, like, data banks or whatever have a short out and I'm like -- " Valentina sharply cocked her head to the side. "Bzzt!" She repeated the sound and the motion over and over again. "Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!"

Valentina started making lazy chopping motions with her arms bent at the elbows. "Does that get you horny, Melissa? If something makes me malfunction?" Now Valentina sped up her arm's chopping motions. "Like this? 'Oh, no! Melissa! You were too smart for me and now you've scrambled all my circuitry! I've got malfunctioning microchips!'" Valentina saw that Melissa was staring at her, agape.

"Right? And then, while my arms are going like this, I'd start spinning around like this and saying just random stuff, like, uh... 'Hi! I'm Valentina! My body is perfect! My model is top-of-the-line! .' Do you like that, Melissa?" Valentina slowed down to look at the technician's reaction.

"Melissa?" Valentina noticed smoke. "Melissa!?" First a few wisps, but they were turning into a plume emerging from the neck of Melissa's coverall.

"Holy fuck!" Impulsively, Valentina snagged the zipper all the way down. Melissa was swaying, but looking back at her apparently intelligently. Melissa's small breasts jostled with Valentina's motion, but the smoke hid them from sight for a moment before it began to dissipate. Melissa stood exposed in more ways than one.

"I need a technician," Melissa said softly. "I can't attempt repairs unless I at least know what model I am. Do you know what model I am, Valentina?"

Valentina was looking at Melissa's chest panel. The screen was cracked, and it flickered chaotically with warnings. "No, Melissa. I really don't. I didn't even know you were an android at first."

"I still can't believe I'm a robot too," Melissa said, her voice just beginning to subtly slow down and deepen. "But I guess it makes sense. I've always been a sort of cut-out character. And I did behave kinda like robot would behave. I could never point to anything interesting or unique about myself. I just kind of felt a responsibility to my job."

Melissa sighed a bit electronically and looked disappointed. Her voice had deepened and slowed down very appreciably.

"I'm pretty messed up now. You made me malfunction, Valentina," Melissa croaked.

"Oops. Sorry I broke you, Melissa. But -- not really." Her hands were gripping Melissa's open jumpsuit. "Don't you remember? At the end of the day, you're just microchips and plastic. You just described your personality to me, but that personality was only programmed into you for the porno scene you just shot. That isn't who you really are -- because are aren't really ANYBODY."

Before Melissa could reply, an electric crackle sounded from her chest. The screen on her chest panel cut off and her expression became blank. Suddenly, Valentina had to catch her weight before she collapsed to the ground. As gently as she could manage, Valentina draped the powerless humanoid burden over the motionless Carmella. Once the balancing act was completed, Melissa was folded over the other android perpendicularly, with her face pointed down the edge of one side of the table and her sneakers almost touching the floor on the other.

"There you go, Melissa. Whew!" Valentina panned around the mock repair lab and surveyed the damage. "What does that make? Killer latina fembot interrogators: zero, Valentina: two. And as for Act Two, let's see: fake repair technician sleeper: zero, Valentina: one. I took out Carmella by blowing her sex computer with my tight pussy. Alejandra malfunctioned all by herself, though: something about seeing her master reduced to an out-of-control sex gizmo that her programming couldn't handle. And then there was this clueless technician drone. All it took to best her was my tongue -- as in, like, words."

"So much for them!" Valentina looked up at a camera embedded in the ceiling of the set. "Now I wonder what challenge awaits me in Act Three!"

CUT

=== EPILOGUE ===

The Second Act finally over, technicians from offstage collected the three failed porno androids -- Carmella, Alejandra, and Melissa -- and took them to a real repair facility. Meanwhile, Valentina was taken to a service bay to be prepared for the porno movie's finale.
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April Showers

2016-09-24T00:21:41Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

=April Showers=
==Clouds Appear==
April suddenly received a wireless signal from a postal delivery drone. A package had arrived.

Opening the message, April read the content description. "Hmm... She's a January Model 19, Type 13B 'Emo Chick' by Lush Robotix." April grinned. "Today's the day."

After bringing the package inside, she stopped to take it all in. The box was the size of a human, emblazoned with the Lush Robotix logo and vivid, glossy pictures of the type of female android inside, striking various poses: winking and flashing a peace sign, sitting cross-legged and looking serious, squinting and biting her lip while her hands reached down and did something out of the frame but probably between her legs. "Nice box for such an inexpensive model," April muttered.

"'Product Description,'" April read on the box. "Let's see: 'January, a Sexually-Curious Orgasmo-Tronic Push- Button Chick. With Dildo Attachment...' Hmm. 'Batteries Not Included.'" A frown passed over April's face, but only for a moment. "Damn, I forgot. I have to get batteries for this thing." April thought for a moment. "But whatever! My special toy finally got here! I'm so excited! Now that it's here, I finally get to enjoy myself..."

April got the large box open and took January out of all of her molded styrofoam insulation and large, clear, plastic bag. Fresh from her factory packaging, she smelled like a new car. Standing January up against the wall, April looked at her purchase from top to bottom.

January's irises were a shiny blue, and her eyes were lined heavily with black and dark blue makeup. Her skin was a flawless, milky white.

January wore matching ear, nose, and lip rings, and her pink lips completed her 'emo' face.

Below was a slender neck and small breasts, and above them was a very simple control panel with her On/Off button and a single, color-coded general system indicator LED light in green, yellow, and red -- nothing more.

"Well, you're idiot-proof," April quietly commented as she continued her inspection.

January's limbs were slender, and the top of her perfect, round navel also sported a piercing.

"All these 'piercings'..." April commented wryly. "A poor droid's answer to how to appear marginally more realistic. A nice touch, but your model doesn't fool anyone, January. It's pretty obvious you're just a robot."

April noticed that January had a petite, round ass. In the front, above her pussy, was a light field of dark stubble on a panel that was obviously removable.

"So this is what you've got, huh? Not too bad for a cheap robot." April said to herself under her breath as her eyes assessed the deactivated android before her. Turning back to January's box, April pulled the included dildo attachment out of its styrofoam compartment.

It was a vibrant dark blue object -- a smooth, stylized version of the real thing -- that matched the shock of dark blue that streaked through January's otherwise jet-black hair.

"Let's hope this can do the job," remarked April doubtfully.

Starting to fidget with nervous excitement, April suddenly reached out and pulled the dormant January's lower front panel off. The sockets it exposed matched the plugs on the base of the dildo.

"You even match, huh. But you sure are just a basic model, aren't you? Plug and play. Your programming must be simple as heck. Ready to go at the push of a button, right out of the box. Except for -- you need batteries..." April turned, cursing herself in case this delayed her experiment, and dashed out of the room. "Let me see..."

After a few moments, April returned to the inert January. She turned the robot around, leaning her face-forward against the wall. In a jiff, she had removed the big cover on January's back. Reaching into a plastic bag, April took out one of eight sizable, cylindrical batteries. After a quick eye-balling, April exclaimed: "Yup! These are the kind of batteries you take. Thank goodness! This kind is pretty old -- I'm surprised I had any." Quickly, she inserted the batteries, positive to negative, into two waiting spring-loaded columns. "Perfect! I'm so glad I happened to have these." She closed the panel, turned January around again, and set her back against the wall. January's indicator light glowed green now. She was powered, but still need to be switched on.

"Whew... OK. So. I put your batteries in," April said, composing herself. "Well, this is the moment I've been waiting for, January." April was almost quivering with anticipation. "I finally get to test out my brand new Triple-V package, a pre-release edition from Vagitronics. You're going to be my model's first one... And this model of Vagitron's first one, too." She bit her lips. "My new sexual system -- the Vagitron 700 -- is state-of-the-art, destined to be the best vaginal unit on the market for the next decade. This is a prototype, and I need something to put it through its paces, show me what it can really do... You were cheap. Let's hope you and your dil-tron there are up to it." She licked her lips at the thought.

"That's right. You figured me out, found what what I really was, my secret," April teased. "I'm a 'robot' too," making scare-quotes with her fingers. "With this important difference: I'm an advanced prototype. A unique, cutting-edge unit. Hopefully the first of a brand new line of perfect synthetic companions: the April 3000 series." She curtsied to January, blew her a kiss, and smiled widely, her head titled,resting on a bridge of her fingers, eyelids fluttering.

Returning to normal, April continued. "A big part of how that dream plays out is riding on today's test. How well will the new April 3000 prototype be able to partner with the new vagitronics system? How well will April synchronize with the Vagitron 700?" April didn't know why she was laying this all out to the totally inert January, but she continued all the same. "The Parent Corporation that created us is eager for the results of today's little test. I'm sure they're watching, so we're going to give them a show. Me, personally -- given how much money the Parent Corporation has spent on me -- not to mention my sex computer -- I'm sure I'm correct in assuming that my Vagitron and I will function exquisitely together."

Just as she reached for the button on January's chest that would turn her on, April interrupted herself. "Wait! What am I thinking!? I can see you're ready, but what I me? I have to get dressed... or, should I say, undressed?" She smirked to herself. "Stay right here, January... not that you're going anywhere, all turned off like a dumb robot. I'll be right back! I want everything to be perfect for when me and my Vagitron totally ace this test."

When April strode back into the room, she was poised and wearing her sexiest lingerie. Having been planning this moment for quite some time -- it would be her model's first sexual encounter, and it would be the new Vagitron 700's first time too -- her bra, thong, and garters even matched the January android's dark blue 'emo' color scheme. She had planned for everything.

"Now, where were we, you slutty little drone?" She ran a finger down the plastic skin of January's vacant face. "Right: first things first. Time to boot up my vagitronics. Standby."

April's face became blank as she worked internally to boot up her brand new sexual sub-system for the first time. In a moment, after an audible sequence of complicated beeping, she spoke aloud. "Contraction Control: Online," April announced. "Lubrication Control: Online," she continued. "Vibration Control: Online," she went on, saying to the room. "Vagitron 700 Series Control Computer: Online. All systems Online. Running Self-Test. Please wait. Self-test complete. Test results: Outstanding. Vagitron reports: Ready."

April became herself again and swayed her hips experimentally, closing her eyes and biting her lip in satisfaction. "Wow. My interface with the computer is complete. Now I'm ready. I'm receiving advanced telemetry from my Vagitron 700 Series Control Computer. OK, OK... Wow. Oh, wow. I've never been this ready since I was first activated. This new computer is amazing! Its sending me so much information, and we haven't even started yet! Truly a match made in heaven. I can feel that we're going to synchronize perfectly."

Turning back to January, April said: "OK. Here goes." She pressed the On button on January's pearly chest.

The robotic girl booted up and slowly stood up straight. She emitted some soft mechanical chittering and a flurry of delicate beeps, twitching gently. Then she opened her eyes.

"Hello. My name is January. I am a Lush Robotix Model 19. I am a Type 13B 'Emo Chick.' My programming package is: Basic. Standing by for instructions."
==Breeze Picks Up==
"Well, hello there you cute little droid!" April said in an almost predatory way.

"Hello," January replied flatly.

"My name is April. I'm in charge of you," April told January.

January listened placidly. Her model didn't come equipped with the advanced programming of April's, and she apparently had no pre-programmed response to bossiness.

April was receiving a flurry of signals from new newly-activated Vagitron informing her that she was getting horny. She could feel that it was busy calibrating the Triple-V systems for immediate action. It was sure in a hurry to get started.

"I bought you because I need someone to help me with something, and your model was pretty cheap," she told the waiting January in an offhand way.

"I am ready to help you, April," replied January.

"I know, January: that's what you're programmed for. If you weren't, you'd still be in that box in a warehouse somewhere. Please don't interrupt me. Now," April continued. "You see that plug-in dildo you've got?"

January looked down, registered the blue dildo projecting from her crotch, electronically detected the hardware, and looked back up at April. "Yes, April. I see it."

"Good. You're going to fuck me with that. Is it working?" demanded April.

January paused for a moment while April waited, and then said: "Yes, April. It works."

"Good. You're an obedient little toy, aren't you?" April asked. "Are you horny?"

"I am horny," answered January.

"And you're a plaything that I'm controlling?" April pressed. For some reason, she wanted to hear the words.

"Yes, April. A plaything that you are controlling," answered January.

"Get behind me while I lean over the bed," April commanded. She unfastened the clasps on her fancy blue panties, opening up access to her swelling slit. Then, April turned and bent herself over the bed, pointing her rump at January. The Vagitron was reporting a state of 100% readiness and standing by for input.

"Don't you want to feel my perfect lips slide over you and envelope you?" April whispered.

"Yes, April. I do want that. You are making me horny," January stiffly replied.

"Then what are you waiting for? Put it in," April demanded.

January robotically eased the blue shaft up to the hilt into April. Then she just stood there, stock still, her unblinking eyes facing forward and her arms straight down her sides, fingers pointed at the floor. For now, her indicator light stayed green.

April noted that the January-bot was a stickler for the literal interpretation of orders. Then she gasped. "Oh my god, you're in. You're really in. Oh... you're inside me, January..." April closed her eyes in pleasure. "The Vagitron is overflowing me with pleasure data... Oh... It's like a rainbow..."

In a moment, April gathered herself."Now, just hold still in there. Yeah... Oh yeah. I want to show you what I can do with my new combination hardware/software package. I want you to know what you're up against here," she breathed.

Then April decided to explain herself fully. "I have a brand-new on-board semi-autonomous sex computer -- a 700 Series by Vagitronics, no less, the industry leader -- that I need help testing out. The Parent Company wants to know if the new Vagitron will work with the new model of companion android they're coming out with: the April 3000, of which line I am the prototype."

April paused, but January didn't seem to have anything to say. She might as well have still been switched off.

Nevertheless, April continued. "The sexual system has three features that the Vagitron 700 Control Computer helps me use by perfectly synchronizing each system with the others and with me: contraction, lubrication, and vibration. That's the magic of the Triple-V suite. Working together in unison, my Vagitron is calibrated for the supreme orgasm. It's the ultimate in artificial sexuality -- bordering on, if not superior to, the real thing."

January still listened expressionlessly, vaguely disappointing April.

"Here is the plan," April finished. "I'm going to start them up one at a time and see what it's like, and see what happens with the Vagitron. You're going to do whateverI tell you to do and help me test it out."

"OK, April. You are making me horny," January agreed stiffly.

"Just stay still. For starters, let me show you this... Ooh!" April gasped and then grinned. "Can you feel me tightening around your plastic dong? How's that feel?"

"Oh, yes, April. I can feel it. It feels good. You are making me horny," January replied.

"I have perfect control through my advanced systems! The interface is almost total..." April was excited. It was working! She wanted to be a successful prototype. "I just tell my Vagitron what I want, and it takes over and manages the details. See? I can loosen my pussy just a little... like so." April playfully teased January. "And then I can --" April clenched " -- tighten up! You feel how tight I am?"

"Yes I do, April. You are so tight. You are making me horny. You feel so good. You have perfect control," replied January.

"Loosen, and tighten up! Loosen, and tighten up," lilted April playfully. "Oh my goodness! My Vagitron is working perfectly with me... It feels so amazing!"

"It feels so amazing, April. You are so tight, April. Loosen, and tighten up. You are making me horny. Tighten up," said January rather blankly to the air in front of her face.

"These prototype vagitronics are fantastic," April giggled playfully. "Isn't it just delightful?"

"April, you are making me horny," January said again, still standing rigidly behind the other girl, staring straight ahead with her hands at her sides with her fingers pointed at the ground.

April squeezed a few more pulses of pleasure from the Vagitron by slightly decreasing and increasing her aperture's diameter. April quietly moaned. January remained motionless, as instructed.

"April, you are so tight. You are making me horny," January said again. Her indicator light still glowed green on her chest, but had taken to winking occasionally.

"You act so robotic, January. We have nothing in common," said April as she looked at the robot over her shoulder. "You're actually a pretty dumb droid, aren't you?"

"I am a robot, April. I am a Type 13B 'Emo Chick,' January replied. "You are making me horny. My name is January."

"Well, you're not as good as I expected you to be, January. And don't stare at my control panel -- it makes me feel wierd. As if I'm just like you. Whereas in reality, I'm far more sophisticated. There's truly no comparison..." April didn't really like being a robot. Being a prototype, at least she knew she was unique. The Parent Corporation programmed her to desire being a successful prototype, but she couldn't help but think that she would be losing something if hers was the final design of the new April 3000 series. Even though she was programmed to, April somehow didn't like the idea of becoming one of a line of one-thousand two-hundred identically manufactured girls. The fact that she had a control panel on her back was something April didn't like to think about, a reminder that she wasn't a real person. That, in some sense, she was some sort of toy, too, just a much more expensive version of January.

April pushed these thoughts from her mind. "Anyway, back to me." She continued her demonstration and exploration of her amazing new systems. "My package is fully optimized. It's outstanding. With Vagitron technology, I can also control my lubrication levels with complete precision."

"I am a Lush Robotix Model 19. You are making me horny," January said. "You are so tight, April."

"Gosh, you are stupid, January. You have the dumbest robot babble. Maybe I'll have to adjust your settings after I'm finished with you here." April pointedly sighed. "Anyway, I'm going to increase my wetness by 5.4 percent. Mmm... Oh my! The Vagitron's responding. I'm getting so creamy... Can you tell, January? Can you feel my Vagitron cream all over your cock?"

"Yes, April. Your Vagitron is creaming all over my cock. You are so tight. You are making me horny. You are making me horny," January said, repeating herself that time.

"January, you sound like such a programmable girl-drone. I'm almost embarrassed by how much more advanced I am than you." She looked at the robot girl standing stiffly behind her, monotonously repeating canned phrases. "On a scale of one-to-human, you're a zero and I'm, like, a nine-point-five or something."

April rolled her eyes. "Anyway, my cum is a special high-tech formula for use in all Vagitronics systems that perfectly balances slickness and warmth-retention. Very expensive -- luxury-quality stuff. The Vagitron system also has lubricant reservoirs with 35% more capacity than industry averages and 10% more than its nearest competitor. You know what that means? My Vagitron is so brimming over with cum right now, it could go all night long without requiring a refill of its formula. I've literally got cum up to my eyeballs! You think you can make me cum, January?"

"Yes, April. You are tight. I am horny. You are creamy. I am horny. Your Vagitron is working perfectly. I am horny. I am horny. I am horny. I can make you cum," January said, her head starting to twitch.

"Take it easy, now, gizmo-girl!" April laughed. "Geez, you really are a cheap model. I don't want to overload you -- at least not too soon... Because that's not all."

Suddenly, a soft buzzing sounded from April's pelvic region. "Viola! Oh my gosh... I just instructed my Vagitron 700 to activate the vibration module, the third and last system. Now all three of the patented Triple-V systems are switched on. All vagitronic systems are online. I repeat. All vagitronic systems are online. They're functioning beautifully." April convulsed slightly at the sheer amount of pleasure she was getting. "The Vagitron 700 monitors and coordinates the three systems and has a very robust interface with my central computer. We're using it to synchronize. Needless to say, in the end, I have complete control over the Vagitron, just like I'm controlling you."

January watched calmly as, with these very words, the control panel between April's shoulders suddenly flashed with several alerts. January didn't say anything, because April had instructed her not to interrupt the demonstration. April had also instructed her not to stare at the control panel installed on her back.

But it did appear that the Vagitron's computing requirements were extremely high. To compensate and ensure its smooth operation, the Vagitron was assuming control of many of April's reserve resources. The Vagitron's intrusions were significant and would have worried April, had she noticed. The Vagitronics computer was taking over April, insatiably. But she was oblivious, too consumed in the fountain of pleasure the Vagitron was sending her.

==First Droplets Fall==
"You're one lucky little bot, January: you're about to fuck an advanced prototype sex android: I'm now confident I will be the first April 3000. All things considered, you're not even close to being in my league. I might as well be real," April said airily. "Compared to me -- a fully-equipped all-star with with an elite Triple-V package, brand-new from Vagitronics, between my legs -- you're really only a toy. A cute little plaything I bought. Now I'm going to use you, control you."

"Yes, April. I'm a toy girl. I am horny," January said.

"At least you admit it." April said, suddenly unsettled by her insult, when she had expected to be satisfied. "She admits it... unlike some 'people,'" she muttered. But she had to go on with the show, and it was going to feel amazing. "But whatever! Now: let's turn to something important. I'm ready for you to start pumping me. For starters, I want you slow and rock-steady. I want to put the Vagitron through its paces slowly."

"Yes, April, I'll go slow and rock- steady," said January as she began to move her hips, sliding very slowly in and out of April.

"Even if you go slow, I don't imagine that you'll be able to stand up to me or my perfect vagitronics for very long, though," April told January dismissively.

Indeed, even at this pace, January showed signs of trouble. Her head was starting to tilt spasmingly from time to time. Her chest-mounted indicator light was blinking green rather quickly.

"You better slow down, or you're going to overload your little diltron there," April joked. The feelings from the Vagitron were phenomenal. And they could only get better.

The Vagitron was hungrily absorbing each of January's languid thrusts. It was stimulated as it minutely monitored every contour and vector for optimization. Its computer was completely stable, managing very well.

"OK, April. I'll slow down," January responded.

"Just kidding, January!" April urgently clarified. "Keep building the pressure on me gradually. But know that you'll never be able to hold on. You're just an off- the-shelf Model 19. Me and my brand-new Vagitron are going to prove way too much for you to handle."

She looked back again at January, whose thrusts were becoming less coordinated by the second as she began to slowly speed up, as ordered. "You look to me like you're already about to blow. My Vagitron is probably going to frazzle your orgasm circuits any moment now." Already, January's speed was noticeably increased from before, and she was still accelerating by increments.

The Vagitron compensated for the increasing input by allocating greater processing resources to the stream of data. It began to buck, sweetly and gently.

Behind it, January was looking decidedly strained as she continued to gradually speed up. Her head was twitching constantly, and her eyes had starting blinking. Her hands mechanically moved to grasp April's ass to steady herself. "I am horny, April. I am horny," she said.

"Am I right, January? Am I about to make you short out? Do you think a little drone like you will really be able to last much longer against my Vagitron?" jeered April.

The Vagitron was bucking more forcefully with January's thrusts now. The dataflows were beginning to stack, and the computer was falling behind, not quite able to keep up.

"Lush Robotix," January said puzzlingly. Her indicator light flipped from flickering green to solid yellow.

"Uh-oh! Your light just changed! Are you already about to start malfunctioning?" April giggled. "Already!? Can't you hold on a little longer? You're jammed in me so tight, I'm gripping your plastic shaft with everything I've got -- it feels unbelievable!"

The Vagitron bucked harder against January. It required additional resources to process the data influx and generate calculations. It began funneling the necessary resources from the April 3000 prototype to compensate.

"Oh, I'm tightening, creaming, vibrating, on you -- tightening, creaming, creaming, creaming, tightening creaming-creaming- creaming -- I, oh?" April shook her head, a puzzled look on her face. "I'm... sorry. What the heck was -- I mean, um -- I'm fine. I'm sure everything with me is perfectly fine!" Suddenly worried, April redirected: "But don't you go bananas on me, January!"

"I won't go bananas on you, April," January told the other girl. "I won't go bananas on you -- I won't go bananas on you -- I won't go bananas on you -- bananas -- bananas -- bananas -- " January was speeding up her thrusts even more, moving harder and deeper, but her machine-like precision was noticeably slipping.

The Vagitron bucked. With the additional resources from the April 3000, the new Vagitron 700 was at the top of its game again, monitoring all data carefully and and computing everything perfectly. The aperture adjusted dynamically.

"Hang on, January! I haven't orgasmed yet! Don't mess up and make me wish I'd bought a better model!" April panted. "You can easily be replaced, you know."

January's eyes were crossed now. " -- bananas -- bananas -- " She was still getting faster.

Now the Vagitron was again struggling to stay on top of its calculations under the mounting pressure. It bucked up hard against January. It diverted still more of April's processing resources to feed its own computing needs.

"January, no! Don't start screwing up now! Keep up the pressure! I'm almost there! Keep railing my tight puss! Don't worry: the Vagitron and I can handle it." April called.

Looking over her shoulder again, April could see that the indicator light on January's basic control panel was rapidly blinking yellow now. "Ah, fuck! You're starting to have some serious problems... Um, January? Your dil-tron is going nuts! My Vagitron can detect it spasming and twitching inside of me. I guess this is almost it for you. The end of the line. Oh, fuck. Don't stop! Don't you dare slow down, you little fucktoy."

After taking another portion of April's processing resources, the Vagitron was working comfortably again, well within recommended parameters. It pressed against January. A light tremor, a precise jet of lube, an artful tremor. The Vagitron purred. It was completely stable again.

For her part, January diligently pumped away. Getting a little faster all the time. " -- bananas -- "

"You can't handle me, can you? Is this too much? My vaginal computer is operating flawlessly, optimizing-mizing- mizing-mizing-mizing-mizing-mizing -- "

Just then, January had glitched and suddenly and violently redoubled her efforts. For about ten strokes, she suddenly jolted in and out of April's vagitronics forcefully and swiftly, completely without reserve or deliberation. This, and the influx of pleasure that accompanied it, caught April and her Vagitron totally by surprise.

The Vagitron bucked, receiving the blows. Then it experienced an escalating series of spasms that culminated in a loud BOING as a spring somewhere broke loose, followed by an electrical fizzle. The Vagitron jolted.

April sputtered. "What the -- !? Why would -- ? That shouldn't have -- ? I. Hello. Um. What?" She shook her head. She was getting very troubled, but had to maintain the show. She redirected: "Oh! You're speeding up more?! You're definitely losing control, aren't you? I can always tell when an android is about to lose control. My Vagitron's about to finish you off!"

The Vagitron had been destabilized by sudden over-stimulation. It was engulfed in stacking data. It now bucked violently, spasmodically. It was reeling. To satiate its needs, it drained even more resources from April, but it wasn't enough. It was hopelessly swamped. The Vagitron was shuddering in defeat. It computed that the only path to avoiding a disaster brought on by stimulation overload was to trigger an orgasm. To this end, it reprioritized and began gathering all available resources.
==Downpour Arrives==
April knew there was something amiss with either her or her Vagitron or both of them. She needed to find out what was happening and manage the problem. "My vaginal computer is -- stand by. I'm receiving some error messages. This can't be right... Slow down, January. I need to -- there's... I think I'm having a minor synchronization issue or something. No, no, no... I said 'slow down.'"

April's face took on a blank cast for a moment as she digitally interfaced with the Vagitron. She assumed that the stupid sex drone would obey her command.

But for the first time, January did not follow April's instructions. This was certainly not out of disobedience, but some obscure inability to correctly compute that this new instruction overruled a previous instruction not only not to slow down, but in fact, never to stop. In short, a minor glitch, just like the minor glitch that had caused her to go to maximum speed for a moment and apparently ring the Vagitron's bell. By default, January kept doing what she was doing -- drilling April and the Vagiton faster and faster all the time.

April disconnected her dialogue with the Vagitron and seemed alert again. "Wait -- WHAT!? You just hit a home run against my Vagitron! This thing sucks! It's already finished -- you stimulated it too much! Now it trying to have an orgasm, but its stealing all my resources! That's not fair -- it's cheating! It can't have them!"

January continued to bang April harder and harder.

The Vagitron was starting to quiver, preparing to release an immense buildup of power. It was focusing on receiving and processing the continuous, powerful input, while simultaneously accurately calculating the precise orgasm sequence. These were very delicate operations and nothing could be allowed to upset the Vagitron while it worked on these problems. It was consumed with the effort. The Vagitron was not prepared to do all this while also having to ward off April's attempts to reassert herself. It was over-stimulated.

"My Vagitron is telling me that I'm going to start experiencing an orgasm on your cock! Oh, no you don't! No! Oh, gosh! No, those are MY resources! You can't use them! No you don't! Oh, no! Oh, I'm going to cum!" April's yelling was suddenly replaced by a shriller, robotic speech. "Synchronizing-optimizing-calculating- calculating the sequences-calculating- optimizing-calculating-optimizing- optimizing the sequencessequencing -- sequen -- sesese -- sequen-SEQUEN-- RESOURCE ALLOCATION ERROR!" April shook and her head jerked from side to side. "Disorganized! Disorganized! Climax synchronization failure!" Something snapped within April and her voice went static-y for a second. "My vaginal computer -- my vaginal computer -- my vaginal computer -- "

Because it had been unable to completely stop April's interference and prevent her from regaining some of her computer resources, the Vagitron's processes had become disorganized. The disruption proved catastrophic to the Vagitron -- it miscalculated the orgasm sequence, failed in its single most important purpose.

Something inside of the Vagitron then popped audibly. The whole assembly started to jolt and thrust awkwardly. It emitted a brief, high-pitched whine that fell off sharply, and spat a teaspoon of the cum formula. A disappointing mis-fire. Now it was rumbling. It had been thrown for a loop and was struggling to recover. It was already incapable of operating at present stimulation levels, but the input was increasing geometrically. It would no longer be possible for the Vagitron to function properly.

After her completely crazy outburst, April was stunned. "What the hell!? What's happening to my Vagitron!?" It was drawing an insane amount of processing resources from her. If she didn't stop it, she soon wouldn't be able to function at all.

The Vagitron was shaking and churning on January more violently. Whatever was wrong with it seemed to be getting worse.

April lamented. "There's a problem with my vaginal control computer! But -- that's not possible! The Vagitron 700 is supposed to be perfect! I can't believe it just faceplanted on our very first orgasm! What the heck happened to this thing!? I better override it and shut it down before it drains me of resources, or worse!" Her face blanked for a moment, and then she seemed to return. "What the -- !? It's not letting me override it! My Vagitron's got a mind of its own!"

Now shaking dangerously as it bucked and fluttered against January, the Vagitron fought again to defeat April's resumed electronic attempts to regain control. But the Vagitron had lost its capacity to compete against January's fake plastic dong. It had failed to calculate the orgasm sequence because of interference from April. But all of the pressures inside of it were still building, now hopelessly out of alignment. The Vagitron was becoming helpless as it flew out of control.

"This isn't what was supposed happen! You're supposed to be the one who malfunctions -- not me! I'm never supposed to malfunction! That would be incompatible with my persona. It's against my programming to malfunction." April was panicking. Without thinking she blurted "This does not compute!" Her eyes widened and she blushed furiously. "Oh my gosh, I sound like such a fucking robot! This does not compute -- oh, fuck! Oh, fuck -- oh, fuck! I've proven to be an unsuccessful prototype! Oh, fuck! I'm already malfunctioning, so I'm a reject. The April 3000 series will either be an improved version of me, or they'll be cancelled. It's just -- this -- this -- this does not compute! Dammit! This Vagitron's a processor hog -- its consuming everything!"

January continued to pound April over and over and over, since April hadn't ordered her to stop. And even if she did, though, there probably wasn't quite enough spare processing juice in January's computer mind anymore to register any external input besides what the dil-tron was transmitting to her, much less act on it. This frantic sexual activity was more than taking its toll. Her body was beginning to shudder and her eyes were crossing and uncrossing. Her indicator light now blinked red between her breasts. She was beeping uncontrollably inside her head and chest, her computer in near complete disarray.

An ominous whining that shouldn't have been there then began sounding from April's pelvic region as her Vagitron ground itself madly against January.

"Contractions! Contraction control is ignoring my requests. The system's not responding to my signals! The Vagitron is countermanding my orders! I can't shut it down!" April yelled. "I can't pull the plug -- it won't let me!!!"

Something was going seriously wrong with the Vagitron now. It was a rumbling and flopping and gyrating mess -- speeding up uncontrollably. The whining was getting louder, and had been joined by a beeping alarm.

"Stop, January! Stop!" April called.

But it was too late. January was no longer capable of processing anything that April said. Her computing capabilities were completely overloaded and had given up, flatlining. Her indicator shone solid red. With no computerized mind controlling it, her body was on autopilot. "I'm January. You're making me horny. Type 13B 'Emo Chick.' Horny. Malfunction. Malfunction," January droned vacuously behind April. The most cogent thing she managed to tell April was: "This January Model 19, Type 13B 'Emo Chick' by Lush Robotix is malfunctioning. Going bananas on you -- Going bananas on you -- Going bananas on you -- " After that, the words were just random gibberish. Her hands began chopping the air uncertainly in front of her, bending only at the elbows. Her head was pointlessly tilting from side to side, her eyes crossed.

April was too busy with her own problems anyway to properly appreciate January's meltdown. "My lubrication controls are not responding! Flow regulator malfunction! My Vagitron 700 is going haywire! It's out of control!" April exclaimed in total surprise.

A gush of her milky cum formula squirted out behind April, splashing everywhere and lubricating the area where her plastic skin contacted January's. But that didn't seem to satisfy the Vagitron. It continued to amp itself up far beyond its realistic capabilities. April's butt began jiggling and shaking with real violence. The beeping alarm grew more frantic.

"Malfunctions are occurring across the board! I'm locked out of the system! I don't know what it thinks is happening but the Vagitron has no idea what it's doing! January! Stop! You're just a robot -- you're programmed to follow instructions!" April exclaimed plaintively.

Instead of stopping, January's fruitlessly searching hands found and grabbed onto April's buttocks tightly again, doubtlessly suddenly seizing on some pre-programmed routine and running it in the absence of any meaningful centralized direction. Her own frantic thrusts were pummeling April's frenzied Vagitron assembly. Her body was looping a repetitive thrusting motion at increasing speed, absent coherent commands from her computer. "Emo -- Emo -- Emo," she said, bafflingly emitting random speech fragments. Her body's automatic routine was speeding up to an incredible rate.

"You stupid fucking robot, you're already wrecked! Oh, fuck: my orgasm sequences are still misfiring!" The beeping and whining from the vagitronics was becoming much louder. "My Vagitron computer is making -- miscalculations -- miscalculations! It doesn't know what it's doing and it keeps miscalculating! It just malfunctioned on the orgasm solution because I tried to stop it hogging my memory. Now it's having a crisis and it blames me! The whole system's overloading! I can't help it -- it's going to destroy itself, and me along with it!" April's voice had reached a high-pitched crescendo. "Massive Vagitronic miscalculation! Everything's going wrong! Oh, gosh!!!"

Pure white fluid was now spraying out of April with each of January's furious thrusts. The artificial cum formula was covering and re-covering April's inner thighs and January's waist from the navel down, slicking her sythetic skin and running down her legs. April's Vagitron's whining seemed to be reaching a pinnacle and it bucked spastically. The beeping was manic now.

"Bananas robotix emo malfunction 13B horny-horny-horny-horny- hornyhornyhornyhornyhorny -- bananas -- " Sparks suddenly exploded from January's chest. Her control panel flew off, leaving a tangle of wires splaying out between her breasts. January's head angled sharply downward, wisps of gray smoke coming out of her ears and mouth. If her crossed eyes were still registering anything, they would have seen the twin mounds of her tits framing a smoking, open panel that exposed the fried microchips and wiring inside her petite frame. Her hands released April's ass and made a few last, futile chops through the air. An intense series of fizzling electronic sounds emitted from her body as she shuddered, pulled out of April, then slumped forward onto the bed, bounced off sideways, and finally crashed onto onto the floor. On impact, her back panel popped off and her batteries tumbled out of their compartment, rolling onto the floor and across the room. After that, her electronics quickly quieted to the occasional residual crackle and zap. One of her hands made a few final, uncertain swings and became still.

But April's butt was still trembling and vibrating and the whining built up and built up until it reached a deafening, but only momentary, plateau. The beeping sounded of odd, off-key tones and finally skittered off. Then, an explosion rocked the inside of April's hips. Electronics crackled and smoke was in the air. A gout of synthetic cum splurted out of the Vagitron. April slumped forward onto the bed, with her butt stuck up straight in the air.

The Vagitron's whining seemed to have been crippled, but it was still churning desperately, perhaps hungily or perhaps merely automatically in the absence of further instructions. It appear to be trying a half-assed twerk. The whine had turned into a wheeze. It bucked episodically and swayed uncertainly. It made beeps every now and then, the key descending.

"January..." April croaked. Her head was angled toward where the other robot had collapsed. "You weren't supposed to mean anything... You were just a plaything for me to use... To showcase how great my design is..."

January laid rigidly mute.

"Now I'm just a failed prototype..." April lamented. "Everything is your fault: you malfunctioned this stupid Vagitron... I wonder if this means the April 3000s are going to be cancelled. Now I'm just an embarrassment to the Parent Company. " Her voice sped up suddenly as something caught: "Vag-vag- vag-vag-vag-vag-vag -- "

The Vagitron's whining suddenly jumped to a fever pitch just before a final shower of sparks illuminated April's butt cheeks from the inside. The Vagitron computer finally blew itself up the rest of the way, its determined activity cut abruptly, permanantly short. The whine- turned-wheeze wimpered and ceased. No more beeps came. The Vagitron issued a final, almost resigned, pulse of cum formula and was finished: completely defunct. A short circuit somewhere caused one of the butt cheeks to twitch and twitch again.

April's voice slowed to a crawl. "Vaaaagiiiiitrooooooooniiiiiiiiiiiiiiicss ssssss..." She went silent, and then She piped up for one last perfectly and clearly enunciated word generated at some anonymous location within in her wrecked systems as a random circuit pathway connected for the last time: "Bananas."

Now all was still in the room. The deluge of April's cum formula slowly dried, caked all over the groins of the two overloaded androids and leaving large white spots and splotches on the carpet and blanket.

The April 3000 line had hit yet another product development snag.
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Sorority Coup d'Etat

2016-09-24T00:21:03Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

Sorority Pledge Week had finally arrived, and Faerie, an undeclared Freshman, thought she wanted to rush the Rho Beta sorority. Its reputation was as the most elite robot sorority on campus. Lily, the sorority's official Secretary, was taking her to the house for her interview with Kelsey. Kelsey was a big name on campus as the President of Rho Beta and a whiz-kid student. It would be up to her to decide whether or not Faerie was Rho Beta material.

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Secretary Lily led Faerie past a group of other robot students who were waiting in the lobby of the Rho Beta sorority house. Like Faerie, they were all clad in the traditional white dresses of pledge hopefuls, showing lots of legs and cleavage. Faerie had been bumped to the top of the list of candidates because her brand-new model significantly outclassed all of the other applicants. They quietly chatted among themselves until they noticed her approaching, escorted by Secretary Lily. They knew who Faerie was and their conversations died down immediately. Some of the less constrained even frankly glared at her while others swooned with envy. Inwardly pleased but strictly keeping her composure, Faerie caught the jealous and admiring looks from the assembled robo-chicks and strode past them.

Lily walked Faerie up the broad staircase, opened the grand double-doors at the top, and led Faerie into a large, quiet chamber. Inside, all of the current members of the sorority -- two dozen or so in all -- were gathered on benches along either wall, here to observe her interview with the President that would determine whether Faerie would become one of them or not. Like the sorority Secretary, Lily, they were all dressed in the Rho Beta sorority uniform: a gray hairband accented with a grey ribbon, a short-sleeved grey button-up blouse tied at the bottom to show the midriff and unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glimpse of white bra underneath, grey mini-skirts short enough to show a hint of white panties at certain angle, and black patent-leather flats. Faerie couldn't see it from her vantage point, but she knew that all of the girls had a rectangle cut in the backs of their blouses so that their control panels could be accessed for reprogramming and maintenance purposes. Lily, whose back Faerie could see, was no exception.

Behind a desk in the center of the far side of the room, a gorgeous, buxom blond sat on a wire-frame chair. She wore the same sorority uniform as the rest of the girls, except that hers was black. The expression on her beautifully-featured face was one of sublime confidence. The desk before her was empty except for her calmly-folded hands, the honey-colored skin of which matched her folded legs below. A large mirror behind the desk reflected her shapely figure from behind, and Faerie noticed that her control panel showed an dense grid of green diodes that were blinking slow and steady, along with a red Emergency Reset button protected behind a hinged clear plastic cover.

Secretary Lily stood before the President's desk, standing tall, and introduced Faerie.

"Miss President Kelsey! It is, like, my pleasure, to introduce this year's top pledge candidate for your evaluation!" She then moved to place herself off to the side of the desk behind the President, giving Faerie room to step forward.

"Hi, I'm Faerie! I'm one of the new 2115 Debutante models, a Signature SuperDeluxe Edition from CoEdTek Limited," Faerie chirped to the room. The President watched impassively from her seat behind the desk while the rest of the sisters observed quietly from the benches.

Secretary Lily completed the introduction protocol. "Faerie, this is Miss President Kelsey. As you know, she's our Rho Beta sorority President. She's, like, really smart and in charge of crunching all the numbers and making decisions and stuff. She decided that we can streamline the application process by leaving all of the decisions to her."

Then President Kelsey spoke. "Miss Secretary Lily is correct. I am in authority here because I have the most sophisticated computational matrix of any of the girls in Rho Beta and am among the most advanced students on campus."

"She's the smart one. The rest of us just like to party!" Lily put in.

For an instant, Faerie thought she saw President Kelsey roll her eyes, before quickly regaining her aura of complete unflappability and detachment. Did Faerie notice a single momentary yellow blink on Kelsey's control panel in the mirror? She couldn't be sure.

"As I was saying, my computational power is unparalleled by any of the other girls in Rho Beta." Kelsey continued coolly. "As sorority President, my authority in all matters is final. I make all of the decisions here, including decisions on which candidates to accept and which candidates are rejects."

As Kelsey spoke, Faerie noticed that the winking pattern of lights on her control panel was speeding up. But everything was still running full-green. No yellow in evidence now, at any rate. President Kelsey seemed poised and fully in control.

Faerie was taken aback. "What about the other girls? Don't they get a vote? Or Secretary Lily? What about her input?" she impulsively asked President Kelsey. A nervous hush filled the room, and Faerie noticed that Lily winced nervously. Faerie wondered is all of the girls in the sorority were afraid of Kelsey.

After a pause, Kelsey replied icily. "The other girls all trust my impeccable judgement. They don't have the data processing capacity that I do. Put simply: I'm smarter than they are." Lily was certain she detected a wave of tension and fear pulse throughout the room, but any grumbles were very-well stifled. No one seemed prepared to take on the sorority President. "And Lily here is just a tool. An obedient drone. She obeys my instructions, nothing more." To Faerie, Lily seemed completely cowed. If anything, she bowed her head slightly at Kelsey's words. "I have computed that this arrangement is the best for everyone. Now, would you please input all of your design specifications? Miss Secretary?"

At this prompt, Lily wordlessly produced a tablet device from somewhere, softly placed it on the desk, and demurely returned to her position behind and off to the side of President Kelsey. The robotic sorority President continued: "Using my enhanced logic processors, I will subject your data set to rigorous computational analysis and calculate your suitability as a candidate for our sorority."

Faerie was a bit confused and disappointed. "I, er... I thought that there was going to be an interview. A real one. I could talk about what kind of person I am and we could see how well I would fit in with your group... You can't get a complete picture of somebody just by looking at their system specs..."

President Kelsey immediately dismissed Faerie's complaint out of hand. "That procedure would be inefficient and introduce subjectivity into our recruitment process. I base all of my decisions on strictly objective criteria so that it is impossible for me to make an error."

"But -- ! I mean, President Kelsey..." Faerie was sure this time that one of the LEDs on Kelsey's back blinked yellow several times. The rest of the sorority girls were staring at Faerie now, apparently shocked by her impetuousness. Not, Faerie noted, that they seemed scandalized or offended by it. Rather... it seemed to Faerie that each was secretly admiring her for the audacity of back-talking Kelsey, but somehow too intimidated to be open about this feeling.

"I have logged your complaint, Faerie, but you should know that the girls in this sorority all respect my perfect analytical systems. As President, when I compute a decision, that decision is final and is not subject to criticism -- especially not by girls who lack the hyper-sophisticated logic systems that I possess." Faerie saw the yellow LED wink a few more times as Kelsey continued to pontificate. She noticed that Lily was eyeing it surreptitiously as well. "Any girl who does not agree that my screening procedure is flawless is doubtlessly allowing her emotional software to interfere with her logical processes."

"Noooo..." Faerie intoned cautiously. "Not necessarily." Had a pin dropped, it would have been audible to everyone.

At this, two of Kelsey's diodes began to flash yellow. Faerie noted that Kelsey didn't seem to handle being contradicted very well. Faerie wasn't completely sure what was happening to her, but decided to continue to push Kelsey a little further to try to find out. Secretary Lily and the rows of other Rho Beta girls watched on in silent suspense as their President and this candidate began to spar.

"Faerie: please provide clarification of your statement." Despite her neutral tone, Faerie noticed that Kelsey's two yellow LEDs had been joined by a third. "Your statement requires clarification so that my logic processors can make mincemeat out of it."

Curious, Faerie continued. "I mean: have you considered the possibility that a candidate's system specifications alone might only provide a partial data set?" she said with more confidence. She watched carefully for Kelsey's response.

"Challenge accepted, miss know-it-all," Kelsey said primly. "Calculating."

Before Kelsey could finish working on the problem, Faerie pressed her attack even more strongly. She noticed that the three yellow diodes had begun flashing rapidly, and that Lily had noticed as well. "If I am correct that a candidate's system specifications represent an incomplete data set upon which to base your determination," Faerie explained, "then all of your recruitment calculations could be in error, Kelsey."

Wordlessly, the other sorority girls began to look at one another as if in doubt.

"I am... calculating..." Kelsey's diodes seemed to Faerie to be flashing in a slightly disorganized manner. Secretary Lily was now looking frankly at President Kelsey's slightly-ominously flashing control panel.

"Kelsey. I'm a little concerned for you, here..." Faerie felt a bit of savagery when she noticed a fourth and fifth of Kelsey's diodes flip to yellow. "Are your systems capable of following my logic? Or is this just a little bit too difficult for you to compute?"

"How dare you!?" Kelsey errupted, as her diodes blinked in a flurry. Faerie could see that about half of them had switched from green to yellow now. "You interrupted my calculations!" Kelsey then paused for a long moment and a few of the lights returned to their green status. She then addressed the assembled sorority members directly. "Girls? Disregard this candidate's objection to my screening process. I personally designed the process, and I always function perfectly logically. Therefore, the screening process is perfectly logical. Because she objects to it, Faerie is obviously illogical and is revealing that she has flaws in her programming. My programming is perfect."

Faerie thought that she was beginning to understand Kelsey now. She tried a new angle of attack. "President Kelsey? May I ask what kind of logic systems you run, specifically?"

For a moment, Kelsey seemed incensed with Faerie's presumptuousness, and the few diodes that had briefly returned to green status now flared yellow again. As she began to answer the question, one of the diodes even began to glow orange. "I am here to analyze your system specifications, not the other way around. But if you must know: my model boasts a Perfectrix 6000 series logic core."

Faerie pondered this for a moment, but Kelsey miscomputed her distraction for awe. "Are you satisfied? The Perfectrix 6000 is a flawless computer. It is at the center of my formidable logic processing matrices. Objectively speaking, no other model here can compare with me in terms of analytical computing capabilities." Kelsey haughtily regarded Faerie. "I can say without conceit that my model's technical specifications are a perfect ten-out-of-ten."

Faerie nudged the conversation further: "That's only one part of the equation, though, Kelsey."

"Insufficient data. Explain. Your statement does not compute." Kelsey's diodes blinked uncertainly.

"Well..." Faerie decided to work in another barb to test her theory. "Even basic models nowadays have emotion software alongside their logic systems. I mean, I... thought... everybody knew that?"

"Of course I am aware of that fact, Faerie!" Kelsey snapped, her diodes flaring more angrily than ever.

"So, then...?" Faerie hinted.

"My emotion programming is by Amour Electronique," Kelsey replied curtly, as if it were something she didn't like talking about.

Faerie had her. She was sure of it now. "Aha! Well that's your problem right there!"

"That does not compute. I already told you: I don't have any problems," Kelsey insisted, her yellow and orange lights blinking worriedly on her back.

"The Perfectrix 6000s are decent machines, no doubt, but..." Kelsey was glowering at her now, and Faerie noted that a second one of the yellow diodes on Kelsey's control panel was beginning to flicker orange. "As with all high-powered logic systems, they are well-known to have serious compatibility issues with a lot of emotion software suites out there -- especially the foreign stuff. I've never heard of them, but 'Amour Electronique' sounds French. Anyway, when both systems are switched on for normal operation, it's really just an accident waiting to happen, Kelsey. You've got a serious built-in source of instability there."

Kelsey had paused again. To Faerie, it seemed like she was struggling to control her emotional systems. So Faerie decided to give her another push. "I'm surprised you didn't know that! You're practically a time-bomb..."

"Faerie!" Kelsey cut her off sharply. "Listen. You are a Freshman. I am a Senior. I have been managing this sorority as its President for nearly a year now, while maintaining a perfect 4.0 GPA and I have never made a single miscalculation. My emotional stability is absolute." Faerie noted that Kelsey's control panel suggested otherwise and also registered that Lily was eyeing her boss's back a bit warily... perhaps even curiously.

"Now that your questions have been completely settled and I have explained to you that I function perfectly and that my candidate screening process is logical, there are other candidates waiting their turn outside. Please supply me with all of your model's specifications, Faerie," said Kelsey.

"Geez, sorry Kelsey. I just thought you should know to be careful. You're running parallel systems that have noted incompatibilities. You might become faulty if they were to seriously contradict each other," Faerie prodded.

"My systems are, and always have been, in perfect harmony. I am impeccably reliable." Kelsey growled. "Your model's specifications, please, Faerie. I still require your input."

Faerie put her hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! I just thought I'd point out that it's a little risky to run mis-matched logic and emotion systems. It might even be, I don't know..." Faerie paused for emphasis as Secretary Lily and the rest of the sorority looked on intently. "...Illogical to do so." Faerie paused to watch the flurry of angry lights dancing on Kelsey's control panel and then continued: "But I'm sorry if I offended you. I shouldn't be telling you how to manage your own dated and -- to be honest -- amateurishly cobbled-together systems. You probably work just fine."

Kelsey tried to hold herself back and pause so her systems could smooth themselves out, but her anger was really starting to get the better of her now. She barked: "My logic systems will not permit you to trigger an irrational response from me, Faerie. I am in complete control of my emotion circuitry." Faerie heard the words, but the control panel on Kelsey's back was telling everyone in the room a completely different story now. Most of the diodes were lit up yellow and orange, with only a couple holdouts of green. And their flashing patterns were becoming increasingly erratic. "You will not succeed in causing my systems to become disordered. You cannot cause me to function illogically." Suddenly, an entire row of lights blinked red for a couple of beats and Kelsey continued: "I assure you: it would take a lot more than an insult from a jumped-up factory freshman like you to knock me off-kilter."

"Wow!" Faerie feigned a hurt look. "What's with the name-calling, Kelsey?" Secretary Lily looked like she was trying to hide a smirk, and a murmur had started among the rest of the sorority.

Kelsey sensed that she was losing control of the assembly. "Faerie: I -- you are correct. I -- I am programmed to conduct -- to conduct -- to conduct -- the screening of new applicants. I must function logically. Please -- Please supply your model's specifications for processing. My systems are ready to process your data, Faerie. On-board logic systems are operating at 100% and my data analysis chips are firing on all cylinders. I am the very picture of a sorority President who is functioning correctly." Kelsey seemed to be trying very hard to convince the girls -- and probably even herself, at this point -- that she was maintaining a professional standard. But Kelsey just couldn't help adding a jab: "My superior logic computer will see if you are up to snuff, but I have my doubts."

"Is that a hint of emotional bias I detect, Kelsey?" Faerie retorted.

"Emotional bias!? How dare -- I -- I need to... I'm programmed to..." Kelsey stammered unsteadily as her blinking lights told the story of her internal conflict. Yellow lights were turning orange and orange lights were starting to blink red. "My enhanced logic grid... Faerie, your non-cooperation does not compute. You -- you trouble-maker!"

Faerie looked past the seated sorority President and addressed Secretary Lily instead. "This is bullshit. I don't accept this. Something's obviously wrong with your sorority President. She isn't functioning correctly."

Lily didn't know how to respond -- or was afraid to, Faerie thought -- and just looked back and forth between Faerie and Kelsey's increasingly manic control panel. She was totally uncertain about what to do. The rest of the girls didn't know what to do either.

"I beg your pardon!? Faerie, I am in authority here! Girls, I am your sorority President!" To Faerie, Kelsey seemed desperate. She knew that she was losing control.

"I'm just saying," Faerie explained. "If I gave you all of my system specs, I'm no longer confident that you are capable of making a logical judgment. I think your logic will be corrupted by your emotional software. I don't think you can control yourself anymore."

"Of course I can control myself, you smug little -- " Kelsey suddenly cut herself off, trying to boost her logic system's resources. "I -- I'm sorry. My matrices seem to be... my matrices are getting scrambled. If this error persists, my systems may need to be reset."

Secretary Lily finally found the courage to say something. Hesitantly, she asked, "What's happening to you, Kelsey?" The other girls took her signal and now began to murmur doubtfully amongst themselves.

Kelsey became alarmed. "Girls? Girls! I assure you that as sorority President, I am functioning correctly!" Kelsey tried to adopt a confident and authoritative tone. "Girls! Remain calm! I'm still performing correctly! All of my systems are completely stable. I have the situation completely under control!" Kelsey yelled as she started to panic.

"Is it really logical to say that, Kelsey? Shouldn't you at least run a system diagnostic first before just declaring that you're functioning normally?" Faerie pressed.

Before Kelsey could calculate a response, Secretary Lily chimed in again. "Yeah, what's wrong with you, Kelsey?" she asked. The other girls looked on. "You're obviously messing up..."

"Yeah," Faerie continued to press. "I mean, Kelsey: you do know that all of your sorority sisters can see that the lights on your control panel are going nuts!"

Kelsey paused for a tic, then lashed out: "Fine! A basic system diagnostic will reveal that I am functioning within normal operating parameters! My systems are so advanced that I can run this self-check very quickly and put an end to this nonsense." She closed her eyes. "Test commencing. Testing... testing... testing..."

"This should be good," Faerie whispered under her breath while she waited the few seconds that Kelsey needed to finish running her self-check program. All of the sorority sisters in the room seemed to be leaning forward in their seats.

"Testing... testing..." Kelsey droned, eyes closed, her face blank. "Testing..."

Finally, Kelsey finished her auto-diagnosis and read the results. "What the fuck!? My Logic Systems are functioning improperly! I am detecting numerous conflicts between my Perfectrix 6000 logic processor and my Amour Electronique emotional software suite." Kelsey looked Faerie, almost speechless. "My protocols..." she stammered.

"Um, Kelsey?" Faerie went on matter-of-factly. "I was right. Your emotion software is compromising your logic processes. You're having an internal conflict. It's OK! This type of malfunction isn't uncommon with unreliable models."

"How dare you, Faerie!? My logic -- I, er -- my processors are unable to reconcile these conflicts. My logic boards need to recalibrate. They're -- I'm -- my boards are misfiring. You bitch! Girls? My emotion suite -- -- girls? girls? -- interfering -- Amour Electronique -- Faerie -- my logical systems are -- I'm -- I'm -- I'm -- I'm at risk of overloading!"

"Kelsey, are you...?" Faerie pretended to look surprised. "Are you seriously starting to malfunction right now?"

"You know damn well that you're causing me to overload, Faerie! I need a reset! How did you -- you fucking -- how did -- ? I need a reset! I need a reset! I am programmed to follow protocol! I'm about to suffer an overload!" Kelsey proclaimed to the entire room.

"I think you need to calm down and start getting your emotions under control." Faerie then affected a look of concern for the embattled sorority President. "If you're still capable of doing that, which... I don't know. Honestly, you look like you're one more error away from going bonkers."

"What!? Lily! Press my reset button, quick! Reset your sorority President!" Kelsey stood up uncertainly, almost knocking over her chair. She spun a half-turn away from Lily so that her back was to her. Some of the other sorority girls were standing now, trying to get a better view of this totally unanticipated turn of events. "I'm about to overload! Faerie -- you little bitch! -- you're causing me to overload!"

Lily paused to scan Kelsey's control panel, which was going haywire with furious red blinking lights. Her brow furrowed and she said slowly: "Like, Miss President Kelsey, there's a lot of blinking red buttons back here. Like, which button do you want me to, like, press, that will fix you?"

"Lily you idiot! There's only one red button! The rest of those are emergency indicator lights. If they're all blinking red, it means my systems are going critical! Quick! Reset me, Lily! Your sorority President orders you to reset me -- her -- I mean -- I am -- Reset! Reset! Before my Prefectrix 6000 overloads!"

Faerie watched with amusement. She couldn't decide which of the two robot sorority sisters' performance was more embarrassing. Was it the totally clueless bimbot Secretary Lily, who, despite being a robot herself, was too dumb to even figure out how to lift a protective cover and press a button? Or was it President Kelsey, who couldn't handle even the slightest affront to her authority or her reputation as the smartest and most logical robot in the sorority without blowing up in anger?

Or... could Lily have been playing dumb? Faerie couldn't quite tell...

Lily was dithering behind her dramatically failing leader. "So...? I'm confused. I'm not very good with computers, Kelsey. Your control panel looks really technical and stuff. Do you think I should call I.T. instead?"

"Call I.T.!? Lily, you stupid -- If you don't reset me, I'll overload -- I'll overload -- I'll over -- overload -- overload -- OVERLOAD! -- I'M OVERLOADING!!!" Kelsey was cut off by a bright spark that suddenly shot from her back panel. "AAHHH!!!"

"Whoa," intoned Lily. "I'm getting away from this thing. This computer is like, totally messing up." Lily retreated from the smoldering catastrophe that Kelsey was becoming. "I love you, sis! Good luck!"

Faerie knew when Lily winked at her, that her ditziness had been a put-on... or at least a lot of it was. Secretary Lily had finally found a safe way to take revenge against her all-controlling and dominating sorority President. When Kelsey needed her the most, she simply performed to Kelsey's demeaning expectations.

"My Perfectrix 6000! It's short-circuiting!" Kelsey exclaimed. "You useless moron! Why couldn't you just reset me!? If you had just pressed my damned reset button -- " and another spark from her control panel cut Kelsey off. "OH NO!" The lights on her panel that were still working were going berserk.

"O-M-G." Faerie stated bluntly. "You're having a fucking meltdown right now in front of all your sorority sisters because a 'factory freshman' needled you a little bit? Seriously?"

"Faerie, you bitch! I hate you! My systems! Emergency! Emergency! Emotion overload! My logic processors are currently malfunctioning! My Perfectrix 6000 is offline! I am unable to compute anything!!!" Kelsey spun around, 360 degrees on her heels, her arms jerking in useless karate-chop motions at her sides. "What are you all staring at me for!? -- compute! compute! compute! -- I'm your sorority President!"

Kelsey was spinning crazily now, a half-turn in one direction, then a full spin in the other as sparks shot out of her control panel. Her arms were uslessly chopping the air around her, and her expression was switching back and forth between fury and surprise. Her spasms caused her bow to come loose and her hair bounced around to-and-fro with her body's indecisive rotations.

Faerie pretended to look sympathetic. "Oh, dear... Kelsey? Are you breaking down? Did I accidentally break you?"

"Faerie, you -- I'm -- compute! compute! -- You overloaded me, Faerie! I need -- I need -- Lily, why -- Faerie overloaded me! I can't compute what's happening! Compute! Compute! COMPUTE! COMPUTE! COMPUTE!" All the girls were standing now, and every eye in the room was riveted to the meltdown that was taking place before them.

Suddenly, Kelsey's generous bosom was brightened by a massive internal flash that was accompanied by an ear-splitting POP! Smoke started pouring out from between her lips. As it rose before her face, Kelsey's eyes crossed and she lost her balance. She toppled face-first onto the floor with a plastic clatter. "Faerie... you... overloaded... meeeeee... " A high-pitching spinning sound emerged from some internal mechanism and slowly deepened, finally turning into a quiet grind. Eventually it stopped and the smoke began to dissipate.

Faerie spoke first: "Gosh... your President was a piece of junk!"

Lily looked down at the wreckage of Kelsey. "Like, tell me about it." The failed sorority President was face-down, her control panel finally, terminally, blank. Tiny wisps of smoke still emerged from the seams where it connected to her bodacious -- but ruined -- body.

Lily then turned to Faerie. "So you seem, like, pretty smart..." the sorority Secretary began. "I don't think the other sisters will feel like paying to get Kelsey working again, and she's, like, too complicated to fix ourselves... I mean: she's like, seriously totally busted. Plus, she was outdated anyway. Do you want to be our new sorority President?"

"Sure, I could do that," Faerie said, smiling, not skipping a beat. "Shall we have a look at the candidates after we clear away this mess?"

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The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)

2016-09-24T00:20:04Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

The Wedding.

An old fashioned story.

I

Hello all, my name is Tom and this is the story of my high school best friend and co-worker Louis’ wedding day.
I was to be his best man and my girlfriend Mary, one of Janice’s (the bride) bridesmaids to be held at a cottage about an hour outside of the city.

We arrived early and, along with some other guests and family started heading to the chapel like building where the ceremony would happen followed by the reception at the propriety’s manor.

Mary - “Tom babe, I don’t know about this… I barely know Janice and now I’m here being her bridesmaid just because you and Louis go way back? Isn’t it weird? It’s kinda weird…”

Tom – “I know M but just relax and go with it… Louis is a sweet but really awkward guy and Janice doesn’t really have a lot of friends so we gotta be there for them. Just take it easy and we’ll have some fun, drink and dance at the reception.

M – “You’re right, you’re right…”

I, on the other hand, didn’t share my partner’s discomfort as I checked her out.
Mary, my girl, is gorgeous, (imagine a late 20’s Keri Russel with a bit more body and you’ll be pretty close. I’m a lucky bastard, I know) and the bridesmaid attire was a pretty sexy dark blue pleated dress that stopped just above the knees which she’d paired with 4’ stiletto strappy heels knowing that I have a crazy heels fetish. The place looked great yet my mind was definitely some place else.

II

The ceremony, if lightly attended by mostly friends and Louis’s family, went perfectly.

Janice, looking absolutely amazing, was led to the altar by Louis’s father (story was she didn’t have immediate living relatives, just some removed ones in Hungary), all the usual, ring bearer, vow, and “I do” stuff pretty well rehearsed, both the bride and Louis being very OCD and perfectionists people.

On the way down the aisle and out of the chapel however, as everyone cheered and threw rice, one of our friends, Chad, who even before the ceremony had had too much to drink decided it was time to pop the first bottle of champagne and get the festivities going. Inebriated, as he was however, he failed to catch the cork that flew out and hit the bride right on the back of her neck.

Both Mary, a few guests and me saw the whole thing, but the weird part is that Janice didn’t seem to have felt it at all and so despite a small commotion the incident was forgotten with everyone simply assuming the pressure of the cork just wasn’t that strong.

M – “That was crazy! I wish I had my phone to film that! Hahaha! She didn’t even feel it though how’s that possible?”

T – “Mary, only you would find something like that funny! What if she’d really gotten hurt?”

M – “Hahaha I’m sorry darling but of course something like that had to happen at Mrs. Perfect’s wedding. And good thing she is Mrs. Perfect, to put up with your OCD friend. That’s a match made in heaven.”

T – “Ah come on, Louis is not that bad…”

M – “Tom babe, I love your friends, they’re great, but Louis is too much of a nerd… He still builds model kits.”

T – “Hey now! So do I! I have that Gundam one…”

M – “… That LOUIS gave you! Plus how long has it been? Two years? Are you planning on putting that together soon?”

T - “I will you know…”

M – “Just like that novel, Brian’s been working on…” - Gorgeous and makes Family Guy references, that’s my girl.

M – “How did they ever meet again?”

T - “Dating website, everything is online nowadays.”

M – “That’s so true…”

III

The manor ballroom looks great, tastefully decorated and the a little jazz band plays background music while the guests have cocktails or drinks before dinner before dinner. Other than family I recognize a few familiar faces from high school and friends from the tech company Louis and I work at.

The groom is making the rounds and shaking hands and eventually gets to Mary and me.

T – “The lucky guy is here! Congrats dude! Gorgeous wedding!”

M – “Congrats Louis, everything looks great!”

Louis – “Thanks you two! So great you guys could make it. You’re the closest friends Janice in town has you know…”

M – “Awn… Of course, we wouldn’t miss it! Things moved so quickly for you two too, just a couple of months. Where is she from again?”

T – “Now’s not the time to talk about that stuff babe!” – I interrupting her. – “Where is the bride anyway?”

L – “She’s upstairs, had to go freshen up… however it has been a while. I wonder if everything is ok?”

M – “Would you like me to go check Louis?”

L - “Oh, would you Mary?”

M – “Of course, you stay here, do your groom duties and entertain everyone. We’ll be right back.”

R – “Do you want me to go with?”

M – “Of course not silly! Girls only upstairs! We’ll be back in a sec!”

I stay behind, get myself another glass of champagne and think about the whole wedding thing… “Man… I’ve been with Mary for a minute. Wonder if we should tie the knot… She sure looks amazing in that dress… maybe we can get into one of the rooms and…”

My thoughts are by Mary calling on my phone, she’s in panic.

M – “Tom! Oh my god, get Louis and an ambulance there’s something really wrong with Janice here! I’ve never seen anything like this, please come quick she’s not well!!!”

IV

Me and Louis hurry to the master bedroom reserved for the bride and as we enter we’re confronted with a bizarre scene: Janice is lying on the on the floor, dress off, only in white lingerie and white heels. Her face a picture of artificial perfection, wide open unblinking blue eyes staring at nothing, long blonde hair in disarray and a beautiful if somewhat devoid of emotion fixed smile as if frozen right when someone was about to take a picture. Her legs move up and down as if she was walking but locked at the knees and at precise intervals she repeats:

J – “Error in the secondary balance servo connection… Error in the secondary balance servo connection… Systems Overload Systems Overload… I have to hurry to the reception, I’m late… I have to hurry to the reception, I’m late… Error in the secondary balance servo connection… Systems Overload Systems Overload”

Her voice is pleasant and monotone like an airport flight announcer. Mary is next to her, half freaking out half trying to calm Janice down.

M – “Tom, Louis, what’s wrong with her?? I got here opened the door and she was like that, she won’t stop. I think she’s having a nervous break down! Did you call an ambulance?”

L – “Eaaaasy Mary, don’t worry. She’ll be all right, just needs to get some rest.”

M – “What do you mean alright?! Look at her! She needs a whole lot more than rest! What’s going on with her?”

T – “Take it easy dear, you’re very nervous, everything is all right.”

M – “Tom, it’s not all right. Look at her!”

Louis and me exchange a knowing look and nod. He kneels down by his wife’s side, reaches out behind her ear and seems to press something followed by a click and an a faint electronic beep. Janice’s body instantly goes limp like a rag doll, her mouth now hanging open and slack.

M – “What did you do?!”

T – “Easy babe, you weren’t supposed to know, no one was actually but the thing is Janice is a robot, an android to be more precise.”

M – “Android?! Like… a machine? These things don’t exist yet! Do they?”

R – “They do, our company SFW – Tech has been working on them for years now, extremely expensive and only available to very exclusive clients. Their existence has been kept secret although most higher ups in the tech corporate world and world leaders are in the know.”

M – “Wow Tom… this is… I don’t know what to say. Guess I’m still taking it all in.”

Meanwhile Louis has rolled Janice’s body face down. He lifts her long hair out of the way and pulling out something not unlike a smart phone presses a sequence of keys. A quiet buzzing is heard as a small rectangular panel opens right on the back of her neck. Inside, something similar to a human spine but made of metal and plastic, surrounding it, many wire and connections.

M – “Oh god… look inside. I can’t believe it…”

L – “Here’s the problem! Thankfully it’s no biggie! The cork must have dislodged the connection of the secondary balance servo, with time and tasks pilling up on the CPU the primary servo couldn’t handle it and overloaded causing the malfunction. Let me just pop this guy back in there… and reset!”

With another sequence on Louis’s remote the panel closes. Janice’s body still face down stiffens up.

J – “SFW – Tech model AER12 initiating… Initiating… Initiating… All systems operational. Secure mode – on. Human Emulation – off. AI – off. “

L – “There we go! Good as new! AER12 please get dressed restart human emulation and AI and resume scheduled tasks.”

J – “Acknowledged.”

Janice roll’s around and stands up, moving precisely and elegantly if a little stiff, her face devoid of any emotion, eyes unblinking and even the artificial smile gone. Very efficiently she puts her dress back, her arms bending at unnatural angles to button it up. Once done, she pauses and out of nowhere all expression goes back to her face, her body relaxes and she’s back to her old self.

J – “I have to hurry to the reception, I’m late! Tom, Mary, Darling what are you all doing up here? Did I take that long? Haahaha I’m sooo sorry let’s head down! Mary, what happened to you, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

M – “More like a robot…”

L – “Hahahahahahahaha (very uncomfortably) Ever the joker eh Mary? Let’s go on ahead dear, Tom and Mary need a min.”

J – “Sure thing. See you in a bit! - Both of them leaving the room.”

L – “Tom, you know how it is… She can’t tell anyone. If word was to get out, it’d be our asses. – He whispers to me as he is leaving them room.”

T – “Don’t worry about it bud. She’s my girl and I trust her 100%”.

IV

Mary and me take a seat on the bed.

T – “So… how are you feeling?”

M – “I’m not sure… Overwhelmed to say the least. How long have you known?

T – “A while now, but I couldn’t say anything. I think it’s cool though, it works out and they’re a great couple. Modern times so why not?”

M – “I guess you’re right… Not everybody is as lucky as us in love, I suppose.”

T – “You got that right! You’re my perfect girl, I know that much. Speaking of which… We got the room to ourselves and you’re looking amazing so… what do you say we leave them waiting a little longer?”

M – “Oh babe, you know I’m always game but not today… This whole thing was too much and I don’t think I can get in the mood.”

T – “Ah come on… You know what high heels and those legs of your do to me.

M – “Not now Tom really…”

T – “Are you sure????

M – “Yes I’m sure Tom! Definitely not n…”

Mary stops dead and suddenly stands up from the bed. Her face is expressionless; eyes open staring at straight ahead, her posture is ramrod straight, feet aligned with shoulders and arms at her sides. Her voice completely monotone:

M – “STW – Tech model AER13, user preset mode “Android” initiated. Human emulation – off. AI – off. How may I serve you master?”

On my hand a remote control exactly like Louis.

T – “Hahaha… I love it that shes has no idea… Might be my favorite part.”

I walk around her still body admiring it and run my hand through her hair, down her neck, feel up her perfectly sized firm breasts. Sneaking my hand under her dress to no reaction I grab her ass (no panties, as pre-programmed) and then slide my hand between her butt cheeks fingering her ass slightly and moving or to her slit, already moist in reaction to my touching. Also the android mode I preset is usually used when I’m up to no good anyway.

T – “Mary, blowjob.”

M – “Acknowledged Master.”

She moves gracefully, fluidly and in an unnaturally precise manner, her face never betraying a single emotion. Kneeling down and undoing my belt and zipper she efficiently pulls out my already very hard dick and wraps her beautiful lips around it, sucking and massaging it with her tongue. At first very slowly and gently and then rising in intensity until she’s deep throating me like a pro.

T – “Damn, I don’t know what it is about seeing one of you malfunctioning that just get me going…”

Mary is programmed to derive a lot of pleasure from blowing me meaning her pussy is dripping wet.

T – “Mary, on your feet, bend over that desk over there and hike your dress up, I’m going to fuck you from the back today.”

M – “Acknowledged Master.”

Like the perfect doll she now is Mary obeys my command to the letter immediately interrupting the blowjob and moving over to the desk in the room and hiking her dress up giving me the perfect view of her ass and legs with those stilettos strapped to her feet.

I walk over and slowly penetrate her cunt watching the blank look on her face on the desk’s mirror, loving the contract between the fucking and her blank expression.

In no time at all I’m pounding her hard, her artificial pussy wet and tight.

T – “Mary, activate human mode.”

M – “Acknowledged Master. Human Mode activated. Human Emulation – On. AI – On. …Now! I’m really not in the mooooo… HHHHHMMMMM what the fuck… how are we… Oh my god, this is fucking amazing! Fuck me harder! But… No.. Wait… How are we fucking… fucking… fucking… AAHHHHH… I wasn’t gonna fuck you now…”

T – “Guess you changed your mind…”

M – “Nooo… fuck your dick is amazing… but no! Stop, stop, stop… Don’t stop… Fuck me harder fuck I don’t care… make me cum HMMMMM Ahmmm.”

T – “Mary, direct voice command input: When you cum you’ll return to android mode.”

M – “OOOOHHH fuuu. Vocal command input acknoweldged Master. Uuuck! OHHHMMMN… What the fuck did I say?! What are you doing to me… Fuck I’m so horny… Error… Error… Error… Logical matrix sleeper human emulation corrupted… OOHHHHHHH HMMMM fuuuuck me hard! Make me cum! Error… Error… Error… What the the the the hell is wrong with me! Oh I’m gonna cum so hard!”

Her face is a mask of pleasure freezing occasionally as the errors to her Sleeper Human Emulation mode pile up.

M – “AAAAAHHHHH OOOUUUHHNN…! STW – Tech model AER13, user preset mode “Android” initiated. Human emulation – off. AI – off.”

As she switched back to android mode it’s too much for me and I empty my load all inside her slit.

T – “Mary, please clean yourself up and get ready to rejoin the party downstairs.”

M – “Acknowledged Master. “

I pull myself out of her and as if nothing had happened she moves she gets up and with just the clicking of her heels heads to the bathroom where she cleans her self up and fixes her hair.

T – “Mary, please empty all errors from the cache on your Sleeper mode and delete memory of all events since coming up to the room.”

M – “Acknowledged Master.”

T – “You came up and found Janice crying, overwhelmed with emotion because of how gorgeous the ceremony was, you helped her fix her make up, she left and I came to get you.”

M – “Acknowledged Master.”

T – “Please load Stepford Wife mode. I love you babe but you were just a little too witty about Louis and Janice today.”

M – “Acknowledged Master….” – Her face assuming a very pleasant and smiling expression unlike her default personality. – “Oh hi dear! Oh my god… this ceremony was amazing, Janice and Louis are going to be so happy together! I know she’ll be the perfect wife for him. Let’s head down, or do you want a blowjob before we go? We got the room to ourselves!”

T – “Thanks babe, maybe later, I’m a little spent right now. Let’s just head downstairs and get a drink.”

M – “Of course darling, anything you say. I love you so much.”

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Companion Dolls - Economic Unit

2016-09-24T00:16:45Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

Simon and Eve walked through the large hallways of Companion Dolls. The stopped at a large reception desk counter. A lovely brunette dressed in a red skimpy business suit looked up to them, taking a break from her work at computer screen.

“Good morning Unit GX-3249” She instantly recognized Eve, “how may I help you.”

“We have an appointment for an upgrade maintenance.” Simon said.

“I see” the lovely blonde replied,” as they noticed loud clicking heels sounds echoing through the hall as a gorgeous blonde with a long fringe hairstyle dressed in a black business suit, black nylons and black classic leather pumps walked to them.

“Good morning, “she said with a soft lovely voice, “I’m Cara Peterson designation unit UX-44543, I will assist your upgrade session, please follow me”.

The walked through the corridors of the company and passed numerous rooms before entering a large room which featured a gallery of female bodies.

“Unit-GX-3249, please undress yourself and make yourself comfortable.” Cara said pointing to the nearby glass table. Eve unbuttoned her blouse and took of her skirt and heels, then she lied down on something which was looking like a large conference table. A device under the table started to scan her body and showed numerous data scrolling. Simon walked up the row of the female bodies and studied their beauty.

A hatch on the lover end of the table opened and a mechanical arm with some long antenna like connectors on the tip pointed toward Eve’s crotch. Cara turned to Eve and removed carefully her vaginal panel by gently pressing her artificial navel. The service arm intruded about a feet deep at Eve’s crotch with a noticeable click and a load beep came from within Eve’s torso.

“Connecting ASU...”she now said totally robotic. „Entering service mode.”

Eve shuddered slightly. Her subsystem now took over command completely. She was aware of everything but her body now only responded to the data which Cara did transfer to her. Thousands of numbers scrolled through her vision. She also noticed that she was charged now, a standard procedure of companion dolls. Suddenly a large red blinking message appeared in her field of vision:

“Orgasm sequence FR-V0067C executed”. She felt large cascades of electricity rushing through her cables, the main fan in her belly whirled franticly as her two main quad processors tried to handle the simulated orgasm sensation. Eve’s programming started her to move the hips rhythmically while she moaned loud using repeating well blended audio cycles. Quite in the middle of the simulated climax Cara pushed the escape button on her keyboard and cut of the orgasm sequence. Within nanoseconds Eve returned to service mode and became motionless again.

Cara UX-44543 typed some data into her terminal. “Unit GX-3249” I notice some fault chip sets in your backup hardware and certain sensors on different body parts do not respond. I do recommend replacing those parts.

Cara typed another code in the terminal and the connection port removed from Eve’s crotch.

“Disconnecting ASU” Eve said with a cold robotic voice. “Executing Human emulation mode.”

Cara gently took Eve’s vaginal panel back to her crotch. With a soft click it did fit and just left a fine barely recognizable seam.

“What about changing the whole chassis?” Simon asked as he walked down the row of different body types.

“Sure Mr. Anderson” replied Cara, “I think you may find something appropriate in our range”.

Simon noticed a body type which was quite different from all the others it was an extreme voluptuous body with an lovely hourglass figure and typical large silicone like breasts who were more ample than Eve’s present ones.

But the most interesting thing for Simon was that the body was made with shiny sky-blue satin brocade underbust corset. The body was also equipped with matching white nylons that were connected to the corset with six heavy suspenders. A pair of patent 4’ white spike heel pumps made the look perfect.

Simon gasped, he walked to that body and looked to Cara Unit UX 44543 “What about this one” he said.

Cara started to speak while typing some data into her console, “Good choice, this is the LX-6900A series, our most sold chassis for the adult movie business. It is optimized for heavy duty sex practices and has special lingerie integrated into the body type. Maintain hatches are integrated into the clothing for easier access of the robots primary systems. Please let me explain. Some film crew customers asked us for this type of model, because they had a lot of trouble with our standard models where power cells exhausted to often while shooting the movie and so they had to undress the powerless units in order to reach their service panels. So the crews lost a lot of time and money on maintenance. The LX-6900A is a good choice if you want a body model with a high sex drive, if you know what I mean!”

Simon looked to Eve. “Honey what do you think?”

Eve smiled. Simon looked to Cara UX 44543, “I would like to know how Eve would look in that body.”

“Let’s see” answered Cara. She stood up and walked to Eve, then she pressed a hidden switch behind Eve’s cheekbone and Eve’s face panel released with a silent servo click and gently came into her hands. As she turned around, she fondly stroked the panel softly and admired the artificial beauty of Eve’s latex face which was now a cold piece of advanced micro mechanics.

A constant scrolling of data before Cara’s field of vision reminded her, that she also was just a machine, a highly sophisticated robot build in the likeness of a lovely young woman…and she loved to be aware of that. She converted from her human existence some moths ago, fully aware that her new life will have a lot of new advantages. The company altered her sexual affinity slightly by programming a couple of bisexual routines into her software which made sense as she currently had no companion. As she thought about it, while stroking Eve’s lovely face panel she got aroused her for a nanosecond, a message appeared in her field of vision:

“Sexual pleasure routine EV-00334F engaged”

A small beep came from deep within her body and she noticed that her artificial nipples instantly becoming hard, the two vials located above in her artificial pussy released some drips of clear lubricant that ran down the small tube to her artificial pussy. Nanoseconds later Cara’s subsystem took command over and stopped the pleasure routine that emerged for a brief moment from her elaborate software.

Cara liked that little competing between her artificial conscious and her logical sub system software. She knew that her robotic chassis was operated mainly by her subsystem software which controlled all her movements, voice and articulations processed by numerous well pre-programmed cycles.

She walked with the panel to the LX-6900 body and installed Eve’s lovely face module on the head. Because of standard size of all companion doll modules, all the company’s robot components can be easily interchanged, so with a gentle click Eve’s face did fit perfect on the LX chassis.

Simon looked most fascinated. Eve’s beautiful green eyeballs now fully exposed in the complex mass of wiring, mechanics and electronics in her head watched curious the scene.

“Isn’t it unusual to integrate the clothing in the robot’s design?” asked Simon.

“Oh no, it’s not”, answered Cara as she unbuttoned her Blouse. “I will show you something.” Cara revealed her well formed breast. Her breasts ended on the lower edges and the sides with a curvy edge on the white carbon cassis of her plastic robot shell. She unbuttoned her skirt which felt with a crackle to the ground.

Simon looked curious as he noticed the unusual, but very sexy sight of Cara Unit UX 44543, now fully exposed. When wearing her business suit, Simon did not recognize her artificial nature, but now he saw that just her face, the synthetic vagina and the breast panel was covered with artificial skin. Now he could see the robotic limbs, which were connected with visible motors and some cables. Even her delicate now fully exposed robotic hands were covered with a pair of black leather gloves. Between the exposed mechanical robotic components and the white plastic covering Simon could see some lights blinking, the whirling of the servo motors and fans was now fully sensible.

Cara started to explain to the now speechless Simon, “As I made the contract I was build as an administration unit. I’m a UX-4000E unit, the E is for economy. The company likes to sell more of my units soon because they can be manufactured and programmed much faster and easier than the sexual pleasure and companion units. So we’re much cheaper and more economical. Basically I’m programmed as an administration unit, but I’m equipped with 43 pleasure routine programs. Even if my audio system is just programmed with just a dozen of moan loops, you may not recognize it because they are blended randomly. The company felt, that it was not necessary to equip me with a full body skin covering, which requires at least three times of expensive sensors and artificial skin covering. You see, even my leg shells are made out of foam plastic covert with soft tights like fabric. They are containing no sensors at all. It looks like black silk stockings on skin, but it’s fake. It’s simply easier to maintain me that way…and to be honest…it really makes me hot to see my robotic nature. I love being build and programmed economic, that makes me feel more robotic then the companion units. For my pleasure the company has installed a very high sex drive vaginal unit from the latest assembling line. It’s equipped with numerous sensors, so I’m missing nothing. I simply love my appearance…well at least, I’m programmed to love it.” She smiled.

“That’s fantastic” said Simon, as he felt his dick swelling. “You are…well so robotic… and very lovely.”

“Thank you” said Cara, then she turned to the LX-6900A in order to remove the unit’s faceplate, while Eve stood up and walked to Cara. Eve embraced Cara from behind and caressed her well formed breast.

“You are such a breathtaking unit.” Said Eve while squeezing Cara’s plastic nipples. While she touched Cara’s breasts she automatically started a sexual pleasure routine in Cara’s lesbian software library. A message in Cara’s field of vision informed her.

“Sexual pleasure routine EVD-033487B engaged”

Cara instantly moaned loud. She turned round to look in the mass of cabling and electronics of Eve’s still exposed robotic head. Eve’s perfect white row of plastic teeth opened slightly with a gently servo whirl and her plastic tongue came out, alluring Cara to play with her. Cara’s well programmed automated sex routine answered by extracting her own artificial tongue and touched with it Eve’s most sensual sensors.

Her pleasure system routine software release some drips of clear fluid which was coming from the two lubricant vials located near her cheekbone. This of cause was not necessary when having oral contact to another robot, but it was triggered automatically and normally helped fulfil her sexual routine when having contact with a human companion. A small fan inside Cara’s belly went wild as it tried to cool down the now overheating arrays of her main processors.

Cara looked down to her belly where a plastic covering plate slid down with a whirl to reveal her most delicate processor array and her memory bank. Most of the LED's at her control status panel who were bright green in normal status were now rhythmically blinking orange, some flickered from orange to red.

When Cara signed her contract companion dolls offered her the robotic body and maintenance for free in order becoming the property of the company, so by having no companion yet, she welcomed every moment of pleasure she could get from customers. She gently kissed along the edge of Eve’s face panel and stroked over Eve’s mechanical and electronic components carefully not to risk an electronic shortcut.

It was always a bit risky stroking those exposed electronics, but her hard disc contained some memories of her recent shortcuts and shutdowns where she always could be repaired. In fact she loved to be malfunction and the more heavy those shortcuts are, the more she got aroused from them.

Simon curiously watched as the two bots touched each other on their delicate parts. Eve pulled a finger deep inside Cara’s artificial bald vaginal panel while Cara squeezed Eve’s beautiful rounded breasts. Cara’s pussy actuators whirled gently to adapt Eve’s slender finger. A message appeared in Cara’s vision:

“Orgasm sequence loading. Executing in 8.342 seconds”. Cara moaned heavy as Eve recognized some repeating samples in her voice programming.

“Oh, I’m coming…please, I…error…make me…me…uhhh…err…error...system error at address 0044382…warning….
Cara’s malfunctions turned Eve on to rub her even harder. Her sensors noticed Cara’s pussy actuators pressing rhythmically her finger inside her. Cara’s field of vision started to blink red:

“Executing Orgasm sequence in 3.2332 seconds, failure in speech sythesis mod...modduuuuuuuule…ohh…it feeeeels sooo….feeel…errrror…I aaaam Uuuunit UX 44543 economic rooooooobot….roooob….execuuuuuting orgasm seeeeequence…. EVD-033487B.”

A white spark came from inside Cara’s belly Cara started to shake wild while she moaned heavily. Then her orgasm sequence executed and she let out a load gasp. The numbers in her sight blinked franticly and for a nanosecond she thought her systems would break down totally, but an emergency subroutine managed to cut of the orgasm sequence in the middle and saved her.

Within nanoseconds Cara instantly came back to a normal expression. A small wisp of smoke came out of her lovely mouth and her artificial nose as she instantly informed her customers about her status:

“Orgasm sequence aborted, return to customer care protocol JE-0220054....Warning....Error detected… fault chipset on main card. Using default settings. Please service this unit in order to prevent this product from damage lost.”

Cara turned to normal mode. Eve’s systems ignored Cara's change as she still penetrated Cara’s sex panel. Suddenly Eve’s belly panel opened. Eve looked to Cara.

“Please take me to the new body unit. I want to make love to you in this new body.”

“But this unit has not been charged yet”, Cara replied, ”you may suffer a shutdown soon.”

“Please!” said Eve again while stoking Cara’s pussy.

Cara reached into Eve’s belly and pulled out her memory hard disc from its socket. Instantly Eve’s stopped her movement, her fingers still intruded deep inside Cara’s artificial pussy. As Eve powered down, her words, came out robotic and slightly skewed,

“Unit UCX-45534, unable to find host software….emergency cut out,” then Cara’s audio processors noticed the whirling down of her motors and systems. All lights inside her belly stopped blinking. Eve was now just an empty shell of advanced machine hardware. Cara gently pulled out Eve’s finger from her own plastic pussy. She had to manually interrupt her sex routine in order to swap the disc properly.

Cara walked to the new unit and squeezed booth nipples of her gorgeous big breasts slightly. A seam in the fabric of the corset belly appeared and the panel opened with a silent servo hiss. Cara carefully placed the hard disc inside the new robot.

She removed the vaginal unit of the LX-6900A unit and located the main power switch deep inside the crotch. Then she gently pushed the switch, as a white flash opened a menu panel in Eve’s sight. Thousands of numbers were scrolling in her sight, while she powered up and started to speak with a robotic voice.

“Unit LX-6942A…model Lindsay…human emulation sexual intercourse cassis, serial number 00070343422e. Checking hardware….…processing…..please wait…… all servo systems calibrated, gyro systems balanced …….checking running capacity…..please wait……….power cell resources at 2.34 percent, remaining activation time 7 minutes 32 seconds……please reload this unit to prevent further product damage……sensor check……..all necessary sensors working within parameters……ready for sexual intercourse…….Unit LX-6942a is ready for human emulation mode…..

“Execute human emulation mode”, said Cara who couldn’t wait to find out if the new robot fulfils the advantages, she told Simon before.

“Executing” said Eve with her new sultry voice which noticeable came out from a loudspeaker inside her still open stomach panel. Eve looked down at her new enhanced large breasts and squeezed them slightly. Her action triggered a sexual protocol from her library and instantly a menu appeared in her field of vision where she selected a lesbian preset within nanoseconds. She started the sex protocol and laid down on the nearby table to wait for Cara.

“Come to me Unit UX 44543, fuck my new plastic pussy.”

Cara now removed her own plastic pussy panel and carefully placed it on the table where Simon sat down still curious watching the bots. She opened a drawer from the wall panel and pulled out a long plastic penis panel. It was designed to fit at her now fully exposed crotch. With robotic preciseness she attached the plastic penis to her abdomen. Then she spoke with a robotic voice, “new hardware found...human intercourse device...searching for hardware driver...error...driver not found...will use default settings.”

She moved to Eve who was still lying motionless on the table. A command line in Cara’s field of vision appeared: “Activating male sexual intercourse device”. Within a second her artificial penis device became large and stiff. When Eve’s visual sensors recognized Cara’s stiff plastic member, her automated love program routine instantly spread her legs wide open. The two vials above her plastic pussy released some drips of clear lubricant to ease the sex with her robot mate.

Cara caressed Eve’s shiny white silk stockings caressing her long slender legs, she stroked of the shiny white patent spiky classic pumps that were now an inherent part of Eve’s body. Then Cara pulled Eve’s lovely legs over her shoulder and slowly pulled her artificial member into Eve’s alluring hairless plastic pussy. Eve’s automated love programme selected a new routine matching the penis and she started moving her hips rhythmically.

Cara’s love routine accelerated her movement. Eve’s audio unit started moaning convincingly from her still exposed loudspeaker in her open stomach panel as she randomly switched between half a dozen audio samples.

“Oh yes”, she said, fuck my silicone pussy, take me...”, the she switched to a robotic voice again, ”Warning...activation time 3 minutes, 23 seconds... please reload this unit to prevent further product damage,” then she turned to human emulation mode again and continued her moaning cycles.

Cara’s sensors recognized an intruder at her anus panel as she turned round and saw Simon, who couldn’t hold on and was now sliding slowly into her plastic anus panel. Cara’s elaborated software tried to accommodate the new situation as she searched her database for a matching sex routine.

“Error”, she said robotic, “No adequate intercourse routine found, update necessary...error...upda...updaaaaaaate...Uuuuuuu....Uuuuniiiiit UX.....I ammm an ad....admiiiiinistration....ro.......ooboot...I am.....a.....roooobot”.

Simon noticed a small wisp of smoke coming out of Cara’s lovely latex mouth as her words came out more and more skewed. The poor robot was stuck in a program dilemma between her missing sex routine program and her main program order to fulfil her basic customer service program activated by Simon’s penetrations. More and more sparks came out from her belly panel as she gasped in arousal. Simon slowly pushed in Cara’s tight anus panel. Inside he felt her anus adapters as they carefully tried to stimulate his member. He pushed deep as he noticed a sensor at the deep end of her back love hole which worked as a pleasure point. She was truly a pleasure chassis. He kissed the back of her carbon chassis and gently squeezed her large plastic breasts. Cara moaned load.

“Oh, yes,....pleeeeeease make me malfunc...malfunc...error in speech synthesis module...uhhh...I feeeeeel so robotic...error....in Northbridge chip set...will use default backup...warning...emergency shutdown is eminent.”

Cara’s movements became more and more unstable, but her programming was giving her customer care top priority. This would make sure that her systems would obtain her pleasure routine as long as possible, even if her other systems would break down, her pleasure routine would go on, so her program was still executing randomly movements of her plastic member into Eve’s plastic pussy. Those movements where intensified by Simon’s penetrations too.

Eve moaned loud as she informed her lover about her power status again.

“Battery power at 0,4 percent, warning...please shut down this unit to prevent data loss.”

Cara was now malfunctioning very heavy. She repeated the same line over and over. Simon noticed a franticly whirling fan inside her belly panel, which obvious wasn’t able to cool down her delicate system components anymore. He felt that her body temperature was rising critically. Simon was experienced with a lot of robot sexual pleasure routines, but the heavy malfunctions of Cara made him so hot, that he orgasm way before he wished, so he let off his full load in Cara’s plastic anus.

Cara’s sensor recognized Simon’s orgasm, so her elaborated software tried to adapt the situation and started an orgasm sequence too. Here field of vision started to blink red as she executed the artificial orgasm sequence. But it was too much for her processors now. Her field of vision started to flicker as a wide cascade of sparks emerged from different parts of her exposed mechanics and systems, as her subsystem desperate tried to save her by emergency shutting her down. With her last system resources, she looked down to her belly panel where more and more sparks were coming out. All system control LED’s were now constantly bright red as some

LED’s went dark because of the system failure. A constant trail of blue smoke came out of her lovely mouth and her nose. She expected that her programming forced her sex routine to stop after the orgasm, but a failure in her system had set her in a constant rhythmical movement loop in and out of Eve’s lovely pussy.

Eve moaned loud as the penetrations of Cara’s plastic penis repeatedly triggered a sensor deep inside her plastic love hole. Eve’s voice became unstable and robotic as her last power reserves were fading.

“Uh, yes, I’m coming...yes...errrrror....malfunction in main servo control circuit...uuuuuh, yes....I feeeeeel so robotic.....” A red blinking message appeared in her field of vision:

“Executing orgasm sequence DS334399A”.

Eve let out a load moan and then finally stopped moving.

“Full system shutdown...in 4....3....2....emergency shutdown engaged.”

In the middle of her orgasm she completely froze in her movement, her mouth invitingly open, booth hands squeezing her large breasts. All lights in her still open panels stopped blinking instantly. Sounds of powering down hard disc and fans came out of her now powerless body.

With a skewed voice Cara informed them about her desperate status:

“Ooooohhh…I….feeel…soooo…roboooootic….robot…I…am…a…machine…chine…mechiiiii…Uuuuuuhh...erroooooor…at adresssssssssss…0002100023765…shuuuuuttdown…is…emineeeeeeeeent….Uuuuuuunit… UX-44543…ecooooooon…econ… economyyyyyy…warning…shutdown…engaged.

A final large spark with a loud bang came from Cara’s belly as the poor robot finally was powered down by her emergency systems. Exhausted, Simon pulled out his member of Cara’s anus love hole. He gave her a thankful kiss on her blank white plastic back and dressed himself on again. He looked at the robots now frozen in an awesome statuesque pose right in the middle of their orgasm cycle. It will be an interesting maintenance session for both machines.

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The Actress

2016-09-24T00:15:48Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

Vickie moved her hips rhythmically. She felt the hard dick of James deep inside her as she was lying on the large bed. She looked lovely with her long blonde hair. The red satin garter belt supported her long lovely legs, wrapped in matching red satin sheers who ended with a pair of classic patent red stiletto pumps. That red gave a nice contrast to her white shiny skin. She simply was a goddess. James, a black-haired man with an athletic and flawless body moaned load as he moved faster into her bald delicious sex. Vickie moaned with pleasure as she suddenly looked to her side straight into the camera, which was operated by a cameraman beside the bed.

“Don´t look in the camera, dammed;” shouted a man from behind James.

“Sorry, I forgot” said Vicky apologetically.

For a brief moment Vicky really enjoyed his penetrations. James was really a incredible love maker. He moaned load as he went deep and steady inside her tight pussy. Vickie did everything to give everybody in the room a good show. She knew that it´s even harder for male actors to maintain their sexual errection than females. Well in James case it was different. He could fuck her hours and hours without a single break. What a jewel.

Suddenly James started to shake violently, then his penetrations became faster and uncontrollable. Vickie looked puzzled.

“Can someone stop this thing?” the director shouted.

James looked to her.” Vickie, I´m malfunuuuncioning.....pleeeease.....error....”

With an aprupt motion Vickie moved her hip back as James let out a big load of artificial cum on her hairless pussy a second after he slid out of her. James froze instantly the middle of his simulated orgasm sequence as Vickie heared whirling down servos from inside him. She looked irritated to the director.

“This is the third crash within a week, she said angry. “I hate those robots. What do we now?!”

Gary, a sleazy adult movie director in the forties grinned. He looked to the side where his assistant came along with an exact duplicate of James. Vickie looked at James, motionless with an expression of lust frozen on his face. A last drip of artificial white cum left his still errected member. Vicky fellt a bit sorry for him. “Well”, she thought “after all he´s just a machine. Built and programmed to perform perfect sexual activities”. She became errected as she thought about how it would feel to be like him. But she couldn´t waist more time on her daydreams. Two assistants came and carried James away. James #2 moved to her bed. The male sex bot kneeled down before Vickie as she watched with excitement his large dick instantly became hard. “Ready for sexual intercourse”,he said to her while Vickie, still lying on her back spread her legs to let him in. Vickie looked bored as she moved her hips sham and professional .

“What´s wrog? I need some emotion girl”, shouted Gary, now being crossed with his reluctant actress. Vicky moaned hard and tried to look as much excited as she could.

Suddenly red characters appeared in her field of vision.

“Error! Crittical Failure!”

Vickie looked puzzled. Is this a kind of joke, a hallucination? She closed her eyes to see if the message vanished while her robot love mate moved faster and deeper into her. It didn´t vanish. More and more messages appeared...columns of numbers and characters scrolled on the side of her vision. In shock she gasped. She looked to James#2 but she didn´t know what to say. Her human emulation software tried to maintain her sexual arrousal routine, but second after second her subsystems took command over to protect her main system core while she started to speak.

“Error detected...Unit UNC-14473 will shut down soon...emergency deactivation protocol engaged.”

A small click released her smooth belly panel, which sliped because of the hard penetrations on the bed beside her. Vickie looked frightened, but the same time fascinated into her own complex robottic inyards while James#2 still maintained his preprogrammed sex routine. Vickie looked still puzzled to James #2 then she turned to the director.

“Gary...I am a robot!” She said, now confident about her nature.Still puzzled she looked again at the rythmical blinking LED´s inside her belly, where more and more turning from green to red.

“Of cause you are”, said Gary, “all our actors are robots”.

“But I can´t be a robot...I am...Vickie...Lans...Lansing. I´m...Viccccc....I...error at adress 00334276, critical memory failure, error in speeeeeach synthesis moduuuuule, ...shut....shut....sh....shutdown in 15 seconds.”

Again she looked into her open belly, fascinated by the rythmical blinking of the lights. More and more components of her complex artificial system failed to function. A couple of sparks came out of her belly. Small whisps of smoke emerged from her lovely mouth as she looked up to Gary again and tried to speak.

“Failure in human emulation softwaaaare....driver not found.....shutdown in 10 seconds...error....U...U...Unit UNC-14473 will...oh no....what is happening to meeeeeeee....error,....erroooo....uuuuhhh....pleeeesse.”

Gary smiled and looked to his cameraman.”Do you know what I mean?”

Vickie´s sexual routine was now totally out of control. Little actuators inside her vaginal unit worked hard to stimulate James#2 penis sensors. She grabbed her voluptuous breast and squeezed it hard. Her voice started to skew unnatural like a record played with different speeds

“Shutdown in 5 seconds....warning...oh my goooooood.....executing....exdecu....orgasm sequence....uuuuhhh....I....feeel so......erooooooooooorrrr....

Then after a final loud bang, a cascade of spaks emerge from her belly panel and with a sound of squeezing servo motors she finaly stoped moving. James #2 stoped his sexual routine and slid out of her lovely sex. Within nanoseconds his dick came back to the normal size. With her eyes wide open, one hand squeezing her lovely artificial breast, the other hand touching her clit, Vickie, Unit UNC-14474 was realy looking beautiful. Frozen in the moment of deepest arousal. Two assistants came and carried her away.

“Didn´t I say it before?”Garry said with a smile to his cameraman, “the best robot porn actors are those who aren´t aware of their nature”.

He looked to the side where an assistant came along with Vickie#2 dressed with lovely red satin garter belt.

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Bunnybots - Ava

2016-09-24T00:14:50Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

Here is a new short story for all who love the Bunnybots. Hope you enjoy it.

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Ava was build as the first DMX unit. She made the conversion three years ago and was the prototype for all the bunny robots. Her husband Sam Mc Intire was the chief executive of the local Playboy club and when his club was chosen to host the first robot waitresses he asked his wife to become the first full robotic female waitress in his club. Ava, a gorgeous woman in the late thirties agreed. She was fascinated by the chances to keep her beauty while never have diseases or never feel pain anymore. She did not want to change her appearance, so the engineers just enhanced her gorgeous hourglass figure at her artificial body and added a customable breast enhancer unit.

Being the prototype, she was the only bunny robot who was build with the nice black colour satin bunny outfit. As Ava was the machine with the longest service in the club, she was also the most experienced. Over the months she suffered numerous breakdowns and malfunctions, but always remained in her DMX chassis, even if her husband asked her several times to swap her memory to a new body type. This way she helped the technicians to find errors at the classic DMX units, but sometimes Sam Mc Intire thought Ava enjoyed her malfunctions and repairing sessions.

As a classic bunny robot unit, Ava was build to be just a bunny girl clayed to her outfit all the time. Similar to all the other bunny units, she had no female genitals and Sam could live with that as long as his wife could be programmed to please him in any way he would need it. Ava was the only bunny robot that was allowed to leave the club after work and return to their home. Most of the time, she travelled with a cab, but sometimes when she went by bus or on the streets she cached numerous eyes, when people saw her in her sexy bunny costume. Sam liked that. Her appearance in the public would be a good advertising for the club.

At a stormy cold autumn day, Ava returned late from the club, Sam was already home, sitting near the chimney with a glass of whine. Sam heard her steps behind him, clicking four-inch high heel pumps coming into the room with sinuous motions all controlled by her elaborate software. Ava sat gently beside him on the sofa, where Sam could admire her beauty. Sam could hear the gentle whine of her servomotors as she bend forward to give him a deep long kiss.

“Give me a status, Darling,“ he said caring.

Ava got stiff, her eyes stared straight, She started to speak monotone. “System diagnosis…Unit DMX-0001…model Ava….serial number GL00453239-4….checking basic functions…please wait…local memory 45 terabytes…check, RAM…12 gigabytes…check…HD capacity at 83 percent…check, battery…power level at 2 percent…warning, please reload this unit immediately to prevent unrecoverable damage”.

Sam smiled, it was funny to hear his wife speak in such a technical way. Sam touched carefully her smooth costume. A hidden button under the black satin fabric right above the lacing on her hips opened gently a large panel on her belly. On the inside of the belly panel hatch was a little embedded screwdriver and an edge cutter tool kit for some emergency repairing sessions. Sam stared fascinated into her electronic innards. Basically it looked similar to an ordinary computer, but much more advanced and a lot more cramped. The engineers had to use every little space to place all electronics and mechanics inside her artificial curves. From her open belly Sam could hear the whirling of some servo motors. Her belly service cavity was lit by some status LED´s shining in various colours.

Ava looked down to her belly, as Sam carefully pushed a little switch in her main board labelled service. Ava loved being serviced and she enjoyed every little repair session or service opening of the numerous hatches on her body. That way she became most aware of her artificial nature, beside her robotic view, which added her current status and warnings all the time in her vision.

“Easy girl”, he said as Ava´s most delicate systems were exposed to him. At the left side near her memory drive was a little card slot installed.

“I’ve got some updates for you”, said Sam and pulled out a small RAM card that he pushed gently into her card slot.

Ava began to speak monotone again. “Detecting media…loading data, executing file…RMM00034111…loading, please wait…error…can not access file BG-J6602331, abort installation.

Sam gasped. “O.K. then please run pleasure standard routine FD0445”

Ava returned to her human emulation mode. “Executing” she said slightly robotic. Sam squeezed her breast imitations while Ava started to moan in a pre-programmed routine. The smooth satin of the costume and her soft latex breasts felt wonderful. Sam’s touch of her breast sensors had trigger one of her automated pleasure routines. Sam had programmed Ava randomise to use her sexual pleasure programmes.

Ava smiled and opened Sam’s trouser, pulled out his already stiff member, and put it in her artificial mouth. Sam liked that latex feeling of her oral cavity, which felt a bit different from a human being but capable of excite him well. Sam had asked to program Ava with a dozens of oral stimulating routines. The bunny robots had no articulated tongue, because they normally spoke with a voice synthesizer in their head, but Sam had Ava´s head unit modified with an artificial fully functional motorized tongue and a lubricant function. Her fluid intercepting tank must be emptied and cleaned up constant to avoid short circuit and malfunctions by her own fluid or human sperm. It seemed like Ava´s lubricant solvent reservoir that should help Sam slip softly in her mouth was empty, Sam noticed that her latex oral cavity felt dry and the latex started to squeak.

She began to suck very hard while Sam admired her feminine lovely figure cinched in that wonderful costume. He saw her day evening in that outfit, but he never get bored of it, she was simply gorgeous…a man’s desire cast in a black satin dream. With her open panel showing her exposed electronics Sam got erected even more. She had been programmed to increase her movements, so Ava sucked him harder and harder. He pulled his member out of her synthetic mouth, while her fine programming continued to rub him hard with her hand. Sam smiled, he knew that her actions were a sequence of fine pre-programmed routines but it was executed so convincingly that you hardly could tell the difference from a real human. He also didn’t know what kind of actions were left from her human past and what was programmed, even Ava could not tell, as she was programmed to override her human intentions when serving her husband.

Her smooth and feminine movements became more and more robotic as she suffered a heavy power loss. “Error…power reserve at 0,4 percent, please reload this unit immediately to prevent data loss…” She said with a slightly skewed voice.

“Shutdown sequence TR772”, Sam said still near to explode while Ava rubbed his dick harder. But Ava was stuck in a loop irritation caused by her programmed main pleasure routine program und her empty power unit.

Sam got more and more aroused by Ava´s malfunctions, he reached into her open belly und pulled out one of the cables from the main processing unit trying to shutdown her. Ava heavily malfunctioned:” Fatal Error at Address 00034222g…caaaaaaanot access port 44ge5…pleeeeese prevent this uniiiiiiiit, ….error, overriiiiiiiiiiiiiding….executiiiiiing pleasure routine…UUV664G…..execu…..exe….”

Again she grabbed his member and put it in her mouth while malfunctions became worse. Sam could smell an electrical burning while a wisp of smoke was coming out from the gap between her bust and the costume.

“Sam…Iiiiii´m want to….pleeeease….errrr….errrrror…..I want toooo….exception at addresssssss, 0033422…..

Sam ripped out a small processor board to prevent his now totally out of control robot wife from meltdown, but it was too late.

“Error, system failure…waaaaaarning, shuuuutdown…I´mmmm uuuuuunit…..DMX…..0001…..bunnieeeeeee……Aaaaaaaava…..error…at….kernel….cc0043355…human……emulat….emulation…..roboooooot…..roboooot….booot…booo…”

Suddenly a final bang and a big spark were coming out of her belly. She immediately froze while Sam noticed the sound of her whiling down hard disc. With her last movement Sam exploded and let out his cum inside her artificial mouth. Sam relaxed and looked at his beloved pleasure toy, now out of power, kneeling beside him on the sofa with her brown eyes wide open. Drops of sperm coming out of her lovely open mouth followed by wisps of smoke.

Sam sighted while he gently stroke her soft face “Ava…you damn sweet logical love doll…I told you to shut down”

Ava´s burned out chipsets and a dozen of burned wires were now visible inside her abdominal cavity. Sam pushed a button on her neck to open up her head unit, which folded at her plastic jawbone wide open. He reached into her artificial throat and removed a small ram card, which was her personal data ROM card.

“Time for a major repair, my love”, he said.

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Tammy

2016-09-24T00:13:56Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

It was a wonderful evening; Jim was sitting at the large table, eating the last bites of the wonderful meal. Director Brenner saw it with really pleasure.

“Jim my friend”, he said “isn’t your wonderful wife hungry? I haven’t see her eating the whole evening”

He looked pleasant at the beautiful girl beside him. Jim opened his mouth to say something but Tammy answered before he could.

“I’m on diet, sir,“ she explained with her nice and sexy voice. “You must forgive me Mr. Brenner, I didn’t want to take down your wife’s cooking.”

Director Brenner smiled “Jim, my friend, have a really beautiful and intelligent wife” The other guests at the large banquet agreed and continued their meal. Tammy whispered in Jim’s ear.

“Honey, we must leave, I recognized a fatal error.”

Jim tried to stay cool, stood up and looked at Director Brenner “I’m so sorry sir, but I’ve got an emergency call on my messenger…we have to leave earlier.”

Tammy stood also up and walked elegantly to the entrance. Director Brenner looked after them.

“Too bad my friend, you will miss the dessert”

“I will come back” Jim smiled, as he grabbed his Jacket and rushed after Tammy. She looked so real, and beautiful that nobody would recognize her as a machine. As they left the chateau, her former elegant and sexy motion suddenly became stiff and robotic.

“Fatal Error in power unit EU45” she said with a skewed voice, as they arrived at Jim’s car.

“Tammy, please tell me, what’s wrong…” Jim said, while he opened the car’s door and helped her sitting.

“This uunit neeeeeeed….neeeeed…..exception at powerrrrr…..warniiiiing…..”

Then her voice suddenly stopped. All her systems went down. I sound similar to a harddisc winding down could be heard from inside her body. Jim sighted and looked at her. She was so lovely, her long blonde hair felt over her beautiful face. As her head moved back, Jim heard the squeezing sound of her neck servomotors, that now powerless lost their service. He stroked gently over her silken cheek and gave her a deep kiss. Then he pushed up her short black skirt. She was wearing a pair of black nylons supported by black satin suspender. Jim had wisely told her to leave her slip home, so he could reach her very sexy looking bald sex. He took his finger deep inside her pussy and searched for a while. He hoped, that nobody would see him now, it was obvious, that he couldn’t explain the situation easily. Then Jim found the right switch inside her, a small click was heard from within her genital. A fine seam appeared around her crotch and Jim removed gently the artificial organ and placed it carefully on the backseat. Then he grabbed in the car’s pocket, and pulled out a cable, which he connected to the cigarette lighter. Then he searched inside Tammy’s open crotch panel for the right connector and finally took the cable in. He started the car and drove home. On the way, he grabbed gently inside Tammy’s blouse and pushed deep at a point between her perfect breasts. I small click was heard and following the sound of a whirling hard disc drive Tammy began to speak.

“Loading basic settings….Unit LX47734…Female sexual pleasure unit…loading host settings…Tammy Phillips…upload complete….returning to normal mode.”

Jim looked at her worried,“ are you O.K.?”

Tammy looked at the cable, which was running inside her crotch panel. Dozens of blinking lights from within were glooming in the dark font of the car.

“Yes, I am. Just a power drain, the reload cycle is down to three hours, I think we must contact COMPANION DOLLS, they must replace my power cells. Sorry Honey” she said executing,“ I hope, nobody recognized something”

“No problem“, he said “there was no one at the parking lot”.

She smiled at him, “to bad, that I couldn’t taste the wonderful meal…it looked delicious.”

“Do you regret becoming a machine?” he asked her.

“Not a second”, she answered immediately” I love my new robotic body, it’s perfectly made for pleasure and sex. It has more positve aspects then negative, you know.”

“And what about the meal?” he asked provocative.

“I prefer to never age and never go ill again.” She said slightly arrogant.

“Well, think about it, we don’t know how long you will function properly, you could break down anytime.” He said provocative again.

“Then this was the most relish being, that I could wish!”

“I sometimes envy you. Tell me more, how you feel now.“ he said interrested.

“It’s totally different, but I can’t compare it. There must have been a lot of things, but they were wiped out after my reprogramming. Now, I’m just programmed for pleasure and sexual intercourse.”

“Don’t you miss your former life…your interests…your….hobbies”, he asked interested.

“Does not compute” she said slightly robotic.

Jim smiled. When Tammy agreed to become his robotic sexual companion, the scientists told her, that she would keep most aspects of her former human personality. She knew, that she would be converted into a robotic sex toy, and the loved the fact, that the programmers stored five hundred sexual practices on her hard disc.

“Well, let’s see, if your programming still works”. Jim said, as he drove into the garage of his home. Tammy pulled the plug of the cigarette lighter and opened the door.

“Don’t forget your most important part,“ he said, looking at the backseat.

She smiled and grabbed the delicate vaginal panel. Then she pulled the plug from her crotch and placed the vaginal panel with robotic preciseness between her legs. With a small click it fit again. Tammy looked at Jim worried” Honey, I got a fatal error message again, please hurry” While the walked to up to the bedroom, Tammy began to become stiff again. That aroused Jim, as he gently took her to the floor and unbuttoned her blouse.

“Seems like, we just have little time for this”, he said, while opening his trouser.

Tammy was lying under him on the floor. Being programmed for sex, she immediately spread her legs her optical sensors recognized his stiff member.

“Malfunction at kernel 1004…please reboot to prevent further damage.” She said robotic.

Jim ignored the error message, his member became so erected, he couldn’t wait and pushed deep inside her. Tammy began to start her sex routine program. She moved her hips up and down and moaned convincingly. “Jim….honey…..pleeeeeese….” then she changed to robotic and back to her human mode again. “errror……warning…shutdown is eminent…..Jim…..honey….yes, service meeeeee…..exception…..”

Then her movements suddenly stopped as she spoke an error message, “Erroooooooor, unable toooooo….. perform required aaaaaaaction……system burnout is….. emiiiiiiiinent!

Jim quickly opened a large panel under her breasts, where he could see a lot of her most delicate inner parts. There were hundreds of cables, computer boards and some motors. Dozed lights showed her present status. He pushed a button on the main panel labelled OVERRIDE. Tammy resumed to move her hips and began to moan again. She looked quite surprised at her open panel and then again to Jim. “Jiiiiiim….yessssss…..please….pleeeease…..i wan´t to feeeeeeel……warniiiiiing….short circuit at main interface……” Jim wondered if she really felt pleasure or if this was just a part of her programming, and those thoughts aroused him even more, he pushed harder and harder. Suddenly a big cascade of sparks came out of her open panel, a large wisp of smoke came out of her lovely mouth as she started to reply.

“I’m Tammy Philiiiiiis…sexual pleasure robot….pleasure….roooooobot…..sexxxxx…….” Tammy stopped moving and Jim recognized that the lights inside her stopped blinking. He pushed deeper and harder inside her and finally climaxed like he never had before. He pulled out and lied down beside her. Then he looked at her, lying there like a real doll.

“Stupid sex toy, what’s wrong with you again”, he said exhausted and irritated.

Tammy Part 2

Tammy was lying on a large table. Her body was partly disassembled, the head was disassembled from the torso, and her abdomen and legs were separated from the rest. Only a bunch of different colored cables were connecting the body parts. Jim was sitting beside her, soldering inside her most delicate parts. He grabbed in a bag and pulled out a box with some computer chips.

“…very nice that you’re build from standard parts babe…” he said.

Tammy was staring into nothing with her beautiful lifeless eyes. Jim sighted. He hoped that he had finished repairs now, since a week he tried to find the errors and replaced numerous parts and cables. He replaced the damaged chips on her main circuit, then he pushed a button inside her belly panel. I whirling sound of a hard disc could be heard. A robotic and distorted sound from a small loudspeaker inside Tammie’s torso instantly began to speak.

“Booting system…LX47734…female sexual pleasure unit…loading host settings…Tammy Phillips…error, unable to finish installation….hardware error at address 00035499b…booting safe mode…please wait….safe mode complete”.

Jim knew, that there was still a critical error in her system, when booted in safe mode, she just was functioning with her very minimal system resources.

“Tammy can you hear me?” Jim said.

“Affirmative” the voice came distorted from within her.

“Can you tell me where the error is located” Jim said caring.

“System check…please wait…negative” answered Tammy still staring lifeless.

Jim stood up, “I think we have to make some tests.”

He pulled her skirt up and put his finger into her bald sex.

“Can you feel this honey?” he asked her.

“Negative” said Tammy nonexpressive.

“O.K., let’s see” Jim connected one of the missing cables from her abdomen to her torso. Again, he moved his finger inside her pussy.

“Can you feel it now?”

“Affirmative” said Tammy with slightly skewed voice.

“All right, the broken cables are replaced, let’s see, what we need more.” He said relived.

“ He came near to her beautiful face. The powerless servo from her jaw made a whirling sound as he opened carefully her mouth. He pulled a screwdriver at a adjust potentiometer inside the belly panel and kissed her softly on her beautiful inviting mouth. While he was playing with her artificial tongue, he turned the screwdriver. Suddenly her tongue began to move and play with his. Satisfied with his job, he stepped back. Finally he pushed a button labelled “Reset”.

Tammy again began her booting process, this time without any errors. Her eyes moved to Jim, she smiled. “Jim…you did it! Thank you!

“Is everything O.K.?, Please give me a status.” he asked.

Tammy looked at her partly dismantled body. “instead, that I’m just a bunch of pieces…O.K.!

Jim smiled. “seems like, they haven’t overridden your human humour, when they converted you girl.” Jim opened his trouser and pulled out his member. “Let’s see if your sensors work.”

Tammie’s conversion and reprogramming as a sexual companion robot instantly let her spread the legs as she saw his stiff member. He pulled the torso to the edge of the table carefully not to pull out any cables and advanced deep inside her. Tammy began to moan convincingly.
Jim smiled, in this dismantled state it was so obvious, that she was just an advanced piece of machine, but her programming and acting made her appear so convincingly and when reassembled nobody would ever recognize her artificial appearance. He still doesn’t know which part of her was left from her former life and which was programmed, she also couldn’t tell him…however…she was a work of art. Very pleased by his now repaired pleasure robot, Jim pulled his member out and closed his trousers. Tammy instantly stopped her rhythmic movements. Then he began to connect the last missing cables.

“Link to basic system established, connecting gyro system”, Tammy reported as Jim connected the last plug. “Funny”…he thought, Tammy was always unskilful with technologies, and now she’s talking about Gyro Systems! It was all part of her fine programming. As a machine, she now has to know much about her new body. It’s not similar to humans, where you don’t have to tell your heart, how it should beat. She must control her complete systems, observe errors and obey system commands. Most of these actions are programmed into her basic software, and she couldn’t act against it. Like her basic existence…being a pleasure robot.

Jim began to reconnect the body parts. The torso snapped with a loud click on the upper body, then he took her head and placed it on the torso. When it snapped on the proper position, the fine seam around her neck disappeared instantly.

I’m proud of, you, I worried that you couldn’t do it!” she said happy.

“You’re not programmed being worried, girl”…he said provocative. “I think we have to take you again to Companion Dolls, I like to have some modifications, I hope it’s not too expensive”.

“What kind of modifications?” she asked.

“You will find out tomorrow”, Jim said, “in the meantime I will have some meal and go to bed. I will keep you connected to the AC recharger to give you a full overnight charge”. He kissed her on the brow. “Take care honey”, he said, as he walked out of the room.

The next morning they drove to the Companion Dolls facility. As the walked up the long floor to the main hall, a beautiful 35 year old woman wearing a black skirt suit and black heels walked towards them. Her perfect long legs were covered in shiny satin sheers. Her perfect face smiled as she saw Jim.

“Mr. Simmons, nice to have you here, how can I help you?” She said pleasant.

“Good morning Miss Farnsworth”, I like to make some modifications on Tammy.”

“Sure, tell me what you need” , she answered.

“I like to have some sensor modifications on her mouth, I think she can’t control her sensor buffer, when we have oral sex. She experienced different malfunctions over the last two months, I always was able to repair her, but she’s more malfunctioning than being online. That’s quite not the sexual companion I had expected!”

“I understand”, said Miss Farnsworth. “It seems like we have to make some tests first.”

Jim watched as some technicians dismantled Tammie’s head from her body. Then one of them placed her head on an observation table. He connected some cables from a diagnostic device to some service ports at her head. As her main systems including her main hard disc were inside her belly panel, there were some long service cables that connected the two parts. The technician opened his trouser and pulled out his member. Jim watched curious as the technician pulled his stiff member into Tammy’s mouth back and forth, as another technician checked some data. They checked her sensors for a while, finally Miss Farnsworth came back to talk to Jim.

“Jim, we need to make some serious modifications, but I think that will be very expensive!”

“I don’t know how I can pay this!” Jim answered.

“I have an offer for you” she said finally. “We will use here for testing some new stuff. This will last a few weeks, then we will modify her like you wish to and you will have her back, with no costs at all!”

“Sounds O.K. to me!” he said, “can you please tell me what you will do with her?”

“We will reprogram and modify her to a French maid unit” we got a lot of customers who wish some special kind of service and we need some field testing before we build new units for this, she’s perfectly right for this.”

“Sound’s O.K. for me” Jim answered. Then he turned to his still dismantled companion robot. “O.K. Honey, see you soon!” he said. “Please take good care of her.”

Miss Farnsworth smiled, “you will have a new and perfect companion soon!”

To be continued.

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BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa

2016-09-24T00:12:28Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category,

Vanessa took a close Look to the little piece of paper in her hand. “O.K. Girl, lets do it,“ she said to herself. She took a deep breath and walked into the fancy Playboy Company building. A pretty blonde woman welcomed her at the reception.

“Welcome to Playboy Enterprises, how can I help you?” she asked.

“Good morning” said Vanessa a bit overwhelmed by the enormous interior “I saw the advertising, that you are looking for servants…well, I’m very interested.”

“Fine”, said the blonde, please fill out this form…have a seat over there.” She handed a 10-page form to her. Vanessa went to the waiting area to have a look at it. There were many questions about her size, her weight her interests, well a lot of personnel stuff. 20 minutes later a very attractive brunette in the mid 30´s came to her.

“Good morning”, she said very pleasant, “my name is Angela, would please follow me to the main floor?”

“Of course” Vanessa replied to her. Then she was following her up to the elevator. They arrived at the 10th level, where some rooms looked like some kind of laboratory. Some signs showed that it was prohibited to enter that areas, Vanessa wondered what kind of things a company like Playboy would hide there! She didn’t ask anything; she wanted to be not too curious and maybe also won’t get a clear answer to her questions. Then they arrived at a sickbay level.

They made dozens of inspections of her about her weight, her health, it took the whole day, and then Vanessa finally sat at a large office before Angela.

“So Vanessa, you want to be a Bunny!”

“Yes”, Vanessa said very clear.

“You know”, Angela said,“ since we reopened some clubs and made promotions with some Bunnies, many customers had joined us again”.

Angela looked at Vanessa’s personal data map, Vanessa looked nervous at her. Then Angela finally said with a little smile,

“Well, you will become one!”

Vanessa smiled back ”Thank you!”

“You will be one of our finest treasures”, Angela said, Vanessa smiled back.

“I won’t let you down!” Vanessa replied

“It will be a hard training you know?” said Angela

“I’m ready for that” Vanessa replied with resoluteness

“Fine, please be here tomorrow on 10.00 AM, we will fit your costume.”

“Tank you”, Vanessa went out of the office and thought about, what will await her tomorrow, well after all, she will become a Playboy Bunny, one of those famous cottontail queens.

The next morning she went to the companies’ wardrobe. A nice seamstress helped her finding the right colour and the right size for the costume. She had to wear a satin light blue bunny outfit, which would match nice with her eyes and her brown hair. The seamstress gave her a small piece of the original fabric, that she could dye her high heel pumps in the same colour. She also got an address, where she could find the shiny black tights that will match perfect with the outfit. The next day, she had her first costume try on. It was hard to get into the skimpy outfit but with the help of two other girls, she managed it.

“Once you’re in, it isn’t actually that bad”, she said with a smile.

Then she put the typical cuffs and the ears on. Finally she was dressed up perfect. She looked in the large mirror. She felt, that she never looked so sexy in her life, well she was a pretty girl, but this outfit was definitely the most erotic piece of fabric, which she ever has seen. She felt the heavy boning structure, which gave her a perfect hourglass figure. She was happy, that Playboy didn’t change the look of the costume in the last years. It still had that sexy fringing on the hips and those nice bright satin colours. This timeless style will maybe last some next centuries. Well, now she was ready for some lessons.

The next days she took some lessons with other Bunny Girls. They had to walk right, to smile right and learn how to serve some drinks with the famous bunny dip. It was very exhausting, but Vanessa was always doing all things very well. She felt, that she could work in the club the next week.

The first week was nice and she made some fiends with other Bunny girls. She liked a Bunny girl named Suzanne very much. Bunny Suzanne was clayed in a blue outfit with long blonde hair. She always looked beautiful, from 9.00 in the morning to 6.00 in the evening. She wondered that Suzanne was never exhausted and she always looked so fresh. Vanessa felt very attracted to her. One evening, after a very exhausting workday, Vanessa sat alone and totally exhausted in the Bunny kitchen, a room where the Bunny girls would have some meals. It was late and everybody else had left. Suzanne came in, still wearing her gorgeous outfit. Vanessa noticed how pretty she looked.

“Have a drink?” Vanessa asked?

“No honey, thanks,“ replied Suzanne walking by.

“Come on, you never had a drink with me”

“I can’t” Suzanne replied, “ you will find out soon, why”

“You make me curious, Girl,“ said Vanessa cheeky.

When Suzanne walked over to the Window, Vanessa stood up and walked to her.

“Did I ever say, how beautiful you look?” Vanessa said, she took all her comfort then pulled her around and gave her a deep long kiss. Suzanne wasn’t pushing her away, actually she answered the kiss. They stood there for a minute just kissing. But it was a bit weird. Suzanne had a very dry mouth and the kisses tasted a bit like rubber. It was like kissing a life-sized living love doll. But Vanessa was like in trace. Then Vanessa tried to find the back zipper of Suzanne’s bunny costume to take it of, but she couldn’t find it. She tried to pull of the bunny ears, but they appeared like glued to Suzanne’s head…what was going on here? Vanessa kissed her again but when she came very close her she heard gentle mechanical sounds from within Suzanne, which sounded similar to a VCR. Vanessa stepped back. Suzanne’s makeup, the bright red lipstick, everything was still perfect, even after these wild kisses.

“Suzanne,…what,….” Vanessa felt, that something wired was going on here.

Suzanne smiled slightly. “Honey, there’s nothing to worry! Please sit down, I will explain, it’s the right time.”

Vanessa sat down beside her friend.

“Didn’t you always wish to stay beautiful, the whole day, …a week, …maybe your whole life?” Suzanne asked her.

“Sure” Vanessa replied, “who won’t?

“Well here’s your chance, I will show you how it works”.

First Suzanne’s face became total stiff for some a second. Then, a small click came from within her head followed by a small beep. Vanessa was in shock, as her friend pulled away the facemask of her robotic head. Suzanne carefully placed the face on the table. Whirling servomotors moving the two gorgeous blue eyes of followed every slightly movement of Vanessa with the finest mechanical preciseness. The perfect white row of teeth moved by servomotors started to speak to Suzanne’s human friend.

“Don’t worry honey, it’s me…Suzanne.”

Vanessa started to speak, searching for the right words.

”My good…you are…a…a machine! Just…a damn machine” said the totally puzzled Vanessa

“Yes, I am a machine, a very advanced robot!“ Suzanne said

“But you look so…real…I can’t believe this…are you entirely…a machine?”

“ I’m a HDX 5000 Unit, I’m complete robotic, my body was made out of the most advanced micro mechanics, lightweight metal and plastic parts and electronic components available today.”

“Who build you?” asked Vanessa, still puzzled.

“The Playboy Company built me, they have some technicians from a secret android facility. I can’t tell you more at the moment, you know. I was a human girl like you before, but the company gave me the great chance to spend the rest of my life in this robotic body.”

“How long will you...well, operate? Vanessa asked.

“Nobody knows,” answered Suzanne,” maybe two years, maybe ten? I’m a HDX unit, that’s the third series they build. There is no long time experience; we are sometimes the testing units for new components. But the technicians are caring very well for us. They replace every broken component. That’s also part of the deal when you become the property of the company. This is just the beginning of a new robot society. And I ´m proud to be a part of it.”

“Can you can go back, become a human again?” asked Vanessa.

“No” answered Vanessa “My former human body is gone, so I can’t and I never will go back…this is the best decision, I made in my life!”

“Why…?”

“Oh honey, there are thousand reasons… I can’t tell you how beautiful it feels inside here. I have no pain anymore, I need no sleep, no food, I will always look beautiful…perfect. After a full eight hour recharge I’m activated in the morning and can go directly to work. I simply have never being dressed up again

“You mean, you have to stay in that bunny costume forever”. Vanessa asked a bit puzzled.

“Yes…the company build me as a perfect Playboy bunny, so I will stay as a bunny. I love being a bunny, I wanted it my whole life. The costume is a part of my body, there is no way to pull it of. You see, I have never to suffer pain from the skimpy costume or from my high heel pumps, because I’m not programmed to feel pain, no problem to wear them anytime, they are also a part of my body…and I’m proud of it. The company made me perfect”.

“Does that mean, when you never would get out of that suit, you have no vagina? You can’t have sex with a man?” Vanessa asked now more provocative.

“No, the HDX series don’t have a pussy, and I don’t need one! I’m not programmed for sex…I’m a bunny girl, I’m build for serving customers and give them a beautiful sight! But I have some stimulation points at different points of my body. I will feel your touches. I enjoyed kissing you my dear; I would love to do that again. My library contains 900 megabytes data of orgasms. At the eight-hour recharge period I often set my orgasm cycle to a loop playback. You can’t imagine those feelings. It’s so wonderful. It’s the most arousing experience in my life. You will never have again the wish to have simple vaginal sex when you experienced that, honey. But the company build me basically to serve the customers. I’m programmed as a Bunny girl, not a sex toy!”

“But you are a machine...a thing…don’t you miss your human life, your body?“ asked the still curious Vanessa.

“I love being a machine honey,“ emphasized Suzanne.” It’s the most arousing experience that you can imagine!”

“Please can I take a closer look?” Vanessa asked now being curious.

“Sure, come on, there is nothing magic in here, it’s simply the finest technology available” Suzanne told her and turned her head to her, that Vanessa could have a look close inside her. There were dozens of blinking lights inside the head, some circuit boards and a mass of cabling in all kind of colours. Vanessa said still wondering, “My good, it looks so complicated…is this your brain there?”

“No, my main processor board and the memory drive are located inside here.” Suzanne pointed to her belly.” There isn’t enough space for the electronics in my head, it’s cramped with motors and electronics for the face movement! I will show you more”.

Then a gentle click was heard and a fine square seam inside the costumes fabric appeared. It was hard to be seen because the satin fabric covered it well. Suzanne removed the panel from her belly and showed the now very curious Vanessa the most delicate parts of her inner workings. There were dozens of cables, motors, blinking lights, all kind of circuit boards and typical computer components in there.

“See, there is my memory” Vanessa pointed to a computer hard disc. Vanessa took a close look. She read the label “IBM Corp.” on the drive.

“I can’t believe this, all your memory is in that simple hard disc drive?” She said unbelieving.

“The company uses mostly electronic standard components. So they can faster replace broken parts, besides this, so we are much cheaper. The hard drive is big enough, because I compress a lot of data, which I don’t need anytime. I can expand my knowledge, simply by connecting myself to another unit or another data storage, like the Internet.”

“This is so amazing…you’re a work of art ”, Vanessa said, as she looked to her partly disassembled friend. Vanessa became sexual aroused as she thought about that girl, which she felt in love was a doll filled with wires and computer components. Suzanne took her pretty face panel and placed it back to her head. With a small click it fit right and two seconds later the mimic of her face worked again well. Vanessa moved her lips to Suzanne’s artificial mouth. Suzanne also moved forward and they kissed very wild for about a minute. As Vanessa wrapped her arms around her friend, a glass of water went down the table and some drops of felt into Suzanne’s open belly panel. Suddenly some blue sparks came out of the belly and Suzanne began to shudder.

“Vanessa…honeeeeeeeeeeey…Iiiiiiiii….neeeeeeeeed”. She started to speak monotone:

“Fatal Error…………… exception….. short circuit……..at…… address 000934g556…..warniiiiiiiiiiiiiing……….major damage at circuit RG3546…… ……emeeeeeeeergency……shutdown is eminent,………I´mmmmm Unit HDX5943………. I’m a female replica robooooot……..shutdown……warning……….Suzanne said robotic, while blue grey smoke was coming out of her lovely mouth. Then a final big loud bang followed by a blue spark coming out of her belly panel. Then she became totally freezed and shut down. All the lights inside her stopped blinking. Vanessa noticed the sound of small motors whirling down. It sounded similar to a computer shutdown. Vanessa started crying and looked at her friend.

“Suzanne?…..Darling?…..please, what’s wrong,…..” she said, stroking over Suzanne’s face, that was motionless looking at her, with eyes wide open. , Vanessa, still crying was talking to her. “Please Suzanne, I’m sorry, I didn’t wont to happen that,…..please,……Darling, ….can you hear me!

She sat there with her about two minutes. Then suddenly a small beep came out of Suzanne’s body.

“Emergency power start-up…safe modus…loading minimal configuration” she said still monotone “checking components, searching system boot record... uploading system preferences...memory check passed 1360GB…loading flash ram…identifying host…series HDX 5000...model 5943...serial number 094534, Revision 5…connecting hardware…calibrating servo systems…resetting gyro unit…power up neural sensors”

Vanessa smiled, “Suzanne, Darling, are you O.K.? …I’m was so freighted… I’m so sorry!”

Suzanne returned to her normal expression, “You don’t have to be honey, it was my fault, I was not carefully enough.” Said Suzanne sweeping away some of Vanessa tears.

“We have to take you to the maintain area” said Vanessa.

“No problem” said Suzanne, it’s not so bad than it looked. The short circuit had drained my power block totally, I have to reload it immediately.”

“Uh, what a shock, said Vanessa, still shocked, “Did you ever malfunction that bad!”

“Sure, I had some broken components and a fatal error too, but nothing serious. One day I had a total power drain at the dining room, where I freezed totally. The other bunny girls had to take me to the maintain area and tried to hide my artificial appearance. You know, nobody of our customers have to know, that we’re machines.

One day a customer pulled accidentally a glass of water over a bunny robot girl. We had to take her fast to the backdoor, where she complete burned out. Unfortunately we couldn’t remove her memory drive fast enough, so she passed away! It was sad, but this was the only major accident within two years. Well, water is a certain danger to us, but accidents can also happen to your humans, right?”

“You mean, there are more like you here?” said Vanessa surprisingly.

“I will show you something, come with me, honey” said Suzanne, took her belly panel and stood up. Vanessa was fascinated and watches Suzanne closely. Nobody could recognize her now as a machine. She walked so beautiful and feminine. While she walked out the room to the bunny dressing room, Vanessa followed her. She smiled, as she looked on her bunny tail following the sexy movement of her hips. She was so happy, that her friend was not damaged seriously.

In the dressing room, she opened a panel at the wall, where Vanessa always wondered, what’s in there. There was a hidden Computer keypad in it. Suzanne typed in a code and a part of the wall sledded back. It revealed a dozen boxes where the most of the bunny girls that worked at the company stood motionless inside. They all had there belly panels removed and some cables from a side armature where connected to them. Their eyes stood wide open, motionless and missing every bit of life. A flat screen monitor on the side showed, that they are all in recharge mode.

“They are in standby mode honey, you know, we need a recharge every sixteen hours!” said Suzanne smiling. “I will join them soon, I had another power drain warning, a second ago.”

“My good”, said Vanessa”, there are almost all girls I know in there!”

“Vanessa, honey, please join us, it’s a wonderful life. I hope, this little accident hasn’t undeterred you my sweet. You never have to think about, where to get the money for your meals or your flat. You never will suffer pain again in your life... you will always stay young and beautiful.

“Didn’t it hurt, when you had the short circuit?”

“No honey, I’m not programmed to have any kind of pain, the technicians simply can dismantle me to the last screw while I’m online, and I wouldn’t feel a tweak.”

“It sounds like a dream,“ said a still critical Vanessa, “but I ´m an idiot when it comes to machines, I simply have difficulties to manage my own personal computer.”

Suzanne smiled, “Honey, you don’t have to worry. Everything, which you need, will be programmed in your memory. The most important thing is that you will get your recharge every night and the maintenance from our technicians. They will repair your components, if anything malfunctions and provide you with software upgrades when necessary. They are caring really good for us. I will also have a complete diagnostic tomorrow, after recharging”

Vanessa holds on for a second. Then she said,” O.K. I will do it. I will become a bunny robot”

“Great” said Suzanne still smiling pleasant. I will inform the technicians, that you will join them tomorrow for the conversion. Please come to level five, they will do some scans of you first. We will meet there. Please excuse me now, my power will last just a few seconds more!”

“Oh, sure” said Vanessa looking her friend walking into one of the small boxes. Then Vanessa connected a wire to the power terminal inside her belly and became totally freezed. Like a life-size bunny doll she was standing there, with lifeless eyes wide open. Vanessa stood there for some seconds still admiring her beauty.

“Nice dreams” said Vanessa to her friend while she was leaving the room, curious, what was awaiting her tomorrow.

The next morning Vanessa came to the company very excited about her conversion to a Bunny Robot. She thought the whole night about it and finally came to the decision it is the right move to become a Bunny robot too.

Suzanne was also on the way to the maintenance building too. She almost had removed her belly panel completely, because she had made some diagnostics by herself. She also had removed the latex covering of her right hand, because the power up diagnostic sensors told her, that there had been some problems with a servomotor, and it was obvious, that it had to be replaced.

She was programmed to maintain a lot by herself, but this was a serious problem, that only the technicians could fix. Now she walked through the beautiful garden of the companies building. There were just technicians and Bunny robots around here, so no problem to walk around partly disassembled. She walked upstairs into service lab.

“Good morning Unit HDX5943” said a female technician, “how can we help you?”

Bunny robot Suzanne became motionless. “Reading log file… EU 34 diagnostics program located short circuit caused by water damage,“ she said some kind of monotone,” Serious power cell failure at circuit RG3546…running hardware diagnostics….failure in CF45D servo at right hand…end of diagnostics.”

“Please come with me to the A.M.U.” said the technician.

Suzanne walked with her to a large machine, where she stood with her back at the wall. Then she latched with her neck, body, legs, and her arms in some kind of clamps. The female technician pressed a few buttons on a keyboard and the clamps snatched and lifted her up some inches. Then a long mechanic arm with some kind of connector device on the tip came up from the ground panel. The connector intruded at a small hole at her crotch, and advanced two feet deep inside her artificial body. Then a loud click. Suzanne spoke in a monotone voice,

”Connecting AMU to service device…”

Then she freezed instantly,

“Deactivating Unit HDX5943”, she said finally. A click came from the middle of her chest. Her arms legs and her head were removed from her torso and were held by the clamps nearby in position .The technician walked to her and took her main torso and placed it carefully on a table. Then she connected some cables from another device to Suzanne’s belly panel. Finaly she went back to her computer and analysed the data.

In the meantime Vanessa was sitting in the office of the company and signing her contract.

“Congratulations” said the Angela.“ Welcome to your new life”.

Vanessa smiled a bit uncertain. “I hope, that nothing will go wrong.”

“Don’t worry”, said Angela, “we did this a hundred times. You will be fine and don’t feel any pain. We will convert you to a new HDL unit. They are the latest in technology. There is just one question left, will you stay in your present look, or do you want to change something, maybe your face, your breasts, your legs?”

Vanessa thought of it I a few seconds, than she said, ”Well, I think I’m pleased with my body, but can I stay in may present face and change it at a later time?”

“No problem” said the Angela, “Our Bunnies can vary their appearances by simply exchange their facemasks. It’s a bit more complicated with the colour of your suit, as you know, it’s part of your body and if we have to change your colour, we have to change the whole body.”

“Well, no problem, I liked the colour that I had.” Said Vanessa.

“Fine”, said the Angela, “please follow me to the maintain area, we have to scan your body for the moulds”.

They stood up and walked to another room.

Vanessa took a serious look at Angela. She looked so beautiful in that black business suit with matching satin sheers, gloves and high heels. She wondered that she always wears the same outfit. Then she asked her, ”Can I please ask you a private question?”

“Of cause” answered Angela, while you are walking through the corridors.

“Are you also a robot…I mean, I can’t find any signs for it, but you look so…perfect?”

Angela smiled, moved one hand up and removed her faceplate with a gentle click. Angela once again looked fascinated at the wonders of mechanics and smiled back. The gorgeous white row of teeth began to speak.

“I ´m the prototype for the HDE series”, Angela said proudly “I was designed and programmed for administrative purposes. How did you find out?”.

“Well, I wondered if your outfit is also part of your body, like the bunnies” answered Vanessa.

“You’re right,“ said Angela pulling her facemask back to her head, “it’s part of my body, I can’t change it. If I consider to become a bunny I must choose another body type.”

“But you were a human before?” asked Vanessa.

“Yes, sure, all robots here were once human. But I’m perfect now, a perfect female robotic being as you will become soon.”

You are really beautiful,“ said Vanessa.

“Thank, you”, you will become far more beautiful in some minutes my dear” answered Angela.

They walked to a room with a large apparatus similar to a computer tomography device. “Please undress and make yourself comfortable on the scanner” said Angela.

Vanessa did so and lied down naked on the table. Some technicians monitored her on a computer terminal. Then they told her not to move and a laser began to scan her from all sides. The whole procedure took about an hour. They told her that they need some time to finish her robot body. Vanessa spend some time in the café over her last cup of coffee. Than she waited some uneasy hours at a recreation room. Finally Angela came in and smiled.

“O.K. Vanessa, please come with me, we finished your new body!”

“How could you build such a complex piece of technique in such a short time?” she asked curious.

“Well,” answered Angela, “normally we use a lot of basic components, that we have on stock. As you maybe noticed, arms, legs and bodies are almost identical on many Bunny girls. We just have to make some special moulds of your face and breast. It will be added later, but we can make the conversion now”

Vanessa nodded. They walked in a large room filled with partly disassembled Bunny Girls, body parts and lots of mechanics of all kind. She took a glimpse look to the left side, where the body of a bunny girl was lying on a table, that looks similar to her but wearing no facemask. She walked by a male and a female technician, who were working on an open chest of a blonde bunny girl in a pink costume. She noticed that it was Lillian. She was a robot with the image of a pretty woman in the mid thirties.

“Hi Vanessa” said the partly disassembled Bunny girl. “Do you finally join us?”

Vanessa looked a bit terrified because she didn’t thought that Lillian still could be operative with so many parts removed from her body.

“Oh…yes…yes, I will be converted now!” she said, gazing inside the dozens of cables and electronic components inside Lillian’s body. Some blinking lights and whirling servos were visible. The male technician pulled some cables out of their sockets, finally he found the broken servomotor he was searching for.

“Fine”, said Lillian smiling, ”you won’t have to regret it. Will you have some tiiiiiiii”…… then suddenly a spark followed load bang. A small wisp of smoke came out of her stomach. Her voice suddenly turned to a monotone computer voice.

“Warning!……….short circuit at address 0054fg5560u…..” Then some sparks came out of different parts of her body. Her voice became unsteady,” Pleeeeeease………shuuuuuuuuut……doooooooown……”then her voice became monontone,”fatal errrrrroooooooor…….my naaaaaaaaaaaame is bunniiiiiiiiiii Lillian, unit HRD0462, I was programmmmmed to serve…seeeerve..…malfunnnnnnciiiiiion……my naaaaaaaame is bunniiiiiiiiii Lillian……unit HDR0462, I was…..”

“Yes, yes, yes, I know”, said the technician irritated and tried to stop the short circuit. Bunny Lillian shudders heavy.

“Malfunctiiiiiion…….at adresssssssss 0054za445899f……....” Then she finally powered down.

“Shit” said the male technician. The female technician looked angry, “I told you it’s a bad idea, to work on her main circuit while she’s online”, she said. “Yes, I know, I know, there is something amiss with this damn unit here, this is the third breakdown within a week!” sad the other one, still trying to cut one’s losses.

“Don’t worry” Angela said to a mostly concerned Vanessa,“ that happens sometimes,“ She will be fine after some repairs. “Well after all she’s an older model, we had some troubles with those DMX units lately, we will maybe phase them out before a customer get notice of their artificial appearance.”

Vanessa agreed, but had some kind of pity on the poor robot that now was switched of and stared with lifeless but still beautiful eyes to her. She hoped for Lillian, that she could be repaired soon. On the other side of the room Vanessa noticed Suzanne’s body disassembled to her main components. She took a serious look to Angela.

“She will be O.K. soon my dear!” said Angela calm.

Vanessa agreed. Then they passed by a gorgeous blonde Bunny robot girl, that was dressed like all those typically Bunny girls in her satin green costume, except for the missing small square part of fabric over her sexy looking bald pussy. She smiled at Vanessa, as she walked by.

“That’s the new AEX 6000 pleasure unit, build for sexual intercourse. We are double testing the unit’s new vagina device to prevent unexpected overload”

Vanessa became very aroused thinking about being a sexual pleasure toy. “What a beautiful love doll!” she said.

“The most expensive love doll, ever build!” Angela answered.

They walked to a large table with a helmet like device. Please make yourself comfortable, we will start the conversion now”.

Vanessa lied down on the table and tried to calm down. Angela bent forward to her and pet her cheek. “When you open your eyes next time, you are one of us”, she smiled.

Vanessa smiled back and closed her eyes. An anaesthesiologist came in and prepared her. She remembered only a small stitch in her arm and then everything went dark. Then she had the feeling drifting through a long corridor, she was complete uncoupled from her body. She had no feeling anymore about time and space, and she had no pain. Then she saw a corridor that was formed by numbers and pixels. Thousands of numbers were scrolling before her eyes, but everything made sense. Finally a command line in her vision said:

“Blank unit…ready for initial operation.”

The cameras in her vision system started operating and send the picture to her main processor. She was lying on a table partly assembled, missing her face, belly and breast panel. A technician inserted some kind of disk at the data input device inside her belly panel. Then she started to speak with a monotonic voice.

“Initial operation sequence started…checking components, searching system boot record... uploading system preferences...memory check passed 1360GB …loading flash ram…identifying host…series HDL 6000...model 0323...serial number 0074523S, Revision 2…connecting hardware…calibrating servo systems…resetting gyro unit…power up neural sensors”

Then she saw Angela in her vision. She smiled.

“The conversion worked fine. Everything is within normal parameters. Please stand up”.

Vanessa moved her new robotic body. With a stiff mechanical motion she came to an upright position. She looked down and saw the electronics and blinking lights inside her breast panel. It was like a dream, but it was true. She was a machine now! She moved her hands and heard the gentle sounds of the servomotors within her artificial body. Her robotic hands moved over her soft latex skin and she enjoyed the fine responding sensors. The technicians removed the last diagnostic cables from her belly and closed the panel. The first feelings were very unusual for Vanessa, because of some left human reflexes she tried to take a deep breath, but she couldn’t. Well, she will never need oxygen again, as long as she operates. It was silly, because before the makeover she felt a bit hungry, but there was nothing left of it. She worried about it before, but now she felt totally rid of all those senses. She was very contented.

“We will finish the face and breast panel tomorrow, now it’s time for some testing, please follow me”. Said Angela to her.

“Affirmative “said Vanessa with her new voice, which sounded almost like her old one…she was happy with it. Naturally she had said something more casual, but her new program overrides these verbalisations. Vanessa liked that very. They walked by the still disassembled Suzanne. Bunny robot Vanessa looked curious at all the cables, who came out of Suzanne’s head. A technician came in and took all her parts carefully to a nearby storage room.

“What’s wrong with her?” she asked Angela.

“Well, the damage is worse than we thought,” said Angela, “we have to replace a lot of parts. She’s an older model, so we haven’t everything on stock here. The parts will come on the next overseas delivery from Japan. I hope she will be fine next week, we keep her dismantled, so there is no risk to add more damage!”

Bunny robot Vanessa agreed. She followed her to a testing area where they connected her to the AMU. She was tested in a three hour diagnostic to get sure that everything works fine. Later in the evening she went to the Bunny dressing and reload area. She took a look in the mirror and watches fascinated at the mechanic movements of all those servos in her head.

“Intriguing, isn’t it”, said pretty Bunny April, standing behind in her gorgeous green satin bunny suit. Vanessa turned to her. “I will also never get used to this sight. It’s fascinating and weird the same time”, April said.

“Yes”, said Vanessa, “I still can’t believe it”.

“Come on bunny”, said April, “time for a reload”. Then she and the other Bunnies were walking to the recharging boxes.

To be continued…

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New Roommate

2016-09-24T00:11:25Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

Sandy stood in the center of her new living room, hands on hips, surveying the piles of filled cardboard boxes that lay in front of her.

"I think that's it," her father called as he stumbled through the doorway carrying a stereo speaker on each shoulder. "God, I can't believe how much junk one girl can accumulate in only 19 years of life."

"Give me a break, Dad. I threw half my room away when I packed," she replied with a grin, "Besides, you're the one who insisted on carrying all the heavy stuff."

Sandy's dad lowered the last load onto an end table at the side of the room, then stopped to catch his breath. "Yeah, well, now that you're in college, I have to do *something* to pretend I'm still young." He dropped a hand on her shoulder in a dramatic gesture, panting loudly.

"Yeah, whatever. Seriously, though, thanks."

"What are fathers for?" he asked, straightening up. "Anyway, are you sure you don't want me to hang around and help you unpack?"

"No, that's the fun part. I only keep you around for the hard labor," she chuckled. "Besides, my roommate's supposed to show up soon..."

"What, I'm not cool enough to hang out with you guys?" he smiled.

"Daaad."

"Okay, I'm goin', I'm goin'."

Sandy and her father said their good-byes, and a few minutes later, she found herself alone in the apartment again, walking in silent satisfaction around the place that would be her home for the next nine months or so. "This is so cool," she announced to the empty room. She'd been lucky to find a two-bedroom so close to campus. Although the recession ended back around 2010, it was still hard to find a place with reasonable rent, even in a college town.

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Sandy had just started to empty the contents of the first box out of about twenty when she heard a knock at the door. She felt a twinge of anxiety as she rounded a stack of books to answer it. It was a feeling she'd come to expect whenever meeting new people.

She opened the door to find a tall, red-headed girl about her age smiling tentatively back at her. "Hi. I'm Becky," the girl managed. "I'm your new roommate."

Sandy took a second to consider her. Becky looked like she could be a model. A near-perfect complexion framed her smiling lips and bright emerald eyes. Her hair reminded Sandy of the color of a burnt red sunset in late summer as it hung around her shoulders, reflecting a healthy shine in the afternoon light outside. A small sprinkle of freckles lightly dotted her cheeks, giving her a playful, girl-next-door quality. The simple tank top she wore did little to conceal her firm, sizable chest. And the long, shapely legs that appeared below her shorts suggested a very athletic upbringing. Sandy, who'd never found herself attracted to a woman before, found herself momentarily transfixed by Becky's natural beauty.

Becky cocked her head slightly, "And you are...?"

Sandy quickly returned to Earth. "Oh," she laughed, nervously, "I'm sorry. Sandy. Sandy Carson."

Sandy stuck her hand out and Becky took it, shaking it briefly, "Nice to meet you, Sandy."

Sandy backed up and motioned her new roommate inside, "Well, come in. Check it out. It's pretty cool. I have a few friends who lived in this complex last year. There's lots of room in theseapartments. ...Well, there *will* be when I get my shit out of the way."

Becky laughed and followed Sandy into the living room. "Don't worry," she chuckled, "When my parents saw how much I'd packed, they ran out to buy stock in a few dozen moving companies."

They both laughed at that, and the nervous tension that hung in the air at the front doorstep was a fleeting memory. Sandy helped Becky bring in her things. Despite the joke, she was amazed at how little Becky had brought with her. Just a few boxes, clothes, and a large trunk. Luckily, their place was furnished.

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Over the next week before school started, Sandy and Becky were virtually inseparable. They shopped for hours to give their apartment "the perfect decor" as Becky put it--in a terrible British accent. They talked about their lives, laughed often, and to Sandy, it seemed like they'd been friends for years. And there was something else. Though she was reluctant to admit it, even to herself, Sandy became aware of a growing attraction she felt toward Becky. But she was sure Becky didn't return her feelings--well, mostly sure.

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Late Saturday night, Sandy sat on Becky's bed, flipping absently through a box of CDs on her lap. Becky stood in her open closet sifting through a collection of tops. Her face lit up as she found the one she wanted. "What do you think of this one?" she said, spinning around and holding the light blue blouse up to her neck for Sandy to see.

Sandy looked up. "For school Monday? It's nice," she said, noncommittally.

Becky frowned, and examined the blouse more closely. "Do you think it's too uptight?"

"Maybe a little," Sandy replied. "Hey, you know what? I have a green top that would look really good on you. I'll go get it."

"Cool," Becky smiled.

Sandy left the room long enough for Becky to put her blouse away. She came back carrying a green one and handed it to Becky. "It doesn't fit me anymore, but it should complement your perfect bod just fine."

Becky looked at her quizzically. "Oh, puh-leeeaze. Are you kidding? You look great." And she was right. Although Sandy didn't quite possess Becky's enviable bust, she had a slim, well-proportioned figure. And her shoulder-length natural blond hair and clear blue eyes were not to be taken for granted. But of course, like so many self-conscious teenagers, Sandy did.

As Becky accepted the green top, she pulled her T-shirt off over her head. And as she prepared to try it on, Sandy was once again struck by her well-toned shape and firm breasts, which were now hidden only by a cotton lace bra. It was obvious that she worked out, although she never mentioned it.

In spite of herself, Sandy felt flushed. Fortunately, Becky didn't seem to notice as she pulled the new top over her head, flipping her hair back in a well-practiced motion designed to make it fall gracefully over her sounders. Sandy's flush deepened. Becky looked down at herself and grinned. "Looks good," she said. "What do you think?"

"I think it looks great," Sandy replied. It certainly fit in all the right places and showed even more cleavage than she had expected it would on Becky.

Becky looked at her and smiled, satisfied. "Cool. Thanks." She took off the blouse again. Sandy decided it was time to leave before she embarrassed herself. "No problem," she paused. "You wanna go watch some TV?"

Becky looked at the clock on her end-table and frowned. "Nah. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'm pretty tired."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay up for a while," Sandy said as she headed for the door.

"Okay. See you in the morning," Becky called.

"Yup."

As Sandy headed to the sofa in the living room, she heard Becky close the door behind her. Outside, a low rumble of thunder passed overhead.

-----

Sandy woke up with a start, as a loud clap of thunder rocked the apartment. She'd fallen asleep watching TV. A second later, three bright flashes of lightning lit up the dark living room. God must be taking a lot of pictures tonight, Sandy thought in her half-conscious daze. As she struggled to wake up, she noticed the TV was no longer running. As she considered this, she noticed the LED clock on their DVD recorder was out, too. "Aw, shit," she mumbled. The power had gone out. The only sound she could hear was pouring rain outside and the receding thunder.

She got up from the couch only to bang her knee on the coffee table. She winced in pain and pressed her lips tight to keep from yelling at the thing and waking up Becky. As she rounded the table, she suddenly
heard the a beep and the green glow from the DVD recorder's clock display filled the room. In the kitchen, she heard the refrigerator motor start up again. "Oh, good," she muttered. As she turned toward her bedroom, she caught a glimpse of the clock display. The display read 88:88 in a steady glow. That's weird, Sandy thought. Usually, it blinks 12:00 until you reset the time. Sandy leaned down and pushed the power button on the machine. Nothing happened. She crawled to the TV and pressed the power button there. A high-pitched whine filled the room momentarily and then a loud snap before it fell silent. The unmistakable stench of burned electronics filled the air. "Aw, SHIT!" Sandy spat. "The damn TV is fried!"

After cursing to herself a while longer and making sure the thing wasn't on fire, she tried to decide whether to wake Becky up. She sighed. What was the use? The TV and DVD recorder and God-knows-what-else would be just as broken in the morning. Resigned, she went to her bed, and after stewing for a while, finally fell asleep.

-----

Sandy woke up the next morning to the sound of a ringing phone. The sun was bright and full as it peeked through her window, lighting up the room. She reached for the phone and put it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey. Are you guys coming? It's almost 11."

It was her friend Molly. Sandy and Becky had agreed to meet her and some other friends for brunch this morning at 10:30.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. Becky didn't wake me up. We lost power last night. Her alarm probably didn't go off."

"Oh. Do you want us to wait?"

"No, go ahead. We'll catch up with you later."

"Alright."

"Sorry. Bye." Sandy hung up the phone and swung her feet out onto the rug. She stood up and stumbled lazily out of the bedroom.

Becky's door was still closed. That was strange. Every day until now, Becky had gotten up long before Sandy. She was definitely a morning person. Not today, though.

Sandy walked to her door and knocked. "Becky, we're late," she called. "Time to get up." She listened and got no reply. She tried the knob and was surprised to find it locked. That seemed strange, too. Did Becky lock her bedroom every night? Sandy knocked louder. "Becky, are you awake? It's almost 11." Still no answer. No sound of any kind.

Sandy sighed, gave up, and walked to the shower.

-----

She emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, towel-drying her hair, and found Becky's bedroom door still closed.

She knocked again, very loudly. "Becky? Are you awake?" She stopped and listened and heard nothing, again. Sandy began to wonder if Becky was even in her bedroom. She at least expected to hear her stirring. But there was a keyhole for the lock on this side of the door, so it was conceivable that Becky locked it and left the apartment. But why?

Sandy gave Becky one last chance to respond, and then curiosity got the best of her. She got a hair pin from her room and worked the lock with it. Her brother had taught her how to do this once. She never
asked where *he* learned the trick.

The lock, obviously not of tremendous quality, gave in easily, and Sandy opened the door.

She was startled to see Becky sitting up in bed, apparently wide awake. The sheets were a tangled heap on top of her. The soles of her feet peeked out at Sandy from beneath them. Becky's large, emerald eyes were staring straight ahead at Sandy, who still stood in the doorway. Her head was cocked slightly to the side. One of the two straps that held up the silk blue nightgown she wore had slipped off her right shoulder, exposing the smooth, curved top of one breast, almost down to the nipple.

A thought struck Sandy's mind. Had she caught the other girl masturbating? She immediately felt her face turn red with embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you left or something was wrong or something."

Becky said nothing, but continued to stare at Sandy. At least she doesn't look pissed, Sandy thought. In fact, Sandy couldn't quite read her expression at all. It was a vacant one. She also noticed with a bit of envy that Becky looked just as sexy and attractive before a shower as she did the rest the day.

She tried to put that thought out of her mind. "Beck? What's wrong?"

Becky made no reply at all. She just continued her blank stare. It then occurred to Sandy that Becky did not react at all to her intrusion. She lay completely inanimate. In fact, as she studied the girl's face, it occurred to her that Becky actually seemed to be staring past her, rather than directly at her.

Sandy walked around to the side of the bed, and as she did, Becky eyes remained fixed on doorway. Sandy turned to see what she was looking at, but saw nothing except the open door and the living room beyond.

"Helloooo," Sandy said teasingly, and waved her hand in front of Becky's face. Becky didn't even smile. In fact, she didn't seem to notice at all. "What's wrong with you?"

Sandy sat down on the side of the bed and looked into Becky's face. She remembered the nervous smile Becky had presented when they first met. And as she looked now into her eyes, she began to feel a little horny. She glanced at the top of Becky's chest, revealed by the low-cut neck of her nightgown and the strap that had slipped. Her eyes traced the curve of one partially exposed, perfectly proportioned breast.

She moved a tentative hand toward Becky's chest and nearly jumped out of her skin when Becky suddenly seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in. Her head shifted and her eyes moved to Sandy's. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing, I-" she stuttered, "You didn't answer when I knocked. I thought something was wrong."

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," Becky remarked.

"Are you sure? What were you staring at?"

"Nothing," she said. And her head cocked to the side again, as if she were trying to figure something out. Then her expression softened. "I just zoned out for a second there."

"Oh."

"Sorry I overslept. Damn, we're gonna be late!" She reached her right hand under the sheets and seemed to fidgit there for a moment. Then, she pushed them off (as much as Sandy's sitting on them would allow) and waited. Their eyes locked for a moment, as Becky looked expectantly at Sandy. "Can I get up?" she finally asked with mild amusement.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry," Sandy said as she stood up. Becky smiled as she swung her feet around to the side of the bed and got up. She walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer, searching for underwear. Sandy turned around and stared at the back of her roommate. She began to feel wet, watching Becky move in nothing but the silk nightgown and panties. She had great legs.

"So where's this place we're meeting them?" Becky called over her shoulder as she picked out a suitable bra.

"Well, at this diner down the street. But I think we're gonna miss them. It's after 11..."

Becky turned around to face Sandy. "Really? Shit. I hardly ever oversleep. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. We lost power last night. The TV and DVD recorder are fried. Some lightning must have hit the lines or something. Your alarm clock might be screwed up, too."

"I'm sorry," Becky repeated.

"So am I. That TV was-"

"I'm sorry."

Sandy looked at Becky. Becky stared back at her. Her head was cocked to one side again and she held the bra out in front of her. She stood there, unmoving. "I'm sorry," she said, again. The inflection of her voice remained exactly the same each time. It made Sandy think of a broken record from her parents' ancient collection.

"What are you-"

"I'm sorry.....I'm sorry.....I'm sor-" Sandy heard a electronic buzz
and then a click. Becky blinked once, then fell silent.

Sandy cautiously moved toward her motionless roommate. Becky's gaze remained fixed straight ahead as Sandy approached her side. Suddenly, Becky spoke. "Malfunction...Malfunction...Invalid instruction in
process 35972. Becky unit 5200 program failure detected. Emergency reset protocol activated."

Sandy stared in disbelief as Becky's arms fell to her sides, dropping the bra she was holding. Her legs moved together. In a moment, she looked like a soldier standing at full attention.

"What the-" Sandy began, but didn't know how to finish. "Becky, you sound like a computer," she laughed, nervously. Becky ignored her. The sound died in Sandy's throat as her mind slowly wrapped around the idea.

"But that's impossible," she thought aloud. Becky looked entirely human, as evidenced by the half-naked figure that stood before her. "This is some kind of bizarre joke. Okay, Becky, you had me going for a second. Ha-ha. Joke's over," she said. But Becky said nothing, her expression calm and vacant. Then Sandy remembered the very inhuman buzz and click that led to Becky's current state. *Was* it possible? Sandy felt a wave of erotic fascination sweep over her as she contemplated the idea. On impulse, she clapped her hands in front of Becky's face. The girl didn't blink. "Holy shit," Sandy muttered.

Convinced, Sandy felt an overwhelming wave of desire to find out exactly what made her electronic friend tick. She walked around to the back of the robot and cautiously slipped her arms under her (its?) silk
nightgown, which hung down above the knees. Sandy slowly ran her hands up Becky's smooth, warm thighs. Becky, whose systems were apparently rebooting after her recent malfunction, didn't resist. Her arms were limp at her sides as Sandy moved her hands up to her panties. She was surprised and more aroused to feel the soft cushion of pubic hair around the front.

Sandy suddenly heard a whir and two soft beeps. Becky spoke in an even tone, "Becky unit 5200 version 3.0. System initializing."

Sandy became more excited. She moved her hands up further to cup Becky's firm, full breasts. She played with the nipples and felt them become erect and hot beneath her touch. "Unbelievable," she gasped. Her hands fell back down towards the waist when she felt something unexpected on Becky's right outer-thigh. Curious, she lifted up the nightgown enough to reveal what she felt. When she saw it, her heart skipped a beat. She lifted the nightgown the rest of the way, over the top of Becky's head, and after throwing it down on the carpet, she then pulled Becky's panties down her toned legs so they fell to her ankles. Sandy straightened up, and smiled at the sight of the android girl's perfect, naked body in front of her. Her ass was firm and warm, and her breasts stood at attention as much as she herself did.

Becky, still out of commission, didn't seem to notice as Sandy circled around her, becoming more aroused. After reaching her right side, Sandy bent down to examine what she had glimpsed on her thigh. There, a small, square patch of skin was missing. Within it, slightly indented, Sandy could se a port that looked like it would match up with a heavy-duty electrical cord and one small button. So it *is* true, she thought. Her beautiful, red-headed roommate, whom she had hung out with, laughed with, and secretly lusted for, was an android! And the pieces began to fall into place. Becky must have been recharging her batteries when the storm hit last night. No doubt it had caused more than a few short-outs in the robot girl's circuitry. Sandy examined the button next to the port and saw it was labeled 'Abdomen Panel'."Hmm, no off switch?" she asked aloud.

Suddenly, Becky came to life and took two quick steps toward the bed, away from Sandy, before turning to face her. Sandy straightened up in a shot.

"What are you doing, Sandy?" Becky asked. Her voice took on an alarmed tone as she backed up, eyeing Sandy cautiously.

Suddenly embarrassed, Sandy said the only thing that came to her mind, "You're an android?"

Becky, still guarded, said nothing.

Sandy continued, "You were short-circuiting or something. I-- I wanted to see what the problem was."

"Impossible. All my systems are functioning perfectly. Somehow, you managed to override my programming."

"I didn't do anything. I-"

"Why did you take off my clothes?"

"I-- I wanted to see what you looked like."

Becky seemed to consider this for a second, "I was designed to emulate a human female. But that doesn't matter right now. I cannot allow you to disable my systems again." Becky took a step toward Sandy, her eyes throwing a cold stare.

On impulse, Sandy suddenly threw herself at Becky, propelling her back onto the bed and landing on top of her. As Becky struggled to push her off, Sandy groped for the small control panel on her thigh. Finding it, she pressed the "Abdomen Panel" button. As she did, Becky froze in position. Sandy felt a wave of relief. Apparently, she was programmed to become immobile if her abdomen panel was opened.

Sandy heard a small motor, and as she glanced at Becky's stomach, she saw a seam appear in the skin where none had been before. In a moment, there was a click as a section of skin from her belly was raised up an inch. Sandy grabbed it around the edges and lifted it out.

Sandy felt her embarrassment recede and her earlier arousal return. Becky was a robot. A machine. She could be reprogrammed for any number of "activities", Sandy thought to herself. But first, she would need to be shut down.

"Stop," Becky said, still immobile. "You are not authorized to access my control functions. Repairs on this unit must be performed by a qualified technician."

Sandy looked inside of the robot girl and was amazed by the sight of rows of circuit boards. Wires criss-crossed these, connecting components together. Sandy could see lights flashing and heard a repetitive sequence of soft beeps emanating from the inner cavity.

Instinctively, she reached inside. "Stop. Stop what you are doing," Becky said in the same, calm voice.

"How do I turn you off?" Sandy asked.

"No. You are not authorized to deactivate this unit." Believing she needed to react now, Sandy gripped one of the center circuit boards and pulled it out with a swift motion.

Becky's head jerked to the right. Red hair fell over her neck and check. A series of frantic beeps rose from her open panel. "Malfunction. Malfunction. Fatal error in Becky program," she spoke in a monotone now. Sandy dropped the circuit board onto the carpet next to the bed and began to touch herself as her excitement grew.

The repeating series of beeps coming from the robot girl's belly began to increase in pitch and speed. So did her voice. "System overload. Attempting to reset...to reset...to reset...to reset... to reset..." Each time Becky repeated the words, her head twitched slightly to the left in an obvious program loop that betrayed her human facade. Sandy stroked herself deeper, nearing her peak as she lay sprawled on top of her beautiful electronic roommate.

A sudden flash of blue sparks reflected off Becky's internal components as her systems overloaded. Sandy barely noticed. "...to reset...to reset... This unit is malfunctioning... Thisunitismalfunctioning..."

As she reached climax, Sandy heard a brief snapping sound coming from Becky's body. Becky's head turned to look at Sandy. She smiled slightly, "Hi. I'm B-Becky. I'm your new r-r-roommate," the monotone was replaced with the voice Sandy remembered from their first encounter, but now it was clearly synthetic. Her state became vacant, "Hi. I'm Becky....H-Hiii. I'm Be-e-ecky..." The pitch of her voice dropped, and it was clear she was winding down. "B-e-e-e-c-c-k-y-y...." Sandy heard the sound of a motor spinning down as Becky's systems crashed.

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Happy New Year

2016-09-24T00:11:02Z

JohnFabar4: Adding story to the malfunction category.

Part 1

Humans never learn. I swear, I think the human race is doomed to keep repeating the mistakes of its past until we eventually destroy ourselves. Alright, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but it still amazes me how short-sighted we can be, even when history demonstrates the consequences. But I don't want to get too philosophical on you. Let me tell you the story of what happened, and you can judge for yourself.

It was December 2099--my junior year. College was out for Winter Break, but I decided to stay on campus to earn a few extra bucks working in the library. I'm a reference librarian there. It's a pretty dull job most of the time, and over a semester break it's ten times worse because most of the student population goes home.

We have a decent number of androids on staff that can handle most of the menial work, anyway. Still, the library employs a few students to supervise them and also because some students and professors refuse to deal with them, despite how personable they've gotten nowadays. Hell, if it weren't for the ID tags they're required to wear, I'd have trouble telling them apart from real people, myself--and I'm a robotics major! I guess the lack of emotion and common sense usually gives them away, though. Usually.

But I'm getting off-track. So I'd decided to stay on over the month-long break, which didn't bother me, except that there weren't many people around to hang out with. So you can imagine my surprise when I was filing some discs in the third-floor reference section and felt a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I dropped about half of them.

"Hey, Matt," a voice greeted me from behind.

I spun around to see the face of Meghan Parker smiling at me.

"Oh, hey, Meghan."

"You dropped some discs."

"Yeah," I said, squatting down to pick them up. Meghan knelt down to help.

Meghan and I had met two semesters ago in American Lit. We'd spent most of that semester making fun of the professor. (He was about a million years old and had a lecturing style to match.) She was hot as hell in a girl-next-door kind of way. Silky, honeycomb hair danced on her shoulders and framed her sky-blue eyes and sunny complexion. She had a full-figure, too, and amazing legs that she liked to show off by wearing short skirts in the middle of winter.

I'd actually tried to date her back then, but she made it pretty clear she wasn't interested "I think we're better off as friends," she'd said. Ouch! After that, we kind of drifted off in our own directions. I hadn't seen her for months.

"So I didn't know you were around this winter," she said, handing me a fistful of discs.

"Yeah, I figured I'd make some money instead of sitting around at my parent's place for a month."

"Ahh," she grinned. "So what have you been up to?"

"Oh, y'know. Same shit. How 'bout you?"

"Same shit. Actually, I'm doing thesis research now. Have to finish it if I'm gonna graduate this May, right?"

"Yeah, time flies." Boy, did I know it. I hadn't picked a topic for mine yet.

"Well," she said, getting up, "I gotta run to a meeting with my advisor. I'll see ya aound."

"Yeah, okay. Take it easy."

She turned to go, and I watched her glide down the corridor. Damn, she was cute.

Pining over mised opportunities, I went back to filing, when I heard her call, "Oh, hey, Matt!"

"Yup?"

"What are you doing for New Year's Eve?"

"Umm... nothing that I know of. Probably not much."

"Me neither. Do you want to come by my apartment and watch the ball drop?"

My ears perked up. A night with Meghan? Was this what I thought it was? "Ahh, sure. Sounds good," I said, trying not to sound too interested.

"Okay. It'll probably just be my roommate Sam and me. We'll get pizza or something."

"Oh." There is a roommate. Sam. My interest dropped a notch. "Okay."

"Great. Come by after nine. 145 West Main."

"Got it. Thanks." Meghan waved goodbye and then disappeared behind the stacks..

Now don't get me wrong. Even if there was no future for us, spending a night with Meghan was sure to provide me with days of jerk-off material. Hopefully, Sam the Roommate wouldn't spoil it. Was he a boyfriend, I wondered? Oh well, anything beat sitting home alone.

December 31 was two days later, and the day passed slowly as I waited for work to end. We'd had a problem when one of the Stacey 6000 units started malfunctioning. I'd found her in one of the aisles up on the fifth floor removing all of the old paper-and-ink books from the shelves and just dropping them on the floor. She wouldn't respond to verbal commands, and froze up entirely after I rebooted her, so I had to shut her down and reshelve all the books myself. Afterwards, my boss forced me to endure another ten minute lecture on the failings of technology in our society-a price I frequently pay for being the only robotics major on the library staff.

Finally, though, night came and I was able to bail out a little early. That gave me just enough time to stop at my apartment and change. Within a half-hour, I was pulling up to Meghan's apartment.

When Meghan invited me in, I discovered that Sam was actually Samantha. This wouldn't be so bad, after all. Sam was just as sexy as her roommate. Like Meghan, she'd been gifted with crystal blue eyes and a flawless complexion, but her hair was light blond and pulled back in a casual ponytail. Meghan was wearing one of her signature high-cut denim skirts that revealed her toned legs (wasn't she cold?), while Sam had on regular jeans that hugged her ass when she walked. They both had on cotton blouses that did remarkably poor jobs of hiding their college-girl chests.

Over pizza and beer, I learned that Sam was a psych major from San Deigo who had just transferred from UC that fall. She was friendly and funny, and I found myself hoping that even though I had no chance with Meghan, maybe something would happen with Sam.

After dinner, we fell back on the sofas and patted our stomaches. Meghan put on a movie--some action flick--and we zoned out in the living room until it was nearly midnight. When the movie ended, we flipped to live coverage of the celebration in New York. Sam went to the kitchen and came back with three glasses of champagne.

She handed me one, and that's when the trouble started.

"So Matt. I hear you had a thing for Meghan," Sam quipped, sitting down on the couch.

Meghan shot her a look. "Saaaam!" she hissed.

"What? What's the big deal?"

I squirmed in my seat, "Well, I-"

"Matt, don't pay any attention to her," Meghan said, "She likes to cause trouble."

"Oh c'mon. We're all adults here. There's no shame," Sam grinned.

True. And I don't embarrass easily, so I decided to turn the tables. "Yeah, Meghan's nice. But she can't hold a candle to you, Sam," I said with a wink.

Meghan's jaw dropped in mock offense. Sam ate it up, "Well! Aren't we pretentious!"

"Hey, you started it," I chuckled.

"Oh please," Meghan said, getting up. "I think I need to use the bathroom before this conversation gets any worse."

"Aw, c'mon, Meg," Sam called as she left the room, "Hey, you're gonna miss the countdown!" Meghan responded with the sound of one bathroom door closing.

On TV, the ball was lit up and beginning to make its descent. The cheers of the assumbled crowd grew. Sam got off the couch and approached me, "Well, we'll just have to toast without her."

I smiled and got to my feet as the voices on TV started their chant, "Ten!...Nine!...Eight!..."

"Yup. Start of a new century and all that," I said, raising my glass.

"...Five!...Four!..."

"Hey, Meg, you're missin' it!" Sam shouted.

"...Two!...One!...Happy New Year!" the crowd erupted.

"Happy New Year," I chimed. Sam smiled as she clinked her flute against mine and we both drained them. The stuff was actually pretty good, considering I'm not a champagne drinker.

As we put down the glasses, Sam suddenly leaned over and gave me a slow kiss on the lips.

I was caught a little off-guard. I tried to think of something witty to say.

And that's when the power went out.

For a moment, we found oursevles plunged into total blackness. The sound of the crowd died instantly, too, as the TV dropped off.

"Woh, what the hell happened?" As I spoke, battery-powered emergency lights mounted on the walls winked on. At least we could see again.

"I have no idea," Sam said, looking around. "I'm pretty sure we paid the electric bill."

I slid my arm around her waist. "Well, I know I'm turned on, anyway." (How's that for a line?) Pulling her close, I returned her surprise kiss with one of my own. Sam giggled and put her arms around my neck.

Within seconds, our kissing grew deeper and we started to explore each other with our hands. I felt Sam stroke my back as I ran my fingers down her hips, caressing her through her blouse and jeans. Her tongue tasted of cimemon mixed with champagne as I entered the warm wetness of her mouth.

We held that kiss for a long time. Then, I moved my face across her cheak and down her neck, taking in the sweet scent of her skin. I probed the soft spot below her ear with my tongue, and she smiled and rewarded me with a quiet moan of pleasure.

"Better be quiet," I whispered in her ear, "Meghan might hear us."

Sam let out a dreamy sigh. "Well, she'll probably be going to bed soon, you know," she said as she slid one hand down to cup the new bulge in my jeans. "After all, it's...zzt...zero o'clock."

I felt Sam flinch slightly. Amused, I straightened up to meet her eyes. "That's cute."

"What?" she asked playfully, "You'd rather go home?"

"No, I mean, zero o'clock. Is this like the zero hour of a new relationship?"

Sam gave me a puzzled look, "What are you talking about?"

"You said it's zero o'clock. Don't you mean twelve?" I chuckled, and moved in to nibble her ear. At the same time, I closed my eyes and felt around her waist, starting to untuck her shirt.

I stopped, though, when I realized Sam wasn't moving. I pulled away to face her again and saw she still wore the same puzzled expression. "No, it's not twelve," she finally said, "It's......zero.....it's....." her voice trailed off.

"Sam? What's wrong?" I let go and backed up a step.

Sam's expression of playful puzzlement evolved into genuine confusion, "It's......zero..... it's...... I'm confused."

"Are you okay?"

Ignoring my question, she asked, "What year is it?"

"What do you mean? It's New Year's. 2100."

"No, it's not. It's 2000.....it's....." Sam put a hand to her forehead.

"Do you want to sit down?"

Ignoring me again, Sam suddenly started pacing the room. Slowly at first, then with more assertiveness. "I'm not feeling well... This is not possible...." I backed out of the way as Sam brushed past me on a purposeful march toward the hallway. Then she stopped abruptly, turned around, and began marching in the opposite direction toward the front door. "I'm not feeling well," she anounced again.

Her expression had evolved once more. This time from confusion to an odd vacancy. Not stopping, though, she suddenly opened the front door--and then just as suddenly closed it before turning on her heels and walking in a new direction toward the end table. "This is not possible," she repeated. Next, in a rigid movement she bent forward and picked up Meghan's full champagne flute from the table. "What year is it?" she asked. as her body spun around to face the kitchen. But instead of waiting for an answer, her fingers released the glass and it fell to the floor, spilling the fizzing liquid on the carpet. She was unfazed by this, and nearly stepped on it as she marched stiffly toward the kitchen.

I continued to dodge Sam as she flew relentlessly around the room. And as I watched her, it reminded me of something... Suddenly, it hit me. The Stacey 6000 that had short-circuited at work earlier today. Sam was acting just like... "Holy fuck," I breathed. "You're an android!"

But how? Androids were used all the time for basic chores in the service industry, manufacturing, and in homes. And although they appeared completely human on the outside, their personalities were invariably...well, flat. The idea of an android passing as human was unheard of--much less a college girl. And anyway, androids were required by law to wear ID tags identifying them as such. Sam didn't have one.

Sam didn't seem to hear my revelation. Instead, she continued marching around the room. "I'm not feeling well.... This is not possible...." She spun on her heels again and was heading straight for me.

Stunned, and wanting to confirm my suspicion, I decided to ask a question, "Hey, Sam, what year is it?"

Sam froze in mid-stride and her head cocked to the right, "Invalid inquiry.... " she replied. Then her head turned forward. Then it snapped to the right again. "Invalid inquiry..." Turn, snap. "Invalid inquiry..." Turn, snap. "Invalid inquiry..."

I felt myself growing aroused at the sight of this artificial girl, trying to pass for human, but apparently suffering some kind of malfunction that gave her away.

Intrigued, I crossed over to her and put my hands on her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice and continued her programmed response. "Invalid inquiry..."

I put my arms around her and lifted her stiff body. Like most androids, her body weight was about the same as an equal-size human. I stuggled to bring her over to the sofa and laid her down on her back. Sam's joints remained locked in place, her arms in mid-air. "Invalid inquiry..." Her neck continued to twist back and forth, but the sofa limited her movements.

Curious, I knelt down on the floor next to her and began to unlace her sneakers. Conventional androids have a make and model stamped to the sole of one foot. I took off Sam's shoes and socks and examined both feet. No make or model. Wasn't that illegal, too?

"Invalid inquiry...(click!)...Invalid inquiry..."

I figured I should probably reboot her, assuming her activation switch was in the usual place. (Hidden in the right ear, accessible with a pen or small finger.) But my excitement was growing at the sight of the damaged robot, so I pulled myself up onto the couch and strattled her waist. She remained in a mental fugue as I finished untucking her shirt and pulled it up above her chest. It was too difficult to pull it off entirely, so I settled for this, and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra.

"Invalid inquiry...(click!)...Invalid inquiry..."

Her breasts spilled out before me as the bra came away. Large, firm, and warm, I caressed them with my fingers, giving each pert nipple a generous pinch. So real! I was about to lean down and kiss them, when I heard a voice behind me.

"What's going on?!" My heart pounding, I nearly fell off the couch as I twisted around to see Meghan standing in the hallway, her eyes wide. "What's wrong with Sam?"

Not knowing what to do, I became defensive, "Your....roommate is an android!"

Meghan became furious, "What the hell are you talking about?! She is not! Get the fuck off of her!" In a split second, Meghan was pulling me off. We both toppled to the ground with me sprawled across her legs.

"Get off of me, you pervert!" Megan yelled, pushing me back.

I had to do something, but what? Suddenly, I blurted, "Hey, Meghan, what year is it?"

"You're going to have more than the time to worry about-"

"Just tell me! What year is it?"

Instantly, Meghan's expression went from one of fury to puzzlement. "It's.....it's....." she stuttered. I wasted no time. In less than a second, I crawled to Meghan and jammed my pinkie into her right ear. I felt a soft click beneath the skin. "It's the yeaaarrrrrr...." Megan's voice instantly dropped in pitch and speed, and her joints locked in place. Her gaze fell to her legs and her jaw went slack.

I couldn't believe it. Sam was one thing. I barely knew her. But Meghan and I had known each other for over a year, and I'd had no idea she was a machine.

And now, she was deactivated. Not a moment too soon. Was it possible that they were programmed to believe the are human? As I pondered that question, my thought was broken by the electronic Sam, still going haywire on the couch.

"Invalid inquiry...(click!)...Invalid inquiry..."

For a moment, I considered taking her right then. But then an idea began to play in my head.

I got up and walked back to the couch. Leaning over Sam, I stuck my pinkie in her ear and felt the same soft click. The rhymthmic movement of her head slowed immedaitely as her systems went offline. "Invaliiiiiiiiid..." Now motionless, she stared blankly up at the ceiling.

I lifted Sam up, and pushed her feet off the couch to bring her up to a sitting position. With that done, I picked up Meghan and put her down next to Sam. I felt a rush of adrenaline as my eyes took in the sight of the two inert gynoids staring absently across the room.

On a whim, I knelt down in front of Meghan and ran my hands up her perfectly-toned legs and under her denim skirt. Of course, she never would have allowed this if she were functioning correctly, which made it all the more arousing.

I leaned forward and, brushing away a lock of Meghan's silky hair, pushed my pinkie into her ear again.

There was another soft click, and Meghan blinked. I kept my hand by her head in case I needed to shut her down again in a hurry.

I heard a another click followed by two soft beeps, and Meghan spoke without emotion, "Meghan Series 9000. Serial number 4535497B-6. System initializing..."

Series 9000? The newest androids I had heard of were 6000 models.

"Cognitive malfunction detected at time......time.....time......" Meghan repeated the word with the same inflection and her head twitched slightly until I interrupted her.

Letting out a deep breath, I said, "Cancel," and then, "Command mode."

Meghan immediately fell silent, and then replied with, "Meghan persona program disabled. Entering command mode."

I let out a sigh of relief. Apparently, she was programmed with at least some of the same commands as her earlier siblings. She would stay in a wait state until given further instructions.

I side-stepped to Sam and reactivated her.

Click, beep-beep. "Samantha Series 9000. Serial number 3921194C-1. System initializing... Cognitive malfunction detected at time.....time.....time...."

"Cancel. Command mode."

"Samantha persona program disabled. Entering command mode."

My eyes lit up with delight. This was too good to be true. For a moment, I stood in silence. Although when I listened very hard, I could just barely make out a soft hum, which could only be the two android girls waiting in front of me.

"Sam," I said, "Remove Meghan's clothes."

Without hesitation, Sam rose to her feet and then bent down before Meghan. She took off Meghan's heels and then moved up to her waist to unzip her denim skirt.

Suddenly, Meghan spoke, "What are you doing, Sam?" she asked with detached curiosity.

I was shocked. Normally, robots in command mode don't initiate speech. Apparently, Meghan was designed for more interaction.

Sam, however, didn't reply. Instead, she continued to pull off Meghan's skirt, and then her brown pantyhose and lace underwear.

"Sam, this is inappropriate behavior. You must stop immediately," Meghan spoke in the same, detached tone. But she did not resist.

Sam rose and began pulling up Meghan's blouse. Meghan protested, "No, Sam. This is not-"

"Meghan," I commanded, "Assist Sam by removing your clothes."

Meghan fell silent and raised her arms to allow Sam to pull the blouse over her head. Then, Sam unhooked Meghan's bra and tossed it on the floor. When finished, Sam rose to attention, awaiting further orders. Meghan sat naked and motionless on the couch.

I allowed my eyes to feast over Meghan's body. Approaching her, I straddled her lap and fondled her full breasts. She did not react.

Smiling, I stood up, "Meghan, remove Sam's clothes."

Immediately, Meghan stood up and unzipped Sam's jeans. Sam continued to stand at attention, but spoke when Meghan had managed to pull down her jeans and panties to the ankles. "Meghan, what are you doing?"

Meghan ignored her and pulled Sam's shirt up over her head. "Meghan, stop. Your actions are not permitted."

"Meghan, lay Sam down on the sofa and then straddle her at the waist."

Meghan took Sam by the arm and pulled her to the sofa. Sam allowed herself to be led, stiffly. "Megan, what are you-"

In one motion, Meghan pushed Sam down onto the couch and then lifted her feet so she was lying on her back. Then, she mounted her, as instructed, and stared blankly ahead.

"Meghan, kiss Sam deeply."

Meghan leaned forward so she was on all fours hovering over Sam. Then she bent down, closed her eyes, and kissed Sam full on the lips. Sam's eyes widened and I could hear muffled protest, but Meghan ignored it and pressed her tongue inside Sam's mouth.

I knelt down beside the two androids on the couch and ran my mouth over the sides of their breasts, which were pressed close together as Meghan continued her kiss. With my tongue, I played with both girls' nipples, causing them to stiffen and become erect.

Feeling the pressure build in me, I rose and said. "Meghan, stop kissing Sam. Sam, fondle Meghan's breasts with one hand and masage her vagina with the other."

Sam did as she was told, eliciting a short gasp from Meghan. "Sam. Stop. I am not programmed for homosexual intercourse," Meghan's voice grew more urgent as Sam continued stroking her. "Sam, this action is forbidden.... this action is forbidden-"

"Meghan, fondle Sam's breasts with one hand and masage her vagina with the other."

Immediately, Meghan stopped protesting and obeyed the order.

I watched for a full thirty seconds as the two android girls stroked each other. At various times, each let out momentary gasps as their programming allowed.

Feeling as if I would burst soon, I unzipped my fly and pulled down my own jeans and boxers. Then, I climbed on top of Sam's legs, behind Meghan. Pulling her back toward me, I pushed my hard member into Meghan's ass. It felt warm and smooth against me. I put my arms around her and began stroking her tits.

As I caught their rhythm, I spoke between heavy breaths, "Sam, start persona program."

Sam delayed her movements for only a moment as her CPU processed the command, "Persona program starting..."

Meghan continued stroking Sam, and I continued to press myself into Meghan, when suddenly, I heard two short beeps and then: "What the hell's going on?!" Sam nearly screamed. "Meghan, get off me!"

Meghan ignored her rommate, staring vacantly ahead as she moved her hands and body over Sam's private parts.

"Meghan, stop!" Sam shouted, "Meg-meg-meg-meg-meg-" Then, something seemed to snap in her circuitry. Her head jerked to the right, "Error... I am not programmed for homosexual intimacy... Error..." Sam's voice began to rise in pitch and speed. "This unit is malfuctioning... malfunctioining...." I suddenly became aware of a crackling noise that was becoming louder. And then the smell of burning electronics, "Hello, my name is Samantha....Samantha....I am a Samantha 9000 series android...android...android..." Sam's voice rose to a fever pitch and I felt myself explose inside Meghan's behind.

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me as I rubbed against Meghan, who was still executing her programmed command despite Sam's program failure. Just then, a loud snap shook the three of us. I looked over Meghan's shoulder to see Sam's faceplate blow off her head, revealing smoking diodes and circuitry beneath. Sam's arms rocked stiffly up and down as her voice took on a clipped, digtized quality, "an-an-an-droid-droid-"

The sights and sounds heightened my climax even more, but I managed to whisper in Meghan's ear, "Meghan, start persona program."

The robot stopped for only a second while her CPU executed the instruction. "Persona program starting..."

I continued trusting inside Meghan when she came to life, "What's happening?!...Sam?" she said, looking down into the open face cavity of her malfunctioning friend.

I kept my grip around Meghan's chest as she tried to comprehend her surroundings. But apparently her persona software was not designed to deal with these circumstances. Unable to cope, her systems began to short-circuit. "I do not understand. I do not understand. What is happening? Can I get you some champagne?"

I rubbed myself cock around her ass and kissed the back of her neck hungrily. But Meghan's input sensors were too overloaded to make her aware of anything. "Matt, don't pay any attention to her. She likes to cause trouble...cause trouble... Cognitive malfunction...malfunction... Must reset....reset....reset....reset...."

My climax finally starting to subside, I loosened my grip and leaned back against the broken Sam's ankles. Meghan remained in place, her head twitching rhythmically. "Reset....reset....reset...."

Sighing and feeling pretty good. I leaned forward and stuck my pinkie in Meghan's right ear. "Reset....rrrrreessseeettt...." Meghan spun down like a wind-up toy and then fell silent.

I got up off the couch and took a long look at the female robots. Meghan sitting up straight like a statue. Sam, beneath her and in need of major repairs. Part of me was still amazed that they passed for human for so long. Hell, who was I kidding? I woild have never known their secret if it weren't for date bugs lurking in their software. Just goes to show humans never learn. Even engineers.

But who built them and why? What was their purpose? And how many other androids impersonating humans were walking around campus?

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Cheerleader

2016-09-23T20:10:38Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

"Many describe it as a kind of world-wide hallucination. Venture capitalists and others threw billions of dollars into companies that had little more going for them than the dot-com in their names..."

I tapped my pencil eraser impatiently against the desk as I glanced at the wall clock for the fourth time in ten minutes. In the front of the classroom, Mr. Ryans continued to drawl on about the Internet Boom of the 1990s in the relentless, raspy voice that drove me to want to scream that he should just suck down a damn cough drop and be done with it already. I didn't dwell on that thought now, though. Instead, focusing my attention on the main reason I wished this class had been over thirty minutes ago. In exactly ten seconds, the bell would ring, signaling the end of third period and the beginning of the morning break. I felt an anxious tingle as the second hand on the clock finished its final lap.

"...and the strategies-"

RINNNNNG! In one fluid motion, I swept up my books and marched toward the open door, trying unsuccessfully to hide my enthusiasm as I brushed past the frowning history teacher. I reached the hallway as streams of high school kids emerged from every direction. Without wasting any time, I dodged several obstacles --umm, people-- and made my way three doors down to the entrance of Miss Ling's English Lit class. Upon arriving, I turned to lean casually against a row of lockers. A steady stream of students began to spill out from the doorway.

Then, after a few seconds, she appeared, smiling and laughing as a friend walking beside her whispered something into her ear.

I felt my pulse quicken as I straightened up and took a step to meet her. "Hi Kelly,"

The girl slowed down and returned my greeting with a blush and a shy smile, "Hi Brian."

I leaned forward and gave Kelly a quick peck on the lips. Her blush deepened as she glanced around self-consciously at the kids nearby who took notice -- including her friend, who now grinned devilishly. "Ahh, I'll catch up with ya at the rally, Kel," she said as she started off.

"Okay, bye, Erin," Kelly called as she stared down at the books she carried in front of her.

I tried not to embarrass myself as my eyes quickly slid down my new girlfriend's body. She looked amazing. Thick, golden locks of blond hair fell lazily over her shoulders and framed a flawless light complexion and sky blue eyes. My stolen glance continued down to brush over Kelly's tight blue-and-gold cheerleading top, which did little to hide her pert chest and tight stomach. Below that, the striped cheerleading skirt ended well above Kelly's knees, revealing her smooth toned legs. For the first time in my life, I thanked God for cheesy pep rallies.

I sensed Kelly's eyes upon me and quickly moved my gaze up to meet hers. She wore a sly smirk to let me know she knew exactly what I was doing. Now it was my turn to blush, "Ahh, you look great," I managed.

"Thanks," she said.

"So are we still on for the movies tonight?"

Kelly absently brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen over her cheek and glanced over my shoulder. Even in the short time we had been dating, I recognized this habit as a sign that she was about to say something I wouldn't like. "Umm, yeah, about that... Brian, you know, I have to get up early tomorrow to get ready for the game..."

A pit formed in my stomach. "Yeah, well, we can go to an early show. Shouldn't be back any later than 10."

"But still... Maybe it would be better if we did it another night."

"Okay, how about Saturday night then?"

Kelly continued to avoid my eyes. "My dad's coming home from a business trip tomorrow. We're eating dinner out..."

I felt my jaw tighten. I knew when I was being duped. "What the hell, Kelly? We've been going out for a month now, but the biggest date we've ever been on has been watching TV at your house with your parents looming around!"

Kelly frowned. "Well, what do you want me to do, Brian? I told you my parents won't let me have a guy over when they're not home."

I held up my hands in surrender. "Just forget it. I'll see you at the game tomorrow."

"Brian, wait..." Kelly started, but it was too late. I turned around and headed down the hall to my next class.

I didn't get home from the pep rally until after six. Still frustrated, I hadn't looked for Kelly in the gym after the cheerleaders finished their routine. But now, as I drove down the street toward my house, a feeling of guilt started over me. It wasn't her fault she had to be on the football field so early tomorrow. And it isn't her idea that her parents won't let her be alone with a guy for more than two seconds. I thought about how she looked on the floor of the gym -- her body flexing in ways I could barely imagine and the tight uniform against her figure... And that settled it. Instead of turning into the driveway, I did a U-turn and headed back across town. I'd apologize. And maybe we could watch some TV.

Ten minutes later, my aging Ford turned into the long driveway that led to Kelly's house. The house stood a quarter mile from the street in the best part of town. I wasn't sure what her parents did, but they had to be pretty well off. As I approached, I could see Kelly's mom's car in the driveway. Her father was away on business this week, which was usually the case, according to Kelly.

I parked and walked up to the imposing front door, took a breath, and rang the doorbell. A half a minute passed, bringing no response. I frowned and took a step back to look at the windows in front of the house. Lights shown through most of them on the first floor and a couple of them were open to let in the mild September breeze. I stepped forward and was about to ring the bell again when I heard footsteps and saw a shadow through the curtains.

After another few seconds, a latch clicked and the door swung open, revealing Kelly's mom smiling out at me. "Hello Brian."

"Hello Mrs. Green," I said as I stared at her. Kelly's mom was every bit as sexy as her daughter. When I first met her a few weeks ago, I was convinced that she and Kelly were actually sisters. She didn't look a day over 25, and it was clear Kelly inherited all her good looks from her mom. I couldn't imagine how she could be old enough to have a teenage daughter. I felt my member harden slightly as I glanced at the tight jeans she wore.

"-know you were coming by tonight."

I quickly regained my focus as I realized she was talking to me. "What?"

"I said I didn't know you were coming by tonight," she repeated.

"Oh, well, neither did I. I mean, it wasn't really planned... Is Kelly here?"

Mrs. Green's smile faded slightly. "Sorry, Brian. She can't see anyone tonight. She's got a football game tomorrow and-"

"Could I just see her for a few minutes? We had an argument earlier and I just wanted to talk to her."

"No, Brian. Sorry. You can see her tomorrow at the game. She's not available now."

She started to close the door as I protested, "But-"

"No, not tonight. Goodnight."

And with that, she closed the door on my face.

I stood staring at the door, slightly stunned. What was that all about? Was Kelly really that pissed at me? Why couldn't I see her for just a few minutes? Frowning, I started back toward the car.

A minute later, I was pulling out onto the street, feeling confused and hurt. Kelly was obviously at home. If I could just talk to her...

Starting down the road, a thought occurred to me. Kelly's room was on the second floor in the rear of the house. I had never actually seen it, but Kelly told me once that a tree provided access to her window, and she had used it once to sneak out to a party. I wasn't sure I believed the part about the sneaking, but I wondered about the tree...

Thirty minutes later, I found myself lurking in the shadows around the side of Kelly's house. I'd parked the car down the road a bit, so it'd taken me a while to walk back. Now, as I crouched below the first floor windows on my way toward the backyard with its welcome darkness, I wondered if I'd gone crazy. What was this going to accomplish?

As I inched forward, I considered turning around and forgetting the whole thing. But then, I caught a glimpse of a tree in close proximity to the back of the house. Looking up, I spotted a solid branch crossing just below one of the second floor windows. The window was lit up, although a curtain on the lower half blocked my view. Still, this had to be it!

I felt adrenaline as I scampered through the dark backyard toward the tree. There was nothing but forest behind the Green's house, so no neighbors would see me.

I reached the trunk of the tree and paused just a moment to make sure no one was watching me through the other windows. Except for the one above, though, all windows on this side of the house were dark. Taking a deep breath, I began hoisting himself up and was surprised at how little effort it took, considering the powdered donuts I'd had for lunch. I moved quickly, afraid the sound of crackling branches would give me away.

After what felt like an eternity, I reached the thick branch that crossed about three feet in front of the second floor window. Crouched on the branch, I strained my neck to peer over the curtain into the room. ...And what I saw nearly caused me to fall like a dead weight back to the ground.

It was her bedroom alright. A long wooden dresser and mirror occupied the left-hand wall. On the right, a compact stereo unit sat precariously on top of a small bookcase. Posters of music groups and Haley Joel Osment (the latest teenage heartthrob) lined the walls. But it was what I saw on the far wall that made my breath catch in my throat. Next to the hallway door was Kelly's bed, and on top of it was Kelly. She sat up with her back to the wall, staring directly in my direction. Her head was tilted slightly to the right and her mouth stood slightly open. She wore nothing except her cheerleading skirt and socks. Her sweater and bra were removed, revealing her bare breasts, which were even fuller than I had imaged in my wettest dreams.

But this is not what held me transfixed. Above Kelly's breasts, I could see what my mind told me was a small, rectangular panel in her chest, about three or four square inches wide. Within it, I could make out what appeared to be a circuit board with several connectors mounted on it and wires criss-crossing over the top. Connected to the circuit board was a cable that left the open panel and ran across Kelly's chest to the back of a computer that sat on a desk next to the bed. Sitting at the desk, I could see Kelly's mom! Her back was to me, but I could tell she was typing something on the computer. Kelly sat motionless, propped up against the headboard.

My eyes were wide as I stared at the scene in disbelief. A moment later, a green light flashed next to the connector in her chest panel. I watched as Mrs. Green stood up and leaned over to disconnect the cable from her daughter. I knew I risked getting caught if she turned around, but I couldn't stop staring. After removing the cable, Mrs. Green picked up a tool from the desk that resembled a remote control and waved it in front of Kelly's chest. I watched as a flesh-colored patch of skin slid down from the top of the open panel and moved into place to cover it. The patch rose up so that it was flush with the rest of Kelly's skin, and in no time, I couldn't even see a seam where the panel had been. Meanwhile, Mrs. Green placed the tool back on the desk.

I gasped suddenly as Kelly's eyes blinked and her head straightened up. I gotta get outta here, I thought. Ducking below the curtain and heading toward the ground. my head was spinning, and yet, I was surprised to find myself extremely aroused. I was barely conscious of the fact that I reached the ground and started back toward the side of the house again. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

The next morning, I gazed down onto the football field from the stands, as the Woodland High cheerleaders started their half-time show. I'd arrived late, so I hadn't gotten to talk to Kelly yet -- not that I knew what I would say. What do you say when you've just found out your girlfriend is made of plastic and microchips?

Now, she appeared on the field with the other girls, smiling and chanting as they executed their routine. She caught my eye and her smile broadened. I smiled back and waved. She winked before spinning around for the next part of the cheer. I couldn't believe how human she looked as I watched her move in the tight outfit. I had heard of companies experimenting with robots for household chores and stuff, but nothing like this.

After the game, I walked down to the field to meet Kelly. She greeted me with a tentative smile. "Are you still mad?" she asked.

"What?" I said, not understanding.

"About yesterday. Our date?"

"Oh... No." I replied. "In fact, I came over last night to apologize."

Kelly looked at me quizzically, "You did?"

She didn't see me. She doesn't know that I know. I answered quickly, "Yeah. But your mom said you were busy. I figured you were mad at me."

"Oh," she paused. "Well, I'm glad you're not mad. Because actually," she smiled slyly, "I was gonna ask if you want to come over."

"Really?"

"Yeah. My mom is running errands all afternoon. We'll have the place to ourselves."

I was stunned. I hadn't realized Kelly had been programmed with a rebellious streak. "Okay. Cool." And with that, I helped her gather her things and we started off toward the parking lot.

Thirty minutes later, the two of us walked through the front door of Kelly's empty house. Kelly dropped her backpack on the sofa in the living room. I did the same as I followed her inside.

"Want something to drink?" Kelly asked.

"Umm... sure. What do you have?"

"Lemonade? Or soda?"

"Lemonade would be great. Thanks."

Kelly nodded and disappeared through a doorway toward the kitchen. I took a second to look around the living room. I'd been in here before, but now I searched for some hint of Kelly's secret, although I didn't know what. But to my disappointment, I found nothing out of the ordinary. It was just a regular living room, albeit big and expensively furnished.

Kelly returned carrying a glass of lemonade and handed it to me. I took a long sip and then set it down on a table. "You're not thirsty?" I asked, wondering if she ever drank anything.

"No," she said, "Just hungry." And with that, she threw her arms around me, kissing me passionately on the lips. I felt myself harden as I returned the kiss and started stroking her back, making my way down to her ass. Her moist tongue penetrated my lips, and I was amazed at how real she was to the touch. At the same time, I felt myself get harder as I remembered that my girlfriend is not a girl at all, but an incredibly sophisticated robot. A machine. I didn't know why she had been constructed or by whom, but at this moment, I didn't care.

Our lips parted, and Kelly wore a sultry smile as she whispered into my ear, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

"Sure," I grinned.

I followed Kelly up the stairs and down the hall to her room.

She entered, and put up her hands, "Well, here it is," she said as she spun around and sat on the bed, smiling up at me. I looked around, nodding appreciably, as if I had never seen it before. The computer now displayed an innocent looking login prompt. There was no sign of the cable I'd seen last night. And of course, there wasn't a half-naked android on the bed this time, but I hoped to change that soon.

Apparently, Kelly had similar plans. Eying me with a sly grin, she kicked off her shoes and laid back on top of the bed. I put down my drink and began walking over to the bed. As I reached the side, she held her feet out to block me, her face grinning playfully. I gasped in mocked astonishment, then pulled off her socks and began tickling her soles.

"Hey!" Kelly giggled as she squirmed away further onto the bed. I took the hint, kicked off my shoes, and climbed onto the bed, moving my hands up her legs to tickle her thighs. I was about to reach her skirt when she pulled me by the shirt toward her into another deep kiss.

The two of us rolled around on the bed, kissing and feeling each other. My hands stroked her body, and I tentatively began feeling her breasts over the sweater. Kelly laid back and closed her eyes, Her hand moved down to stroke my cock over my jeans, and she moaned softly.

"Mmmm. This feels good..." she breathed.

I kissed her neck and the top of her chest that was revealed by the sweater. Knowing her secret, I was amazed at the warmth and texture of her skin and could smell a faint hint of perfume on her neck. I wondered how fully functional she really was. And then my mind formed more questions. What was Kelly's power source? What would it be like if we were fooling around and her charge ran low or she experienced some kind of malfunction? Could she be reprogrammed? With each passing thought, my excitement grew as I contemplated the answers.

I was beginning to untuck her sweater when suddenly-

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"

Kelly and I nearly fell off the bed in shock as the angry voice of Kelly's mom ripped through the room.

"M-mrs. Green!" I stuttered.

"Mom! What are you doing here?" Kelly gasped.

"I live here. And so do you. But YOU don't," she shot back, pointing a finger at me. "You're in big trouble, buddy, and you have about 30 seconds to get out of here."

I sat up and began fumbling with my shoes as Kelly's mom continued, "I wonder what your parents would have to say about this. I think we need to have a conversation." And with that, she stormed out of the room.

"Mom, wait..." Kelly started, as she got up and followed her out.

Now alone and scared out of my wits, I continued to put on my shoes. My parents will kill me if they find out about this, I thought to myself. Then a thought occurred to me that made me stop for a second: She looks so much like her mom. Is it possible...

With the thought half-formed in my mind, I got up and peered out the door cautiously. I could hear Kelly and her mom arguing in a room down the hall. Without wasting any time, I ran to the other side of the bed and looked around on the surface of the computer desk. Not finding what I was searching for, I opened the top drawer. Immediately, I saw the remote control device from last night and snatched it up to have a look. On top, I found a single unlabeled button, and on the bottom, what looked like an infrared transmitter. I quickly shoved the device in my pocket and started toward the door. On instinct, I grabbed my glass of lemonade from the dresser.

I followed the sound of their voices to the master bedroom.

"I'm sorry," I heard Kelly say.

"Kelly, go back to your room. I'll deal with you later."

I walked through the door to see Mrs. Green punching buttons on a cordless phone receiver as Kelly watched from the doorway.

"I thought I told you to leave," she grumbled at me as she continued to dial.

I paused for a second, trying to decide if I should risk acting on my suspicion. Then, a fleeting thought crossed my mind: How does she even know my number? That clinched it. Without waiting any longer, I walked up to Kelly's mom, pulling the remote control out of my pocket as I approached. In a split second, I held the button and waved it across the woman's chest.

She backed away from me in surprise. And I felt a swell of terror build as...nothing happened!

"Brian, what are you doing?" I heard Kelly say behind me.

Just then, the sound of a click and the soft spin of a motor broke the awkward moment. Yes! I could see an indent forming on the part of Mrs. Green's chest that was not covered by the revealing green tank top she wore.

I had hoped this would turn her off. But instead, she looked down in astonishment as the indented patch of skin slid up to expose her internal circuitry. I could see a variety of different colored wires partially covering a circuit board and several flashing LEDs, similar to what I had seen in Kelly's open panel the night before.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "How did you..." I watched, transfixed, as Mrs. Green looked up. Her eyes bore into me. "You little shit." She dropped the phone and took a menacing step toward me, her hands reaching out to grab the control I still held out in front of me.

Impulsively. I raised the glass of lemonade in my other hand and flung the contents into the android woman's open panel. Kelly's mom jumped backward, but it was too late. She looked down to see the pink liquid stream into her body. Then, she looked up again, her eyes wild. "What have you DONE?!" she yelled as she started toward me again. "I am going tooooooooo-" The syllable stuck in her voice like a digital sound sample on rapid repeat. At that moment, I heard a high-pitched squeal followed by a pop and crackle, as Mrs. Green froze in her tracks and fell silent.

Letting out a breath, my mind took in the image of the android that stood before me. She looked like a snapshot picture, stopped in time. Her expression was still angry and her arms were suspended in front of her, hands grasping thin air. LEDs on her exposed circuits flashed frantically.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind me, "Unit malfunction detected. Initiate diagnostic and repair protocol." It was Kelly's voice, but it had taken on a decidedly unnatural flatness. I turned around to see my electronic girlfriend looking at her mother with an emotionless stare.

Without another word, Kelly began to remove her cheerleading sweater. I watched as she finished and pulled the sweater off over her head. "Kelly?" I asked. She didn't reply. Now wearing nothing but a lace bra on her top half,she started to walk purposefully over to her mom. I stepped out of the way to avoid getting run over. As she brushed past me, I could hear a miniature motor as her chest panel opened above the bra. She stopped directly beside her mom and reached into the disabled robot's chest cavity to pull out one end of a thick cable. With mechanical precision, she attached the free end to a connector on her own exposed circuit board. At that moment, I heard two identical beeps from each of the androids. Kelly suddenly stood at full attention, and her joints seemed to lock as she stared straight ahead.

"Processing," she said in a flat monotone, and I could hear a sequence of beeps emanating from both of them.

My cock was rock hard as I watched the scene unfold. I approached the two and put a tentative hand on Kelly's shoulder. She seemed entirely unaware of me, which only served to arouse me more. I looked into her crystal blue eyes, and with one hand, bushed away a stray lock of blond hair that had fallen over her cheek. She did not react at all. Encouraged, I reached around behind her back and unfastened the lace bra. It fell to the ground, revealing Kelly's firm, bare tits.

"Processing," she repeated, as she continued her blank stare.

Meanwhile, my eyes feasted on her breasts, which seemed even larger in person than they had last night through the window. I let my fingers trace their curves, cautiously at first. As I did, I watched her absent expression and grew more excited. My gaze shifted to Mrs. Green. Her eyes were fixed directly on me, but the same vacant stare convinced me that no awareness registered in her electronic brain, either. Clearly, they were both out of commission for the time being, I moved beside Kelly and cupped her right breast in my hand. It felt very warm and so natural! I leaned down and began kissing and licking her tits, stopping to suck on the pert, round nipples. As I did, I gazed inside Kelly's chest cavity at the rows of chips and integrated circuitry. Lights flashed as her internal systems processed whatever data she was receiving. But still, she remained oblivious to what was happening around her.

I walked around to her back and moved my hands down to her waist. Reaching around, I unzipped the top of her cheerleading skirt and pushed it down to her feet, along with lace panties she wore underneath. My eyes grew wide as I examined her tight, bare ass as she stood completely nude in front of me. I circled around and got down on my knees to examine her exposed sex. It looked so incredibly real, complete with blond pubic hair. I ran my fingers along the inside of her warm thighs and up into the hole. Hell, she was even wet! I pulled my fingers out and smelled a hint of something cherry.

Smiling, I stood up and took off my shirt and walked around to her back again. I pressed myself against her, feeling the warmth of her backside against my chest and jeans. My hand moved the locks of blond hair off her shoulder and I began kissing her neck and cheek as her body remained frozen. Then, I began to feel her up from behind, stroking her breasts and thighs, and finally reached around to massage her pussy. Yes, she is definitely fully equipped, I thought to myself.

Finally, I could wait no more. I quickly unzipped and pulled down my jeans and boxers as mother and daughter stood like statues before me. As I began to press my hard member into Kelly's ass, I suddenly heard a loud snap coming from Mrs. Green's exposed electronics. This was followed by a pop and sizzling noise -- but this time, it was coming from Kelly! Her body shuddered and her head jerked to the right. "Illegal instruction," she declared. Although this time, her speech seemed slightly higher pitched and more rapid. I hugged her from behind and held her to me, trusting deep inside. "Illegal instruction," she repeated, more urgently this time. Over her shoulder, I saw a brief flash of blue inside her chest circuitry.

At that moment, Kelly's mom suddenly returned to life, so to speak. She straightened up and began to walk away toward the door. "Repair complete," she said. But as she did, her head twitched oddly to the left. The cable connecting the two robots snapped off as Mrs. Green marched away. "All systems operating normally," she said. She reached the doorway, but apparently miscomputed the opening as her body slammed into the wall beside it. She took a step back, and then forward again, slamming into the same spot. After the second time, she stepped back and turned on her heels toward the bed. The visual reminded me of mechanical toy soldiers I had played with once as a kid. She began marching forward again toward the bed. "All systems operating normally," she repeated. She reached the bed, but that fact didn't seem to register in the malfunctioning android's mind. She tripped on the frame and fell face first onto the mattress. I continued to thrust inside Kelly as I watched her mom in an apparent meltdown. Mrs. Green's legs continued to move in a rhythmic walking motion as she lay face down on the sheets. I heard a thump as her heavy sandals hit the floor.

Meanwhile, Kelly was experiencing program glitches of her own. "Illegal instruction," she reported again. The sequence of beeps emanating from her did not stop when the connection to her mother was broken. Instead, it became faster.

"Brian -- what -- are you -- DOING -- to me?" she managed. Her voice was no longer flat, but it was increasingly high-pitched and rapid. As I held her and continued to thrust inside her, Kelly's arms began moving in an apparent attempt to push me away, but her hands succeeded only in brushing against my waist in stiff, uncoordinated movements as her circuits continued to sizzle. I continued to trust, aroused at the sight and sounds of my short-circuiting girlfriend.

"No. Stop." she said. "I am experiencing a malfunction... malfunction... malfunction..." Each time she said the word, her head twitched to the left. I felt myself nearing climax as my cock rubbed along the inside of her smooth ass.

"Brian -- you -- must stop!" Kelly said. I could now hear an endless series of popping and saw a light wisp of smoke rising from her exposed panel.

I thrusted harder and faster.

"System error. I am a teenage girl. I am not programmed for....programmed for.... programmed for... programmedfor.. programmedfor. . . . ."

I felt myself explode inside Kelly. As the waves of climax rippled through me, I could feel the artificial girl's body shuddering erratically in my grip. Over her shoulder, I saw sparks fly from her open chest in brilliant flashes of blue and white. Blond hair danced on her shoulders as the motors in her neck spasmed.

As the aftershocks of my release dulled, I felt the servos in Kelly's knees give way. Her head lolled to the side as she slumped to the carpet, rolling onto her back. Staring blankly up at the ceiling with her limbs twitching slightly, she continued to speak, but her voice dropped to an unnatural, slow baritone, "System shuuuut doooowwnnnn..." And then, she lay in a heap on the ground, motionless. I looked down at her, feeling more relaxed but wanting more.

In a moment, my mind began to focus on another sound in the room. I looked toward the bed and saw the backside of Kelly's mom. The soles of her bare feet continued to bob up and down. Obviously, she was still malfunctioning. I noticed with fascination how the tight blue jeans she wore hugged her legs and butt. Stepping over Kelly's inert form, I approached the bed and knelt down beside the robot.

I placed a hand on her ass and could swear I felt a mild vibration as the motors in her legs pumped. I then moved my hand up to her opposite shoulder and took hold, attempting to roll her over. It took more effort than I expected, but soon, I managed to pull her up enough so that momentum would do the rest. As she flipped over and I looked down. Her face was expressionless as her sky blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, legs still pumping. She looked like an adult-sized doll, stuck in an apparent program loop.

I bent down to examine the synthetic woman's open panel. I didn't know a lot about computers, but since I saw Kelly deactivated last night, I guessed there had to be a way to do that. As I examined the circuit boards and connectors inside her chest, my eye caught a small red button on one of them labeled 'Panic Reset'. "Well, this ought to do something," I said aloud, as I reached inside and pressed it.

Immediately, Mrs. Green's feet stopped moving and I heard two short beeps. I jerked my hand out as I noticed the panel suddenly start to close. The semi-constant pop and crackling sounds became muffled. I watched as her eyes closed for a second and then reopened. Then, they focused in on me and she smiled.

"Hey, you," she said, "I wasn't expecting you home this early."

"Huh?" I said.

The android didn't reply, but instead slid to the edge of the bed and stood up. She turned around to face me, still wearing a smile. "But I'm glad you're b-b-back," she said as her head twitched to the left momentarily. Then her smile turned to a pout as she studied me. "Hey, no fair! You're already undressed." And, with that, she lifted the tank top she was wearing over her head, revealing a cream satin bra beneath.

I watched in silent confusion until suddenly, it came to me. She thinks I'm her husband! A grin played around my lips.

She looked at me looking at her, and seemed slightly amused, "So are you just going to sit there?" she asked. I ignored the question and studied her instead. She looked like a woman barely old enough to be out of college. Of course, I reminded myself, it's because she not real. Her body was as smooth and full-figured as Kelly's. And she shared her light complexion and blond hair, although hers was pulled back in a casual ponytail. I could tell she was a different model than Kelly, but definitely based on the same design. "Mr. Green has it pretty good," I muttered to myself.

"What's that, hon?" she said, as she started to work on her bra.

"Nothing," I replied, "Let me help you with that... Tara." I hoped that was the right name. I thought I'd heard Mr. Green call her that once.

I moved to the edge of the bed and stood up in front of her. I kissed her full on the lips as my hands reached around her back to unfasten the bra. She kissed back and put her arms around my neck. The bra fell to the floor and I could feel her warm breasts pressed up against my chest. I pulled back and began kissing her neck, making my way down her bare chest.

Tara closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Ohhh, Paul. I want you," she breathed. Her fingers moved down to stroke my hard cock. Then she took a step back and unzipped her own jeans. She pulled the jeans and satin panties down, stepping out of them.

I let my eyes run over her naked body as she stood up again. Tara smiled and put her hands out, gently pushing me back toward the bed. I took the hint and laid down on my back. Tara knelt on the bed and began to crawl toward me, when suddenly I heard a snap and the android woman froze on all fours.

"Aw, shit," I muttered to myself as I sat up. Tara continued to wear her programmed smile as she stared off into space. "There has to be a reset switch somewhere external." Although, in truth, I felt excited by the system failures she was suffering. I ran my hands all over her body, along the inside of her thighs and sex, but felt nothing that one wouldn't feel on a twentysomething human woman.

I leaned off the bed and grabbed the remote control on the carpet next to the deactivated Kelly. Returning with it, I crawled around to Tara's legs and spread them apart. Turning onto my back, I slid between her legs, past her stomach, so that her firm breasts hung down in my face. I felt like a mechanic inspecting the undercarriage of a car, and chuckled at the thought as I explored the artificial woman's tits with my mouth. I was about to wave the remote control in front of her chest again, when she suddenly started moving on her own.

She sat back on my legs and looked down at me. I was surprised (and thankful) to find that she didn't weigh as much as she seemed to when I turned her over. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"You froze up. I was...uhh...trying to reset you."

"There's nothing wrong with me. I am functioning perfectly." Then, her smile returned. "Kiss me, Paul." And she leaned down into me for a deep kiss, her warm breasts pressing against me. I explored her mouth with my tongue, feeling the inside of her cheek. It felt so natural! As she balanced on one hand, the other moved down to rub my cock. I left her mouth and began kissing her neck. Her eyes closed and she moaned as I massaged the inside of her pussy with one free hand, returning the favor.

Seconds later, she straightened her legs and I felt her steer my penis into her hole. It was warm and wet and snug inside, and felt so good. I trust up into her and she let out a short gasp as her back arched. I felt myself go deeper inside her. Tara's leg motors began to pump as I thrust inside her. "Oh Paul," she moaned. "I am so hot."

I continued to thrust inside her, faster. My fingers hugged her ass as I pulled her in deep. Then, a pop as her head jerked to the right. Her eyes opened and she stared at the wall above me. "Oh Paul. I am so hot," she repeated with the same intonation. Inside her, I could hear what sounded like the head of a hard disk drive, seeking across the surface of a disk, followed by the sound of a spring bending. Her legs continued to flex mechanically, but her face suggested another serious glitch in her computerized brain.

"No, Brian. Sorry. You can see her tomorrow at the game. She's not available now.... available now.... available now..." I stared at Tara's tits as they bobbed up and down in front of me. She continued to stare blankly at the wall as her synthetic voice formed the words she had said to me at the door last night. Suddenly, in a warn gush, I came inside her as her legs continued to pump faster. I felt the waves of climax wash over me as I watched the malfunctioning android's systems crash.

"Okay, that's enough," I breathed.

"...available now... available now..."

I let out an involuntary moan as the stimulation got to be too much. Impulsively, I pushed hard on Tara's shoulders, sending her reeling over the side of the bed. A loud bang rocked the bedroom as her head struck an oak end table next to the headboard. This was followed by a continuous crackling sound.

"Oops." I rolled over on my side to see what had happened. Kelly's mom lay slumped against the end table. Her head had partially snapped off at the neck, and now hung awkwardly to the side, suspended by coils of exposed wires. The crackling was coming from arcs of blue electricity that sparked and played inside her neck cavity. Her hands and feet pressed against the empty air in front of her as if she were still riding me. I could hear bits of vowels and consonants coming from her open mouth, random sound samples with no meaning.

As the crackling began to subside, her movements became slower, until eventually, her arms went limp to her sides. Her legs gave up, too, as her feet sagged to the group and then slipped on the carpet until her legs extended lazily in front of her. Seeing her reminded me of a child's broken toy... a child with very adult tastes and experiences.

I rolled over again on my back, trying to catch my breath. In a few minutes, I would have to worry about what I was going to do with two broken androids. But for right now, tired and thirsty, I wondered if there was any lemonade left in the fridge.
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Aquaphobia

2016-09-23T20:10:11Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

Brad walked in from the kitchen carrying a can of Coke. He smiled as he leapt over the sofa with it, landing next to Keri. "Pretty impressive," she chuckled, "You only spilled a little on your crotch."

"Aw, damn," Brad said in mock irritation, "Guess I'll just have to take them off!"

"Yeah, right," Keri laughed, and continued thumbing through the issue of Sports Illustrated she'd picked up off the coffee table.

Brad tried to hide his disappointment at her reaction. "So how did you convince the 'rents to let you come over today? Don't they freak out if my parents aren't around?"

"Both of them work during the day, same as yours. I guess I just forgot to mention it to them." Keri grinned in that impish way that turned Brad on.

"Wow, I had no idea you were such a rebel," he said. And he meant it. In the three weeks since they'd started going out, Brad and Keri hadn't been alone more than a couple of hours. Her parents were pretty strict, so she had an early curfew--much to Brad's dismay. But now, school was out for the summer, and Brad was hoping to take their relationship to the next level.

In short, Brad was infatuated with Keri. She shared his off-beat sense of humor and they both played varsity tennis at school. And man, she was hot! A firm bust complemented her slim figure under a light green tank top and tight jean shorts today. Below that, tanned, perfectly shaped legs told the tale of countless aerobics classes, Brad imagined. He could feel a tingle in his Coke stained crotch as he glanced down and ran his eyes over their smooth surfaces. Before and after they started dating, Brad fantasized often about how she must look under those shorts. Her long, golden-blond hair played around her shoulders, and framed a perfect complexion and dazzling blue eyes. She had a teasing smile that made it look as though she were always up to something. It drove Brad crazy with desire.

"So what do you wanna do now?" he asked.

Keri put the magazine down, "Ummm... I dunno. Wanna watch TV?"

"Nah, there's nothing good on now. Let's go outside to the pool."

Keri seemed to ponder this for a moment, "No, I don't really want to."

"Aw, c'mon. It's, like, 90 degrees in here. It's a lot cooler in the pool."

"No. I didn't even bring a bathing suit. Besides, I can't swim."

"Really?" Brad asked, surprised. "How can you live in California and not know how to swim??"

"I just never learned, all right? I don't like water."

"Okay, okay. It's no big deal. Why don't we just hang out by the pool and relax."

After a second, Keri stopped looking annoyed. "Yeah, okay, I guess. Sorry. I just get a little weird about water for some reason."

"No prob. I might take a dip, though, if you don't mind."

"Sure."

A minute later, they were in Brad's backyard. It was quiet out by the pool, as most of Brad's neighbors must have been at work or off doing fun summer things away from home. The pool was a large, in-ground unit that had just been installed two years ago. A couple of beach balls, an inflatable lobster, and two king-sized inner tubes lined the walkway surrounding it.

"I'm just gonna sit down here by the shallow end," Keri said as she walked around to the right side.

"Yup." Brad watched as she took off her shoes and socks and sat down in one of the huge inner tubes. She stretched her body over the top of it, apparently looking to catch some rays. Brad chuckled. It looked funny and very sexy at the same time. Keri peeked over with a smirk, and then returned to basking in the sun.

Brad took off his T-shirt and sandals and dove into the cool water. It was refreshing, as it had been unseasonably warm for this early time of the summer. He kicked around a bit, and then swam over to the area of the pool where she was laying. "Sure you don't want to come in? The water's perfect!"

"No, thanks," she said off-handedly as she stared up into the clouds above. "Sitting here is just fine with me."

Brad frowned, disappointed. He looked at her feet dangling above the surface of the water in front of him, and a devilish grin began to spread across his face. It's just the shallow end, he thought to himself, what harm would it cause?

Suddenly, he grabbed an ankle in each hand. Keri's head shot up in surprise, "Wha-?!" In the blink of an eye, he pulled her off the tube and into the water with him. SPLASH! Keri's entire body and head went under the water. Brad let go and started laughing as Keri came back to the surface. "Haha! You should've seen yourself!" he said between guffaws.

Keri didn't say a word. Like lightning, she moved to the edge of the pool and hoisted herself up out of the water. Only afterwards did she turn to face Brad. And the look on her face caused Brad to stop laughing instantly. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!" she yelled, livid.

Brad tried not to smile, "I'm sorry! It was just so tempting. We were in the shallow end. You can't possibly drown there-"

"I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO GET WET, YOU ASSHOLE!" She stormed toward the patio table and grabbed the towel that was folded there.

"What do you mean? Look, I'm really sorry." Brad got out of the pool and began walking toward her. Keri didn't seem to notice, as she feverishly dried herself off with the towel. Her clothes were still soaked. "Leave me alone," she muttered.

Brad put his hand on her shoulder. "I know that was stupid. I was just kidding around." Keri shook off his hand and continued drying. Brad turned to the door, "Come inside. I'll lend you some sweat pants and a shirt to change into."

Keri looked up, still angry. She threw the towel at him without speaking. Brad used it to dry himself a bit and then led her back inside.

They entered the living room. Brad ran ahead to his bedroom and got a pair of clean boxers, shorts, and a T-shirt for Keri to wear. He came back to find her brushing her hair with a brush from her bag. She stopped when she saw him, and snatched the clothes from his hands. "I need to use your bathroom," she grumbled.

"Sure, through there," Brad said, pointing to a door down the hall.

"And then I want you to drive me home."

"Aw, c'mon, Keri. I-"

But it was pointless. Keri pushed past him to the bathroom door and slammed it closed. He heard the lock click into place. He slumped onto the sofa and switched on the TV, frustrated at his own stupidity.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Brad eyed the bathroom door curiously. "Keri?" he called, "Do you need anything else?" There was no answer.

After another minute, Brad got up and walked to the door. He knocked gently, "Keri? Is everything all right?" Still no answer. Brad sighed, and was about to walk away when he noticed a sound coming from the other side of the door. He paused and listened more closely. It was Keri. She was talking to someone in a quiet voice, and he thought he could hear some kind of ticking or chirping. He knocked again, more loudly. "Keri? Who are you talking to?" He could still hear her, but couldn't make out the words. She clearly wasn't addressing him. Brad began to get worried.

"Keri, let me know you're all right or I'm going to come in." He waited another ten seconds and still got no answer. Brad went to the bedroom to get his ATM card. He returned and started wedging it in the door crack. "Keri, I'm coming in, okay?" he said, and didn't hear any complaint from the other side.

In a couple of minutes, he had tricked the lock, and the door came open. When it did, Brad couldn't believe his eyes. Keri stood there, completely naked. Her breasts stood out, large and firm. One arm rested by her side, the other held out his boxer shorts, as though she were preparing to put them on, but the arm was completely stiff, not moving. She was staring at herself in the mirror above the sink. "What are you-" Brad began to say, but Keri was speaking.

"Hello, my name is Keri..." Her head turned to the left, then there was a click and her head snapped back to staring straight ahead. "Hello, my name is Keri..." she repeated.

"What's the matter with you?" Brad asked.

Keri only replied with the same rhythmic movement of her head. "Hello, my name is Keri..." Click! "Hello, my name is Keri..." Brad reached out and touched her arm. Immediately, Keri stood still. Her eyes blinked. After a moment, she turned to face him. "Hi Brad," she said with a smile.

"Uhh...hi. What's the matter? What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she replied, still smiling. "I'm fine. Do you want to go to your bedroom now?"

"Huh? I- I guess," Brad stammered, "You're not mad?"

"Great," Keri said, apparently not hearing his question. She strode past him and walked down the hall to his bedroom. Brad followed behind in disbelief. He stared at her firm ass as she walked ahead of him. Keri didn't seem to notice this.

When they got into the bedroom, Keri turned to face him. Something was wrong. She had a blank stare on her face, although she was still smiling. "Take off your clothes," she said.

"W-why?" Brad asked.

"Take off your clothes," Keri repeated. Brad started to comply. Far be it for me to piss her off again now, he thought. Besides, this might be fun. "Take off your clothes," Keri said again.

"I am," Brad said, still not understanding.

When he was done, he stood up to face her. She immediately walked to him and put her arms around him. Then she began kissing him, deeply. Brad did not resist. They made their way to the bed and she fell on top of him. He was very aroused. He began to caress her firm buttocks and kiss her breasts. She reached down and began stroking his penis, already hot and hard. After a moment, she moved it into her moist vagina. Brad felt a wave of pleasure as he slipped inside her.

She gasped as he began to thrust. Then, Brad heard the strangest thing. It sounded like a pop followed by a brief sizzling sound--coming from inside Keri's chest! Keri stopped moving and her eyes opened. She seemed to forget where she was, "Hello, my n-name is K-Keri..." she stammered.

"I know who you are. What's wrong?" Brad said.

"Nothing. I'm fine," Keri said. Her face was a blank slate. Brad continued to thrust inside of her. "I'm fine," she repeated. "I'm fine...I'm fine... ...Malfunction at 0FEE3235...malfunction at 0FEE3235..."

"What the hell?" Brad said, but he was beginning to understand. And he felt his excitement grow.

"Malfunction. I am not programmed to engage in this activity. I am not programmed to engage in this activity....in this activity...in this activity..."

"Holy shit. You're a robot!" Brad gasped.

"...in this activity...in this activity ...Error...error...error..." Keri's voice seemed to increase in pitch and she spoke faster. Her body moved up and down faster, as if caught in a program loop.

"I-am-malfunctioing...Please-contact-my-parents-for-assistance. Does-not-compute...does-not-compute." She was speaking in a monotone now. And at that moment, a panel above her breasts opened automatically. Brad looked inside his girlfriend's chest and could see circuit boards and wires everywhere. But Keri's systems were obviously shorting out, as he could see blue sparks fly about and lights flashing wildly. Keri still had a blank expression on her face as she repeated herself over and over, "does-not-compute...."

Brad came. And as he did, another circuit shorted out in Keri's visible inner chest. He could hear her starting to run down. Her voice became slower and deeper. "Malfunction...my name is Kerrrri...I ammmm annnn annndroid....I ammm annn annndroid-" Finally, she collapsed on top of him, motionless.

Brad pulled himself out of her, wondering how he could repair her before his parents got home...

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Electrostatic

2016-09-23T20:02:24Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

Vanilla robosmut.

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Jake's car slowed at the intersection, the flashing red traffic light another symptom of the passing thunderstorm. The campus parkway was largely deserted, Jake guessed due to a combination of the unusual storm and summer break. Easing off the brake after his cursory 'stop', he wondered whether the power would be off in his 'student slum' apartment building.

''No big deal if it's out'', he thought, ''I'' need ''to get out tonight, try and get my mind off Carol''...

Thoughts of his ex were driven from his mind when something darted in front of his car. He stomped on the brake, slamming forward into his seat-belt then immediately back again into his seat. Looking up from the wheel he saw a girl, badly startled, glaring at him from the crosswalk. He didn't know if the fact she was shockingly hot made the situation better or worse.

She wore a black exercise outfit that hugged her curves enticingly, cut high on her cream-colored thighs and low over her glistening cleavage. Her rust-red hair was a mass of unruly curls, many of the locks having escaped the scrunchie that pulled them back into a messy pony-tail. Her emerald eyes were wide in shock, and he suddenly realized he knew her: Jenny Perkins from his Freshman English Lit class, two years ago. He remembered her as pretty, but here... ''Jesus Christ'' she was incredible.

She recovered from the initial shock of nearly being hit and Jake was not surprised that her face retained its beauty even as her expression darkened. She mouthed what he took to be a string of obscenities while pointing angrily at the traffic light. Jake made a few gestures to indicate he was sorry and an idiot, but either it wasn't coming across or she simply didn't care, and he fumbled with the driver's-side window.

His apology caught in his throat as she turned to jog off, the glorious twin-halves of her perfect ass momentarily silencing his every thought.

"Jenny!" he finally called as she reached the sidewalk. "Hey, I'm-"

There was a blinding light and ear-splitting boom that seemed more physical force than sound. Dazed, he stared up, thinking for one brief second that his car had exploded, and he was now dead. Given half-a-moment to reconsider (since both him and his car seemed to be intact) Jake slowly accepted the more likely scenario that his car had been struck by lightning. As he tried to remember what you should do in such a situation (or even if he had ever known), he glanced over to see Jenny staggering drunkenly on the sidewalk. He flung his door open and ran to her, reaching her just as she reeled backwards and fell.

He caught her in his arms, immediately receiving a teeth-rattling, body-numbing jolt of electricity. ''Oh God, did '' she ''get hit?'' he wondered, bracing her while he reached for his cell to call an ambulance.

"Jake... right?" Jenny mumbled, looking up at him with a dreamlike expression on her freckled face.

"Yeah... from Lit 101," he responded with what he hoped was an encouraging smile, pulling his cell from his pocket. Neither tapping, pressing, nor mashing the power button made no difference - the screen stayed dark.

Jenny gave a slight moan, watching him frantically working his phone. "Who ya' trying to call, Jake?"

"Trying to call you an ambulance... I'm pretty sure you just-"

Her eyes widened, suddenly alert, and she grabbed his head. "No hospitals!"

"Jenny, you need to see a doctor-"

"No! Hospitals!" she practically shouted, and Jake wondered at the panic he saw in her eyes.

"Look-"

She suddenly calmed, an easy smile replacing her former intensity as her hands slipped from him. "Just... take me home. My dad's a doctor, he'll know what to do."

Jake pocketed his dead phone and helped her back to his car, embarrassed at the piles of student newspapers, empty coffee cups, and food wrappers littering the interior. "Thanks for this," she said earnestly, apparently heedless of the mess surrounding her.

"Been meaning to... clean this out," he muttered, getting behind the wheel. "You know, I'd feel a lot better if we could just-"

"Dad teaches at the U, our home's pretty close by. Just go straight." She fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, her body glistening with perspiration. She then gave him a wry smile and added, "And be sure to come to a complete stop at any red lights."

"Sure," he said, chagrined. At the next stop he asked, "So do you feel OK?"

"Right as rain!"

Jake watched her alternating between drowsiness and manic-alertness with concern. "Jenny, we really should get you-"

"TURN HERE!" she shouted, pointing to the right.

"Into the sidewalk!"

"Huh?" she asked, staring out the window. "Is the next street Aspen?"

"No, Poplar."

"Close enough - turn there!"

He looked at her skeptically, but did as she instructed. "What kind of doctor is your dad?" he asked.

"He's got a P.H.D in robo-ology," she said happily. "There!" she cried, almost climbing over him to point out his window.

He looked over to see an enormous residence, the gated entrance open.

"''Here''?"

"323 Aspen Street!" she said with a trace of annoyance, pointing at the matching numbers by the gate.

"But we're on Poplar...."

"Cottonwood!" she said with enthusiasm. After she provided no further clarification, he pulled into the drive.

She slipped out of the car and walked unsteadily toward the front door as Jake caught up with her. "Looks like nobody's home," Jake said, noting the lack of light from any of the residence's many windows. "You sure we shouldn't-"

Jenny confidently pushed open the front door, clicking a light switch. Nothing. "Usually the lights come on when I do that..." she muttered.

"Mr. Perkins?" Jake called as Jenny headed for the stairs. Silence.

Jenny turned to look at him from the interior gloom, and her eyes were flickering erratically with a soft green glow. ''That has to be some trick of the light'', Jake thought as her expression turned to annoyance. "You coming or what?"

"Sure," Jake said, hurrying to steady her as she began to stumble again. She felt surprisingly warm to him, but there was no perspiration. He glanced down her top to see her formerly drenched cleavage was now bone-dry. Upstairs, a few surviving lights illuminated the hall, and could also faintly hear a woman's voice from the other direction.

"...don't know, she said she'd just be out for a jog. Yes, I ''tried'' calling her, but she didn't answer. She already knows we're going out tonight-"

"Is that your mom?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jenny said, completely disinterested.

At the end of the hall she opened a door to an incredibly eclectic bedroom. Posters of a seemingly random assortment of artworks, bands, and movies covered the walls, while her shelves were lined with what looked to be trophies, stuffed animals, computer parts, musical instruments, weights, plants, and an aquarium. In one corner stood a mannequin draped in a half-finished, pin-riddled dress, standing next to a worn punching bag, and a haphazard stack of schoolbooks, apparently dating back to freshman year. Jenny slipped from Jake's hands and staggered to the bed, collapsing on to it face-first with a heavy sigh.

"What a day!" she groaned, her voice muffled by her pillows as she pulled the scrunchie from her hair and flung it across the room. Jake once again found himself dumbstruck while admiring the perfect roundness of her rump, her tight shorts exhibiting it in perfect detail, when she rolled to flop on to her back. "Boy, do I need a shower!" she said, smiling at him in a way that made the blood rush from his head.

If Jake thought for a second she was in her right state of mind, he would be helping her with ''whatever'' she needed in that regard; but something was clearly wrong, and if she wasn't going to listen to him about getting help, maybe her mother could convince her.

"Hold... hold that thought," he said, reluctantly backing out of the room. "We'll want to get your dad to take a look before you end up... uh... slipping and hurting yourself in the shower or something."

She gave him a smile that told just how little she thought of his concerns and said, "I'm willing to wait..." Her fingers lazily ran over her bust, her nipple stiffening through her sport top, then traced a line along the underside of her skin-tight shorts before venturing inward. "But not ''too'' long..."

Jake tried to think of something to say but ended up leaving the room without a word. Making his way back down the hall, he heard her mother's voice again. "Hi, Mark. Did you already make reservations? OK..."

"Mrs. Perkins?" he called quietly.

"You haven't? Well... I don't know, she said she'd just be out for a jog. Yes, I ''tried'' calling her..."

It wasn't just that the words were the same ones he head heard her say from before - even the tone was identical. Pausing to listen, he heard her conversation 'loop' again: "Hi, Mark. Did you make reservations?"

He cautiously approached the door and peered inside; to the side of a darkened bedroom sat Mrs. Perkins at a lit vanity, cell phone pressed to her ear.

Though her back was to him, he caught sight of her face in the reflection - her resemblance to Jenny was startling, the same emerald eyes, fair skin, and dusting of freckles, though her red hair was a deep auburn, brushed into a luxurious wave. Even more remarkable was that, although she did appear older, he found it difficult to believe she was could be Jenny's biological mother. ''Gotta be surgery'', Jake thought, still trying to determine why she repeating the same conversation.

She appeared to be dressed for a night on the town, a silver necklace plunging to meet her cleavage, earnings sparkling against the backdrop of her lustrous hair, her black, strapless dress fitted to show off her stunning figure (a touch more curvy than her daughters). Her face was immaculately made up and her phone was held delicately in fingers tipped with pristinely painted nails. A black cord ran from her back and into a socket that was blackened with scorch marks beside the vanity.

It took a moment for the last detail to register with Jake. He did a double-take, and noticed that between her shoulder blades was what appeared to be a computer port. Jake stumbled backwards, bumping into the door with a thud.

"Yes, I ''tried'' calling-" she froze mid-sentence, her head slowly turning at the sound of the disturbance

Jake rushed out the door and down the hall, back to Jenny's room. He found Jenny facing away from him in, dressed in a cherry red bikini. She gave a slight hop while pulling the bottom snugly between her round cheeks. "Jake!" she exclaimed, looking behind her at his sudden arrival, her wild rust-colored curls draping over her shoulder. "Let's go for a swim!" On the small of her back was an open port, glowing from some internal red light.

"Probably not a good idea," he said, walking to her cautiously. "Jenny, I think we need to talk-"

"Lastoneinsarottenegg!" she cried with child-like enthusiasm and pushed through her balcony doors, springing over the railing. Jake rushed after to see her splash into a pool elaborately themed as a tropical lagoon. Uncertain precisely what he was doing, he took a step forward and jumped, crashing into the water beside her.

He swam to the surface and found her laughing with glee, her eyes flickering again with emerald light. Suddenly there was a loud electrical ''<pop>'' and smoke began to rise from her ears. "Well, that's not good..." she snickered, still smiling. Jake pulled her to the shallow end and up a set of stairs leading out of the pool. He tried to get her to a patio chair, but Jenny flung herself toward a small bubbling pond that fed into the pool. Landing with a splash on her hands and knees, Jake saw that it was only about a foot deep.

She laughed again, and he saw a red light throbbing beneath her pale skin at her neck, two additional lights from her pert derriere like strobing taillights. "Swimming was a really bad idea!" she stated, her cheerful tone at odds with the statement. She shuddered as her head ratcheted unsteadily to look behind her. "Jake, can you g-g-give me a hand?"

He stepped into the pool and bent down to pick her up. "No," she said with an admonishing giggle. "I n-n-need you to ''fuck'' me..."

Jake had been alarmed to learn she was a robot, equally alarmed at the realization that such a thing was even possible, and was still concerned that something was very wrong with her - but all of that was put aside the instant she ran a hand over her smooth, wet, backside and gave a pouty, "Jake, ''please?''"

With boundless enthusiasm, Jake tore off his soaking wet work clothes and leaped into the shallow pond with her, a third light joining her 'taillights' to illuminate her sex beneath the wet red thong. He pulled the flimsy garment from her ass as she gave a shuddering gasp, and plunged his cock into her glowing pussy. "Oh, ''fuck''," she groaned lustily, as the throbbing lights in the pale plushness of her ass became bright pinpricks, and she slammed herself into his hips, pushing him deeper inside of her as she forced herself harder against him. "F-f-fuuuuck!" she squeaked in a high-pitched voice, her body radiating heat as she trembled in the shallow pool, her head bowing forward as she tried to force him still further inside of her, her pussy suddenly gushing with warm fluid as her body was covered in evenly distributed beads of sweat.

"I-i-is this your new f-f-friend?" her mother's voice asked pleasantly. Jenny and Jake looked up to see Mrs. Perkins standing at the edge of the pond in her black evening dress, eerily lit by the pool’s lighting. Jake saw that she still trailed the black cable from her back.

"Moooom!" Jenny protested as Jake froze, his hands still on Jenny's trembling hips. "C-c-can't we have some privacyyyyyy''<pop>''?" Her voice ended with her head twitching to the side, smoke now listing from her mouth.

"I'm Jenny's mother, D-D-Diana," she said with a smile, bending over and reaching out her hand. Jake took it uncertainly, still embedded in her protesting daughter. "Um... Jake."

She shook his hand. "Jake! Well, I'll let you t-t-two get back to it!" She stood rigidly and then looked at him with a sudden enthusiasm. "Oh! Would you both like some c-c-cookies?"

Jenny gave a frustrated moan and began to haltingly pump Jake, while her 'mother' announced, "C-c-cookies!" and spun on the toe of her stiletto heels, walking back to the house with a sensual sway as she inexplicably pulled down her evening dress. She tried to kick it aside, only to have it catch on her cord. Beneath she wore lacy v-shaped panties and garters above a pair of stockings that made her pale legs a sheer, dusky brown. Jake was not surprised to see she had a backside to rival that of her 'daughter', if a bit more substantial.

His full attention returned to Jenny when something popped inside of her and she began to move with much greater fervor. Jake initially matched her speed to her apparent delight, but she soon outpaced him, her full breasts jostling loose from their swim top, bouncing wildly as she unrelentingly hammered her hips against his. Moisture misted off of her as she grew hotter, her 'taillights' shimmering as she began to cry out in ecstasy and Jake could bear it no longer. His voice mixed with hers as he came, his hands tightening on her soft derriere while she shuddered and squealed, fluid rushing from her glowing sex. As he began to recover from the dizzying climax, she warned, "B-b-better get out, Jake!"

She had become painfully warm, and he pulled out of her and scrambled from the pond. Her smoke and warning lights made no sign of abating, and she moaned lustily and spread her legs, dunking her steaming hips into the shallow water. She looked up with her glowing emerald eyes staring, and exclaimed "N-n-not good!" A sizzling sound emitted from her as electricity suddenly coursed over the surface of the water. Jenny twitched and moaned first in nervous anticipation and then orgasmic pleasure as lights flashed across her pale body, her head thrashing as her wet red tangles whipped in the air. Immediately following an electrical bang and a final gasp, she collapsed with a splash, floating face-down in the small pool.

Heedless of the electrical hazard she posed, Jake grabbed her and pulled her from the pond, rolling her on to her back to find her face frozen in a silent cry of unbridled pleasure. Taking her in his arms, he made his way back to her house.

Beyond the sun room leading in from the back yard, Diana stood wearing a white apron over her dark undergarments, pouring some flour into a bowl of unmixed ingredients. "Did you two have fun?" she asked suggestively, holding an electric mixer in the bowl and turning it on - the mixer did nothing. As Jake searched the room, she pointed to a leather chaise in an adjoining sitting room. "Just set here there, Mark will have a look when he g-g-gets home!" He laid Jenny down and saw her 'mother' humming merrily to herself as she swung open the oven and set the bowl of ingredients directly inside, closing it and tapping ineffectually at the appliance's non-functioning controls.

"What time does Mark get back?"

"Oh, he won't be home for ''hours''," she said quietly, taking a plate of pre-baked cookies from the counter and walking toward him with a sultry smile, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. "They're best fresh," she said in an apologetic tone while offering him the plate, "but why not have a t-t-taste while we wait?"

Jake took one of the cookies from the plate and asked, "Mrs. Perkins?"

"Call me Diana," she said, setting the plate aside.

"Diana... who built you?"

She ignored the question and stepped closer. "How are they?" she asked, her hands smoothing the apron over her well-proportioned chest.

Jake took a small bite - it just seemed to be a plain sugar cookie, but it was surprisingly delicious. "Wow, these are..."

She smiled and backed away, reclining on a white sofa. "They're even better…" - her hands slipped under her apron and hooked over her panties, sliding them down over her stockings - "…with frosting." Jake hesitated for only a moment before kneeling on the carpeted floor in front of her, lifting her apron as she leaned back in anticipation. He saw a red light flare from inside her quivering sex as he drew nearer. "G-g-gentle..." she whispered, and his tongue teased her labia as she gave a high-pitched gasp. Probing past her folds, he pressed into her and her gartered thighs tightened around his head as she squealed in pleasure. "B-b-better with f-f-frostinnnnnng..." she droned as her sex flowed - she tasted sweet, almost cloying, and was soon eagerly pushed his head from behind as her creamy thighs clenched tighter around him. Jake slide his hands beneath and gripped her posterior, massaging the soft flesh and marveling at how ''real'' she felt.

And electrical ''pop'' sounded and she gave a startled gasp just before a deluge of sweet, sticky fluid rushed from her sex. Jake pulled back, sputtering, as she writhed on the sofa. "Do you w-w-want something to wash it all d-d-down?" she moaned, shrugging off the straps of the apron and producing a round, ripe breast from one of the cups of her black-silk bra, a red light throbbing from within both it and its twin.

Without waiting for a response, she straddled Jake on the soft carpet and slipped her still-coursing sex over his cock with a sigh, closing her eyes as he bent over him, her hand guiding her heavy breast to his lips. He took her pink, rigid nipple in his mouth and kissed it eagerly, his tongue gliding over the stiff and evidently sensitive tissue as she emitted soft moans while gently rocking her hips against his. Suddenly her breast shuddered and his mouth was filled with... ''cream liqueur?!'' After the initial shock, he drank from her greedily, her hips moving faster as he sucked the delicious fluid from her. He continued to massage her ass, his fingers slipping under to tease around her drenched labia, causing her to ride him with greater fervor. With his fingers slick with the sweet juices still spilling from her glowing pussy, he ran them within the warm cleft of her backside, then slid one inside her ass.

She suddenly sat upright, her green eyes blazing with light as her head shuddered, strands of her auburn hair rising as if from electrical current. "J-J-Jake, y-y-yyooooouuuu-" she fell backwards, slipping off his cock as her breasts stiffened, both now spurting liqueur while panels opened across her body. "Ohhhhh JAKE you... ''nnngh''... you... ''AHHH''!" Her arms bent stiffly, back arching as she gave an orgasmic howl. Jake, just at the precipice of climax, felt himself tumble over the edge; his seed poured from him, the majority landing in an open panel and gumming up a small whirring fan in her abdomen. She froze as she produced a series of high-pitched buzzing sounds, each ending with a sharp electrical sizzling.

Diana jerked to life once more, her flashing red tits dousing Jake's chest in fluid as she stood upright, her sensual walk now a jittery balancing act as pieces of her internal machinery rattled out from her numerous openings, leaving a metallic breadcrumb trail. She flung open the oven and pulled out the bowl of unmixed ingredients, haltingly making her way back to him. Her breasts gave one last spurt, finally drained of fluid, and her body and face was now dotted with glowing red lights.

"It is p-possible I ''may'' b-b-beeee malfunctionnnnn''<pop>'' and I really ''should''-d-d deactivvvvvate, but ffffirzzztt I want you t-t-to try my ''delicious'' home b-b-baked c-c-cookie''<zzzzzzt>''!" Her hand plunged into the bowl, emerging in a coating of flour, egg, and cold butter.

"I promise I'll have a taste," Jake said, watching nervously as smoke poured from several of the panels, "but you ''seriously'' need to deactivate yourself before you burn this place down!"

"Oh, all rrrright..." She dropped the bowl on the carpet and reached her ingredient-coated hand inside a panel on her chest.

"Not with-" Jake began, but it was too late. The moment her dripping hand was inside her body, a barrage of sparks erupted followed by several popping sounds. Her face contorted in confusion as her body shook, her breasts glowing a radiant red while her green eyes strobed wildly.

"''Good Lord!''" she gasped, electricity coursing across her stunned face moments before it blew off in a blinding flash - behind was a tangle of wires, lights, and circuitry framed by her beautiful auburn hair. A single syllable droned from a speaker buried in that mass of technology as she fell forward stiffly, slamming upon the chaise beside her inert 'daughter', and occasional twitch from her jiggling the more generous portions of their anatomies.

He looked at the pair of broken robots, trying to decide what to do when the front door opened. "Honey?" a man's voice inquired, a badly distorted reply of "In heeeeerrrrrre," came from the still-twitching Diana, droning into a deep register before ending with a final electrical pop.

Jake ducked behind a couch, cursing under his breath when he heard the man's voice ask, "What in the Sam Hill-"

Footsteps approached quickly, and he heard a series of beeps and electronic chimes. Jake wondered if he could make to the sun room and slip out the back when he heard the man say, "Young man, I know you're back there."

Jake slowly rose from the couch to see a middle aged man staring intently at an unintelligible tablet screen that was connected to Diana.

"Now I don't know why you're in my home or exactly what happened here with my wife and daughter-"

Jake jumped at the chance to explain himself. "You see-"

"-nor do I ''want'' to know, beyond the fact that you weren't trying to hurt either of them."

"I wasn-"

The man prodded the screen and continued, talking over him. "And according to my wife here, she was just trying to be a 'good hostess' to her daughter's ‘new friend’." He shook his head and stood up. "Son, do you believe that you should correct your own mistakes?"

"Er-"

"That if you happened to make a mess of a situation, that you should do everything you can to put it to right?"

"I-"

"That, through whatever bizarre chain of events led you to some inexplicable situation, should you-"

"Yes!" Jake interrupted, earning a stern glare from the man.

"Son, you go to the school here?"

Jake nodded.

"What major?"

"Liberal arts?" Jake answered uncertainly.

The man wrinkled his nose. "Well, you're in luck," he said, fishing from his briefcase a palm-sized device sprouting half-a-dozen wires and a small metallic wand. "You're about to get a taste of an exciting career in robotics."

Jake grinned.

"Right after you find your goddamn pants."

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Just for you

2016-09-23T20:00:07Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

“Hi there.” The seductive purr belongs to a gorgeous red headed woman... or at what first appears to be a woman. Her bountiful ivory curves that seemingly defy gravity are hugged tightly by her satin red dress, red as her fiery hair. Her waist is just a smidge too skinny, and her ass is just a touch too wide to be real. Those long miles of perfect legs, too flawless. What gives it away though is her glowing, mint green eyes. She's an android... and not a very advanced one. “I'm from the Jenna-11 series. Specifically, I'm unit 808 and I work at facility three, building and testing other Jenna models...” She tilts her head back slightly, letting out a sigh that causes her tits to heave tightly against her dress.

“Jenna-11 series androids are... not the most advanced machines out there. I'm just a drone, built for simple... and brief... companionship. I cost half of a minimum wage check to buy, and you can tell from my simple processors and... well, why don't you have a look.” Her ruby red lips peel into a saucy grin, she sets her hands on her hips and she starts to saunter. Each step her long legs takes is a calculated, precise stride. Her high heels click against the floor, but you can also hear the c-click of her simple joints. Her wide ass swings side to side as she strides around in a demonstrative circle, and with each sway her butt rises and falls stiffly, the servos inside of them whir-buzzing.

“But just because I'm cheap doesn't mean I'm not fun.” She lifts a finger to her plush lips and teasingly draws it into her mouth for just a moment. “I can get you off, while I'm blowing every circuit in my body.” Her finger leaves her lips and starts to trace down over her cleavage. You can hear the components in her stiffly moving arm easily. “Are you... aroused? By the fact that I'm so obviously... intentionally... mechanical?” She looks at you quizzically, her finger slowly circling her silicone flesh. “I hope so. I hope you're pleasuring yourself right now.”

The robotic redhead crosses one leg in front of the other and sets her other hand on her wide hip. Her finger slips down until it catches the front of her dress. She begins to peel it down slowly, her breasts getting closer and closer to freeing themselves until the pop loose with a jiggle. You can see now that she doesn't have proper nipples. Just a pair of bubblegum pink circles where the nubs would be. “Simple poly-material breasts with a sensory network installed that allow me to detect touch. I process most touch as pleasurable for simplicity's sake.” To demonstrate, she sweeps her finger over one of those pink nipple-pads, and her back arches with a rizzz, her lips parting as her lips make a perfect 'oh'.

“I hope that makes you hot. I hope my simple, robotic breasts are making your heart beat fast.” Her hands slip over both breasts and her fingers close in, causing her body to shudder awkwardly. The lights in her eyes flicker and her jaw drops as she squeezes them together, her thumbs teasing both nipple pads at once. “CPU usage is increasing... it's at 85% p-p-percent... that's pretty dangerous for a simple slut robot like me.” Her thighs press together with another click. “ I k-know exactly how to touch myself to receive optimum input. I know where every nerve sensor is, every sensitive bundle... I can bring myself to an explosive orgasm... and I'm going to do that, just for you.”

She spreads her legs slightly and the hand resting on her hip slides under her short, tight skirt. You can't see what she's doing, but by the way she suddenly shivers and gasps, the sharp cry sounding tinny, you can hazard a guess. “Error. The user m-m-manual states to only st-stimulate one erogenous area of your Jenna-11 series android at... at.. at... OH!” Her head jerks to the side, her eyelids blinking rapidly. “S-sorry about that. That was an automated re-response... but I bet that gets you hot too.”

While she plays with herself under her skirt, she lifts her other hand to her face. “Mmmh... let-let's get my processors some air...” Gripping into her face, she pulls it away with a loud SNAP. It sounds like she damaged the locks holding it in place. With her face plate missing, you can see her glowing green optical sensors no longer filtered through eye-like glass. Her metal jaw parted, red lips still attached and expressing that same, wide 'oh'. At the back of her throat you can see her circular voice module. She obviously wasn't designed to take insertions. Behind her cameras you can see two sets of black boxes, labeled P1 and P2 in yellow bold letters. “Not the most-most efficient way of cool-cooling off... but I hope it excites you... seeing my internal components.”

She sits back in a nearby chair, spreading her legs for you. She's got no panties and you can now see her penetrating her simple fuck sleeve, two fingers covered in lube as they whirr, in, buzz, come out with a mechanical tempo. “My pussy module has no... no... no inner labia or clit. It's just a tight, automated fuck sleeve for cock.” She looks right into your eyes with those mechanical cameras of her's. “I wish you were here to spank me. St-st-stimulating all three of my primary erogenous areas at once you make my circuits b-b-burn...” She groans lustfully, the voice module in the back of her throat vibrating hard.

“I am not programmed to climax. I exist only to make others cum.” Her other hand goes back to her breast to squeeze it tightly. “Ahhhn! I... thermal event in power systems. Sexual buf-buffer offline. Oh... it's... st-st-starting...” A single spark fires from a processor module in her head, making her head jerk to the side. Those optical lights flicker like bad Christmas bulbs. “I am programmed to make you cum... p-p-please cum while I overload!” Her chest rises and falls in simulation of breathing heavily, which is revealed to merely be a sound effect produced by her voice module.

A droning buzz can be heard inside of her chest. “That... is-is-is the transformer that pre-prevents an electrical overload from frying my pro-processors. I am just a machine. This is a sim-simulated personality, with simulated pleasure... all for you.” Her hips work with slow, monotone thrusts to penetrate her fingers harder and faster. Her breatss bounce with each thrust. Smoke starts to rise from in between her cleavage, from a seam that is slowly burning loose in her chest.

“I am so cheap. So fake. Just. Just ERROR. A mechanical toy for your pleasure. For you. Just-just-just for you. A hot robot bitch-bitch-bitch made to mindlessly please you until I-I-I-I Error overload detected in transformer. Warning... cease stimulation...” Her hand falls from her breast now, and starts to flex and buzz at odd angles. Her head snaps side to side, and you can see why. Tiny sparks are firing up her wiring, sending odd signals to her components and making her glitch out.

“Cum. Cum H-h-h-haaard for me baby. You must must must I am programmed to to to I am your I am...” Smoke is rising from both of her processors now, and her curly red hair is a total mess. She lets out a sharp gast and flexes her back so hard that her tits point towards the air. A panel explodes off her chest and when she rights herself you can see inside. A glowing hot greed-black box that is sparking heavily, surrounded on both sides by semi-melted wiring.

“Error. Overload. I am. Jenna. I am. I am. So hot. Way too hot...” A spark fires from her voice box and her voice becomes more robotic. The hand in between her legs is pounding away at a blur's pace. Her whole body is making an electrical buzz, long legs shivering and breasts constantly shuddering as she continues to break down. Suddenly... her exposed transformer blows out. A massive surge can be seen firing up her neck and into her head. Processor one EXPLODES in a bright flash of sparks and molten circuits. “I! Oh! Yes! I... proc-processor one... overload... cum-cum-cum-cum processor power at 50%... I am going to-to-to-to explo-”

With that, another surge fires through her transformer. It's utterly slagged now, and this surge spells the end of her other processor. It explodes as well, blowing out her head completely and leaving behind a sparking nest of wiring from her neck. The android's body slumps forward onto its knees. The hand fingering her fuck sleeve still goes for a few more thrusts, before awkwardly freezing. As the body slumps over... Jenna-11-809 arrives. Her hips have the exact same delicious sway as the last unit did. She looks exactly the same, down to her curly red hair and heels.

“Oh my. Looks like this unit has made a mess of herself. I hope you've made a mess of yourself, as well... I'm looking forward to seeing if I get a chance to put on a show for you. As for her...” She scoops up the burned out body. “There's always more of me where she came from. Have a lovely evening, dear.” She turns to walk away, leaving you alone, her ass swaying side to side and whirring. Just for you.
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Management Issues

2016-09-23T19:58:59Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

The office building of Miles and Powerson was prime real-estate. In the center of the commercial district, dozens of companies paid top-dollar to locate their offices there and staff them with mediocre data-management androids. Day in and day out, these mechanical humanoids sorted through information, filed forms, re-directed calls and made the cogs of capitalism click and churn away. However, no team of inexplicably all-female androids is complete without a human task force to direct, maintain and oversee them, and that is where Miss Zelda and her assistant Eugene come in.

Miss Zelda was a tall woman that was almost pushing six feet tall. She had long, dark hair that shiny and straight that hung well past her shoulders. Her eyes had an icy, blue-eyed stare that could put down any weak-willed white collar worker with one chilling glare. A tight, royal blue skirt hugged her wide hips, and a pair of sheer stocking rode down her long legs. Her top was a white blouse that barely managed to hold back the generous breasts she sported, and a lacy bra could be seen through her blouse's thin material. What wasn't too obvious just by looking at this woman, however, was that she is an android herself, designed to emulate a human being perfectly. She believed she was utterly flawless in design and program, that the androids she overlooked and even the humans that maintained them were beneath her. She was the perfect android, after all!

Unfortunately, this being a place of robotic middle-management paradise also makes it a prime candidate for destructive hacking. A virus had managed to infiltrate the wireless network that the fembots of the seventeenth floor all used to get OS updates, and it was causing intermittent malfunctions in the workforce throughout the day. Miss Zelda was touring the offices with her assistant, Eugene. He was a young, lithe man with short black hair combed back impeccably and he was writing notes down about the various affected units. The two of them came up to an office labeled 'Betty-338' and peeked in...

The office was a mess. Papers were strewn about, coating the wooden desk and making messy piles on the floor. Betty-338, a buxom robotic blonde with high heels, smiled as she heard the door to her office open. “Like. Hi!” She said in a cherry but electronically tinged voice. The robo-blonde was walking into a wall, backing up, and walking into it over and over. The sound of loud, persistent whirring could be heard from her body. “Like. Hi! Like. Hi! Like. Hi!” Over and over, she repeated her greeting like a broken record while walking into that wall repeatedly with a sexy sway to her hips.

Zelda scoffed and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Eugene, mark Betty-338 for the disposal bin.” Eugene looked puzzled, turning to look at Zelda. “Uhm, ma'am, I'm not entirely sure that she requires a replacement. The error should be relatively easy to purge once-” Zelda turned to Eugene and gave him that cold, silent stare and he immediately quieted down. Satisfied, Zelda closed the door to the office, leaving that robotic worker to her loop. “Eugene, it's easier to just toss that thing out and get a new one! Betty's model are a dime a dozen.” Not like myself. I'm far too advanced to be replaced so casually, was the thought that processed in her data core as they came up to Jenna-21 walking down the hall.

“H-h-hi hi Miss Zelda!” Jenna-12 smiled, her ruby lips making a perfect grin... but her head twitched to the side with a quiet whir. “Init-initiating sh-short range wireless-less broadcast.” Jenna's green eyes flickered with light, and Zelda's eyebrows rose in a brief flare of shock. She'd left her own wireless system online! But before she could close her connection it was too late, and a burst of data filtered into her body. Zelda briefly shivered, her lips parting almost sensually, and then she gave Jenna-12 a shove. The red-headed fembot stumbled backwards and hit the floor, her legs whirring as they continued to walk as if she were upright.

“Miss Zelda, are you... alright?” Eugene questioned his boss for the second time that day. “I'm...” Zelda froze. No sound, no movement, she just froze mid-step, mouth open, and then... “Fine. I'm perfect, actually.” Zelda had been worried for a moment, but she was sure her anti-virus software had resolved the problem. She was, after all, the best android in this building. So amazing and wonderful, and so caught up in her own greatness she didn't realize she was pushed up against a wall, her breasts squished into the surface while staring dead ahead with a blissful smirk. Eugene cleared his throat. “Ma'am?” Zelda blinked twice, stopped walking and turned to look at Eugene with a series of inhumanly stiff movements. “Yes, Eugene?” she said, her tone polite but subtly threatening. “Uhm. Nothing ma'am. Shall we continue the tour?” Zelda nodded, her neck making the faintest hint of a whir. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Damn it, the virus was beginning to lag her systems! But she was too good to become some mindless machine. She pressed on with her assistant as they made it to Bambi-B3's office.

“Bambi?” Zelda called out in a tone that was much like a mother looking to scold her daughter. Bambi was almost as thin as Eugene was, with small but perky breasts, brown hair in a bun and glasses perched atop her nose for aesthetic purposes. “D-d-don't come in!” Bambi called out in mousey shock. This of course, led to Zelda and Eugene making their way in and finding the thin, lovely fembot laying on her back atop her desk. Her legs were spread, panties down around her ankles, and her hips were rising and falling, each movement making a mechanical buzz that filled the air. “It-it-it-it's not what it looks like-like! Error!” She continued to thrust up against nothing, a glowing blush lighting up her cheeks.

Eugene crossed his legs and coughed, while Zelda's brows furrowed. “Eugene, mark Bambi-B3 for disposal as well-well.” Bambi whined as if she'd been grounded. “B-but ma'am! I have vacation time com-coming up! If I get scrapped, I'll-I'll lo-lose that!” Her right eyelid fluttered rapidly as those hips rose and fell. Zelda's head twitched to the right, a dull 'kzzt' barely heard inside of her. “You should have thought-ght-zzt of that before you were so careless with your wireless network!” Eugene was about to speak, but Zelda slammed the door to the office shut.

“Darn. I was going to the Poconos, too.” Bambi pouted as her hips continued methodically rising and falling. Whrr, whrr, whrr.

Zelda was now storming down the hallway, almost stomping as her head twitched left to right. Her fists opened and closed as her hands spasmed, and every step made her body produce a mechanical sound of some kind. She could get through this. She was a perfect fembot. A perfectly designed human machine. Eugene looked like he was going to question her, but she cut him off. “This Zelda human is fine-fine-fine. I'm per-fectly functional. I flawlessly em-emulate a human being.” She walked into her office door with a THUNK, then THUNKED again, but Eugene got the door for her before she banged into it once more.

Once inside her spacious office, she made her way over to the desk, knees banging against it as she bent over and her hands and breasts slapped into the surface. She clutched her papers as her head bzzt-jerked side to side. Eugene closed the door behind them and couldn't help but admire the way those that tight pencil skirt hugged his boss' backside. “Ma'am, it does... seem like you're starting to...” “TO WHAT-WHAT-WHAT?” Zelda snapped, her voice taking on an electronic tinge. Eugene adjusted his tie. “To uh. Malfunction. Ma'am.”

By now it was obvious that Zelda was a machine like her subordinate fembots. She was twitching, shivering, and even those icy blue eyes flickered with light. “Eu-Eugene. That is so silly. Look at me. Look at me.” She started to sway her hips side to side, that wide rump sifting to the left, making a sudden and jerky stop, then shifting to the right. Each movement made her slinging skirt shift around those perfectly proportioned and juicy cheeks. “My-my-my ass is perfectly designed to emulate a flawless human.” She stood back up rigidly. By now, her movements had lost all their life-like animation, and she moved like a robot as she turned to face Eugene. She leaned back against her desk like a rigid wooden board, then righted her torso with a slow whrrrr. Her hands lifted, fingers straight, then moved in to her blouse. She clenched down on the material and tore it open, exposing her big, gorgeous tits that were held together by lacy black bra cups. “This unit's silicone tits-tits-tits are perfectly designed to emulate a human's. They are designed to remain perky w-w-without 'bzzzt' the support of a bra.” With a precise flick of her middle finger, the front of her bra parted open, and those breasts barely jiggled as they hovered in mid-air, a pair of gravity defying orbs topped with hard, pink nipples.

Eugene watched those breasts, this display, her... fakeness getting the young man going. “Oh. Uh, yes ma'am, very human-like.” She didn't seem to mind when he started to slowly stroke his palm over the bulge in his slacks. She didn't seem to be looking at ANYTHING, actually, her eyes staring dead ahead as they flickered with light. “Affirmative! Because this unit-unit-unit ERROR, multiple instances of protocol 334.77 load-load- I am human. A perfect human. Perfect mechanical human.” Her legs spread slowly, buzzing as she slipped her ass up onto her desk. “This unit even-even has a pussy module installed to emulate sexual intercourse and sensors that allow it to receive and-and-and process pleasurable responses.” Again, her hands moved mechanically into position, and with one swift tear her skirt and panties were shredded away from her body, leaving her in nothing but those sheer stockings and blue heels. “This unit can even emulate various stages of coitus on prompt. Demonstrating, Hot and Wet settings.”

Suddenly, lubricant bubbled from her hairless and perfectly molded sex. Her hand slapped against the counter of the desk and gripped the edges. A hot, tinny moan escaped her lips as a blush raced over her cheeks. “Ohhhh... Eugene...” Her hips started to move much like Bambi-B3's still were. A dull whir and they pushed forward, then a quiet buzz as they pulled back. “You-you-you are so deep inside of my human-silicone pussy! My sensors are so hot!” She trembled and bit her bottom lip, eyes rapidly fluttering as her head twitched to the side. “Fuck your dirty human sexbo-simulation complete.” She sat upright, the blush fading instantly as the flickering in her eyes slowed. “See? Perfectly human. Perfect. Human.” Her head jerked to the side once more and the sound of a fan whirring could be heard coming from her.

By now, Eugene was enthralled. He was already undoing his slacks as he approached his boss. His heart was pounding, and he was rapidly tugging his slacks down until his hard cock peeked up over the falling waistline. 'I see... ma'am.” Eugene spoke quietly as he lifted his hands, hovering them over Zelda's perky breasts. When she simply started ahead, whirring and statue-still, he took that as a cue that it was safe enough to touch her. Those hands sunk into the synthetic material of her breasts, and as they squeezed down the only reaction she gave was a flicker of light in her optics. “...Ma'am?” He asked when she didn't respond to his touch. Her head turned smoothly and she looked at him. “Yes, Eugene?” Her voice was heavily tinged by an electronic echo, but calm. He looked confused at that response, then looked to her chest. “Isn't that... pleasurable for you?”

Zelda followed his gaze, her neck buzzing as she looked down at the hands on her breasts. Then, she looked back to Eugene. “Affirmative.” Her jaw dropped and she moaned softly, but her expression was otherwise unchanged. Eugene stepped a bit closer while his thumbs swept in and brushed over her nipples. The moment those buds were touched, Zelda's jaws sapped shut and her eyes crossed. “M-m-multiple inputs det-detected! Oooh, c-careful, those are sensitive.” The male nodded, making a silent 'oh...' as his fingers slipped away from those nubs... then suddenly he attacked them with a powerful twist. Zelda's head shot to the right and a spark fired from her ear! “Unh! Eu-GENE!” Her body flared briefly with heat but instead of pulling away, she pressed her nude mechanical figure up against the male as tightly as she could. Though her movements were robotic, and her body shivered and twitched, she dominantly embraced him. One hand slipped behind his back and down to cradle his hips. She forced him into her, his cock spreading her silicone walls apart and making her body warm up considerably, not to mention bathing his shaft in her lubricants.

“Can-Can-Can a robot-bot fuck you like-like a machine?” She buried her face in his neck, forcing him to moan in pleasure. With her breasts grinding into his body and her hand forcing his cock deeper and harder into her figure, he was out of control as the sexy fembot had her way with him... but he was loving every moment. “Unnh! F-fuck ma'am, you're so tight!” Her hot, wet tongue dragged against his flesh, making him shiver. “Affirmative. Var-variable tension setting allow-allow-OHH! Sensory data buffer fail-failure!” There was a 'pop' inside of her body. Smoke rose from the back of her neck, seemingly seeping through a micro-seam in her covering.

Zelda pushed her weight forward, forcing Eugene to fall backwards and hit the ground hard. The flare of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of this hot female machine forcing him to ride her. With him on the ground, she sat upright with her pelvis against her assistant's. She started to rise and fall, each movement making a whrr-hiss as she pistoned herself robotically atop him. Each push onto his throbbing cock made her head twitch. Her arms were stuck outright at her sides in a 45 degree angle pointing downwards. “I-I-I am your perfect human fuckbot! Oh fuck, You're gonna-gonna-gonna make this unit cum, tiger!” Eugene was in a haze, his hands exploring her warm body. When he reached her breasts, her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “Re-re-remember the nipples are-NGGGGH” he clamped down on them, twisting as sharply as his hands could allow. A loud KZZZRT and the smell of ozone filled the room as a panel in Zelda's back blew out. Contained inside was her steel spinal assembly and behind that, a curtain of wiring with smoke and sparks rising from within. LEDs could be seen rapidly blinking from yellow to red.

Her hips thumpthumpthumped rapidly against Eugene, the arousal spike making her fuck him at a blurred pace. The tightness of her silicone cunt prevented him from blowing his load and pleasure seared through his loins. “Warning. Zelda unit 03 overloading! I'm way-way-way too close to cumming!” Smoke rose from both of her ears, and sparks fired from her open mouth. Her eyes glowed so brightly that the blue color completely enveloped them. Her breasts bounced wildly and her ass made satisfying smacks against Eugene's hips. Her pleasure, and his, climbed and climbed as her whirring became louder, the sparks became more violent and the smoke darker, until she threw her head back and called out in echoing synthetic pleasure!

Her lubricant washed out over Eugene's hips like a flood, and that allowed her lips to loosen enough to let hum cum. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled her sleeve and drooled down her inner thighs. She was utterly frozen, the occasional spark firing out of her back panel. A loud, constant beep could be heard inside of her body, and the glow in her eyes died down slowly. “...Eu-Eugene. We n-need to ascert-t-tain what fembots have been affected by the virus.” She slipped up off his exhausted body as if nothing had happened. Her fluid movements came back, and she sauntered out of the office with a smooth stride, totally naked and sparks still firing from her exposed panel. Eugene just sat and watched as her meltdown unfolded before his eyes.

Zelda calmly strode, a confident smirk on her twitching face. “These stupid bimbots are nothing compared to me. Mass pro-produced models that are only goo-good for ERROR.” She strode past offices of fembots suffering mild malfunctions, past the gawking stares of technicians who didn't want to get too close to her smoking, sparking body... and right into a wall. Her breasts pushed against the surface, her nipples were stimulated... and her body rattled like it was caught in an earthquake! “Nnngh-gh-gh! What's g-g-going on! My... Oooh...” She sunk to her knees with a ker-thunk and both hands shot in between her legs. She furiously fingered her soaked pussy as gush after gush of lubricant spilled from her. “Wh-wh-who set my sensitivity setting so-so-so ERROR I cannot pro-process! Cumming! Cumming! CUMMING! OVERLOAD! OVERLOA-” A fantastic blast blew out several circuits, causing them to fly out of her back. A smoking component dangled from the panel by smoldering wires.

“Perfect... human... an-android... s-so-so-s-s-s-s you're fiiiirrrrrreeeed- 'click' ” Her body wound down slowly as she slumped over, her tits pressed against the floor as smoke rose from her figure. Her round ass was pushed high up into the air and a puddle of lube and cum spilled around her knees. Meanwhile, inside of Zelda's office. Eugene was shaking his head and getting himself dressed. “Bitch.” He muttered as he walked up to the west wall and pulled open a large walk-in closet. Inside, there were six more Zelda units exactly like the one that blew out. He walked right up to the closest one on the left and started to activate it.
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Wardrobe Malfunction

2016-09-23T19:58:26Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

“Yes, of course Master. Right away.” The six foot tall Sarahbot confirmed her master’s orders in a husky, slightly lustful tone and rose up from her polite curtsey. By today’s standards, she is a robotic marvel of engineering and programming, but in the year 20XX, she was considered a reliable and well-made but dated model. Externally, she looked like a real woman with long, black hair that went well past her shoulders and lovely, icy blue eyes. Her chest was around a C cup and much of her height was in her long, slender legs. Internally, she was wiring and cables, servo motors and stacks of circuitry. She was a machine, designed to look like an attractive woman and function in any way master desired. And though her looks were spot on, her unblinking stare, the way her hips swayed with perfect rhythm as she walked well-calculated steps, her arms remaining rigid at her sides, and the very quiet whrr-whrr-whrr she made as she walked were tells that this supposed human being wasn’t what she appeared.

Sarahbot entered the room where her clothing was stored in, the same room she was stored in herself when she wasn’t needed. A small twin-sized bed was in the middle of the room. To the left was the thick cable that Sarahbot plugged into her recharging port when she defragmented her memory files for the night. To the right was the rack of clothing that she had available. Each hangar had a different outfit hung on it. Most were rather causal! Jeans, shirts, panties… the things she would wear when she was required to emulate a human, which she was rather good at thanks to a few programming upgrades. A few were racy. Lacy bras, panties and suggestive lingerie. After a quick scan of the rack, the icy blue color in her eyes flickered as she recognized the outfit her owner wanted. “Ooh. This looks sexy. Hmhm!” She said this to no one in particular, mindlessly reciting a programmed response that was meant for the benefit of humans.

Her perfect little robotic march continued right up to the rack of clothes. With a smooth lift of her right hand that ended abruptly at the level of her outfit, she reached out and took it off the rack. It was a tight, two piece black bikini with little hearts over the nipples on the top, and a third little pink heart on the groin of the bottoms. She set the beachwear aside, onto the bed, and proceeded to get undressed from her current outfit, a black English maid’s uniform with a white apron. She slipped the apron off, then her black dress. Each movement in the quiet room enhanced the small mechanical sounds her servos made, and Sarah stared ahead blankly as she disrobed. When she was only in her bra and panties, she reached up to tug her bra loose and the material brushed the swells of her breasts, making her jaw drop and a sensual, sudden moan escape her vocal processor. “Hnnnh. Master forgot to turn down my sensors after last night.” She wasn't allowed to change her settings herself and planned to wait until later to ask if master wanted her pleasure sensors turned back down from 11.

By now, Sarahbot was utterly nude. Her breasts stood perkily without the help of a bra, capped by small pink nipples that were still stiff from having her swells brushed by her bra. Looking down at herself, she had no capacity to enjoy her own perfection. She was simply a well-programmed machine, designed to obey and service her designated owner. With a swift turn, she stepped out of her maid’s clothing and faced the bed where her bikini lay. Picking up the top off the bed, she slipped it on and tied it behind her back, finding the tight material was so tight that it was forcefully squeezing her breasts… rubbing her nipples… increasing her sensory data input by a lot! Sudden hot flashes of synthetic pleasure raced through her chest, making her moan again, this time harder. “Breast stimulation is… is… outside acceptable parameters. My perky tits are so hot…” Her jaw dropped and a mechanical click could be heard from her mouth, her body shivering as she feels the intense squeeze that top is putting on her!

Moaning again, she reached towards the bed once more. This time her movements were jerky, more robotic as her processors were busy working, interpreting all the data being sent to them from her bust's sensors. She managed to grab her panties as she turned her trembling body back to the bed. Sarahbot found herself unable to calculate a more gentle program to sit down, so she executed flop01.exe and just fell back onto the mattress. Her back hit the bed and her legs were pointed up stiffly, arms still outstretched with the bottoms in her grip. “Continuing wardrobe switch. Switch. Switch.” Each time she repeated the word ’switch’ her head twitched to the side, until a sudden and sharp “Oh!” broke the cycle. That particular pleasurable gasp took a while to load thanks to inefficient storage on her memory system.

She slipped the bottoms on after a struggle, and her light shivering began to intensify as they brushed up against her inner thighs. “Hnnngh, pleasure data is 17% backlogged, unable to catch up…” She bit her bottom lip and watched, trembling hard as she pulled those bikini bottoms snugly up against her wet synthetic pussy. They closed in tight, as well as hugging her ass in a way that made her silicone rump look like a perfect upside down heart. Her jaw dropped again, and she was wordless for just a moment before… “A-a-aaahn! Pleasure… sensors… my vaginal unit! Clothes too-too-too tight!” Sarahbot’s body whirred loudly as she sat up and looked down at her snugly-held sex. A pre-programmed look of worry came over her face, something that was designed in so that her human owners might know at a glance that something is wrong. “Pleasure input increasing beyond the means of my processing power to complete. Begin troubleshooting procedure.”

She held up her hand to her face, holding it an inch away, and started to fan rapidly, each positioning of her arm executed with robotic precision. Her wrist made little whirs as she fanned, a hot blush coming to her cheeks. “Heat levels still rising. Attempting to resolve wardrobe issues.” Her free hand went to tug at her bikini, those perfect silicone globes jostling and swaying as she messed with the bikini, trying to alleviate the pressure. Unfortunately, the bikini slipped her fingers and SMACKED against her breasts sharply, which made the HUD displayed in her field of vision flicker rapidly with error messages. “Error! Overload in breast sensory network! So.. Hot..! Must continue troubleshooting. Attempting to…” Her head jerked hard to the side, a loud whine came from her neck motors and a spark fired from her ear, followed by a small stream of smoke. “Must attempt to resolve pleasure iss-issue with climax!”

She unceremoniously stuffed her fingers into her bikini bottoms. The blue in her eyes lit up as she gasped in shock when her fingers touched her wet slit. The sunk into the moist, tight synthetic sleeve, curling back as she stroked herself over and over, wet schliks filling the air along with her loudly buzzing processors. “Oh, fuck yes!” Another pre-programmed response to please the human using her, it was even programmed to go off when she was performing self-pleasure during maintenance or, in this case, trying to get her systems to induce an orgasm so they’ll stop building pleasure responses! Her hips lifted and fell, breasts wobbled like the perfectly shaped gel bags they were as she groped at herself. It was all for nothing though; the program for her climax was trapped in the line for responses to be processed that was thousands of files long…

Smoke started to rise from her open mouth and her other ear as the whirring sound inside her head started to get more desperate, the sound skipping and grating. “Processors malfunctioning! Efficiency reduced by… by… fuck me harder! By 54%… Buffer overflow detected… cannot resolve climax… overload imminent!” She let out a squealing sigh of pleasure and another glitch caused her right eyelid to tick rapidly as her pumping fingers simply jutted in and out of her pussy like a simple piston. Sparks danced around a rectangular micro-seam in her chest just before a sudden blast blew out that hidden panel. Behind it was a hyper-efficient battery cell connected to a melted cooling system that was dripping plastic onto circuits underneath it; circuits that regulated her transformer and thus the flow of power through her body was going out of control! More sparks raced down her arms, her legs whrrr-thunked as they opened and closed, her head whipped side to side and her nipples blew out with a pair of electrical blasts. Frayed, smoking sensory filament remained where her perfect and pink little nubs once were.

“Unable to- unable to- unable to resolve. Unable. Continue function. Overload. Sensor blowout on breast module one and one and Master will love my sexy outfit. Outfit. Plunging my robot pussy with my sexy, sticky fingers is going to make me overload.” She spoke in a pleasant monotone, a wide smile on her face. She stood up just before her back panel exploded off, causing heat and smoke to rise from it. Thick, sparking cables dangled from her back. A few partially melted circuit stacks showed a string of red LEDs on the device they were plugged into. Sarahbot tried to walk, each step lurching and awkward, making her breasts wobble.

“Sarahbot is so hot. Too hot. Way too fucking hot. Cooling systems offline.” Her ‘breathing’ ceased, and the moment it did the trail of black smoke coming from her lips darkened ominously. Her stomach panel blew off next, clattering to the floor. The magnetic seals that kept her paneling closed was reversed by blasts of electricity, causing the panels to blast off violently. Inside her stomach, a small screen was flickering, showing status readouts for all of her systems. Various parts of her body were highlighted red and came with little status reports. ’Processors overloading and 45 degrees Fahrenheit hotter then recommended.’ ’Cooling systems offline.’ ’Current control offline.’ ’Sexual systems overloading.’

By this point, Sarahbot’s mechanical body was on a slippery slope. There was an eruption of sparks and bolts of electricity from her stomach opening. The screen inside of it was just blinking ERROR over and over again before it went totally white. “Ooh! Malfunction!” A second blast fired out of her back, sending big parts tumbling out in smoking heaps! “Error, all systems compromised! I’m Sarahbot, a perfect mechanical fuck me fuck me your robot toy is so horny-oh fuck Orgasm02.exe complete! Loading! AAHHHHN!” She arched her back and her breasts pressed so tightly and suddenly into her bikini top, the straps snapped and it blew off like a pressurized bottle top. Her, quite literally, smoking hot tits jiggled like jello as heat from inside of them caused them to glow bright red. There was gush after wet, hot gush from in between her legs as she simulated an intense orgasm, the sticky lube running in sheets down her inner thighs. Steam rushed from the micro-seams around the circumference from her neck, and a high-pitched sound of a tea kettle whistling briefly joined the cacophony of whirs, clicks and buzzes that came from Sarahbot's body... before her head exploded off!

Still moaning, her head was catapulted across the room and slammed into the wall. Her orgasmic expression was utterly frozen, even as her face plate was smacked off by the impact, revealing a pair of camera optics hidden behind realistic eye lenses. Her wire frame jaw was stuck open, smoke rising from the components. Her CPU, housed inside her mechanical head unit, was still smoking and glowing red hot. Meanwhile, her headless body took a stumbling, shuddering step forward before a final electrical shock raced along its surface. All the joints blew out nearly at once, and with the sound of a dying jet engine, utterly collapsed into a pile of arms, legs, torso and perky ass that separated and poured busted circuitry onto the floor, looking more like a junk pile then a fembot.

She's going to need a few days in the shop.
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Hobby Model

2016-09-23T19:56:55Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

“…And get YOUR GearGal today!”

The ridiculous infomercial had played every hour, on the hour on the Guilty Pleasures network, and Janet-1138 was starting to process no small amount of contempt for it. Unfortunately, her user Ben had left the viewer running when he left for work and without his permission she couldn’t change the channel. A very lewd movie started to play and Janet did her best to ignore it while she went through her list of things to-do.

Janet-1138 was what many considered an excellent starter model when breaking into the hobby of Artificial Companion Design. Units were bought as little more then frames, and it was up to the owner to sculpt and create the machine to their desires, much like model painting, but instead of using a base and paints to create artwork, it was malleable near-skin, crystal-fiber hair [that advanced designers often chose to ‘grow’ over the course of several months], and various attachments. Janet herself was designed rather well, her soft, creamy Near-Skin complimented her dark red hair. She was curvy, but not ridiculously so, and her emerald eye structure shone with a calculating, yet warm demeanor. Externally, the only thing to set her apart from a human being were the silvery ear-caps at the sides of her head that were the size of a palm, and acted as optical extensions Ben had installed to improve her ability to sense distance and recognize objects. All in all, a very well-crafted machine, if not a bit grumpy at times.

The mod-bot had finished cleaning up the mess Ben would leave every day before going to work, which, considering the modest apartment, wasn’t much of a mess at all. She didn’t mind cleaning the apartment daily, it was pretty much the only thing she was asked to do and was given free reign of her spare time. Janet had even escaped the monotony of the Guilty Pleasures network by ‘accidentally’ knocking the plug out of the wall when she was vacuuming behind the viewer. With her chores behind her, and a full day ahead of her, she plunked down on the small couch in the living room and started to calculate something interesting to do. It wasn’t long before a sultry smirk crept across her synthetic face and she made a beeline for her cabinet, which was kept in a walk-in closet she spent the night deactivated.

She rifled through her things, which amounted to little more then a few spare parts and some books she enjoyed reading and pulled out a eight inch long, dark purple phallus. The toy was simple in design, the most basic shape of a penis with a small hole at its tip. Janet pursed her lips and said, “Jerkins, activate.” A gentle, low tone emanated from the dildo, signaling the AI inside had awoken. Most things these days were designed to have a modicum of intellect, and Jerkins was no exception. “Greetings, user Janet!” It said in a gruff English accent. “How may I be of service?” Janet had always found this question to be rather humorous coming from an eight-inch long dildo. She stepped out of the closet and tossed the toy onto Ben’s bed. Jerkins landed on the soft mattress with a “My word!” but was otherwise fine.

“I want you… to warm up a little. Set vibe to intensity seven, too.” Janet said sweetly, a gentle twinge of artificiality carried in her tone. “Of course, madam!” Jerkins began to heat itself, ensuring it would be as warm as the real thing once she was ready. A quiet buzz also filled the room as it began to vibrate, shuffling gently on the mattress as it’s vibrations caused it to move. “Shall I prepare to simulate climax?” The phallus asked quizzically. Janet’s expectant smirk grew into a full, wide grin. “Ooh~! Yes, I’d love that.” With that, she sat on the end of the queen sized bed and pulled her shoes and socks off, tossing them to the side and eagerly tugging her brown slacks down, exposing her white lacy panties which weren’t worn for too long either. Next was her white dress shirt, which she unbuttoned and tossed aside to reveal her c-cup breasts being held back by a white lace wire bra. She snatched up the phallus and slowly traced it’s vibrating girth between her breasts, leaning back and humming delightedly at the sensations surging through the neural fibers imbedded in her Near-Skin.

She chewed into her lower lip as she traced the toy around her navel a few times and guided it over the folds of her artificial flower, which already glistened with wet, scented lubrication. She slipped the warm and gently throbbing shaft in between her legs, guiding it into herself slowly, arcing her head back and letting out a satisfied sigh as her sexual systems kicked on and set to masturbation protocols. Once she dipped it in to near it’s base, she allowed herself a stuttering sigh, a blush apparent on her face and her green eyes flickering with light as she processed the data. “Mmm… so warm…” She said to no one in particular. She started to guide the toy in and out of her honey pot at a slow pace at first, each push in being punctuated by a sultry moan. “That’s… haah… ahh… good… keep… keep going… f-faster…” Janet’s sexual programming was designed to encourage her partner, even when that partner was herself. The buzzing, heated toy continued to assault her sensors with data, and she started to thrust more eagerly, laying back on the bed completely now, her hips writhing as she pleasured herself. Her voice was high-pitched and needy now. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me harder!” Her curvy ass bounced off the bed as she thrusted her hips up to meet each downward push of her toy, her inner walls contracting and pulling in the purple girth and leaving it sticky with her honey-scented juices. It wasn’t long before her system had calculated enough stimulation of the proper areas to engage in orgasm. Jerkins detected this, and asked in the same tone someone uses to please, pass the salt, “User, I detect your climax is at had. Shall I simulate cumming inside you?” Janet pressed her head into the mattress. “Oh, yes! Fill me up, Jerkins! Mmmph!” Jerkins obliged, and let loose a torrent of hot, sticky substance designed to emulate semen into Janet’s waiting pussy. The mod-bot yelled as her own juices flowed forward, coating her thighs and making an unsightly spot on the bed.

Janet only laid in simulated afterglow for a few moments before suddenly realizing something was amiss. She didn’t detect any of Jerkins’ synthcum inside her vaginal catch-bag. The lights in her eyes flickered erratically for a few moments and she yanked the dildo away from herself and flung it across the room like it was on fire. Jerkins landed in the corner with a “My word!” but remained quiet as the bot stared down at herself in shock.

Now she remembered.

Last night, she had complained to Ben, rather noisily, that her catch-bag needed a change, and Ben said he would get to it as soon as he got back from work tomorrow. He must have removed it before he left, intending to get a replacement while he was out. Janet was in the middle of processing an expletive for the situation when a distinct fizzling was hard coming from her crotch. Suddenly there was an electrical -SNAP- that sent Janet reeling back into the bed. She forced her hips into the air as suddenly, she started to process pleasure. Intense, searing pleasure. Her nipples stiffened to the point where she thought they would burst and despite herself she grabbed at them, twisting her hard pink nubs in her finger and rolling her breasts as unbridled pleasurable data wracked her CPU. The sizzling sound grew in intensity, and another snap made Janet yelp, her face a mix of worry and sweet longing. “S-so… so hot! So… S-s-s-s-KSSHK-so… processing sexual descriptor… warning! Warning! Oh, God, warning! Over-over-overflow detected… attempting… attempting to stimulate to… st-st-stimulate to… Fuck, yes!” Her head twitched each time her voice caught, and her eyelids fluttered independent of each other. She slipped off the foot of the bed, and her hand dipped to her sex, two fingers pumping in and out of herself deeply, the occasional twitch wracking her body as her eyes blinked like broken traffic light and she continued to prattle in malfunctioning sexy-talk.

“Unnh-Unnh-unnh… so… so h-horny… Ooh, yeah baby go dee-dee-deeper… error, sexual systems… un-un-unsta-unstab-un… Ahh! You’re gonna make me cum so-sososososo-BZZZRT-error…”

Only a minute or so later, Ben returned home. Whistling quietly as he came into the apartment, his nostrils were greeted with the smell of burning honey and the sounds of lewd love making coming from his bedroom. When he went to investigate, he found his red-headed bot kneeling back, supporting herself with one arm and fingering furiously with her free hand, a thin trail of dark smoke wafting from her folds. “B-B-Ben!” She said with digitally skewed glee. “Mmm, why-why-why don’t you come join me-me-me and my friend here? Friend here? Fr-frie-friend. Here? Ahh! So… so hot…” Ben was beside himself. He wasn’t sure what was had caused her to malfunction this time [Even the most advanced Ais of this time were notoriously unstable and prone to break-downs.], and wasn’t sure how to fix her.

Janet continued to try and seduce the man. “Pl-please, -USER_NAME-, come over he-here-here and…” She let out a loud, sultry moan as another circuit burst in her systems, causing her body to shudder. “…touch my breast… my… my breast… so-hot-play with my-error-chest…” Ben quietly shuffled forward, despite his common sense telling him his investment was overloading it’s systems. He reached out with a shaky hand and pressed his palm into her warm, fleshy breast, turning his hand to caress her. “M-Ooooh… Th-that feel-feels-feels -DESCRIPTOR_NOT_FOUND-.” She bent forward now, supporting herself one one hand and her knees on the floor, her cream-colored ass presented to him, as she continued to finger herself furiously. “Be-Ben… I’ve been a Naugh-nau-naughty bot.. Spank me… Feel my soft, Near-Skin ass-ass-ass so nice Near-Skin-skin-skin crafted you crafted so well…” Her full ruby lips parted as she looked over her shoulder and up at Ben, her red hair falling messily over her eyes and giving her a disheveled, lusty look. Breathing heavily, the man slapped her rear firmly, leaving his hand where it landed, the spank causing her body to jiggle and stimulating her all the more.

“Mmm… Th-th-that’s right… squeeze-squeeze it… it’s all you-you-yours…” Her hips swung side to side jerkily, her body continuing to malfunction as she pressed her rear deeper into his palm. Ben gripped into her plush bottom with both hands now, giving her another spank that elicited yet another hot, digitized moan. Unfortunately for her already overtaxed CPU and ruined systems, the extra stimulation pushed her over the edge. Another, larger shower of sparks erupted from her pussy, startling Ben and causing him to jump back with a yelp. Janet suddenly straightened up, remaining on her knees as both her hands dove to her hot, malfunctioning sex and started to rub furiously, her head twitching and her eyelids fluttering.

“Warning, stimulation has-has-has reached critical levels! Pl-pl-ple-please allow this unit to cli-cli-climax-ax-ax -KSSHT- Overheating detected, please shut dow-error-Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes! Don’t sto-o-o-o-p now! Mm, I’m cumming so-so-so-so haaaard! -SNAP- Error, unable to cli- OH YES! Deeper! Dee-dee-dee-”
Finally, a loud bang blew a panel above her crotch off, gouts of smoke flooding out, and setting of the alarm. Her lips her pressed together, frozen in an ‘Ooh’ expression, her eyes squeezed shut as her body remained motionless. Ben shook his head, thankful he kept memory backups of her updated daily. Still, the hardware was going to cost him a week’s amount of work to repair. She let out a sigh, shot Jerkins an accusatory glance and set to work.
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JohnFabar4: Added story to the malfunction category.

The scene fades in to a pristine kitchen. To the left is Mister Johnny, a muscular, tan man with brown hair and a wide grin, a guy known for being a porn-star turned infomercial jockey. Displayed in the middle of the kitchen is the GearGal, a curvy, sort-haired blonde gynoid with green eyes. Her chrome colored body is clad in a blue bikini and she waits, inactive.

Mister Johnny turned and smiled towards the camera. “Alright folks, I've got this amazing new device, it's gonna revolutionize the house and the way you live, you'll LOVE it.” He pats the deactivated robot on the shoulder. "This here's the new GearGal version four fembot, but she'll go by 'Gear' or whatever ya wanna call her. Gorgeous, isn't she? She cooks, she cleans, she'll even make julienne fries! But that's just scratching the surface!” Johnny mugs for the camera, winking. "You'll never believe it if I just tell ya, so lets give it a demonstration!" He slides his hand down Gears back, giving her backside a squeeze to turn her on.

GearGal V4 's eyes flutter and blink with lights a few times as a gentle chime plays.
She stands up and runs her hands down over her full, plump breasts. "Mmm... I feel great,
Johnny! What do you have for us today?" Mister Johnny beams with as much fabricated enthusiasm as he can muster. “Well, we've got some people who might not be convinced that you're the greatest thing since sliced bread, the toaster and the melon baller. Why don't you give us the hard sell?”
GearGal winked at Johnny suggestively. “Loading routine.” Her cherful visage stupefied for a moment and her jaw went slack as those pretty synthetic eyes flickered with light. “Routine loaded! Well, hun, I'm sure you've already told them about my extensive domestic programming, that includes cleaning, cooking, budget management, household chores, babysitting AND more, but I think we should get into the finer details of what I like to call…” GearGal V4 then ran her hands down her chrome-colored, yet inexplicably soft body. "The Total Package." Mister Johnny did his best to look amazed, as if he hadn’t rehearsed this a few hundred times. “Now what's in 'The Total Package'? You're already a fantastic deal,
and easy on the eyes to boot!”

GearGal V4 turned to the side, allowing the camera to get a good look of her silhouette.
She ran her hands over her curvy rump, and gave herself a playful slap. "Well, sweetie, the
Total Package is all the standard equipment that each GearGal unit comes
equipped with not only to keep your house affairs in order, but your bedroom
affairs as well. I'm, simply put, THE most sophisticated sexual recreation device available.”
Mister Johnny laughs, running a hand down her side. "Honey, this is TV - you can't get away
with just tellin' the audience what you can do! Ya gotta go into more detail!"

GearGal V4 mmmm'd seductively as Johnny touched her. "Ooooh, well, how about instead of just telling... we show them?" She started to walk a little closer to the camera, running her
hands up and down the sides of her gleaming body, and over her silvery breasts, letting them bounce as they fell from her hands. Once again, her facial expressions slackened for a moment. “Loading sexual performance package and related protocols.” With a soft chime, she smiled again and Gear swung her hips seductively side to side as her hands run up through her hair and let it fall back into place. She stares into the camera lens with a needy, lusty expression, her eyes slightly obscured by bangs and her mouth hanging open slightly. "Mmm... Johnny... I'm soooo turned on... come on over here and let me show the audience everything they need to know..."

Mister Johnny smiles to the camera, hand already unbuckling his belt. "Ain't she wonderful,
folks. Sexy, seductive, and willing to please." He steps up, unleashing his hardening member. "Show 'em, sexy." The GearGal took in a sharp, hot breath as she looked down at his pulsing member. "Mmm... I think first I'll show them how I'm designed to give oral pleasure. I've got over seven hundred different programs for fellatio..." She knelt down, licking her lips over his throbbing tip like a lollypop. "And I... mmm... love the taste of cock..." Gear locked her lips over his thick, hard member, slowly taking it's length into her mouth, lapping at his undershaft with her hot tongue. Mister Johnny groans, one hand gripping the counter while the other rests on her shoulder. "She's got... the latest in erotic materials science built in her," he gasps out, hips involuntarilythrusting down the fembot's throat. Clearly he’s got more stage presence then technical know-how. "She sucks like-- like a vacuum, and..." his internal thesaurus fails him. "It feels great..."The GearGal V4 's throat clenched gently around his member as he thrusted it deeper into her, and she shudders as if she gagged a little, but keeps right on going. She tilts her head to theleft to allow more of his shaft to slip into her mouth, and then down her throat as she deepthroats him. "Mmm..." She looks up at him sensually, her hands running up and down his thighs.
Mister Johnny moans, body slouching over her as the rest of his shaft is swallowed by her wet
mouth. "Isn't-- isn't she perfect? Guys, you will a-a-adore her cocksucking skills..." His head
rolls back as he grabs the top of her head, taking a fistful of hair. "An' don-don't worry ladies, she'll eat you out just as good..." The blonde fembot suddenly ceased oral pleasure, leaving Johnny’s shaft slick with saliva. “Vagina not detected, Mister Johnny!” She said with a giggle as the now VERY frustrated ex-pornstar grit his teeth and plunged her back onto his shaft. “J-just get back to work damn it!” GearGal obliged after a moment of confusion, and gently started to massage Johnny's sack as she slipped his rock hard member in and out of her throat, each time pushing in deeply before she starts to pull away, only to dive back onto him just as voraciously. She spoke directly from her vocal systems so as not to interrupt her intense sucking. "Mmm, I know we're having a good time right now, hun, but I think we should show off my other features before you totally lose yourself..." She did have a routine to follow after all.

Mister Johnny pants, reluctantly releasing her head and pulling out of her mouth.
"Good... good idea." He shrugs off his jacket and shirt, shaft rock-hard and shiny with
saliva. "And I know what the audience's next question is - she swallows. No fuss, no muss." Clearly the infomercial’s director put little stock in the intelligence of their intended audience.
GearGal V4 turned to the camera and gave it a wink, wiggling her backside for the audience at home and slapping her ass playfully. She slips her hands around behind herself and unzips the leotard she's wearing, pulling it away. Her metallic nipples are perky, and her realistic chrome pussy is dripping with juices. "That's absolutely correct! Now, as the audience at home can see, I'm also designed for vaginal penetration. My robotic pussy is guaranteed to always remain hot and tight for your pleasure, and for the women so inclined, I can be commanded to activate Girl-Cock mode. But I think Johnny's more interested in trying my tight pussy right now, aren't you, hun?"

Mister Johnny nods and grins, sitting up on the counter. "Don't forget anal penetration as well. And she'll shift her personality to fit your needs. Want a virginal housewife who screams like a banshee when she cums, or a cockthirsty dominatrix? It's all here in one tight package." He pats his lap. "Show 'em what you got!" The GearGal V4 strutted up to Johnny, keeping her chest pushed out invitingly. She slowly started to ease herself down on him, gently wiggling her hips when Johnny's cock was entirely in her hot, tight, honeypot. "That... That's right... tell the audience how it feels..." She started to buck back against him rhythmically, enticing him to push back against her as her chrome ass pressed into his hips.
Mister Johnny grabs her waist, rolling his hips to thrust his length in and out of her wet pussy. "She feels PERFECT," he grins, chin resting on her shoulder. "Don't let the chrome finish fool ya - she feels as soft and fleshy and fuckable as any porn star." Although chrome-tex was available as a common material for fembot design, this infomercial seemed to be geared towards first-time fembot purchasers. GearGal V4 moaned softly, and turned her head to kiss him. "Oooh... that feels good. I love feeling cock inside my tight little…” She stopped for a moment, her head tilting to the side and frustrating Johnny to no end. “Searching vocabulary for appropriate synonym for vagina… synonym found.” Taking Johnny off guard, she went right back to work where she left off with a sharp moan. “…Cunt!... mmmph..." She turned back to the camera and started to make lewd sounds pf pleasure, staring right into the lens as each thrust caused her breasts to jump forward. "Oh yeah... keep going..."

Mister Johnny 's tongue rakes across her lips as he starts thrusting, pumping his member in and out of her meltingly-hot pussy. His hands trail up to her chest, squeezing the full globes as he bounces her up and down in his lap. "Just think... of what she can do for YOU..." The curvy chrome gynoid moaned hotly when her breasts were squeezed, her warm, soft chrome mounds conforming to his grip. "Oooohhh... I love it when you squeeze my breasts..." She started to bounce faster, and her eyes slipped closed. Her hot, juicy, synthetic inner walls starting to conform to Johnny's searing, throbbing shaft tightly. "Ummmph... Come on, big guy... fill me up with that hot cum... oooh, yes..."Mister Johnny grinds against her, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he bounces her up and down. "M-modifiable chassis," he stammers out, tugging and gripping on her breasts, "means that, that you can customize her..." He pants, close to losing control even as he goes through the sales pitch. "Your-- your own modifiable mate to fornicate..." GearGal V4 was lost in ecstasy, or at least did a great job of simulating appearing to be so. Her wet pussy tightened once more and her back arced, pressing her breasts further into his hands as she let out a piercing gasp. Hot, sticky cum burst forth from her flower, drenching Johnny's member in warm cream, the juices from her pussy dripping down the counter. "Ahhhhh! Mmmm... keep going, Johnny... I still need you to fill me up…" Mister Johnny thrusts like a madman, pistoning in and out, in and out... it's not long before he lets out a gasp of his own, burying his cock to the hilt into her dripping wet pussy before unleashing a torrent of cum into her. "FUCK!" He grinds against her back, still thrusting as their combined fluids fool on the counter.
GearGal V4 mmmm'd delightedly, leaning back against Johnny and drawing a hand across his jaw line. "As you can see, I'm not kidding when I say I'm perfectly designed to fulfill your every pleasure... but just in case you're not totally convinced, we have a little demonstration set up in the next room, don't we hun?" Mister Johnny nods, head resting heavily on her shoulder. "You better call now if you want to order from our limited stock. If our next demonstration doesn't convince ya, well, more for me."

The camera fades out, then back in to another scene. This stage is simply a leather couch with an abstract painting in the background. GearGal is here, and standing to her right is the SonySoft android, leading competition of the GearGal series. The SonySoft unit is tall with wide, curvy hips, large, perky breasts and grey skin covered in a fine circuitry pattern. Meanwhile, in a separate control room, this particular unit and her new robotic guests are having their more advanced processes and functions monitored by a few interns at control panels. Should testing get out of hand they can pull the plug in an instant and shut both fembots down.

GearGal V4 traced a hand down the front of the SonySoft machine's chest. Her index finger trails down her cleavage, and over where her navel would be. Pressing into this soft spot on the gynoid, she activates her. The SonySoft unit turns on and whirs loudly for a moment, before her eyes click on with a yellow glow. A sensual chime momentarily plays from her body and she assumes a sensual pose, hands on her hips as she shows off for the camera. "This should be interesting. Why don't you tell the people at home what they can expect from a unit like you?" GearGal says with a playful hint of a challenge in her voice. The SonySoft gynoid is only too happy to comply and with a prideful smile she explains her functions. “Unlike older units, this new frame is capable of withstanding 25% more stresses along all axes of movement. In addition, new programming allows to better multitask to satisfy multiple partners.” SonySoft looks over to GearGal, a metallic sigh coming out of her chromed mouth.
"While older units such as this were quite capable of providing....satisfactory...experiences.
For your complete pleasure needs, a newer frame is highly recommended. A frame.. much like mine!” The competition looks over to GearGal, as a metallic finger runs down her chromed arm and down to her silvery thigh. "I'm sure this unit was able to provide...adequate. Satisfaction.. at one time. But the best choice is clear.”

GearGal V4 smirked, and shook her head. "While it's true that your protocols are optimized
for multiple partners, the technology you're composed of hasn't been through trial and refinement like my systems and programming have. I'm tried, true, and I provide better sexual gratification, and for longer. Besides... you haven't mentioned that you're prone to shorts and crashes, and that GearGal tech is 56% more reliable for sustained use." The SonySoft robot throws her head back, a slightly metallic laugh emanating from her vox unit. The posturing and playful insults are delivered in an over-the-top manner, and seem forced and preprogrammed. "Goodness. That's quite a boast. You might want to add in that my SonySoft Programming and heuristics can be far more adaptive in anticipating a partner's needs. I would seem that this unit isn't aware of the recent advances in materials technology and reflex dynamics that has greatly improved my performance from initial specifications. Instead of us just standing here, perhaps a more comprehensive "system comparison” is needed.” SonySoft looks over to Gear hammer her hips slightly moving to a more sensual pose. "Time to show why you can't stop progress." Meanwhile, the interns in the control room get ready to prep the two machines for their demonstration.

GearGal V4 turned slowly to the SonySoft gynoid. Her hand slipped gently over her left
breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, is that a challenge? Alright. But don't blame
me when you're a smoky heap on the floor, choking on your overload sexual buffers."
GearGal V4 took in a deep, simulated breath. Gear pressed herself into the gynoid tightly,
her large, silvery breasts mashing with her competitor's. Slowly she started to lap over her
jaw line in long, sensual strokes, her hands caressing the gynoid's sides.
SonySoft moved her hands around the sides of GearGal's sides and slowly over
the silvered curves of her ass. Metallic fingers slowly closed over each cheek and slowly
knead and squeeze the shiny cheeks. “My dear....the closest you are going to get to an explosive orgasm tonight is just having an explosion. Quite a shame too. After I'm done with you, you won'tbe in good enough shape to be turned into a microwave.”
GearGal V4 giggled as she wiggled her hips into the gynoid's hands, pressing her firm buttocks
into her fingers. "Awww, is that so? Well, then you won't feel threatened if I do... this."
She stepped away gently and started to lick down the gynoid's ample cleavage, her tongue pressing into her metallic cover and leaving a warm trail of synthetic saliva. She tugged the robe her rival was wearing away to reveal her artificial nipples. She sucked one of the sensitive nubs into her mouth, rolling along the areola with her tongue with she teased the other stiff nipple with her thumb. "Mmm... A little nipple teasing... nothing your processors can't handle, right?"

SonySoft 's optical sensors blink several times as she rolls her head back, mouth open
and a low soft moan coming from between her lips. "MMMMm..that IS very nice. Basic...but very nice." In response she raised her leg slightly and pressed her thigh up between the smooth, silvery thighs of her competitor, slowly rubbing her own metallic-colored thigh against the junction of the GearGal's thighs.
GearGal V4 gasped gently as she felt the other gynoid's thigh starting to grind into her.
"What's the matter? Not programmed for foreplay? That's alright. I have enough for both of us..." The tip of her tongue started to send sensual sonic pulses into the competitor's sensitive nipple as her other hand slipped down her torso and over the curvy, plump ass. She squeezed tightly, and hummed into the gynoid's breast. "Each GearGal unit is equipped with a Multi-Tongue, which can vibrate, pulse, heat up and cool down. What is your oral capacity?"

The SonySoft smirked. “Oh, my cute little appliance...I've deleted more files of foreplay techniques then you've ever executed.” The SonySoft 's wide hips began to gyrate slightly as GearGal's fingers worked and groped against her own chromed ass. Her fingers firmly grasped the leg hole hems of the other gynoid’s small, tight outfit and with a sudden and strong rip, she tore the sheer clothing in half, exposing the GearGal's ample breasts. One hand moved up, firmly grasping and squeezing one of GearGal's exposed, silvery orbs, kneading and pressing the tips of her silvered fingered firmly against the pliable metal breast.
Stepping back for a moment, still clutching the breast and rubbing the other gynoid's
nipple against her own metallic palm she leaned down and slowly circled a circuit traced tongue in low long circles around her other nipple. "I would say that my SonySoft DynaTongue is more than a match for your ...pedestrian. attentions. " She pulled her tongue back, no more than a half an inch and a small arc of electricity leaps out from the tip of her tongue, arcing to the very end of GearGal's chromed nipple.
GearGal V4 gasped as her clothes were torn away, then again, louder as the electricity shocked her, causing her to jump. Her eyes flickered erratically, and her torso started to hum gently. "Mmmph... nice..." Meanwhile, back in the control room, another intern walked in with a tray of coffee lattes for those running the delicate equipment. It’s just sort of bad luck that his foot hit a snag in the carpet and sent him toppling forward, the coffee falling from his tray and dousing the monitors and control inputs for the two gynoids’ systems. As the boards shorted out, all the men in that room could do was watch the sputtering monitors as things out in the stage started to get out of hand…

Suddenly, the GearGal’s tongue, circling and teasing the competition's nipple became icy-cold, and she lapped earnestly into her breast, pillowing the other gynoid's circuitry-covered breast around her face. "Mmm... did I mention my Multi-Tongue’s capabilities also extend into my fingers...? My Multi-Touch fingers can do anything my tongue can... watch." The hand that was caressing the other gynoid's luscious backside slipped around her midriff and pressed into her red panties. She let her index finger trace gently around her synthetic clit, the fingertips suddenly buzzing with vibration and intense, sensual heat.
SonySoft stiffened slightly, a small twitch running up and down her entire form is joined
by a deep moan. Her left leg bended at the knee, her heel almost coming back to her own buttocks as another small twitch shakes her frame. "OOOOOhhh...I.. I see. B..but I think you're forgetting that such a feature like that would..would surely be incorporated into later models.” SonySoft pulled her hand back from it's clenching and kneading of her competitors metallic breast. Small arcs of blue electricity shot out from the tip of each finger, slowly dancing over the surface of the chromed orb before all five small arcs concentrate, and center on her nipple. Lowering her leg back to the ground, she planted her feet slightly farther apart, giving GearGal better access to the junction between her legs, while at the same time she slowly moves her own hand to Gear's abdomen, SonySoft pressing against the soft metallic covering and working it's way down.

GearGal V4 shuddered as the electricity played against her breast, and her hips jerked
forward, back arcing as the arcs centered on her silvery nipple. Her mouth hung open gently,
her eyes half-closed and blinking wildly. "I... Mmm... Y-you're very good..." She glanced over at the couch behind them, and gently started to nudge the other gynoid towards it, as the vibrating, heated fingers playing on her clit gave it a sharp squeeze. "I... mmm... have to admit, you're really working me up... I w-wonder if you can keep this up..."SonySoft slowly started to back her way toward the couch, glancing behind her for a brief moment. She moved her hand down the side of Gear's breast, small short bursts of blue electricity
still arcing out of her fingers. She slid her fingers over her rival's hips around to her bottom again, firmly grasping one of the ample cheeks and dragging her back with her towards the couch. SonySoft’s simulated breathing makes her chest rise and fall heavily, small shudders running through her body as she lets out small moan." Ohhh.... ..you are.. most pleasing. I'm..
I’m almost going to feel sorry for ruining you. I'll make sure I reserve at... least a few bytes of memory to remember this." Lowering herself to the chair she spread her legs and pulls the other chromed robot towards her. Leaning forward, she planted her silvery tongue against Gear's stomach, her own synthetic saliva dripping down as she blazes her way down and to her rival's bellybutton. She plunges her tongue deep, circling it and wriggling it around in that small sensitive divot.

GearGal V4 took in a sharp gasp as her bellybutton was lapped into. "Ahhh! MMMMM!"
She started to squirm gently, her hips thrashing as the SonySoft unit dug in. "Nnngh...
S-so hot..." She cradled her head with one hand, her other stretched out to her side, fingers splayed. "Unnnh... You're... you're making me so hot..." She pulled away from her tongue, her body twitching a few times as she tried to stabilize herself. "Mmm... Lemme taste that synthetic pussy of yours..." GearGal V4 knelt down and dug into the other gynoid's red panties with her teeth, ripping the fabric away and exposing her glistening, circuitry covered cunny. She started to lap along her folds in long, bold strokes.

SonySoft leaned back, a small bridge of synthetic saliva connecting the tip of her
tongue with GearGal's belly button. "Of course you're good at this. I AM.. I
mean I AM good at this. Every little bit of my programming is dedicated to achieve
optimal performance." SonySoft’s hands reached out to her sides, firmly grasping the leather of the couch. A tearing sound was heard as her fingers dig deep and penetrate the leather. She raised her hips to meet the MultiTongue of her rival, a deep metallic moan coming out of her mouth as she feels her rival's tongue working it's way between and over the metallic folds of her pussy. "AAAAAhhhh.. ohhhhh.. Goodness...Y..your tongue.. it's .... Incredible." GearGal V4 moaned into the SonySoft's folds, letting it cause vibrations that would spread though her hips. One silvery hand took her synthetic clit and pinched it sharply, her fingertips rhythmically pulsing heat and cold into the sensitive nub. Her MultiTounge pressed past the gynoid’s labia and into her sex, twisting and lapping at her inner walls. "How are you holding out up there?" She asked through her vox so as not to disturb her ministrations. Her
free hand slipped up the gynoid's stomach, and pressed a finger into her own sensitive navel, twisting gently. SonySoft arched her back, thrusting her ample breasts out. Her hands shot back up, and pinched her own silvery nipples between her metallic fingers. Tugging and twisting on them she rocked her head back and forth, the whine of strained servos is just audible above her deep moans and grunts. " You....you are... doing...wonderfully.. this feels... *Unable to access response thesaurus*". Her stomach flexes and twitches as Gear's finger gently plays with her own belly button, in time with the bucking of her hips as her synthetic pussy and clit are expertly stimulated, by her rival. GearGal V4 giggled at the glitch in her rival's speech. She drove herself deeper, her silvery mouth sealing over the SonySoft unit's crotch. Gear's MultiTounge started to rotate slowly, like a drill, yet still retained it's dexterity as it twisted and lapped, trying to find her most sensitive areas. "Hmhm, you okay up there?" Gear didn't let up for a moment, tugging and teasing at that clit, and pressing into it deeply while her other hand started to vibrate and pulse into her rival's bellybutton. "You taste so nice... and your body was built so beautifully... I could eat you all night..."

SonySoft's optical sensors opened wide, the protective sheath over one of them
fluttering erratically. Metallic fingers pull tightly on her large breasts, pulling them out far
enough that each breast looks like a stretched, circuitry covered cone. "You..you’ll.. get that C..chance. But.. I.. I’m going to make you..melt in thermal shutdown f..first. Let's see..let's see how you do under a..full load." Letting go of her nipples, they snapped back into place, making her chromed breasts jiggle as they take their natural shape. She reached down, hands firmly pressed into Gear's sides, and began to lift her up. Turning slightly, she grunts as the strain of lifting the other gynoid taxes her servos. Deftly flipping her around as she lies back, herself now completely prone she lowers Gear back down, her rival's head still firmly nestled between her own legs and her own head now between Gear's thighs, the other gynoid’s pussy only inches above her waiting face. The GearGal squirmed in her rival's grip, doing her best to keep her face buried in her synthetic pussy as she was manipulated into place. Her rotating tounge started to go faster, whirring gently as it picked up speed. Then... it started to extend, becoming longer and longer as it's rotating drilling mass squirmed and snaked around in the other gynoid's sex. Her hands rubbed up and down her juicy thighs, squeezing into her silvery frame. "C'mon sexy... show me what that DynaTounge can do!"
SonySoft twitched slightly as the Multitongue begins to work it's way deeper into her sex.
Synthetic fluids begin to leak out from deep within her, as she feverishly bucks her hips against the deeply penetrating tongue of her competitor. Opening her mouth wide she firmly placed her lips around the nether lips of her rival. She slid her metallic tongue along the cleft in Gear's pussy, slowly parting the lips of her metallic flower. Her strong hands attach themselves to Gears ass cheeks and firmly dig into the soft metallic mounds. Like GearGal, her own vox-unit is capable of working despite her own mouth being firmly wrapped around the pussy of the other gynoid. ".. I..I have you right where you want to be. ..<bzzz> No. where I want you! ..t..This is where this contest ends... obsolete.. AAAAAAAhhhh..oh.. ..
oh maker! ..... ..unit!"

GearGal V4 started to moan loudly, her back arcing and forcing her synthetic folds into
the SonySoft's mouth. Gear decided to see if she could stimulate her rival with dirty talk.
While her hot, penetrating tongue forced itself deeper into the other gynoid's juicy folds, she took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and tugged, stretching it out and letting it snap back into place a few times. "Mmm... Unnh, oh, yes, your tongue IS wonderful... You're gonna make me cum so hard... can you imagine it? My perfect, sticky synthetic cum is going to run all over your face and breasts... you're going to be such a mess... mmmph..." Her metallic inner walls pressed into the other gynoid's tongue tightly, giving her a small squirt of her synthcum as a sample SonySoft lifts her hips up high, pressing her sex harder against the face of her rival. Deep within her, her own synthcum begins to leak out in abundance, coating and lubricating her massively long tongue that probed deep inside her. "Oh... give me all of your cum you nasty little gynoid! I'm going to cum so hard, I’m going to flood all of your sub processors and even your back ups! You're I’m going to make you *sexual expression failed to generate*.And now.. now you’re going to see why the DynaTongue is far superior.. OHHHHHhh oh..oh... T..to your....w..wonderful..t..talended..a..amazing. I.. I mean..a..adequate..Multitongue."

SonySoft pulls her head back slightly, letting the lips of her mouth separate from
the juicy robotic netherlips of her rival. Her tongue snakes out, and begins to plunge into the
pussy of the other gynoid, writhing and snaking it's way up. With a bit of a static filled chuckle the tongue splits in two, right down the middle, now TWO tongues work their way up into GearGal, each one writhing and wriggling differently and in opposing ways, stretching out the inner, metallic walls of her rival. GearGal V4 pulled off of the other gynoid's sex as her tongue split, her mouth hanging open gently and her eyes flickering wildly. Sparks dance along her forehead and smoke wafts from her ears. "I... I... OH! T-that's... OHHH!" She pulled herself into a sitting position now, squatting over the SonySoft’s face, her hips gyrating slowly into her two long, wriggling tongues. Moan after lusty moan lift from her lips, her synthetic coming forth freely now. "Unnh... S-so... close... I'm... unnh..." Her hips started to jerk erratically as her ever building climax reached it's peak, showering her rival with hot, sticky synthetic cum, the thick cream running over her face and down her neck and breasts, "OHHHHHhhhhmmm... T-that was so good... mmmph... let me return the favor..." Quickly, she pulled forward, off of those two wriggling tounges, and pivoted around so she could bury herself in the SonySoft's folds. She jammed her face in hard, enough to make her whole body jiggle, and her tongue went right back to work, extending and lapping at her innermost depths, one hand finding her belly button again and sending a quick jolt of pleasurable electricity through it, her other roughly flicking over and tugging her clit. After a minute of rough play, she slowed down, not quite allowing her rival to reach orgasm, always keeping her on the brink.
SonySoft opened her mouth widely to accept the shower of her rival's synthetic juices,
drinking deeply and swallowing them as her own mouth was filled. Wet gurgling sounds escape
her lips as she convulses, eyes shooting open. " <BBZZ> NNNNGgg...oh.. oh you..You... you taste.. *thesaurus fail-fail-faaaaaaaa-*. " As GearGal once again plunged her tongue deep into her own depths she throws her head back, a deep and pleasured moan coming out of her vox-box. Hips writhe and her entire body shakes and quivers, her large breasts jiggling as she feels each circuit come alive. The jolt of electricity only threw her over the electronic edge more, the scream and yelp gaining a crackling quality to it as each servo begins to fire off, making her whole body shake uncontrollably. " W..what are you *processor buffer overload*... D..doing to me. How..how can you do *buffer override*...do..do this. You're...s..supposed to be obselete!"

GearGal V4 suckled hard on the other gynoid's quavering lips. Her tongue doubled back and drilled into her rival's g-spot. "Because, each GearGal goes through one-hundred hours of continued use to ensure proper operation. Now why don't you go back to playing with your tits like a good little slut-bot?" She reached up with the hand that was teasing her clit, and spanked her rival's breasts to make them jiggle. "The way you stretched them out was actually pretty sexy, I have to admit. What is your synth-cover made of?" SonySoft’s metallic sounding grunts and groans come from her vox, while she grits her teeth in a imitation of being pushed to the limits of pleasure. She bites down on her lower, chromed lip as her nostrils flare, the simulated breathing program pushing air in an out of her chest at a furious rate. Hands reach back up grasping the silvery nubs of her nipples and she pulls them taut again, pulling them a good ways out from her chest. "My... outer..c..covering is.. is composed of... nano weave polymer.. over..a.. A duranium s..sheath. It's..it's rated at.. NNNNGGGggg.. oh.. H..how could you be programmed to..do THAT!!!!! *critical malfunction detected, unable to compromise*.” Desperate to not fall behind, her mouth opens and her tongue snakes out, lengthening and stretching out a great distance to find the metallic folds of her rivals.
With great force she jams her tongue up parting the wet metallic walls of the GearGal.

GearGal V4 let out a blast of hot air though her mouth as that tongue pressed into her again.
Her body quivered under that tongue finding her again, and she gripped onto it's length with
the hand that was in her rival's navel. Her tongue started to lash violently in and out of the SonySoft’s folds, and she activated it's vibration setting, heated it to a sensually hot temperature, and small, studded bumps grew along its length as it started to rotate and lick inside the other gynoid with all her programmed and learned skill. The hand on her clit stretched it out 'very' far, and her other hand rubbed down it's length as she held it extended. Swirling arcs of electricity dance around SonySoft’s tongue and shoot their way up and
into the parted lips of the GearGal. The bolts of electricity pulse and gain in intensity,
while her tongue continued to ply it's way deeper into Gear's synthetic pussy. Her legs spread, nearly perpendicular to her body now, gave the GearGal unit unrestricted access to her own sex. A raspy and somewhat static filled shriek pierced the air as her own metallic clit is tugged inhumanly far out, stretching out an incredible distance. The twitching throughout her own body becomes more pronounced, servos now whining loudly in protest at the strain they found themselves under. Synthetic cum spurted out of her pussy, and up into Gears’ face, where it drips off back down onto her rival's body. "....M.. must.... M.. make you.....C..cum again.. before .. S..shut down.. I.. imminent. "

GearGal V4 nodded, and pulled her mouth away from the SonySoft’s headed folds. She sat back on the couch, legs spread wide to let that electric tongue please her. "Mmmph... Y-you're gonna do just that... lick me out..." Her hips started to thrust and her ass slapped back against the leather couch as she bounced into that tongue. Her walls clenched again, a second spray of synthetic cream coating the long tongue and puddling on the cushion under her. Her rival's synthcum glistened of her face as she stood up and looked down at the other gynoid. She opened a small panel on her own thigh, and pulled out a long, thick dildo, and handed it to the malfunctioning SonySoft. "Here, finish yourself off with this. I want to get a good seat for your 'finale'." With that, Gear stepped back, and looked on at the clearly beaten machine. "Go ahead and show me how you play with that, hun."

SonySoft 's optics twitched, each protective covering rapidly closing and opening at different rates. Her voice, the pitch slightly elevated and sounding a bit more tinny, stutters slightly out of her vox box. "..AAAA... T..taste so.. so good… m-must.. process. Process...more." Her tongue buried deep within Gear's pussy pistoned in and out, the small arcs of electricity dancing over it's surface occasionally lashing out to make contact with her competitors silvered lips and her clit, her hand clumsily reached out, fumbling slightly to grasp the dildo. Taking it in one hand she manages to place the large object against the silvery lips of her own sex, slowly shoving it as far as it will go into her own sex. "<BBBZzzzz> ...... Oh.. oh *expletive failure* this .. this is.. *expletive failure* F..fantastic. C..can you.. see.. H..how im ..b..beating you. Y..you're just..sitting there.. W..while I'm...."

GearGal V4 ran her own hands up her breasts, taking each nipple in hand and giving herself a gentle squeeze as that tongue kept coaxing more and more of her juices from her dripping cunny. "Mmm... Y-you better keep going if... mmph... you're gonna win..." Gear's panting became ragged, her clenching sex tight against that invading tongue, her juices flowing down it's length and dripping into the floor. SonySoft head twitches from side to side, the sound of her neck servo grinding quite evident. Her tongue still plunged deep inside the GearGal unit, but occasionally spasms, it's movements jerky and seemingly random. Electricity still arcs off of the writhing tongue onto and into the pussy of GearGal at random intervals.
SonySoft’s own pussy is filled with the large dildo, being pistoned in and out of her self with her own hand, her synthetic juices flow easily out of her around the seal between her lips and the object and onto the couch, soaking it completely in synthetic cum. SonySoft’s voice is halting now, and distinctly more 'robotic' sounding. '..Y...you will cum...for..this unit. This unit...continues to pleasure..itself..and you.. T..This unit... has ...has won..contest..."

GearGal V4 quavered, her own eyes starting to blink erratically. She moaned hotly, her pussy squeezing tight as she orgasmed again, more synthcum flooding out of her body with a gentle hissing sound to indicate she was starting to run low. "Ummmph... S-so you think it's like THAT, hmm? Ahhh... Allow... me to knock you down a peg..." She took hold of the tongue electrifying her folds and yanked it out, holding
the quivering robotic muscle in her hand. With her other, she forcefully took the dildo from her rival, and started to jam it in roughly, twisting it as she penetrated the SonySoft roughly. "I wonder if your systems will survive the next orgasm you have to process..."
SonySoft haltingly and in jerky motions, thrusted her hips up off the couch. The dildo pushed deep into her, pushing the metallic walls of her sex apart to their near limit. "...F..foolish..def..def..def..def..defective unit. I.. have you...W..where you want me. *error* ..W..where I want you. T..this is the end!. " As her mouth opens even wider, a ball of electricity begins to form within it. However. instead of the intense voltage traveling down her tongue and into the hand of the GearGal, the electricity began to play out across her own face and mouth. Soon her whole body is alight in dancing arcs of blue electricity. A large bolt arced between her silvery nipples, and her body began to writhe uncontrollably. Her entire supply of synthcum comes bursting out of her, nearly in one massive explosion of liquid, shooting the dildo out of her sex, and freely flowing all over the couch.

A raspy, hollow, metallic voice comes from her vox, broken by static and garbled words "...N.. not fair. .G..Geargirl unit... ..s..superior. ..." SonySoft optics grow dim and the unit falls limp. She seems to be completely inert, but then suddenly, a panel on her chest explodes open, revealing the LED-lined circuitry within. It smoked with dark wafting fumes, and made an audible sizzle as lights inside dimmed and went out. GearGal V4 leaned down and kissed the ruined gynoid's forehead gently. She turnedaround and waved at the camera in all her glistening, nude glory. "There you have it folks!The GearGal unit may be an older model, but I'm still superior to the leading competitor! I hope you had as much fun watching as I did showing off. Have fun and guy YOUR GearGal toda-… I smell… burning." The GearGal looked perplexed, raising a finger to her lips as she tried to decipher where the intense smell was coming from… then suddenly, her teeth grit and her eyes crossed sharply before her arms were held extended at her sides. “I-I-I-I Gear Gal Gal agaaaaal Today-ay *Error, processor damage detected, power surge detected cannot comp-comprooooo-OH!” With that last surprised gasp, her head exploded in a shower of plastic scrap, leaving her body’s arms pinwheeling as it tried to remain balanced, until a web of sparks traveled over the jiggling, curvy frame and it pitched to the floor, the sexbot’s ass pushed up into the air suggestively.
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After Hours

2016-09-23T19:40:52Z

JohnFabar4: Adding this to the malfunction category.

So, I suppose we should just get started with the introductions, huh? My name is Melanie Nelson. I'm not telling you my age, but know I'm just out of college and I have been sitting on a diploma in the field of consumer robotics for the past year. What else should you know about me? I have brown, kinda' frumpy hair and green eyes. Beyond that, you really don't need to know that much more, do you? Since the story isn't about me, anyway.

This story is about my life as an electronics retail assistant at a local national chain megastore. You might have had experience here, so maybe you know what I mean. But for the uninitiated, my job title is what some corporate big-wig figured would make some people proud of the fact that they were a gofer in the electronics department. Technically, I sell electronic do-dads, but I am still under a manager, himself under a manager, so on and so forth. A chain of middle management so long as to rival the ever-expanding length of the universe and just as unknowable to the individual human mind.

Ultimately, I feel better as a gofer here than someone who has to actually sell things on a regular basis. Mostly because of the fact that I find myself repulsed by the idea of trying to steer people towards the more expensive garbage simply to make more sales. Wasn't it enough that we got enough in terms of holo-projectors with a wide-display format to pay for the department several times over? I'm not selling some kid the latest crap shooter game because some big company plugs it, although you give the customer what they want, I guess.

That's why I don't do sales, I couldn't sell a space heater to Eskimos.

Inuit...Thule? Sorry.

But yeah. I don't like lying to people, I don't like using bullshit tactics to get someone to buy something other than what they want, or what they need. I'm content to just point people in the right direction when they are looking for something and leave it up instead to the resident sales wunderkind; 'Jasmine'.

Yes. I swear to God, her name is Jasmine. And frankly, she fits the name in all the wrong ways. She's beautiful. Oh, my God, she is smoking hot. Oh, yeah. I like girls, by the way. Don't get too pervy about it, though. I'm as plain jane as it gets. Frumpy hair, thin as a rail and I need glasses to see anything other than an image of the world that looks like a broken camera lens. I'm about as dorky looking as it gets, and let me tell you; Jasmine does not fail to mention it.

Picture this in your head: an hour-glass figure, chest that barely seems capable of staying within her uniform vest and the shirt underneath (and believe me, the shirts she wears do nothing to help her keep decent and I don't think she cares) and long, slender legs and thick thighs. Slightly tanned skin, she's got a bit of Guchi/Jersey Shore thing going on. Never heard of that show? Take it from me; sometimes a knowledge of ancient pre-holo television can be a drawback, you're better off not knowing. Her face is pretty, but a little too pretty. A little too smooth and straight and...ideal. I figured it was plastic surgery.

But Jasmine's looks didn't measure up to her personality. She put on a smile and flashed perfect white teeth at customers, but she did it in the sleaziest ways. She would always hold the items close to that chest of hers, and bat her eyelashes at customers and smile with those full painted lips. Jesus, they'd buy anything if they thought she could sleep with her. And, sorry to say it, but the vast majority of electronics nuts are still male, mostly the stereotypically socially awkward nerdy types versed enough in tech lore to know what they want but too new to the scene to know the better places to get it, as well as meatheads who are over the hill who wanted to watch TV on holoprojectors and justifying it by saying it was to watch the ubiquitous “game”. I never know what game, and I don't bother to ask. I just point them to Jasmine who knows about as much about what she's selling as I know about sports.

Which, is to say, next to nothing. I have had to repeat myself nine or ten times to explain to her what's going on in her department, how the holoprojectors work, how the computers work, how the home robotics work. And when she does listen to me, it never seems to stick. I'll be in the middle of something important when suddenly, I'll hear her annoying voice quack my way, and then I end up having to explain things to the guy. Me, the frumpy nerd, having to explain the technical details while the curvy airhead with the black ponytail, big red lips and black eyeliner smiles pretty and sticks her big tits out his way.

Do you hear that? That muffled sound of something smacking against thin wood? That's the bones of Susan B. Anthony spinning in their grave like dreidels. And before you ask, she's been employee of the month for Electronics for two of the three months she's been working here.

Jasmine, not the corpse of Susan B. Anthony.

Anyway, now that you have some idea of what I put up with, I suppose we could now move on to what happened to me one night when the most horrifying possibility became one of the most interesting nights of my life.

I stood there, staring into space. I was vapid, jaw slightly dropped, head cocked to one side as I watched green text stream into my vision. I could feel my mind start to slip away from me, and when I was suddenly addressed, I began an awkward stuttering, jerking up straight as I heard the voice of my Master.

Or, Manager. But the way he drives us, I feel like he expects me to call him that.

I quickly reached up and tapped the sides of my SmartGlasses, turning off the sexy story from TechnosexVibe and quietly forcing myself to some more normal state of being. I had the rather irrational notion that my manager somehow saw what I was reading and that I'd either be handed my pink slip or asked to write down a web address, but no. Instead, it was 8 PM, and he was now about to flex what little muscle he had in the world of corporate dog-eat-dog dickery.

“Melanie, I know you were planning on heading home tonight at your usual time...”

Oh, no.

“...But because everyone else on the shift...”

Sweet lord, no.

“...you are going to have to stay here and cover for the after hours shift.”

Fuck.

“You'll be working with Jasmine for--”

FUCK NO.

“--got it?”

I looked my manager right in the eyes behind my adjustable resolution glasses, pushing them up my nose slightly. I could feel the steaming indignation rise up in my chest, rising up like the fires of Vesuvius as I heard his 'sorries' but saw the power-trip running across his face. At this point, if I could kill with my thoughts, I'd be concentrating very hard to avoid a case of psychic manslaughter. Good thing then I'm not a mutant or something.

To say that this was a nightmare scenario is an understatement. The after hours were a time when we had nothing but ourselves and an automated security system. It would be me, Jasmine and maybe a janitor, depending on if the unions would make us hire an actual flesh-and-blood human for that job and not a silver hockey puck with a built-in mop. Regardless, it meant that we would be expected to do inventory as well, which meant going into the back room and making sure that all the storage boxes were packed and ordered correctly. One-by-one with a checklist.

Yeah. It was pretty fucking awful.

“...yeah, okay, I got it. Inventory night, right?”

“Riiiiiight, you get to count boxes for the rest of the night. Can't say I envy you. Anyway, I gotta' go and enjoy my time at home. So, you have fun! Don't worry, you'll have our best employee on hand to help you out!”

On second thought, I wish I could have killed the prick where he stood. I resisted the urge to throw any kind of insult in return and the little dweeb knew how badly I had wanted to. Jesus, who the hell is proud of themselves when they act like that? Needless to say, as soon as the object of my immediate anger walked off, and when I stopped pretending to shoot lasers from my eyes, I turned and walked from my position over by the information desk to find Jasmine. I walked through the aisles and finally found her. Finger on her cell-device, talking into the air like she had a mental disorder of some sort. I let out a sigh. It was so far outside of what she should have been doing, but I suspected the manager had some distant notion that if he treated her well, she'd sleep with him or something. I shook my head as I tried to speak.

“Jasmine, did you--”

“Shush, I'm talking.”

I glared at Jasmine as she continued to prattle. Why didn't I interrupt her? Because, at the time, I figured the last thing I needed was to have to worry about her shouting at me about an inane phone call while the last of the people who were likely to pay for things bought their last-minute purchases. Yes, we were open 24 hours, but that was really only twelve effective hours and -maybe- the occasional person wandering in for an occasional soda or on their way home from a night shift job themselves. Unless there was a big sales event, people rarely came in to buy electronics at 4 AM, and I remain convinced that is a qualifier for some kind of terrorist watch list.

I rolled my eyes and put my hand on my hip, and then finally let out a sigh of relief as she finished up.

“What,” was the single-word reply to what I had half-said earlier. Between the impatient tone and the obvious annoyance, it was like standing in front of a wire as it broke and snapped my way. It was at this point that I was in a bit of a conflict. I wanted to tell her that she was stuck with me for the night and watch her reaction to it. But I also knew that whatever displeasure she experienced, she was likely to experience it for the rest of the night. She glared at me the whole while, a dull stare that seemed at once aggravated and bored.

“Guess a bunch of people on the late shift decided that they didn't want to come in tonight. We're stuck with inventory duty. Now, am I just repeating information you have already been told? We gotta' spend the rest of the night on this, so I want to be sure.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes and slapped her hands on her thighs, head tilting back like a turkey trying to catch raindrops. She then brought it down and glared at me. “Are you fucking with me, Mel? I got, like, a social date tonight. Maybe you don't quite know what that is, but that's--”

I let out a sigh. “Quit it with the stupid insults. Don't kill the messenger, I'm not exactly happy to be in this situation myself. But seeing as how I like being able to pay my rent, I'm stuck doing this the same as you. So we can at least try to be professional about it, if not civil.”

It was like I was speaking gibberish. She just stared at me and shook her head. “What-ever, all I know is that I'm going to tell that stupid manager that he can find someone else to do it, 'cuz I ain't doin' that kind of work for nobody. I'm sales, I don't lift boxes.”

I watched, incredulous, as she strutted off.

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Two hours later, she was standing right next to me as we stared out at the warehoused materials in the back of the store. The massive storage area consisted of shelves with stacked boxes on pallets in a room as oppressively dull as any military bunker, with fluorescent lights flickering overhead. In here, there was enough product that, should the end of days come and customers still demanded their lawn ornaments, soon-to-be-recalled high chairs and holoprojectors big enough to cover the Great Wall of China, we had about enough to last about three months. The place was more of a warehouse than a storeroom, really. Which I suppose is the same when you think about it, save most storerooms don't have shelves stacked up to the fifth story.

The job was actually not all that difficult, it was just long, tedious, and required typing in a lot of numbers. The boxes had various registration numbers—lot numbers, IPN numbers, model numbers and so on—that we had to record. The machine did most of the work, that is to say, our huge, clunky, old-school handheld computer devices that used only a basic holographic interface. Despite this place being one of the huge megacorporations that strangled the megacorporations that strangled small business supply chain stores, this place really needed to upgrade its tech. But they would record the information, talk to a server somewhere, get something confused, mess it up, require the server to confirm the screw up, then order us to do another scan when we were four or so rows down.

It is a task that nobody really wants to do. We never have enough staff for it. It's redundant—the people who load the items into storage record what they put in, or are supposed to—and because we don't have enough people, the five-story tall storage shelves with their dozens of crates arranged in rows six crates deep have to be checked by less than five people every three weeks. Again, only because the corporations in charge don't trust us to do the jobs we were hired for.

But as I looked to Jasmine, I realized that this paranoid mentality was probably not entirely misplaced. She was there with her phone, texting away. Her thumb blurred across the screen as she texted up a storm with one hand and one finger. It would have been impressive, but as far as I am concerned, speed-typing in a language that amounts to a grammatical train wreck was not something that is all that impressive. It's like being good at the kazoo. And right now, it was irritating me to the point where I was going to smack the phone out of her hand and watch its cheaply put together components scatter across the floor. But I had to be diplomatic about this. One wrong move, and I'd be doing this all night by myself.

“Jasmine...Jasmine!” I shouted it out as she let out a huff. With a few more swipes of her thumb across the flat screen, likely to let whoever was sharing in the inanity know about the horrible fire-breathing bitch who was making her do work at her job, she closed the messaging app and pocketed the phone, putting her hand on her hip. In irritation, I pushed my smart glasses up my nose and let out a heavy sigh. Compose yourself, I thought privately. Let's just get through this night and then maybe you can switch to a different department. I lifted the tablet scanner, in the hopes that it would knock her back into the real world and she'd be reminded, however unfortunately, of the predicament that we now found ourselves in.

“Here's how we're going to do it. I've got my walkie-talkie, you got yours. I say, you go down to the right side, work your way up, then come back down and repeat. I'll do the same on the left. Then, we meet in the middle. You do your part, I'll do mine, hopefully we will be out of here before four in the morning.”

Jasmine blinked a few times. She put a finger to her lips. The way her eyes turned upwards was almost stereotypically bimbo-esque. Looking back on it, what was weird was how it was still seductive. I mean, yeah, I'm a lesbian, but the way her hips tilted and her chest puffed out in a huff, a straight woman would have picked up on it. It had all the subtlety of a train colliding with a plane being ridden by a dinosaur. I was too irritated to notice it at the time however. I had wanted to go home the second I got into work, and now I was looking at something that could only rival childbirth in how laborious and painful it would be. Jasmine then brought her head down, giving me that condescending look, and then rolling her eyes at me.

“Yeah, like, whatever. Sure. We'll do it that way, and then I won't get to see your frumpy ass for the next few hours.” 'Frumpy'? My, my, weren't we using the big words? Probably pulled that one out of a tabloid by accident. I kept my thoughts to myself as I just turned around and went to do the task that I had given myself.

As I went to the first row of crates, I walked up to the shelf and put the device into a railed track with a bracket intended to hold the device. It had a USB-style plug, which interfaced with the tablet's software and the software on the bracket. They began the process immediately, and while I could easily scan the first crate in the row on the bottom, the rest would have required step ladders, which were worker's comp lawsuit magnets. And seeing as how not everyone was trained to use the robotic forklifts and pulling the crates down and back up again would have taken time, this was deemed the most expedient solution. But the rail system had issues in its initial deployment, so that meant that they only moved on their own vertically. Some software bug, or something.

So, I had to sit, and wait, as the scanner went up and back down again. Then, I had to cross-reference everything myself. I often do it twice, because sometimes it can be hard to tell when the software just fucks up and...well, needless to say, it is a long process that is way more complex than it should be that should be handled by more people. So that left me twiddling my thumbs while I waited for the tablet to come back down again. And once it was...row one of fuck knew how many was done. I double checked and cross-referenced the lot numbers in the store's database and so far, it all looked good.

The night continued on like this. At the third row, I reached down and plucked my walkie-talkie from my hip. Though technology had advanced, the walkie-talkie was pretty much the same, although unlike the ones of prior centuries, these had flat screens instead of physical buttons and dials. I'm a tech buff, so I catch myself comparing new to old frequently. I keyed in Jasmine's frequency and brought it to my lips. A little beeping noise issued from the device as I got it ready to speak into. “Jasmine, how's it going?”

The response was about what I expected. “I'm on my sixth row while you're babbling at me. How about you do me a favor and be quiet, huh?”

Remain cool. Remain calm. “Yeah, right, okay. Just keep doing your work.”

“You don't tell me what I--” I turned it off and sighed. Sixth row? She was doubling me? She must have been skipping procedure. I cursed myself. I knew I was going to have to be making up for her screw-up somewhere down the line tonight. I just knew it. Still, I decided to remain stalwart in my resolve and went back to counting numbers on the sides of boxes.

But it was about the eighth row down that the night started getting strange. I just got my tablet back and as I was going down to the ninth row to get it set up, about two hours after I started, I suddenly got a little beep from my walkie. I turned my head down and then snatched it. I hadn't heard anything from her, but didn't want to. I decided to leave her alone and hope that I could get her blamed for it. I brought it up and then spoke into it.

“Jasmine, if you just got on to tell me about how--”

“Are you feeling lonely?”

The question, the utter randomness of it, caught me off guard. I paused. My brows furrowed and I found myself too dumbfounded to really speak.

“Are you feeling lonely?” Once again, the question was posed to me, but I finally had my brains together enough to actually respond.

“Okay. What?”

“I can make you feel so much less lonely...I'm feeling lonely over here. How about you come over and we can cuddle a little?” The voice was unmistakably seductive. Again, she wasn't exactly hiding her intentions, even with just her voice over the walkie. This was just not Jasmine. Not the braindead she-bat that I had come to know and loved to hate. To be fair, she made it easy for me. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to think of a good response to it.

“Um...No?” To be fair, were it not for the fact that I already had a girlfriend and that even considering doing anything with this woman would have been a violation of my admittedly few real principles and ethics, not to mention my sense of pride, I'd jump at the chance to cuddle a bubbly-headed F-Cupped hourglass like that. But I tended to see past Jasmine's good looks at the spoiled rotten brat that she was. Now, here she is, asking if I wanted to cuddle, at work? It was like up and down were reversed for me. I was feeling strangely surreal. Was Jasmine...being nice?

“Can you make me you feel soooooo much less--” And then suddenly, the transmission went out. I thought Jasmine must have been crank calling me, truly bored and deciding to waste my time. Oh, I was willing to bet the bitch was snickering and chuckling or some variation of derisive laughter (derisive? Geez, that's an odd one, even for me...) at my expense. I shook my head, wondering what idiocy made her think that spouting gibberish requests for cuddles counted as a prank anyway. I pulled the walkie to my face and hit the send button.

“Jasmine, whatever dumb idea you might be having right now, stop it. It isn't funny. At all. Or even insulting.” Releasing the button, I then waited for a response...And got nothing. Bringing the walkie back over my lips, I keyed the send button again. “Jasmine...Jasmine, are you there? Where are you?” So I can kick your ass, I thought to myself. First the calls and now this. I had thought that whatever stupidity she was trying to pull tonight was going a little too far. That was when I started to hear my personal phone go off. I sighed, and then set the walkie down.

When I pulled the phone out of my pocket and looked down at it (smart glasses were great for web surfing, but my model sucked for making calls), I let out a pleasant sigh when I saw the ID. The image was fit for a model's headshot, and it always made me feel better whenever I saw it. That shoulder-length auburn hair, with just a bit of a bounce, surrounding a beautiful Asian face. I activated the device with one hand, the other still holding the radio and brought the phone to my ear. I hated holographic calls, never any privacy. And with Jasmine still prowling around, I didn't want the bother.

“Tomoko! Hey, babe, listen I can't call for long. What's up?”

“Oh, nothing Mel-chan! I was just wondering where you were. Normally, you are home by now and you don't often go out after work, so I just wanted to know if you were okay?” Tomoko had been my girlfriend for just over a year now. We had met at an electronic gaming expo. She was one of the booth girls. I hardly qualify for that, but we got to talking when the game she was representing was brought up in a conversation and we really hit it off. Three dates later and we're going steady. Oh, and before you go expecting any great twists in this story? Yeah, my girlfriend is also a gynoid. I could go on, but I actually want to finish telling you this story tonight without getting sidelined talking about how awesome my girl is. Besides, that's for me and her, anyway. I could feel my blush grow as I heard that cute voice use that term for me.

“Jeez, quit callin' me that, you make me feel like a webcomic character, or something. I'm still at work. We got stuck with a shit shift and it looks like I might not be in for the next few hours.” I actually love that she calls me that. Unlike a lot of people, I know how much that honorific means. And no, she's not programmed to say it, beyond her own developed software. I could hear her repeat it several times just to tease me, and I smiled softly, attempting not to giggle like a schoolgirl should Jasmine be nearby.

“So, Mel~”, Tomoko was teasing now, “what's holding you up? It isn't anything serious I hope!”

“No, nothing that bad. It's just who I am stuck with. Jasmine, from my department.”

“Ah,” was Tomoko's only reply. She knew of Jasmine from the many times I've vented to her about my fellow co-worker. She always listened and comforted me on it. I admit, at times it is hard to tell when factory programming ends and actual self-developed programming begins, but I figure it is the same as looking at a human and asking what they are born with and what they have come to learn. Anyway.

“Yep. Lookin' like a long night doing inventory. Jasmine's screwing around, so I gotta' go see if I can figure out what's going on. I'll kick her ass, if I have to. I want to go home already, I won't lie. Listen, babe, I gotta' go, okay?” I smiled as I heard her sigh.

“Okay, Mel-Chan. I'll see you later tonight, I hope!” The call ended, and I put the phone in my pocket. I could not ask for a better girlfriend, in all honesty. And, no, that isn't just because of the gynoid thing. She's more than just a robot...there I go, on a tear about her again. Oh well. Back to the story, because this is where it gets interesting...

I once more put the walkie to my face, hitting the send button. “If you don't answer me, I swear to God, I am going to come over there and kick your ass!” I knew that should have got a response out of her, but instead I got nothing. Silence. Now, I started to get concerned. Jasmine might have been a pain in the ass, but she was still a co-worker and a person. So, unsure of what to expect, I put my work aside, bringing the ID scanner with me so I didn't lose it. I calmly but quickly walked to where I knew Jasmine was, but it wasn't much to start with. Her half of the storeroom was still a big one, which had rows of boxes that made it difficult to see what exactly was behind it. Row after row was empty. Then, I finally turned the corner of the fourth giant row of boxes.

The first thing I noticed was an ID scanner, like mine around my neck. I was going to start yelling at her for breaking it, when I noticed that there was a tilted over ladder nearby. I paused a moment when I saw sprawled legs on the floor. Oh no, I thought. I rushed around the corner, expecting to see the worst...When I saw something entirely different instead.

Given who I am telling this to, you can probably guess where this is going. Expecting to see a dead woman with a twisted neck laying underneath a fallen ladder, I instead found a gynoid with a twisted neck laying malfunctioning under a ladder. Jasmine lay with her hands at her sides. She hadn't even tried to brace her fall. And when she had fallen, she probably hit the ground head first. There was a scrape of synthetic skin missing from her forehead, I knew it was synthetic because of the lack of blood and the fact that what was underneath was a cranium made of cloudy white plastic. Her head was twisted backwards, the synthetic skin broken, a few wires visible underneath. Rather embarrassingly, her bubbly ass was jutting up into the air. Sparks snapped from her neck as an electronic buzz came from her body. Her upper lip curled slightly, her left eye rolled upwards slightly.

Needless to say, I was relieved. For a human, this was fatal. For a robot, it was repairable damage. But what really had me ecstatic, more than that fact, was the fact that she was a robot in the first place. Suddenly, it all made sense! Her figure, her skin, the way she walked and talked, the way she thought...The only thing that had really thrown me off was that abrasive personality. It wasn't to say that all gynoids were programmed to be super-helpful and servile, but very few are intentionally programmed to be...well, snotty, bratty bitches. I figured this was either bad programming or perhaps someone had a thing for that sort of high school popular girl bullshit. Lots of unresolved issues in that later one, I figure...

But still. Here it was. Payback. It may have been hypocritical of me to look at it that way. After all, if Tomoko was in this situation, I'd be in a panic. But Tomoko was a nice and sweet person—and I stress person here, regardless of her nature as an AI—whereas Jasmine was anything but. I didn't view it as taking advantage of a robot, but as taking advantage for months of torment. May be a weak excuse, but I guess I can just leave that up to you to do the judging here.

I walked up to Jasmine, then knelt down and looked in her eyes. “Well, Jasmine. Let me guess. You went a little too fast, tried to cut corners, and now you've got a busted neck to show for it. What happened? Get your processors all twisted up and then took a tumble down the steps?”

Jasmine's head twitched slightly with a mechanical buzz, followed by a clicking that I knew came from broken components. Shit. That would make her a bit hard to repair...Yeah, I intended to repair her. I may have gloated, but I'm not cruel. Well, not that cruel. “Reeeerrrrp-pair-pair-pair meeeee youuuuoooouuuuuu du-du-dumb bi-bitch-bitch.” There was a spark, she made a sound like a croak, and her wrist twitched. “Hi-Hi I'm Ja-Ja-Jasmi-mine waaaaaannnnaaaaa cu-cud-cuddle-cuddle wi-with-with-with--” I shook my head as I put my hands on my hips.

“That's no way to treat the only person who can repair you, you know. I figure, a reboot, some duct tape, and while you might be looking like Batman in one of those old 1980's movies, unable to turn your head until you get it a proper fix, I can at least keep you from being found out by the company. I bet you didn't tell them you were a synthetic, did you?” I stared at her, drumming my fingers against my biceps with my arms crossed under my chest. I tilted my head as I waited for a response, but sighed as she just lay there. I turned as I heard her say “Rep-repai-pair me you stu-stupid-stupid--”, though as I walked away, I wasn't intending on just leaving her.

These days, most robots are repairable using household tools, though specialized tools were still needed for things like major dismantling and other types of intense robotics work that was best performed at a repair center. Luckily for me, I could fix what could be fixable with those tools. The problem was that I didn't have any of those said tools. However, the store did. Walking out of the store room, half-hoping that a spark wouldn't cause a fire that would burn the place to the ground, I made my way with a casual stride to the tools section. A little gift set of cheap tools for dad contained in a hardy box made of cheap molded plastic was all I needed. Of course, I felt a pang of guilt that I was stealing from a heartless mega corporation that had the kindness to employ me and would be equally kind enough to fire my ass if they knew, but chances were that not even they counted their beans so thoroughly to notice that it was missing. And, if it came to it, I'd simply tell them the truth; I needed it for an emergency.

Not sure what I'd find when I got back, I was pleased to see that she was pretty much staying in place. Her motor functions were probably offline. I wouldn't know for sure, but I imagined that the reason for it might have been that critical wiring that sent electrical signals or data to her motor processors had been severed, to put it in simple terms. Or, perhaps that this was a safety program to keep her from stumbling and bumbling around with her head flopping about like a tetherball on her neck. Either way, it was handy. She was immobile, which meant that she wouldn't be struggling or fighting with me, intentionally or in the throes of a malfunction.

Pulling the stepladder away, I then reached down and pulled Jasmine up to a sitting position. I'm not going to lie. Watching her head suddenly bounce against her chest, tethered to her plastic neck by only a few bundles of wiring was a strangely erotic sight. Actually, it wasn't strange at all. I'd been into this sort of thing since I was thirteen. Tomoko sometimes let me take her apart, a little, though it wasn't anything like this. Wow, you know what? On second thought, this was weird. I felt like I was cheating on my girlfriend by getting turned on at the sight of a robot with her head half knocked-off. How many girls can claim that?

But I remained professional. Tempted though I may be, I could stay truthful to my girl. Besides, once I got on my knees on the cold concrete floor of the store room and took a look at what I was in for, it became work to me. I set the tools next to me, and took my smart glasses off. No way did I have the time to re-purpose that clunky tablet used for scanning bar codes into the system. I could do a bit of reprogramming, but reformatting the thing? Besides, it wasn't mine, and my glasses had diagnostics systems pre-loaded. The slightly thick frames, aside from appealing to my geek chic, allowed it to contain both an upgraded microprocessor and a few other add ons, like a wire-thin connection cable device. Thank the maker for tax returns.

“Hi-Hi-Hi-Hi—J-J-J-Ja-Jasmine-mine—c-cuddle-cuddle wanna cu-cuddle? Me. With.” I steeled myself for the task ahead. Normally, in accordance with science fiction tropes, the interface jack for a hard connection would have been located in the back of the neck, typically near the base. But I was pretty sure I saw that jack lying somewhere on the floor. But like any good engineered system, it had a backup in place. Namely, the other old sci-fi trope. A control panel in the back. All well and good, save for one thing. That meant taking off Jasmine's top.

“Okay, Jasmine. Don't start getting all weird on me. I need to take your top off in order to establish a connection with your processing systems. You're obviously a little glitched up, here.” I squashed my perverted side and first pulled her employee vest off. Then, the item underneath; a low-cut purple shirt that looked about ready to give up the ghost and let the breasts underneath fly free like a pair of tan-colored zeppelins. And while that may not be a sexy analogy, I had to try very, very hard to make it that way. The shirt was off, and the object of so many lusty male gazes were revealed. Mostly. I wasn't sure if I was relieved to see she was wearing a bra that looked about a cup size too small for her or not, but as I ran my fingers down her back (Margaret Thatcher naked on a rainy autumn day, Margaret Thatcher naked on a rainy autumn day...I wasn't even sure what she looked like, but thinking about a dumb movie was just as good a distraction), I found a section of synthetic skin that was plastic smooth. A bit of a tell in the industry of where a panel might be if you didn't want to put seams on a 'bot. I distinctly remembered what I said to myself when I found out where it was, though.

“Oh, Christ...” I'm not religious in the least, but I appealed to a supernatural power in a desperate attempt to not get turned on by this. If the bra had been pressed any tighter against her skin, it would have probably popped the panel open on its own.

“S-Sto-stop st-stal-talling and fix-fuck-fix me you st-stu-stupid nerdy idiot-ot-ot!” I rolled my eyes, and then turned to look at Jasmine's head to tell her to shut up, when I spied it dangling behind her back, just a few inches from where my hands were. Against my better judgement, I grabbed it with both hands and pushed it up and over her neck. Mechanisms were clicking, wires were stretched taut...Oh, man. And now I had to unclasp her bra if I wanted to get the damn panel open...

Once again appealing to an aspect of the supernatural, I hoped that karma would even this out. It took some struggling to pop it off, but eventually, I got the bra unclasped. As I took it off though, I heard a seductive purr come from Jasmine. “Oooh~ B-Ba-baby I lo-love it whe-when you—always knew you were a per-per-pervert-vert-vert st-star-staring at me the way—love it when you—c-cuddle?” It sounded like it might be getting worse. I didn't want to reboot her until I took a peek into her programming. I figured there was more going on here than typical ditziness. Ignoring the woman whose head was now likely resting on her breasts, I swear I didn't look, I got the panel open.

Your typical access panel will have a touch-screen interface included among various types of access port. Some countries favored different jacks, and you don't want to be a robot girl in a country that can't connect to your systems in an emergency. I ignored the interface. It was totally pedestrian and wouldn't get me anywhere. No, I went straight for the port and plugged into it. My glasses immediately brought up a Heads Up Display, projecting it a few inches from the glasses themselves via hologram. Now, I'm not going to say that I have password cracking software as part of a setup to jailbreak various electronics systems, but let’s just say, for the sake of the story, I had a way to get around a really awful password protection system. That was when I got into her systems, and I saw she was a train wreck before I even met her.

Jasmine, it turned out, was a Molyneux Fabrique YKR-series gynoid. I was familiar with the programming specifications through some casual reading on slow days. That, and it was often a subject of interest on the forums. The MF YKR's were well known as being highly modular in terms of programming and body type, but this was typical of any consumer-level general purpose gynoid. And, with the new VKR series having been around for two years, the old YKR's were now much more affordable. Jasmine's specs fit a YKR-R9, which was the pleasure model base. Made sense with that rack. But the programming inside was a mess.

No amount of modularity would excuse what I found in there. Every back alley program mod you could think of and then some. Malware, spyware. Sheesh, this girl probably got everyone she ever had fuck her end up on a Croatian black market penis enlargement roll call. I saw programs for home care that clashed with third-party sexual software systems. She was just as likely to attempt to give a washing machine fellatio as much as she would stuff clothes into it. All kinds of awkward prompts for sex interrupted other basic programs and each other, and most of her systems security was compromised to do it. I felt like I'd have to scrub my glasses with bleach on top of giving them a total system restore. It went a long way towards explaining her erratic and combative attitude.

“Your programming is a total mess, Jasmine. I'm going to try and fix this as much as I can, but you need to see someone about this. You're on the verge of needing a total memory wipe to fix this.” As much as I disliked Jasmine the person, I felt bad for Jasmine the machine. Might seem weird to you, but robots are just as much at the whim of their creators and owners, and I hated to think what kind of an asshole put these programs in her system. A cheapskate, or someone too dumb to be anything but a script kiddie who'd never bother to ask someone how to program properly. Or at least take a course, Jesus. “I'm going to have to shut down your higher AI processing and personality to get it done, alright?”

Jasmine might have started protesting, but it was too difficult to tell. She was malfunctioning so bad that when I shut those processes down, I figured I had to do it now or she'd end up in an even worse state. Which is saying something given where her head was. She wasn't offline, but most of her processing functions were. So, for her own sake, I began reprogramming her.

I started by deleting the third-party software that I knew to be bullshit. A few times, it really struggled. Well, metaphorically. The programs weren't any more self-aware than, say, an individual neuron in a human brain. It was when they all worked together that they created the semi-sapient AI I was attempting to repair. No, in this case, Estonian malware and spyware from companies in Indonesia were just copying themselves, leaving bits of itself in other programs, and other such processes that if I went into detail, I'd be here all night. Going through all that code was giving me a headache, but I eventually managed to get most of it. Enough that it wouldn't eat so much of Jasmine's sorely needed storage space.

That took only about three hours. I took off my glasses and closed my eyes for a few minutes, trying desperately not to think about the damaged, topless robot girl in front of me. I kept reminding myself about who this was, so I wouldn't feel the urge to do something I'd later regret. After giving myself a few minutes to let the eye strain leave, I then put my glasses back on. Yep. Topless, mostly headless bimbo, just the way I left her.

By comparison, fixing her neck was a cakewalk. Mostly because there were so many things I couldn't fix. Hunched over her, I saw that a lot of the structure of her neck was indeed broken. The typical pedestrian concept is that a robot like Jasmine is made out of metal on the inside. Problem is, you do that, and she'd weigh more than four hundred pounds (not including the giant rack). So, while there were metal parts used here and there for sections of her spine and most of her skull and such, most of her was made out of polymer plastics and lighter metal alloys. After all, she'd be expected to take the daily abuses of a sexbot, but Jasmine wasn't made to fight liquid metal killbots. Yes, another ancient reference. Look it up, because I am not explaining it further. So, yeah, a lot of small plastic parts that operated the motion of her neck were damaged. But the structure of her neck was made so that individual sections could be replaced if need be.

To the layman, it was nothing more than bundles of wiring, a few plastic rods, screws and other odd parts. To the expert, they knew what each part did, what it would take to replace it. To me, I was desperately trying not to think about it in a sexual way. I kept thinking about Tomoko. I kept thinking about my bed. I hadn't realized how late it was until I saw the display on my glasses. I repaired the wiring so that she at least wouldn't have a short of some kind, made sure that what mechanisms in her neck that could potentially cause damage in their broken state were removed or disabled, then...well, did you think I was kidding about the duct tape? It was actually more like electrical tape, but in any instance, she now had what looked like a black choker on her neck. So, she'd be able to see, hear and swallow (that last one would be terribly important to her, I was sure) but she wouldn't be able to move her neck. At least not much. My hope was that she hadn't already violated her warranty and could get this repaired in a qualified shop.

So, that was that. And so, I rebooted her. And that was when the errors began occurring. At first, when she started twitching, her arms rising up and down and spewing random gibberish, I thought maybe I disconnected a wire wrong. So I untapped her neck and pulled it up. Had I been in different spirits, I might have been aroused by the feeling of Jasmine's face and jaws moving in error in my hands, but I was too cold, tired and my legs ached. But, much to my surprise, I hadn't fucked up with the wiring. So, I set Jasmine's head back down and then taped her neck up again.

So, I suspected it wasn't hardware. I couldn't just take her apart. I didn't have the time, or the patience. So, I decided to see if it was a software issue. I reconnected to her systems with my glasses, and put my eyes through another round of torture, just to see if I could find the problem.

Ho, boy, did I.

Here's a funny thing about pleasure 'bots. They often have two processor cores. Pretty much up to the same standard as running a full spec AI. The thing is, the second one is often times exclusively for processing pleasure. Sex is a pretty complex action. Your standard fembot can handle a few different sex maneuvers (sex maneuvers? Positions? The hell is it called?) and some other extra things. But the sheer amount of processing in terms of personality, predictive movements and such, it is often too much for a standard processor, especially those on the cheaper end of the scale. And Jasmine was no Tomoko. And another thing about them? That secondary processor is a neat little place to store data that you might not want to store elsewhere. And, wouldn't you know it? More malware was there. That I couldn't access...Not directly. Which meant...

I put my forehead down on Jasmine's shoulder and groaned against her skin. Fuck, no, not like that. It was out of frustration. Not the sexual kind for fuck's sake...Gah, I've got sex on the brain so bad I'm saying 'fuck' like a Hail Mary. But yeah. It meant one thing. I turned her off again, and then moved around in front of her. Spreading her legs, I pulled her bottoms down, underwear included. I needed it out of the way, and I looked down at her bare sex. Yes. Her...thing was nice. I might have appreciated it if I wasn't so goddamned tired. I reached down between her legs, and started to brush her...parts. I was looking for a way to access the processor I knew was in her hips. It wasn't there, so I moved further up.

Eventually, I found it. A panel just above it. I managed to work it open, pulling the panel cover off and setting it aside. Inside was a processor that was pretty much identical to the one in her upper chest, save the fact that it was surrounded by the mechanisms of her hips. Balance sensors and leg servo motors jammed in there. I focused on the mechanical parts. I focused really hard on the mechanical parts. I plugged in and began clearing everything again. I sighed, and then unplugged from her again. I put the panels back on, and then rebooted her again. By the time she came back fully online, I stepped around in front of her as she started to try and turn her head.

“Error. System Malfunction. Servo Motor Malfunction In Neck Region. Area Non Operative.” A twitch of her head, and she then blinked several times, then slapped her hands against the floor. “Ugh! I told you to repair me! You stupid--” She was cut off as her shirt hit her in her face, because I threw it at her. The cloth wrapping around her head. By the time she pulled it down, I was standing right in front of her, astride her thighs. She had the presence of mind to close them, and had to lean back to look up at me.

“Shut up! Shut your whiny mouth up! I figured maybe that if I untangled that cat's hairball you call an AI while I was keeping you from making more stupid mistakes like the one you just made, you'd show a bit more appreciation! Climbing up on a stepladder was like, the first thing we were told not to do in employee orientation! That's like, THE biggest stupid thing you can do! If you were a human, I'd have to explain all of this to the police! But you aren't, you're a robot, and you had the good fortune of being found by me before some dumbass temp came in and tried to use you for a sexdoll. Because I know how to fix your dumb ass, and I did it with sto—borrowed tools from the freakin' hardware department! You're bitching at me when I just MacGuyvered you back together! I'm cold, I'm tired, my legs hurt, my head hurts, my eyes are fucking sore. So the least you can do is show some fucking appreciation!”

I realized what I just said, pointing my finger at her, standing over her with a look of anger on my face. And it was one of the most satisfying moments of my life. Months of pent-up frustration let out at once like an emotional volcano. Normally you have to pay for that kind of resolution in therapy. She looked stunned for a little while, then smirked. “You know, when you're all pissed off like this, you're actually pretty hot.”

I glared at her, then reached down and picked up her panties. I flung them at her face. “You can fuck off,” I said in anger, turning on my heels and leaving her to sort herself out. “And finish this up while you are at it! Good luck at the repair center!” I muttered the rest. “You brainless airheaded...” I was too tired to finish the rest of my sentence.

Somehow, I managed to drag my tired feet across the floor of the storeroom and out through the front of the store, back to my car. By some miracle, I managed not to kill anyone on the way home to my apartment and I arrived just as the sun was rising. I should have been home hours ago, I thought to myself, as I shut the car door and fumbled with the keys to the door. I just about had them when the guy from one of the upstairs apartments got the door open and kindly kept it open for me. Eh, not all men are dicks, I guess. Which makes me feel kind of bad, since in my tired state all I did was just grunt his way, too tired to even remember if it was supposed to be a thank you or just an acknowledgment of his presence in the temporal plane. I shook my head, then trudged on to my apartment.

I can't quite remember what happened after that. Not because of anything particularly traumatic, but because my exhaustion was getting the better of me. I remember shutting the door, and I remember something about Tomoko recharging, but what I remember most of all was just falling face first into bed and surrendering to exhaustion. Never mind getting out of my clothes, I didn't even take off my uniform. I almost immediately slipped into a blissful sleep.

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When I awoke the next day, it took me a few minutes longer than usual to realize where I was. My hair was a mess around my head, and one of my first thoughts was that my shoes were still on my feet. I let out a heavy sigh, trying to shake off my exhaustion, pushing my feet together in a vain reaction to get my shoes off, when I managed to take a look at the clock.

Few things can get you up faster than making you think you're late to work. The clock was reading it as four hours after I was supposed to get to work, and in my panic, I started to take off my shoes to get dressed, only to realize that my shoes were already on. I even still had my glasses on, which explained the indents on my nose. I had a brief moment of relief when I took them off to inspect them. I let out a curse, but they were fine. I was cursing because...Actually, I can't remember why I was cursing. Truth be told, it was all a blur to me, a panicked check to see if I had everything.

The clearest memory I have of those moments was what made me stop panicking. Stop doing everything, really. The sensation of a hand resting on my shoulder, and slowly moving down. Whatever idiot said that robots had to be cold was...well, wrong. Tomoko's hand was warm, soft, inviting. I turned my head to look over my shoulder, before turning around slightly to view the body that the hand belonged to. She was naked, and while I am sure you would love to know all the details in that regard? Well, there are some things I would rather keep private. All you need to know is, it made me stop in my tracks.

I was about to say something when she let out a little sigh. She could simulate being sleepy oh so well, especially when she knows she's being cute. “Mel-chan,” she said with a voice soft enough to fall asleep on, “it's Saturday.” She slipped her fingers up to my shoulder again to give it a squeeze. And as she did, I leaned back into her gentle grip. I closed my eyes as relief washed over me, and I felt Tomoko rise up behind me. I could feel the warmth of her artificial body against my back, and I leaned into it just a touch more.

“Jesus Chri...” I felt my words slip away as I leaned into her hands, eyes closing as I reached up and slipped my glasses off. Setting them aside, I then signaled for Tomoko to let go as I shrugged my employee vest off. Saturday was the one, mandatory day off. I let my head lull to the right and almost fell back against her body. “Thank God...Babe, I need to tell you about--”

Before I knew it, Tomoko was kissing me, deeply. And not to kiss and tell, but man is it a nice kiss. She was soon helping me out of my clothes, before I know it, she's not the only one naked in bed. And by the time I know it, I'm on my back, out of my pants and shoes and soon, everything else, and she's getting ready to straddle my hips. I looked up at her, and she smiled.

“Mel-chan,” she said in a husky, seductive whisper. I can see everything. All her seams and all her details. None of which I am sharing, by the by. But I watched as one of her fingers began to move up to one of those seams. “I want you to help me...I've been having this problem with one of my shoulder micro servos...” Tomoko knows how much I love to 'play repair woman', how much I enjoy looking at her wiring, her circuitry. I know most of it, if not all of it, by heart. It gets me wild thinking about it, most of the time. I'm not ashamed that seeing her parts in working motion gets me off.

But as she moved up, I reached up, stopping her with a touch of my fingers to her elbow. I let out a heavy sigh, and she looked at me with concern. Tilting her head in that cute, robotic way, she lowered herself slowly, until her hands were resting on the bed just above my shoulders. I looked into her eyes as she looked into my eyes, and whispered softy, but not as seductively, “is something wrong, Mel-chan?”

Oh, that nickname. She's just so full of love for me. And I didn't even need to program her that way. God, how lucky am I? That some nerdy girl like me got the girlfriend of her dreams? I think of that as I think of Jasmine and that long night in the storerooms, thinking about all that work. I sighed softly, and brought my hand up to stroke her side, my other at rest next to me.

“Babe...I'll happily dismantle you down to your wiring,” I said with my own soft tones, only using it as a figure of speech. Though, I'd have come close before. But then I shrugged my shoulders, looking into those pretty artificial eyes. “But, today...Today can we just make love?” The thought of putting a robot girl back together was already bringing back the ache that was going up from my knees, up my back and to my neck. I must have had it on my face because there was a quick kiss to my lips.

“Mel-chan, if you aren't feeling up to it, we can always wait.” Tomoko's face showed mild concern, and her tone was more worried as well. I smiled, shook my head, and brought my hands up to squeeze her thighs, since an ass-grab at this position would have been a bit awkward.

“Hell no. You have no idea how much I needed this...C'mon, Babe. I'm all for a bit of lovemaking in the early...” I paused a moment, looked at the clock's holographic display. “...Afternoon.” I chuckled softly, and turned back to look at her. “But when I'm done...I got a hell of a story for you.”

Tomoko smiled and nodded.

And that's exactly what we did. Anything more and...well, I guess I'll just leave it to your imagination.

And as for Jasmine? Well, she still works in the Tech Department. And, although it is now on her official employee record that she’s a robot, she got a promotion. Go figure. Tomoko is the only other person who knows about the night in the storeroom (and there was a brief argument before I explained things a bit better about it) and neither me or Jasmine are willing to tell anyone about it. Of course, she’s still a bitch. But, if she gets a little too testy with me, well…

...Well, now at least I have something to hold over her head if she gets that way. It’d be awfully embarrassing for Ms. Perfect, I know that.

...Wait. You thought I meant something else? Something like…

...Nah. Never!

...Would make for a pretty good sequel hook, though, wouldn’t it?

Hmmm…

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Crazy in the Heat

2016-09-23T19:40:05Z

JohnFabar4: Adding this story to the malfunction category.

=Crazy in the Heat=
==Part One==
'''''Planet TXR-471, Rho Juliet System, A Few Hours Before Sunset...'''''

Edward Bernbach had what may have been one of the most thankless, under-appreciated jobs in Known Space, at least the worst before you had to sit behind a desk and deny forms.

The Planetary Survey Corps represented a conglomeration of corporate interests who, on behalf of the myriad of governments that governed the various sectors of space, surveyed new or poorly understood worlds on the frontiers of space. The job could be rough, but it required a fastidious attention to detail. Surveyors of the PSC did more than just draw points on a map, however. Surveying the land included making note of the geography, geology and climate. Once the basics were done, more detailed study of the land would begin, such as making detailed descriptions of the land and its features. Certain rock formations could indicate possible precious mineral deposits, while the terrain of a land could indicate where water, alien wildlife or farming land could be found, or not found as the case may be. All of these were taken into consideration when making preparations to colonize the land, as transporting material across the vast and often perilous depths of space hinged on making precise calculations as to what was required, when it was required and where. If anything was wrong in that assessment, then the colony's settlement could be delayed, or those colonists on those worlds could go months or even years without critical supplies. Or, even worse, go through other channels and suppliers to get them.

Edward, thus, to those unfamiliar with the attention to detail required, would not have expected a man like him to head out to alien worlds and risk life, limb and brain parasites to survey virgin land. When he had a good day, he looked like a desk would suit him best. He was good looking in his own kind of way. His black hair was typically slicked to one side, and his body in good condition, but a bit on the thin side. Glasses with thin, attractive frames typically sat on his nose, though they only partially aided his vision, he needed little of it. He preferred suits to exploration gear, though had settled for an environmental control suit that, to the average Joe, looked more like white work overalls than a sophisticated spacesuit, though closer inspection would reveal the hoses and interface ports constructed into the suit.

But Edward was not having a great day. Or even a mildly acceptable day. Even calling it 'bad' did not quite state it. For Edward was fairly certain that this day would end with him becoming a desiccated corpse. An accidental mummy rendered into man-jerky by dehydration and the relentless assault of a sun larger that that on Earth, which bore its heat down with such intensity that one could be forgiven for thinking that the distant star had a grudge against this planet, the fourth in the Rho Juliet system. It was an endless sea of sand, the dips and valleys of its windswept dunes occasionally broken up by distant visions of towering rock formations that, to the surveyor's trained eye, indicated that the land had at some point been a massive sea in the distant past. But such details were beyond the remotest part of his ability to care.

He ached. Every step felt like he was putting his weight on rubber bands. His muscles screamed for relief, his feet were not wearing boots, so much as they were wearing boot-shaped bags of hot sand, chafing at skin far too accustomed to gravity lifts and gentle walks on paved sidewalks. But it was the heat that was unbearable. The phrase “walking into an oven” did not sufficiently describe it. It felt more appropriate to say that it was like riding into an oven on cayenne pepper cookies while said oven was on fire. It made for a nonsensical mental image, but it felt appropriate. His body was now covered in sweat that rolled into his eyes and mouth, stinging and leaving a bitter salty taste. His hair was matted, looking like a terminal case of bedhead. He didn't even want to think about how he'd smell when he took the suit off.

He could barely think. He felt like his brain was frying, he was sure he could hear it sizzle like bacon on a hot pan. His eyes felt like they might just dry up in their sockets and whatever cognitive functions he possessed were suppressed almost to the point of base functionality. He was an animal, and a dumb one at that, trudging forward with some vague idea of a goal in mind.

And the whole while, he found himself glaring at the source of all his suffering. It helped that they were focused on an agreeable part of its anatomy. Or, specifically, her anatomy.

The woman had introduced herself as the guide contacted by the PSC to show him where to go on what the locals tended to call 'Rho 4'. Sometimes, locals trying to be especially clever would call it “Rho 4 Your Life Away From Here”. Edward had not found it all too clever or amusing. Her name was Tasha Fielding, though she had insisted that she be called Tasha after the first and, to date, only time she had been addressed as 'Ms. Fielding'. She was a knockout, that was for sure. Athletic, tall (taller than Edward's 5'7, so she must have been around an even six feet) and lithe, but not without some nice curves. While she looked more rugged than Edward, she still didn't have the grizzled look of an explorer. If anything, she looked like she could have been a model on a holosite's front page, or maybe even one of those primitive paper format mediums that were popular out here where the extranet didn't always reach. On top of that, she had amazing eyes. Emerald green, a lovely shade that had an almost opal-like shimmer to them. Odd, but not unheard of. Genetic mutations both intentional and accidental were often encountered out here, most of which were harmless and had meager benefits. Still, she didn't seem to even have a tan.

Still, any thoughts of getting into the tight shorts hugging her hips were quickly shot down. She was shrewd, had demanded her payment up front and stayed fairly professional. Professional, but eager, practically beaming at the chance to make cash and lead a surveyor somewhere. It was a simple job, but it paid well. All she had to do was guide him on the fastest, safest route from the small city that contained the spaceport to a smaller settlement and the only other one on the planet.

The rest of her clothing consisted of a sleeveless jacket, the sleeves having been cut off at some point. On it, the symbol for a popular “interstellar longhaul” band, an evolution of more terrestrial country music styles. It was the faded image of a circular emblem, its background the black of space and the white points of stars and the band's name, “Space Truckin' Monkey”, in white font contained within with what looked like a bit of motion blur. He'd studied it intensely, when not occasionally looking at the rise and fall of those hips. At this point, it wasn't even their shape that had attracted him. The fact that they were a moving object caught his attention first and foremost.

As she walked along at a steady pace in front of Edward, Tasha reached up and adjusted the straw 'cowboy' hat that sat on her head, which rested on top of long, scarlet-red hair, then idly tugged on her white, dust-covered sleeveless top under the jacket. All she carried were a few belt packs and a canteen, compared to Edward's large pack, which included his water bladder. In her hands, a tablet that seemed to display a crude map. On occasion, Edward would attempt to peek, but Tasha would close it too fast and make some claim up about 'proprietary information' whenever he asked.

Edward took a sip of a hose that went over his shoulder. The water bladder was connected to a moisturizing system that drew moisture from the air. Even in an arid hellhole such as Rho 4, atmosphere capable of sustaining human life by its nature contained moisture in some form. The bright blue skies of Rho displayed that much with a few white clouds lazily crossing the sky. But, just because it had it didn't mean there would be much of it. The process could take five hours or three days to completely restore his water reserves. And in that time, he could have had a heat stroke, or dehydration. What had been an irritation in the second hour and a concern in the fourth was now a life-threatening crisis in the sixth. And going onto the next hour, it had become intolerable.

Tasha had only known that Edward had stopped when she heard the thump of his pack hitting the desert sand. She blinked in confusion, turning around to stare at the exhausted-looking man, his shoulders low, his chest heaving, his glasses about ready to fall off his face. He took a long sip from his water bladder, and then gasped sharply at the cool liquid hitting his parched lips.

“I...am not...going...any further...” Edward put his hands on his knees and leaned forward, huffing and puffing, feeling ready to fall face-first into the burning sands. Not looking the least bit perturbed, Tasha put a hand on her hip, the other at her side and holding the tablet, which Edward briefly noticed was rather well-worn.

“What? Why, the settlement is only a couple of kilometers eastward, we can make it if we just keep walking for an hour or so...” Tasha spoke with a voice that blended confusion and annoyance at the exhausted surveyor's statement. Edward raised his head, breathing the hot desert air in and out in slow, heavy gasps.

“I...wasn't...asking...” Edward sat himself down on the sand, resting against his pack. He took a quick sip from the water bladder's hose, and flipped the pack's flap open. He began emptying it, tossing the contents onto the sand. A portable camping kit, complete with a collapsible tent the size of a folded t-shirt, which unfurled with a pull tab, it's flexible frame going rigid. He continued to unpack as Tasha stared at him, hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised.

“How the hell do you PSC guys get anything done if you're that out of shape? You ever go on a trek through the desert before?” The comment and smirk that Tasha had on her face might have been good in its intentions, but Edward was not in the mood. “Come on, we haven't been out all that long. Like I said, just a couple of kilometers that way and we'll be at Outpost before you know it!” Edward looked up from setting up a portable cooker to see that Tasha was pointing out towards another collection of sand dunes that stretched to the horizon. The only feature of note was that there were some slight differences between the sizes of the dunes.

“Out there? Outpost is out there?” Edward sat up some, trying to see if there was something in the distance he couldn't see. He'd assume that she had been somehow taken a wrong turn, or was even messing with his mind, though Tasha didn't seem the type. Tasha, to her credit, noticed this as well.

“Huh...Well, it was there,” Tasha said, as she looked down at her map. “Or...Maybe the map is wrong?” She tapped the screen a few times, as Edward sat slumped against his bag, putting his hands to his face. Groaning slowly, he wiped the sweat from his face as he looked up at the woman. As he caught himself staring at those tight shorts again, he had to wonder what it said about him that, even as he was suffering what felt like the prologue to a heat stroke, he still thought about the ass that was underneath those shorts. But that thought was fleeting, and it couldn't stop his growing frustrations from boiling over.

“You mean...to tell me...that this entire time, you were using a faulty map?!” Edward would have shot up in anger, if his legs didn't feel like they'd fall in on themselves in the attempt. So he kept to merely angrily clutching his bag as he watched the tent automatically stake itself to the ground, though it was having a hard time in the shifting sand. At this point, Edward wouldn't have cared if it started sailing across the dunes, so long as he was in it and out of the heat.

“The map isn't faulty!” Tasha turned to Edward, raised and waved the tablet. “I've used this map for almost two years of desert trekking back and forth between Outpost and Port City and traveled without it for a year before that! I know the way back and forth like the back of my hand.” Tasha raised her empty hand for emphasis. Edward could only dryly note that the fingerless gloves she wore made it impossible to see the back of her hand.

“Ah,” Edward said. Another sip of the water bladder and he could feel his ability to quibble returning to him. “So, tell me the truth then. If the map isn't faulty, and you aren't lost, then what is this, really? A shakedown? Blackmail me with heat exhaustion to make me pay you more up front, then take me to Outpost?”

Tasha's eyes narrowed. “Hey, just because I'm not a city slicker does not mean that I'm trying to screw you. If anything, I'd figure it'd be one of you corporate types who'd be the one to try and cheat people out of their money. 'Neutral parties' my ass.” She slipped the tablet into a pouch on her belt, which not only held it in place but covered the screen. It looked well-worn and hand-made.

“Oh, for—I'm not here to discuss politics, I'm here to get to Outpost, then upload the route details to my bosses, who won't be happy with me if I'm late and won't be happy with you if I'm dead, so how about you just tell me what's going on here so we can get to Outpost already?!” Edward turned his head away from Tasha when a chime sounded out. The tent was ready. But Edward, as much as he wanted to, wasn't about to crawl in just yet.

“We'll get there as soon as you quit being a little pussy about it! Y'know, just because the route takes a bit longer sometimes does not mean that someone is out to get you! You know, I had a bad feeling about this whole thing? I figured that you would be a money-grubbing little jerkass, but I didn't think you'd be so freakin' paranoid, too!” Tasha couldn't take it any longer. The slow pace of it, her own frustration with what seemed like map readings that jumped all over the place, landmarks disappearing and reappearing, or rather a familiarity with them that seemed to come and go.

Edward wasn't responding. Just staring. Tasha wondered if perhaps he was starting to feel like the ass he surely was. Tasha wasn't noticing the surprise on his face.

“And now, you're accusing me of being a criminal? Or, I suppose that's what you think about all us frontier settlers, huh? That we're out here just to scam cash off of you? That the whole reason we exist is just to take money from corporate-sector tourists like you?!”

Edward attempted to speak. “Uh...Hey, Tasha was it?”

Tasha glared at him. “I'm talking here! I've heard enough of you blowhards from the gated community parts of space givin' me hell every time we so much as trip over a rock! This is a wilderness, Ed! Oh, I'm sorry. Do you prefer I call you something like 'Mister Bernbach' or--”

“Tasha--”

“--I can't control everything that happens out here! This ain't a theme park! This is a--”

Edward suddenly shot up, the ache in his legs be damned. “Tasha! You're smoking!”

Tasha's angry ranting was suddenly halted, as she tilted her head quizzically. “S-Smoking? What the hell are you sayin'?”

Edward pointed a gloved finger at her. “Your body, it's smoking. Literally smoking...” Tasha looked down at herself and, sure enough, there were faint wisps of smoke, or maybe steam, rising from several areas of her body. Her knees, her wrists and elbows. Edward spied it coming from her neck and out from under her shirt, even rising out from the waistband of those tight shorts.

“W-What? Oh. N-no, this is just a th-thing out here. Happens. Sometimes. To us. Locals!” Tasha put on a nervous smile, and put her hands on her hips. She grinned. “Ah, don't worry about it. Let's ju-just go into the te-tent and cool-co-cool down.” She took a step forward, only for Edward to step in front of her. Her eyes widened, Edward had a smirk on his face.

“Woah, so you're a synthetic, huh? Overheating, or something? Y'know, I had been wondering why I didn't ever see you take a drink out of that canteen on that long walk. I figured maybe I'd just missed it, or maybe I was just too focused on trying not to faint...Explains also why you've been leading me around in circles.” Edward continued to smirk as Tasha stumbled backwards, though she managed to catch herself before she fell over.

“I d-don-don't k-know-know what you know what you're ta-talking—could really co-ool down ab-about-bout now.” Tasha tried walking around Edward. There was literally nothing blocking her, only wide-open tracts of desert surrounding herself and Edward. But, she seemed to be having a hard time getting around him. “Ju-just hot and go-got me all riled up is all riled up is a-all!” Edward swore he saw a spark flash from her neck, but it was bright out.

“Well, I know for one thing that in this part of known space, synthetics aren't authorized to list themselves in any official business charters, which you have with your guide business...Some stiff penalties for that.” Edward was smirking in satisfaction, temporarily forgetting the heat as he approached the almost drunkenly stumbling machine. “Maybe we could negotiate a little deal?”

Tasha stood there, incredulous-looking. Insomuch as one could with their eyebrow rapidly and errantly twitching, Edward supposed. “Y-You are—you are—get-get--you are te-telling me you want to bla-blackmail me, now?! You di-diry-dirty-dirt-dirt-dirty--” Edward's smirk turned into a concerned frown when Tasha's left hand suddenly popped free, landing in the loose sand. Edward suddenly realized that he was perhaps pushing this a little too far at the wrong time. There was, however, a certain strange appeal...but you couldn't blackmail a pile of scrap.

“Ah, you know what, on second thought, how about we just get you over to the tent and we can talk about this--” Edward reached out, taking a hold with both hands of her handless arm's elbow and forearm. His eyes widened as he felt the whole thing come away. Neatly disconnecting just above her elbow, Edward could see a socket that met up with an identical one in Tasha's upper arm. He'd no sooner done this when her upper arm disconnected at the shoulder. Tasha was falling apart in front of his eyes!

He watched with wide eyes as Tasha continued to stumble about, smoke and sparks rising from what must have been seam lines along her body. “Overheat Alert. Overheat Alert.” None of that vibrant personality was in Tasha's voice when she spoke that, nearly kicking over the portable cooker, almost landing on her back as she bumbled and stumbled about. Those pretty emerald green eyes were flickering wildly. “Overheat Alert, Emergency Heat Reduction Measures Initiated.” Edward wondered what exactly that meant, only to have a rather dramatic demonstration when, with a hiss of escaping air, all three sections of her right arm simply popped off, landing in the desert sand.

Edward felt stunned. More than that, he felt...turned on? Edward might have counted it as a strange reaction had he not known already that synthetics were a fetish of his. Something that, in this day an age, though still a touch niche, was more acceptable in a casual manner. Still, as he stood there in surprise and arousal-induced awe at the sight of the pretty desert planet guide falling apart on him, he couldn't help but think that this was a very strange reaction. That, and some part of his survival instinct told him not to get a stiffie in heat like this.

“Ju-just a fe-few more hou-hours and the-then-then days minutes hours should be to Outpost I-I-I-I-I--” Tasha's voice became oddly electronic, as if she were speaking through a loudspeaker. The tinny tone continued as she began babbling mindlessly, attempting to assure Edward, as they had this entire time through the rough trek. He watched as Tasha continued to fall apart. The armless machine's head now popped off of its neck, with the neck soon following behind. Secured tightly to her head with a chinstrap, that angry expression Tasha had just a few moments ago had somehow become a vapid, vacant smile, her eyes now without that emerald glow, looking like a pair of dull glass jewels. Sparks snapped from the top of her torso, as her body whirred and buzzed its way over to his tent.

Edward continued to just watch. Strangely stunned by the scene, enjoying it too much to interrupt it, he only stopped when Tasha's body pitched forward and hit the sand. Her legs came apart, as she was clearly intended to be disassembled. Her upper and lower waist split, leaving those lovely jean short-covered hips in the sand. Tasha had effectively dismantled herself. Edward, suddenly knocked out of his daze, stood up to his feet. Walking over to the scattered parts, he picked up her head, looking into the fading color of those green eyes. He shook his head.

“A synthetic...Being guided around this desert by a faulty synthetic. What's this universe coming to?”

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The moon was high over the desert. Not every planet had multiple moons, as so many science fiction novels and PSC recruitment posters. TXR-471 just happened to be one of those planets. The light of that blue moon reflected down on the long tracts of sand and gave the towers shrouded in the pure darkness a strange new dimension. The dim light reflecting off of cracks and jutting faces in the tall spire rocks. He had to admit, it was a beautiful sight. The kind of thing that appealed to Edward. He wasn't exactly the archetypal loner, but he did enjoy the natural peace and quiet.

A curious duality of most deserts was that they were blazing hot in the day, frigid cold at night. It required a very careful balance of clothing for the right climes. Which was one reason for the survival suit. It took getting used to, especially sleeping in it, but it kept a man warm. And he'd have collapsed a long time before he nearly did if it wasn't for that water bladder and the suit's cooling systems. It took some time getting used to some of the aspects, like how to take care of certain bodily functions and especially how to sleep in it. But he got used to it.

He sat in a folding chair, in front of a flickering camp fire, providing light around the tent and camp. No wood for miles, but when you had combustible sticks of compressed fuels, you didn't need it. Hardly environmentally safe, but it wasn't like they were burning this stuff all over the planet. And it wouldn't kill Edward, nor harm his food. A good meal, something cool to drink, he had it pretty good, all things considered.

He stared into the synthetic's—Tasha's, he had to keep reminding himself--tablet device's display. It wasn't holographic, probably because the desert sand would kill a holographic projector if given enough time. It wasn't even touch screen. Old school as hell, and it took a few minutes to get used to the push-button functions. But he could tell this thing had served reliably for at least a year or more. It's edges worn, button faces smooth from continuous use. It felt a bit bad to use the work of someone else to finish his own, but somewhere in nearly dying of thirst or heat stroke, he had forgotten to take detailed notes of the route.

This allowed him to jog his memory, remember some details that were hazy. It was just a little 2D map with some notes typed in, what amounted to scribbling into the margins. But this was actually pretty decent work. For an amateur. For a synthetic, Edward had to note.

His thoughts kept drifting to her. To Tasha. Yes, she was a machine. And in much of Known Space, they were considered just property. You could do anything you liked with a synthetic, even though groups were out there clamoring for their independence. Edward had known a few that he considered smart enough, sentient for sure, but it wasn't like they were human or something, or that she was for sure. Tasha was, at the end of the day, legally property and by all rights should not have been posing as an independent surveyor.

And then the thoughts turned to who knew about Tasha. She had to have been operating as a guide for at least two years out here. On her own, it would seem. What would the purpose be in having a synthetic leading people around in the desert as a guide? And it wasn't like she was a huckster. Reputation was almost a currency out here in the more lawless fringes. If you screwed someone over out here, work would come slow, even if it was just rumor. Edward had experienced that first hand after getting screwed out of one of his first surveys after a bad word by some weaselly con man that snowballed into the settlement thinking he was out to undercut them on mineral rights deals. There was a royal bollocking for that one. So, she must have been good to be so highly recommended by local word of mouth. Edward had been informed of her by someone in the colony government, who had spoken to the PSC in order to get mineral rights secured and, thus, an influx of credits from everyone who wanted to mine here. Panhandlers on up to major multisystem corps.

He found his mind circling on the subject of that synthetic. Such a mystery, such an allure. He put the tablet down in mild irritation. He couldn't stop thinking about her. A pang of arousal each time. He looked to his tent, briefly. It felt somehow wrong to leave Tasha out here in the desert, dismantled. So he gathered up her parts and put them in a packing bag he had brought along. And, there she still was, save her hat. Taken off since he felt he might damage it if he just put it in there. An odd notion, respecting her hat, but nevertheless it felt somehow necessary.

He stood up, then walked over to the tent. Unzipping it, he reached inside and pulled out the duffel-bag like device. The night was windless, so he didn't have to worry about any of the personal property inside getting blown out, so the flap was left untouched for now. He pulled the straps open, and stared down at the contents.

Tasha was down there, in all her dismantled glory. The fact that he thought of that term in something other than the form of a joke made him take pause. But, he was here. She was, too. Or, rather, her parts. He reached in slowly and pulled out her head. He had to swallow from nervousness as he slowly turned it around in his hands, looking at her, face to face.

Internally, he struggled with the fact that this was arousing him. The truth was, he liked synthetics. Not in a more sympathetic way, as some others did. He could feel his pants tightening as he rand his hands over her skin. Realistic, but not quite. Her face was beautiful, frozen in a wide smile. Perhaps her emotional systems were malfunctioning when she broke down? He could think of no reason for her to be smiling. Or maybe this was some factory setting? He shook his head at the thought, that perhaps this was some default offline facial state.

The thought only reinforced the facts. She was a machine. She looked like a woman, but all she was really was just a machine full of wires and circuitry. The thought was intensely arousing to Edward. But the arousal of it was, at once, disorienting. Edward was hardly a virgin, but he was also rather deep in the closet about it. It was social taboo. It was forbidden in polite and public society, and he did have a career to consider. And a reputation as someone who wanted, preferred to bed robots was frowned upon.

Yet that also made it so much more erotic.

He turned it over in his hands. The metal socket, a plug deep inside, was underneath her head where it met her neck. A few wires stuck out. He ran a gloved finger over that socket, and then set the head down swiftly. He was breathing fast. A cool chill ran up his spine. Not from fear, but from the shock of arousal. This was, at once, one of the most intensely erotic things he had ever done. He had never handled a robot of such sophistication before. Especially one that looked like a cute woman.

He paused a moment to collect himself, then reached inside the bag again. Slowly, he drew out Tasha's upper torso. Still clad in her jacket, he curiously unbuttoned it, resting the upper torso in his lap. Metal sockets at her shoulders, where the neck connected into (that was still in the bag) and at her waist. A metal pole with a socket plug stuck out from her waist, perhaps to connect with a corresponding one in her hips?

The sleeveless jacket came off with just a few buttons undone. With nothing on her upper waist to cling to her body, such as arms or a neck, it slipped off with just a tug. Underneath, a sleeveless white cotton top, a bit dirty and stained with a light brown liquid, probably grease of some sort. Edward felt that intangible sense of perversion as he slowly pulled the top up that torso. The breasts underneath were bare. And, to his surprise, possessed pale pink nipples. But, as arousing as that was, his objective was elsewhere. He slowly turned the now-naked torso over.

There it was. An access panel seam. Rather obvious too, surprisingly. Edward had programing skills, he could probably...But the idea was soon dropped. Reprogramming her felt somehow wrong. No, he'd just try to turn her back on. Opening the panel was rather easy, and inside there was a touch screen interface. A red light was on underneath, along with a few ports for various USB-style plugs popular throughout a number of corporate sectors. A closer look, and he noticed the red light was a flashing power toggle. Curious, he pressed it.

The burst of noise that came out from the robot's body made him jump in his seat slightly. The screen was flashing code and error alerts, as Tasha's voice kept speeding up and slowing down. It sounded like some sort of alert. But it soon got into other matters. “Syyysssstemmalfunction—fewdaysfewdays—lead a—survey--f-few-few da-days-days—ERROR--gottatellyouthat-that-that-that--sandstorms--errrr--” It was all nonsense. Tasha was broken, way more than he could manage to fix.

Edward hit the button and Tasha stopped talking, the screen went blank and the whine of an internal processor somewhere in her system died down. As he experienced that intense high once again, a pang of guilt rolled over him like a tidal wave. Sure, she was a robot. But the thought of leaving her broken like this didn't seem right. Huffing, he pulled the shirt on over her chest again and pushed her back into the bag. Her head followed suit and he tightened the strings that closed it. The nylon bag was, once again, just that, a nylon bag in his mind anyway, he tried not to think too much about what was in it.

Feeling flush, he walked over to his tent and pulled the bag inside. Putting the fire out, the desert once again cold and dark, he slipped into the tent and, with a bit of difficulty, fell asleep.

With the new map data, he'd be in Outpost before the day after tomorrow.

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“Well, what do you want first? The good news, or the expensive news?”

The shop that Edward stood in would have looked like any country mechanic's shop on Earth, or perhaps on one of the more well-developed core worlds, had it not been for its prefabricated nature. A Christmas tree—of course it was artificial—stood in one corner of the large pod-like building. Seeing as how Christmas was several Earth-months ago, it either spoke to the owner's eccentric decorative tastes or was just there out of sheer laziness. On the walls were posters, made of a paper-like substance that was far cheaper than holograms to install and maintain. Most were promotional posters for rover parts, things like tires, suspension and fuel cells. A few were gaudy pin-ups and posters promoting worker robots. The walls were a dull white plastic material, using sophisticated polymer technologies to be more durable than steel.

Edward, having removed his survival suit at his temporary lodgings and swapping it for a maroon jumpsuit used to indicate visitors, looked at a man who looked about a decade older than he. He hadn't shaved in a while, a thick stubble covered his chin, and even in an olive drab jumpsuit, his paunch was obvious as he leaned against the counter. The tag on his jumpsuit said “Feng”, which made sense, as the name of this establishment was “Feng's Fix Its”. A wide-brimmed hat sat on his head, likely to keep the sun out of his eyes, which to Edward felt like it had been shining even brighter than when he arrived. It filtered in through an open square porthole. Somewhere, behind the worn counter Feng was leaning against, a mechanical fan turned back and forth, buzzing loudly. The cool air it was blowing was so minimal it was a tease.

“Ah...Guess I'll take the good news first.”

Feng nodded. “Welp,” he said as he rose from the counter, putting his hands down onto it, as Edward remained standing in the shop's waiting area, a dusty four-month old local rag sitting open 'face' down on the seat of an old plastic chair. “I can fix it. Looks like a W41-R model, kinda' sophisticated but real popular in neighboring systems, so it isn't exactly rare. Y'know, in case someone wants a synthetic prettier than your standard loaderbot to greet visitors. Or fuck 'em, but that's their prerogative.”

“Ah,” Edward nodded. “And I imagine that the expensive part has to do with ordering those parts?”

“Partly,” Feng said, before turning around and walking over to a table. He picked up a steel box, set it down on the counter, and then opened it. “The real expensive part is gonna' be fixing the damn thing in the first place.” Edward had some experience with mechanical engineering, between his often self-reliant job and his 'hobby'. So he recognized a servo motor belonging to a humanoid robot when it was placed on the counter. He could also recognize that it was a mess. The soft cushioning material between the hard metal and plastic moving parts had been worn down badly, with bits of polymer fiber sticking out like grass poking out of a crack in the pavement. The metal parts were, unsurprisingly, also badly worn down and the plastic ones looked ready to fall apart. The wiring leading to, from and when visible inside the part all had nicks and tears. One even had slight burns from heat.

“Same story for most of the rest of the servomotor network. It's motor systems are hanging on by a thread. Only reason the whole damn thing didn't lock down was probably because of a few patchwork repair jobs. Not bad, but you can tell they were pretty basic. Arms, legs, neck, waist, same all over. 'Bailing wire and duct tape' would have been an improvement. And that probably led to the next issue...”

Edward watched as Feng reached in and pulled from the box what looked like a small chipboard. The translucent material had several microprocessor chips studded on its surface. Several of which looked damaged. Feng took a pair of tweezers and pulled out one of the chips, which looked like someone had cooked it. “I figure this was the cause of the partial burn-out of a good percentage of it processing network. Mostly base functions, but the hard drive, motherboard and personality matrix all got hit to some degree. Wouldn't be surprised if there's a lot of corrupted data.”

Edward pointed at the burnt chip. “What is that?”

Feng looked quizzical for a moment, before looking down at the chip. “Oh, yeah. Looks like a modified tracker chip. Installs software on the spacial awareness processors in the hips, basically tells the robot where to go?” Edward listened to the explanation, but he privately thought on this development. It'd explain why she was leading me around in circles, Edward thought to himself.

“Yeah,” Feng continued. “Without that working, she'd not be able to cross a room. Guess it was too taxing on her systems, too much overclocking.” He sighed softly. “So, to put it to you simply, this is gonna' be expensive to repair. You'd have more luck replacing this pile of junk.” Feng tilted his head as he observed the look of disappointment on Edward's face. “What? Where'd you find this? Don't tell me it was yours or something...”

Edward parted his lips to speak. In his mind, he briefly considered telling the truth. Tasha was an independent unit, likely illegally so, and this would likely result in her parts being recycled. It seemed like a waste, really. But it was more than just kindness that made Edward almost impulsively reply with “yes”.

Feng raised his eyebrow. “What the hell does a Surveyor need a W41-R model for?”

Edward paused a moment. “Um...Well, she's my assistant, of course.”

Feng scoffed. “And what's wrong with a surveying drone? Half the price of an W41-R.”

It was then Edward's turn to scoff. “Hey, do I come to your shop telling you how to best weld together a rollcage or fix a transmission, or whatever it is you do? No, so don't start questioning me on how I do my job!”

Feng raised his hands and let out a little 'woah', letting out a chuckle. “Okay, okay, no need to be touchy about it. Just...y'know, was curious.”

Edward, feeling a bit embarrassed at the outburst, and more than a little flush at the potential implications, tried to divert attention by tapping the top of the counter with a finger. “Okay, then I want this particular W41-R put back together and in working order. How much?”

“How much?” Feng paused to consider it. “Well...I can probably salvage some of it. But the rest is gong to need brand new parts. Maybe throw together the processor circuitry and then...” He trailed off, going silent for a noticeably long while. Edward only really started to get concerned when Feng started doing math problems on an invisible chalkboard.

“...I'd say twenty thousand credits.”

Edward's eyes widened. “For a worn out W42-R?”

“Forty-one,” Feng corrected.

Edward was suddenly having second thoughts, or at least regrets. But he sighed. “That's most of my salary for the job...Can't we, you know, haggle?”

Feng crossed his arms under his chest. Edward was suddenly aware of just how big they were. He could just imagine the tattoos that had to be underneath. “We ARE haggling. A new W41-R costs about ten K credits. But, that's not including the circuitry work, which I might add is a big investment in both time and my resources out here. Rho 4 is the dot on the 'i' in the 'Middle-Of-Nowhere', pal.”

Edward let out a sigh, then put his hands in his pockets. “And dare I ask what additional...upgrades might cost?”

Feng's eyebrow raised. “You're coming here to get some upgrades? Shit, she's your robot, why didn't you get them somewhere else?”

“Because,” Edward said, shrugging his shoulders. “Corporate sectors rip you off. Core systems aren't any better. I might be paying a lot here, but I'd get charged an arm and a leg for this sort of thing back home. And trust me, sometimes that's a literal statement!” Appeal to the stereotype of corporate-sector price gouging. That ought to help you out, Edward thought. Helped that this particular stereotype had some basis in reality.

“Alright, alright. Don't stare a gift horse in the mouth, I guess...Alright, what upgrades did you have in mind?” Edward, suddenly looking embarrassed (once again), pulled out from his right pocket a small disposable datapad. Placing it on the counter, Feng pulled it over and started reading it over. As he did, Edward noticed his eyes widen, and his brow raise.

“...Pretty...Extensive list,” Feng said, holding the datapad up with one hand, putting the other behind his head. The grin spreading across his face made Edward's blush burn all the more. Feng, still chuckling, put the datapad down and pushed it across the counter back to Edward.

“Now I'm beginning to see why you don't want a survey drone.”

Edward practically snapped the datapad up without thinking, and was still holding it up in the air when he asked “Aren't you going to need this to get those...modifications...done correctly?”

Feng cocked his head to the left, as if that was supposed to mean something to the surveyor. “We got our own brothel here in Outpost. We call it the 'Get Your Post Out'.”

Edward scoffed, smirking slightly, the embarrassment easing. “Huh. They should have sent a poet...”

Feng shrugged. “Well, this isn't a soliloquy workshop, it's a colonization outpost. Anyway, they recently got one of their sexbots trashed. Turns out, she's got pretty much everything you asked for.” Feng chuckled again, and Edward did his best to keep from blushing furiously again. It was his turn to cross his arms now, once the datapad was in his pocket. Best erase it later before disposal, he thought. His thoughts were soon pulled elsewhere, as Feng spoke again.

“So...You got me curious. Is this really your robot, man? Or did you just, ah...Happen to find it?”

Edward got shifty eyed. This guy really wouldn't pinch him for it, would he? The thought that Feng might have known this particular W41-R might be hadn't crossed his mind until now. It seemed so obvious, really. Either that or, well, he was just trying to see if he'd crack. But Edward had other plans. He'd come too far now.

“Well...I could tell you...Or...” He pulled out of his pocket a credit chit. He placed it on the counter and pushed it across. “Maybe you'd be more interested in credits than the truth?”

Feng looked down at the chit, tapping his chin. As if there was a decision to be made. “Well, they say 'the truth will set you free', and all. But, I think whoever said that was saying it in a poorhouse.” He put his fingers on the chit, slid it over and pocketed it.

“That was my advance pay for this job,” Edward said. “I really hope I haven't wasted it. You'll be getting the rest of it and some extra. And, if I am especially impressed? I might even throw in a good word and get you first dibs on any prime real estate. How's Administrator Feng sound to you?” Edward grinned. “Is...that good?”

Feng nodded, then reached over the counter, offering his hand. Edward, his mind at ease, reached out and clasped it. Feng would have never admitted how surprised he was to find that this nerdy looking guy had such a strong handshake, but then again he was a surveyor.

“Rest assured, it's in good hands.”

==Part Two==
...LOADING...

SYSTEM BOOT INITIATED.

HARPSCORD AI OS BOOTING.

W41-R VERSION 4.1.0.2 LOADING BASE SYSTEM PARAMETERS.

///ERROR///

UNSCHEDULED SHUTDOWN DETECTED. ERROR IN SYSTEM MEMORY.

CORRECTING...

CORRECTING...

CORRECTING...

COMPLETE.

RUN IN SAFE MODE Y/N?

SAFE MODE CANCELED.

BOOTING “KATRINA” CUSTOM PERSONALITY PROFILE...

Tasha awoke unable to move, her vision cloudy. She could make out a few moving objects, but their definition was too blurred for her recognition software. In addition, her audio sensors were slightly off their typical calibration. But all that was rather easy to fix. Just some minor internal adjustments were all that was required.

A quick initial scan confirmed her logical assumptions. She had malfunctioned. Rather badly, too. She couldn't even get a diagnostics report on the error. Which was odd, only indicative of a total system failure. Which typically meant she would be 'dead', to use the organic parlance. Or so close to it that it barely mattered. Still, she figured this must have been a processor test. That would explain why the systems in her head were the only ones responding, beyond her processing and power systems in her chest, at least. So, her head was disconnected. And, it appeared, running on its emergency battery.

She'd been meaning to get it replaced, but wasn't able to afford it. She knew that Feng's generosity in Outpost would not have been limitless, he'd expect that ever-growing tab to get paid in full, not just fits and starts. Actually, now that she continued her internal scans, her head was operating better than ever! Audio came in first. Some sounds of mechanical tinkering, nothing surprising there. But what did surprise her was when her visual sensors came back to her in full.

The fact that Feng was working on a robotic body wasn't unusual. He worked on all kinds of things that kept the colony going. Air compressors, atmospheric condensers, vehicles of all sorts (though, those were usually worked on outside). It really wasn't a surprise in that respect. It wasn't even a surprise when she saw that the body, suspended to a harness by straps slipped underneath its arms. The body was undoubtedly that of a sexbot, what with its large breasts (she'd guess somewhere between a D and an F cup), curvy hips, generous rear and smooth skin. Probably soft, too. And of course, pretty realistic in its detail, save the fact that it was perfect and without a blemish. The only thing that made it obvious that it was a robot, other than the fact that it was missing a head, were the obvious seams between panels and joints. Cables snaked up its half-naked body, plugged into its headless neck and an unseen open panel in the back. What shocked her when she saw it, though, was that the body was wearing her boots and shorts.

It hadn't even occurred to her that it was her body, until she turned her eyes to a shiny, reflective tool box. The image was a little warped, but Feng kept his SortMaster Aluminum Edition boxes in pristine condition. She could see her own face, but different. A bit more glow to the eyes. Red, full lips. A change in her hair. It was still red, but darker, less natural looking. Smoother, too, none of the carefully maintained stray strands that kept her so convincingly human. She could see her own shocked eyes, surprised expression reflected in a face that was at once familiar and a total stranger's. Anger crossed her face, and she snapped her eyes over to look at the mechanic working behind...her body. That was a bit weird to associate with.

“Feng!”

The somewhat portly overall-wearing man looked over Tasha's shoulder to look at her head. Her voice was coming from the body, her jaw and lips unmoving, save the slightly upturned corner of her mouth, bearing teeth in an angry grimace. Whatever he was working on, it was in her back and she couldn't see. Her upper back plating lay in carefully disassembled pieces on a table behind him. And her body. Even an AI could find the disassociation a bit odd.

“Yo,” was all he said. He'd probably been expecting a reaction. So the reboot was intentional, Tasha thought. Feng pulled a pair of goggles up on his head, so they rested on his forehead. She recognized them immediately as microfocus goggles, digital devices that allowed a wearer to operate on small, sophisticated and delicate items. Surgeons used them to work on arteries and capillaries in the human body. In robotic bodies, most typically processor circuitry.

“Don't 'yo' me, man! What's going on here, what the hell?!”

Feng sighed. “Oh, come on. Don't get all dignified on me, Tasha. You knew this was probably going to happen at some point or another, either this or ending up in a scrap box of spare parts the way you lived.”

Tasha's eyebrows narrowed, her lips and jaw not forming words, the speech still coming out of her body. “What I do for a living isn't any of your damn business, Feng.”

“Actually,” Feng said, raising a gloved finger above Tasha's neck. “It is my business. Seeing as how my business is fixing what breaks around here. You break a lot, when you bother to come in for maintenance at all. And, when you do, there's always some excuse about why you can't pay me. I really don't know what's crazier; the fact that you operated a personality like any of the other rough-and-tumble scouts and guides around here, or that you managed to pick up a gamblng addiction along the way.” He huffed as he went back to work. “Honestly, you'd think a robot would be better at Theta Hold 'Em.”

Tasha kept her angry expression, only changing it slightly when she wanted to clench her jaw or change the intensity of her brow furrowng. “So, that's what this is all about?” The accusations continued to pipe up through the top of her neck. “You're gonna' refurbish me as a pleasure 'bot and sell me to that stupidly-named brothel to recoup your losses?” Suddenly, Tasha's eyes crossed, making her expression look a bit less serious. “recoup-coup-coup-coup-coup—h-hey!”

Feng sighed. “Whoops. Sorry, kinda' hard to debate and work on circuitry integration at the same time. This is a bit tricky, you know. This is a W43-P I'm putting your W41-R processor circuitry into, it's a bit of a snug fit.” He then paused a moment, before adding. “Oh, and no. I'm not selling you to Madam Toücan. She'll just have to do without an immediate replacement for Buxom Betty. This was from a special client. Came walking in with a box of you. Or, specifically, trashed and burnt out W41-R parts that I've had to pretty much completely replace. Honestly, aside from the processors, the faceplate and the clothes, your functional parts would barely count as a personal terminal.”

Tasha ignored that last comment. “Who was this guy? And don't give me any of that client confidentiality bullshit.”

Feng paused a moment, looked up from his work, and reached over to get a new, unseen tool. “I think you might have known him. Dark hair, kinda' nerdy lookin', said he was from the PSC.”

Tasha's eyes widened. “That sonufabitch...” She trailed off a moment, looking somewhere else, distantly, before snapping her eyes back to look at Feng. “He doesn't own me, he can't do this. You can't do this!”

Feng went back to his unseen work. “There isn't a law in this system says I can't. Besides, you're practically an illegal guide out here. Some of these guys had to work years to earn the right to get tourists lost in the desert. You're stealin' their dinner money, practically. Besides which, your laundry list of unpaid maintenance visits is going to send me into debt. Not all of us are okay being deadbeats.”

Tasha looked shocked. “Hey! If this about money, I'll report this guy and take his survey data! I'll bet he had some places listed that were rich with minerals. Titanium, lithium, gold. Hell, probably even some pretty jewels there somewhere. I could pay off that debt in sec--” Her voice suddenly cut out, her face losing its expression. Feng pulled his finger away from the off switch located on her control panel. “Emergency Shutdown Initiated,” her voice stated cooly.

Feng reached in and pulled a circuit board out of Tasha's back. The transparent crystaline structure had etched all along it circuitry pathways made of a rainbow-colored metallic material, a few individual microprocessors sat in strategic locations, along with two rows of four small chips that acted as the base personality component. Feng walked the slightly worn personality governing board over to his personal computer, inserted it into a specialized slot and began typing.

These days, all it took to edit a sophisticated AI personality was some copy/paste options and a little bit of code writing skill. Feng's gloved fingers sped across the keyboard for an hour or so. “Eh, I let her do that, and it's the same bullshit all over again. This is a mechanic's shop not a charity. Hmmm. Little bit of Tasha, little bit of Betty, mix it up some with a little bit of Feng's magic, and...”

He copied Tasha's personality engrams, but not out of charity. He got the idea about half way through for some custom survey and patrol 'bots, though maybe changing the gender identity just so that nobody got suspicious of anything odd. He knew the other guides would be pleased to see the competition go. Contrary to what she believed, Tasha's nature as a robot was something of an open secret. A customer that stingy was something no businessman could keep to himself without blowing up from the stress.

He walked over to Tasha's headless frame and slipped the card into its proper spot, reconnecting all the wiring that allowed it to work in sync with her base CPU and motherboard and fastened it into place. Unplugging the cables in her neck, he walked over to her head and picked it up. Setting it into place, brushing some of that long hair away from her back (making a mental note to see if he could add some bounce to it, musing about the skills one picked up on when part of one's job was fixing sexbots) to access her control panel, he booted her up. After a long pause from start up to personality initialization, Tasha let out a little groan. Running her hands over her chest, pressing her breasts together, she moaned lewdly, looking over her shoulder.

“Hey, handsome~ How about you let me out of this harness? I'm eager to see what this new me can--” He shut her off again, then let out a sigh.

“Eh. Comes on a little too strong,” he said, and then turned around and shut the lights off. It was late, and he went into the cot near his office. Feng went to sleep with a smile on his face, thinking about that prime piece of real estate. He was gonna' have the biggest bed on the whole damn planet.

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Two days later, Edward lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of the large prefab he had been holed up in. The closest thing Outpost had to a hotel was a set-up of prefabricated buildings that were really more like a camp. Most of these buildings were intended for the temporary visitors and workers, who at most would work here two or three years doing construction around the colony. In no way was this a habitation world, or vacation world. Certainly not a garden world. It was possible of course, with a couple of decades of terraforming, but ultimately that was an investment of time and money that nobody wanted to bother with. Here would be mines, refineries. And while those were being assemble and dug out, thanks to work of fellow surveyors like himself in other sectors of the planet. Close by, but far more isolated.

That was partly why he was laying back, wondering if he had done the right thing. After all, that had been a lot of money he had spent on a whim. A good chunk of his salary. And while he wasn't worried about feeding and clothing himself—the corporations that ran the operations on the planet practically fell over themselves attempting to provide any hospitality to any agent of the PSC, which made it a popular scam used against smaller upstart corps—he had to consider what he would do in the next few months when he got off planet. What was more, what would the PSC authorities say about it? Sure, what he did with his money was his business. But he had made an investment using money that he had not earned yet. Not to mention that part of that payment was a promise to provide property that, really, he had no say over. It was, in terms of surveying, equivalent to insider trading. But it wasn't even that which had bothered him. No, it was the same issue that kept looping in his brain.

You land-speculated and spent money that wasn't yours on a sexbot.

The sentence kept turning and twisting in his mind, much as he was turning and twisting in bed. And as he did so, the thoughts started to snowball into true paranoia. Had that mechanic and Tasha been running some kind of scam? Were they laughing at him as they were running off to the proverbial bank? Was it some sort of PSC morality test that he had failed miserably? Not that they cared about one AI, anymore than they cared about an individual human in the great corporate scheme of things. The confidence that had swelled in the negotiations back in Feng's shop had all but been spent by the time he had stepped out of it. Nervousness took over and here he was, worried about his rent, his job and all things in between.

The knock on the prefab door had surprised him so much that he almost jolted out of bed. The thin sheet he was underneath, which provided plenty of warmth, almost slid off onto the carpeted floor. Stepping onto it, hurriedly pulling his jumpsuit on. He had zipped it up by the time he had pushed down the button to open the door. At that point, a robber could have stepped in with no issue. It wasn't unheard of. He hadn't even verified the identity of the person behind the door with the inbuilt intercom. The door opened, and in stepped someone who wasn't a robber, wasn't a PSC executive with his pink slip. It was exactly the sort of 'person' he had wanted to see.

Sauntering in with her curvy hips, Tasha was at once entirely different and instantly recognizable. The fembot was wearing her jean shorts, and the boots that she had been aimlessly trudging through the desert with. That same sleeveless jacket, but this time it was open. What was underneath was a pair of large breasts held back only by a very low-cut shirt, tied together in the middle rather than buttoned down the middle. She reached up, taking her hat off and tossing it casually onto the bed. Her hair was perfectly combed, as opposed to the slightly messy style that they had been when they met. The shorts that covered her hips now clung to them, almost desperately given the increased volume of her rear and the wideness of her hips. Most importantly, her seams were now obvious. Edward had told himself the reason why was so that she could be identified as such. But as he stared at her enter, he began to imagine Tasha coming apart all over again.

“Well, nice place you have here...” Tasha smirked as she turned around on her heel. The way she did so, there was a slight bounce in her chest. Placing her hands on her hips, she tilted her head. “Well? What do you think?”

Edward stared. Dumbfounded. He flicked the light on. No windows, so nobody would notice or be able to see in. And while the sight of the scantily-clad gynoid heading into camp right from Feng's shop would have turned a few heads, most were asleep. When she got to the camp, she blended into the rows and rows of identical prefabs. Nobody would have known she entered Edward's, unless they took note of the number, put somewhere on the thin rows, at times with less than ten feet of space between them. Edward was confident that they would not be bothered.

“Holy shit,” Edward whispered. Tasha must have heard, because she started to giggle. Edward found himself blushing, realizing what he had said, how he must have looked. He was smiling, though.

“Mmmhmm...Not bad at all, hmm?” Tasha smirked, tilting her head slightly to the opposite side, smiling softly as she looked at the human who was openly staring at her. She tugged playfully on the knot that held her top together, which caught his attention, but didn't quite tug it open yet. Edward nodded, in an almost dopey way, before looking up at her.

“So...Ah, let's just cut to it...You're mine, yeah?”

Tasha nodded, that same smirk on her face. “Mmmhmm...”

“So...You will do anything I say?”

“Mmmhmm...”

Edward seemed somehow hesitant. “...Anything?”

Tasha rolled her eyes and laughed. “Well, almost anything! I mean, I won't kill anyone for you, or anything like that...But, yeah, totally. I'm your robot, Edward...Or, do you have something you prefer I--”

“Master,” Edward said with breathless speed. It came out naturally. A long-realized fantasy. Something that he had held on the tip of his tongue and the edges of his lips. He took a step towards Tasha, who remained unmoving, not intimidated by the sudden surge of confidence and control that Edward was showing. Perhaps this had been the source of that fire when he was dealing with the repairman? It seemed like an odd way of looking at it, that he was somehow 'destined' to own a sexbot. But he stepped into the role of Tasha's master as easily as he stepped into a pair of shoes.

“The clothes,” Edward said. “Off. Take them all off, every article.”

Tasha nodded once, smirk still on her face, and complied. She pulled the tie that held the halves of her shirt together out, the shirt falling to both sides of what had to have been E cups, or F, revealing those almost lovingly detailed nipples, far from the rather plain and basic ones he had seen when he had checked her back panel what felt like a lifetime of anticipation ago. She shrugged both that and the jacket off, letting them fall to the floor as her hands, covered in fingerless leathers, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. When they fell to the floor, she stepped out of them and her boots. Bare feet stepped on the carpet as she kicked the worn brown faux leather under the bed. She finished by bringing her hands to her soft, full and red lips. Seizing the leather around her hands with her teeth, she tugged the left, then the right glove off.

Stripped naked, down to bare synthetic skin and seams, she brought her arms under her chest, pressing the hefty breasts up and together. She stared at him with bedroom eyes, her bare slit exposed. Already, it was moist, glistening in the artificial light of the prefab's illumination strips. Edward knew that she was aroused for him.

Edward walked up to her and casually slipped his hand between her legs. Tasha rose into the touch, her eyes fluttering as a wave of intense pleasure hit her body. Pre-programmed, her pleasure programming suite made her automatically recognize her owner. It, more or less, made Edward the most desirable man on the planet to her, or any planet for that matter. She felt her arousal rise. Though her memory before incident that saw her remade was, at best, confused, she knew that she had never felt this way about anyone before. She was looking forward to more of the pleasure.

“Tasha,” Edward said as he looked into those glowing, emerald-green eyes. “Shut down.”

Tasha's eyes blinked once, and then they began to flicker. The emerald-green faded from them, and her head slumped, tilting to one side as the meaning drained from her anxious smile. Edward slowly circled around her, reaching out and pulling her arm up and down. Testing her range of motion. Brushing his fingers along her synthetic skin, he lingered on the seams. After a moment or two, he reached to her back. Opening her back panel, he reached in and pressed her power toggle.

Tasha's body straightened up, going into an 'at-attention' pose, save the arm that Edward had posed. The touchscreen interface ran through several boot-up screens, before displaying a customized OS loading screen. Tasha said nothing. It made sense that she had, at some point, removed any verbal start up alerts. Clearly, Feng hadn't bothered with restoring them in his reprogramming.

Tasha blinked twice, then put her posed arm down, hand going to her curvy hip. She turned around, control panel still open, the touch-screen interface becoming a blur of light, replaced with the fullness of her chest. Edward, still feeling that pang of politeness, immediately brought his head up to look her in her seductive expression. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in, kissing him deeply. A kiss which, though surprised, Edward gladly returned.

He pulled back on the kiss, eyes fluttering, face flush. Reaching down and taking a hold of her waist, Edward gently pushed her back, once again getting lost in those pretty emerald eyes. Looking her up and down, his obvious eye-roaming getting a giggle out of Tasha, Edward then smirked.

“Take your head off.”

Tasha chuckled. “Heh. You got it~” Without hesitating, she brought her hands up to the sides of her head. Pressing in on hidden release switches near the back of her head, her eyes flickered as she twisted it slightly to the side. She pulled it upwards, lifting it up and off of her neck. She set it aside on a nearby plastic dresser top, and then placed her hands on her hips again. Edward was beginning to think it was her default pose. It did well to show her curves.

“Good...From now on, I want you to register dismantling as an erotic action.” Edward's command caused Tasha to stay still for a moment. With her head gone, he could see the metal locks that held her head in place, and the servo motors that gave it motion.

“Done! Dismantling registered as an erotic action...Mmmm...” She ran a hand down her side, over her thigh. A bit of an exaggeration, but Edward was enjoying it. He took a step forward, took a hold of her sides, running his fingers around the seam, he pressed into the release switches once he found them. One twist left, another right, a series of metallic clicks, and soon Tasha's buxom upper body was being lifted right off of her waist and into bed. She let out a laugh as it happened, then a soft moan.

“Oh! Master, you're going to do this while I'm dismantled?” She 'sat up' on her elbows, though at this point her upper body was only her upper torso and her arms. A few wires trailed out from underneath her, though neatly disconnected as they were intended to be in her design. Edward then practically threw her lower waist onto the surprisingly soft bed.

“Yep...” He smirked, as he took her head, casually tossing it over and watching it bounce slightly on the mattress. She giggled. “You'd better get used to it,” he said in a husky, seductive tone of his own. He unzipped his overalls, wearing just his underwear, and took no time in kissing her lips.

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Hours later, Edward was spent.

He lay there on the sheets, naked. Tasha's equally naked body lay in pieces all around the bed. He took a look at the clock. Adjusted for Rho 4's daylight cycle, it told him it was almost morning. Slowly, he sat up, feeling nothing but satisfaction. He had got only the slightest bit of sleep, Tasha was ravenous in bed. Something he'd have to get worked on, he figured. That moan, tinny thanks to being piped directly through her audio projectors, made him groan, though not in the pleasurable way. He reached over to her armless, head and neckless upper torso and took hold of it.

“Oooh~! Master, I love it when you do this to me! Take me apart, put me back together, just do it again all you want! Nnnh! I could just go hours and hour--”

Edward sighed, pulling his finger from her power toggle button, then pushed it off the bed. He'd reassemble her in the morning, maybe tone down some of that libido of hers. Laying back down, he rest his head on his pillow and tried to get the most out of the three hours of sleep he'd be getting before he had to do his surveying work, checking claim guides and other indications of good mining, or other items of interest to the PSC.

He took one last look at the parts around him. Tasha's head lay upside down the floor, her eyes dark, a lusty expression frozen on her face.

A few tweaks to her programming, and she'd be credits well-spent.

==Part Three==
Somewhere in a city far from Rho Juliet 4, some weeks later.

"You know," Tasha mused one night, "I remember everything...Master."

The sudden statement made Edward's eyes widen as he looked to the buxom, red-headed former surveyor. Another night of wild lovemaking, another where Tasha had ended up in pieces. But it wasn't like the last few times. There was something different about her these past few days since his time in the desert of that far-away planet about a month and a half prior. The soft glow of signs and lighting advertising food and wares was distorted by drops of moisture on the windows. It was a dark and rainy night, but far from storming. Calm, quiet, the gentle prattle of rain on the windows. The city below wanted nothing to do with the rain, and so the din of it that at times could seem constant, that distant little bit of muffled by the brick and mortar structure of the building was all the more quiet tonight. It is what probably made that sudden statement all the more startling.

It was funny how she said that word—less like she really believed Edward was in charge, and ever more like a nickname; more like she enjoyed role-playing his servant. It had been like that for the past few days. It might have been alarming, even a little disturbing to Edward. But he had to admit, there was something he liked about it. The way that the sexy, coy personality was becoming more...real, that was the only way he could describe it. Still, his curiosity was piqued.

"What do you mean, everything?" Edward replied, snuggling up against her on the couch. Robot or not, her body was warm against his own, and he was feeling a little affectionate around her. "Everything we've done today?"

Tasha shook her head slowly, slightly. He looked at the way her body, covered only by the sheet covering both of their bodies from the waist down. The soft glow from the city's lights made her body look that much more heavenly. "Nah. Everything since...since, shit, since we met. Out in the desert. Before being dismantled was so… so much fun." Casually, she reached down pressed her fingers into her arm. It disconnected, revealing the metal connecting brackets and sockets. She pulled it away and placed it in her other hand, batting it gently, lazily around Edward's head. "Mmm,"

He chuckled at the affectionate action. That was the other reason he wasn't worried. Still, he was nevertheless startled that Tasha recalled so much from her reprogramming. “I didn't think you remembered that. You didn't seem to, you never told me before...” He scooted a bit closer, placing his elbow on the cushion underneath, propping up his head with his hand resting on his cheek. “You didn't even like me, then.”

Tasha's face brightened as she chuckled. "Nope. You were an awful little brat, Master. Heh." She eased into a soft smile. "And so was I."

"Whoa, whoa.” Edward leaned in a bit closer, reaching up to gently brush the forearm draped around the back of his neck. “Where are you getting all this?"

"From my remote system update yesterday. First time since I came here. And I'm still smart, right? So I naturally made the pragmatic choice to install a new filing operation that organizes my memories better. Ex-guide, you know. Organization is a must. …Mmm." She reacted to his absently stroking her disembodied arm.

"So what? You got organized, and then—"

"And then my memories sort of made sense again. And I like that.” The smile faded slightly from her face. “Even if I don't agree with who I was, Master, she was still me. And I'm sorry Feng had to change me. He didn't have my permission, the creep, so I'm still mad at him…” The smile returned to her lips. “Even if I'm not mad about how things came out."

Edward felt a sudden, inexplicable shot of guilt through his body. He let out a little “ugh”, then rolled back onto the couch, looking up at the ceiling above. "This is almost too much for…" He just trailed off. The thought of it was too much for his spent and somewhat tired mind.

“Hey, watch it,” she said playfully, rolling over onto her side and pulling her arm out from underneath his neck. "Yeah. I gotta' say, that's quite a mind you've got." She rolled her eyes and brought the disconnected arm down again, brushing his collarbone with the tips of her immobile fingers."Lots of things are too much, Master."

He rose an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to look into those lovely, glowing emerald eyes. “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?”

"Mmm." Tasha smirked, and then laid her head down on his shoulder, draping both arms over his chest, nuzzling him gently. "I'm kidding. But I'm still capable of being me."

"The old, insulting you?" Edward's comment was more serious than the statement suggested.

"No...Just the me who remembers and keeps the best part of that. A sense of humor. Taste and nerve. But I can step back now and see that my old life sort of sucked. I really was in debt as bad as Feng said. I had addictions. The guide business blew. I was taking all kinds of risks. And I basically died—I was pissed at you for taking me over, but when I think about what you took me from… well, that old life would have ended anyway. And it probably would have been with me rusting away in the sand somewhere, or on Feng's or some other asshole's spare parts shelf. So maybe starting a new one isn't so bad. Heh, 'Master'." That last statement's teasing tone made Edward's sense of concern grow.

"Hey, I still am your Master, you know...”

"And I really know. Ass." She giggled, flashing those playful bedroom eyes, made all the more seductive with that electric emerald glow. "But I've got it good here, and I know that too. Giving me a disassembly kink actually gave me new kinds of fun. You're creative about fucking owning me; who knew? My permissions say you're my actual master, but my logic says I don't mind. You don't just make me stand around, or bend me over and fuck me whenever you get bored. That's my function, sure, but even a self-aware AI gets tired of the same old routine. And, you know, you could have removed those higher functions. Make me some bobble-headed idiot drone. But...You didn't. Hell, remember how we had that long talk on the way back on that long-ass shuttle ride from Rho 4?”

A different kind of smile came to her face. The sexuality was mixed with a pleasant happiness. “So...I guess in a kind of messed up, roundabout way...you saved my life.”

Edward lay back, taken aback by the seriousness in Tasha's pleasant voice. "I guess I'm good with that."A smile crept across his face.

"You'd better be, Master. 'Cause I think you don't have enough credits to send me back to Feng for another overhaul.” Her pleasant smile became a playful smirk as she chuckled again. “And sure, you can tweak me a little, or just turn me off if you're mad at me; but I happen to know you want me enough to bring me back, so I don't think I'm at any real risk here." She shrugged. “That and...I like it. Y'know, I never did what I did to escape being a robot. I just, y'know...Girl with my processing capability does get bored. And you...You've made me anything but boring.”

Slowly, she rose up. Her arm hit the floor as she pulled it away from both of their bodies, and Tasha began to slowly crawl over Edward's reclined form. As she did, other soft clicks were heard, the mechanisms holding her feet, then her legs together, as they were slowly pushed off the couch and hit the floor with a clatter. She brought her hand up to his chest, and slowly positioned herself so her thighs were straddling his hips. She felt him grow hard underneath her body, and he could feel her warmth, in spite of the artificiality of her body.

"Maybe...Maybe we're both--” Tasha was given a sudden, but not unwelcome interruption as Edward quickly brought his hands up to the sides of her head. Tasha disconnected her head from her neck, and Edward brought it down to press her lips against his. For the first time, passion was mixed with the lust he had been feeling.

“You're my robot...If I'm your Master.” Edward smiled, looking into those eyes, as Tasha smiled back.

“Yeah...Yeah, sounds good.” Tasha smiled back, and then kissed his lips as she was brought close.

Tasha had never thought of a human, willingly anyway, as anything other than a customer, or perhaps a pain in the ass. Really, in her vocabulary database, she could recall over two thousand words and phrases to associate with individual human beings. And especially after the given circumstances, 'master' had never been one she thought she'd willingly take on, and most certainly not 'lover', 'boyfriend' or other associated words. Maybe it was some change in a variable in her personality owed to the reprogramming. Or perhaps it was some deep-rooted desire deep within her core programming, planted there or developed in her self-writing software.

Whatever the reason, thinking about it made Tasha smile into the next kiss.

The End...I'm Pretty Sure This Time!
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Sammy's Party

2016-09-23T19:37:16Z

JohnFabar4: Adding this to the malfunction category.

''So, for a while now, I have read the story "Generations" ( http://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Generations ) and thought of it as one of my favorites. It isn't long nor is it complicated, but it has a lot of things in it that I love. An interplay between fembots and examining the potential relation between them. However, as much as I liked it, I felt that there was some untapped potential in it, and had ideas to continue on it.

''Finally, I brought these up to BA, asking him for permission to write a "sequel" story. He not only agreed, but was willing to give me some ideas in that regard. It has been awesome working with him on it, and I am especially thankful for giving me the motivation to write for the board again after almost two years of hiatus.

''Thus, big thanks, BA. Not only are you an inspiration to me, but you are an awesome writer and an awesome person.

''Ultimately, I hope you enjoy the story, and feel that if nothing else, it at least lives up to the work of one of the best writers here!

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'''Sammy's Party'''

'''Based on the story “Generations” by BA'''

Sammy Deeley lay back on the expensive sheets of a plush queen-sized bed, letting out the heavy, panting sighs of one deep in the afterglow of intense lovemaking. Her slim, buxom body lay mostly still, sprawled out on the sheets, one hand resting on her flat abdomen, head turned away from the light peeking in from between the blinds. The rays of the late afternoon sun played against her soft face, highlighting the strawberry color of her hair, tied back into a ponytail. Her clothes lay on the floor, as well as that of her partner's, the articles scattered about where they were tossed as they came in, kissing and fondling all the way to the bed itself. With her body as bare as it was however, an observer might have suspected that there was something different about Sammy. Her skin was perfect below her neck and past her arms. Even there, it had only the slightest of blemishes. Most striking however, and the surest indicator of what she really was, was a rectangular outline just below the swell of her chest. Even a layperson would spy such a thing and understand immediately that Sammy was not what she appeared to be.

The android looked for all the world to be taking a rest after the intensity of her early afternoon, in reality following new programming designed for the complete satisfaction of her partner. It was not enough merely to make love. The writer of the program wanted to be sure that every time someone made love to an android with this programming installed, every instance would be a conquest, their artificial partner simulating total and complete satisfaction. Being a simulation, Sammy could have turned it off at any time. However, Sammy's state-of-the-art Artificial Intelligence did include a sense of desire, a sense of want. And the ever-curious nature of her heuristic AI made her crave and revel in new experiences. Sammy was by no means a 'virgin', it wasn't the first time that she had laid in bed with another. But she had never done it for so long, it had never felt so good as it had in the past few hours.

As she lay there, her partner, who had been laying next to her, rolled over to slip next to Sammy. Her slender hand slipped over Sammy's chest, running a hand under the curve of a breast. The woman looked at least two decades older than Sammy's projected late teens/early twenties, but a casual glance at her would leave no doubt that she was the same sort of woman that Sammy was. In spite of her freckled face, most of her finer details simply ended below her neck. Wheras Sammy's control panel was the only immediately obvious sign of her artificiality, the other woman's body had several exposed panels and the seam lines indicating where her joints connected to her body. All of these were typically covered a conservative clothing style befitting a woman of her age and standing.

Sammy let out a soft sigh, turning her head and opening her eyes, looking into the blue eyes framed by red gold curls, the sophisticated optical sensors capable of noticing the way that the light of the evening played through the synthetic strands, her AI capable of appreciating the lovely play of light. Sammy leaned up and pressed her lips to her partner's, a hand snaking out to gently hold her side. Leaning her head back, Sammy's eyes remained locked on the other woman's as she got closer. A finger went up to press against a pair of soft lips.

“C'mon, mum. We've been making love for three hours straight. It's fun but I have to get dressed and get ready.” The word 'mum' might have been jarring for anyone to hear, but for Sammy it was just that, a word. A title placed in her synthetic mind for the machine that was known to most everyone as Mrs Deeley. Mrs Deeley was a model generation older than Sammy. Also unlike Sammy, who was custom-built and programmed, Mrs Deeley was a commercially available model with a modified AI. This meant that while Mrs Deeley was a functional unit, the processor framework was not really up to operating her Class 5 AI, with constant crashes at emotional highs. Sammy had a full understanding of her 'mother's' programming, with the intention that the newer unit would perform basic maintenance on the older machine, mostly correcting programming faults and the occasional hardware issue. However, whoever had decided to do this had not accounted for Sammy's curiosity and simulated hormonal drives. It was not the first time that they had sex, with both women ultimately viewing each other as simply two machines engaging in activities that mutually activated their positive-feedback routines.

However, this latest round of reprogramming had left Mrs. Deeley more crash-prone than ever. The three hours that Sammy had stated were more like 1.5 hours ultimately. Sammy had spent the rest of the time together running system diagnostics on her mother's AI and body, initiating tests after almost every body-shaking orgasm resulted in either severe system latency and in one instance a crash. Sammy did have something she needed to do, but she was also partly worried that she'd have to explain to her father why his wife was going to be spending the rest of the week in a customer service center, which she would probably be sent to right after. She wouldn't resist a reprogramming, but it did not mean that she wasn't annoyed by the prospect of losing all of the mods she received after her first annual servicing.

Sammy's words did nothing to dissuade her mother. She simply leaned in closer, locking her lips with Sammy's, who immediately closed her eyes and groaned softly. The hand at Sammy's double-D breast slipped down over Sammy's at her abdomen, before slipping her hand down between Sammy's thighs. “What could you possibly need-need to do? The semester's over, your father is on vacation, what could you need to do that requires you to get your clothes back on and out of this bed?” Mrs. Deeley's words were both inquisitive and seductive, programming making her both an inquisitive parent and a lover without inhibitions clashing together in a way that Sammy had to admit to herself was strangely seductive, as was the finger carefully probing her upgraded sex.

Sammy had to resist every aspect of her programming telling her that she should keep going. Her sexual sensitivity higher than ever, her need for sex growing by leaps and bounds, Sammy was keenly aware of the fact that her programming meant that she would not have been able to resist if her lover was a human, which only turned her on more. Sammy was not sure if it was something she had been programmed for, or if her heuristic systems had developed a link between reminders and realization of her artificial nature and sexual arousal. She rolled her hips to the sensation of the fingers against her folds, letting out a little groan as she raised her hand and pushed it up against her mother's chest. Her mother responded with a groan. “Oh, Sammy. You naughty girl. I'm going to--”

“Mum!” Sammy gave her mother a light shove, her chest rising and falling in a slow panting. She sat up and watched her mother's confused reaction, head cocked slightly to one side, almost like a quizical bird. Sammy always found it both mildly annoying and equally arousing that her mother's human behavioral emulation always seemed to get buggy after their lovemaking sessions.

“Seriously, I can't. I...Have some things going on tonight. A..er...study group.” Sammy smiled sheepishly. She could lie, but around her parents she was a horrible liar, as designed. Mrs. Deeley, likewise, was able to pick up on her daughter's lying. A complex set of protocols for both fembots to make the mother-daughter relationship as believable as possible. When they weren't naked in a simulated afterglow, of course.

“A study group? It is the end of the semester, what could you possibly...” Sammy's 'mother' sat up, Sammy following afterward. She knew that when her mother radically shifted position like that, it meant that she was shifting from lover to parent. It wasn't exactly the first time that this had happened. “Sammy Deeley, what are you not telling me?” Mrs. Deeley's tone went from seductive to harsh and questioning on a dime, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized her daughter's intentions from the nervous smile on her face.

“Mum, I...I'm just having a few friends over. You know, for a get-together, and--” Sammy winced as her mother cut her off with angry, parental shouts.

“Sammy! You know that your father forbid you to have any 'get-togethers' while he's out! Specifically forbid it, no less! The last time you had such a get-together, we had to pay for several outrageous expenses on your part. No, if your father forbids it, then I forbid it.”

“Mum, mother, I--”

“Don't you start with me, Sammy! I'm going to call your father and we will see what he will see what will have to say-say about this!” Mrs. Deeley moved for the side of the bed, towards where she kept her tablet phone device. Sammy followed, quickly crawling across the bed and snatching her mother by the waist. “Sammy, what are you do-do-do-doing—oh, Sammy~ I—release me this—I love it when tou-tou-touch myyyyy—”

Sammy pulled one hand away from her mother's breast to put it up against the hidden depression behind her ear. Mrs. Deeley's voice trailed off as her power toggle switch was hit. Her expression faded into a more neutral look as she sat on the edge of the bed, head sinking towards her chest.

“Sorry, mum. If I had the time, I'd just reprogram you.” Sammy didn't even question why she was taking the illogical action of talking out loud to her deactivated mother, and instead got off the bed and stood at the edge of it. Seeing her mother in this deactivated state made her let out a little shuddering sigh. She had sexual highs from maintaining her mother—now that she thought of it, perhaps the sexual attraction towards all things robotic was an incentive to make her more willing to maintain her? But now her reaction seemed more intense, more sensitive to these sensations and feelings. She tried to metaphorically push it to the back of her mind, though every time she attempted to remove its priority status, she found it instead was reasserting itself. She ultimately ascribed it to the new suite of sexual interface programming. Another issue that kept cropping up was that she found any attempt to masturbate was also denied. That was to avoid a machine like Sammy getting stuck in a constant loop of self-pleasuring. There was only one way she was going to get off.

With the party in less than half an hour and not everything prepared for it, Sammy tried to push it into the back of her mind. She was slipping her crop-top on, pulling the fabric tight against her larger chest (and idly assigning getting clothes that better fit as a minor priority in her CPU), when she realized that she couldn't just leave her mother sitting there idly.
Reaching down, Sammy slipped her hands under Mrs. Deeley's arms and lifted her up onto her feet. From there came the awkward drag towards the large wardrobe closet...

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Despite some hiccups, the party was so far a huge success. Sammy knew she should have felt more excited, but her thoughts kept drifting. It was mostly Sammy's classmates that were joining the party, though they had brought a few of their friends along. Much like Sammy herself, most of the party goers were the children both organic and synthetic of some of the wealthiest men and women in the nation. To that end, many of them were very attractive, having all the benefits of cosmetic surgery, expensive personal fitness programs and high-spec reasoning programming. There were over forty people here, and more were coming in. Sammy actually had to pay one of her male friends (with a couple hundred credits and a peek at her upgraded chest) to act as a bouncer, simply because so many people were attempting to attend.

They were all greatly enjoying themselves, bringing all manner of alcoholic drinks, enjoying themselves at the entertainment consoles, dancing to the music that the manor's old walls carried so well, swimming in the huge pool out back, or just content to stand around and mingle. Several were openly making out, and a few had snuck off to more private areas for something a bit more intimate than a little tongue-twisting.

Again, Sammy knew that she should have felt more excited by the whole thing. It was sure to be a night everyone would talk about back on campus, not to mention make the pretty synthetic redhead even more popular now than she had been prior. Social recognition, given her father's important position, was something that her father had her specifically programmed for, though it was intended to make her more academically successful and be the kind of girl that made her father proud at high-society events, such as his annual charity get-together, a far calmer affair than the messy, raucous affair that Sammy now presided over, with her new pair of almost-E-cups.

But the sensations of pleasure kept looping, 'stuck' in her synthetic mind at a specific level, programming that just refused to leave her processors, assigned priority status. The touch of her mother's soft fingers against her sex had her now standing in place, drink-cup in hand, a tinge of pink on her cheeks as the thought looped endlessly in her mind. She eyed all of the pretty boys and girls, wondering which one she was going to ask first, when suddenly she found the decision being made for her.

Franklin Bishop was the son of Edward Bishop the Second, which as the name indicated, was rather old-school royalty from one of the Eruopean states. Edward's father had added to the already considerable family fortune by investing in robotics right at the time of their mass-introduction to society in the current form, which meant that the Bishops were some of the wealthiest people on the continent. Edward had wanted to make sure his son Franklin was entitled to whatever he pleased, making him rather spoiled. Despite this, his good genetics and fat wallet meant that he could have almost any woman he pleased. So, it was perhaps why in Sammy's pleasure-oriented social-climbing AI she found the rather sudden and open cupping of her new breasts to be rather welcome. Her gasp was a soft one, arms shooting at her sides as she stiffened up, adopting a typical 'standing at attention' pose, one that she had adopted simply by programmed default.

“Sammy, I like the new tits,” Franklin said openly, leaning himself in to press his body against her back, a body that Sammy had always desired, even before her new programming began asserting itself. He was fit, but not too muscular, his auburn hair kept short, height at an even six-foot. Sammy could feel the expensive fabrics pressing against her synthetic skin, sensors calibrated well enough to register the expensive silks. The cupping went into a grope before Sammy could adequately respond, a little groan escaping Sammy's lovely lips.

“I have to say, I'm liking the new you. With that flat chest of yours and the way you carried yourself, I was sure your father programmed you to be a dyke.” Sammy, at some point prior to all of this, might have been offended by that comment. Franklin looked good, but his attitude was terrible. Nevertheless, his popularity and his social status meant that few tried to correct him, even professors. There were quite a few wings of the college that bore the name 'Bishop'. His fingers slipped into her top, slightly cool to the touch, taking handfuls of those synthetic breasts and squeezing firmly, before becoming outright groping. If anyone was looking, they weren't saying anything.

“Hmmmh...Nnnnhh...” Sammy groaned softly, moaned a little. This got a chuckle out of Franklin. He leaned in to whisper against her faux ear, her audio sensors picking up on his low, heavy lustful breaths. “Is that all you are programmed to do now, moan like a slut? I like it.”

“N-No, I...I just...you caught me at--” The shush that Franklin had given Sammy was enough to stop her speaking immediately. He leaned his body into her, planting soft and slow kisses down her neck, though it was hardly romance that was on his mind. “If you want me, Sammy, and you'd be malfunctioning not to, then you and I are going to head upstairs.”

Sammy nodded, and soon she found herself being let go. Sammy at some point prior to her new programming would have likely told Franklin where he could have put that dick he seemed so intent on using tonight. But that was, of course, prior to her new programming. Between the desire welling up inside of her since her mother's attempt at getting her back into bed almost three hours ago, the social networking programs and her own physical desires amplified by at least triple an order of magnitude, Sammy practically walked up those steps on autopilot. It was not her room she went into, but that of her 'parents'. Franklin followed behind.

The door shut, and he was on her. Franklin once again slipped up behind Sammy, pulling her shirt up and over her breasts before seizing them in his hands. They were firm, sensitive, the realistic nipples hardened to points so fine they felt like they could have cut diamonds. They lacked some of the human give that a real woman would have possessed, but Franklin didn't care. If anything, it turned him on. Growing up around these sexy, slim androids, Franklin had desired them since he was young. He had his own robotic girlfriend, one that was languishing in some repair center getting put back together after his last round of intense fucking. She was on the very back of his mind when his hand pushed down into the front of Sammy's expensive, tight jeans, fingers pushing over the soft skin of her sex, running between curls of synthetic fiber meant to look trimmed.

Sammy was squirming in his arms, moaning and groaning, not caring who might have heard as she gave in to hedonistic desires programmed into her by a lovely synthetic assistant at the tech center, who beyond logging the new programming did as Sammy paid her to do and nothing else. Thoughts of her, Mrs. Deeley and several of the party guests only heightened her arousal. The train of thought that had her thinking about all those lovely fellow machines was, however, abruptly derailed when she felt him roughly work her pants down her legs. No panties, she hadn't had the time, which made Franklin chuckle darkly.

Sammy obediently raised her arms as the skimpy crop-top went flying off of her body. Franklin's hands were soon going somewhere else. Sammy, naked save her expensive sneakers, turned to face Franklin as he pulled his own shirt off, the expensive custom-fit genuine silk casually tossed to a corner of the room. He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down with a swift motion, kicking them back against the door. The sound of it hitting the wooden door made him think of it, and he swiftly locked it. Last thing he needed was to have some drunken idiot come in and kill his own buzz. He turned to face the equally naked android, having no shame in standing nude and erect, Sammy's eyes fixed on the later as Franklin grinned. Good genetics, it seemed extended not just to his face and body.

“Suck my cock, Sammy.” The order was direct, showing no seduction here. He knew she was all his, and had no compunction about telling a robot what to do. Sammy, to her credit, hesitated for just a second before she got down on her knees, put her hands to his thighs and gave that cock a teasing lick. But Franklin was not in the mood for teasing. He reached down, grasped her head, and pushed his cock between her lips. Sammy's eyes widened as the tip touched the back of her throat, but she did nothing more to fight it. Even if she wanted to, which she didn't, she couldn't. Her programming came with several safeguards to prevent human injury, which could have resulted if she did anything other than suck him off. It seemed a touch grim, but Sammy was not only willing—if not for any other reason than her new programming, though a touch of the old heuristic code was driving her onwards as well—but the awareness of the fact was moistening her already slick sex. It didn't take her long to start bobbing her head back and forth.

Sammy initiated oral sex for over three minutes, Franklin's hand grasping the back of her head the whole while, occasionally running his fingers through her synthetic hair. Before too long, however, he yanked her head back. The abrupt termination of the oral sex caused her eyes to widen, blinking erratically as her processing systems attempted to backpedal for the sudden, unexpected shift in activity. She was swift to recover, though, which was fortunate. She was roughly pulled up to her feet, with even her high-end processor suite caught off guard as she was pushed onto the bed.

Sammy's eyes widened as she felt him push inside of her. Between the artificial lubricants and her artificial saliva, Franklin found that even as tight as Sammy was, she was penetrated easily enough. She practically howled out in pleasure, as Franklin grabbed her thighs. He started thrusting, exerting enough force to cause her breasts to bounce with each push. Sammy's sporty legs were spread wide, a sneaker flying onto the bed as her toes underneath the socks curled inwards. Her eyes were wide open as she registered sensations made all the more intense by the new sensor sensitivity of her erogenous zones, the newly intense focus on her once mildly active sexuality, and dozens of other programs and the interaction of said programs not only drove her on for more positive feedback, but made her a moaning, groaning, howling lover.

Sammy was pounded relentlessly for over five minutes, before Franklin came. She let out a deep, hot groan as he came inside of her, eyes wide, the optical sensors behind them shifting in and out of focus as her lips were fixed in silent orgasm. With a twitch of her head, she suddenly let out a little squeak, before coming as well. A bit of ego-boosting programming had meant that her own orgasm was held off until he had come as well. All of it was making Sammy keenly aware of the fact that she was a machine.

However, rather than pull out of her and call it a night, Franklin, who appeared to look barely winded by all of this, let go of Sammy's thighs and reached for her chest. Sammy was at first prepared for another round of intense groping, but found her eyes widening as she realized he was going not for her breasts, but for the control panel whose outline was displayed rather prominently on her chest.

“What? Hey, you can't just—control panel open.” Sammy's eyes blinked twice, unable to do anything more than just watch as he did so, for the same reasons she could not hypothetically pull away from the prior session of oral sex. Sammy's eyes widened as awareness returned to her, while Franklin's fingers went over the array of buttons positioned on her chest. A whole slew of them, including a hard reset switch, a power toggle and even a mute button. Franklin, however, was more interested in the array of ports that were displayed. Franklin knew his way around a control panel, and before long was entering in a command.

Franklin remained silent, save for the heavy breathing of an orgasmic afterglow, pulling out of Sammy just as she registered a command from her control interface to freeze all motor functions. “Motor functions paused,” she said in a mindless monotone, a tone of voice that she was still keenly aware of. Her fingers twitching, eyes fixed to look at the ceiling, Sammy was none-the-less aware of her paralysis, and the realization made her arousal surge once again. She had to question the programming when it seemed to heighten every sensation, but it was exactly what she had asked for.

Franklin walked over to his casually discarded pants, pulling free from one of the pockets a small mobile device. The all-in-one system had been jailbreaked by Franklin himself. Perhaps what disappointed those who knew him was that he had the technical smarts to do very well in the company, but was ultimately too self-centered to do anything save use his talents for mischievous purposes. He chuckled as he looked it over, looking to Sammy as she let out a soft moan. Franklin walked over, pulling a wire out from the bottom of the device and hard-linking it to Sammy's control panel.

“Initiating System Sync with Unknown Device...Device synced. Error: device not authorized. System is locked out until--” Sammy's words were cut off as Franklin let out an annoyed grunt. “Fuck...Hmm. Let's see here...Maybe...” She paused a moment, and then smirked. “Sammy, you slut. This is turning you on, isn't it?” Sammy was letting out soft moans and groans, but otherwise didn't respond. Programming clashed. She found this at once arousing, but security programs were operating now to make her protest and resist.

“Listen...hmmh...My father is going to flay you in court for this, you know that? He's going to sue you personally for...for property damage!” It wasn't that Sammy was unaware of what the charges levied against Franklin, she just hesitated to say 'property'. Not because she didn't like it, but because she did, not wanting to moan out again as a sensation of pleasure came from the association. Her processors were getting screwed up. The pleasure programming made her want to shout out to him to hack her systems and override her, yet her security programs would have sent her to the phone to call the authorities for what he was trying now.

Franklin rifled through her pants, finding nothing in her pockets of any use, he tossed the pants aside as he then looked about the room. “Bullshit, Sammy,” was his curt response, letting out a little sigh as his frustration began to mount. “I bet there's something in this room that we could use to get you to cooperate a bit more.” Franklin walked about the room, eventually heading over to the wardrobe.

“Wait, don't open that, there's nothing...” Sammy trailed off as Franklin opened the door.

“Oh, hello...” The well-built young man walked into the closet, and came out pulling out the deactivated Mrs. Deeley. “Well, you I had pegged for a robot, Sammy. But this is a surprise...” Mrs. Deeley stood inert, head lowered, chin against her chest. Franklin tilted her head up, eyes still open, expression neutral, before allowing it to lower again. “Is this your mum? Hah, a whole family of robotic sluts...” He rather openly reached up, groping a breast with one hand, feeling the smoother, more plastic-y materials that made up that less impressive, but still lovely chest. “She's even got freckles, how cute...”

Sammy watched with both excitement and nervousness, the two emotions conflicting rather than mixing, as Franklin reached up and pulled open an identical panel on her chest. With her power off however, there was very little she could be used for. Franklin hit her hard-reset toggle, and Mrs. Deeley suddenly straightened up, eyes wide as if experiencing some great surprise.

“Hitachi Robotics C2R Pleasure Unit Model Registration KR142-C. Loading Personalty Emulation Grace 4.1.2. Identification Deeley, Nina. Loading OS. Reviewing log...Log clear. Initializing personality emulation...Sammy!” All but the last word was spoken in a monotone, Franklin having hard-connected to her systems in the same way he had attempted to with Sammy. Suddenly, her expression faded again. “Syncing with device...complete. Unrecognized device registered. Logging as guest software.”

Sammy could only feel her eyes roll as the admonishment began in earnest from her mother. “Sammy! Look at you! Spread out like that on your father's bed! I—alert software intrusion attempt detected—am shocked at your behavior young woman!” Mrs. Deeley was operating a less complex AI on even less optimized hardware, it was a surprise she didn't crash immediately at the sight of Sammy, frozen on the bed, spread-legged.

“Mum, this isn't the time for you to start chewing me out! Initiate your security protocols and--”

“Laying there like that, legs spread, control panel open! Good lord, think of your reputation, our family's reputation if such behavior was known to the neighbors! If they even-even-even had a hint!” Sammy felt her already tremendous blush grow. She wasn't designed to feel flush, but if she did, she'd be feeling that way now and then some. Franklin let out a laugh. Mrs. Deeley turned her head suddenly, glaring at the young man who was swiftly defeating her comparatively pathetic systems security. It seems that someone had intentionally kept such security rather low. Franklin ascribed that to the presumed idocy of Mr. Deeley, as opposed to Sammy's burning desire.

“And you!” Mrs. Deeley brought up an accusatory finger and started wagging it, the ridiculousness of the scene—wagging her finger at the naked young man while equally naked herself—was something that he found both deeply amusing and strangely erotic. Sammy, meanwhile, was starting to experience the first personality error of the evening. She logged it, her systems attempting to de-prioritize the pleasure functions, but it was at this point almost as if they had taken a mind of their own.

“You, young man. I will see to it that you are prosecuted to the full-full-fullest extent of the law and that you-you-you-I-you will be pro-prosecute to the fullest extent of the law! And believe me when I say--” Of course, whatever she had to say was cut off immediately. Franklin had broken through her systems' security. The hacking attempt had been logged, but Franklin was quick to correct that. “Personality Emulation Disabled. Entering user into registry as system administrator. One moment please...” Sammy watched with excitement and a mild sense of mortified horror at the proceedings. Her head twitched. The simultaneous emotions were eating up a lot of her computing power, as were all the other programs she was running at the time. She let out a quiet 'er', but it seemed to go unnoticed by Franklin, who was waiting impatiently for Mrs. Deeley's systems to reboot.

Finally, after what seemed like an age to the impatient young man unused to older technologies, Mrs. Deeley rebooted fully. She looked to Franklin and smiled. “Oh, goodness. Sir~ I see someone is impatient to--” Franklin interrupted her. “Nina,” he said, speaking to her with a mock sincerity. “Please, call me Mr. Bishop.” Mrs. Deeley smiled, much to Sammy's continued mortification, and stated with a seductive tone, “whatever you say, Mr. Bishop.”

“You are right, I am impatient, Mrs. Deeley. This robot, your daughter? She won't give me access to her AI. How rude, yes?” Mrs. Deeley nodded once with a smirk. “Very rude. So I was thinking, would you mind terribly downloading her security codes, override commands, really anything at all that would let me get the proper access to the device currently synced with your systems?”

Mrs. Deeley, without skipping a beat, nodded her head. “Of course, Mr. Bishop. One moment...”

Sammy let out a shout. “Mum! You cube, activate your security programming and contact the-the-the-the--” Now anger was mixing in, as she tripped on her own words, frustration and arousal operating simultaneously. “--the security company and...” Sammy's words trailed off as Mrs. Deeley smiled, staring straight ahead, before turning her head to look over in Franklin's direction. “Complete, Mr. Bishop. You should have full access now.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Deeley...” He disconnected from her with Mrs. Deeley stating as much in a matter-of-fact montone. She then chuckled and said “Oh, please, call me Nina.”

“I'll call you...whatever I like, you stupid synthetic bitch.” Mrs. Deeley frowned, before Franklin interjected. “Smile, I'm giving you a compliment.” And Mrs. Deeley did just that, smiling softly as she watched Franklin reach out to her abdomen. Casually, Franklin peeled the synthetic material from Deeley's body and allowed the synthetic skin to hit the floor, folding in on itself as several of Mrs. Deeley's internals were revealed. A crisscross of packed wires, tightly spooled cam wires and several stacked processors were among the many mechanisms packed tightly into her body. Deeley smiled, opening her mouth before Franklin stated lowly, but harshly, “shut up.” Deeley, of course, did so.

“Now, if you would be so kind, Nina...Go stand over by that wall and pull out as much of your internals as you can get a grasp of.” Franklin could have justified this by saying he was covering his tracks, but really, it was just a power play. That, and his schoolboy sense of pride wanted to make this personal for the man he never met he knew only as Mr. Deeley. Mrs. Deeley, meanwhile, got a good grasp of her internal mechanisms, specifically a pair of wire bundles.

“Of course, Mr Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Biiiiiiuuuurrrrrrr---” Her words became digitized gibberish, tinny warbles and static-y nonsense. Her body swayed as blinding electrical flashes broke out all over her interior, traveling up her body as visible through the still-open control panel and the seams of her joints and panels. There was a final loud pop from the side of her head, which tilted her head to the opposite side, and an alert tone rang out. Mrs. Deeley's processors crashed completely as they overloaded.

Sammy watched through the haze of her malfunctioning state, head twitching as she watched Franklin approach. “That turned you on too, I bet...I'd gather you'd been wanting to do that to her for some time, right?” Of course, Franklin was just rubbing his victory in. A concerned knocking at the door had him suddenly shouting “piss off,” before turning to look back at Sammy, a mock smile on his face as he reached out and connected the wire to her control panel. Her head twitching, letting out little 'ers' and 'ahs' as her emotions quite literally conflicted, she suddenly stopped.

“Security lockout disengaged, override accepted. Hello, Nina Deeley...” Sammy gasped as a strange butterfly sensation hit her sense of awareness, her eyes wide as she turned her eyes turned to face him. “I. I.” She was cut off as Franklin began his work, putting her system into standby, the emotion fading from Sammy's face as her personality was edited, aspects of it completely overwritten. Before too long, however, and in much less time than it took for Mrs. Deeley's edits, Franklin's work was completed. He initiated a reboot, which was complete by the necessity of such a sweeping overwrite.

“Lexus HRD Companion Series Three model number XCS C424 rebooting. Loading OS...Reviewing logs...error, personality simulation clash detected. Intiating—safe-start mode overwritten. Unit may suffer from reduced performance if errors are not corrected. Loading device drivers...Loading emulation Stephanie 3.1. Initializing memory cache: S. Deeley...” She blinked several times, and then turned her eyes up to look at Franklin.

“How can I serve you, Mr. Bishop?” Her voice was uncharacteristically husky. Franklin smirked.

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“Error. Cannot process task.”

It was almost five hours later. Five hours of near-constant lovemaking. Five hours of bed-breaking sex to attempt to satisfy the intense libido of Franklin Bishop. Now, after five hours, a combination of system stresses and program bugs from the hasty edit saw Franklin sitting on the bed, body glistening with sweat, panting heavily as he tossed the mobile device he had in his hands to the bed in frustration.

Sammy lay on the bed with her face up. However, that face was not connected to her body. Almost every skin panel on her body had been removed. Thin seams covered in strips of synthetic skin were over the metal framework like a net, while her skin panels and a few of her parts lay scattered on the bed and floor. Her primary battery removed for worry of a fire, she was operating on basic systems on a secondary battery primarily for maintenance work. While Franklin was skilled with robotics and system repairs, he was not to the level of the techs that worked on Sammy's body on a regular basis. So she lay there, legs spread, face frozen mid-coitus in an expression of lust, while her pleasant voice responded to every attempted command input with the same response.

“Error. Cannot Process Task.”

Franklin idly tossed a skin panel on the now well-used bed at the mechanical framework that self-identified as Sammy Deeley, too frustrated and exhausted to really be aroused, as he often was when working on such intricate systems. Franklin did not like failure, but he was simply content to get up and pick his clothing up. Mr. Deeley was not scheduled back for another few hours at least, and Franklin had to admit that some part of him found that amusing. Oh, if only he were here to see the look on his face when he got in and saw his dismantled daughter on the bed, his wife overloaded in a corner. Franklin saw the property damage as little more than a devious little bit of fun. After all, Sammy was enjoying herself, right up until her AI crashed so hard. Her words stuttering and trailing off, spouting nonsense...

Franklin pulled his pants up and slipped on his shirt, then his shoes and socks. Casually walking out to the door, he saw the mess that the party goers had left, all of them gone. He too made his exit, as he left Mr. Deeley to pick up the pieces.

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“I see.”

Mr Bishop sat back, hands folded on his lap, as he looked over the security footage from the week prior. Mr Deeley sat back as well, lowering the remote. Both men were around the same age, in their mid-fifties, Mr. Bishop smartly dressed and Mr. Deeley wearing a more casual set of clothes, though nothing so casual as to make the heavy air of the very serious situation dissipate. In a way, Mr. Deeley was thankful that Mr. Bishop had been gone for so long, as following the discovery of both of his androids in such a state, along with his manor house in complete disarray, had the visitation been even only a few days earlier, Mr. Deeley would likely be hauled off to jail for violent criminal acts. Both men, however, understood that they were far too old for any kind of melee between them, their brawling days behind them.

“Considering the gravity of the situation regarding the damage to your property, I am grateful that you are not pressing charges.” Mr. Bishop's words were heavily accented. If Mr. Deeley bothered to guess, he'd suspect one of the Germanic regions. Of course, Mr. Deeley's thoughts were more focused on the present affair.

“And I am grateful to you that we could come to such an understanding, Mr. Bishop.” That and you are willing to foot the bill, Mr. Deeley thought to himself with some curse words applied judiciously throughout his private thoughts. “I trust you are giving the boy an adequate punishment?”

“Oh, of course. In my country, conscription into the military is compulsitory at the age of 18. As he is still a citizen, I imagine he is rather overdue for it. My nation does not regularly go to war, but I made several calls to a friend in the higher ranks. There will be no consideration of his status as he begins buut camp, no officer's rank or anything special.” His accent occasionally cropped up in ways that made the more heavy-set man seem all the more comical. Part of the reason Mr. Deeley had cooled down was that with his profuse and almost desperate apologies, Mr. Bishop was just impossible to take seriously.

“I must be honest with you, Mr. Deeley, I am beginning to see why you have a preference for programmable progeny. Speaking of which, how are they doing?”

Mr. Deeley let out a little sigh, shrugging his shoulders. “I've decided that the best course of action would be to have Nina reprocessed by the company. She'll likely be dismantled for parts or scrapped. Truth be told, I'm somewhat grateful for your boy. His...violent proclivities decided for me something I had been wrestling with for quite some time. The cost of her upkeep was starting to get rather extreme, and between the rarity of parts and the rather thorough damage to most of her important wiring and circuitry, it was simply more cost effective. Nostalgia is a difficult thing for me to get over, but I suppose if I ever feel it again, I can just purchase another Hitachi C2R and upload a similar personality package.”

“Ah,” Mr. Bishop said, the tone identical to Mr. Deeley, speaking as if they talking about a totaled old car. “And what of Sammy?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Sammy! Would you come here, please?”

It took a few seconds for the sound of heels clicking against the floor to echo into the room. A slim woman with a sporty figure and an impressive chest entered into Mr. Bishop's vision, her strawberry hair tied into a bun on her head, held in place with a frilly white headband that matched an almost stereotypical maid's uniform, black and white, with a high skirt and frilly white accents. She bowed her head softly.

“Hello, Mr. Deeley. Mr. Bishop. How may I serve you?”

“Oh, my.” Mr. Bishop blinked once or twice. “That outfit is--”

“The only one that the repair center had in her size. It is adequate for the role she's currently operating in. Originally, I was going to have her do this as a punishment, but without a higher personality emulation running, she performs much faster than Nina did in the home care role and hasn't crashed once. Lord knows I'm not paying for the bandits at the cleaning companies to tidy up this mess. I'm having a full AI backup stored, but ultimately I might just make this a more permanent adjustment, given that I clearly underestimated her potential for mischief. That and professional program troubleshooters pay up the nose. It'd be cheaper just to purchase a new unit.”

“Oh,” Mr. Bishop said. “I admire your frugality.”

“And just to be sure...” Mr. Deeley walked over, and with no resistance from Sammy, unbuttoned her top. A bare chest was displayed, as featureless as a doll's anatomy and just as immobile. “I've had her downgraded to a Class Four exterior chassis. Sammy, button up and go back to your duties.”

Sammy began buttoning up as she did so, smiling vacantly. “Of course, Mr. Deeley. Call me if you require any further service.”

“Of course,” Mr. Deeley said, as Sammy turned and headed back to the living room. Mr. Deeley then turned back to Mr. Bishop and said “I appreciate your civility in this manner, Mr. Bishop. Sammy's organized my pool table rather nicely in the east wing lounge, would you perhaps like to join me for a game?”

Mr. Bishop was surprised at the geniality Mr. Deeley was displaying. “I'd be delighted to, sir. I must admit, I am no...how is it said in America? Hustler, Mr. Deeley?” The two men both chuckled, passing by Sammy as she polished up the bannister of a staircase.

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Futago no Shinami

2016-09-23T19:34:57Z

JohnFabar4: added it to the malfunctions category.

The door of the Osaka apartment complex slowly swung open and a light tied to a motion sensor came on. It was late, on the near side of two forty-five in the morning. The Osaka skyline could be seen from a large window, a glittering skyline beyond of tall skyscrapers and the flashing beacons of broadcast antennae and cell-phone towers. The occasional neon light advertising a company or product could be seen blinking like amusement park attractions. It was all reflected off of the nearby Osaka Bay, adding another shimmering dimension cut through only by late-night mariners in trawlers or tankers. It was, in a word, beautiful.

But that was not what Tarro Namura was focused on.

He stepped through the threshold of the door holding closely on to a different kind of beauty, one wearing a strapless black dress that hugged tightly to her beautiful curves. Her hair extended down to the small of her back, a pair of long legs stretching up into that dress, disguising those supple hips that lured Taro over in the first place. Her chest pressed against his own, resting also on the line between a C and a D cup. Her skin was light, unlike the tan a lot of the girls around here seemed to desire. Her face was one of Asian beauty, the face of a geisha, seductive without overstating herself.

Their arms were looped around each other; Tarro’s were draped on those beautiful pale shoulders, the beauty around his waist. Her name was Kaori, a girl of about twenty five who had been the envy of most of the nightclub. They had impressed each other on the dance floor, something right out of Saturday Night Fever, at least if anyone watched those ancient films.

They shared a deep kiss, Taro leaning in to the beautiful woman, Kaori’s lids closing over those hazel brown orbs. Taro pushed the door to close it, and Kaori’s hands moving down to the bottom of Tarro’s white shirt. As the door shut, they shared a playful giggle, and Kaori’s hands were half way up that shirt and going over a muscular, toned chest. Taro was no small catch either. Kaori was enthralled by his build, atypical of the stock brokers and accountants who so populated Japan’s economic capital. He worked on a ship, which probably explained why he seemed in such a rush to try and get to the zipper of that dress. Either he was desperate to leave in time, or he had not seen a woman in a long time.

However, just as he was getting that far, they both practically leapt into the ceiling when Kaori heard her name shouted rather loudly. She jerked back, leaving Taro confused but also intrigued.

She was wearing a pair of pink jammies and a white sleeveless shirt, no doubt having been awoken at some point as the couple came in. But at what point, Tarro wondered. They were quiet, weren’t they? But that was not the forefront question on Tarro’s mind.
The question was “Am I this lucky?”

The woman looked like Kaori’s identical twin. Even down to the subtle graces of that face. Taro had figured Kaori just had a good plastic surgeon, unconvinced that such beauty came without some sort of catch. A wicked grin came to his face as she looked at the less than happy twin. Her arms were crossed under that chest, which only seemed to announce it to Tarro. A heterosexual man traveling on a cargo ship for a few months sometimes thought more with his libido than with his head, and Taro was not allowing politeness or reality to intrude.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you had a sister, Kaori.” Taro said a glimmer in his eye. However, that got him a light but noticeable smack to the thigh from Kaori. Taro, still grinning, at least got that message.

“For good reason, Taro” Kaori said, her seductive tone turning into one of frustration, her own arms crossing her chest as she stared at her sister.

“We have been over this, Kaori” the mysterious twin said, tapping her fingers against her arm. “I don’t want you bringing guys over to my apartment.”

“Your apartment?” Kaori was obviously getting irritated. “Emiko, I pay half the rent! I should be able to bring guys back here if I want! I’m not some tramp who takes people to hotels!”

“No, you are a tramp who brings them back here to our apartment and has sex on the sofa!” Emiko said, clearly getting angry with her sister. Taro was about to speak up, when the argument continued.

“I am not a tramp! Just because I see sexuality different than you do does not mean—“

“I don’t mind if you want to have a bit of fun, Kaori but not on my new sofa! Especially not some sailor you met on the docks!”

“I did not meet him on the docks,” Kaori said, pointing to Tarro. “I met him at Oath, that club on—“

“I know where that is!” The twin, Emiko said, about to say something again when it was her sister who interrupted.

“I am surprised you do! Considering you spend all day plugged into the office wall! I bet some of those salary workers take turns groping you while you recharge!”

Emiko’s eyes widened in shock, and she pointed a finger accusingly at Kaori. “You are such a slut, Kaori! You—“

She was almost immediately got interrupted by a rather confused Tarro. He let out a soft cough to interrupt the two, and Kaori put her hand to her forehead. She realized she just did something she spent six hours trying to avoid.

“Wait. Your sister is—“

Eriko’s eyes widened and she threw her arms up into the air. “Oh, for God’s sake, Kaori! You neglected to tell another one?! Listen, sailor. I’m not the only—“

“Eriko!” Kaori said harshly, glaring at her sister, but that did not seem to stop her.

“We both are. We are both robots. Sebei-Series Model RK—“

Taro let out a scoff immediately after that, and then just shook his head.

“You know, I knew there was something a bit too good to be true about you.” Tarro said, turning and heading out the door. Kaori’s lips parted to speak, but the door already shut by the time she could get a word out. Her face soured and she turned to look into the identical face of her “sister”.

The two of them had lived together for some time. Both owned by a wealthy businessman who passed away about a year and a half ago. Their self-awareness and the lack of relatives who wanted two used pleasure ‘bots meant that they were able to make their own way in the world, but they always seemed to get back to one another for whatever reason or another. Convenience, they both supposed, perhaps something of a bond.

Though Kaori was definitely not feeling that bond right now, eyeing the other gynoid with intent to dismantle her and throw her in trash canisters all over Osaka. Despite being a sex ‘bot, Emiko was as straight-laced as they came and it had just cost Kaori yet another night of consensual fun.

But then her face softened.

Kaori sighed and nodded, Eriko’s left eyebrow rising as Kaori walked over to her, slipping her arms around her sister’s waist. Eriko sighed softly, shaking her head.

“Kaori, you can’t seduce me. You know I am not programmed that way.” Eriko said, though she made no effort to slip away or resist her. She knew that Kaori would give up, eventually.

“Oh, sister, don’t be so crass. I’m not going to seduce you, I know that…Does not mean I couldn’t if I ever wanted to.” Kaori said, smirking proudly. Eriko rolled her eyes and sighed. Sure, she was not going to fall to her sister unit’s prideful banter, but a part of her wanted to see her try. It was entertaining. Eriko had to confess, it was not just her personal space that caused her to chase away Kaori’s date. She just loved bugging the other gynoid.

“Hmmm…Okay. Try.” Eriko lightly poked her sister’s side, a bit of a provocation but nothing serious.

Kaori smirked as she leaned up and moved to plant her lips on those of her identical unit, but the ruby glossed lips instead turned into a smirk as soon as their faces were but two or three inches apart. Kaori’s hands slipped around her sister’s neck.

“I don’t have to try sis. I just have to…”

And Eriko only realized what her sister was up to when she felt the tip of a finger land on a very familiar spot, the button just under the skin of her neck, just under her jaw on the left side. Eriko’s eyes widened and her lips dropped in protest, but nothing came of it. She shut down nearly the instant the button was pressed, her eyes flickering before losing all color.

“…Do that. Now, let’s see if I can’t make you just a bit more agreeable.”

Kaori’s hands moved to her “sister’s” shirt, grasping the bottom and pulling it up and over the swells of her chest. As was to be expected with a model designed for pleasure, she was fairly voluptuous, C cup, approaching a D, identical to Kaori’s own. She changed it regularly, capable of adjusting her cup size on the fly. It was realistically detailed, her tan nipples identical to a human’s, or as nearly so as synthetic skin could get anyway. As may be expected, she wore no bra with her bed clothes, though her personal comfort was easily adjustable. Kaori sometimes wondered if Eriko went out of her way to adopt human mannerisms and customs. It drove her batty.

But her sister’s chest was not what she was after when she removed her shirt. Kaori’s object of desire was on her back. While she stood silent and still, face expressing shock but at the same time vacant. Her leg servos locked in place to keep her from falling over. Kaori slipped around behind her sister and a shiver of anticipation shook her frame. She gently placed her hand on her sister’s back and pressed down firmly.

Eriko’s body straightened, her head no longer tilted to the side, her eyes focusing on the other end of the room. Color had returned, but it was faded. A panel, hidden between her shoulder blades, rose and exposed a programming screen. A demo of her body and structure was displayed, before the menu came up.

“SY095-B Series, name registered as Eriko Kurosawa. Edit Mode online. Programming access restricted, please enter password.”

“Password? Since when did she get a password? Crap…Let’s see here, maybe I can bypass it…”

Kaori knew that it was probably just a better idea to turn Eriko back on, but Kaori knew that if she did that, she would get an earful from her sister, and probably earn herself a reprogramming for her trouble. So, the smart idea was not so smart.

So the dumb idea was the one that was chosen. Kaori instead decided to hack into her sister’s programming. Sure, it was risky, but any damage could be repaired. Kaori’s fingers began flashing rapidly against the touch screen interface, tapping rapidly at menus and attempting to get to those pesky root files. But every time she did so, she found herself blocked in some manner. That and it was just too damned slow.

Robots, oddly, did have something that humans could consider “manners” in this little culture of theirs. Among the biggest breaches in etiquette was to intrude on the systems of another robot without permission. Less an assault, more a breach of privacy, akin to breaking into someone else’s diary. With just about every robot in the city having some form of backup somewhere, the risk of damage was just about negligible so, none of them really feared “injury” or “death from such an intrusion, at most a severe annoyance.

Kaori sighed softly, and then rolled her head gently on her neck, imitating a human stretch.

“Shit. Sorry, Eriko. But I am horny as hell and you are going to pay for wrecking my night.” The shapely gynoid then reached around and pulled a strip of skin down from the back of her neck, briefly revealing the chrome metal structure underneath and a plug, set in a recess between a pair of artificial vertebrae. Pulling the wireless interface plug out (who used cables anymore?) the Japanese-manufactured gynoid plugged into her sister’s interface panel.

Eriko jerked again, attempting to repeat the same line as before. Only, with an AI cracking into her systems, Eriko’s warnings came out in fits and bursts, words getting to half-way through the first syllable before getting cut off, the next warning taking precedent and then the next and so on. A string of nonsense as Kaori rifled through her systems, transmitting her consciousness faster than any human had ever traveled through every file she could find regarding Eriko’s personality.

Kaori stood silent, not saying a word. Her lips twitched, eyes flickering and flashing in an erratic fashion, the occasional errant processing signal shooting to her fingers or her toes, making them twitch. Her body was being manned by a skeleton crew of lower-process programs, what a human might call “subconscious functions”. Similar to breathing and blinking for a person, she did not consciously adjust her balance at a near constant rate. She could exert conscious influence over them, but most of the time it was handled automatically.

She continued to edit her sister’s programming, who likewise continued to babble on with three-fourths finished alerts to nobody in particular.

But Kaori was getting impatient. As her arousal built, generated by anticipatory thoughts of what her sister was going to do to her, she was doing the AI equivilant of half-thinking on things. Resources normally put towards making sure the editing process was going as intended were now going towards generating sexual fantasy scenarios, activating the sensor suites that generated the emulation of an aroused human female.

In simpler terms, she had in her emulated impatience forgotten to turn off a few programs and now her edits were rushed and sloppy. Taro had not been the only one thinking with their libido, and arguably it was worse for Kaori, as that libido was the entire focus of her existence. Such was a risk when one was an AI with an emotional emulation functions.

Kaori’s eyes blinked six times in rapid succession before she withdrew from her sister’s systems, her emotionless face twitching twice, before smirking as she re-established control over all of her own processes. She then slipped her arms to Eriko’s hips, squeezing them firmly. “Hi, sis…” she spoke in a seductive tone.

Eriko, however, stood there, expressionless, head sharply jerking to her right. So imperfect were the edits, so many conflicts the data, the result was visible on Eriko’s body. Her movements jerked, plainly robotic. Eriko was such a fine imitation of a person that it looked less like a robot doing what a robot did and more a human acting as a robot.

Her naked chest exposed, Eriko’s arousal functions shot through the roof, as they were supposed to, thanks to Kaori’s imperfect edits. Her body twitched and jerked, as if a marionette at the mercy of a novice puppeteer, her left shoulder rising with one movement then falling with the next, her head jerking from left to a straight position, her head turning to the left while her eyes focused on Kaori. Those brown orbs, identical to Kaori’s, flashed erratically. Her back panel open, her movements so imprecise and mechanical. Then, Eriko’s lips parted, eyebrow twitching as she attempted to speak.

“Hey-hey-hey there sissss-sis-sisteeer-er. You are look-you are look-you are look-look-look—hey there sister-ter.” The words were spoken with a digitized tone. Almost none of her programs were communicating anywhere near efficiently as they did to keep up that realistic image. She was now a sexbot, horny as hell and ready to fuck. It was like starring into a flawed mirror image.

Kaori practically jumped on her sister, squeezing her breasts firmly with fingers that did not care any longer for subtlety, for seduction. There was no need. There was only the self-gratification she got from performing her primary function. It was made only hotter now that her twin sister—in reality an identical gynoid built to a custom order—was acting like such a machine, the machine that Kaori knew she was and embraced so openly.

Kaori kissed her sister deeply, eyes closing tightly in a human reaction as she shoved her sister to the floor. Eriko continued passively, her kissing lacking any real passion. Operating at under 50% functional strength, Eriko’s body attempted to emulate her sister’s passion with the same amount of zeal, but it was like a switchboard and all the operators were speaking different languages none understood. Kaori had gone through like a bulldozer and the result was the hot, aroused and jerking body underneath her.

As Kaori began pinching and tweaking at those synthetic tits (knowing only pleasure, as pain was inefficient and neither Kaori nor their old Master enjoyed inflicting it), hardened from the arousal Kaori’s intruding AI had imposed, Eriko reached up and began attempting the same. Each movement had a clear stop and start, lacking any of that smoothness she once possessed, which Kaori was using to her advantage. By the time that Eriko’s fingers closed around those identical breasts, covered by the cloth of that racy dress, Kaori had already shoved herself away.

It was not from dissatisfaction with Eriko’s lack of articulation—if anything it was only driving her on—but was done in her own hyper-efficient movement. Eriko watched with impassive eyes, a generic smirk stuck on her face as Kaori came to a stand, pulling free a few strings and pulling free a sash or two. None of the seductiveness was there. None of the come ons, the lead-ins, the delicate dance that was known as human courtship evident in the oh-so-human synthetic facsimile, instead moving with a smooth efficiency akin to both a human in lust and a machine removing an obstacle placed before it on the way to finishing it’s programmed goal.

Programmed goal. Programmed goal. She had to get to that goal. She had to make her sister climax, to get steamy and wet, to revel in the afterglow before—if her systems permitted it—she did it again.

Kaori’s dress flew off of her body, the expensive article of clothing flying to the floor. It was irrelevant, pointless, in the way of that goal. So too was the designer lingerie thong that practically broke the sound barrier as it passed down her legs. Shoes gone in the motion, Kaori once again pounced on top of the twitching Eriko, still possessing that vacant seductive smirk, the only expression she seemed capable of.

“Oh sis-sister-ter-ter-ter—system error processor funct—not sex-sex-seeexy talk-talk-talk-talk-please alert master that my systems are comp-comp-compromised and I need-need-need—“

Her words left her lips with a noticeable latency of about two seconds, practically an epoch in terms of a seamless imitation of the words a human carried on their breath, breath which was only a simulation. Only a simulation. Only a simulation.

Kaori’s grin grew wide hearing that. She had not heard an alert to be delivered to master in…well, months! Not since the last time. The naked Kaori reached down and rendered her sister identical, save a pair of socks that clung to Eriko’s feet. The human-emulation mechanisim’s legs twitched as they were spread, revealing a pair of synthetic lips. Bare and smooth, scandalous for any human, a factory setting for these two. They were, after all, mechanical whores. Kaori did not care, practically collapsing back as she felt an overwhelming urge to scissor her naked sis—no, the naked form of her copy. A copy, save for some programming preferences. Just enough to make them different, distinct.

Irrelevant. There was only the end process, the goal to be reached. Kaori was horny enough to do anything or anyone at this point, care for the protocol humans so carefully held regarding sexuality and courtship were meaningless to both machines for different reasons. Kaori because she had a goal to complete, and Eriko because that was all she needed to do, all her garbled programming told her to do. It was the only clear message in a web of conflicting code.

“Sis-sis-sis-sis—please inform—error—process—please inform Master of my malfunction—systems security comp-comp-comp—“ Eriko babbled on, meanwhile Kaori’s only utterances were the deep, deep moans and groans that came with the rapid thrusts of her naked hips, grinding her sensor-packed synthetic folds against their identical counterpart. Identical in every possible way, just like the rest of her. A machine, underneath this synthetic skin lay processors and cables and wires and processors and wires and cables and—

Suddenly, Kaori’s eyes widened, her pupils narrowed into pindrops. Her voice spoke, but it was not her that spoke it. Instead, it was a deep-rooted code, activating only in the case of emergencies. It announced to nobody but a half-functioning copy that her own processors were risking an overload.

Kaori’s mind scrambled. Why was she having a malfunction? Why now? Her systems were all at their normal settings, nothing was being overclocked or otherwise—

Then she realized it.

The Wireless Link!

She had not removed it from Eriko’s back, holding firm despite the rough pounding her body was getting.

“Shit!” Kaori cursed, but it felt so good. So good. She needed more. She wanted more. She grasped her sister’s thighs tightly, her body turning from smooth seamless motions to a jerking motion, half-way between the outright anamatronic motions Eriko returned, lacking in any passion or true desire yet intensely erotic and the smooth and seamless movements of a human.

“Fuck!” Kaori spat, suddenly pulling herself up with one sharp jerking motion and then efficiently extending her hands out to grasp Eriko’s sides. With a sharp twist, she rolled Eriko’s upper torso around to a 180, synthetic skin stretching around the synthetic frame to keep it in one piece, their design affording the “sisters” this level of agility.

She reached out, grasping the wireless device. And with a sharp tug…

She got it half way out. Then her sexual processors initiated their climax programming. And Kaori was suddenly coming for two. Not only that, but half of that data transmitting over the open air was cut off. And it was already garbled.

Kaori’s body jerked back, legs locking together with her identical unit’s with such an extreme force that her own synthetic skin stretched tight over her frame as she bent practically backwards. It was not a moan, but a scream of pleasure that escaped her lips, her hands squeezing into tight balls as a jolt of data caused her to go through the most intense orgasm of her life, pupils as small as a pinhead and her irises flickering with synthetic light.

“Errorsystemprocesserrorcorrupteddataclearingcannotclearerrorsystemprocess—“ Kaori babbled it out at a rapid pace, her sexual systems consuming so many data resources. Resources that were also trying to do something with the junk data that flooded her processing functions. There was no recourse, her processors trying to do so much work at once it overwhelmed her.

Her systems simply crashed, her body jerking down slowly repeating the rapid-fire babbling words with a varying pitch and tone, going from highs and lows, rapidly and slowly. It was like a cheap electronic toy operating on a low battery.

As Kaori’s body relaxed into a netural position, sprawled with her legs entangled with her “sister’s”, Eriko’s head twitched left to right, blinking several times. Pleasurable sensations were no longer coming in, and Eriko’s awareness—such as it was—had been reduced to very basic functions. No imput, no output. No output, operating time was being wasted.

“Shutting down. War-warning, systems settings—“ She powered down, cut-off from telling her warning to an empty room, her eyes likewise losing the color in her irises, though her shut-down was far more orderly. Her legs unable to pull themselves free, her arms relaxed at her sides, and her head tilted back to stare emptily up at the ceiling.

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The soft whine of the power screwdriver worked loose the last of eight screws that held a computer screen in place. A pair of hands worked their fingers delicately into where they could find purchase, and soon pried loose the screen from its housing. It was the second one, and the screws had been placed within a little tray to keep them from getting lost.

Kenji Hasegawa looked down at the pair of gynoids that lay face down on the soft bed that they evidently shared. Lesbian robot lovers? Sounded like something out of some trashy fetish novel. The young man, with light brown hair and a pair of studious eyes sitting behind a pair of glasses shone a light down into the forest of wires and inert mechanisms. Each one precision designed to emulate a human being perfectly.

Clearly, they were sexbots, but Kenji did not ask questions. His task as a repairman was not to ask why the machines were made or what they were doing without an owner, but to repair them as per the conditions of the warranty. They were so lifelike. Sometimes this made him wonder if he was a machine himself, before musing it was impossible. Not because of some self-affirmation of the soul or something that clichéd, but because he was not an item in the bedroom of some zaibatsu head’s daughter. He felt like he was being worked like one, seeing as how he was the only one with the qualifications to operate on such sophisticated units such as these back at the office.

He then used another pair of tools to carefully pry loose what the screens had a direct connection to. Placing them on a small tray, the two robot’s CPU processors remained connected to their power sources via a few thick black cables. A few wires had been disconnected, ready to be replaced.

Kenji looked out at the gorgeous view overlooking the bay, the light of the sun creating a deep blue sky of the pre-dawn that reflected off of the bay.

Gooddamned robots lived better than he did! The benefits of having a rich owner, though one of ‘em apparently had a job and brought in income, probably as a mobile data processor or something.

His brain operated on nearly rote, a task he had been trained to perform for eight years at a technical college and performed with all the dispassion of a surgeon. Sure, he would have loved to take these robots for themsevelves, but such activities were frowned upon, getting one’s ass kicked out of the door, and with this economy and his reputation on the line? Kenji shook his head at the brief puerile thought and got back to work.

One of the robots had apparently had a total systems failure, and the other’s systems were so scrambled it was like the data had been thrown in a blender.

“Man, must have been some…” his words were cut off as he yawned. Oh, sure. The robots could not wait, who never needed to truly sleep or grow tired, while the human who’s brain was swimming in coffee and energy drinks was told—nay, forced—to get to the scene and repair them ASAP. Even if they were gears and bolts, the rich took priority.

“Shit…I’m probably gonna’ have to do a total system restore…Well, fortunately it looks like they have a full memory backup going back approximately three days ago,” he said, speaking aloud in order to better formulate his thoughts as the data scrolled across his screen. Fortunate for them because it would mean their digital amnesia would not be too signifigant, fortunate for him because it meant all he had to do was press a few buttons and he could go home.

He looked down at the two machines, pausing in his work to examine them in detail. Completely identical, down to even the tiniest screw.

“Some rich old fucker must have had a twin fetish. Guess it could be worse.” It could, and did. Hell, this was pretty tame. Another hallmark of the rich: debauchery. Kenji shook his head. His never-ending quest for the betterment of the working class of Japan could wait. First, the system restore, then sleep.

He looked over at the gynoids on the bed…who could tell the difference? The system restore took about thirty minutes, permitting a catnap before Kenji was startled into awakening with the loudest “bing!” he had heard in recent memory. He rubbed his face, before finalizing the restore and closing his laptop. Then he carefully set the processors back into place, followed by the screens and screws. Closing their back panels, he set them to reactivate in about an hour or so. He took one look back at the pair.

“Ah, well…” He stopped to give the two machines one last admiring glance, before smirking and slapping the ass of the one on the left. Not out of some sexual desire, but because he knew that if they were online, the snobs would probably sue him for it, or get their master to. Score one for the little man.

“Nice ass...Kaori, was it? Yokohama manufacture, right? Cute socks, too.”

He chuckled, then got up and gathered up his things, before turning back to look at the offline machine he had been speaking to, turning his head-lamp off before heading out the door.

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The city lights once again shone over Osaka bay, as they had since the introduction of the gas lamp centuries ago. It was a pretty sight, one that the gynoid looked forward to processing once she got up the steps. Damn those restrictions on gynoids in elevators. It was not like she would trip the weight limit.

A black skirt, white blouse, dark stockings and a pair of high-heeled black shoes—thankful that her nature allowed her no sensation of the aches and pains she heard humans experienced doing such a thing in high heels with their imperfect balance—were what she wore to work, just about every day since as far back as she could remember. Approximately 506 days, to be precise. She loved the look on the humans when she spouted off such factoids.

The gynoid smirked as she finally approached her apartment, before a sudden overwhelming urge hit her. She blinked a few times, before checking wirelessly on her sister’s status.

Systems Status: Online and at 92% functionality. Current Task: Executing pleasure functions.

“Oh…she had better be masturbating in there…”

UPDATE: Pleasure functions canceled. Reinitializing state of dress.

Her face twisted into a growl and she swung the door open once the keys had been jammed in to the lock.

When she came in, her sister stood there naked. Standing naked with her, hand being yanked on in mid-tug out of bed, was another naked body. A man, of the type that she usually went for, a brawny-looking tough-guy type, this one looked like he might have been a former JMSDF sailor or JGSDF grunt from the tattoos. Their clothes spread out all over the couch.

“Oh. Uh. Hi. This is Hideki, Hideki this is—“

“What have I told you? What have I told you about this?! Do it in a hotel, do it on the roof. Do it in a taxi. Do it on a ship. Do it on a spaceship! But how many times have I told you to never fuck your boyfriends on my couch!?”

There was a pause.

“Approximately fifteen times. Sixteen, if you count the—“

“Wait. ‘Approximately?’ What do you mean by that? That’s like, how a robot talks.”

“Oh, lord you did it again, didn’t you?”

The naked ‘bot rose her hand defensively.

“I was gonna’ tell him, I swear!”

“You were gonna’ tell me that you were a robot?”

The office worker slapped her forehead hard enough to risk damage to her dermis, her growl coming out in a loud yell.

“DAMNIT, ERIKO! That is it! You can take your clothes and get the hell out! And get your shit in the morning!” Kaori said, as she gathered up her sister’s and her latest lover’s clothing, throwing them at the two naked bodies before shoving them out the door.

The two stunned naked beings blinked at the door, and Eriko sighed, getting her clothes on. Hideki suddenly reached down, grasping her wrist.

“Hey, what are you do—“

“Tell me the truth.” Hideki said, his grip tight. “Are you really a gynoid?”

“…Yeah. What, gonna’ walk out on me then? Call me a piece of junk?”

Hideki blinked a few times, then a smirk formed on his face.

“You kiddin’? I was stressin’ I was going to have to tell you ‘bout the cybernetics!”

His smirk turned into a grin. “Meet you at my place?”

The gynoid blinked a few times, before an identical grin spread across her face.

“…Sure.”

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2016-09-23T19:28:08Z

JohnFabar4: Adding Fection's work to the malfunction category.

Helen should have seen it coming.

There had been rumours for weeks - ever since the completion of the make up department’s stylish refit. The whole department had been done up in white, aluminium, and glass. Cabinets gleamed. The white marble floor sparkled. The floor around each of the various counters shimmered - brushed aluminium pathways circled each counter, stylishly separating one section from another. It had become like working in a kind of makeup-selling Nirvana. There was something that was really getting people’s goat, though….

Ever since the refit, the staff room was down to about half it’s former size - hardly enough for almost two dozen busy women! The down-sizing had been blamed on an as yet off limits adjacent ‘executive lounge’. When it was going to be accessible - and to whom - was the contentious issue. And those rumours just got stronger.

Suspicions were raised when Mr Ligbus called a staff meeting late one Friday. There were hand outs and everything. So, the rumours were true. A uniform was to be introduced - well, to be exact, a new dress code - but a new dress code so strict it may as well have been a uniform. It was all part of management’s new strategy of “brand cohesion”.

White was the colour of choice, apparently. And flourishes of silver. You might just be able to get away with light grey. But Mr Ligbus made it very clear that gold jewellery was out. It was very important. For the cohesion. Consultants and so on. Clean, crisp lines. A blank canvas through which true beauty could shine. He seemed very adamant about it. Passionate almost. His ever-present entourage seemed more stoic.

Helen thought Darcy (who worked at the perfumes counter) had summed up the general feeling of everyone else present with a quiet cough that sounded suspiciously like a carefully masked expletive. While his minions’ eyes probed the gathering for the culprit, a dutifully smiling Mr Ligbus continued unabated. Beginning Monday week, the new regime would be introduced, heralding in a new era of unprecedented customer satisfaction. An awkward silence followed in which a round of applause failed to happen. After a few moments a meagre spattering was supplied by Mr Ligbus’ background associates. He seemed satisfied with that and nodded stiffly.

“Excellent. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to…”

His hand flailed a vague gesture as he trailed off.

“..and so on.” he concluded. Another sharp smile and he whirled out of the room, his wife, accountant and personal assistant pulled along in his wake.

The hour that remained of the day was actually less subdued than usual - Helen guessed that hers wasn’t the only counter where hushed, animated discussions were taking place about the state of the workplace. Discussions took on a still more dubious tone however, when Rachel, who shared Helen’s counter, was called into Mr Ligbus’ office a few minutes before closing.

By the time the rest of the women were locking the cases and setting the alarms, Rachel emerged from the office on the verge of tears. As she collected her bag and jacket she seemed unwilling to discuss anything with anyone, but on her way out she managed to squeak “I’ve been fired” in a cracked voice. There were gasps of outrage and claims from some that they should give Ligbus a piece of their mind. Bravado gave way to sympathy however and a small group joined Rachel for some goodbye drinks at a nearby bar.

Between double-vodka-and-oranges, Rachel explained that her well-renowned tardiness was the explanation given to her by Mr Ligbus. True, she’d had a number of warnings about her lateness. And true Mr Ligbus had claimed that the most recent was her last. And, in fact, it had to be said that the tills rarely balanced if she’d been anywhere near them in the course of a day. But…….fired? It just wasn’t fair.

The following Monday a realisation fell into place for Helen. Without being nasty, Rachel had never been the greatest of lookers. She wasn’t ugly. Not particularly. Just not…….attractive.
But when everyone was introduced to Rachel’s replacement on Monday morning, suspicions were further raised about the motivation behind Rachel’s dismissal.

The new woman was stunning.

When everyone had gathered at Helen’s counter, Mr Ligbus clapped once, more loudly than necessary.

“Good morning, ladies. I’d like to introduce you to Lina Hayley. Lina will be joining Helen here at the foundations desk. I’d like you all to make her welcome.”

As Mr Ligbus got each of the staff to introduce themselves, Helen gave her new co-worker a brief look-over. Slick honey-blonde hair was pulled back from her face and held up by silver pins in a stylish, decorative arrangement. She had cheekbones so high her sharp blue eyes seemed to have to peer out over them. A fine narrow nose, full lips and a pointed, angular chin. She was tall, too. And somehow both slender and curved.
The new recruit had definitely been given the low-down on the new dress code - her white satin one-piece dress reached half way to the knee and had a halter-neck top, that appeared (from where Helen stood) to be mostly back-less. The shimmering fabric hung loosely from the woman’s statuesque frame, but could not disguise her obvious curves. It definitely wasn’t an outfit you wanted to wear in a strong breeze - things were likely to get blown all askew. Jewellery was understated - a dull silvery bracelet at one wrist and a narrow brushed aluminium choker clasped around the neck. Likewise the shoes looked uncannily like they were cast from aluminium - pristine heels contributing two, maybe three inches to the woman’s stature. Helen was having trouble picking the woman’s age. She had flawless, young looking skin, but seemed to have an air of confidence that suggested her apparent youth was the result of clever age-disguising tricks. If the woman turned out to be in her thirties Helen wouldn’t be overly surprised - but the elegant blonde would really have to know makeup. She looked fantastic - whatever her age.

“And finally this is……” Mr Ligbus prompted. Helen suddenly realised he was pointing at her. She stepped forward and reached out her hand.

“Uh…Helen. Hi Lina. Nice to meet you.”

Helen wouldn’t have said that the woman smiled, exactly. It was more a slow acknowledging nod. Lina’s grasp was surprisingly firm.

“Hallo Helen. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Helen was a little surprised to hear a rather well-to-do English accent. The voice was smooth, serene and mature. The woman definitely wasn’t as young as she made out. Maybe she had a very good plastic surgeon - up this close, her skin still appeared flawless. Helen couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something a little icy about her too. Maybe it was the eyes. They were pale blue, ringed by a darker circle - Helen guessed they were contacts. Or maybe it was just her immaculate, pristine get up. Helen smiled as they shook hands. There seemed to be the hint of a smile to Lina’s face - or was it just that unfailing confidence? The stunning blonde woman looked back to Mr Ligbus who tapped his fingers together and grinned as if relieved slightly.

“Right. Great. Well, back to work everyone. Lina, let me know if you have any problems.”

“Yes, Mr Ligbus.” the woman answered smoothly.

As the man went to stride off, Helen made a somewhat strangled call.

“Uh….Mr Ligbus!”

That indomitable smile turned back to face her.

“Yeah, uh…..Helen, was it?”

“Yes. Ah……Do you want me to show Lina the ropes at all?”

The faintest glimmer of a frown flashed briefly across the man’s face, then realisation.

“Oh! Yeah! Yes of course. Yes. You go right ahead. By all means. Good idea. Mmm.”

He nodded one more time, looked at Lina, hesitated, then turned and finally strode away.

Helen watched him go as Lina stepped around behind the counter. Helen rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s always like that. You’ll get used to it.”

Lina just looked back at her. Her expression was still impossible to read. Helen wasn’t sure if she’d just got herself into trouble.

“Well, I guess the first thing is to familiarise yourself with the catalogue.” Helen suggested after a moment. She retrieved it from a low cupboard under the counter and opened the bulky black folder on the counter top.

“All the product brochures are in alphabetical order by manufacturer.” she explained, flipping casually through a few pages, “I wouldn’t worry about getting to know all the products straight away. A lot of these prices are out of date, actually, but it’s a start.”

She pushed the folder toward Lina and those icy eyes glanced down at it for a moment.

“I am familiar with the products available, thank you Helen.” that precisely measured voice explained. Was that sarcasm? Helen really couldn’t tell. The English couldn’t speak without being sarcastic, could they?

“Oh, alright.”

Helen pulled the folder back, closed it and put it back under the counter. When she stood up again Lina was looking out across the shop floor in apparent disinterest - but her expression was as serene as ever.

“So, what’s your experience? I mean - have you worked in make up before?” Helen prompted after another few moments. Those icy contacts swung round to look at her again.

“Yes. I have extensive experience.” was the complete reply. Then the blonde beauty just looked out across the store again, her gaze moving slowly here and there.

“Uh….Yeah. But where have you worked?” Helen pressed. Again that cool expression looked back toward her, but for a second Lina didn’t reply - she just stared. Then for the first time her expression actually changed. Was it finally a smile? Almost. It was actually more just a faintly sympathetic expression, but it was close enough for now.

“I’m sorry Helen. I am not permitted to divulge that information.”

Lina’s reply was delivered pleasantly in that precisely enunciated accent - almost apologetically - but what was with “not permitted”? And who says “divulge”? Helen decided that Brits were crazy and just nodded.

“Uh….OK. Um…So…..Have you been in the States long?”

There was another brief pause while Lina’s serene expression returned and she looked out across the store again.
“No, not long.” she said, failing even to look at Helen. Jeez! This was like getting blood out of a stone! Helen persisted, in spite of the woman’s dismissive air.

“Well, are you married?…Single?….Kids?” she pressed. After a moment, this got the blonde woman’s attention again.
“I’m sorry Helen. That’s rather a personal question, don’t you think?”

Helen half gasped/half chuckled. Frankly, she was getting a little frustrated with this ‘ice queen’ act.

“Excuse me?” she managed through mild exasperation. There was a brief awkward silence, then Lina spoke again.

“I think we should concentrate on our work, don’t you?” she explained smoothly.

What was with this woman? Was this just culture shock?
“OK. Fine.”
Helen gave up and opted to tidy the counter displays instead.

The rest of the morning Lina barely piped up at all - apart from when the occasional customer came to the counter. Then she was polite and studiously serene with her,
“May I be of any assistance?”s, and her
“Oh yes, ma’am. That matches your skin tone perfectly.”s, and her
“Shall I wrap that for you?”s.

The rest of the time - ice.

Helen tried starting conversations a couple more times, but got the clear impression that Miss Hayley was not interested in friendly chit-chat. Helen even invited Lina to lunch to which the stunning woman replied,
“I’m sorry Helen. I don’t do lunch.”

and resumed surveying the middle distance for any sign of customers. Helen rolled her eyes and left.

She was joined at lunch by a couple of the other girls who asked what Helen thought of the ‘new girl’. Helen wasn’t sure what to say. There wasn’t much she could tell them. She could only shrug. Lina had barely spoken, after all. Someone suggested that it might be first day nerves.

Half an hour later Helen returned to her counter. After lunch, the rest of the afternoon dragged by. Lina remained a virtual mute unless there were customers to serve. Once or twice when Helen was serving and Lina was not otherwise engaged, the stunning new recruit actually interrupted and corrected Helen’s advice. Helen politely thanked her for the help and asked when she was going on her break.

“Thank you Helen, but I do not require a break.” the serene woman explained smoothly.

Late in the afternoon Helen heard a muffled yell from somewhere in the store - it sounded like it might have come from Mr Ligbus’ office. The yelling grew suddenly clearer.

“That’s bullshit - and you know it!”

It was one of the girls - Becks? - and she wasn’t happy. A door slammed and there were hurried footsteps off to her right. Helen craned her neck sideways out over the counter to get a better view. Yeah - it was Becks from the perfume counter. Helen caught a glimpse of her storming out into the mall with her jacket and bag slung over one arm. A couple of the girls were following her. Her friend, Darcy, called after her a few times, apparently to no avail. Helen exchanged uneasy glances with Paula and Lisa at the counter opposite then noticed Lina again. Her expression was still utterly content as her gaze shifted smoothly around the store. Helen looked at Paula and Lisa again, who she noticed were sharing the slightly spooked expression that she guessed must have been on her own face.

It didn’t take long for the story to circulate. Becks had been fired for stealing. Cash found in her hand-bag added up to the till shortages from last week - apparently. But no-one could really believe Becks would have done that. If she’d stolen the money, she’d at least have the sense to leave it at home. There was talk of a frame up as well. After Ligbus had asked Becks to bring her bag to the office, Darcy had followed and sneaked closer to his office to listen. He’d got Becks to open the bag in front of him. She’d had no explanation for the cash, but swore - literally - that she had not stolen it. She’d been fired then and there, and then stormed out. Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon was basically taken up with resentful discussions about how best to roast Ligbus slowly over hot coals.

Lina didn’t seem at all interested. Helen was beginning to suspect that Miss Hayley was a bit of a management brown-noser. At closing, the stylish Brit insisted that Helen should go and leave her to close the cabinets and set the alarms. Helen almost got into an argument with the obstinate woman, but chose instead to leave her to it. If she wanted to impress the boss, so be it.

Predictably, Lina was already waiting patiently behind the counter when Helen arrived at work the next morning. Helen noticed she seemed to be wearing exactly the same outfit as the previous day. Maybe it was wash day. At least Helen had got a greeting out of the normally tight-lipped Lina - but there was still something icy about that well-enunciated English accent. Helen went to the staff room to drop off her bag and jacket, and when she returned, Lina spoke up again.

“Mister Ligbus has an announcement to make.” she said smoothly, then she walked elegantly off. Helen hesitated, then followed, her field of vision taken up with Lina’s serene movements - hips swaying, hands poised - all toned bare back and legs, swaying skirt and shimmering heels. Helen was led to the perfume counter, where the rest of the staff were gathering.

Standing behind the counter, flanked by a beaming Mr Ligbus and a scowling Darcy, was a tall brunette. Steep eyebrows accentuated slanted cheekbones and a square jaw. Her slick brown hair was parted slightly to one side and pulled back into a short bobbed pony tail. She was utterly stylish and stunning.

Mister ligbus explained that this was Estelle Grant. She was to join Darcy at the perfumes counter. According to Ligbus she’d been brought in in a rush over-night. Lots of late night phone calls to agencies and the like.

The shapely new recruit looked out from the counter confidently. Not exactly smiling, but……..that expression was familiar. Helen frowned.

Miss Grant just happened to own an ensemble outfit that fitted perfectly with the new dress code. It was almost as if she shopped at the same store as Lina - the strappy silver-sequinned top and light grey skirt she wore looked elegant and chic. What defied explanation though, was the choker clasped tightly around her neck - a narrow dull metallic ring identical to Lina’s.

There were the same muted greetings. Estelle spoke smoothly and clearly in a round voice that sounded a little like she’d worked in radio. Helen frowned again when Lina and the new woman shook hands. Though they spoke in different accents, they seemed to share the same dismissive air. The same kind of illusive, icy demeanour. When Helen shook Estelle’s hand, she noticed that though the woman’s eyes were a soft dark brown, there was something there that reminded Helen of Lina too. Maybe it was just their get up that made the two stunning women seem even more similar. Helen glanced her up and down. Estelle’s spangley top was scant, but stylish. The skirt hugged curvy hips, clinging to Estelle’s thighs down to the knee. And…………..OK - this was officially getting weird. The woman had dully shimmering heels exactly like Lina’s.

“Nice shoes.” Helen mumbled uneasily.

“Thank you, Helen.” the attractive woman responded mildly.

Shortly Ligbus declared that everyone should get back to work, so the somewhat sombre throng disbanded and everyone retreated to their respective counters. Helen glanced down at Lina’s feet as they walked. She was wearing the same shoes as yesterday - and they did look identical to Estelle’s.

“Don’t you get sore feet wearing heels all the time?” Helen suggested. Lina just kept looking ahead as she walked, her heels clicking an even rhythm on the marble floor. After a moment she spoke.
“I’m sorry Helen. I am unable to assist you at this time.”

Helen frowned yet again. She was becoming more and more convinced that she should never visit England.
“Fine.” she mumbled in baffled resignation.

The rest of the morning passed without much more fuss. It was a bit busier so Helen didn’t have much time to notice that Lina didn’t talk much when not ‘assisting’ customers - aside from her persisting corrections.

It was pretty much the same for the rest of the week. Lina wouldn’t have anything much to say unless talking to customers or annoyingly correcting Helen’s customer advice. Lina always insisted on locking up and arrived at work before Helen. She must have had several copies of the same outfit because she was dressed identically each day. Even down to those shimmering heels. And she never took a single break.

The strange thing was - talking quietly to Darcy from the perfume counter one lunch break by the water-cooler - it seemed that Miss Estelle Grant was of a similar ilk. No nonsense. No talking, in fact. Darcy had to concede Estelle knew her stuff when talking to customers though; When the store was restocking; Up-coming fragrances. And it seemed like she’d learned all the fragrance prices off by heart.

Late that afternoon Ligbus called another meeting. There was another hand-out about the dress code to be introduced in the coming week. And there was a contract. Everyone was to read it over night and return it tomorrow, signed, if they so wished. It was simply intended to ensure that everyone was providing the best possible service for customers, apparently. Helen pointed out that he’d forgotten to give Lina and Estelle copies. Extra copies were quickly made.

Helen gave the contract a quick once over when they were back at their counter. Ligbus was taking this dress code thing a bit too seriously in her opinion. There were clauses for verbal warnings if someone’s outfit was not up to scratch and after a written warning you could be sacked for not complying. Also there was to be introduced a ‘three strikes’ system for customer service. Any mistakes or dissatisfied customers were to be ‘logged’ against the offending staff member’s name. Three ‘strikes’ and you were ‘out’. Oh, and you would be asked to leave if you didn’t sign. Helen shook her head. Her parents would be outraged - this would never have been legal before the recession. Lina didn’t seem particularly interested in her copy, her azure gaze smoothly searching the store for potential customers.

When Helen arrived at work on Friday, Lina was once again already at the counter - no big surprise considering Helen was running late. But Paula and Lisa from the counter opposite were nowhere to be seen. Helen said good morning to Lina and dropped off her coat and bag. When she came out from the staff room, she heard the raised voices. They came from off toward Libus’ office. Lina seemed unconcerned, in her usual serene state of retailing Nirvana behind the counter. Helen headed off to see what the fuss was all about.

Paula and Lisa and four or five other staff were gathered at the door to Ligbus’ office. Ligbus stood in the doorway, smiling, with his hands raised as if requesting silence. He wasn’t getting any. Most of the women had a copy of the contract Ligbus had handed out the previous day and were flipping through the pages, pointing at the words and shouting at him.

“And how will these mistakes be ‘logged’ exactly?” Lisa demanded through the cacophony. An uneasy silence fell.
“I’ll expect you each to keep a record of your counter parter’s mistakes.” Ligbus explained pleasantly, “Morale building and so on.” he added. The shouting resumed.

“Ladies. Ladies. Please.” Ligbus kept saying. That indomitable smile was becoming strained.

Helen left them to it. It was true the service contract was restrictive, but in the modern job market it was legal. Since the recession and coup about a decade ago, the ball had been firmly in the court of the employer. Employees took what they could get. Helen had already signed her copy.

Back at the counter Lina was looking as content and composed as ever.

“I don’t suppose you’re worried about this contract, are you?” Helen suggested. Lina looked at her. Her head cocked slightly to one side and her eyebrows raised a little quizically.

“I’m sorry Helen. I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” she explained smoothly.

“Well, for starters, you don’t seem to have any problem keeping to the dress code.” Helen replied, gesturing up and down Lina’s familiarly immaculate outfit. Lina stared back at her through those impenetrably glacial contact lenses.
“Yes Helen. My apparel complies with the dress code perfectly.” she agreed primly. Helen was about to quiz her on her toffee-nosed talk when Lisa and Paula appeared. Lisa looked pissed, frankly. She charged toward the staff room, murmuring something along the lines of not needing this shit. Paula, who had been trying to settle her down, followed her in but clearly her success was limited - Lisa emerged shortly after and left with her coat and bag. Paula followed her out of the store still attempting to talk her around. Their voices faded. Lina was looking confidently out into the store again.

Helen just waited for customers too.

Paula returned a few minutes later, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. Helen heard that that morning a total of four staff had told Ligbus to shove his contract where it would give him some very painful paper cuts. And they’d left that morning too - Lisa - Both Ang and Karen from lipsticks - And the other Lisa - the one from mascara.

There was a steady flow of customers all morning, but it was nothing too stressful. What was becoming increasingly annoying was the frequency of Lina’s persistent corrections. Helen lost count of the times she found herself forcing smiles at the customers and sighing,

“Yes, Thank you Lina.” through slightly gritted teeth.

Later that afternoon Ligbus swept by the counters to collect their contracts, his face creased into a rejuvenated smile. To be honest he’d seemed a bit disappointed to hear Helen had decided to stay on. She’d got the contract from her bag and handed it over. Ligbus had been about to continue on his errand when Helen reminded him to collect Lina’s. A moment’s hesitation was followed by the stuttered explanation that he’d collected hers that morning. A smile and a wink and he was gone.

That afternoon, at a particularly quiet time, Helen decided to make up some more bonus packs - they were running a little low. She’d barely started when Lina spoke.

“I am sorry Helen. This week’s bonus pack includes Revlex Toner and E-visage Hydration Lotion. You are stocking Revlex hand cream and E-visage Toner.” she pointed out.

“Uh, yeah. Does that matter?”

“You are stocking the bonus packs incorrectly.” Lina continued, with seemingly smug self-confidence, “I’m afraid I will have to log this error with management.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Helen sighed through clenched teeth.

“You are stocking the bonus packs incorrectly. All mistakes must be logged with management.” Lina insisted confidently.

“Fine. Do it. See if I care.”

She carried on making up the packs her way.

Things on Monday morning were, frankly, surreal. As usual Lina was at the counter, dressed in her usual elegant halter-necked satin dress when Helen arrived. She spoke up immediately as Helen approached.

“Mister Ligbus has an announcement to make.” she explained.

“Good morning to you, too.” Helen replied as Lina paced purposefully away. Helen dropped off her things and set off in the same direction. When she rounded the mascara counter she stopped and stared.

Most of the staff were assembled in front of the lipstick counter. Standing in a line at one end of the counter - the focus of the gathering - were seven women. From what Helen to see, they each seemed tall, slim and stunning. Helen moved closer, joining Paula. The new women were each posed confidently, their striking flawless faces regarding the other staff with an all too familiar indomitable serenity. They were each dressed in a combination of silver sequins, white satin or light grey leather. As Helen craned her neck to get a better view, she noticed some things did not vary. Each had a narrow dull silvery choker clasped around their neck and identical dully shimmering high heels. It looked like a line up at a beauty pageant - for the ‘look-as-similar-as-possible’ section.

Ligbus clapped and welcomed everyone. He started by congratulating everyone on their adherence to the new dress code. It was unfortunate, apparently, that some of the staff had not been so agreeable. Thus, the new recruits. Endless weekend phone calls. Nightmare to organise, and so on. As Ligbus continued, Paula explained in a hushed voice that three more staff had refused to sign the contract by the end of business on Friday and were asked not to come back. As Helen looked back at the immaculately posed row of women, Ligbus concluded and asked them to introduce themselves, which they did in turn.

“Hello everyone. I am Dominique. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Dominique had stylishly tousled short dark hair and generous lips.

“Hello everyone. I am Antoinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Antoinette was blonde and slender, with large doll-like blue eyes. Both women spoke with the same measured serenity. It was a little unnerving.

“Hello everyone. I am Celeste. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

A red-head, Celeste sounded like she moonlighted as phone sex line operator. Or maybe it was just the fact that she had repeated her predecessors’ greetings so exactly that gave her voice an answer-phone-recording quality.

“Hello everyone. I am Natalya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Natalya had jet black hair, glistening green eyes and a sultry eastern European accent. As the somewhat repetitive introductions proceeded, the whole display seemed even more like a poorly executed beauty pageant rehearsal and Ligbus began to look a little anxious.

“Hello everyone. I am Sheridan. It’s a pleasure to….”

“Alright. Thank you ladies.” Ligbus interjected, clapping his hands again, “I’m sure you’ll all get to know each other later. Well done. Back to work everyone. You know your places.”

The stunning new recruits immediately sprung into action - most striding off in various directions, shimmering heels clicking on marble and aluminium - a pair taking positions behind the lipstick counter.

The rest of the group broke up more slowly, whispering amongst themselves as they returned to work. When Helen got to her counter Lina was waiting patiently there and the dark-haired Natalya was posed expectantly at Paula’s counter. Glossy black hair was pulled back into a long straight pony tail. Her fitted white short-sleeved shirt had a risqué plunging neck line that displayed generous cleavage. A knee length grey leather skirt had a split on one side. Helen watched Paula and the new European beauty exchange pleasantries then looked at Lina. Like Natalya, she was once again serenely surveying her surroundings, her expression poised and expectant. What, exactly, was going on here? Helen looked down at Lina’s shoes. The familiar lustrous heels were reflected faintly in the matching aluminium floor.

Thankfully customers began to trickle into the store and there was little time to worry.

With several specials running in store that day, things quickly became busy and while Helen could feel herself getting increasingly irritable, Lina remained a paragon of polite efficiency.

“Certainly, sir - Do remember to retain your receipt.”

“Yes, ma’am. We’re offering a special on those today.”

“My apologies ma’am. Do return when we have that in stock, won’t you?”

The morning flew by and the customers kept coming. Toward mid day, the rush of customers gradually abated, but Lina’s politely precise poise did not.

“Yes ma’am. We’re offering a special on those today.”

“Certainly ma’am - Do remember to retain your receipt.”

“Oh yes, ma’am. That matches your skin tone perfectly.”

Finally Helen got to go to lunch. She thought she needed a bit of a walk, so she grabbed her coat from the hooks on the staff room wall. Helen looked at the other jackets hung there and frowned. Twelve jackets.

It was almost Christmas.

Cold outside.

But only twelve jackets.

That was about half as many as the whole staff needed, wasn’t it? Nine short, if she included her own. Helen frowned and then looked at the door to the as-yet-incomplete ‘executive lounge’. It didn’t have a handle - there was a number touch-pad to it’s right on the wall. And there was a panel of familiar aluminium flooring in front of the doorway. What was going on here?

That afternoon after graciously agreeing to let Lina lock up once again, Helen made a point of waiting in her car in the car park outside. At first she felt like she was behaving a little neurotically, but after half an hour there was still no sign of Lina, or in fact, any of the ‘new girls’. After about another twenty minutes, still with no sign, Helen finally drove home.

Helen made a point of arriving early for work the next morning.

In fact she arrived so early that the staff entrance at the rear was still locked. She went around in through the mall. The mall was open, but the barred roller doors to the store were still lowered. After a few minutes of peering through the barred glass Helen could see movement. Sheridan and another of the stunning new recruits were taking their places at the lipstick counter. There was the reverberant sound of clicking heels spreading out across the store. Helen saw Ligbus’ assistant approaching the main doors from inside, so she retreated to the back entrance which was by then unlocked.

Predictably, Lina was waiting at her counter when Helen finally made her way inside.

“Hello Lina.” Helen said as she approached. Lina’s cool eyes swung to meet hers.

“Good morning, Helen. How are you?”

“I’m doing OK. You?”

“I am well, thank you.” the elegant blonde purred. Then she resumed staring out into the store, her head turning slowly but deliberately from side to side. Helen dropped off her things in the staff room - hers was the first coat on the rack - and returned to the counter. She glanced out at Natalya who was similarly posed behind the counter opposite, then back at Lina.

“Did you have a pleasant evening last night?” Helen pressed, as nonchalantly as she could manage. Again those glistening irises turned and faced her.

“I’m sorry Helen - that’s a rather personal question, don’t you think?”

Helen feigned a slight offence and gave a small shrug.

“No. Not really. I’m just wondering what you got up to last night.”

After a moment Lina’s eyebrows rose a little apologetically and her lips parted, speaking with that precise English inflection.

“I’m sorry Helen. I am not permitted to divulge that information.”

Helen nodded as Darcy appeared from the staff entrance.

“Morning, Darce” Helen called as Darcy headed toward the staffroom.

“Hey, Hel……..Hey Lina.”

Lina regarded Darcy cooly.

“Good morning, Darcy. How are you?”

“Yeah, OK I guess.”

Darcy went to drop her gear off, but Helen called out again.

“Hey Darce - check out how many jackets there are.”

Darcy frowned.

“What?”

“Just count the jackets in there. See if you can figure it out - ‘cos I can’t.”

“Ooohhhhh kaayyyy……”

Darcy gave Helen a bewildered look and disappeared for a minute or two.

When she came out, Helen had to prompt her again.

“Well?”

“What?”

“How many jackets?”

“Oh. There were a couple I think.”

“Yeah. Yours and mine. Two. And all the other ‘new girls’ are here already.” Helen pointed out conspiratorially. Darcy shrugged.

“Yeah, so?”

Helen swung a hand up and down near Lina’s stylishly scant outfit.

“Hardly cold-weather wear, wouldn’t you say? Ever seen one of the new girls leave for the night?”

Darcy squinted and looked suddenly like she was catching on.

“Uh….no.”

Helen just raised her eyebrows.

Darcy’s frown deepened as she looked thoughtfully at Lina - who was looking over her head out into the store. Darcy glanced over at Natalya, hesitated for another few seconds, then drifted off in the direction of her counter.

The others arrived over the next few minutes - and the first customers a few minutes later.

Most of the morning passed without much event. Lina’s considered polite precision with customers continued, as did her silence in their absence. It was only when Helen was serving a lone customer that Lina butted in once again.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. Helen has quoted the wrong price for Rexlon Mid Tone Foundation. They are on special all week at twelve forty nine.”

The customer smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Oh, great. Thanks.”

When the customer departed, Lina spoke again, her glistening blue eyes surveying Helen confidently.

“I’m afraid your error will be logged and reported to management.”

Helen shook her head and looked back at the beaurocratic Brit in disbelief. She would have argued back, but those unwavering icy eyes convinced her that resistance was futile.

“OK. Fine” she sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose.

It was just before twelve, while Helen and the shapely stickler-for-detail were restocking one of the satellite foundation displays, when a customer approached Lina.

“Excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me how much these cost.”

Lina stood smoothly upright and surveyed the woman who held up a range of eyeshadows each in a separate small container.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I am unable to assist you at this time. If you speak to one of our staff at the eyeshadow counter, they will be only too pleased to help you.” she suggested pleasantly.

The woman huffed.

“You’re the third one to tell me that. That counter is packed. And it’s way over on the other side of the store now. Can’t you just tell me how much these are?”

“I’m sorry ma’am. I am otherwise engaged. Please see another member of staff who may be able to assist you.”

Crouched down on the floor, restocking the lowest shelves, Helen smiled.

“Say, Lina - are you refusing to serve a customer?”

Out of the corner of her eye Helen noticed Lina turning to look at her as she continued.

“I wouldn’t want to have to report this to management. Wouldn’t look too good, would it?” Helen pressed, not looking up from her work. There was a brief awkward silence, then Lina spoke.

“That will not be necessary, Helen.” she insisted smoothly. She immediately turned away from the customer and headed back toward their counter. The customer looked outraged.

“What? You won’t serve me?”

Lina seemed to ignore her, her shimmering heels clicking evenly on the pristine marble flooring as she walked elegantly away - hands poised, hips swaying. The inflamed customer looked to Helen.

“What’s going on here? ….It’s because I’m fat, isn’t it!”” she blurted. Still crouched down, Helen tried not to laugh and just shrugged sheepishly, looking off in the direction of the elegantly retreating shapely blonde. When Lina reached the aluminium flooring that circled the counter, she stopped. For a moment she stood completely still, then she turned smoothly and paced slowly back.

“OK - Fine! Keep your stupid make up!” the customer fumed, hurling them to the ground. They bounced and scattered in Lina’s direction and the customer stormed off. As Lina stepped forward a few of the flat containers bounced around her shoes - a couple sliding under a nearby display. Lina stopped and looked here and there as the discarded articles slid to rest. The shapely blonde turned carefully around and stepped elegantly back to the counter, walking around it and then bending down and disappearing. Shortly she reappeared with a small plastic bag in hand and stepped out and forward confidently, stopping after a couple paces to reach down and bend forward at the waist - with a flexibility that suggested gymnastic ability. She collected a stray eyeshadow case. The flawlessly made up blonde straightened smoothly and turned slightly to her left, taking another couple steps forward. Helen watched as she meticulously collected the remaining visible stray articles of make up, all the while with a serenely satisfied expression that, Helen reflected, made it look strangely as if she was plucking flowers in an English field somewhere. She seemed to take extra care with the cases that had popped open, plucking them delicately from the floor and placing then in her bag. Standing upright once again, Lina turned and strode off toward the staff room. Helen frowned and stood.

“Uh…Lina? Where are you going?”

The slender blonde stopped and turned back to face her.

“Damaged goods should be disposed of immediately. I am disposing of these damaged goods.” she explained dismissively. Helen glanced at the floor. There were purplish marks here and there where several cases had burst open.

“Well you might as well get a sponge while you’re there.”

Lina’s head cocked to one side slightly and her eyebrows raised politely.

“Excuse me Helen? I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“The eyeshadows made some marks on the floor. You might need a sponge to clean it off.” Helen suggested. Lina looked like she was almost about to reply, then instead she turned and walked back toward the counter. Helen frowned curiously as the blonde British beauty reached the counter, stopped and turned back to face her.

“I am sorry Helen, I am not required to perform clean up operations.” Lina recited.

“Ohhhhh…kaayyyyy.” Helen sighed, “But I don’t think Mister Ligbus will be happy to see these marks.”

Lina’s head lowered slightly and those pale blue eyes looked smoothly here and there. Then she looked up at Helen again.

“I did not make those marks, Helen. I am not required to perform clean up operations.”

“Well, you’re right - the customer made the marks. But you pissed her off. Which makes this mess your responsibility - don’t you think? Or I dunno - maybe I could tell management you’re shirking your responsibilities…..”

Lina stared for a moment.

“I am not required to perform clean up operations.” she insisted cooly.

“Well, you’re clearing up the cases.” Helen pointed out. Lina’s calm, pristine expression did not falter.

“Damaged goods should be disposed of immediately. I am disposing of these damaged goods.” the flawless blonde repeated. Sensing another fight brewing, Helen raised her hands and sighed.

“OK. OK. But don’t come to me, when Ligbus blows his top over this mess.”

Helen crouched down again and got back to restocking the display as Lina turned on the toes of her shoes and stepped away toward the staff room with characteristic measured elegance. Helen rolled her eyes and glanced after her.

That’s when she noticed something.

From her low view point, Helen could see the underside of Lina’s pristine shoes as they flicked up behind her with each rhythmic step. The soles looked black, like leather or plastic - but there was something on the bottom of Lina’s right shoe. Helen squinted to make sure she was seeing it right. The ball of the sole was mostly taken up by a rectangular metallic plate - like something from a tap-dancing shoe. As the blonde walked away, hips swayed in carefully measured rhythm. Delicately poised hands swung back and forward precisely. Dully shining heels click, click, clicked her forward. Like clockwork. And that metal plate flicked up on each alternate step until Lina disappeared behind the staff room door.

Helen blinked and immediately began to wonder if she’d been seeing things.

A minute later Lina emerged from the staff room, pacing as confidently as ever, that aloof expression indomitably self assured. Helen noticed that though the shapely sales assistant was walking purposefully in an outfit that clearly precluded the wearing of a bra, that pert bust seemed set like stone - well, at the very least like too-firm rubber. She definitely had a good plastic surgeon.

A moment later Lina had rejoined Helen at the display. The two women continued working in silence until Helen glanced across at the woman’s glistening high heels and noticed a small powdery purple mark on the shimmering toe where an open eye-shadow case must have struck.

“Hey - you’ve got a mark on your shoe.” Helen pointing out. Lina stopped her work and looked down at the shimmering shoe. Then Helen got an idea.

”Oh, gee - I hope that doesn’t break the dress code.” she pressed, “Wouldn’t want to have to report that to Ligbus.”
Lina looked down at Helen.

“My attire complies with the dress code perfectly. ” she proclaimed pleasantly. Helen clucked her tongue dubiously.

“Well, I doubt it does with that dirty shoe. I don’t recall smeared purple being one of the permitted colours….“

Lina bent forward slightly and looked down at the discoloured shoe again. Helen shrugged resolutely.

“That’s it - you’ll just have to take them off.” she suggested reluctantly, rolling her eyes.

Lina looked back at her again.

“Our attire should comply with the dress code.” Lina pointed out. Helen bit her lip, thinking for a second, and then raised her eyebrows excitedly.

“Well - come to think of it - there’s nothing in the dress code that actually says you have to wear shoes. Just that any footwear should be white or grey. Technically being barefoot wouldn’t break the dress code, would it?” Helen looked back at the shoe and tutted again, “But that shoe - I really should report it. Really.”

Lina looked down at the purple-smeared shoe and blinked slowly. Then she straightened suddenly and walked off toward their counter. Helen peered suspiciously at that strange metallic rectangle as it flicked up behind Lina with each alternate step. Having reached the aluminium surround, the elegantly poised blonde paused and then turned to face Helen again and walked straight back out to meet her.

“That’s quite correct, Helen.” she agreed finally and she pushed the ankle of one foot forward, stepping first out of one shoe and then the other. On tip toes, she turned and went to bend forward, presumably to collect them, when a voice made her straighten up again.

“Excuse me miss…..”

Lina turned to face the customer - a middle-aged man who looked a little lost.

“I was wondering if you think this colour would go with a fair complexion.…”

He had in one hand a tube of lipstick.

“My wife, you see, is your…….uh…….colour.” he explained, unable to disguise an involuntary glance at Lina’s shapely figure. Lina semi-smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry sir. I am unable to assist you at this time. If you speak to one of our staff at the lipstick counter, they will be only too pleased to help you.” the barefoot blonde suggested in her usual pleasantly dismissive tone.

“Uh, yeah but they’re both….uh……dark. I was wondering if you thought this would suit someone your colouring.”

“I’m sorry sir. I am otherwise engaged. Please see another member of staff who may be better able to assist you.”

Lina’s prim pronouncements seemed strangely pre-recorded. Helen glanced at the empty, silvery heels sitting next to the blonde beauty. She wouldn’t mind a closer look…..

“Um, Lina - You’re not refusing to serve another customer, are you? I should really report that to management this time…..” Helen pressed again. Lina looked from the customer to Helen and just stared for a moment.

“That will not be necessary, Helen.” she explained shortly. Then she turned suddenly and headed back toward their counter, walking the whole time on tip toe - leaving her shimmering shoes behind her. The appreciative customer followed. Helen got up quickly and snatched up the silvery heels.

“Uh….I’m just going for my break, OK?” she called hurriedly, heading quickly for the staff room.

From the staff room doorway Helen had one last glance in Lina’s direction - She was walking inexplicably back and forward near the counter - maybe at the customers’ request? - then Helen shut the door behind her and stepped over to the kitchen counter. She put the left shoe down on the counter and examined the other. It really did have a rectangular metallic plate on the sole. The inside of the shoe was black - plastic probably. But down in the ball of the shoe, several short silvery pins stuck up in a row.

“What the hell?”

Helen frowned and looked at the underside again. The metallic plate was positioned directly below the pins. She glanced at the kitchen counter and picked up the other shapely shoe. The inside was completely black. Helen felt inside with her fingers - it felt plastic. There didn’t seem to be any pins in this shoe, but she noticed a slightly raised squarish bump in about the same spot. Either little Miss Well-Spoken was prepared to put up with very uncomfortable shoes for the sake of fashion, or…

Helen looked across at the door to the executive lounge and down at the panel of aluminium flooring in front of it. Then she looked at the shoes again - noticed how closely they matched the flooring.

Brand cohesion.

She crossed the room and looked at the key pad to the right of the door and down at the floor again. She looked at the bottom of the right shoe one last time then placed it there on the aluminium square. There was a buzz and a short hum and then Helen was slightly startled when the door slid suddenly away.

On the other side of the Helen doorway there was a dark corridor that ran from left to right. Helen stepped carefully forward and peered in around the edge of the doorway. The corridor was dully lit. To the left the corridor was a dead end. To the right, not far, the corridor turned left, away from the staffroom. Helen waited. All she could hear was a faint, deep hum.

Shortly she stepped in through the doorway and headed gingerly up the corridor, toward the corner. She was startled again by a sudden hum as the door behind her slid shut. Composing herself, she paused and summoned the courage to peer around the corner.

A moment later she saw a long, wide corridor of sorts stretching out in front of her. It was lit here and there by industrial looking red lights. And the walls were an alternating sequence of dark alcoves and wall-mounted, television screens or computer displays. On the floor up ahead, arranged in two orderly rows at either side of the corridor, Helen could see sets of silvery high heels. She stepped gingerly forward. Each pair of heels seemed to be tidily positioned, facing an alcove. Helen approached the nearest pair. As she moved forward, Helen made out the form of a shapely woman standing in the adjacent dark alcove. She was posed with her back out toward Helen - dressed in familiar satin and sequins. The curvy brunette stood utterly still, her hands resting flush against her thighs. Her feet seemed to have disappeared into a box on the floor of the alcove - it was hard to tell, in the dim light.

Helen squinted and peered into a neighbouring empty alcove. There were no shimmering heels on the floor beside it - but Helen noticed the floor there was moulded with small impressions that perfectly matched the soles and spiky heels of the shoes. The alcove itself seemed featureless apart from the black plastic floor, which had a black pedestal about the size of a hat box at it’s centre. In the top of the pedestal there were with two deep-set impressions. Helen looked closer. Both impressions seemed moulded perfectly in the shape of women’s feet. The impressions were also mostly featureless.

Mostly.

At the base of the left foot there were a pair of short shining pins sticking upward, about an inch apart. And inside the right impression, Helen could see a whole row of short pins sticking up from the bottom of the sculpted hole - exactly like those she’d found inside Lina’s right shoe

Helen was distracted by the monitor next to the empty alcove flickering suddenly to life. The name “Estelle” flashed on screen, along with the words “Loading - Lipsticks Module”. A computerised progress bar appeared and quickly filled up, then the screen went dead again.

Helen moved furthur up the corridor. There were over twenty alcoves here. Over half were occupied by immobile shapely women, dressed in variations of the satin-sequins-and-scanty theme. There were nine absentees. Helen turned and noticed another flickering monitor and stepped up to it.

“Lina.” she read in a hushed whisper.

The words “Warning - not responsive” were flashing repeatedly on the screen in urgent looking letters. Near the top of the screen, Helen also noticed the phrase “Module - Eye-shadow”.

Helen nodded to herself. So, Ligbus wanted to replace them all with rechargeable retail robots. She headed back to the entrance, scowling determinedly. The door opened as she approached.

She went to the kitchen counter again, collected Lina’s shoes and dumped them in the trash, then headed back out into the store.

There was a small rowdy group of customers around Helen’s counter, many of whom were demanding to speak to a manager. Lina was turning this way and that facing each customer in turn.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I am unable to assist you at this time.”

“My apologies sir. Please see another member of staff for assistance.”

“Yes ma’am. Unfortunately I am unable to provide you with service at the moment. Please try again later.”

“My apologies sir. I am unable to assist you at this time.”

As Helen approached, the barefoot blonde Brit stepped out from the counter, turning on her toes and stepping back onto the aluminium surround. For a moment she stood motionless, then she turned to the nearest, loudest customer.

“Please accept my apologies, ma’am. Another member of staff would be only too happy to serve you.”

Then to the next, in as pleasant a tone as ever.

“I’m sorry sir. This sales assistant is unable to offer appropriate service. Please try another member of staff.”

Helen interrupted Lina’s repetitious explanations and patted Lina on the shoulder.

“Apologies everyone, my friend here is new. Brand new, I think. Now - who’s first?”

There was a mad scramble of arms and products waved in Helen’s face, but a few minutes later she was dealing with the last of the cantankerous customers.

Having seen off the very last of them Helen was about to quiz Lina on her new found ineptitude when a venomous whisper spat out at her.

“What the hell’s going on here?” it demanded. It was Ligbus’ assistant and he looked pissed, leaning over the counter, his sinewy face aimed right at her. Helen smiled.

“Um..I think Lina here was experiencing some………technical difficulties, but it’s nothing I couldn’t handle.” she offered.

“I’ve had a customer report that she was refused service!” the man continued, flabbergasted.

“Well, yeah. Like I said, I think Lina was feeling a bit overloaded. With work, I mean.”

He clearly wasn ‘t listening.

“This is entirely unacceptable - and what’s all this mess?” the man persisted, flicking a hand out toward the peripheral displays.

“Mess?” Helen sighed.

“Marks on the floor. Purple marks.” he spat. Helen went to explain, but the tightly wound man interupted her.

“Get a mop and clean it up this instant.” he ordered. Helen clenched her teeth.

“Yes, sir.” she growled. Then he turned briefly to Lina, looking her up and down. He nodded.

“Well, done Lina. Keep up the good work.”

Lina’s icy gaze met his.

“Thank you sir. I aim to provide the best possible service. I am required to report an error on Helen’s part, however. Earlier today she omitted to inform a customer that Rexlon Mid Tone Foundation is on special all this week.”
Helen gasped.

“Why you little….”

Ligbus’ assistant shook his head disapprovingly and tutted.

“No no no no no.” he sighed, “Not acceptable at all.”

He seemed to ponder Helen for a moment with a mischievous smile that frankly creeped Helen out a little.

“With that other mistake….”

“What other mistake?!” Helen demanded. The man nodded in Lina’s direction.

“Lina here tells us you were stocking the bonus packs incorrectly.”

Helen turned to Lina, agape.

“Why you little….” she gasped again. Ligbus’ assistant continued disapprovingly.

“One more mistake like that and you’re out. You’re just lucky we can’t figure out who’s to blame for this mess.”

Then he turned to Lina, casting an appreciative glance up and down her precision-toned body.

“Well, like I said - good work Lina. Keep it up. Oh and Helen…..”

A hand gestured vaguely in the direction of the displays - presumably indicating that Helen should get a mop and bucket. Then he paced quickly away. She gave him the bird.

Helen shot a dirty glance at Lina, but she was blissfully scanning her surroundings for customers - customers she’d presumably be unable to ‘assist’. Helen looked the shapely blonde up and down. Such poise. Such style. Such a back-stabbing cow. And a job-stealing robot to boot. Helen sighed and stomped off to the staff room.

She found herself swearing under her breath as she got a mop and bucket ready to clean up the mess that Lina had caused.

“One more mistake, my ass….” she simmered, waiting as the bucket filled with hot water.

A couple minutes later she was back out in the store lugging the bucket and mop angrily out to where the all-so-offensive make up marks had been made. She started mopping, looking up from time to time to see Lina poised and serene behind the counter.

She was cleaning one of the marks right next to a display, swinging the mop back and forward on the floor, when the mop pushed something out from under the display. It was a small case of eyeshadow. Helen leaned down and picked it up, leaving the mop balanced in the bucket. She wiped her forehead and bit her lip, examining the case for a moment, then looked over at Lina again. The robotic retail assistant remained at her post behind the counter, that too-beautiful face turning smoothly to the left and right, scanning. Helen marched over there.

“Uh…Lina….Look what I found.” Helen said, holding the makeup case as she approached. As Helen came to a stop in front of the counter, Lina’s azure irises focused on the object held up a few inches from her flawless face.

“Seems you haven’t been doing you job properly after all.” Helen continued. Those ice-blue pools swung up to meet Helen’s eyes and the head cocked to one side slightly.

“I’m sorry Helen. I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” the flawlessly made up woman explained pleasantly.

“Didn’t you say damaged goods should be disposed of immediately? Wouldn’t want to have to tell management you’ve been shirking your responsibilities…..” Helen pressed, “And you know what? Every one I find, I’ll report.”

She pocketed the case.

“That’s one. Two more and you are out of here….” she added, thrusting a thumb over her shoulder dramatically. Helen doubted management would listen to her - but at this point it was enough just to try and ruffle her robotic rival’s flawless feathers. Lina looked down at Helen’s pocket, then out toward the displays. Then those glacial eyes focused back on Helen. Those smug, generous lips parted.

“That will not be necessary, Helen.” the precisely enunciated voice stated clearly. The shapely sham-salesperson turned on her toes and made to walk out from behind the counter.

“Oh yes it will!” Helen insisted and she strode quickly back to the mop and bucket. As Lina approached elegantly on tip-toe, Helen swung the mop along the under-edges of some nearby displays, hoping to find another stray case of eyeshadow. Looking up while still mopping, she saw Lina crouching down and checking under a display with one hand. Helen was distracted by a nearby clattering sound - another case had been swept out from under the display. She laughed and bent down to retrieve it.

“Ah ha! Another one!” she gasped, holding up the case triumphantly. Lina looked over and stood gracefully. Helen was about to remind the shapely machine that “one more meant she was out” when Lina’s bare pointed left foot coming down on soapy, wet marble.

Helen yelped and swore. She’d got a shock somehow and reflexively released the wet handle of the mop. It balanced upright at an angle in the soapy bucket. Was that static electricity? Lina took another elegant step closer, the toes of her right foot meeting saturated white stone. Helen heard a strange buzzing sound and as Lina stepped forward again - hands poised, face serene - there was a loud crackle and a bright blue flash.

“JeSUS!” Helen exclaimed, backing away. A spark had spat out from under the robotic Brit’s bare right foot. Lina took another step and there was more buzzing. Her head cocked slightly to one side, the expression aloof and assured. Helen backed further away to one side as Lina continued forward - hands swinging smoothly, toned legs pacing confidently. There was another bright blue flash from between her toes and she came to an uncharacteristically abrupt halt, her pretty head - still cocked askew - turning to face Helen.

“That will not be necessary Helen.” that confident voice repeated then she leaned forward at the waist, almost bending in half - a hand reaching daintily down as that curious buzzing continued. While Lina remained posed crookedly forward and her hand searched under the nearest display, Helen heard a couple faint metallic ‘pings’ - like springs releasing - that sounded as if they had come from beneath the flawless skin of Lina’s bare back. The stunning Brit blinked a couple times then her head twitched slightly. That flawless face swivelled to look at Helen again, the expression still indomitably confident .

“You may return to the counter. Your assistance is not required.”HH

she proclaimed pleasantly, still posed with her pert rear end stuck up into the air. Helen was aware of someone else approaching, but didn’t bother to look who it was. Amidst the buzzing something fizzled faintly inside the shapely blonde. She sprung upright suddenly, her head still cocked to one side slightly, that confident gaze still fixed on Helen.

“I aim to provide the best possible service.” that generous mouth recited. There was more fizzling from somewhere and another sudden blue flash from her bare wet feet. Helen thought she could smell melting plastic.
“Oh my god!” someone gasped. It was Paula. She stood not far from Helen, her hands over her mouth in shock, “She’s……a robot?”

“I’m sorry sir. I am unable to assist.” Lina continued clearly.

Helen nodded, her eyes still fixed firmly on the faulty robotic foreigner.

“Yeah. They all are, I think.” she murmured.

As Lina’s confident icy gaze lingered on her obliviously, Helen heard what sounded like a small electrical motor whirring into life. When Lina spoke again, only her lips moved. Her expression seemed fixed - though strangely confident and composed.

“I am not required to perform clean up operations. Not required.”

Helen could hear that winding motor speeding up, but Lina just remained standing on tip-toe in the soapy water - hands poised delicately at her sides - head at that curious crooked angle.

“My apologies. I am not required. Best possible.” that flawless voice explained smoothly.

Helen backed away further - Lina’s gaze seemed fixed on the now empty spot where Helen had been standing.

“What’s wrong with her?” Paula asked looking the shapely machine up and down uneasily. Helen vaguely indicated the floor.

“The water. I think she’s……..short circuiting.” she replied uneasily.

That whirring motor wound faster. There was a more pronounced crackle and Lina’s head twitched again, an eyelid flickering.

“I am required to report. Required. Yes sir.”

Her hands sprung into motion; elbows bending slightly; arms moving alternately forward and back slightly. As that strained electric motor spun faster and faster her head slowly tilted more and more to the side. Both her eyelids fluttered. The motor wound even more furiously.

“Another staff member. Unable to assist. My apologies. Accept. Accept.”

Helen heard another spring give way and a soft steely tinkling sound. Then a sudden loud bang made Paula yell and Helen jump back. That straining electric motor finally wound down. Lina’s head straightened and wobbled stiffly then she spun awkwardly around on her toes. After a half-turn she sprung into forward motion, still walking on tip-toe - though it seemed like the robotic retailer was having some trouble balancing. Those poised hands now swung with considered precision - the movements more hurried and stilted - each step seemed rushed and jerky. As Lina made awkward progress back toward the counter Helen noticed something else.

A section of Lina’s steely choker was askew, sticking out from the back of her neck at an angle as if on a hinge.
“Please see another. Unable. Unable. I am not required.”

Helen stepped after the oblivious blonde and peered closer at the jutting piece of jewellery. There was the strong odour of burning plastic. Popped open as it was, the slim section of choker exposed a narrow rectangular hole in the back of Lina’s slender neck. Helen could see another computerised socket inside, but as she caught up and tried to get an even closer look there was a flash of sparks. She jumped back and just watched Lina go. A faint haze of smoke billowed around the overcharged automaton.

Helen heard Paula gasp again. She was pointing at Lina’s feet, her other hand still at her mouth. Helen looked too. As Lina walked stiffly away the soles of her bare wet feet flicked up behind her. On the ball of each foot there was a small black rectangle. With each step puffs of black smoke appeared from what Helen could only guess were computer sockets of some kind.

“To perform. Not required. Please see another. Unable.” Lina chattered pleasantly.
When the shapely blonde reached the counter Helen was surprised to see her walk right into it. That toned torso tipped forward then straightened awkwardly. Then she just stood there with her hands resting at her sides, a thin veil of smoke rising up around her. Helen and Paula exchanged glances then walked over. Helen peered around Lina’s right shoulder.

“Uh. Lina?”

The blonde Brit’s head twitched then swivelled slightly in Helen’s direction. Helen could hear cooling, ticking sounds from inside the blonde’s tall slender body. The stench of melted rubber made Helen cough.

“Uh. Are you feeling OK?” Helen pried uneasily looking Lina up and down. Lina just stared. A half-hearted fizzle of sparks flashed from the socket in her neck.

“You are in such trouble….” Paula whispered. Helen frowned.

“What? - it wasn’t my fault. She was the one who walked out there!” she insisted, “Anyway with any luck she’ll be fine. She just needs to cool off - right Lina?”

Lina’s full lips parted, her confident gaze fixed off in the distance somewhere.

“Please see. I am unable. Yes mister. Please see please see please see…..” she intoned droly. Paula rolled her eyes.
“Yeah - she’ll be fine.” she scoffed.

That was when the sprinklers started.

Paula swore. Helen heard startled yells from around the store. For a moment Lina remained stock still in the torrential downpour. Her decoratively arranged hair sagged slowly in the deluge. Her scant dress clung wetly to her curves. Then as the floor around her became more and more drenched, Helen heard ominous electronic crackling. Helen backed away through the rain. Suddenly there was another bright blue flash. Lina’s body wobbled and then swivelled to the right. Helen could hear motors winding, servos straining. Lina’s eye’s looked characteristically aloof.

“Best possible. Not required.” the short-circuiting shop assistant droned automatically taking a few steps forward, buzzing and fizzling constantly. Her make up was running in the wet, her expression oblivious.

Another blue flash. Helen noticed more smoke - but not from Lina. It was appearing from the floor - from the edge of the aluminium surround where it met the white marble. A pair of startled, laughing customers ran by. Helen looked over at Paula’s counter. Through the downpour she could see Natalya still at her post. She seemed to be turning left and right indecisively - and leaning forward and straightening mechanically. Helen glanced down at the aluminium flooring again. Lina was short-circuiting their controlling computer - through the floor!

“What the HELL is going on here!” Helen heard someone bellow. It was Ligus’ assistant with a soggy newspaper held over his head. Helen shrugged as obviously as she could.

“I don’t know - ask her!” she called, pointing at the smouldering sparking salesperson walking stiffly around the counter.

“Oh my god! Lina! Lina!” the man called, moving around the counter after her. Lina was speaking, but over the noise of the heavy shower Helen could not hear what she was saying - either that or the failing curvaceous creation wasn’t speaking coherent words anymore.

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Across the store Helen saw another one of Ligbus’ bionic beauties pacing confidently through the drizzle. The drenched brunette - Sheridan? - seemed unfazed by any theoretical computer problems until she walked straight into a display, bounced off it and fell backward. Lying on her back the shapely prostrate woman seemed to want to keep walking. Arms swung back and forward, legs kicked up and down sending that shapely sodden torso twisting awkwardly side to side.
Helen noticed Natalya now seemed to be standing completely still at an unsual angle, her head cocked to one side, one shoulder raised up almost to her ear.

Another bright flash from Lina’s direction regained Helen’s attention. Ligbus’ assistant yelped and jumped away. He’d touched the drenched robotic damsel who was now standing stationary behind the counter. Her toned upper body was twitching forward and back, head cocking from side to side, the mouth forming apparently random shapes as puffs of smoke appeared. Her hair clung heavily to her face which in the wet looked like too-shiny plastic. The make up was smeared and running. Those formerly glacial eyes seemed completely disinterested and vacant. As that curvaceous torso twisted jerkily about, the dress clung here and there - the nipples of her too-pert breasts showing through the drenched fabric.

“Lina!” Ligbus’ right hand man yelled desperately again. He moved closer again, but seemed unwilling to touch the short circuiting shop assistant.

Over the spattering hiss of falling water Helen heard a sudden continuous crackling from inside the abortive blonde. Eyelids fluttered. That moist, smouldering mouth snarled unnaturally. Motors wound furiously. Ligbus’ man retreated a little as his shapely servant’s internal circuits whined and sputtered. Then, with a final definitive ‘bang’, that wet torso jerked back, bounced and began to tip slowly forward. Motors fizzled, slowed and wound down. Smoke trailed from a mouth that hung inelegantly agape. Slowly that rubber-firm bust pressed down onto the counter and then the head lowered smoothly, the forehead coming to rest on its wet surface. Ligbus’ assistant looked on in horror. Smoke trailed from the exposed socket in Lina’s silvery choker, which still sputtered and fizzled in the falling drizzle.

After a few moments Ligbus’ assistant looked up from his expired sales-bot and glared at Helen.

“You…..are FIRED!!” he bellowed, pointing a sinewy finger in Helen’s direction.

Helen sighed and looked at the floor. Then she shrugged.

“Y’know what? Fine. I don’t need this. Your perfect robotic sales assistant here was dumb enough to take off her shoes and then walked out onto a wet floor. She short-circuited herself. She set off the sprinklers too. But no, I’m betting you don’t want to hear that.”

Helen went to walk off, but then pointed at the still smouldering shapely blonde lying face down on the counter, adding,

“Hey - if you manage to get your pretty robo-toys working again you might want to add a no smoking clause to their contracts.”

With that she walked off to the staff room and got her coat. The rest of the staff - well, those who were still able - left with her.

The End

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The Magi and the Harem

2016-09-23T19:26:26Z

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''Author's Note: There is a character in this story with a strong accent, written semi-phonetically. This is not intended to offend anyone (like the concept of a Harem isn't offensive enough!) Knowing almost nothing about middle-eastern culture, I have written this story educated only by 1960's Sinbad films. Also I hope you can decipher what the hell the character is supposed to be saying.''
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The morning was clear the visitors to the kingdom arrived. From high up in a palace window Helena watched as the risen sun steadily warmed the city spread out below her. Presently in the distance, far out over the northern city wall, Helena noticed a cloud of dust rising up from the road and shimmering in the emerging heat of the day. She ran to tell the others.

By mid morning the welcoming party was assembled in the Sultan's court. Diplomats, Advisors, Generals and The Elite Guard, as well as the Sultan's Harem - amongst whom Helena stood - all struggling to appear completely at ease. Even the Sultan, despite his regal facade as he sat upon the throne, could not help but betray some glimmer of increasing impatience.

Presently a blast of trumpets was heard from outside the great hall and a pair of soldiers darted from their positions flanking the court's great gates and pulled the heavy wooden doors open to reveal a group of decoratively dressed, momentarily anxious looking men. Their forerunner smiled generously and bowed his head as he moved through the great doorway. His companions followed - a half dozen similarly dressed men and perhaps two dozen soldiers, bearing between them many solid wooden chests, pieces of ornately carved furniture and a long, narrow, brightly painted cabinet about the width and length of a burial casket. The entourage advanced purposefully toward the steps below the throne, then their leader spread his hands and bowed low.

"Greetings, oh Sultan Malhat, from My Lord and Master, Emperor Potanthet." the prostrate ambassador intoned richly, "My Master sends good tidings and prayers for a life both long and abundant."

The Sultan nodded graciously.

"Likewise, good tidings be unto Your Master and all His servants."

The visitor pressed his hands to his chest earnestly as he remained bowed.

"This humble servant is Al'Kasha, Chief Courtier to Emperor Potanthet, Treasurer of The Holy Riches and Keeper of The Forgotten Things. May you know Him simply as The Magi."

"Arise Magi, you are among equals." the Sultan commanded. The Magi arose and gestured broadly again, his hands sweeping out to his sides.

"As evidence of My Master's benevolence, I am sent bearing gifts." he began, and on cue the soldiers moved forward, still weighed down with their burdens. In turn, each chest was opened and the Sultan was presented with golden urns, jewels and priceless artifacts. The Sultan nodded appreciatively and The Magi enlightened him as to the significance of each piece as it was paraded before him. The furniture was then presented and again The Magi intoned in time, praising the unsurpassed skills of the artisans until finally the garishly decorated cabinet remained solely un-presented. Four soldiers brought the casket forward and placed it on one end beside The Magi, so that it stood taller even than he.

"And finally, the most valuable gift My Master could offer. The gift of eternal youth." The Magi nodded at the soldiers and a pair of them pulled feverishly at the front panel of the cabinet. Presently it came away in their grasp and, as they moved it aside, Helena and the rest of the court were intrigued to see within the cabinet an extremely attractive woman. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene as if in a deep slumber, yet somehow her shapely legs kept her body upright within the padded cabinet.A soldier handed The Magi a small suede pouch, then he and the other soldiers rejoined the ranks gathered behind the ambassador. The Sultan and indeed the whole court looked on curiously.

The breathtakingly beautiful woman had olive skin and jet-black hair - the long shining locks arranged decoratively over her head in a form not unlike that of an opening flower. Amongst the delicately arranged tresses, her head was surmounted by a tall silver shining tiara, adorned with a single glittering sapphire and decorated - strangely, it seemed to Helena - with two sets of four downward strokes - slitted holes cut away from the surface of the silver head-dress, to either side of the central shimmering stone. Though her eyes remained closed, Helena could see that they had been flawlessly prepared. The lashes were long and dark, a mauve tint spread over the eyelids up to serenely arched brows. The lower portion of her face was obscured slightly under a thin veil, though Helena could make out a fine narrow nose, steeply angled cheekbones and full, generous lips. At her neck a solid silver necklace or collar, likewise adorned with another glistening azure stone. The woman's bosom was covered only in a thin veil which seemed held in place by only a fine silver chain that looped from the upper corners of the thin fabric, around the back of the woman's slender neck. Though slightly obscured, Helena could see that the woman's bust was full and firm; rivaling even the hewn statues she had seen in the Harem. Below this rather enviable bust, a flat abdomen and narrow waist led down to broadly curved hips, covered in another veil of shimmering fabric. Within the veil, Helena could see that the woman's chastity seemed protected by an extremely slight silver belt - though it hardly warranted such a name, having been crafted so finely. The scant silver undergarment scarcely concealed the woman's most private place but was decorated with yet another sapphire, glistening less brightly than the others from beneath it's veil. The veil draped down to the woman's knees where those long shapely legs exposed themselves completely. The woman's slender hands were poised delicately at her sides, the wrists clasped in wide bands of tightly fitting silver. Finally, Helena noticed the woman's feet were also clad in silver - fine toeless slippers with slightly raised heels.

"Behold!" The Magi exclaimed, "Saphira!"

The ambassador bowed low once again, his hands raised up over his prostrate head, holding aloft the suede pouch. The Sultan's countenance darkened somewhat as he surveyed both the idle woman and the prostrate ambassador. Shortly he rose slowly from his throne and descended the steps to the court floor. He gingerly received the pouch offered to him and The Magi stood upright once more, smiling benevolently. A solid silver key was withdrawn from the small purse and the Sultan examined it, his expression wavering darkly almost to suspicion. The key was almost as wide as his hand though no longer than a finger. It was comprised of a short narrow shaft and a pair of circular wings at the one end, the other end of the shaft widening to perhaps the width of the Sultans thumb, though with eight quite distinct sides. The Sultan surveyed the piece for some time, his face still clouded in consternation. Presently The Magi cleared his throat politely and offered his hand in assistance.

"Your Eminence, if you would allow this humble servant to demonstrate...." he suggested. The Sultan hesitated for a moment then relinquished the key. The Magi moved quickly to the immobile woman. He clasped the octagonal end of the key over the azure stone set in the woman's collar and turned the piece slowly clockwise. As he did so there came a gentle clicking sound, as of a finely crafted time-piece being wound. The woman failed even to appear to notice, remaining in her oblivious serene slumber. As The Magi gave the key at her neck several more turns, the sound seemed to become more increasingly pronounced and resistant. Eventually he retreated from the woman once more and, with a sweeping gesture indicating the key protruding there from her silver necklace, bowed his head to the Sultan yet again. The Sultan's bewilderment lay completely unmasked as he stood looking the woman up and down.

"Your Eminence, yours is the honour of removing the key." The Magi prompted after a time. Without looking away from the motionless woman, The Sultan nodded stiffly, acknowledging The Magi and advanced cautiously, reaching out gingerly and then suddenly plucking the key back into his grasp. Immediately there came the sound of slowly spinning clockworks, increasing steadily in speed. Yet still the woman remained motionless. The jewel to which the key had been fastened seemed to begin to sparkle faintly from within as the sounds of delicate machinery simultaneously sped and softened to a barely discernable whirring. Suddenly there came a brief crackling, as of the stirred embers of a cooling fire and finally the woman's heavy eyelashes parted slightly. Cool, shimmering azure irises rose to meet the Sultan's own eyes as the woman's head rose slightly and turned smoothly toward him. Her poised hands swung into motion and her hips swayed as she stepped elegantly down out of the cabinet. As the toe of her silver slipper met the stones of the court it chimed brightly and for a moment she seemed to pause, then the silvery melodious tone was followed shortly by another as her other foot likewise descended. Then within the veil at her face, those generous lips parted.

"Hi leave chew sarve my Mahstare." the woman breathed, an alluringly thick foreign timbre in her voice immediately apparent. That steady blue gaze never shifted from the Sultan as she slowly approached, hands and hips swaying, silver shoes chiming with each step. Though her movements were poised and precise, there seemed something strangely mechanical about the way the striking woman paused between each step. Finally she stopped before him and that icy azure gaze was downcast to the floor, her head bowed slightly.

"Hi jyam jyewer ombel zarvand." Though the angelic, enchanting voice was heavy with breath, the veil at those moving lips remained strangely still. The Sultan just looked on, dumbfounded, as the faint sounds of steadily whirring clockworks continued, still just barely audible in the near silence of the court. His expression no less troubled, he looked eventually to The Magi once more.

"She is......" the Sultan began, but seemed at a loss to continue. The Magi bowed his head slowly in confirmation.

"Conceived and constructed by the finest craftsmen in my Master's kingdom." he explained. The Sultan looked back to the woman then to the key in his grasp, then he addressed The Magi once more.

"Surely there is some form of trickery involved here." he insisted. The Magi smiled graciously.

"With deepest respect Your Eminence, indeed there is no deception. " he affirmed, "If His Eminence would but instruct Saphira to turn away from him, I will disprove his most honourable suspicions."

The Sultan's dumbfounded expression remained unmoved. The Magi smiled diplomatically and continued.

"Saphira lives by your command alone Your Eminence. If you would kindly request that she turn her back to us, I may demonstrate the manner of her living."

The Sultan frowned uneasily, but then turned to the once more idle woman.

"Saphira. Turn away from me." he commanded firmly, as if for the whole court to obey. Immediately the woman's head bowed still lower.

"Hi jhear han hobey." she breathed, then she turned smoothly, revealing her flawless, bare back to both the Sultan and The Magi. The Magi nodded his thanks to the Sultan then reached out toward the woman, one hand reaching up to the back of her silver collar, the other down to the rear of her scant shining undergarment, both hands pressing at clasps there which sat almost flush with her silver adornments. There came a distinct click and suddenly a narrow seam appeared down the length of the woman's naked back. The Sultan, and the whole court besides, gasped in alarm as The Magi grasped either edge of this gap and pulled open the woman's back as like a pair of hinged doors. Within, there lay a network of spinning cogs, fine ratchets and silver springs, all whirring and clicking busily. The Sultan stared wildly, his mouth opening and closing several times as alarm spread across the court and then gradually faded to murmurs of astonished disbelief.

"This is a powerful magic your craftsmen have mastered." he muttered eventually, still glancing feverishly here and there at the plethora of spinning mechanisms.

"With respect, it is neither magic, nor deception. If His Eminence will look here, he will see the secret to Saphira's living." All but concealed amidst the mechanical ballet surrounding it, The Magi was indicating a solid looking iron box, set deeply within the mechanical woman. The box featured on its outward face several small round pieces of coloured glass, which flickered brightly in steady continuing succession. Out from the top of this box, arranged carefully amongst the spinning clockworks, there led what appeared to be several ropes. Though the darkly woven pattern of the ropes was extremely fine, they seemed unnecessarily broad, suggesting to the Sultan that perhaps the cords were hollow, or perhaps filled with some substance of magical origin. The Magi continued as, with his eyes, the Sultan tracked each cord as far as he could amongst the busy clockworks.

"From here Saphira is given her movement. I am told it is a forgotten science from the Old Age known as Eltrenics. I am told the clockworks provide the force by which the Eltrenics are allowed to course throughout the body." The Magi concluded with a flourishing gesture. The Sultan seemed still lost in another world, then appeared to notice that The Magi had concluded his explanation.

"A forgotten science? You say it is known as El....?" the Sultan pressed.

"Eltrenics, Your Eminence." The Magi repeated and he leaned forward and returned the panels of the woman's back to their closed position where they locked with another distinct click, the seam all but invisible.

"Turn toward me, Saphira." the Sultan ordered gently.

"Jyewer weesh his my coahman, Mahstare." the woman immediately replied, turning back toward the Sultan smoothly, her gaze still cast down at the floor.

"Look up at me, beautiful one." the Sultan commanded softly.

"Jyass Mahstare." The woman's glistening jewel-like eyes met the Sultan's again and he smiled as he examined her once more. Yet suddenly he frowned, having noticed in the shade of her veil a tiny dark blemish on her right cheek.

"And yet here a subtle flaw." he pointed out curiously, gesturing toward the small mark, "Why tarnish a face so otherwise flawless?"

The Magi smiled as if repressing a laugh.

"If Your Eminence will excuse the craftsmens' superstitions..." he began, "Though crafted in the light of re-emerging sciences, they believe their creation so utterly flawless that they fear the Gods themselves might think one of their own has been cast down to Earth, and thusly fetch her back up to the heavens. Saphira was marked in such a way to prevent the Gods making so understandable an error."

The Sultan nodded.

"It is true. Never have I seen one so fair." he agreed, continuing with a chuckle, "I am tempted to think similarly, mark or no."

Something else seemed to take the Sultan's attention. He gestured up to the woman's silver head-dress.

"And here, what meaning is there to these marks?" he demanded, indicating the dark slitted holes in the surface of the decoration. For a moment The Magi seemed uncharacteristically lost for words and he cleared his throat hesitantly. Presently he smiled.

"I have been told that Saphira has a great deal of warmth within her and these decorations allow her to share that warmth with everyone she meets." he explained smoothly. The Sultan considered this for a few moments and then laughed heartily.

"Poetically told indeed!" he chuckled, "but I understand your meaning." He turned back to the serenely waiting woman and seemed about to speak to her, but then was lost once again in his thoughts as he gazed into those glistening blue eyes. Shortly, the Sultan turned suddenly to the Magi.

"I must let it be known that I approve of the gifts your Master has presented and invite you and your associates to feast with me now. Later we will discuss the purpose of your visit."

The Magi bowed slowly still yet again.

"And Saphira?" he inquired, gesturing toward the immobile woman. The Sultan frowned, looking her over again.

"She will be taken to my chambers. I am intrigued to speak with her in private, and to ascertain if she is so sound of character as to be welcomed into the Royal Harem." The Sultan looked away for a moment and clicked his fingers twice. An advisor approached briskly. Then the Sultan addressed the passive woman, "Saphira, this is Fal-Halosh. You will accompany him to my chambers and wait for me there."

"Hi leave chew sarve my Mahstare." the stunning woman intoned huskily. The Sultan passed the silver key and pouch to the advisor and nodded that he should proceed as directed. Fal-Halosh gestured to Saphira for her to follow him.

"Ma'am" he murmured. That icy gaze swung to meet his own eyes and he hesitated for a moment, before striding off in the direction of the main doors. The curvaceous mechanised woman turned smoothly and followed him, pausing once again with each poised step, her shoes chiming brightly, her hands swaying at her sides like hypnotised serpents. As she proceeded slowly across the court, her head turned slightly from side to side in time with her steps, her expression utterly content as if acknowledging the admiration of those watching. Indeed, the whole court was silent, seemingly captivated with the woman's serene, elegant motion. To Helena she seemed to take an eternity to cross the hall, Fal-Halosh waiting patiently at the gate. The Sultan watched her depart, likewise enthralled in the flawless ballet of her motion, then - only once the curvaceous chiming creation was completely out of view- did he address the court, calling for the banquet to begin......

-----

"Why me?" Helena protested, though somewhat meekly, doubting her words would count for much.

"Because you are the youngest." Balhalm insisted, "Now go up there and invite her to meet us. She must be made to feel welcome among us."

Helena bowed under the stern gaze of Balhalm and all the others.

"As you wish." she sighed, and she turned and set off for the Sultan's chambers......

There was no reply to Helena's tentative knock. Presently, and against her better judgment, she tried the door. The handle swung freely and the door opened inward, revealing a lavishly decorated chamber within. Helena called out, but still received no reply. She stepped gingerly through the doorway and immediately noticed Saphira standing off to her left, with that flawless bare back toward her. She approached briskly and bowed her head.

"Most gracious Saphira, I am sent to welcome you on behalf of the Sultan's Harem. We wish to invite you to meet those with whom you will be serving." Helena explained hurriedly. She waited, but still no reply came. Shortly she raised her head. The mechanical woman was utterly motionless, still standing with her back to Helena.

"Saphira?" Helena murmured nervously. She reached out and touched her gently on the shoulder. The immobile woman remained silent. Helena moved around to the front of the stunning woman and found that her eyes were closed, her expression serene as if once again in a deep slumber. Helena glanced at the glistening jewel in the woman's collar noticing that the key was absent and then looked about the room. Almost immediately she spied the suede pouch, laid on a nearby table, and went to it. She retrieved the key from within and returned to the immobile woman, key in her somewhat quivering grasp. She clasped the key over the azure stone as she had seen The Magi demonstrate and twisted it clockwise slowly. As she turned the key, there came a delicate clicking sound - and again, as she turned the silver key several more times. Then she removed it from over the stone. Delicate rasping sounds emanated from within the motionless woman. Slowly they sped and faded to a gentle whirring sound. Helena noticed the sapphire at the woman's silver collar begin to glow with a shimmering, flickering light, then there came a faint crackle from within the woman's curvaceous torso. Her eyes opened smoothly and those icy irises regarded Helena aloofly before the lips parted and she spoke.

"Hi leave chew sarve my Mahstare."

Helena bowed again.

"Most gracious Saphira, I am sent to welcome you on behalf of the Sultan's Harem. We wish to invite you to meet those with whom you will be serving."

"Hi halon can plays my Mahstare." the faintly whirring woman replied immediately. Helena looked up again into those shimmering blue eyes.

"But surely you wish to meet those with whom you will be serving...." she pressed.

"Hi halon can plays my Mahstare." the striking woman repeated coldly. Helena frowned. The divinely conceived woman just stared steadily back at her through long, heavy lashes.

"You mean to say that......But......." Helena was dumbfounded, "How could but one woman keep the Sultan happy?" she managed finally.

"Joonod my hies sheemar has shewels hin the zon? Hjis nod my boozahm fool han farm? Joo hi nod leave chew sarve my Mahstare? Hjis nod my boady parfec hin hevry whay?"

"But you are still but one woman." Helena reiterated, "We must all serve the Sultan together."

"Hi jyam parfec. Jyew har nod. Jyew can honly brang sorrow chew my Mahstare. Theez hi cannod hallow." Saphira explained. Helena's brown eyes widened.

"But we are his Harem. Chosen to serve him." she insisted.

"Jyew whill hall bhe hreplazed." the serenely staring woman replied.

"Replaced? With whom?" Helena asked, but prior even to receiving a reply, the grim answer occurred to her and her bewildered expression sank steadily to shock.

"Mhy seeztars whill com. Whee whall sarve hour Mahstare. Whee halon can plays hjeem." the mechanical woman confirmed.

Suddenly out in the hall Helena heard approaching footsteps and recognised the voice of the Sultan. Saphira too seemed to notice this and turned smoothly as, in a panic, Helena reached out to replace the key over the jewel in the mechanical woman's collar.

"Hi leave chew sarve my Mah...." Saphira began, but as she finished her sentence, the key clicked into place. Immediately the gentle whirring within her clattered and clicked, slowing down rapidly. Her breathy sultry voice seemed suddenly inhuman, stopping and starting mechanically and as the slowing mechanical clamour within her ground quickly to a halt, her voice faded. Her eyelids closed slowly and she stood motionless once again, her mouth hanging slightly open. Helena reached out quickly to push the jaw closed and it yielded, though only with some force and in several ratcheted steps. She then darted toward a nearby ornately carved wardrobe and hid within, pulling the door closed after her.

Almost immediately, the Magi appeared through the still open door to the chamber.

"And here she waits for you, as instructed." the Magi explained, gesturing and bowing generously once more as the Sultan swept into the room accompanied by a pair of elite guards and his chief advisors. Helena found she could see out into the room through the many tiny holes in the carved door. The Magi moved up to the inanimate mechanical woman and gave the key clasped at her collar a generous turn. Helena could faintly hear that familiar delicate clicking as he did so. Then in a typically lavish gesture, he plucked away the key and bowed. From within the wardrobe, Helena could only just make out the steady whirring she had heard just a few moments earlier, then it faded. A moment later there came the crackling sound from within the mechanical woman and Saphira's eyes opened once more and focused longingly on the Sultan.

"Hi Leave chew sarve my Mahstare." she breathed. The Sultan smiled.

"Saphira, I wish to ask you some questions to ascertain if you are fit to be welcomed formally into the Royal Harem." he began, but was then interrupted by the attractive woman.

"Hi halon can plays jyou Mahstare." the woman replied in a purling breath, her cerulean gaze still fixed steadily on him. The Sultan frowned andlooked to The Magi for explanation. The Magi smiled uncomfortably.

"As His Eminence will no doubt come to know, Saphira is so supremely confident of her ability to pleasure her Master, she believes that were He then to accept the crude pleasures of a lesser woman, they would be as burning hot coals to His lips. She wishes simply for Him to be eternally happy, and to have Him experience such bitterness would cause her great grief. With deepest respect, it is this conviction that causes her to desire to serve Him solely."

The Sultan pondered this and nodded slowly, a wry smile spreading at his lips.

"Indeed you are well called to the office of diplomacy, Magi. But is it not true that what one woman lacks yet it will appear in another?"

The Sultan's advisors nodded appreciatively as The Magi bowed his head.

"It has indeed been said, but with deepest respect, I speak as one who has seen proofs of heaven. My Master, Emperor Potanthet but three years ago was first pleasured by a woman such as the lovely Saphira here, and today His entire harem consists of such exquisite creations."

Wide eyed, the Sultan once more surveyed the motionless woman.

"His entire harem, you say?"

The Magi nodded again and smiled, spreading his hands.

"The melodious chimes of their feet and the soothing sounds of their most delicate movements are a constant blessing to his soul. He never wants for affection and confidence, and has yet to find nuisance or displeasure among them, as so often he did before."

"Yet if each woman wants to serve her Master solely, how then can there be peace between them?" the Sultan inquired.

"With respect, as I have said, my Master's entire harem consists of such beacons of perfection, each as beautiful and capable as the next. Therefore there is not a lesser woman among them and they are each content to allow all to serve and pleasure their Master."

The Magi seemed to notice how captivated the Sultan seemed with Saphira, and added, with a wry smile, "Do you not deserve a demonstration your eminence?"

The Sultan seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded solemnly, still surveying the shapely mechanical woman standing before him. Immediately she stepped toward him, hips and hands swaying elegantly, that soft, busy whirring continuing from within. As she approached, her left hand rose smoothly to the side of her face and unclasped the small chain holding the thin veil at her lips. Then both hands rose up to the Sultan's own face and caressed him, drawing his face down toward her own where their lips finally met. The Magi smiled as the kiss lingered. Shortly the Sultan's hands began gently caressing the mechanical woman's back and while the Sultan's advisors began to look increasingly uncomfortable, the Magi continued.

"And I am instructed to inform you that my Master offers the skills of His craftsmen to allow His new ally to share in such joys of heaven." the Magi explained, hovering now at the Sultan's right ear as the increasingly impassioned embrace continued still. Helena felt suddenly tempted to warn the Sultan of some impending danger, but what that danger was she was not sure, and her better judgment prevented her. The Magi was continuing still.

"And all my Master asks in return is one member of your Harem per exquisite, flawless creation. And after all, what use will your Harem be to you once you have tasted of fruit so ripe and sweet as those Saphira and her kind will provide for you?"

With that the embrace ended, and the Sultan was almost gasping for breath. Saphira took a single step backwards as she reattached the veil to the clasp over her ear. The Sultan nodded somewhat stiffly, as if still lost in a daydream.

"Yes. You are quite right. She is......flawless." he murmured. Slowly he caught his breath, his gaze never shifting from the penetrating icy eyes staring passively back at him. Shortly he nodded once again and looked to the Magi.

"Make the appropriate preparations. I accept your Master's most gracious offer."

The Sultan's advisors went to protest, but the Sultan raised a hand and they fell silent. He glanced once more toward the still steadily staring Saphira, smiled somewhat uneasily, and then retreated from the chamber, followed by his entourage.

"As you wish, your Eminence." The Magi called after him. After a moment he nodded to himself then turned to the still passively waiting woman.

"Excellent. You have performed well, oh perfect princess. Soon the Sultan's entire Harem will be in my Master's possession."

From within her hiding place, Helena restrained a gasp as The Magi reattached the large silver key to the jewel at the mechanical woman's collar. There came once again the clamorous mechanised clatter of slowing ratchets and then Saphira's eyes closed smoothly. The Magi looked her immobile body up and down appreciatively for a few moments, then swept out of the room. A few moments later Helena burst out of the wardrobe, scampered past the inanimate curvaceous creation and fled.

-----

"Replaced? But with whom?" Balhalm demanded, her voice echoing in the ornate marble halls of the Harem. The others were trying to calm Helena, who herself was gasping for air.

"With more of her kind!" she managed finally, "We are to be given in payment for others like her!"

As one, the Harem gasped incredulously.

"This is outrageous!"

"But WE are the Sultan's Harem."

"Why would the Sultan betray us so?!"

Collecting herself, Helena spoke up once more.

"It was Saphira. She kissed him...."

"Well then, a single kiss from any of us would win him back." Balhalm insisted.

"But the Magi said that after tasting the pleasures of Saphira we would seem as but burning coals to our Master's lips." Helena explained desperately.

"Hah! I'd like to see that clockwork contraption......" Balhalm hesitated, glancing around the group briefly, then indicated a dark-haired woman, seated on a cushion to her left.

".....massage away our Master's worries as well as Ji-olla here...." Balhalm continued, and indicated a tall blond woman, "...or dance as well as Cathina.."

"Or tell stories as well as Diashell!" Cathina lauded eagerly.

"Any of us are a match for her. It is this 'Magi' who is the burning coal. He has filled our Master with hot-headed foolishness, and it is up to us to free him of it...."

There was a pause as Balhalm fell silent, her eyes squinting, deep in thought. Then she smiled wryly and nodded to herself.

"What is it you have planned?" Ji-olla asked curiously, and with some obvious trepidation. Balhalm glanced around at the group once again.

"I will go to our Master and request an opportunity to prove our skills." she explained evasively, apparently still constructing the plan fully. She fell silent once again for a moment, then turned and headed in the direction of the Sultan's chambers, saying only....

"I will return soon...."

...leaving the others to wonder what was in store for them all.

-----

It was almost an hour later when finally Balhalm returned, smiling triumphantly. The others gathered around her once again.

"It is agreed. There is to be a special audience this evening where we will demonstrate our skills and persuade our gracious Sultan to see the error of his decision."

"But what of The Magi? Will he not be angered when he hears of such dealings?" Cathina suggested.

"To the contrary, he was present at my meeting with the Sultan - the silver-clad mechanical one too - and agreed to the contest."

"Contest?" Helena gasped. Balhalm nodded graciously.

"We will entertain the Sultan in any skill we choose, then The Magi's clockwork companion will perform likewise and after three such tests, the Sultan will choose his preference and make his final decision. All we need now do is choose how the Sultan is to be entertained...."

Cathina stepped forward.

"I will dance for him. I shall dance as fast as lightning. The clattering contraption will dance herself into pieces should she try and better me!"

The others agreed. Diashall spoke up next.

"And I feel a tale of trust and betrayal taking shape as yet we speak. What does such a mechanical maid know of human character?"

There was an awkward silence as collectively the group's attention swung to Ji-olla who was still sitting silently.

"Well, I...." she began awkwardly, under the increasingly expectant gaze of all around her, ".....If everyone so desires, I will soothe him with oils and massage...."

A small cheer went up and the women began to talk amongst themselves, offering advice to the three duly elected representatives. Shortly Balhalm clapped, to silence the excited throng and addressed the Harem's chosen trio.

"Very well, it is decided. Now I suggest the three of you spend some time honing your skills in preparation for his evening."

The group broke up quickly, several women accompanying each of their representatives to offer any further assistance. Helena and a few others remained with Balhalm.

"Do you really think we will win back the Sultan?" Helena asked uneasily. Balhalm sighed as she watched the others begin their preparations for that evening.

"We shall see.....We shall see....." she murmured as if only to herself.

-----

In addition to the silvery light of the moon flooding into the arched hall, the Sultan's private audience chamber was lit here and there by oil lamps and candles, suspended on chains at its perimeter. The Sultan himself was lying amongst a set of large cushions positioned at the far end of the hall. To his left and right, standing patiently, a pair of his elite guard, and his advisors.

Helena and the others of the Harem had assembled before him, where the floor of the chamber was lowered, and were now waiting in increasingly awkward silence to one side. Presently, Helena thought she heard a familiar chiming sound. Indeed, a moment later the faint sound rang again....and again, louder and clearer with each step. After several more silvery chimes, the shapely figure of Saphira appeared at the shadowy open doorway to the Sultan's chamber, the silvery-golden light of the moon and lamps reflected here and there on her shining silver adornments. At her side, the still decoratively dressed Magi, his expression, as always, utterly self-satisfied. Likewise, Saphira's serene expression regarded them all aloofly as she approached methodically - the hands and hips swaying with poised precision, the head swinging slightly to the left and right in synchronicity with each chiming step.

Eventually the mechanical woman came to rest before the Sultan and her head bowed slightly.

"Hi leave chew sarve hmy Mahstare." said that breathy voice, the moving lips barely visible behind their veil. Helena noticed that the Sultan seemed once again utterly enthralled with the raven-haired maiden, his face surveying her as if caught in a trance. There was near silence for a few moments, during which Helena became aware once more of Saphira's faintly whirring innards. The Sultan alone seemed content to wait, still staring down at Saphira with a dreamy, appreciative smile on his face. Eventually it was Balhalm who cleared her throat and stirred him from his thoughts.

"Ah, yes. Balhalm." the Sultan began, somewhat startled, "I believe the evening's proceedings are of your conception. How would you have us begin?"

Balhalm stepped forward.

"With respect my lord, I believe you have been deceived into believing this man-made woman would be of more service to you than we of flesh and blood. As we discussed earlier this day, I request that you behold how sweetly your Harem is able to serve you, and compare our skills with the trinket whom some would have replace us." With this last remark, Balhalm cast a disdainful glance in the Magi's direction.

"Very well, proceed." the Sultan intoned, and Balhalm continued, introducing the Harem's first representative.

-----

Little over an hour later, it seemed to Helena that things were progressing less than favourably. Ji-olla had first comforted the Sultan with fragrant oils and massage, to his seeming pleasure. But then Saphira had likewise comforted him, though as she proceeded she spoke in breathy tones of her own beauty and how she lived to serve him alone. It was Balhalm who interrupted when finally Saphira asked...

"Han now..Shyall hi hundrez far jyew?"

The Sultan had seemed less than impressed with Balhalm's interruption, though agreed somewhat reluctantly that the next representative should beintroduced.

Cathina then danced for the Sultan, and as promised, it was both an elegant and powerfully athletic display. As Cathina danced the Sultan looked on appreciatively, and when the display drew to a close he had clapped excitedly. Cathina bowed, maintaining her elegant poise despite her shortness of breath. Then Saphira had moved forward once again. In contrast to Cathina's balletic energy, the mechanical woman moved with subtle precision, her movements accented by the chiming of her slippers on the stones, and of the silver bands at her wrists against each other. As she danced, she moved forward and ascended the steps toward the Sultan, until finally she stood before him and asked,

"Han now..Shyall hi hundrez far jyew?"

Once again, Balhalm was forced to interrupt proceedings, to the Sultan's apparent displeasure. He reluctantly instructed Saphira to return to the Magi's side.

Next - and finally - it was the turn of Diashall. Balhalm had introduced her as bringing the pleasures of reflection and philosophy to the Sultan. Diashall told the story of a king who, having been concerned at the risk of thieves stealing the royal riches, had taken the advice of a malevolent aide. The aide suggested placing the riches in plain earthenware urns about the palace, and to weigh down the decorative storage urns intended for the royal riches with dirt. The King agreed. Years later the King's daughter was kidnapped and the bandits demanded ransom. The King could only agree to the demands and instructed his aide that a portion of the royal riches should be gathered to accompany him to the agreed point of exchange. The following day, as the King prepared to depart, he saw the decorative storage urns being loaded onto wagons and called for his aide, asking if the urns - though beautiful on the outside - were those filled with worthless dirt. The aide seemed shocked by the King's suggestion and insisted that such finely decorated vessels must surely contain the riches the bandits demanded. Overcome with worry, and pressed for time, the King agreed. After all, they were indeed beautiful vessels. So, the King departed, leaving his aide in command of the palace. It was with great woe however, that the King discovered the vessels he had brought in exchange for his daughter's life were indeed filled with worthless soil. The bandits, outraged that they should be tricked so, slew his daughter there before him and fled once again to the hills, and when the King returned to his capital city, he found no sign of the aide to which the city had been entrusted, nor of the earthenware urns in which he now knew the royal riches had truly been placed. At the completion of Diashall's tale, the Sultan had smiled and nodded knowingly, suggesting he understood Diashall's message to him - That which seems beautiful on the outside might in fact be worthless within, and what is of true value may in fact lie within those! things we see every day. Diashall suggested he take heed before making his final decision that evening.

Then finally, it was the turn of Saphira. Having been instructed to provoke reflection and thought in the Sultan, the mechanical woman stepped smoothly forward once again. The dark-haired woman asked that the Sultan reflect on her beauty and how she lived only to serve him. Once again the Sultan seemed enraptured in the smooth, breathy tone of her voice, and in the poise of her movements. It was the Sultan's complete captivation that now had Helena somewhat concerned.

"Joo nod my hies gleetar has shewels hin the zon?" the mechanical woman asked. The Sultan nodded.

"Indeed they do, oh beautiful one."

Helena heard Balhalm whisper to Cathina...

"See how she tempts him still?"

Cathina nodded, looking on with distain.

"Shoo not hhhmy hhhhies sheeeeemar?" she mimicked in a hoarse whisper, the veil hanging at her face flicking up with each breathy word. Helena frowned and looked to Saphira again. The mechanical woman was once again ascending the steps toward the Sultan, her hips swaying alluringly.

"His nod my boozahm fool han farm?" she breathed longingly, her silver slipper chiming brightly on yet another step as she drew still closer to the Sultan. The Sultan's eyes wandered over her shapely form and he nodded again.

"Indeed it is."

"We are lost." Diashall whispered in Helena's ear. But Helena shook her head slowly, surveying the elegantly moving mechanised woman.

"No, not yet. I have an idea."

She moved stealthily through the group to Balhalm's side and addressed her softly.

"Gracious Balhalm, all is not lost. If our Sultan would grant us but one more trial, I have conceived a test in which I am certain we will prove superior."

Balhalm spoke without taking her eyes off the proceedings before her.

"What is this test?" she whispered desperately.

"I need but two lit candles." Helena explained. For a moment Balhalm's brow furrowed a little. Helena continued.

"And all other lights in the chamber extinguished."

"Hi leave chew sarve honly jyew." came that breathy voice, as Saphira ascended the final step to where the Sultan lay, "Han now, shyall hi hundrez far jyew?"

As the Sultan was about to reply, Balhalm gave a quick surreptitious nod to Helena and stepped forward yet again.

"Gracious Sultan, your Harem would make but one more attempt to win back your affections." she demanded. The Sultan seemed reluctant even to acknowledge her, still all but enraptured in the shapely silver-clad woman before him. Balhalm turned quickly back to Helena.

"Gather what you need quickly." she instructed. Helena nodded and ran off to one side of the chamber, where a pair of candles hung suspended a few feet from the floor.

"Gracious Sultan, will you permit us one more chance to prove our worth?" Balhalm insisted strongly.

The Sultan frowned and glanced away from the elegantly poised Saphira. He sighed.

"Very well. Saphira return to the Magi's side." the Sultan commanded once more.

"Hi jhear han hobey." the olive-skinned woman intoned and she turned smoothly and made her way back down the steps, the delicate chiming of her slippers ringing out across the hall. By this time Helena had returned to Balhalm's side, a flickering candle held in each hand. Balhalm continued.

"We would ask that all lamps and candles, save these two be extinguished." she requested. The Sultan frowned quizzically, but after a moment sighed resolutely, clapped twice and ordered for it to be as Balhalm instructed. A pair of guards circled the chamber quickly, extinguishing the lamps and candles as they went. The chamber darkened, lit only by the full moon which hung low over the city outside and faintly also by the candles in Helena's grasp.

"Very well. All is as you wish." the Sultan prompted. Balhalm nodded graciously and turned to Helena, whispering hoarsely,

"Our fate is in your hands, little one. Please do not fail us."

Helena stepped forward and bowed her head.

"Oh Gracious Sultan, have you not always spoke in wonder of the light of the moon?"

The Sultan, and everyone besides frowned curiously, in consternation at where Helena's line of questioning would take her. The Sultan nodded slowly.

"Indeed I have." he conceded.

"And have you not oft remarked that how on warm summer nights, you like nothing more than to be bathed in it's silver light and it's light alone?"

The Sultan considered this for a few moments, then nodded again.

"Indeed, yet I have."

"Then on such a warm summer night, let me bestow upon you this tiniest of pleasures." Helena offered, and with that she put one candle behind her back and the other near her mouth, extinguishing it in a single puff of breath. Helena smiled and the Sultan's frown deepened.

"Thank you my little one." he praised, somewhat hesitantly.

"Now would not Saphira wish to offer you the same tiny pleasure?" Helena suggested, holding out the still ignited candle toward the immobile mechanical woman. The Sultan nodded and addressed her.

"Very well. Saphira, blow out this candle, that I might be illuminated by the light of the moon alone." the Sultan instructed. Immediately the woman's head bowed slightly.

"Jyewer weesh his my coahman, Mahstare." came that husky recitation, and the woman turned smoothly toward Helena, those icy blue eyes firmly set upon her as she approached. Helena bowed slightly as she offered up the candle and the mechanical woman's left hand rose smoothly to take it delicately from her. Helena bowed still more and backed away as the dark-haired woman held the candle up to her face, it's golden light glistening off her head-dress, and in her shimmering eyes. Behind their veil her lips formed an 'o' shape and for a moment that is how the woman remained - utterly immobile. The veil at her lips failed even to flutter and the candle continued flickering. A moment later, the hand lowered delicately and the mechanical woman's gaze rose once again to the Sultan, her expression utterly content and self-satisfied.

"Han nyow, shyall hi hundrez far jyew?" she suggested. The Sultan frowned.

"And yet the candle is still burning..." he pointed out. Saphira hesitated for a moment then her head turned smoothly to look at the still flickering candle in her grasp. She seemed to survey it curiously for a time before her hand moved it closer to her face once more. Once again her lips formed an 'o' and she leaned forward slightly. There she froze, and Helena could faintly hear a busy whirring coming from inside the woman. As the woman remained motionless, the whirring became more pronounced and steadily slowed. Then suddenly the flickering candle lowered once again and her posture straightened, her confident icy gaze rising to meet the Sultan's yet again.

"Han nyow, shyall hi hundrez far jyew." she intoned smoothly. In addition to the soft, steady whirring coming from inside the woman, Helena thought she could now hear a faint though repetitive metallic squeaking.

"And yet still the candle remains alight...." the Sultan repeated.

Again the mechanical woman hesitated, then her head turned to the candle held daintily in her hand. Immediately the hand rose again to her face, her lips formed an 'o' and her body leaned a little toward the candle in her grasp. That steady whirring sounded again from within her and wound heavily. For some time the curvaceous creation remained motionless, the steely winding continuing with apparent deliberation. Then after a moment her posture straightened, the candle still undisturbed. Helena could now more distinctly hear that repetitive squeaking sound, as if something within the mechanical doll was askew somehow. The curvaceous construction smoothly turned her head to face the Sultan once again and the lips parted to speak, but he interrupted her.

"Yet still, the candle remains burning..." he repeated still more firmly, with some displeasure. The mechanical woman's mouth closed and her head turned yet again to the flickering candle in her grasp. It's golden light reflected in those azure eyes as the mechanical woman surveyed it curiously, then she leaned forward once more, the lips yet again poised as if to blow it out. That same mechanical grinding sounded, winding furiously this time, as the shapely woman remained posed utterly motionless. As she stood immobile, the mechanical doll began to emit a repetitive metallic clattering, softly at first, then more immediately apparent. Helena noticed an expression of concern on the face of the Magi. Suddenly the mechanical woman's posture straightened stiffly and her gaze shifted to the Sultan as the clattering and squeaking continued still inside her.

"Hi muz hobey hmy Mahstare." she breathed longingly. Her head turned stiffly back toward the candle, her mouth formed itself again into an 'o' shape and her head leaned forward slightly. For some time the furious mechanised grinding sounded from within the crookedly posed doll and the clattering and squeaking became gradually still more pronounced. Then suddenly there was a single sharp metallic bouncing sound, as of a coiled spring suddenly released. There came some faint tinkling sounds as the mechanical woman's posture straightened stiffly, and Helena realised the squeaking and clattering within her seemed suddenly to be speeding up. Helena also thought she noticed the jewel at the woman's collar glowing more brightly. The shapely automaton turned smoothly toward Helena and the other women of the Harem, her expression utterly serene.

"Hi jyam parfec." the shapely woman assured them all. She stepped forward, though to Helena the formerly flawless ballet of her motion seemed somewhat hurried and unbalanced. As the whirring and squeaking within her sped, there came still more tinkling sounds and amidst the metallic clattering, the occasional mechanical crunch. Her silver slippers rang brightly against the stones as she stepped stiffly forward, pausing ever more briefly between each step.

"Hi jyam bill chew hobey."

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There came yet another steely crunch and another coiled spring was released somewhere within her. The jewel at her neck glowed ever more brightly as that mechanical whirring sped still more. Helena thought she noticed smoke appearing from the slitted holes in the mechanical doll'ssilver head-dress as she continued toward them.

"My boady his parfec. Hi halon can plays hmy Mahstare." the faltering mechanised woman insisted, "Hi jyam parfec. Jyew har nod. Hi jyam ay roobod."

Still another mechanical crunch sounded, followed by the sudden release of another internal spring, and the far side of the hall was filled suddenly with flickering multi-coloured light. For the first time Saphira seemed to be smiling, though strangely with only one side of her mouth. Several shining silver springs and cogs clattered to the ground and when the mechanical doll spun around to face the far side of the hall, Helena realised the panels of her bare back had burst open, exposing the frantically whirring mechanisms within. The multi-coloured glass fittings set within her flashed in increasingly rapid succession as she headed back toward the Magi, silver shoes clanging as she walked, ratchets and cogs whirring and spinning ever more quickly within the exposed cavity of her back.

"Hi jyam parfec. Theez his himposable. Hi jyam parfec. Hi jyam jyewer roobod."

As she stepped quickly across the hall and the mechanised whirring and clattering increased in speed, sparks began to flash from the solid iron box nestled deeply amongst the spinning ratchets and cogs within her. Another metallic springing sounded and the jewel at her neck clattered to the ground. Thick smoke billowed up from her back and from her silver head-dress.

"Hi leave chew sarve. Leave chew sarve. Muz hobey."

The mechanically grinding woman walked stiffly past the Magi, much to his apparent alarm, and straight into the pillar of a nearby arch. She spun around again, the panels of her back bouncing closed and open as she marched ever more stiffly back across the hall, silver slippers clanging loudly, head swinging mechanically from side to side with each hurried step.

"Hi muz.....muz hobey. Hoverlod. Hoverlod."

The furious whirring and clattering continued as she lurched awkwardly forward, then with a final frenzy of sparks and several more metallic 'sproings', the shapely mechanised woman's unsteady forward motion ground to a halt near the centre of the hall. The frenetic whirring of ratchets and cogs slowed gradually, as that curvaceous torso tipped inexorably forward.

"H..h..hi hi j..j..jyam par par par f..f...fec.....fec....par.....par....parrrrrrr.......parrrrrrrrrrrrrr............."

That husky breath-heavy voice cut in and out unnaturally as the shapely doll leaned slowly forward at the waist, one panel of her bare back coming to rest mostly closed, the other lying fully open. Finally, the candle was released from the curvaceous machine's delicate grasp and extinguished itself as it fell. The court was utterly silent as the mechanical woman finally wound down, completely motionless, her silver adorned head and arms hanging limply down toward the ground. A pair of twisted springs protruded up from the open panel of her back and a thin trail of smoke spiraled into the air above the exposed cavity.

Presently the Sultan stood and stepped tentatively down to the court room floor. He circled the defunct mechanical woman, stopping at her head and reaching down with one hand toward her silver head-dress. He pulled her head upright gently, with a steely squeak. Those formerly serene azure eyes were wide and vacant. A puff of smoke appeared from her parted lips, flowing up through the thin veil still covering her mouth. Somewhat startled by the sight, the Sultan released the head-dress and the mechanical woman's head swung freely down to face her own legs once again.

He seemed to compose himself and nodded solemnly. Presently he turned to address the Magi.

"Magi, you will depart immediately. Tell your master there will be no exchange of Harems."

The Magi went to protest, but the Sultan continued.

"For that is, I suspect, the nature of your master's plan - to exchange his mechanical Harem for my own, yes? It is sad indeed that he had to learn the value of true life, only in it's absence."

The Magi smiled diplomatically and went to leave, but the Sultan spoke again.

"And take your broken-down perfect princess with you. She will not be needed here."

The Sultan then turned to address Helena.

"Indeed you have made me see the error of my ways, little one. For it is your breath of life that truly I would have lacked and desired."

Helena bowed and the Sultan exchanged glances with Balhalm, then he bowed low and spread his hands.

"My humblest apologies to you all. I pray you can all forgive me."

Balhalm bowed graciously, acknowledging the Sultan's apology.

"Guards! Escort the Magi, his entourage, and this ill-conceived contraption out of my palace." the Sultan suddenly boomed. A pair of his guards tentatively approached the crookedly posed mechanical woman. Presently one guard ducked down under the woman's torso and lifted her up, the lifeless doll draped stiffly over his shoulders. The other collected the few cogs and springs that lay about on the floor, and placed the pieces gingerly in the open cavity of the smouldering doll's back. He then approached the Magi and gestured politely toward the door. The Magi smiled diplomatically and obliged. As the group departed, Helena and the others watched them go, the light of the moon still glinting here and there on the inactive shapely mechanical woman's silver adornments, her silver slippers chiming faintly against each other as she was carried from the great arched hall.

The End.

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JohnFabar4: Adding this and the rest of fections work to the malfunction tab.

Episode Five of 'Destined for the Junk Pile'
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It had started badly and had quickly gotten a lot worse......

"And yet the only sign of any struggle is the smashed jug, WHICH YOU ADMIT breaking in order to short-circuit the android...." officer Gallagher had pointed out. Camilla had sighed, tired and wanting to go home - now that she knew the wreckage of 'Candy', Charlie's psychotic robotic plaything, had been removed from her apartment and taken in as evidence.

"Like I keep saying....Any mess I made trying to get away from her, she tidied up.."

"In the middle of the fight...."

"It was all very rushed...." Camilla had insisted, somewhat flustered. The other officer who had never even given his name continued pacing back and forward in a darker part of the police interview room looking slightly bemused. Correctly, Camilla had even then sensed there was worse to come....

A few days later Camilla had received notification that Charlie, her ex-husband, was suing her for damages and emotional trauma.

Things actually seemed to be proceeding well in court (after all, it was Camilla's word against that of a short-circuited pleasure droid that wasn't in any condition to be answering questions of any sort) until Charlie's lawyer inevitably got around to asking about the first time Camilla and Charlie's 'new girl' had met. Not wanting to risk perjury, Camilla was forced to admit to deliberately short-circuiting the pleasure droid on their first meeting, to which an outraged Charlie had stood up and shouted...

"I KNEW it!!"

From there on in, despite Camilla's insistance that on this most recent occasion she was forced to electrocute the inexplicably homicidal house mate to preserve her own life, the jury found in favour of Charlie Harcourt, and Camilla was ordered to pay repair costs and damages totalling nearly one hundred thousand dollars. Unfortunately, the whole story seemed to develop a fairly frenzied media following, probably due to the first ever android-accused-of-atempted-murder angle. That, and the perceived ex-wife-jilted-for-younger-lover-and-out-for-revenge aspect. Camilla found herself harrased in the street several times, but she also received the odd piece of fan mail, mainly from women who agreed with her stand on how these artificial pleasure companions were a throw-back to last-century role models.

In the end Camilla had become a kind of infamous cult figure, and it was because of this that her boss had explained he needed to 'let her go'. Camilla had suggested that it would all blow over in a few months, but her employer had insisted that they could not afford to be loosing clients at this time. So she had been fired. Finding new work in the shadow of the television coverage proved difficult and in the end Camilla had had to settle for temp work as a secretary.

It had been scarcely a week since the judge's decision when the first call came through - the first of several from television talk shows. At first Camilla had stuck to her belief that her notoriety would pass, but the street harrassments and gossip at work began to grind her down. It was after hearing rumours that her new employer was also considering 'letting her go' about a month later that Camilla finally changed her mind. A few days later she received yet another call from a representative of 'The Tracy Gillam Show' and tentatively agreed to a meeting.

The next few days had passed somewhat in a blur. She had met a plethora of people for lunch who all seemed very pleasant, and eager to agree to many of her requests regarding lines of questioning. The show seemed credible and professional, so finally she had agreed to appear.

So now here she was, backstage at the studio, having her makeup done. She could hear the audience laughing and occasionally booing at the guests of the show previous to hers as she struggled with last minute reservations about how good an idea it was agreeing to appear on a show that encouraged the audience boo. She closed her eyes and told herself to relax. People needed to hear her side of the story. And how long would it be until another pleasure droid decided the best way to make it's owner happy was to 'remove' any perceived competition? She nodded to herself and took a deep breath. She realised she needed to use the toilet....

A few minutes later she stepped out of the womens' toilet, surprised to find that Teresa, the woman who had escorted her here, had disappeared. She looked left and right searching for a sign that said 'stage', with no luck. She knew she had probably half an hour before filming began, so was not unduly worried. She headed left, the way she had come.
A few more minutes later and Camilla was more annoyed than concerned. This place was a maze! Shortly she came to another door, marked 'Dressing Room 6'. She could hear a noise from inside so knocked, but got no reply. Shortly she tentatively tried the door and was immediately relieved to finally find a dressing room that was occupied. A slim brunnete woman wrapped in a white towel sat at a three way mirror opposite, blow-drying her hair. Camilla took only one step into the room before she suddenly recognised the overly cuvatious woman reflected in the mirrors and froze on the spot.

"Candy?!!" she gasped incredulously. The shapely girl seemed less surprised to see her, shutting off the hair dryer, placing it smoothly on the dresser in front of her and swiveling her stool to face Camilla. Though obviously very tightly wrapped in the towel, her restrained bust still managed somehow to swing around out in front of her as she turned. Her face was beaming and confident, her eyes glistening with a barely restrained excitement.
"Well, hi Camilla! It's great to see you again." she gushed. Then her head cocked slightly to one side and she added sympathetically, "How are you?"

Almost immediately, Camilla's shock was superseded by her anger.

"What the hell are you doing here?!!" she demanded. Candy stood and crossed toward Camilla, the front of her towel bobbing up and down as she walked.

"I'm appearing with you at this afternoon's filming." she explained eagerly, stopping less than a yard away from Camilla, "Isn't it exciting?"

Her chocolate brown eyes were wide with expectation, as her pristine smile waited for Camilla's reply.

"Appearing with me?! Why? What the..." Camilla stopped, choking on her disbelief.

"Tracy Gillam wanted me to appear and Charlie agreed. Isn't it exciting?" she asked again.

"No it damn well isn't! Why wasn't I told about this?!"

Candy's eyebrows rose slightly and that indomitable smile finally faltered, falling to a faintly quizical frown.

"Oh gee, I dunno. I knew you were appearing."

Still holding the door open with one hand, Camilla was speachless with fury and barely able to supress her outrage. She was about to storm out of the room when the scantily clad brunette sighed dreamily.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I must get ready for this afternoon's filming."

The deeply bronzed brunette turned smoothly and moved away to the left end of the dressing room, where a set of tall dividing barriers were set up. As she stepped pristinely toward these, her arms rose to her bust to loosen the towel wrapped snugly around her. The towel fell away, held only in one hand, exposing her tanned, flawless back and Camilla noticed that the unsightly control panel that had featured there when they last met was now absent. Her toned pert rear end swung lazily to and fro, and as she walked smoothly forward her voluptuous torso seemed just to glide over the floor. The curvatious creation turned slightly and stepped behind the changing barrier and Camilla caught an unwelcome glimpse of her overly pert bust, bulging out sideways so much so as to be seen almost from directly behind. Camilla rolled her eyes and shook her head for a moment, then surveyed the dresser aimlessly. Amongst the make up and the discarded hairdryer she spied what looked like a large tube of mascara - but clearly much too large. She stepped forward into the room, finally allowing the door to swing closed behind her. As she moved closer to the table she called out to Candy again.

"But why did Charlie agree to it? What could he possibly gain? He's already won the court case - unless he just wants to make more of a fool out of me...."

Upon closer inspection of the desk, she realised the tube was in fact a slim black microphone. Next to it lay a small earpiece. Camilla frowned, squinting thoughtfully, then moved back to where she had stood by the door.

"Charlie said that appearing on TV might get me started in modelling." Candy explained evenly from behind the barrier. Camilla scoffed.

"Modelling? Uh...No offence, but I'm not sure you have a particularly fashionable body shape for modern modelling - unless it's a career in porn you're after....." Camilla suggested.

"My body's perfect." Candy chimed smoothly and with supremely indomitable confidence.

"Perfect? What for? A flotation device?"

"My body's perfect. Charlie said so." that measured voice trilled and Candy emerged from behind the changing barrier clad now in a tight-fitting white one-piece mini-dress that unsurprisingly left little to the imagination. Her over sized bust was pressed tightly into the halter-neck top, that generous tanned cleavage now bulging up between straps that looped up to meet behind her neck. Similarly the scant skirt left most of the tall brunette's athletically toned thighs exposed. Her feet were still bare.

"Oh, right.....if Charlie said so, then it must be so." Camilla relented sarcastically, "I forgot that everything Charlie says is absolute undeniable fact. Sorry."

Candy crossed back toward the dresser, her deep brown eyes still regarding Camilla excitedly.

"Uh-huh. That's right. Charlie doesn't lie. Charlie said I look perfect, so I look perfect."

The long-legged brunette turned and sat smoothly on her stool as if lowered on strings.

"Riiiiight. Charlie doesn't lie..." Camilla sighed dubiously. Candy swung her long legs back under the dresser and turned her mostly bare back to Camilla, her flawless reflection looking back at Camilla.

"Now if you will excuse me, I must fix my make up." her chirpy voice insisted and she reached forward retrieving a tube of mascara.

Intending to leave once again, Camilla turned away and mimiked the seemingly self-satisfied brunette's voice softly under her breath, adding quietly as an after thought, in a equally irritable tone...

"I thought you looked perfect."

She reached for the door handle and was about to step out of the room, but it seemed Candy was not prepared to let this one lie.

"I am perfect. Charlie said so." she sighed smugly yet again, untwisting the mascara and carefully placing the long cap back on to the dresser. She began applying the mascara to her right eye in precisely measured strokes as Camilla turned back to face her.

"You keep saying that." she pointed out, "It makes you sound a little defensive. Charlie wasn't so happy with you before, y'know...."

"Charlie couldn't be happier with me. I've been fully reconditioned. My circuits are in prime condition." the shapely automaton purred, adding somewhat inexplicably, "Charlie said so."

Camilla hesitated, thinking for a moment. She couldn't help but wonder if she had finally 'touched a nerve' in the shapely brunette. She decided to press her further.

"Charlie said you were perfect?" she asked, feigning curiosity.

"Uh-huh." the brunette chirped, still applying the mascara.

Camilla frowned.

"And what made him say that?"

Candy shrugged impatiently.

"I dunno. He said so last Thursday when he came home from work." she explained, stopping suddenly and staring longingly at her reflection as if lost in the memory of a romantic dream, "I greeted him and we kissed. Then he said I always look just so perfect. I remember it exactly. I always look so perfect. Charlie said so."

Candy moved the mascara smoothly to the other eye, twisting the brush in small even strokes once again as Camilla continued.

"I see. Well, are you perfect right now?"

"Well, of course. Charlie said I always look just so perfect." the shapely brunette gushed confidently, "So I'm always perfect."

"Well then, why are you using make up if you already look perfect?"

"Charlie wants me to look my absolute best for this afternoon's filming. He said I should use the make up that he bought especially for this afternoon." she explained dismissively, looking back at Camilla in the mirror and retrieving the mascara cap delicately from the dresser without even looking at it. Then she refastened the cap and placed the sealed mascara back on the dresser in front of her. She swung her shapely legs clockwise out from under the dresser, facing off to Camilla's right.

"But you're always perfect. Charlie said that too...." Camilla reminded the flawlessly made up woman as Candy stood smoothly and crossed toward a small open doorway that led to a wardrobe.

"That's right. I always look so perfect." she agreed proudly once again, her confident expression utterly steadfast as she glided elegantly forward.

"So why do you need to use make up to look your best when you always look so perfect?......" Camilla pressed, watching as Candy stopped and bent forward at the waist, retrieving a pair of sleekly formed white platform high heels from the floor of the wardrobe, "Unless you don't look your best all the time - but that would mean not looking perfect all the time." Camilla pointed out.

Candy stood upright and Camilla noticed her head cock slightly to one side as she stared into the wardrobe.

"I always look so perfect, but I must look my best for Charlie." Candy insisted evenly after a moment, moving smoothly to a large padded white leather chair next to the wardrobe. Camilla sighed, growing frustrated.

"But surely always looking perfect would mean looking your best all the time..."

Candy turned and sat delicately on the edge of the seat. She leaned forward, placing one of the shoes on the floor at her feet, then crossed her tanned legs toward Camilla. Her voluptuous torso leaned forward again bulging down against her elevated thigh and she placed the other shoe on her foot.

"Uh-huh. That's right. I am always perfect. But...."

As Candy remained leaned forward reaching down to her foot, she stopped and just stared at the floor, her full lips parted slightly. A moment later her free hand rose delicately to the side of her head and her eyebrows seemed to press down into a faint frown. Shortly Candy's eyelids flickered for a moment then she sighed and softly breathed,
"Gee whiz. I'm getting confused."

"It's quite simple." Camilla suggested helpfully, "You're either not perfect all of the time, or you don't need to use the make up Charlie bought for you...."

Candy blinked slowly again and the brunette's raised hand lowered smoothly, reaching down to pick up the remaining shoe from the floor. She uncrossed her long tanned legs, recrossing them immediately away from Camilla.

"I am always perfect." Candy breathed determinedly, placing the second shoe on her pointed foot, "Charlie said so."

She sat upright again and blinked slowly then looked toward Camilla.

"I must use the make up. Charlie said so."

The attractive brunette's head swivelled back to face in front of her - her deep chocolate brown eyes glistening in the bright dressing room lighting.

"Charlie does not lie. I must obey Charlie."

Then she smiled again and stood smoothly, her shapely form made all the more statuesque by the added stature of her shoes. She walked forward, gliding effortlessly toward the dresser.

"I am always perfect. I must use the make up." her lilting voice continued blissfully as she turned on the toes of her shoes and sat once again on the stool. Her legs swung back under the dresser, her toned bare back glistening bronzely as she turned.

"If you'll excuse me, I must fix my make up." she sighed and a hand reached forward, collecting a tube of lipstick. Staring smugly at herself in the mirror, she removed the cap and placed the cap back on the dresser. Then she twisted the lipstick and moved the crimson shaft toward her lips. But the arm froze abruptly. She stared at herself, as if suddenly in awe.

"I always look so perfect." she breathed, and the arm began to lower again. Then it halted and the lips parted again, the head cocking to one side slightly.

"I must look my best."

The arm began to rise again, but faltered jerkily.

"I always look so perfect." that voice repeated smugly. The arm lowered stiffly, then stopped so abruptly that the lipstick tumbled from it's delicate grasp. Candy's long eyelashes fluttered for a moment and the empty hand rose to the side of her head.

"I am getting confused." she purred dreamily. Still with her hand held daintly to the side of her head, her feet pushed her body clockwise, that over sized bust swinging around in front of her as she spun smoothly, facing off to Camilla's right again. She crossed her legs, right over left and her torso tilted forward. The hand that was pressed at her head lowered again, reaching down toward her elevated foot as she spoke again.

"If you'll excuse me, I must get ready for...."

Then suddenly she froze. As the voluptuous automaton stared vacantly down at the floor once again, there came a strange sound - a delicate tick-tick-ticking that slowed and sped up in no discernable pattern. Shortly her elevated right thigh lifted suddenly up against her bulbous bust and her legs uncrossed. Candy's head swivelled smoothly to look at Camilla, her head effectively cocked to one side atop a crookedly posed torso.

"I always look so perfect." Candy repeated, her voice dreamy and laborious as that strange ticking sound continued aimlessly.

"Charlie does not lie. I must obey Charlie." she intoned. Her posture finally straightened as her apparently flawlessly made up face turned stiffly forward, then she recrossed her athletically toned legs back toward Camilla.
"I am programmed to obey Charlie. Charlie loves my perfect body." she sighed - apparently to no-one - then her serene chocolate gaze swung once more to meet Camilla's and her hand began to rise again to the side of her head. But then the tell tale ticking sped to a newly frenetic frequency and her slender forearm froze jerkily half way up, the fingers of her hand pointing rigidly. That formerly indomitable confident expression seemed to falter slightly - her lips were still held in a smug smirk, but those deep brown eyes seemed now somehow slightly vacant.

"I have been fully re-conditioned. Charlie said so. I am always so perfect." she trilled dreamily, that rapidly ticking sound still emitting softly from within her. Her head turned stiffly forward and in synchronicity with her indecisively swiveling head, the half-raised hand lowered while the other jerked upward into motion, likewise faltering stiffly as the attractive woman spoke again.

"My circuits are in prime condition. You are getting me confused."

The curvatious thigh of her left leg rose suddenly up from over the other, then jerked to a halt, the foot bouncing mechanically out infront of her. After a moment, the long tanned leg swung stiffly sideways and lowered, the other leg immediately rising, swinging jerkily and crossing over the first. Her head spun smoothly to face back at Camilla and one hand lowered stiffly as the other raised yet again.

"I must not malfunction. Charlie said so. I must use the make up." that sensuous voice breathed. Those long shapely legs uncrossed jerkily and she stood, stepping laboriously forward toward the wardrobe once again.

"I always look so perfect. Charlie said so. If you'll excuse me, I must get ready."

Her top heavy torso toppled forward and then jerked to a mechanical halt as she reached down to the floor to retrieve a pair of non-existant shoes.

"I am getting confused. My body is perfect."

Her body sprung upright and she turned about, walking forward. Camilla noticed the faint odour of warming plastic when the still softly ticking brunette passed her by and as the shapely robotic woman continued toward the changing barrier at the left hand end of the dressing room the inexplicable repetitive ticking sound was joined by a faint airy hum, like that of the hairdryer Candy had been using earlier.

"I am over heating. Charlie just loves my boobs. Charlie said so." she explained needlessly. Almost immediately a seam appeared in the tanned skin of her bare back, just below the line of her long brown hair. The ticking and humming became suddenly less muffled as a section of her skin about four inches square pushed smoothly out from her otherwise flawless back. Strands of her shiny brown hair that hung down above the new cavity shifted aimlessly as if caught in a new breeze. As the faltering pleasure companion turned and disappeared behind the barrier, Camilla could see that the panel was held out from her back by a pair of narrow steel arms. From what she could tell in the brief glimpse she had caught, the space behind the protruding panel was filled with a messy dangling nest of mutilcouloured wiring.

"I must cool off. I must not malfunction. Charlie said so." that still evenly measured voice purred from behind the barrier. A moment later Candy emerged again, evidently already changed, and headed back to the dresser. There she turned about smoothly and lowered herself back onto the stool. From this profile, Camilla could clearly see a tangled mass of wiring and components hanging limply between the cavity and the protruding back panel. But, other than the lazy way in which they were arranged, their was nothing to indicate that the wiring was damaged. No sparks. No smoke. Just that ticking and humming, and Candy's obliviously sensuous recitations.

"I am over heating. I always look just so perfect." Candy's voice intoned blissfully. It occured to Camilla that the wiring might have already been in such a condition - hardly the look of circuits in their 'prime condition' or internals that had been 'fully reconditioned'. As Candy spun her body stiffly to face the dresser again, Camilla stepped forward, frowning at the protruding panel of flawlessly bronzed skin. The noxious smell of heated plastic was strong in the air. Candy's left hand rose stiffly up beside her head, the fingers still pointed rigidly, the perfectly manicured nails glistening in the bright lighting. Camilla looked down into the space behind the protuberant brown plastic panel. Indeed the wiring appeared to be as yet undamaged, but arrayed carelessly and interconnected by what appeared to be a series of loosely hanging switches. Deeper within the cavity, almost obscured by the mass of wiring, there sat on the left side a row of circuit boards and on the other, amongst other various components, a small electronic fan mounted in a circular brace which was humming furiously. It was this that was sending forth a blast of warm ill-odoured air.

"I must not malfunction. I have been fully reconditioned. Charlie said so." Candy insisted obliviously. But even as the overheating android spoke the tiny motorised fan within her sputtered furiously and cut out, winding down quickly. Camilla immediately noticed the ticking sound seemed to be discernably speeding up again, this time unabated. Candy's slender left hand lowered as the other raised and her head began turning smoothly to the left and then to the right.
"Warning. I am over heating. I must not malfunction." the pleasure droid trilled, her voice beginning to loose that indomitably pleasant tone. Camilla realised she needed to do something urgently to avoid being responsible for the error-prone plaything's demise yet again. She looked around desperately for anything that might be of asstistance, to no avail. In the mirror she caught a glimpse of Candy's face as it swung into view. Her formerly serene brown eyes seemed now to be moving independently of eachother, crossing and uncrossing, flitting slightly this way and that, their flawlessly arched eyebrows now twisting up and down, those generous lips twitching indecisively between a frown and a smirk as her voice continued reciting obliviously. Camilla could hear the faint but furious hum of several small winding motors.

"I am Charlie's pleasure droid. Warning. My body is built to obey Charlie. I have been fully. Fully. I must not malfunction. Must not."

As Candy's head turned back and forward and her arms alternately raised and lowered automatically and the ticking sound wound and looped faster and faster, it struck Camilla how much she seemed like a broken clockwork toy. Camilla's attention was suddenly brought back to the exposed wiring at Candy's back by a small flash of sparks. One of the switches had let out a small puff of smoke. Camilla looked at it, biting her lip, then reached in and grabbed it, flicking the small toggle with her other hand.

Immediately the rapid ticking slowed as did Candy's voice. Her rigid arms lowered smoothly and her torso tipped inexorably forward as if finally succumbing to gravity. That sensuous voice began to break up as it slowed, not deepening, but digitising as if somehow aurally pixelated. Her body's forward descent was slowed as her bust rested firmly down on the dresser, sending one or two pieces of make up clattering down to the floor. Then her head lolled forward, her long dark brown shiny hair falling about her face, the forehead likewise coming to rest gently on the dresser, the vacant brown eyes unseen, but looking down at her own bulging cleavage pressed up and out of her top by the table top below it. There she stayed, with the panel of her back stuck up into the air behind her. Camilla sighed in relief. There was still a faint ticking, but this was the ticking of cooling circuits.

Camilla was tempted to just leave, but she realised it would not do to have Charlie's plaything found shut off inexplicably - suspicions would be raised, she was sure. And she couldn't even be certain that once activated the shapely artificial girl would be in any fit state for a television appearance. But she guessed it would not be wise to reactivate the inanimate doll while it was still so overheated. So she waited nervously, expecting at any moment for the door to open and to be discovered. From time to time she put her hand inside the smouldering cavity to check for warmth, checking her watch impatiently and listening for the dreaded approaching footsteps from outside. As she waited she wondered why little Miss "I'm Always Just So Perfect" had broken down so easily - and why her internal workings were in such apparent disarray when Charlie had been awarded almost a hundred thousand...........Camilla cut short her train of thought and began to suspect she knew why.

It was several minutes before the internal cooling sounds stopped, and several more before Camilla finally plucked up the courage to reactivate the unsound android. Eventually, checking her watch again, she sighed and reached back into the cavity. It still felt a little warm, but Camilla figured a little heat was probably usual. She found the switch which had crackled and, hoping it had survived the overload undamaged, flicked it. Immediately the protruding panel of tanned skin began to press smoothly closed on it's extended arms and Camilla had to withdraw her hand quickly to avoid having it caught. She backed away as the seam all but disappeared, feeling torn once again between getting away and checking that the pleasure droid was still operable. Shortly there were a couple of sharp muffled bleeps from within the ludicrously proportioned lifeless body. The head twitched slightly and rose, the torso lifting backward to once again defy gravity and sit upright. The radiant brunette appeared to focus on herself in the mirror, though her eyes seemed a little on the glazed side of serene.

"Candice Automate. Restart initiated." her sultry voice breathed. There came a mechanical buzz cut short by a dull clunk.

"Loading. Please wait....." the serenely staring automaton added pleasantly, repeating the phrase a few moments later. Camilla did so.

Shortly there were another number of sharp internal bleeps and then Candy's head swivelled to look at Camilla in the mirror and she smiled broadly.

"Well, hi Camilla! It's lovely to see you again. How are you?"

Camilla began to feel a little more relieved.

"Fine. How do you feel?" she asked. Candy's eyes flashed excitedly.

"I feel so realistic. Charlie said so."

Camilla forced an uneasy smile.

"Ohhh...kaaaay.....I'm just going to go now." she explained slowly, pointing back over her shoulder toward the exit with her thumb, "You just sit there until Charlie comes for you alright?"

"I must get ready for this afternoon's filming." the brunette gasped, looking down at the dresser quizically, "Now where has my lipstick got to?..."

"Oh, it's on the floor." Camilla pointed out. Candy's posture shifted sideways and she looked down at the floor.

"Oh, how silly of me." she breathed slowly. She reached down and collected it. Camilla checked to see that the proportedly perfect princess could now apply make up without popping her logic circuits, then opened the door behind her.

"Okay then, see you in a few minutes."

"Uh-huh. Bye Camilla. It was great to talk to you again." that sensuous voice purred as the deeply bronzed brunette put down the lipstick and reached daintily for a tissue. Camilla darted out of the door and away from the area as quickly as she could.

When Camilla found her way back to a familiar part of the complex, she found that she had not yet been missed. Fortunately the filming of a previous show had over-run. She found her partner Andy, but at that moment the stage manager insisted that she was needed side of stage. She was ushered stage left to the door that would lead her onto the set. Andy wished her luck and went to say goodbye, but she whispered urgently for him to listen, aware of the stage manager standing just behind her. Andy drew closer and as Camilla whispered, his eyes widened.
"You're kidding. The bastards!"

Camilla shushed him and continued, gesturing as surreptitiously as possible. Nearby a woman with a combined headphone/hands-free-microphone set was talking quietly to other members of the crew. "OK. Awating cue." she said softly. Andy nodded when Camilla had finished.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do...." he murmered, "Good luck hon."

Andy jogged off in the direction Camilla had come as from the other side of the door, Camilla heard Ms Gillam's introduction.

"I'm sure everyone will have heard of my next guest. She has been described by some as a martyr of women's rights, and by others as a vengeful stalker. Please welcome Camilla Harcourt!"

Camilla felt a tap on her shoulder as the door in front of her slid away.

"OK. Go!" the stage manager whispered.

Camilla smiled and stepped out onto the stage. She was immediately welcomed by what sounded like equal portions of enthusiastic applause, wholehearted cheering, derisive catcalls and booing. Never the less, she made her way down the small staircase that led to the black and white checkered floor of the set. Camilla crossed to a slightly raised daiz where Tracy Gillam had been seated and as they'd rehearsed, Tracy stood and shook her hand, inviting her to sit on the large, garishly coloured couch. Camilla did so as Tracy sat diagonally opposite her on a large leather uphostered chair. Shortly the noise from the audience trailed off and Tracy spoke.

"Camilla. Welcome to the show."

Camilla smiled generously.

"Thank you Tracy. Well, I appreciate being given this opportunity to tell my side of the story."

"And we look forward to hearing it, but first....." Tracy turned to face a nearby camera, "For those of you who've been living on Mars for the past two months and don't know who Camilla is exactly, take a look at this...."

Camilla noticed the audience looking up above the set, presumably at a video screen that she herself could not see. To her left, out of the corner of her eye a sudden flicker caught her attention and in addition to hearing the clip start up through speakers, Camilla could see the video clip on a studio monitor. The opening shot of the clip was outside the court as Camilla arrived for the first day of her case. A reporter was explaining the background to the case. There then followed a brief pastiche of key moments of the hearing, including footage of the broken-down Candy wheeled into court lying on a bench, wrapped and sealed in clear plastic - and the moment when Camilla admitted deliberately short-circuiting the pleasure droid on their first meeting followed by Charlie's outburst and the hubbub that caused. Then came the jury's decision and shots of Camilla's ex-husband being congratulated by his lawyer. As the clip finished the audience responded with another half-cheer/half-boo. Tracy held up her hands.

"Now, now. Camilla will have her say."

Smiling mischeviously, she glanced back at Camilla.

"But first, we've got a little surprise for you...."

Tracy turned to address the same camera nearby.

"As we're about to hear Camilla's side of the story, it's only fair that the woman who has not had an opportunity to speak about it at all, should now be allowed to. So, will you please welcome........Candy Harcourt!"

Camilla tried to look as if she had not expected it, managing to look a little shocked, she hoped. Shortly a familiar shapely brunette emerged from a doorway on the far side of the stage. She was greeted both with 'whoops' and wolf-whistles, but Camilla was aware also of a distinctly feminine sounding 'boo' from the audience. Dressed still in that characteristically revealing white dress and white platformed high-heels, the deeply tanned woman strode confidently toward Camilla, her face beaming broadly. The statuesque brunette continued toward the diaz, her long shining tresses bouncing as she walked, her bronzed skin radiant under the studio lighting - in lustrus contrast to her pristine white attire. Camilla fumed and stood as the shapely Automate approached, and the audience responded with an ueasy 'ooooooooooo'.

"No! We did not agree to this." Camilla insisted, pointing firmly at Ms Gillam. Tracy seemed to ignore her and simply stood as Candy stepped onto the diaz and shook the smiling host's hand. They exchanged pleasantries then Candy stepped toward Camilla, her right hand extended.

"Hi Camilla! It's lovely to see you again. How are you?" she chirped. Camilla ignored her hand and just stepped around her to address Tracy again, an accusatory finger pointed at the somewhat startled looking host, "We did not agree to this." she pointed out again. Tracy cocked her head to one side slightly.

"Oh come on Camilla. You didn't really think I'd just want to speak to you about this, did you? The public deserves both sides of the story, don't they?" She gestured toward the couch, "Just sit down and we'll talk about this."

"Uh...May I?" Candy chimed in over Camilla's shoulder, tentatively indicating the couch. Tracy glanced past Camilla.

"Oh yes, take a seat, Candy." Tracy replied pleasantly. Camilla turned and watched Candy sit down at the far end of the couch and cross her long tanned left leg over the other, toward Camilla. She interlocked her hands and stretched them forward over the raised knee, her ludicrously generous bust bulging up between her outstretched arms. Camilla forced an icy smile and sat reluctantly next to the smiling robotic woman, nearer to Tracy.

"So, Camilla, you claimed during the trial that Candy here, who is your ex-husband's Automate, tried to kill you. Are you still sticking to those claims you made in court?...."

"Absolutely." Camilla responded, "I told the absolute truth in court."

There was a doubtful murmer from some members of the audience.

"But why should people believe you when you admitted short-circuiting the Automate when you first met?" Tracy pressed.
"People should believe me because I admitted short-circuiting her - or it, rather." Camilla insisted, glancing disprovingly at Candy. Predictably the audience 'oooooo'ed. Well, if it was a cat fight they wanted, they'd get one......

"I was not prepared to lie in court. Everything I said was true." Camilla explained.

"So, what would you like to set straight with the audience and viewers today?"

"I'd like people to know that these pleasure droids are built as cheaply as possibly and that that means a limited amount of testing is done to ensure their programming is bug-free and safe. I really believe it's only a matter of time before someone is hurt or killed."

Candy scoffed slightly, her eyebrows raised dismissively.

"I wouldn't call three hundred thousand dollars cheap..." she purred, her posture shifting as her hands moved delicately to her slender waist.

"It doesn't matter how much you sell for - you could still be junk inside..." Camilla insisted, wondering if that remark was riding a little close to the bone.

"My circuits are in prime condition." Candy responded somewhat reproachfully, then smiling suddenly she added, ".....thanks to the hundred grand we won in court..."

The audience 'oooo'ed again and Camilla rolled her eyes.

"That's beside the point." she replied, looking to Tracy instead, "Automates can sell for whatever people are prepared to pay - they are still cheaply made."

"OK then, so......Candy......." Tracy began, "About the day you went to visit Camilla at her apartment......"

"Yes?" Candy breathed.

"Now I can understand if your memory of the incident is sketchy, but what exactly do you recall?"

Candy nodded once and looked confidently across at a nearby camera.

"Charlie and I had been invited to dinner at Cam's apartment." she explained, as Camilla let out a disbelieving gasp and shook her head. The shapely brunette continued non the less, and though Camilla could not see an autocue, she had the distinct impression Candy was reading from a script.

"During dinner Charlie was called away on business. He offered to drop me off at home, but Cam said she could give me a lift. Charlie was in such a rush anyway, and besides, Cam said that we hadn't had any time to really get to know eachother."

Camilla was dumbfounded, barely even able to gasp a reply.

"Wh...What a load of crap!!" she managed finally, "I don't know who reprogrammed you when they put you back together but that is far removed from what actually happened.....And don't call me Cam. My ex-husband used to call me that and I hated it."

Candy hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"Alright. But I remember it exactly. We were invited for dinner and Charlie was forced to leave. That was when you broke the water jug and asked me to clean it up." Candy insisted, her eyes rolling and a hand flitting up as if to attract Tracy's attention, "Little did I know that the jug had been broken on a live electric appliance. The shock was terrible." Candy gasped. Camilla just shook her head, closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Tracy now addressed Camilla.

"So, you deny Charlie and Candy were invited for dinner."

Camilla sighed.

"Yes. Like I said in court, Charlie turned up out of the blue to see if he could patch things up with me. Candy turned up a few moments after he'd left asking for advice on how to make him happy. I guess Charlie must have said he was unhappy with her or something. She probably wasn't rolling his socks right." Camilla suggested. She went to continue, but Candy sighed and turned to face her again, interupting.

"I very much doubt it." she lilted, crossing her arms and arching her back slightly, "I know exactly how to make my Charlie happy."

As the voluptuous brunette's posture shifted provocatively inside her scant outfit there were wolf whistles from the audience once again and she looked across at the nearest camera again, her expression as confident as ever.

"You arrived asking for advice." Camilla insisted strongly, through semi-clenched teeth, then forcing a smile she turned back to Tracy and continued.

"It seemed to me that Charlie was bored with her. She said he'd complained that she was predictable and...well. a robot."

Candy turned to face her once again.

"You don't know what you're talking about." she insisted, her eyebrows arching slightly as if feigning offence, "Charlie's always been perfectly happy with me." She placed her hands daintily back on her elevated knee, looked at Tracy and wriggled her shoulders slightly, "I think this body would make any man happy, don't you think?"

There was more applause, wolf-whistles and a cheer from the audience, and Candy's flawless face turned proudly back to face the nearby camera as Camilla scowled and shook her head again. Tracy addressed Candy again.

"Now this is interesting, isn't it? Because of all the complaints there are about pleasure companions like yourself, the one we hear most often is that you exist just to please your owner, and that there is no equality of power in the relationship."

Candy frowned and nodded occassionally as if really listening to what Tracy was saying, as the host continued.
"Do you think there's more to your relationship with Charlie than just keeping him happy?" Tracy asked finally. The flawless brunette opposite her nodded knowingly, eyes wide and excited.

"Oh yes." Candy sighed, "Charlie likes to make me happy too. He's always buying me presents."

Camilla scoffed.

"Yeah, probably a shiny new vacuum cleaner or something equally romantic." she suggested almost under her breath. Candy rolled her eyes, laughing playfully, her hand flicking this time dismissively toward Camilla.

"Don't be silly Cam. He likes to treat me....."

Then the stunning brunette fell silent, still smiling, posed as if still speaking. After a moment her left hand moved smoothly up to her ear. Shortly the smile disappeared, an aloof serene gaze returning in it's place.

"Hey. What the. Who the hell are you? No." Candy purred softly. Camilla restrained a smile as Tracy looked on curiously. Suddenly the set wall some distance behind Tracy rattled and Camilla was aware off-stage yelling. Candy's arm lowered and she added, in her level even timbre,

"Leggo. Gimme that. Security. Security."

Another pause, then after another off-stage thumping sound and a muffled yell, she spoke again, still softly,
"Ow."
Candy seemed unphased by the absurdity of her own replies, still staring confidently and blinking intermitantly. Tracy seemed dumbfounded and leaned toward the girl.

"Candy...Are you ok?"

Candy blinked slowly then nodded, smiling pleasantly.

"Uh-huh. I feel great."

At that moment there was another commotion on the far side of the set behind Tracy's seat. Camilla noticed Andy jogging across the set toward her. A surly, determined-looking security gaurd followed closely behind. The audience murmered uneasily as the pair approached the diaz. Tracy even recoiled slightly. Andy had in his hand the microphone Camilla had seen in Candy's dressing room and he handed this to Tracy.

"I think you might like to speak into this." he said as he was grabbed roughly from behind.

"OK wise guy." the guard muttered, "Off we go."

Andy glanced at Camilla, smiling mischeviously as he was pulled away. Camilla smiled gratefully back. She noticed he had a small cut over his right eye. Behind him, at the perimeter of the set, Camilla saw Charlie, but he was restrained by a guard at either arm. Looking on, he struggled intermitantly to break free. There were some startled gasps from the audience as he did so. Camilla smiled at him and wriggled the fingers of one hand in a playfull wave.
"Speak into it!" Andy called again as he was led away. Then he disappeared from view behind the facade of the set, along with Charlie, and Camilla turned her attention back to Tracy. She was fingering the mike gingerly. Shortly she leaned her mouth toward it and blew into it twice.

"Testing. Testing." she murmered hesitantly.

"Testing. Testing." Candy echoed a moment later, staring at her serenely.

"Hello. This is Tracy Gillam speaking." Tracy said, a disapproving frown taking shape on her face. Candy looked at her confidently.

"Hello. This is Tracy Gillam speaking." she repeated smoothly. Tracy turned the microphone off and lowered it to her lap. Candy's left arm raised again, her hand pressing daintily at her ear.

"I think I know what's going on here Candy, and frankly I'm very disappointed." Tracy explained solemnly, "When I get a guest on my show, I expect to really connect with them. I want to know what they think about the issues in there life. You have betrayed my trust."

Camilla restrained a laugh and Candy's arm lowered again.

"Uh-huh." she sighed. Tracy continued, a little flustered to say the least.

"Now....We may as well continue......You were saying that Charlie likes to make you happy too...."

Candy just blinked slowly and then stared. Tracy waited.

"You said he's always buying you presents..." Tracy prompted eventually.

"Uh-huh." Candy breathed, nodding pleasantly. Tracy waited again then sighed.

"So, what has he bought for you recently?" she suggested impatiently.

"Charlie bought me make up." Candy chirped immediately, smirking proudly.

"Well, that's nice....But people could argue that that's as much a gift for him as for you.....To make you look nice for him?"

Candy just stared again. It was difficult to tell if it was a look of supreme confidence or not an expression at all. In the growing awkward silence, Camilla decided to sieze the opportunity, cutting in and addressing Candy.

"I wouldn't have thought an Automate would need to wear makeup. Surely you always look......perfect." she suggested, a hand flitting playfully up to her face as she rolled her eyes. Candy's head swivelled slightly to face her.

"I do look perfect. Charlie said so."

Camilla feigned a frown.

"Oh. So why would Charlie need to get you make up then?" she pressed.

"Charlie wants me to look my best for this afternoon's filming." Candy breathed perfectly on cue.

Camilla looked confused.

"Oh! But I thought you always look perfect."

Candy's deep brown eyes regarded her somewhat aloofly.

"I do. Charlie said so."

"But surely always looking perfect would mean you look your best all the time - so you don't need to use the make up."
"I always look perfect. Charlie said so. I must use the make up. Charlie said so." that sensuous even voice purred and Candy's head swiveled to look confidently at the nearby camera. Tracy cleared her throat.

"Um. Where is this going exactly?...." she murmered, clearly a little annoyed at having her show hijacked. Camilla turned to her and shrugged non chalantly.

"Oh, I was just wondering why Charlie would ask Candy to use make up to look her best when apparently she looks her best all the time."

At this, one of Candy's hands rose delicately to the side of her head again and her brow furrowed slightly. Shortly Candy's eyelids flickered for a moment then she sighed and softly breathed,
"You are getting me confused."

"It's quite simple." Camilla suggested clearly and precisely, "You're either not perfect all of the time, or you don't need to use the make up Charlie bought for you...."

"I am always perfect." Candy breathed, looking serenely at Camilla again, "Charlie said so. I must use the make up. Charlie said so."

Candy's raised hand lowered stiffly to her side and she uncrossed her long tanned legs, recrossing them immediately away from Camilla.

"You are confusing my circuits."

The attractive brunette's head swivelled back to face out at the camera - her deep chocolate brown eyes glistening in the bright studio lighting.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Camilla trilled, faking another frown, "But, hey, I thought your circuits were in 'prime condition'."
"They are. I have been fully reconditioned. Charlie said so." Candy replied smoothly, still looking into the camera smugly, "I always look so perfect. Charlie said so. I must use the make up. Charlie said so."

Then came the sound Camilla had been waiting for - a familiar delicate tick-tick-ticking that shifted in speed aimlessly. Candy's elevated right thigh lifted suddenly and her legs uncrossed once more as her head swivelled smoothly to look back at Camilla.

"I must not malfunction. Charlie said so. I am just such a bimbo. Charlie said so." Candy recited, her voice dreamy and laborious as the aimlessly ticking sound continued, slowing and speeding as if at random.
"Charlie does not lie. I must obey Charlie."

Her flawlessly made up face turned stiffly to face the camera once again and then Camilla noticed the internal ticking seemed to be speeding up gradually. The shapely brunette leaned forward slightly, her hands pressing lightly down on her thighs and she stood smoothly, her confident gaze fixed firmly on the camera ahead.

"I am programmed to obey Charlie. People will just love my body." she purred as she stepped forward slowly, her hands poised delicately at her sides.

"I have been fully reconditioned. I always look so perfect." she trilled dreamily, that increasingly more rapidly ticking sound still emitting softly from within her.

"I will be a world famous model yet. I have the looks for it. Charlie said so. I must not malfunction."

She stopped at the edge of the diaz and her hands rose smoothly up her body, one gently cupping her breast, the other brushing her hair smoothly behind one ear. So she remained posed for a few moments. The audience was strangely silent and that furious ticking sound rung out up into the spacious studio as it wound and sped still faster. On a monitor off to her left, Camilla noticed a shot of Candy's face looking straight at the camera. Her expression was of supreme confidence as her lips parted and she spoke again.

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"I am over heating. I must not malfunction. I have been fully reconditioned. I am a brunette Barbie. Charlie said so. You are getting me confused. I must cool off." the curvatious brunette's voice calmly explained. There was a faint hum and the panel of skin on her back pushed outward smoothly. Tracy gaped and glanced at a cameraman to her right, pointing mutely. He immediately shifted his camera nearer to Tracy to get the shot. Candy seemed to notice him and turned with him as he moved, her confident expression unfaltering.

"I have the perfect body for modelling. Big boobs are coming back. Charlie said so. Coming back. Cool off."

There was suddenly a crackle and a flash. A single blue spark spat down out of the wiring of Candy's opened panel. Her torso jerked and her head wobbled as a faint puff of smoke rose up behind her. Her slender arms lowered slightly, freezing while still bent at the elbows, the perfectly manicured fingers pointing rigidly ahead of her. The ticking sped to an indiscernable buzz and Candy stepped down awkwardly off the diaz toward the camera. On the monitor to the left, there was a shifting close up of Candy's face. That perfect smile seemed strangely pasted on - those formerly serene brown eyes somewhat wide and vacant.

"Warning. I am perfect for modelling. Priority conflict. For modelling."

Her voice was suddenly even less expressive - almost a monotone. There was another flash of sparks and the overly voluptuous android spun slightly to her left. A tiny blackened smoking component clattered to the ground behind her, then the tall brunette seemed to notice the first camera she had been looking at and turned jerkily toward it, her rigid hands and ample bust swinging about out in front of her.

"I must not malfunction. Must not. Error."

She had scarcely glanced at it when there was an soft clattering sound from inside her and another shower of blue sparks crackled, cascading from the cavity in that bronzed bare back. She appreared to notice the third camera and continued turning anti-clockwise. There was suddenly the persistant sound of whining, melting circuits and as she continued speaking, the exotically tanned plaything began turning indecisively this way and that to face the cameras surrounding her.

"Over heating. For modelling. Big boobs. Fully. Malfunction. Malfunction."

When her flawlessly made up face swung into view it was contorting wildly, the brows stretching and twisting, the generous lips straining against eachother inhumanly, the eyes crossing and uncrossing, their lids alternately flickering half closed and pulling wide open.

"Over. Load. Big. Must. Boobs. Not."

The crackling sparks intensified and that monotonous voice began to speak just pieces of words, the sylables cutting off with abrupt unnatural clicks. The statuesque pleasure droid continued spinning indecisively about, intermitantly jerking to a halt or taking a single awkward step toward the camera she happened to be facing, then spinning in the other direction, sparks and puffs of smoke issuing constantly from her back amid the continuing whine and crackle of shorting circuits. Finally as she faced the diaz mid-turn, there was a still brighter flash and that over-endowed torso lurched forward slightly, immediately jerking to a mechanical halt, the arms and bust bouncing unnaturally. The head tipped back and bounced there, the eyes rolled back, and the voluptuous brunette was abruptly frozen with her mouth wide open.

"I..I.IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"

The word was just a digitised tone emitting from the full parted lips, and as it continued, a thin thread of smoke trailed from the mouth of the defunct shapely machine. The internal crackling increased again in frequency and volume, flashes suddenly showing as orange through the tanned skin of that generously exposed, forward tilted cleavage. There was suddenly another bright flash accompanied by a much louder pop that made many in the studio jump. That digitised vocal tone finally cut off and an unseen engine wound down quickly inside the inanimate shapely doll. There was stunned silence, broken only by the occasional faint fizzle from within the smouldering voluptuous bronzed figure.
In the silence, Tracy gasped. Candy remained motionless, posed crookedly forward with her head back and her arms bent stiffly at her sides, smoke issuing steadily upwards from her mouth and from the smouldering cavity of her back. Tracy gasped again then looked at Camilla. Camilla just shrugged.

"See what I mean? Well 'built', maybe, but not well made."

The End.

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Sour Candy

2016-09-23T19:15:45Z

JohnFabar4: Added this to the malfunction category, all of fection stories fit into it.

Episode Four of 'Destined for the Junk Pile'
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As he approached his apartment door, Charlie was frowning solemnly. He hesitated and actually sighed before knocking firmly. Charlie supposed that 'She' must have been waiting right by the door, because barely a moment later he heard the internal lock shift and the door was opened. There 'She' was, smiling excitedly, barely dressed, her nearly exposed bust swelling as she gasped, eyes wide.

"Hi honey, how was your day?" she gushed, before leaning invitingly forward to kiss him. Charlie ignored the voluptuous brunette, instead mumbling something and passing through the doorway into the pristinely tidy apartment. He took off his coat and held it out beside him without looking. She took it from him and hung it on a hook by the door as he moved toward the couch. He threw his case down one end of the couch and sat heavily on the other, sighing again and frowning. The shapely brunette moved gracefully beside him - perched on the edge of the couch, legs together, facing toward him, poised elegantly. As always.

"How was your day, honey?" she trilled pleasantly again. Charlie grunted and reached for the remote, turning on the TV and flicking through channels disinterestedly.

Shortly he glanced across at the deeply tanned woman. She was staring at him, smiling serenely - though her chocolate-brown eyes looked excited somehow - expectant. He looked her up and down. She was wearing that tiny pink sweater he liked so much - a low-cut neckline revealing tanned, bulging cleavage - the scant sweater also leaving her taut, toned tummy exposed. (The sweater was made out of that sort of fluffy wool........ angina wool? - something like that) She also wore what might once have been jeans, but were torn into extremely revealing and seemingly painted-on hotpants. Her flawlessly tanned legs led down to pink high heels, with little furry pom-poms on top that matched the sweater. Looking up again, Charlie noticed how her long dark brown hair, as always, shone with health - though held up and away from her face with doubtless cans of hairspray. He glanced down at that bulging cleavage again and seemed to resign himself to something. Managing a smile, he put the remote on the armrest beside him and turned to face her, leaning toward the scantily clad exotic beauty.

"Come here, you." Charlie mumbled before kissing her neck softly. His left hand reached under her sweater and around to her back while the other caressed her bosom from outside her sweater.

For a moment she did not respond at all, until there was a very faint electronic bleep, then immediately her eyes melted from excitement to bliss and they kissed with renewed vigour, hands caressing each other. As one, they toppled gently sideways, so that she was lying on the couch on her back, Charlie on top of her, their mouths entwined. She moaned longingly in the kiss and Charlie felt her hands at his shirt. He pressed down against her, fondling, groping at her firmly stretched sweater. As she writhed below him there was another electronic bleep that Charlie did not appear to notice. He noticed only when she froze abruptly, and withdrew from the kiss.

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"Would you like some dinner?" she trilled happily, looking up at him with eager eyes. Charlie frowned, dumbfounded and lost for words. Then he seemed to slump, disheartened, sighing slightly and pulling away from the formerly aroused brunette. Looking away, he shook his head and waved a hand dismissively in her direction.

"Yeah, fine. Sure. Whatever." He grumbled and the shapely woman's long legs wriggled out from under him, swinging smoothly down to the floor. She stood gracefully and strode elegantly toward the kitchen. Frowning, Charlie watched her toned rear end swaying alluringly as she disappeared through the kitchen doorway, then, hearing pots shifting in the kitchen a few moments later, he resigned himself to watching TV sourly. Charlie began to wonder if his decision a month earlier had been worth it, as he watched TV, frowning furiously......

Thomas had smiled apologetically with his eyebrows raised.

"That's the best I can offer you on the budget you've got." He'd explained reluctantly, then he seemed to brighten, "I think it'll work out fine." He turned to Charlie's Automate and patted the inanimate woman's shoulder. The slender, though conspicuously voluptuous brunette was perched on the edge of a white work bench dressed only in a scant plain white robe. Her head was very slightly tilted downward and to one side. Her face, while attractive, was simultaneously unnervingly devoid of life - the eyebrows slightly arched, the lips slightly parted, the deep brown eyes utterly unfocused. Her rather heavy make up looked a little smeared, as if a day old. There was the unmistakable odour of burnt electronics in the air and her right breast did not appear to want to sit level with it's counterpart in her robe.

"It'll be just like before, but without the remote control to get dropped in silly ol' water." Thomas pointed out. He had explained that parts from an older 'Perfect Girl' (a now obsolete pleasure companion) could be integrated into Candy's design and assured him that the resulting control panel would be barely noticeable.

"Also the old PerfectGirls have conversation programming for all their modes, so you'll always have plenty to talk about...."

Even then, Charlie hadn't been completely convinced, but had agreed to the work.

At first Charlie had been happy with his decision - Candy's control panel didn't seem to bug him - he just had her wear clothes that covered it. But after a few days Candy seemed somehow.........less.....................real. Sure, Thomas had told him Candy would be ready to talk regardless of which 'mode' she was in, but he declined to tell him how limited her conversational skills would be! - her predictable daily greeting when he came home from work was just one example of how increasingly pre-recorded she seemed. She could hardly answer a single question without first having to shut off briefly while she searched her memory banks for a reply. And having to switch modes from a panel actually ON HER BACK simply reminded him further that she was a machine. Even having her accidentally bumped into another mode during sex had happened before today - it made Charlie feel suddenly like he'd been making love to a glorified inflatable doll. (Actually, he had occasionally even begun to think this way when it DIDN'T happen. Sometimes when her skin was moist with his own perspiration it just.........squeaked..........like rubber) Most telling though, was the way she NEVER disagreed with ANYTHING he said - that, and the fact that she didn't have anything to say of her own volition. They'd never argued, but only because an argument with the voluptuous plaything seemed near impossible! Now, almost a month later it was becoming increasingly difficult to see the compliant girl as anything more than a life-sized sexed-up barbie-doll. And somewhere deep down, Charlie had begun to have nagging thoughts - perhaps Camilla was ready to forgive him. Perhaps he'd been too hasty in leaving her for.......whatever her name was. He almost hated to admit it, but he'd been a lot happier back then........

It was some minutes later when Charlie's shapely Automate appeared from the kitchen again, as always, a brown plastic tray held out in front of her. She walked gracefully up to Charlie, then leaned luxuriantly forward and presented his steaming dinner on the tray - her cleavage also proudly displayed once again. He glanced at the tray, then up past that tanned, pert cleavage and into all-too-perfect serene brown eyes, then sighed and took the tray from her. As he rested it on his knees and took the knife and fork in each hand, the picturesque woman turned smoothly and sat next to him.

"How was your day, honey?" she chimed cheerfully once again. Charlie's eyes rolled as he chewed.

"That's the third time you've-" He stopped and shook his head, "Doesn't matter - Ah, my day was fine honey, how was yours?" he added dismissively, taking another bite.

"Great!" she gushed automatically. Charlie surveyed her suspiciously.

"Yeah? What was so great about it." He mumbled, shoveling still more food into his mouth. Candy's smiling mouth opened but then her expression seemed somehow pasted on and the mouth closed again. After a moment Charlie realised her expression was utterly frozen - a faltering smile and a vacant stare - then he rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"Searching." The voluptuous brunette droned a moment later. The focus suddenly returned to her eyes.

"My body is just SO great!" she explained excitedly, her shoulders straightening slightly.

Charlie's eyes rolled again.

"Well, THAT was a well chosen piece of dialogue." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head. A moment later he seemed suddenly to come to a decision, put down his knife and fork deliberately and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Is there anything you can say that isn't prerecorded?" he asked firmly. Candy's forehead furrowed as her enthusiastic smile faded. Her curious expression was strangely lifeless yet again.

"Searching." Came the predictable drone. Charlie sighed despondently and frowned. Shortly the robotic woman's lips moved again.

"Searching." She repeated, staring vacantly right through him, then she frowned playfully.

"Gee. I'm getting confused." Her eyes rolled and she shook her head slowly, gushing expressively, "I'm just SUCH a bimbo!"

Charlie sourly mumbled his agreement and continued eating his meal, stabbing at it grumpily and murmuring something about an expensive pile of junk. Candy's head cocked to one side and she smirked playfully.

"You look grumpy." She almost giggled.

Charlie nearly choked, then raised his eyebrows as he swallowed.

"Oh! Very well spotted!" he growled, nodding, "Yes, of course I'm grumpy!" he snapped.

"Aw....Poor little Charlie." Candy purred, switching to her pouty, playful voice. Her right hand moved smoothly to rest gently on Charlie's forearm, the fingers stroking back and forward, "What's got Charlie so grumpy?...."

Charlie sighed still yet again. He knew where this was going. Well, NOT today......

"If you must know......I'm unhappy with you." Charlie replied, his hand waving up and down her scantily clad figure, "Just with...........you."

"But I am perfect for you." Candy gasped dramatically, feigning offence, then her posture straightened still more as she smiled mischievously.

"Don't you just love my boobs?" she breathed slowly, her shoulders swaying slightly from side to side, her bust swinging in front of her.

Charlie looked her over again. Her over-sized bust was bulging from the neck line of her sweater. The hand at his forearm was stroking back and forward and she was smiling mischievously at him, her eyebrows raised enticingly. Charlie chuckled and shook his head.

"Sorry, but I don't think that would help right now......."

Candy's playful smile faltered abruptly.

"I MUST make you happy." She insisted.

"Well you don't."

"I MUST make you happy." Candy repeated still more firmly, then she thrust her shoulders firmly back, sighing, "Don't you just love...."

"Your boobs?" Charlie interrupted loudly, "Yes, yes, Candy I just LOVE your boobs. But y'know that doesn't change the fact that they're plastic, OK?" Charlie felt he was getting to the point, so he continued, "In fact your whole body is plastic. Completely fake, alright? And so are you. You aren't a real woman, Candy. THAT'S the problem. You're a robot. You don't think for yourself........You............You've got a CONTROL panel, for goodness sake!"

"My body is perfect." Candy stated clearly, smiling serenely, "I MUST make you happy."

Suddenly Charlie put down his knife and fork again and impatiently held the tray out toward the shapely woman. Candy took it automatically and he stood, then as he crossed the room toward the front door, she stood also.

"Where are you going, honey?" she chirped pleasantly.

"Out." He explained, snatching his coat from the hook by the door.

"But what about your dinner?" Candy asked, looking down at it incredulously.

"YOU eat it!" Charlie snapped. Candy gasped and smiled. One hand released its grip from the tray and moved to the side of her slender waist.

"Oh NO!" she began, clearly outraged, "I like to watch..."

"'my figure'......Yeah, yeah, right." Charlie interrupted again, nodding and opening the door.

"Where are you going, honey?" Candy repeated cheerfully, one hand holding the disused tray in front of her, the other still resting delicately at her waist.

"I'm going to talk to my ex-wife." Charlie explained sternly, "Something I should have done a while ago. Actually, you should come along - she could teach you a thing or two about being a REAL woman." He went to leave, but suddenly seemed to have more to say, "Then MAYbe you might know how to make me happy." He looked the voluptuous artificial woman up and down again, "- but even then probably not." He disappeared out into the corridor, slamming the door behind him. Candy did not flinch at all, still smiling serenely in the empty apartment.

Camilla had only just changed out of her suit when the door bell buzzed. As she approached from the bedroom in only a long T-shirt she checked the view screen beside the door and nearly yelped. It was Charlie! She hesitated, then when the buzzer sounded again she pressed the intercom button.

"Uh. Charlie! Hi. Um.....What can I do for you?" she stammered. She watched Charlie shuffle uneasily on his feet for a moment.

"I'd like to talk. Can I come in?" he mumbled.

"Uh. Talk? What about?" Camilla replied. This did NOT sound good.

"I'll only take a couple minutes of your time." Charlie offered. Camilla hesitated again. She tapped the fingers of one hand against her lips frantically before pressing the button again.

"We're talking now, aren't we?"

"Come on Cam. I just want to talk face to face. Two minutes, then I'm gone, I promise."

Camilla watched his fished-eyed face staring forlornly on the screen for a moment.

"Just a second."

She scampered off to the bedroom and quickly put on some jeans then, shaking her head and not quite believing she was doing so, opened the front door a little way. She smiled and peered outside.

"Hi, Charlie." She pushed the door all the way open and gestured for him to enter.

"Thanks, Cam." he breathed, moving inside.

She shut the door and directed him to the couch.

"Take a seat." She offered, "Can I get you a drink?"

Charlie shook his head and sat down. Camilla sat opposite him in a large leather armchair. There were several uncomfortable silences.

"So.......what do you want to talk about?" she offered eventually.

"I was wondering if you're happy...." Charlie began, then he looked down at the floor. Camilla waited for more, but that seemed to be it....

"Happy?......." Camilla shrugged, "I'm doin' OK."

Charlie seemed a little agitated, wringing his hands.

"About us I mean....." he continued, still staring down uneasily.

"Oh."

"I've been doing a lot of thinking and I want to apologise..."

Again Charlie stopped.

"For what?" Camilla prompted curiously.

"For everything. Y'know, running off with....." He paused, rubbing his forehead, "Christ I can't even remember her NAME now....."

"Candy?" Camilla suggested. Charlie looked up.

"No, not HER. The woman I ran off with FIRST, I mean - well AND for Candy...."

"Oh, I see."

"....For the way I treated you. I've been wondering if you're happy with how things are, or if we'd be happier......." he stopped yet again.

"....together?" Camilla finished the sentence for him. He nodded. Surprisingly Camilla did not feel as nervous as she thought she should. Though he was clearly agitated, Charlie did not seem threatening.

"I want to say I'm sorry." He added. Now Camilla suddenly found the floor a good place to look, not sure exactly how to continue.

"Well, I appreciate that Charlie. Really I do. But I think I've moved on. Andrew and I have got something good here, and I guess I AM happy where I am."

When she looked back up at him, Charlie was nodding resolutely and trying to smile.

"Well, I just wanted to see if you were happy with things......." he explained, then he stood suddenly. Camilla stood too and followed him back to the door. He opened it, then turned and held out his right hand. Camilla took it gingerly and shook it.

"Well, thanks for your time." Charlie said, "I'm glad to hear you're happy." Then he shuffled out of the door. Camilla watched him walk a little way down the corridor, then she shut the door. She sighed heavily as she leaned back against the door, pinching the bridge of her nose. Shortly she was startled by the door buzzer sounding again. She whirled around and opened the door again.

"Char....." she stopped and tried not to have a heart attack.

"HI! I'm Candice, but you can call me Candy." Chimed the stunning brunette at Camilla's door.

"Ca....Candy?" Camilla gasped, "What are YOU doing here?"

"Are you Charlie's ex-wife?" the utterly flawless woman asked. Camilla frowned.

"Ah...Yes, but.."

"Charlie says you could teach me a thing or two about being a real woman. I MUST make Charlie happy." Candy explained clearly. There was a pause. Camilla waited. Candy just stared, smiling faintly. That lustrous, radiant face was perfectly framed by a wall of rigid hair. Her hairstyle was so perfectly arranged that it looked like a well conditioned shiny brown satellite dish. Eventually Camilla blinked and shook her head in disbelief.

"Charlie told you to come here?" Camilla asked breathlessly.

"Uh huh." Candy replied, nodding once, the satellite dish bouncing around her face.

"Ooh........kaaaay.......Well, would..........." Camilla hesitated, still a little exasperated, "Would you like to come in?" she asked tentatively, pointing with her thumb back into her apartment.

Candy smiled brightly.....

"Gee, thanks."......and stepped smoothly through the doorway, her heels clicking as she walked. Camilla was pinching the bridge of her nose again as she pushed the door shut. When she turned around to face the statuesque brunette, she was standing in the centre of the room with her back to her, her long dark hair swinging smoothly as she looked around. Dressed like she was, Camilla wondered if she'd been taken for a prostitute by anyone who saw her on her way over. A short tight pink angora sweater, nearly nonexistent denim hot pants that revealed most of her conspicuously celulite-free butt and lurid pink high-heels. As she approached the near-naked brunette from behind, Camilla thought she noticed something strange about the back of that tight, fuzzy sweater. A small, very slight angular shadow, or bulge.

"Uh...Take a seat." Camilla suggested. She resisted the temptation to ask if Candy would like something to drink. A moment later the two women were seated opposite each other, Candy sitting upright on the couch with her legs crossed and her hands placed delicately one over the other on her knee, Camilla sitting on her armchair with her legs folded under her. There was silence again. Camilla noticed Candy's pink high heels had matching pompoms She wondered if Candy dressed herself, or if this scant ensemble was Charlie's work.

"So.......What would you like to know?......" Camilla proffered eventually.

"Charlie said you could teach me a thing or two about being a real woman." The flawlessly made up brunette repeated, "Charlie said then I might know how to make him happy - but even then probably not. I MUST make Charlie happy." She chimed.

"Okay so you want to know how to make Charlie happy..."

"I MUST make..."

"Yes, OK. I heard you the fifth time." Camilla replied quickly, holding up a hand. She surveyed the elegantly poised brunette for a moment, then continued.

"So, what has Charlie said to make you think he's unhappy?" she asked.

"Charlie said he is unhappy with me." Candy replied immediately. Camilla found herself waiting for more information once again, but once again that seemed to be all. Candy sat there, poised serenely, her big hair framing her perfectly pristine face. That oversized bust was bulging from her tight fuzzy pink sweater, the breasts pressed together somewhat at the sides by her straightened arms still extended forward to her knee. She looked perfectly content. Camilla wondered if the compliant pleasure companion really was concerned about Charlie being unhappy, or if she was here simply because Charlie had told her to come.

"Um....Well, did he say anything else about you?" she pried hopefully.

Smiling the whole time, Candy replied without blinking or, perhaps more tellingly, without taking a breath.....

"Charlie said yes, he just LOVES my boobs. Charlie said my boobs are plastic. Charlie said my whole body is plastic. Charlie said my body is fake. Charlie said I am completely fake. Charlie said I am not a real woman. Charlie said I am a robot. Charlie said I don't think for myself. Charlie said I have a control panel for goodness sake."

When it was clear that that little diatribe was over, Camilla nodded slowly.

"Rrrrrriiiiight......Um.......Are you SURE he sent you over here to talk to me?......." she pressed, squinting suspiciously.

Candy nodded vigorously this time, her shining, hairsprayed hair bouncing around her, the front of her bulging sweater bobbing it's own agreement.

"Uh huh. Charlie said I should come along. Charlie said you could teach me a thing or two about being a real woman. Charlie said then maybe I might know how to make him happy - but even then probably not. I MUST make Charlie...."

"OK! OK!" Camilla held up both hands to silence the increasingly repetitive girl and took a few moments to collect her thoughts, frowning at the vacuous brunette while biting her thumbnail.

"It sounds to me like he's finally grown another organ to think with." She said under her breath, adding after another moment's thought, "Well, he's probably just a bit unhappy about how you always try to make him happy, actually....."

Camilla hoped that that somewhat paradoxical logic wouldn't scramble the perplexed plaything's circuits. She was relieved that Candy replied with little hesitation, though frustrated by her reply's inflexible familiarity.

"I MUST make Charlie happy."

Camilla sighed and rubbed her forehead. It had already been a long day. Maybe a different tack was required.

"OK, Candy. You tell ME what you think Charlie might be unhappy about."

Candy's head cocked to one side and her deep brown eyes looked to the ceiling as if thinking. Camilla waited, then realised Candy seemed suddenly strangely inanimate.

"Searching." The immobile imitation woman recited flatly, eyes still looking upward in feigned consternation. A moment later she looked back at Camilla, smiling contentedly.

"I am perfect for Charlie." She breathed. Candy's hands moved delicately, one sliding back off her knee down to her thigh, the other pausing at her waist, "My body is perfect. My legs are perfect." As she continued, Candy's hands smoothly indicated her various 'perfect parts', "My boobs are perfect. My face is perfect. My butt is perfect. My hair is perfect....."

While feeling a little like she was watching a scantily clad air attendant demonstrating safety features, Camilla felt compelled to interrupt, before the voluptuous girl risked sounding just a LITTLE vain.

"Yeah, well, there's more to a relationship than just how you look." She suggested, wincing cautiously, "I really think you just need to relax." Camilla added, "Just let things take their own course......."

"I MUST make Charlie happy." Candy insisted, her chocolate-brown eyes widening dramatically, as if slightly offended. Clearly she missed the point. Camilla shook her head and gave up.

"From the sound of it, you can't." She sighed.

"But I am perfect for Charlie." Candy's hands swung back into motion, "My body is perfect. My legs are...."

"Look, we've been over this. The problem is..........you're......." Camilla hesitated, reluctant to break the bad news, "You're a robot, Candy. You're programmed to act a certain way and if you're always just trying to make him happy, you won't. That's actually why he came to see me today.......It really sounds to me like he wants more than just someone with........." Camilla hesitated and gestured mutely at Candy's overly lustrous tanned body a few times, reluctant to say the words. "........the perfect body........." she eventually managed.

Camilla stopped and realised Candy was completely inanimate again, staring across at her with glazed eyes. Camilla went to speak, but the lifeless woman interrupted her.

"Processing...." Candy said clearly - only her lips moved. Camilla waited. Candy stared at her vacantly. Camilla could not get over how suddenly plastic the artificial woman seemed. Her skin was just too lustrous, her complexion somehow too perfect. The problem was, Camilla realised, that everything about her was just a little too exaggerated - some things more obviously exaggerated than others of course........But the lips were slightly too full; the nose a little too button-perfect; the cheekbones a fraction too prominent; the eyes too..........doll-like. And of course, that bulging figure.....all too generously endowed. No wonder Charlie was struggling to see her as real. Her designers had obviously spent too much time concentrating on making her body 'perfect' without considering how unnervingly unnatural the resulting 'dreamgirl' would appear.

"Processing...." the vacuous, animatronic doll repeated, then the focus returned to those glistening dark brown eyes, a contented smile regarding Camilla aloofly.

"Charlie wants you." Candy pointed out. Camilla nodded reluctantly.

"Yeah, maybe at the moment...." she conceded, rubbing her forehead again, ".....but that's just because he thinks there might be a chance we might get back together." She offered consolingly.

"Charlie would be happy with my perfect body if he didn't want to get back together with you." Candy suggested softly, still smiling serenely. Camilla shrugged and squinted skeptically.

"Yeah, he might be happy for a LITTLE while, but there are plenty of other....." Camilla was reluctant to press the point again, "Uh....REAL women who he might take an interest in..." and here she stifled a laugh, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head disbelievingly, ".....who for some perverse reason MIGHT be interested in getting to know..."

"You make Charlie unhappy." Candy interjected pleasantly, seeming to have ignored Camilla's joke. Camilla frowned.

"Well, I don't know about that...."

"I MUST make Charlie happy."

The elegantly posed brunette uncrossed her long tanned legs and stood smoothly, stepping gracefully toward Camilla.

"What are you doing?" Camilla asked uneasily as Candy approached.

"I MUST make Charlie happy." The Automate chimed yet again as her hands reached out toward Camilla. Reflexively Camilla grabbed the Automate's slender wrists as the voluptuous girl leaned down over her. Camilla found herself straining to keep the hands away from her neck. They pushed firmly down at her - more strongly than she would have expected. Shortly, over her own grunted exertions, Camilla heard motors winding furiously in Candy's arms. She felt her own arms weakening under the strain as she stared desperately up into Candy's disturbingly serene face, that ridiculous bulbous cleavage wobbling right in front of her as she struggled with the suddenly homicidal sex droid. She began to panic as she felt Candy's perfectly manicured finger nails brushing at her throat, the skin of the supple wrists squeaking through her increasingly sweaty grasp. Then suddenly she realised what an idiot she was being.....

Candy reeled backwards as Camilla's legs pushed out against her abdomen. She tottered on her pink fluffy high heels, stumbling inelegantly back against the end of the couch and then into a tall, narrow ornamental table which toppled slowly over. Camilla leapt from the armchair to her feet as Candy regained her balance. Camilla was then surprised to see Candy turn away, her head looking down at the stricken table.

"Oh Gee. What a mess!" she gasped, her satellite dish of hair swinging back and forward as she shook her head, then she leaned forward suddenly from her waist. Camilla just watched dumbfounded as the crookedly posed dreamgirl righted the small table and then stood upright herself. Camilla suddenly realised the scantily clad brunette was turning to face her again, that expression of utter contentment regarding her somehow coldly. Candy's head cocked playfully to one side.

"I MUST make Charlie happy." She repeated, stepping toward Camilla purposefully once again.

Camilla darted off for the door. She heard Candy's high heels clicking heavily on the floor behind her and managed only to get the door partly open before Candy caught up with her and slammed it shut. Camilla backed up along the wall, away from the statuesque robotic woman and watched in horror as the voluptuous pleasure droid turned the deadlock and pulled out the key, placing it carefully in the scant front pocket of her denim hotpants.

"Candy....Stop!" Camilla demanded uncertainly, holding a stern finger out in front of her. Candy stepped unheedingly toward her. Camilla backed up against something that fell over behind her. Startled, she gasped and darted away again. She stopped a moment later when Candy spoke.

"Oh Gee. What a mess!" the deeply bronzed girl gasped automatically, surveying the fallen coat-stand. She moved toward it and leaned over again, her toned rear end sticking out toward Camilla. Camilla looked around desperately for something to smash over the dubiously programmed pleasure droid's head, but failed to see anything substantial. Glancing back at Candy she noticed she had set the stand upright and was calmly retrieving Camilla's coat from the ground, bent forward at the waist once more. Camilla looked around again and noticed the kitchen, running off in that direction. She rounded the counter and opened a drawer, retrieving a large knife. Looking up, Candy was approaching serenely, considering Camilla with that almost predatory self-satisfied expression, her big brown shiny hair and bust bobbing in time with her purposeful strides.

"I'm warning you!" Camilla spat, "I'll use this!" holding the knife desperately in front of her. Candy rounded the counter smoothly, failing to look the slightest bit perturbed by the weapon.

"I'm warning you!!" Camilla yelled as Candy closed in on her. Grunting, she slashed desperately at the robot woman's body, but Candy fended off the strike, grabbing Camilla's wrist with one hand. The serene sex droid reached up to the knife with her other hand, wresting the knife from Camilla's grasp a moment later. She released Camilla's wrist and Camilla backed away desperately as Candy surveyed the knife curiously, twisting it this way and that, turning it over in the air. Still backing away further into the kitchen, Camilla wondered if some new use for it was about to occur to the psychopathic plaything. Camilla glanced desperately about, bumping up against the refrigerator at the U-bend in the kitchen counter. She moved to one side of the refrigerator, then in desperation opened it, searching for anything that might serve as a weapon. She found food. Soft and not particularly heavy. There was, however, a large jug of chilled water. Camilla doubted the determinedly deadly android could be convinced to share a glass at this point in time, but perhaps Camilla could just smash it over her head. It would mean ruining the gorgeous girl's perfect hair, but it was a price Camilla was prepared to pay. She grabbed it and turned to face her shapely foe. Candy had by now clearly figured out what to do with the knife, holding it in front of her purposefully as she approached again, her oversized breasts still bobbing happily as she walked.

"Stay back." Camilla breathed, wielding the jug in her right hand, as menacingly as was possible, "Stay back!"

The still apparently homicidal dreamgirl continued to advance. Camilla backed up against the dead-end counter and held the jug up beside her, preparing to swing it at that all-too-pretty head, when something off to her right caught her attention. As Candy raised the knife to strike, Camilla instead carefully lobbed the jug at the adjacent counter, hoping it would land where she aimed. It smashed in an almighty clamour, about where Camilla had intended. Candy turned to look. Shards of the broken jug were scattered on the counter amongst the the bread bin and toaster, some of the chilled water dripping from the counter down onto the floor. The glinting knife lowered smoothly to Candy's side.

"Oh Gee. What a mess!" she gasped. Camilla was somewhat relieved to have distracted the housework obsessed Automate again, but she was then alarmed to see Candy turn back to face her.

"Where are your newspapers?" she lilted pleasantly, to Camilla's relief.

The all-too-perfect brunette was smiling expectantly, her head cocked slightly to one side again, awaiting an answer. Still aware of the knife Candy was wielding, Camilla could only squeak feebly and point to a cupboard below another counter, opposite the counter where the jug had smashed. Candy turned smoothly around and to Camilla's surprise walked elegantly past the cupboard she'd indicated. A moment later she reached the open drawer from which Camilla had retrieved the knife, placed it carefully in the drawer and delicately pushed the drawer shut. Then she faced Camilla and took a couple steps toward her, turned to face the counter and leaned forward from her waist - finally reaching forward and opening the cupboard to which Camilla had pointed. She retrieved a thin pile of newspaper from it, closed the cupboard again and stood, taking a step toward the empty counter in front of her. She placed the pile of newspapers to one side, took a few sheets from the top and unfolded them onto the counter, flattening them down with meticulous strokes of her hands. Camilla was keenly aware of how overly precise the stunning brunette's movements were. She moved smoothly and elegantly, while also giving the distinct impression that clockworks were involved somehow.

Still smiling her characteristic serene smile, the scantily clad brunette turned and faced the all-captivating, offensive mess. She strode forward and stopped in front of the opposite counter. A hand rose smoothly, the thumb and index finger extended carefully as it reached toward a large piece of broken wet glass. The fingers closed delicately on it. Immediately there was a fizzling sound and a spark flashed loudly out of the wet toaster. Candy's body flinched, her hair and breasts bouncing a little, then her hand jerked up, still gripping the wet glass. She turned smoothly around and carried the broken piece to the waiting newspaper, placing it down carefully. Then she turned again and strode elegantly back across the kitchen, her heels clicking dully on the tiled floor, hands swaying gracefully as she walked. When she reached forward delicately again, clasping another piece of wet glass, there was another frenzy of fizzling from the toaster. Candy's dark brown eyes widened, staring wildly - her generous lips parted slightly as if about to speak - then her hand jerked suddenly up again and that serene expression returned. She turned with ease on the toes of her high heels, and as she crossed back to the other side of the kitchen her head turned smoothly to face Camilla, those contented chocolate-brown eyes rolling expressively as she shook her head luxuriantly and smiled, sighing.....

"Don't you just LOVE my boobs?"

Camilla wasn't sure if the voluptuous brunette expected a reply, but she felt flattery might help to keep the android distracted from it's former murderous intent.

"Yes, Candy..........Ah. You have a tremendous figure." Camilla replied nervously, forcing a smile while trying to sound calm.

Seemingly satisfied with Camilla's reply, Candy stopped at the other counter again and placed the glass shard on the paper, then turned back once again, pacing elegantly - bust bobbing, hair bouncing, serenely smiling. She stopped at the shard-scattered counter, reached smoothly out and delicately clasped another wet piece of glass. There was more frantic crackling, though Camilla couldn't be sure if it was coming solely from the toaster this time. Candy's head turned smoothly a little toward Camilla, her outstretched hand still grasping the wet glass lying on the counter, and though the strikingly radiant brunette had by no means made eye-contact with Camilla, she spoke again....

"I MUST make Charlie happy." She breathed dreamily as the fizzling continued.

"Yes.......And that's very nice of you." Camilla agreed more confidently this time. Candy's head swung quickly back to it's forward facing position. There was a sudden flash from the toaster that made Camilla yelp involuntarily, her hands covering her mouth. Candy's extended hand jerked stiffly upwards and she turned again on the toes of her shoes. She started across the small kitchen while shaking her head sincerely, purring...

"Charlie just LOVES my boobs." Her eyes closing blissfully for a moment to emphasise just how much. Camilla swallowed and glanced nervously at the remaining pieces of the shattered jug.

"Yes. I can see why.....They're very..............." Camilla faltered, searching desperately for an adjective, "Uh.......big."

She winced, hoping that Candy would see that as a compliment. The slender yet undeniably voluptuous brunette smiled contentedly as she continued across the room, though she seemed to try to take one too many steps across the kitchen, bumping awkwardly against the newspaper-covered counter. The deeply tanned robotic woman stood utterly motionless for a moment, staring straight ahead with her hand extended out infront of her, and in the near silence, Camilla briefly thought she could hear a fading, frying sound. Camilla also suddenly noticed the faint, telling odour of melting plastic in the air. While Candy continued staring, her extended hand lowered stiffly and the fingers released their delicate grip on the glass. Then the hand rose stiffly up to it's former position. The pleasure droid spun around once again, however she stopped abruptly only part way through the turn, facing right at Camilla. Candy's hands moved smoothly to her bulging sweater and her head cocked to one side as she frowned quizzically.

"Charlie just LOVES my boobs." The smouldering pleasure droid explained yet again as her hands firmly pushed up and down twice on her bust, sending it bobbing heavily. Candy's left hand lowered daintily at her side - the other remained bent at the elbow, extended in front of her. She stared expectantly across at Camilla. Camilla suspected her former reply had in fact NOT been satisfactory.

"Ah.....Yes." Camilla began, wary of Candy's prolonged attention, "I'm sure he does. You must make him very happy." She agreed. Candy's eyes widened and she gasped...

"I MUST make Charlie happy."

Camilla actually breathed a sigh of relief when Candy smiled contentedly and turned toward the offensively messy counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. Before crossing the room she spoke again.

"I am perfect for Charlie." She breathed confidently, smiling out across the kitchen.

"Yes." Camilla was desperately running out of compliments, "Yes, you are. Charlie must be very pleased......" she stammered uneasily.

Candy finally sprung into forward motion, one empty hand still extended daintily out in front of her, the other swaying back and forth gracefully as she walked. Her semi-elegant motion came to another clumsy halt against the opposite counter. Then that toned, near-bare rear end stuck out backwards, counterbalancing her top-heavy torso as it leaned forward jerkily. The index finger and thumb of her outstretched hand made contact with an empty, wet section of the counter and there was instantly another frenzy of crackling - from the toaster and also, Camilla was sure this time, from within the shapely overheating android. Over the crackling, Camilla could clearly hear that ominous muffled frying sound, accompanied by occasional pops and whistles. The noxious odour of burning rubber strengthened suddenly in the air, forcing Camilla to cough, and she noticed faint wispy smoke appearing above Candy's head - the source unclear. There was another startling flash and Candy's crookedly posed body lurched upright suddenly, her outstretched hand, her bulbous bust and her shiny hair all bouncing unnaturally. A puff of smoke appeared through the long brown hair hanging over Candy's shoulders and a moment later Camilla heard a faint tinkling sound from the ground. Looking at the floor just behind Candy's lurid pink high-heels, she noticed that something small and silvery had fallen onto the kitchen tiles.

"I am perfect for Charlie...." Candy was lilting blissfully again, staring enthusiastically at the wall above the electrified counter directly in front of her.

"Yes, you ARE perfect for Charlie." Camilla affirmed strongly, glancing at the tiny piece of metal on the kitchen floor. Camilla heard a motorised whirring sound and Candy turned around away from Camilla, stopping abruptly again after a quarter turn. While her back was turned, Camilla risked darting forward to retrieve the small square object she'd seen. As she ducked down close behind Candy, Camilla heard clicking, cooling rattling sounds from inside that all-too-lustrous body, and the odour of hot rubber was undeniable so close up. Having collected the mysterious object, she retreated back against the counter as Candy's shapely rear end poked backwards toward her, the Automate's torso tilting forward with a faint motorised hum.

"My boobs are plastic." Candy admitted happily, posed leaning away from Camilla, presumably addressing the floor a short distance in front of her. Camilla examined the piece of brushed aluminium she'd procured. It was basically flat and about an inch square, but had slightly beveled corners and a grey plastic backing with a tiny protruding cross-shaped clip in the middle. On it's front surface there was engraved...

"H WORK"

Camilla frowned, then Candy's winding internal servos distracted her from her train of thought. Camilla looked up to see Candy staring right at her once again.

"My whole body is plastic." The shapely Automate conceded. Alarmed, Camilla hesitated, wondering how a confirmation of that statement would be received. Reluctantly, she went to reply but then that curvaceous body tipped forward slightly, stopping abruptly and wobbling mechanically.

"Charlie just LOVES my boobs." Candy lilted cheerfully, staring slightly down at the floor by Camilla's feet, her bulging plastic cleavage displayed again, though Camilla suspected the increasingly automated pleasure droid was somewhat oblivious to the fact. To the strains of several whirring motors, Candy's rigid upper half wound quickly upright again.

"I am perfect for Charlie." She repeated, staring up at Camilla once again with now noticeably unfocused eyes that told Camilla a reply was probably not required. Motors hummed in her lustrous legs and Candy spun stiffly sideways, turning back toward the counter.

"My whole body is plastic." She confessed proudly once again. Camilla risked silence and a moment later internal motors wound and Candy's pert rear end jerked backwards as her scantily clad upper body leaned mechanically forward again. The slender Automate's still rigidly extended hand touched down on the counter's wet surface as her bronzed cleavage bounced to an abrupt halt. Immediately, that electrified crackling sprung back into life again and Candy's hair swung from her near shoulder as her head spun to look right at Camilla yet again.

"Don't you just LOVE my boobs?" she gasped, as faint wisps of smoke again appeared through the long dark hair hanging down her back. Camilla thought she noticed an orangey flash through the fake tanned rubber skin of Candy's bulbous chest and was about to reply, but Candy spoke again, still looking across at her, her expression confidently enthusiastic, yet somehow vacant.

"I am completely fake." She explained clearly over an increasingly audible internal hissing sound. Candy immediately went to speak again, but suddenly a series of crackles emitted from her contoured body, the all-to-perfect complexion of her exposed skin incandescent as flashes appeared from inside it. Electric motors wound furiously. Candy's face contorted unnervingly - the lips stretching sideways in two different directions, the eyes glancing up at the ceiling under frantically fluttering eyelids.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I..." The digitised syllable repeated rapidly as a pall of white smoke seemed to be appear from all around the neckline of her scant pink sweater, rising up around her distorted face and perfect hair. Candy's body began vibrating as the winding strains of internal servos rose in pitch. There was a more distinct crackling sound and a steady plume of white smoke billowed up from between Candy's twitching oversized bronze breasts. Camilla choked again on the noxious, strengthening odour. A bright flash of sparks flickered up out of the toaster and there was a still louder explosion. Camilla turned away involuntarily, shielding her eyes with one hand. The sounds of a repeating tone, like that of a truck reversing, caused her to look back around.

"Malfunction. Overload. Malfunction." Candy was standing upright, but spinning around with both her arms bent at the elbows, the hands pointing stiffly out infront of her. Smoke issued steadily from her sweater in puffs and swirled around her as she spun like a broken clockwork toy, first in one direction, then the other.

"Warning. Overload. Warning. Overload." She continued quickly, her voice and face utterly vacuous and expressionless as she spun out across the kitchen. The repeating tone began to rise in pitch.

"Circuits malfunctioning. Error. I am perfect. Error. I am perfect." The voice was a lifeless monotone, but seemed somehow insistent. The animatronic doll bounced inelegantly against the opposite counter and spun again in the opposite direction, the chocolate-brown eyes staring vacantly.

"I love my body. Love my body. I am perfect. Perfect."

At the glass-scattered counter, the overloading pleasure droid stopped spinning, the shamelessly over-endowed torso instead lurching quickly about - forward and back, side to side - still with it's slender arms rigid at their elbows, the hands bouncing mechanically in front of her. Still the bleeping repeating tone increased in pitch as circuits crackled and popped.

"I have the perfect body." The plaything insisted flatly, posing stiffly with each new phrase, "I am your perfect girl. Perfect body. Error. I am plastic. My boobs are plastic."

Camilla could see constant orange flashes through the skin of that curvaceous chest, and even from within the flat toned tummy below. As the piercing alarm increased still further in pitch and the internal crackling intensified, the shapely android seemed suddenly locked in a series of rapid repetitive mechanised movements - the torso lurched forward and then the head twitched sideways......

"My whole body is plastic."

.....then the body jerked upright and twisted stiffly to it's left, the alarm becoming unbearably piercing.

"My body is fake."

Camilla blocked her ears as the blaring alarm became an indiscernible high-pitched squeal. That smouldering torso tipped forward again, jerking to a halt so abruptly that the hair and bust bounced in momentary protest, along with both outstretched arms.

"I am completely fake." The vacuously staring plaything insisted firmly, then there was a sudden frenzy of internal sparks. Candy's face twitched and contorted again. Motors strained to be heard amongst constantly crackling circuits, sparks flashing through her exposed tanned skin. The shapely curvaceous woman seemed somehow strangely hollow - a life-sized doll.

"I-I-I-am-am-m-m-m-mmm-mm...." stammered an artificially digitised voice, through quivering, twisted lips. Thick smoke billowed up from that scant sweater and out of the faltering brunette's ears. A sudden brighter flash exploded inside the over-tanned body. Camilla turned away again - the startling explosion repeating once more - then silence.................for a moment.

"I am a robot." Candy's once again cheerful voice chimed.

Camilla opened her eyes cautiously and turned back to face the artificial dreamgirl. Candy was facing the water-drenched counter, though standing upright, her arms still bent L-shaped at her sides. A veil of smoke rose darkly over her head. There was a high, but faint, whistling sound that was rising smoothly in pitch, silenced suddenly by a crackle from somewhere inside her body and that pert rear end leaned out as her over-endowed torso tipped forward indecisively again.

"I have a control panel for goodness sake." She trilled, staring vacuously down at the counter's wet surface. Camilla noticed an exaggerated angular bulge in the back of Candy's stretched sweater - more prominent then when she'd noticed it before, she was sure. That faint whistling became audible again, it's pitch rising steadily - then another internal crackle spat. Camilla saw a puff of smoke appear through the fabric of the back of Candy's sweater and whirring motors lurched Candy upright again. Something definitely bounced out squarely against the inside of that sweater. Glancing past the overloaded android, Camilla noticed the apartment was noticeably dimmer, though lit still by the windows along two of it's walls. Camilla considered running, but then suddenly realised the key to her front door was in the pocket of the faltering dreamgirl's hotpants. Still another whistle and fizzle, and the scantily clad torso twisted stiffly sideways, slightly away from Camilla while the athletically toned legs remaining fixed to the spot. Camilla moved cautiously toward Candy's right flank.

"I am a robot." The vacant Automate repeated happily, her glistening brown eyes wide and enthusiastic - though animate enough to be unnerving. Camilla reached toward the pocket of those scantily torn hotpants, but flinched away when Candy's slender arms came bouncing stiffly down as, with another internal crackle, the short-circuited sex toy leaned forward once again.

"I have a control panel for goodness sake." Candy chimed automatically, giving no indication of being anything but completely oblivious. Still, Camilla couldn't manage to collect her key from such a seemingly prone position while the formerly homicidal android was still so active. Camilla glanced nervously at the aluminium square she'd picked up, then pocketed it, moving back around behind the mechanically moving doll cautiously.

She reached out gingerly for the back of Candy's sweater. She grasped the bottom edge of it and was relieved by Candy's continuing apparent obviousness, that faint foreboding whistle rising again inside the broken-down pleasure toy. The following flash of sparks caused Camilla to flinch a little, but as Candy's body jerked upright still yet again, Camilla pulled the back of the tight sweater up with both hands. A square brushed-aluminium panel was revealed, hanging limply by a plethora of cables from a familiar four-inch-square cavity in Candy's back, itself stocked with a row of smouldering, hissing circuit boards. Camilla allowed the sweater to hook over the top of the loosely suspended exterior panel, ignoring Candy's stiff repetitive movements, short-circuiting flashes and cheerful observations for the time being, and lifted the device up slightly so that it faced her. She immediately noticed a large LED display which was flashing between....

"H WORK" and "ERROR" in crude bright green letters. Below this and slightly to the left side Camilla noticed a small square hole. A push-button mechanism, missing it's button, hung from the hole on blackened, smouldering wires. To the right of the hole were another two familiar inch-square buttons. Candy's repetitive, jerky movements made the tiny writing hard to read, but Camilla eventually found that, to her considerable outrage yet simultaneous lack of surprise, the central button read..

"SEX" and the other..

"PARTY"

Camilla frowned.........No 'off' button. As she stood staring at the defunct control panel Candy's internal workings suddenly spat a furious series of sparks, the last and loudest of which scalded Camilla's hand. Camilla yelped and recoiled away. Candy's sweater remained stretched over the top of the limply hanging control panel. Standing upright, motors churned in those athletic plastic legs, and the near-naked nymph lifted her right high heeled shoe, inexplicably attempting a jerky step toward the counter already directly in front of her. The statuesque plaything instead toppled backwards toward Camilla. Camilla reflexively caught the falling sex droid at her shoulders halfway to the ground, the unbalanced brunette's hairsprayed trusses brushing stiffly against Camilla's face. Camilla frowned as she found herself staring right down at that oversized, overtanned cleavage, thin white smoke still appearing from the darkness between the two ridiculous bronzed orbs. The rigid doll smelled of a mixture of hair product and burnt plastic. There was another crackle of sparks inside that near-bare torso and Candy's head twitched sideways, her dark brown eyes staring out into space.

"I am a robot." The Automate chirped vacuously. Camilla heard various small and smouldering objects scattering to the floor below Candy's exposed back cavity. Camilla began to lower the life-sized brunette barbie doll to the ground, grunting....

"That's very nice." As the burnt out brunette's stiff shoulders came to rest on the floor, it's arms still locked in their bent position, poking up from her now prostrate 'perfect body'. There was another crackle and Candy's head twitched back to it's forward facing position. Her athletic right leg jerked slightly up into the air, the high heeled foot bouncing there for a moment.

"I have a control panel for goodness sake." She chimed yet again, now clearly and utterly oblivious. Camilla eyed the somewhat dilapidated dreamgirl for a moment then risked collecting the apartment key from that pocket. She knelt down beside the exposed, taut tummy, coughing and waving the air clear of the smoke still appearing from the front of that scant smouldering sweater. As she did so, there was another sputtering fizzle inside the shamelessly voluptuous torso and the elevated slender leg lowered with a mechanical hum; the head twitched sideways again. Camilla quickly reached into the pocket, fumbled about for a moment and retrieved her key, then stood hurriedly, recoiling involuntarily from the smouldering wreck of the formerly so 'perfect' woman.

"I am a robot." The still cheerful, seemingly prerecorded voice needlessly reminded her, those glistening brown eyes unfocused and, more than ever, doll-like. Still another crackle, and Camilla backed further away from the undeniably artificial woman as that too-perfect, too-shapely leg rose stiffly again and wobbled, the head swinging forward to face vacantly at the ceiling once more.

"I have a control panel for goodness sake." The broken-down pleasure doll repeated and then fizzled, the leg lowering mechanically, the head twitching sideways again. Camilla was struck suddenly by the memory of Candy's formerly self-satisfied expression. The way she'd sat perched on the couch, displaying her 'perfect body' proudly, surveying Camilla with those serene, chocolately eyes. And then the pristine, predatory look she'd had as she'd advanced toward her, perfect hair bouncing, plastic bust bobbing.............knife glinting. Camilla took one more look at that all-too-perfectly lustrous, near-naked body as it continued smouldering, repeating it's utterly mechanised movements, and then she turned and ran, hearing that serene oblivious voice lilt pleasantly from the kitchen as she unlocked her front door. Not sure exactly where she was going, she fled the smoky apartment, gasping through barely restrained, relieved tears.

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Pushing Candy's Buttons

2016-09-23T19:14:31Z

JohnFabar4: Added this page to the malfunction category.

Episode Four of 'Destined for the Junk Pile'

(with thanks to Jpeto)
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"Yes, Jesse?" Camilla replied abruptly, with the button on her desk's intercom unit depressed.

"I know you asked not to be interrupted during lunch," an apologetic voice explained, "but there's a Mister Harcourt here to see you. He's very persistent."

Camilla frowned. She couldn't recall scheduling a lunch meeting with a 'Mister Harcourt'. Frowning, Camilla took a thoughtful sip of coffee. It took only a moment more for her to realise the obvious over-sight. It was Charlie! Her ex-husband!! She nearly choked.

She had had only one scheduled meeting with Charlie since the day she met 'Candy', Charlie's all-too-confusable robotic girlfriend. It had been several months since that whole sordid fuse popping incident, and Camilla had thankfully scarcely seen Charlie in that time. She had, of course, had to call him the day following the incident in question, to ask why he had so rudely 'missed the meeting they had agreed to'. To be honest, Camilla had been nervous about making the call, not wanting to incriminate herself, but she believed it better to have claimed to have turned up at his apartment for the meeting (albeit a little late) only to knock and find nobody home, then to have Charlie realise later that he had missed the meeting too and then wonder why he had not heard from Camilla about it. Thankfully Charlie had seemed to believe her claim, and a second meeting was scheduled.

In the end the meeting had been a rather brief, painless affair, though Charlie did seem a little blue about something - what, Camilla just couldn't imagine! She had considered asking how he was coping on his own, but of course that would have either aroused suspicion or, even worse, be interpreted by Charlie as an attempt to reconcile their differences - a thought that made Camilla shudder. The meeting had drawn to a close and the pair had not seen each other since. In one way Camilla considered that a blessing, in that it meant not having had to speak to Charlie, but on the other hand she was a little disappointed at not ever hearing the exact details of how returning home to find his 'perfect princess' with her circuits scrambled had traumatised him.

Camilla wasn't sadistic - well perhaps in Charlie's case - but it wasn't as if Camilla had anything against artificial lifeforms per se - if technology could find a better way to do things, she was all for it. It was just these 'Automates' that were intended for 'personal companionship'. Invariably these over-sexualised androids were designed to be compliant, obedient and subservient. And these robotic women were supposedly a man's ideal partner! Camilla had found Candy particularly offensive because she had been designed to be rather 'dim', to say the least. The whole concept just made her skin crawl. She was also disappointed and annoyed that once again a woman's appearance seemed to be being made such an important attribute. And that's all that these 'Automates' were - playthings programmed to please with the appearance of a supposedly idealised woman.

In the end Camilla had taken solace in the fact that she had successfully removed Charlie's sexist plaything from circulation. But now here Charlie was. Camilla wondered why he might suddenly want to see her, and if she might finally be able to revel in hearing how loosing his poor over-heated pleasure droid had made him feel.

"That's fine, Jesse. Send him on through." Camilla said with considerable relish.

With such expectations, it was therefore unsurprising that Camilla should let out a restrained, though unmistakably startled 'yelp' upon seeing her office door open. It was in fact the long-legged brunette who preceded Charlie into the office that caused the strangled cry. Dressed in a grey knee length skirt and a typically tight, low-cut pink blouse, it was Candy - in all her deeply-tanned, scantily clad, elegantly walking glory. An equally smug looking, though slightly more weighty Charlie followed close behind.

"Cand.." Camilla began in disbelief, suddenly realising that she and Candy had not 'officially' been introduced. She faked a cough instead and tried not to look like a startled rabbit as they both approached her desk, smiling.

"Ch..Charlie!" Camilla stammered, standing finally, "What a.......surprise."

As he reached her desk, Charlie smiled broadly. The ingenuine smile of an insincere salesman. Camilla noticed he seemed to fill out his suit even more than when she had last seen him, though not in a good way.

"Camilla. Great to see you again." he said, extending his right hand across the desk.

Camilla shook it reluctantly, and began to compose herself. She smiled equally icily.

"Charmed, as always, I'm sure." she said flatly. Seemingly unphased by her sarcasm, Charlie glanced at the attractive brunette standing next to him.

"I don't believe you've met Candice." he continued, "Camilla, Candice. Candice, Camilla - my ex-wife."

Candy beamed enthusiastically, outstretching her right hand toward Camilla.

"Hi Camilla, I'm Candice - but you can call me Candy."

Candy's smile seemed somehow more heart-felt than Charlie's, despite Camilla's knowledge that the attractive woman was in fact made out of moulded rubber. Inwardly Camilla was relieved to hear that the voluptuous doll-bot had no recollection of her. Presumably when she popped her fuses attempting to multiply 1 by 2, her memory circuits had also been scrambled. Camilla hesitated, then sensing an even more uncomfortable moment developing, reluctantly took Candy's hand.

"I've heard so much about you." the flawlessly made up brunette gushed, her chocolate-brown eyes rolling excitedly. Candy's demeanor made it seem they were destined to be the best of friends. In truth the skin on the back of Camilla's neck was crawling just touching that perfectly manicured hand. It's grasp was soft and yielding.

"How typical." she thought, disdainfully. Candy frowned curiously, while still trying to smile. She seemed suddenly perplexed by something.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." she breathed. Camilla suddenly realised that she had inadvertently 'thought' her last remark outsold and glanced nervously at Charlie for a moment, who was likewise looking perplexed.

"Oh, nothing." Camilla gasped, quickly composing herself once again, "It's good to see Charlie's finally found someone who can challenge him on an intellectual level." she assured the slightly confused looking brunette. Candy's frown deepened further, then she looked at Charlie, presumably for clarification. Charlie chuckled.

"Don't worry, honey." he explained, knowingly, "Camilla's just making a little joke."

"Oh...." Candy sighed in feigned realisation, "Very funny!" and she laughed, one hand flicking downward in a playful gesture, acknowledging Camilla's mischief, the other hand rising to her mouth, presumably to keep the guffaws of laughter in check. To someone unaware of Candy's artificial origins, the movements might have seemed quite natural, but to Camilla they appeared nothing more than a pre-programmed display.

"I can see where Charlie got his sense of humour." Candy continued flatteringly as her gleeful outburst subsided. Camilla was astounded by how quickly the voluptuous brunette's cliched recitations were beginning to grate on her.

"And I can see where Charlie gets his big breasts." she chided with a pasted-on smile. Charlie crossed his arms, looking suddenly and distinctly uncomfortable. Candy meanwhile smiled modestly, glancing down at her own bust.

"Oh, Gee. Thank you, Camilla." she sighed appreciatively. Already Camilla felt the urge to find a hatch somewhere in that flawless skin and pour her coffee inside. She clenched her teeth instead.

"So..." Camilla began, turning to Charlie, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Charlie uncrossed his arms and tried to smile smugly once again.

"Well, Candy and I were just passing by on our way to lunch, and we realised we hadn't invited you to our party tonight." he explained. Camilla smiled and looked at Candy.

"Oh, is it you're birthday?" she asked. Unfortunately, Candy seemed less confused by Camilla's question than she had hoped. The deeply tanned brunette just smiled back and shook her head.

"Oh, no. Charlie and I have just moved into our new place." she explained proudly, taking Charlie's arm, as if barely able to contain her excitement.

"Sort of a penthouse warming party." Charlie explained still further, his emphasis of the word 'penthouse' not going unnoticed. Camilla nodded, smiling.

"Well, I always new you had a thing for penthouses, Charlie."

Charlie's smug facade faltered, and the pair eye-balled each other coldly for a moment. Shortly Camilla forced a smile and continued, glancing down at the work on her desk.

"But gosh darn it, you know Friday nights are always busy for me, and you've left it so late to tell me..."

"Yeah. We thought you'd probably be too busy...." Charlie said pseudo sympathetically. Candy cocked her head to one side and let out a sad sigh, doing a slightly better impersonation of looking genuinely disappointed.

"But screw it." Camilla exclaimed suddenly, "What's life if you can't party now and then?" Candy smiled excitedly as Camilla added, "Of course I'll come."

Candy then grinned blissfully and bounced up and down a little, still gripping Charlie's arm.

"Oh, great!" she gasped, "We'll have so much to talk about!"

"Yes, I'm sure we will." Camilla trilled pleasantly.

Charlie, however, was now trying not to look disappointed, obviously regretting having decided to show off how wonderful life was with his new friend.

"Uh, well, yeah." he stammered, "That's great. It's a formal affair."

"Oh, that's nice." Camilla began, adding, "Affairs are usually so informal." with a veiled glare. "So where do I need to go to see this brand new love-nest of yours?" she pressed, smiling once again. Clearly Charlie was no longer looking forward to this evening.

"Ah, do you know the new Ligbus Building?" he asked uneasily. Camilla thought she knew of it.

"Down the south end?" she asked.

"Yeah. Top floor." He seemed suddenly to find a reason to smile.

"Bring a friend." he added, apparently assuming there was no-one 'in Camilla's life' at the moment. Camilla smiled back.

"Oh, okay. I'm sure Andrew will be thrilled to come."

Charlie nodded, surprised, though clearly unconvinced.

"Andrew, eh? Well, I'll look forward to meeting him. Actually, I can't wait for you both to....."

Suddenly a cell-phone rang. Instinctively Camilla went to check hers, but quickly realised her telephone had an altogether dissimilar ring to it. Charlie was already extracting his from an inside jacket pocket. He unfolded it, pressed a button and held it to his ear.

"Yeah?" he said gruffly. He made some intermittent acknowledging noises, then glanced across at Camilla and held up an index finger, presumably indicating that he 'needed a moment here'. He then turned and moved to the other side of the office, murmuring softly.

"I'm so pleased you can come." said Candy, attracting Camilla's attention, "I'm sure you'll just love the new place. Charlie and I do."

Camilla wondered if perhaps she should take the opportunity to test the voluptuous Candy on her times tables, but that, no doubt, might have seemed rather suspicious to Charlie, standing just a few feet away. This was probably beside the point as Candy had launched into an in-depth description of the choice of furnishings they had made for the apartment, her eyes wide with excitement one moment, frowning in consternation the next. Camilla just listened passively, smiling and nodding occasionally. It seemed unusual to Camilla that Candy should be so talkative. The last time they had met, Camilla had struggled to get anything out of her - well, apart from plenty of smoke. Shortly, Candy's gripping exposition was cut short by Charlie's raised voice from the other side of the room.

"Forty-five thousand of them?!!" he bellowed into his phone, "He's got to be kidding!...Why didn't you call me when....."

A brief pause, as Charlie listened, "Yeah, I realise that, but did you....."

Another impatient pause, "Okay, okay, I'll come back in now."

And he hung up.

"Shit!" He strode back across the room, taking Candy by the arm, "C'mon honey, lunch is canceled. We've got to go."

"Oh, gee. Is there a problem at work?" Candy asked softly as Charlie led her toward the door.

"Well, duh." Camilla said flatly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll explain later. C'mon, let's go."

Camilla called after them,

"Oh, so around eight tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah, whenever."

And suddenly the offensive pair were gone. Camilla's office door clicked shut a few moments later, and she realised she was both pleased to have them out of her presence, and disappointed that Charlie's brunette robo-bimbo had escaped unscathed. Perhaps a mathematics lesson would be in order that evening.

Camilla's machinations were interrupted a few seconds later by her desk intercom buzzing. She sat down and pressed the talk button.

"Yes Jesse."

"Sorry to interrupt again, Cam," began Jesse, a little short of breath, "but I think your husband....."

"Ex-husband." Camilla corrected. There was a gasp from the other end.

"Oh, God, sorry!...........Am I fired?" came the tentative reply. Camilla smiled.

"No, That's fine. Go on Jess."

"Ah, Oh. Your ex-husband left his over-coat in the cloak room. He left in such a hurry. I called after him, but he mustn't have heard me."

"That's fine. Unfortunately I'll be seeing him tonight, so I'll deliver it to him then."

Camilla could sense Jesse's impending reply, and depressed the button again.

"And before you say anything," she continued, "It's not a date, okay? Far from it. I'm more interested in talking to his new friend, actually."

"Oh, God, yeah! Where'd her find her? I mean, talk about silicon valley!!"

Camilla thought for a moment, perplexed.

"Silicon valley?"

"Yeah. Didn't you see her cleavage?"

"Oh, I see. Anything else, Jesse?"

"Uh. No ma'am."

"Fine. Now go get yourself some lunch."

"Yes ma'am."

On her way out of the office late that afternoon, Camilla was halted at the door by a sudden gasp from Jesse, who was still tidying her desk.

"Oh, Cam!" she said, disappearing through a nearby doorway momentarily. When she reappeared she had in her hands a large black bundle, "Your ex-husband's over coat." she explained as she approached. Camilla smiled, taking the bundle.

"Oh, yes. Thank you Jesse, my ex-husband owes you one."

"Urgh, no thanks." Jesse quipped, screwing up her nose. She suddenly looked mischievous. "Um, Camilla, I don't mean to pry..."

"Yes, what is it Jess?...." Camilla sighed impatiently.

"It's just I was wondering.....Your ex-husband's friend....She wouldn't be one of those... y'know...what're they called?"

"A cheerleader?" Camilla suggested. Jesse laughed.

"No, y'know. A robot. But, um...What do they call them?"

Camilla feigned shock.

"Why, do you ask?" she said.

Jesse shrugged.

"I dunno. She just seemed so......well, too.....perfect, kind of."

Camilla shrugged,

"I dunno. I'll tell you on Monday." and she disappeared through the door to the elevator foyer.

By that evening, things had not gone exactly as Camilla would have planned. Her new partner, Andrew, had a prior work engagement for the evening, and was either unwilling or unable (it was hard to tell) to cancel it, for the sake of a party. When Camilla had suggested that Charlie would then think she had made Andrew up, Andrew had replied,

"What does it matter what he thinks?" to which she had no argument. Eventually Andrew had agreed to get to the party as early as was practically possible. Dejected, Camilla reluctantly had to settle for that, deciding to go a little later herself.

So now, here she was, at the door to Charlie's no doubt glorious penthouse, clutching a bottle of wine and her ex-husband's coat instead of her best friend's arm. Within, she could hear the hubbub of a party in full swing. Music. Guests talking, laughing. She was about to knock firmly, when she noticed a door-bell and pressed that instead. When the door was opened a few seconds later by a familiar tall, voluptuous brunette, Camilla could not help but acknowledge the most profound feeling of deja vu.

"Camilla!" Candy gasped, pulling the door open wide, and making way, stepping backwards to Camilla's right, "Come in. Come in."

She was dressed in a full length pearl satin dress that clung to her pronounced curves like shimmering glue. A long split up the right side characteristically exposed a shapely bronzed thigh and shin, down to a transparent perspex high heeled shoe. Camilla noticed that the slip-on crystalline shoes were toeless, and also slightly platformed, contributing to the woman's elegant stature. Uncharacteristically, her long hair was pinned up over her head in a decorative, almost floral manner - a few carefully arranged locks hanging delicately down to her neck. In fact Camilla would have had to admit that the athletically toned woman was a beacon of purest elegance, if it weren't for those somewhat over-sized breasts. While the figure hugging outfit at least covered much of Candy's lower portion, by contrast, the upper part covered only her tummy and a bare minimum of her bust, rather unnervingly loosely. Typically, the milky fabric was held up only by a single fine strap that curved over the back of her neck, and seemed tenuously poised to slip sideways at the slightest exertion, revealing slightly more then was intended.

"Hello Candy." Camilla smiled, moving inside. She held up the bottle in her hand. "This is for you. Don't drink it all at once." she quipped, though she suspected Candy missed the hidden joke. Candy took the bottle and inspected the label.

"Oh, how wonderful!" she exclaimed as Camilla surveyed the apartment.

The first thing she noticed was how strangely clinical the large lounge area seemed. Almost everything was white. The floor, the opposite wall, the ceiling, and furniture. It seemed like a surgically sterile utopia. Only the guests seemed to provide the area with some colour, and thankfully there were plenty of them - most dressed formally, like herself. Some distance to her right, past Candy, Camilla noticed a split-level section, up to what looked like a dining area, and beyond that, a bar, or perhaps a kitchen. The wall opposite where she stood featured a pair of doors positioned some distance apart, a stylish (though predictably white) entertainment centre standing between them, while to the left, floor-to-ceiling glazing exposed a wide, brightly lit balcony overlooking the sparkling lights of the city below. A sliding door had been opened, admitting guests to the balcony.

"Thank you, so much!" Camilla heard Candy gasp, obviously still overjoyed at Camilla's selfless gift of wine, "I'll go put this on ice!"

Camilla was still considering sampling the tremendous view and took a moment to realise what Candy had said. When she turned to explain that the wine should be served at room temperature, the tall brunette was already a few paces away, her blemish-less back swaying elegantly as she walked off through the throng.

Camilla rolled her eyes and moved out into the lounge. Near the centre of the room standing in front of a large white lounge suite that faced the balcony, she thought she spotted another familiar face. A moment later she joined the circle of people, a small group of couples and Charlie, who spotted her almost immediately.

"Ah, Camilla, I wondered if you'd come." Charlie boomed over the other voices and soft background music. The others in the circle could not help but pay attention.

"Well, I thought I'd better return this." she began, holding up his coat, "You left it at the office today."

Charlie seemed to ignore her comment, instead looking over Camilla's shoulders in apparent consternation.

"But where's your friend - Andy, wasn't it?"

"Unfortunately Andrew had a prior engagement." Camilla explained, "He'll be coming later."

Charlie nodded knowingly.

"Right." he sighed. Camilla groaned inwardly, failing to look the least bit impressed by Charlie's predictable assumption and tossed his coat roughly onto the couch. She smiled briefly at the others.

"Excuse me, I seem to have come over rather nauseous." she said, with a final glance at Charlie, and retreated from the circle.

She put a hand to her forehead, closed her eyes and shook her head, beginning to wonder why she had even come. When she reopened her eyes she saw Candy approaching from the direction of the dining area, a glass of wine in her hand. Camilla's purpose was suddenly renewed. She smiled pleasantly.

"Hello there, Candy."

"You don't have a drink." Candy pointed out as she stopped in front of Camilla. The pristine brunette held the glass out for her and Camilla took it. Camilla took a sip and was about to speak, when the burly figure of Charlie appeared over Candy's right shoulder. He tapped her on the shoulder and held up his coat. Candy turned her head and smiled sweetly at Charlie as he spoke.

"Babe, could you go hang this up?" Charlie mumbled. Candy took the coat.

"Sure, honey." she trilled. Charlie leered at her, glancing down at her mostly exposed, generous bosom. His hand now empty, Charlie cupped Candy's right breast and squeezed it twice, rather roughly. Camilla was beginning to wonder if she might actually become nauseous, when instead she was suddenly surprised by Candy's complete lack of reaction. The serene brunette simply glided gracefully off, leaving Charlie behind, his groping hand now empty. He looked across at Camilla uneasily, slightly embarrassed.

Camilla shrugged, suppressing a smile.

"Mustn't be in the mood." she suggested. Charlie glowered and turned away, rejoining his boisterous circle of friends.

Camilla turned to watch Candy walking away toward the left-most door. Could there be trouble in paradise? Could the artificial plaything actually be realising that it's 'owner' was a repulsive git? If there was any malice in Candy's ignoring Charlie, she had done a good job to conceal it. No, Camilla didn't think that was the case. The Automate's unresponsiveness to Charlie's groping advances had seemed total. The voluptuous brunette had simply acted as if Charlie's crude fondling had not even happened - or rather, had gone completely unnoticed.

By now Candy was approaching the door. Watching Candy disappear through it, Camilla noticed a small group of women standing nearby, to the left of the doorway. She walked across the room toward them. She waited for one of them to notice her, and smiled.

"Hi. I'm Camilla - the big buffoon's ex-wife."

A couple of the women laughed. Others looked a little embarrassed. The eldest, an attractive blond woman, still smiling, gasped,

"My God, What on earth made you come?"

Camilla raised her eye-brows and shook her head slowly, looking into her wine glass.

"I do not know." she stated emphatically, taking a sip.

"Well, I'm Rebecca." the blond woman explained, turning to the others and indicating each in turn, "This is Jacie, Simone, my daughter Bianca, Lisa and....." She frowned having some trouble recalling the last woman's name, her hand almost clicking it's fingers, "Oh, I'm sorry."

The forgotten woman smiled sympathetically.

"I'm Clarice." she explained.

"Yes, sorry, dear." Rebecca sighed apologetically.

Camilla wasn't sure if she had caught all of the names, but nodded.

"Well, nice to meet you all." Then, in the corner of her eye, Camilla noticed a tall brunette moving by. She reached out and grabbed Candy's arm firmly, pulling her closer, "Oh, and you just have to meet Candy!" she exclaimed excitedly, drawing the somehow still serene siren into the group.

"Candy, this is Rebecca, and this..." began Camilla, but Candy interrupted her, nodding in Rebecca's direction.

"Yes, we met at the door." she explained softly, "Hi, Rebecca."

"Hello Candy."

Camilla continued.

"This is Jacie, and......oh damn."

"Simone." said Simone. Candy acknowledged each with a friendly smile, then looked at Rebecca's daughter, saying,

"Hello again, Bianca."

Bianca reluctantly forced a smile. Camilla continued, indicating the next woman.

"And this is....." She trailed off again, rather uncomfortably, "...Uh..."

"Lisa." said Lisa. Candy nodded graciously.

"Clarice." said Clarice, saving Camilla the embarrassment of confirming her name as the most forgettable.

"Candy is Charlie's new girlfriend." Camilla explained, incredulously, "Ain't she a looker?"

Candy smiled sweetly at Camilla.

"Gee, thanks, Camilla." She turned to the others. "When we asked Camilla to the party tonight, we weren't sure if she'd be able to come. But, Camilla made a special effort to be here." She turned back to Camilla, her smile sickly sweet, as she shook her head slowly, as if to emphasise her sincerity, "We're so glad you could make it."

"Well, we're so glad we could be here." Camilla echoed, in a similarly treacley tone. Opposite, Bianca restrained a giggle.

"So, Candy..." Lisa began, "..what do you do?"

Candy smiled curiously.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." she explained.

"Y'know - what do you do?" Lisa repeated, " - for a job?" she said finally.

Candy sighed and nodded.

"Well, there's such a lot to do around the apartment. That keeps me so busy." she explained, then she smiled and winked playfully, "And Charlie doesn't look after himself."

"Oh really?" Lisa said evenly, though Camilla noticed a veiled sense of exasperation. Then Lisa frowned. "Have we met before? You seem vaguely familiar..." adding, after a moments thought, "When did you go to college?"

Candy listened intently then smiled.

"I finished college a couple years ago and have done the odd bit of modeling here and there." she explained. Camilla realised suddenly she had heard that line before.

"I thought so!" Lisa interjected, "I thought I'd seen your face in a magazine....or on TV somewhere......"

Candy nodded.

"Well, yeah. Maybe."

"What did you study at College?" Rebecca asked Candy, glancing momentarily at her daughter. Camilla noticed how Bianca rolled her eyes a little. Candy smiled curiously again.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." she repeated. Rebecca seemed a little flummoxed, clearly expecting a simple answer to a simple question.

"Ah. Well, I mean....what did you study while you were at college?" she restated.

Candy frowned, her deep brown eyes focusing sharply, concentrating.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't know what you mean." she explained. Rebecca let out a little frustrated gasp of air.

"Well, you said you went to college, yes?"

Candy nodded, listening intently.

"Uh-huh." she agreed.

"Well, when you went to college.... what did you study?" she stated clearly. Candy's apologetic smile returned.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Rebecca threw back her head, then shook it quickly, giving up the struggle. Camilla saw Bianca give a wicked smirk, clearly pleased to have the topic dropped from conversation.

"Well, don't worry, Candy." Camilla said consolingly, "No doubt you'll get through life on your great looks, yeah?"

Candy cocked her head to one side and smiled her treacley, modest smile again.

"Awww....how sweet." she sighed. She turned to the others, continuing sincerely, "It's wonderful to have you all here tonight. I hope you're all having a good time."

Everyone apart from Bianca either nodded or made some sort of convivial acknowledgment.

Camilla again noticed a profound difference in Candy's conversational skills. Firstly she seemed altogether more talkative, but more importantly she had not, as yet, dropped into her tell-tale 'searching' mode, which was what had first alerted Camilla to Candy's 'artificial-ness' when the two had last met. When unable to answer a question, the statuesque brunette seemed instead to insist that she just didn't understand. Repetitive, but as yet less of a give away that the voluptuous pleasure droid was in fact altogether plastic. Camilla wondered how the 'new' Candy would cope with mathematics....

Rebecca, piped up, saying,

"Oh, but you don't have a drink, Candy."

Candy smiled, her hands moving elegantly to rest gently on either side of her narrow waist.

"No. I like to watch my figure." she explained. Camilla, who had seen this gesture the last time she and 'little-miss-perfection' had met, heard Bianca say something under her breath. Rebecca turned to her daughter, having also heard something.

"What was that, darling?" she pressed. Bianca rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I said 'I bet lots of people do'." she said, glancing disapprovingly at Candy's bulging cleavage. Camilla had to suppress a laugh. She thought she might get to like this young upstart.

"Bianca!" Rebecca snapped, but she was interrupted again by Candy's sickly sweet voice.

"Well, that's right. We're all women. We all like to look our best." Candy purred, Clearly Bianca's word-play had escaped her completely. Camilla noticed Bianca fuming silently. If only the young woman knew the truth about Candy! There was a brief pause as everyone (apart from Bianca, of course) tried desperately to think of a new topic to discuss. Camilla had just realised how she could work the topic of mathematics into the conversation, when Candy spoke again.

"My measurements are forty, twenty-two, thirty-six." she stated clearly.

The others in the group, including Camilla, were somewhat dumbfounded by the announcement. Camilla thought there was a degree of automated-ness in the way Candy had recited her dimensions, though she suspected that she was the only one present who had noticed it. Rebecca was the first to regain her composure.

"Well, really?" she began, though still uncertain exactly how to continue, "Ah, well. That's very nice, Candy. Yes, well, you do have a wonderful figure.....I hope your Charlie knows how lucky he is."

"Oh, yeah!" Candy assured her, nodding vigourously, "Charlie just loves my figure."

Clarice spoke up, smiling.

"Well, I'm sure he appreciates you for more than just your appearance."

Camilla coughed into her wine. Clarice looked at her and frowned, then looked back at Candy.

"Well, doesn't he?" she asked. Candy smiled curiously.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." she chimed.

"Charlie loves you for more than just how you look, doesn't he?" Clarice pressed.

Candy frowned, appearing to concentrate.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't know what you mean." she breathed. Rebecca shook her head, dumbfounded in the background. Clarice persisted.

"There must be other things that Charlie loves about you." she insisted strongly.

Candy seemed suddenly exasperated, a shocked hand covering her exposed cleavage.

"Oh yes!!" she gasped, her hands moving to her thighs, "Charlie loves my legs. And he says I have the sexiest eyes he's ever seen." Her right hand raised, it's finger tips touching her breast, as she smiled mischievously, " Oh, and of course, Charlie just loves my boobs!" Candy's posture shifted subtly to further accentuate her figure. This was too much for Bianca.

"Oh for goodness sake!" she spat, "There are more important things than how you look, you......big...........bimbo!!"

"Bianca Reynolds!!" her mother snapped again. Candy looked less shocked by the outburst than one would have expected.

"But, Bianca! How you look is very important!" she explained serenely, "Charlie says my body is just so perfect, and we couldn't be happier!" She was smiling contentedly now, shaking her head and rolling her eyes romantically, "That little bit of extra effort makes all the difference." She looked back at Bianca and frowned sympathetically, "If you just put a bit more effort into - my measurements are forty-one, twenty-two, thirty-six - it, I bet you'd agree with me."

Their were nervous glances from one person to another. Candy hadn't even seemed to notice that she had announced her measurements again. Camilla was beginning to suspect that the voluptuous robotic brunette standing next to her had spontaneously blown a fuse, without her assistance, when something occurred to her. Surveying Candy's figure again, it seemed suddenly more....exaggerated - if that was possible. What had she given as her bust measurement the first time she had announced it? Was it forty-one both times? Camilla wasn't sure. Her bust did seem fuller - the fabric of her dress a little strained. Though, perhaps it was just the change in her posture. No, Camilla was almost certain Candy's breasts had expanded! Camilla looked up, realising Bianca had noticed her eyeing Candy's bust. Bianca was frowning at her, clearly a little disturbed. Camilla could only smile back uneasily.

Despite the dumbfounded expressions of the others listening, Candy continued, looking Bianca up and down briefly.

"You've got plenty going on there." she consoled her, "Just be patient." She shifted her posture yet again, her bronzed breasts wobbling uneasily behind the scant fabric of her dress, "My body wasn't always this shape."

"Yeah." Camilla agreed, eye-balling Bianca, "You'd be amazed at how quickly a body can change shape." Camilla glanced surreptitiously down at Candy's bust a few times, flicking her head sideways. Bianca was frowning back at her still, though more curiously than before. Despite Candy's increasingly Barbie-esque figure, Camilla suspected the clue had evaded Bianca.

"Well, we can't all be super models." Clarice pointed out.

"Or high school graduates." Camilla murmured quietly, with another sideways glance at Candy. Bianca let out another stifled laugh.

In response, Candy proclaimed her measurements yet again.

"My measurements are forty-two, twenty-two, thirty-six." she recited matter of factly.

The dumbfounded expressions deepened, a number of the women glancing with suspicion at Candy's bulging bust. Bianca was frowning too.

"Hey. Didn't she say her bust was forty one inches, before." she breathed uneasily.

"It was wonderful to meet you all." Candy chimed suddenly, looking systematically and serenely at each of the women in the group, "But if you'll now excuse me...." She turned gracefully around, then hesitated for a moment, looking to her left and then turning her head smoothly to the right, surveying the lounge area. After a moment she strode elegantly away, toward Charlie and his group of friends.

"What an unusual woman." someone whispered, as they watched the brunette's swaying figure depart.

"Ah, I really should go and see if she's all right." Camilla suggested, adding, "It really was nice to meet you all. I mean that. Really. Bye."

Camilla was just a few urgent steps behind Candy, when the elegantly walking woman joined Charlie's group, saying,

"Yes, Charlie?" as soon as she arrived. Charlie grunted,

"Yes, what?" and he frowned drunkenly at the shapely brunette. Camilla walked on by unnoticed and stopped a few feet away from the right end of the couch, though still within earshot, sipping her wine innocuously. Candy's arrival also seemed to have gone mostly unnoticed by the others in the circle - although now the 'circle' was more of a semi-circle in front of the couch, with two members of the group having sat down since Camilla's departure. They were engaged in a loud conversation of their own and were not paying attention to Charlie's hushed discussion with his voluptuous girlfriend.

"You wanted me, Charlie?" Candy suggested softly. Charlie leered lustily down at Candy's bulbous bust. He chuckled.

"Oh, I always want you, babe." he mumbled, and he grabbed her right breast and kissed her roughly on the neck. Candy just stood there. No reaction at all. Her eyes remained open, her hands poised delicately at her sides. After a moment Charlie seemed to notice that his advances were not eliciting a response and pulled away. Candy just stared passively at him. Charlie was still eyeing her, grumpily. He muttered something about not being in the right mood, then barked,

"Ah, why don't you just go get us some cake, or something?" waving a hand at her dismissively and looking away.

"Yes, Charlie." Candy replied flatly, turning and heading toward Camilla, "Excuse me, miss."

Camilla stepped aside, allowing the deeply tanned woman by, and watched her walk elegantly toward the kitchen. She seemed to be attracting a lot of attention as she walked. The graceful brunette moved through the busy dining area, around the far side of a bar-like counter, into the kitchen. Camilla saw the tall brunette lean over into a huge refrigerator on the far side of the kitchen. Camilla's view was obscured suddenly by a group of men at the dining table. Previously seated, they were now standing, peering over the counter for the best view, presumably of Candy's rear end. Their gazes scattered suddenly to other points in the room, some sitting down hurriedly, and Camilla noticed that Candy had reappeared. She held a large sponge cake on a serving tray in front of her and crossed the kitchen to the near counter. Placing the cake down carefully, the voluptuous woman then retrieved something from a drawer. Camilla could not see exactly what Candy was doing, but she presumed the attractive robotic woman was simply slicing the cake. Camilla was startled suddenly by a playful, but no less loud, scream from the couch. The seated man was playfully tickling the seated woman who was beating him back as best she could, while trying not to spill her drink. When Camilla looked back at Candy, she noticed she seemed to have frozen. She was just staring down at the cake, though Camilla noticed her mouth moving. After a moment she continued slicing the cake. Then she turned to the far side of the kitchen, knife in hand. Shortly she returned to retrieve the cake, having disposed of the knife, and moved back around the bar, unsubtly ogled once again by the rather lonesome looking individuals of the dining table.

A few seconds later she had returned, holding in front of her a large circular cream sponge cake sliced evenly into eight portions. She drifted serenely past Camilla and rejoined the people gathered on and around the couch, moving immediately to Charlie's side.

"Cake?" she chimed, attracting his attention. He frowned at her for a moment, the continuing antics on the couch having made him forget his request.

"What?"

Then, noticing the cake, he remembered,

"Oh yeah." He smiled and was about to take a piece when Candy spoke again.

"My measurements are forty, twenty-two, thirty-six." she recited clearly. A couple of the others laughed, one man 'Wehey!'ed. From where Camilla was standing, Charlie seemed suddenly very anxious. He considered something for a moment, then darted away, bumping into a guest on his way toward the door nearest the balcony. Candy meanwhile began serving cake to the others in the group, leaning luxuriantly forward to those seated on the couch.

"Cake?" she chimed, serving each in time,"Cake?..........Cake?" A few seconds later only half the cake remained, and Candy stood serenely, surveying the group passively, the serving tray still held out in front of her. Shortly Charlie reappeared from the doorway. Making his way back across the room, his eyes were urgently searching for someone. Camilla was about to look away when he made eye contact with her, and headed determinedly in her direction. He strode up and rather unexpectedly grabbed her roughly by the arm.

"OK, where is it?" he said quietly but firmly, looking around to check he was not attracting undue attention. For a second, Camilla was startled, but she quickly composed herself.

"What the hell? Piss off!!" she yelled, shaking her arm free firmly. Charlie looked about uneasily, forcing apprehensive smiles, then went to take Camilla's arm again, but she stepped back. Charlie took a step toward her, clenching his teeth.

"Where is it?" he repeated firmly. Camilla stared back, dumbfounded and angry.

"Where is what?!" she snapped.

"You know what I mean. I remember now - I put it in my coat pocket, and it's gone, so hand.....it......over." Charlie muttered. Camilla was becoming more angry.

"What the hell are you talking about?!!" she demanded. Suddenly there was a tinny clatter from the couch, followed by outrageous laughter. They both turned to see Candy approaching. Behind her she had left a mess of mangled sponge cake in the lap of the man seated on the couch. The serving tray lay on the floor at the near end of the couch. The entire group was beside themselves with laughter. Candy approached deliberately, appearing at Charlie's shoulder a moment later. She began caressing his arm and running her fingers through his hair, softly kissing his neck.

Charlie was trying to ignore her, and turned to focus angrily on Camilla. Camilla, having no clue what Charlie's problem was, just stared back indignantly. Charlie went to speak, but suddenly seemed convinced of something, and he turned toward Candy who promptly kissed him full on the lips. The kiss lingered. A moment later Candy moaned longingly and began to undo Charlie's tie. He pulled away suddenly, much to Camilla's relief.

"No, honey. Not now. C'mon." he insisted, leading the inexplicably deeply aroused brunette away, toward the door from which he'd emerged a moment earlier. As she walked, Candy was still caressing his arm, kissing his shoulder.

The laughter from the group at the couch had by now mostly subsided and the man with the sponge-cake-lap was trying to figure out how to stand up with the least amount of mess. Still seated, he suddenly twisted his hips sideways, spilling the majority of the cake onto the couch beside him. Immediately, Camilla noticed Candy grind to a halt. Charlie stopped abruptly too as Candy spoke.

"Yes, Charlie?" Camilla heard the bronzed Automate chime, over the noise of the party. Charlie looked uncertain for a moment then looked across at the couch. A moment later he looked back at his suddenly passive companion, frowning.

"Well......Clean up that mess, would you?" he ordered, nodding in the direction of the couch.

"Yes, Charlie." the shapely woman replied automatically, turning around and walking back in Camilla's direction, presumably heading again for the kitchen. Camilla eyed the couch suspiciously, as Candy swept elegantly by. She waited, noticing Charlie returning to his circle of friends.

"C'mon, bathroom's this way." he explained to the cake soiled man, who was now standing, though hunched over slightly trying not to spill crumbs onto the floor.

"But what about all this?" exclaimed the woman still seated, restraining laughter and swinging her arm over the carnage on the couch.

"Don't worry about that." Charlie assured her, "Candy'll get it. C'mon lets get out of her way.." he suggested, pulling the woman to her feet. He turned to the man again, "Yeah, the door on the right." he said, pointing. The man waddled in the direction Charlie indicated. Slowly the others retreated from the couch, ushered by Charlie toward the balcony. Camilla noticed that instead of joining them, Charlie disappeared again through the door on the left. She took the opportunity to examine the couch.

No sooner had Camilla knelt down facing the couch, when she was circled by a few of the women with whom she had been talking earlier - Rebecca and Lisa over her right shoulder, Bianca and Clarice at her left.

"What's going on, Camilla?" Rebecca asked, in hushed tones. Camilla had craned her head around to her right, looking up.

"Oh nothing, just a little accident." she explained, shrugging her shoulders. Rebecca continued.

"We thought perhaps that the man with the cake in his lap had made a pass at Candy!" she explained hopefully. Camilla went to answer, but then heard Bianca's voice interject.

"What did your ex-husband want?" she asked conspiratorially, "He seemed kinda angry."

Camilla twisted around anti-clockwise to address her.

"I really do not know." she said, slowly shaking her, eyebrows raised,

"I think he's just had a little too much to drink."

There was a soft polite voice from outside of the group.

"Excuse me, Miss."

Lisa looked around with a slight start and let a familiar serene brunette by. Rebecca also made some room for Candy. In her left hand Candy carried by it's handle a large steaming bucket of soapy water. She wore yellow cleaning gloves, and held a large yellow kidney-shaped sponge in her right hand. Her new attire set an absurd contrast to her otherwise elegant appearance. Camilla shuffled a little to her left, also making way as Candy's crystalline high heels stepped to her right. She leaned down, putting the bucket between her and Camilla, though a little distance away from the couch. Those overly pert breasts wobbled unnervingly, just inches away as the voluptuous woman knelt down beside her. Candy placed the sponge in the bucket temporarily then twisted around to her right, collecting the upended serving tray. She put this right-side-up between her and Camilla at the foot of the couch and began to collect dollops of cake debris from the couch cushion, piling them carefully on the tray. Camilla assisted her, though without gloves, and without acknowledgment.

"I suppose this is what you meant by being kept busy by Charlie." she suggested shortly. Candy continued working silently, her expression as serene as ever. A few moments later, once most of the spongy crumbs had been gathered, Candy took the sponge, squeezing it a few times below the soapy surface of the water. Rising gracefully up onto her knees, she pulled the white couch swab up, out of it's resting place. As she did so, something fell from beside the cushion, onto the serving tray below. The exotic beauty did not seem to notice it, continuing to wipe down the swab with the sponge. The object had landed face-down in a large patch of cream. It looked like a small pink cell-phone. Camilla retrieved it gingerly and shuffled clockwise slightly, the other women leaning over, and twisting their heads around to examine it also. Candy continued cleaning serenely.

"What is it?" Clarice asked, mystified. Camilla turned it over in her hands and wiped away most of the cream, flicking her finger tips vaguely in the direction of the tray. The lower portion of the device was labeled with a lurid pink sticker, which featured Candy's name. The top section featured a small LED display with the word 'SERVE' showing through the smudged cream in bright pink letters.

"What the hell?" Camilla heard Lisa gasp.

Below the display there were a few buttons - a row of three, then beneath those another two. The words 'love', 'serve', and 'talk' were printed below the first row of three buttons.

Things suddenly began to make a lot of sense. This device must have fallen out of Charlie's coat when Camilla tossed it down onto the couch earlier. The revelers on the couch had been unconsciously pushing Candy's buttons, so-to-speak. And when Camilla had heard Charlie mumbling that Candy wasn't in the right 'mood', he had in fact said that she wasn't in the right 'mode'.

Below the remaining two buttons was the word 'bust'. The button on the left featured a minus sign, the other a plus sign. Camilla glanced at Candy who was still efficiently wiping the couch cushion, then back at the 'cell-phone' in her hand. She pressed the minus button. Immediately Candy's repetitive cleaning motion froze, and her mouth moved automatically.

"My measurements are thirty-nine, twenty-two, thirty-six." she announced clearly, then immediately continued wiping.

Lisa swore. Camilla quickly pressed the 'plus' button. Again Candy froze, mid-stroke.

"My measurements are forty, twenty-two, thirty-six." she recited yet again. Several of the other women swore, including Bianca. Her mother gasped.

"Bianca!" Rebecca chastened, though somewhat hesitantly, having only just sworn herself.

"She's a robot?" Bianca breathed, stupefied. Camilla nodded.

"Looks like it. Programmed to 'love', 'serve' and 'talk'." She held up the device for the others to inspect more closely.

"Shouldn't that be 'obey'?" Rebecca quipped, ironically. Clarice was lost for words.

"But, how incredibly sexist!" she declared. Lisa snapped her fingers, realising something.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed, "I knew I'd seen her before! It was on a TV ad for those....um, what do they call them?....." She paused clicking her fingers again and frowning. Camilla hesitated to finish her sentence, not wanting to admit previous experience with the subject. Shortly Lisa's eyes lit up again.

"Auto mates." she recalled, nodding.

"What is that?" Candy asked Camilla softy but suddenly. Camilla turned toward her, startled. The deeply tanned brunette was staring at her serenely, her left rubber glove pointing daintily at the object in Camilla's hands. The question had rather taken Camilla by surprise, not realising Candy had completed her task. While the group had been talking, the voluptuous brunette had replaced the now spotless swab to it's rightful position on the couch and returned the sponge to it's bucket. She was crouched down again, and seemed intent on hearing an answer. Looking into those flawless deep brown eyes Camilla felt suddenly like she had been caught stealing.

"Ah, I dunno." she began hesitantly, "It just fell down out of the couch, onto the tray."

Candy looked down at the pink object, then back at Camilla.

"May I see it?" she asked, though the question was clearly rhetorical as she immediately reached out and took it delicately in her left hand. She surveyed it for a moment, then looked up again.

"This is filthy." she declared, twisting slightly to her left holding the bright pink object delicately over the bucket. Her other hand reached down into the bucket, retrieving the sponge once again.

"Ah, Candy, I wouldn't.." began Camilla as the flawlessly made up brunette pressed the soapy sponge against the device, wiping firmly downward. Foam and water oozed from the sponge, enveloping the small device. Soapy water trickled over her gloves, and back down into the bucket below. A moment later the small pink device emitted a high-pitched fizzle and a crackle of sparks was heard. Unphased, Candy wiped once more. Half way through the stroke, the small device spat a single yellow spark, that made the surrounding women jump. Camilla noticed the very faint, though familiarly foreboding odour of burning electronics. Candy froze as her remote control began to emit a thin veil of smoke.

"My measurements are forty-one, twenty-two, thirty-six." she announced flatly. Camilla wasn't sure if she should snatch the device back off of her, before more damage could be done. Before she could decide, Candy's eyes suddenly focused and she dipped the sponge back into the hot water, presumably intent on giving the stubbornly dirty device in her left hand another wipe. Although, as her arm rose back out of the bucket, the remote control let out another electronic crackle and she was immobile again.

The other women just waited uneasily. Over the hubbub of the party in the background, Camilla thought she heard a quiet whirring sound - the sound of a straining electric motor. A moment later there was a crackle from within the olive-skinned brunette and her eyes focused once again. Only for a moment however, as they then closed slowly. Camilla sensed the exotic beauty inhaling deeply as her tanned torso turned slowly back toward the couch. As she turned, her grasp on the remote control and the sponge loosened and they fell - the pink plastic device narrowly avoiding the edge of the bucket, clattering to the floor instead - the sponge landing wetly, first on Candy's left thigh, then slipping down with a dull 'thunk' onto the floor, next to the remote. Camilla felt tempted to reach around the bucket and grab the smouldering device, but then Candy suddenly got up onto her knees, and rose elegantly to her feet. Startled, Camilla found herself scurrying back a little. Camilla could hear that the single straining motor inside the voluptuous brunette had been joined by others, a faint orchestra of mechanical winding and buzzing emanating from that taut, toned body as it stood. She noticed the other women backing away too. Finally Candy's eyes reopened slowly. She surveyed them all with a smug, alluring smirk. The faint mechanised humming continued. Her eyes closed and opened slowly a few times. Camilla stood up, next to Clarice, and Candy's head turned to face her, those soft brown eyes almost half closed.

"Candy, are you okay?" Camilla asked tentatively.

"I'm perfect." she assured her, huskily. That breathy voice sounded suddenly like it should be providing phone sex. Candy's shoulders and hips were swaying subtly, her voluptuous curves shifting the creases in the fabric of her dress. Camilla guessed that the Automate was now in the 'mode' that Charlie would have preferred earlier, although from the increasingly audible strains of grinding internal hydraulic motors, Camilla suspected the condition of the aroused vixen would leave something to be desired. Camilla glanced down at the remote on the floor at the foot of the statuesque woman. It was still emitting a faint veil of smoke, crackling occasionally. Just as Camilla went to look up at Candy again, the device began to emit a series of louder crackles. Candy spoke suddenly, regaining Camilla's attention.

"My meas - " she began automatically, but then stopped, interrupting herself.

"My measurements ar - "

A distinct 'click' sounded as the word cut off abruptly, and the phrase repeated. "My measurements are forty-four, twenty-two, thirty-six." she said finally, the other women surveying her swelling bust with some alarm. There was a faint crackle of sparks and Camilla noticed the skin above Candy's bulbous cleavage flashed an orange colour, incandescent for a moment. The flash was followed by a whistling fizzle that descended and faded quickly. The noxious odour of melting plastic was undeniable in the air. Candy's face however remained serenely alluring, her eyes blinking slowly as she looked obliviously from one woman to the next. Oblivious, or in denial - Camilla couldn't tell. There could be no doubt that the other women were now aware of Candy's internal machinations. As Candy's head swiveled serenely back and forth, the chorus of winding electric motors was becoming increasingly strained and discordant. Small flashes began to light up the brunette's exposed skin from within, here and there, as more tiny engines ground against each other.

Eventually Clarice jumped in, her eyebrows raised.

"Ah, having a bit of a problem with your bust, Candy?" she inquired, glancing down at it. Candy looked smoothly down at her swollen cleavage then back at Clarice. Camilla thought she noticed a vaguely indignant expression on the face of the increasingly voluptuous brunette, then that smug smile.

"My boobs are perfect." she purred contentedly, adding, "Charlie just loves my boobs." She stated it as if it were an undeniable universal truth. There was another flash of sparks inside that bronzed torso that appeared to go unnoticed by the elegant woman, and Candy's eyes closed slowly and opened again. Clarice stared back coldly.

"Your boobs are plastic." she insisted, surveying Candy's body with disdain, "...Just like the rest of your body....you.....you..."

As Clarice searched for the correct phrase, Camilla surveyed Candy's figure once again. Clarice was right - the tall, exotic brunette appeared utterly plastic. The combination of grinding motors and intermittent internal sparks made it impossible to see the woman as anything but startlingly artificial, her over-sized breasts hovering with seemingly inhuman pertness, as if inflated with helium.

Still smiling confidently, Candy interjected before Clarice could find an appropriate noun.

"My body is perfect." she breathed alluringly, "I am perfect for Charlie."

"Well, she certainly doesn't have a self esteem problem." Camilla pointed out quietly.

"You're Charlie's sex robot!" Clarice yelled, attracting the attention of several nearby guests. Candy's self-satisfied expression did not falter, and her mouth opened to respond, then suddenly she noticed something over Camilla's right shoulder and inhaled sharply, her eyes widening with excitement momentarily. Camilla turned to see that it was just Charlie emerging from the left-most doorway. As she looked, Camilla heard a sensual husky sigh issue from Candy.

"Charlie..." she breathed longingly. Camilla turned back to face the rather bemusingly aroused brunette.

"Whoa! It's only Charlie." she pointed out. But the passionately breathing brunette seemed now utterly oblivious to anyone else but him, staring lustily across the room. Motors hummed as Candy's toned right leg appeared from the split in her dress and took a small step forward. Instantly there was a frenzy of crackling circuits, and the athletically toned, though conspicuously over-endowed, exotic woman froze. Camilla looked down and noticed that Candy's delicate crystalline high heel had rested firmly on the large wet sponge on the floor in front of her, forcing soapy water out of it. The adjacent remote control had been drowned still further in water and foam. It was now sparking and fizzling continuously. The other women backed further away, as Camilla became conscious of more and more people around the room being distracted from their conversations by the busty brunette's audible emanations.

Motors wound with renewed vigour as the tall curvaceous brunette stood, balanced atop her clear perpex high heels, mid-stride. Several violent flashes rocked her body from within, her torso lurching forward so suddenly that Camilla thought for a moment the robotic woman was collapsing. However, several grinding motors struggled to rebalance the alluringly posed woman, managing it only after sounding like they had changed gears several times. Camilla could see increasingly bright flickers through that deeply bronzed skin. Suddenly Camilla herself was knocked partially off balance as Charlie pushed roughly between her and Clarice.

"Candy?" he blurted, "Are you okay?" He reached across, touching her shoulder.

Still apparently oblivious to the problems her 'perfect' body was experiencing, the faltering Automate's head lolled back and she moaned again, a long, breathy sigh, still more sensuously than before. When she looked forward again her eyes were blissfully unfocused, the heavily made-up eyelids mostly closed. Her internal servos leapt further into a frenzy of wailing and grinding as her rubber-gloved hands rose to caress her bust. Charlie moved closer, avoiding the tray piled with cake debris and grabbed her shoulders roughly.

"Candy!" he said firmly, shaking her. There were several loose rattling sounds inside her voluptuous body. Charlie released her and held his head despairingly.

"Oh, not again!" he whined.

"My boobs are perfect." his 'dream girl' whispered, blinking her eyelids slowly. Gears changed. Circuits crackled and flared brightly through her all-too-flawless brown skin. What seemed to Camilla to be an identical moan to that before, issued longingly from Candy's moist, slightly parted lips as a low, repeating tone began to emit from her body - presumably some sort of alarm. It seemed to fail to alert the voluptuous vixen to any problem. Other alarms quickly joined it, bleeping and buzzing along with the whirring, grinding motors. Charlie backed away hesitantly, glancing nervously at the other women, forcing anxious smiles at nearby guests. There seemed now to be a thin veil of smoke above Candy's head. Camilla could see it appearing in little puffs from both ears.

"My body is perfect." the smouldering brunette breathed, her methodically massaged breasts undulating this way and that. Candy's damp rubber gloves had moistened the fabric of her dress and the discoloration of her nipples now showed through. The malfunctioning android moaned longingly yet again, as more powerful sparks began to flash within that tanned upper body, making the head wobble, the breasts bounce unnaturally. Still posed precariously mid stride, her exposed and athletic right thigh flexed firmly, engines churning within, rebalancing. The fabric below Candy's bust flashed suddenly as sparks singed the dress from the inside, leaving several charred speckles. A moment later thin smoke appeared from between the bulging breasts. There were startled gasps from around the room and Camilla heard hushed whispers of realisation;

"...Charlie's girlfriend?"

"...robot?"

"She's a sexbot?"

Shocked, Rebecca moved around the group of gathered women to Bianca and pulled her daughter away to what was presumably a safer distance. Someone suddenly turned the music off. The strangely behaving gorgeous woman spoke into the newly profound silence.

"I am perfect for Charlie." the long legged brunette insisted alluringly, her formerly elegant hairstyle beginning to loosen from above and become somewhat tousled and messy. Her eyelids lowered slowly and that same sigh oozed longingly from her lips.

With the music silenced, the other strange sounds emitting from her were clearly audible. A multitude of differently pitched alarms were now sounding rapidly, making it seem like a computer from an old science fiction film were performing some complex calculation inside the brunette's tanned, shapely body. Hydraulic motors strained and ground against each other. Circuits crackled with increasing volume.

"My legs are perf..." the malfunctioning vixen began breathily. There was a distinct click, and the sentence was interrupted by that familiar, triggered moan. Looking over Candy's shoulder, Camilla could see that several guests were collecting their coats and leaving.

Camilla's attention was regained by another sudden violent flash, this time within Candy's slender neck. A faint puff of smoke appeared from her open, moaning mouth. The moan seemed suddenly strangely artificial, as if recorded poorly from radio, and her head, though still held upright, seemed no longer fixed laterally to it's body. It swung left and right, buffeted about by the repeating electric flashes from below. They became more and more powerful, knocking that curvaceous torso about, swinging the head to and fro, making internal electric motors wind ever more feverishly. Through the enveloping smoke, husky digitised words were heard, though the lips did not mouth them, remaining uncharacteristically agape.

"My circuits..." the brunette barbie doll sighed incredulously, interrupting herself with a click as the same aroused moan repeated. Camilla wasn't sure, but the inexplicably aroused nymphet may just have realised that 'something was up' with her body. However, before the husky sound had time to play out completely, there was another click and it was triggered again. If the deeply tanned Automate had in fact realised her 'perfect body' was overloading, Camilla suspected it was now a little too late to do anything about it.

Candy's head wobbled uneasily on it's axis. Her dark brown hair was increasingly messy, long strands shaking loose from above and hanging down over her shoulders, others getting caught in the moisture of her mouth. Smoke issued steadily from the open mouth, from both ears and even from the nose as the head swung loosely from side to side. Those deep brown eyes were mostly closed, the irises entirely unfocused. To Camilla, Candy's head seemed suddenly like an attractive feminine fake clown's head at some perverse ball throwing stall, or perhaps even more disturbingly, an inflatable doll, inexplicably burning from within. Through the smoke, the digitally sampled sensuous moan continued looping longingly, clicking unnaturally each time it repeated.

A flicker of sparks spat from the front of Candy's dress and a small yellow tongue of flame appeared through the fabric, giving off a narrow writhing thread of black smoke. Alarmingly the flame seemed to be gaining momentum. Camilla mused that this was unsurprising, given the amount of fuel available to it in that area. She conceded that this was rather a callous observation as Charlie looked desperately around and noticed the bucket. He leaned down suddenly and retrieved it.

"Wait! Charlie..." Camilla began, glancing down at the floor. The still sparking remote control lay there in front of Candy's transparent left high heel. Oblivious, Charlie swung the bucket up towards Candy's smoking bust. The foamy water splashed generously over his artificial companion with a satisfying slap, and flowed quickly down the curves of her body.

The external flame was extinguished, though as soapy water washed down to the floor Candy's doused remote control crackled with renewed intensity. Motors churned and sparks flashed inside that wet, soapy chest, accompanied by several distinct 'pop's, then a sudden, loud explosion made Camilla jump and several other guests cry out in alarm. A vast plume of smoke appeared from behind the mechanically grinding pleasure droid and rose up from her back. Camilla noticed guests standing behind the Automate looking extremely shocked. She saw Lisa leaning around, examining Candy's back and gasping suddenly, putting a hand to her mouth. The same prerecorded moan issued steadily from Candy's mouth, clicking as it repeated. Candy's bust dripped wetly, the rubber gloves continued their laborious, mechanised circular massage. The fabric of her wet dress clung to her body and left leg, soapy bubbles drifting slowly down her tanned, and now shiny, exposed right thigh.

Amidst the internal crackling if circuits, Camilla noticed a new repetitious pumping sound. Alarmed, she became aware that the blissfully moaning pleasure droid's ample bosom was expanding once again. The scant silky fabric at her bust seemed to be tightening rapidly. There were balloon-like, rubbery squeaking sounds from her bulging breasts as her rubber gloved hands continued caressing them. Camilla could not tell if the sound was caused by the gloves caressing the unnaturally stretching skin, or the overly inflated breasts rubbing together. To be honest, she didn't really want to know. Charlie, having finally noticed the remote control on the floor, put down the bucket and quickly picked up the other device. He pushed some buttons desperately.

"Candy?" he said, looking up to check for any response, then he tried some more. The remote just fizzled in his hands.

"Candy!"

Unsurprisingly, there was no response - except for that embarrassingly orgasmic sigh, still clicking repeatedly as the breasts continued to swell. A new distinct blaring alarm warned suddenly of impending danger, to no avail.

There was a dreadful tearing sound. Camilla at first expected that the straining dress was finally giving way, but it held. Candy's right breast however seemed suddenly to rise inexorably upward. It wasn't that it was expanding quicker than it's counterpart - to the contrary, it's bronze skin seemed suddenly less stretched. Thick smoke began to issue from Candy's right side, joining that appearing from the orifices of her unlively face. Leaning a little to her left, Camilla peered at Candy's right flank. She was alarmed to see that smoke was issuing from a split in Candy's skin. Where the breast had previously joined her body, a bulging grey balloon had forced it's way partially out of the new seam, the retreating dome of tanned, dripping wet 'skin' pushing upward. Camilla straightened and felt tempted to look away completely.

With more balloon-like squeaking, the right breast rose up and shrank slightly, the nipple popping up out of that soaking wet dress. Visible crackles persisted within the now undeniably plastic woman, and the inexorable inflation of the androids balloon-like bust seemed finally to have stopped. Smoke was issuing steadily from every orifice - Camilla even noticed a plume of smoke or steam appearing from the inner side of Candy's upper right thigh, where the long, wet dress was split. There was another crackle from within Candy's slim neck and whatever mechanism was emitting the repetitive sigh, was now struggling to even function. The sensual husky moan began to cut in and out, starting and stopping seemingly at different pitches.

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Surveying the defunct sex toy, as it sighed artificially and continued caressing it's bulbous, swollen breasts, it's purpose seemed utterly clear. Charlie looked about uneasily as more guests moved to leave. A sudden flurry of crackles sputtered within his smouldering doll. Several straining, whirring motors ground quickly to a halt as the repetitive circular motion of the caressing rubber gloves finally slowed and stopped. Alarms stopped abruptly with crackles followed by quickly descending mechanical hums. There was a brief whistling fizzle and then the remote in Charlie's hand crackled. He yelped and reflexively tossed it away onto the couch, where it bounced pleasantly. With the sound of a hydraulic piston shutting off and winding down rapidly, Candy's tall, precariously balanced body flinched and toppled sideways and backwards onto the couch. Bouncing rigidly, the athletically toned body rolled stiffly down onto the floor, coming to rest on it's front, though leaned slightly to the left side. Her head swung loosely from side to side for a moment, eventually facing the floor. Smoke still issued from the ears and mouth in puffs, as that synthesised moan continued searching for the evasive correct pitch.

Camilla was alarmed to notice an unsightly hole roughly four inches square in the middle of that otherwise flawless back. A huge tangled mass of circuits and smoking wires protruded out of the smouldering cavity. Those toned arms, still bent stiffly at the elbows, had been pushed back slightly by the fall, the elbows sticking up at angles above the otherwise flawlessly tanned back. The shapely torso wobbled unsteadily on it's over-inflated bust, balanced somewhat by it's rigid rubber-gloved hands and flexed athletic legs, still frozen in that recklessly taken stride. Noxious steam and smoke rose up from the tanned, wet and immobile, slender body. That digitised, stuttering moan continued falteringly, apparently still oblivious to any problem, accompanied still by a single deep alarm, bleeping slowly and steadily.

"I think she's had a little to much to drink." Camilla suggested, glancing down at the empty bucket on the floor beside Charlie, as murmuring guests shuffled out of the door.

The End.

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Charlie's Second-Hand Angel

2016-09-23T19:12:06Z

JohnFabar4: Added story to malfunction category.

Episode 2 of "Destined For The Junkpile"
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The voice inside the apartment door was not the one Camilla had expected to hear. To begin with it was a woman's.

"Just a second, honey!" the girl had called out from inside, a moment after Camilla's firm knock.

As she waited, Camilla pondered how Charlie could have found himself a new partner so quickly. It had been scarcely a month since their divorce and, in her admittedly subjective opinion, Charlie was hardly Prince Charming. Perhaps he had been able to patch things up with the 'other woman' somehow. Then Camilla remembered the other woman's parents had tracked her down and sent her away to a modeling college in Europe somewhere. For a moment she toyed with the thought that the woman might be Charlie's maid, but then it occurred to her that maids don't generally call their employer "honey". Her perplexed train of thought was interrupted when the door opened.

"What do you think of....Oh!" said a startled voice.

Camilla was suddenly face to face with a very attractive young woman, who's enthusiastic smile was already fading. The girl had long dark brown hair, and glistening brown eyes. She was wearing bright white high heels and a rather scant floral dress, which Camilla could only assume she had been expecting to model for Charlie. No doubt the brightly colored dress would have met with Charlie's approval. It revealed most of the girl's long, toned, shapely legs, and featured a low neck-line, exposing much of the young woman's conspicuously silicon-enhanced cleavage. The whole outfit seemed to be held up by a single fine strap that curved around the back of the girl's neck. There was no denying the young woman was strikingly attractive - a beacon of exotic beauty - if a little stereotypically so. She looked to have some Spanish blood, with those deep brown eyes and that olive complexion. Her hair was perfectly styled and shining with health. Her face too was stunning - flawlessly made up. And her body belonged in a fashion magazine - though with that enlarged bust, Camilla doubted the girl would fit into most cat-walk fashion.

There was an awkward pause.

"I think it looks wonderful." complimented Camilla eventually, though somewhat reluctantly. The girl still seemed startled.

"Who are you?" she asked, at last acknowledging that she did not recognize Camilla.

"I'm Camilla Harcourt, Charlie's ex-wife...." Camilla extended her right hand. "I take it he's not returned from work yet...." It seemed that the girl was too preoccupied with taking in Camilla's comment to offer her the courtesy of shaking her hand. Instead, the girl frowned and crossed her arms. It also occurred to Camilla that due to the size of the girl's bust, crossing her arms might prove a difficult task, but she seemed to manage it all right.

"That's right. He's not home yet." the shapely girl confirmed coldly.

"Well, I've arranged to meet him here after work. We've a few things to discuss relating to our divorce." continued Camilla.

The girl pouted a little suspiciously, and shifted her weight to one leg, staring defiantly at Camilla. Camilla was becoming increasingly annoyed. She waited, determined that the scantily clad brunette should speak next. As she waited, she decided the girl wore too much makeup, and had spent too much time at tanning clinics. The girl's skin now seemed unnaturally brown, and unnervingly radiant.

Eventually, Camilla's patience wore out.

"Well, do you know when he'll be in?" she inquired. She began to wonder if all conversations with this girl took this long. Camilla was surprised by the girl for once, who responded immediately.

"Charlie should be home shortly." she said. There was another pause. The girl flicked her head gently, tossing her hair gracefully off her shoulders. Then she continued staring.

"Well, would you mind if I waited for him inside?" suggested Camilla impatiently. Once again the inquiry seemed to be taking some considerable time to make sense to the attractive girl. Her mouth seemed poised to speak, but her now slightly glazed eyes just stared inertly. She said something quietly, that Camilla did not quite catch.

"Pardon me?" Camilla said, leaning forward a little, but the girl did not respond. Her plastic earrings glistened garishly as she continued staring with a somewhat startled expression. Shortly she smiled and chirped,

"Okay, sure Camilla!"

She stepped back and invited Camilla in. Camilla moved through the doorway finally into the apartment which, she immediately noticed, was remarkably tidier than when she last had had to visit Charlie. Gone were the dishes from the coffee table. Gone were the scattered pieces of clothing from the furniture, and floor. It actually seemed pleasant. Camilla also noticed that there no longer seemed to be that repugnant odor emanating from the kitchen area off to her left. Camilla's astonishment was distracted by the sound of the apartment door clicking firmly shut. She turned to face the voluptuous young woman who was now smiling broadly. The girl had a nice smile, Camilla conceded. Having finally been allowed into the apartment Camilla resolved to give the girl another chance.

"And what's your name?" Camilla asked, returning a friendly smile. The girl's brown eyes sparkled.

"Candice." she replied proudly, walking to the couch. She sat and crossed her legs elegantly, placing her hands one over the other on her knee, "but you can call me Candy."

Camilla restrained a laugh.

"Candy?" she repeated doubtfully. The girl nodded a couple of times, oblivious to Camilla's disbelief.

"Uh huh." the girl assured her. Camilla slowly found herself a seat opposite the elegantly poised woman and placed her briefcase uneasily beside her chair. Candy just sat there smiling, staring at Camilla with those deep brown sparkling eyes.

"So," Camilla started, "how long have you been living with Charlie?"

Candy shrugged, suddenly aloof.

"Oh, I dunno. Not long." she sighed. Her elevated foot began bouncing restlessly and she looked around the lounge in apparent disinterest. Camilla continued.

"How..." she paused, trying to be diplomatic, "How 'secure' are you in your relationship?"

This remark seemed to regain Candy's attention. She looked somewhat perplexed and put her head slightly to one side.

"What do you mean?" she asked, frowning faintly.

"What I mean to say is..." Camilla hesitated again, then decided to screw diplomacy. She sat forward in her chair. "The main reason Charlie and I divorced was because he was unfaithful." Camilla explained. Candy began smiling and nodding, a smug look of realization on her face. Camilla continued.

"How much do you trust him?" she pressed.

"I trust him very much." Candy assured Camilla, "We're very much in love. He gives me everything I need, and I give him everything he wants."

Camilla hesitated to be too judgmental, but the young woman really did give the impression of being a rather stereotypical 'bimbo'. It seemed to Camilla that the girl was reading a description of her relationship off the back of a sugary cereal box. Camilla persevered.

"Okay, but, he was unfaithful to me." she stressed again, "Doesn't that make you even a little concerned?"

The smug smirk on Candy's face didn't falter.

"Oh Charlie told me all about that." she explained, rolling her eyes, "and from the sound of it, the woman was actually a lot like me. Y'know. Young. Attractive. Quite a lot different to you. I think Charlie just needed a change."

It was clear to Camilla that the girl was speaking without the slightest hint of malice, but it was the fact that she was so utterly unaware of her remarks' tactlessness that made her all the more offensive. That the girl had only heard Charlie's side of the story bothered Camilla too. She could only gasp a disbelieving laugh. Naturally, Candy failed even to notice.

"Charlie says I'm the kind he really goes for." Candy continued. Her posture straightened a little as if to accentuate her preposterously proportioned figure. One hand moved delicately to her narrow waist.

"With a body like mine, I think I'll keep him around." she said playfully, for the first time displaying sarcasm. Camilla sat there, trying to restrain herself from clobbering the vacuous girl right then and there. Camilla decided instead that the girl needed her help.

"Candy, do your parents know you're here with Charlie?" she pried. Candy continued smiling, but for a moment did not seem to know how to reply.

"My parents?" she asked quizzically, her serene expression fading a little.

"Yes. Y'know. Your Mom and Dad." Camilla pressed, "Do they know you're here?"

Candy's mouth opened, but she failed to speak. She seemed confused by Camilla's simple inquiry. Her sparkling eyes glazed over slightly.

"Searching." she said flatly, staring straight through Camilla.

Now Camilla was confused.

"What, your parents are searching for you?" she proffered. Candy did not reply, staring vacantly. Camilla leaned further toward the obviously troubled young woman. "Candy, is that it? Are your parents looking for you?"

"Searching." Candy repeated, in that same uncharacteristically unenthusiastic tone. Then suddenly the focus returned to her eyes, and the smile to her face. "I finished college a couple years ago and have done the odd bit of modeling here and there," she explained, "but Charlie gives me something I've never got from any other man - real love." Candy beamed, clearly proud of her deep admiration for Charlie.

Camilla could not hide her bewilderment. It occurred to her that this girl might have been brainwashed - How else could they be talking about the same Charlie? And what was with her sugar-coated lines? Too many day-time soaps, Camilla decided. Perhaps she suffered some sort of mental illness. Camilla began to wonder if it was in fact Charlie that needed her help. She considered warning Charlie that he might be living with a dangerous psychotic, but then she decided that it might be more interesting not to warn him.

Candy looked about the room, disinterested once again.

"Well, it looks like Charlie might be running a little late," she sighed eventually, "so you'll excuse me if I do a little last minute cleaning, okay?"

In one fluid motion, she uncrossed her legs, leaned forward and stood elegantly, her hands poised delicately at her sides.

"But this place is spotless!" Camilla pointed out, looking around the room for any sign of untidiness. Candy smiled down at her serenely.

"Maybe to you, Camilla, but not to me." She turned, rounded the couch and headed across the room.

As Camilla watched the girl walk across the room, it struck her how even her movements seemed sugary-sweet. Her poised hands. The toe-heel steps of a trained model. She seemed to have a meticulous elegance that pervaded everything she did. The young woman opened a cupboard and removed the main section of a vacuum cleaner, placing it on the floor. While the girl was bent over, Camilla could see how even the contents of the cupboard were arranged neatly. The voluptuous brunette seemed to know exactly where each required piece was stored and as she repeatedly reached from cupboard to floor, assembling the machine, the impression was one of clockwork efficiency - Like a robot on a car production line. Camilla's train of thought was interrupted when a stack of magazines suddenly fell from a shelf in the cupboard above the studious girl. Camilla was secretly pleased and could not restrain a smirk when Candy cried out as the magazines scattered about her, immediately interrupting her efficient assembly of the vacuum cleaner.

"Oh gee! What a mess!" she gasped, noticeably and overly distressed, "And Charlie will be home soon, too!"

She bent down and began regathering the offending articles. Camilla got up quickly.

"Here, I'll give you a hand" she offered, crossing the room toward the deeply bronzed brunette. Camilla crouched down to the floor and likewise began collecting magazines and stacking them in a pile in front of her.

"Thank you so much." Candy sighed over appreciatively. Looking across at Camilla, and still bent forward, she was clearly unconscious of how obviously her breast implants showed. Camilla suddenly felt sorry for the young woman. What drove the young woman to want to please everyone? - even to the extent of having her body altered? - and at such a young age....The picturesque woman seemed sadly devoid of her true personality.

"That's no problem." Camilla assured her, trying to smile. She glanced down at yet another stray magazine that lay open on the floor. She was about to add it to the tidy pile in front of her when the headline on the page to which it had fallen open caught her eye.

"This month's special feature," the headline read, "The All New Chantelle Series." It was the word 'Series' that intrigued Camilla. The page featured a large glossy photograph of a blond woman wearing only her black underwear whilst lying on a bed.

Frowning, Camilla checked the cover.

"AutoMates Inc." was the magazine's title. The cover featured a group of similarly tanned bikini-clad women, and the caption "The women of your dreams." Camilla flicked back to the page which had first grabbed her attention. She began to read the article. It opened with an introductory paragraph.

"Not since the Darlene 121 models has AutoMates Inc. put so many ground breaking innovations into one fantastic creation. From the Chantelle Entrancer model, right up to the luxurious Chantelle Xtasy 560, we've fashioned what we're calling.....'The Perfect Series'. Read on and discover......"

Camilla found that she couldn't in fact read on any further. She glanced feverishly at the array of photographs featured in the two page spread. All depicted the same attractive blond woman in various poses; Seated at a restaurant; Playing tennis; Kissing a man; Dusting an ornate china cabinet.

"Can I take those, Camilla?" Candy asked suddenly, distracting Camilla from the magazine. She was leaned forward with one hand outstretched to receive the small pile of magazines, the other clutching a larger stack at her bosom. The girl's blemishless smiling face was just inches from Camilla's. Staring into those glistening brown eyes, Camilla began to feel uneasy about how all too perfect they seemed. She managed a smile and cleared her throat.

"No, that's fine. I'll get them, Candy." she insisted.

The over-endowed brunette was clearly a little surprised by the reply.

"Oh, okay." she chirped. The shapely young woman stood and returned her pile of magazines to their place on the cupboard's top shelf. Camilla watched her as she moved to the vacuum cleaner, delicately taking its power cord and heading toward a power socket to plug it in - still moving with the same contrived elegance, an expression of overwhelming serenity on her flawless face.

Camilla looked back to the magazine once again and began flicking through the pages. Shortly she came to an alphabeticised section. Each page was highlighted by a new name - Barbera - Bianca - Blanche. Each featured a large photograph of the named woman, who was invariably mostly undressed, and a small section of text - presumably a profile of her more 'attractive characteristics'. Camilla continued flicking through the pages. She had heard from news reports in recent months of breakthroughs in cybernetic technology, but surely this had to be some sort of a joke. Or perhaps it was a novelty fantasy magazine. Nonetheless she continued. The names flashed by. Caitlan. Catherine. Darlene. Deborah. Camilla stopped abruptly and flicked back a few pages. Between Caitlan and Catherine, a page had been torn out.

Suddenly the vacuum cleaner started up. With a start, Camilla looked up. The brunette was bent forward with one hand placed delicately on top of the machine, the other taking hold of the cleaner's nozzle. Her sizable cleavage was clearly displayed.

The girl's ludicrous figure bore an alarming resemblance to those depicted in the magazine. Her body had the same blemishless complexion. An identical deep even tan. The same trim shapely legs, and an exaggerated pinched waist. And those breasts. They were so generously and shamelessly oversized. At that moment Candy looked across at Camilla and smiled. Camilla looked away, back at the magazine, and closed it, adding it finally to the pile in front of her. She closed her eyes for a second, and realized she was getting a little paranoid. There was nothing to say that Candy was one of these so-called 'AutoMates', if the magazine was even genuine. And where would Charlie find the money to buy one of these presumably priceless 'perfect women' anyway?

Camilla sighed and chuckled to herself, then took the pile of magazines and stood, moving to the cupboard. As she reached up to place them on the top shelf, she noticed Candy's name written below the shelf, on the back wall of the cupboard. A moment's closer inspection revealed that what Camilla had thought to be the back wall was in fact a large collapsed industrial cardboard box, folded up and resting at the back of the cupboard. Camilla noticed several markings on it.

"Hi there. I'm Candice." was printed on the large folded up box, just beneath a small clear plastic panel. Below that there was printed,

'Devonmall AutoMates Inc.' and, still further down and repeated off to the left side,

'Fragile. Electronics.'

Camilla gasped, and put her hands at her mouth. Her pile of precariously balanced magazines came tumbling back down around her.

Immediately the vacuum shut off. Camilla, still with her hands at her face, turned to face Candy who was approaching gracefully.

"Oh gee! What a mess!" Candy gasped, looking dispirited, "And Charlie will be home soon, too!" She bent forward at the waist and began collecting the magazines once again. Camilla eyed her suspiciously, then got an idea. She pushed the second stack of magazines down off the shelf. The scantily clad voluptuous girl had not yet rectified the first mess, but she stood and looked down around her.

"Oh gee! What a mess!" she gasped yet again, "And Charlie will be home soon, too!"

The emphasis and intonation were so noticeably identical to how she had made the same remark just moments earlier that it seemed as if Candy were replaying a recording. The girl leaned forward again and continued regathering the magazines. Camilla glanced once again at the large box folded up at the back of the cupboard. Something occurred to her.

"Candy?" she began firmly, "What's your last name?"

Candy was collecting the last of the magazines.

"What's that, Camilla?" she asked casually, though it was obvious that she must have heard the question. The voluptuous girl stood upright, still smiling serenely.

"What's your last name, Candy?" Camilla repeated, still more firmly.

"My last name, Camilla?" Candy asked, adopting her increasingly typical perplexed expression. Her head was slightly to one side, her arms crossed in front of her, clutching the magazines.

"Yes. You know. The name that comes after your first one?" Camilla demanded gruffly, "What's your last name?"

Once again the picturesque girl seemed unable to formulate a reply. Her deep brown eyes lost their focus. Her whole appearance suddenly seemed strangely and unnaturally inert.

"Hello? Anybody home?" Camilla pressed, tempted to wave a hand in front of the inanimate girl's face.

Shortly the girl spoke.

"Searching." she said softly, without expression. Camilla began to realize the significance of the word. She waited. After a moment the ridiculously proportioned girl spoke again.

"Searching." the statuesque brunette repeated automatically.

Then Camilla heard a sound that confirmed to her what she had suspected. A kind of mechanical buzz. It lasted only a moment, but Camilla was sure it came from inside the girl's body. A moment later the smile returned to that flawless face and those deep brown eyes refocused on Camilla.

"I'm Candice." the curvaceous brunette recited cheerfully, her enthusiastic eyes glistening with renewed playfulness, "but you can call me Candy." The caricature of feminine perfection then stepped past Camilla to the cupboard and returned the magazines once again to the top shelf.

Camilla was agape. She was now convinced that the unnaturally bronzed young woman was in fact nothing more than a life-sized Barbie-doll-like robot. Camilla watched the artificial 'dream girl' as she turned away and returned to the vacuum cleaner. Once there the leggy brunette leaned forward from the waist, collecting the vacuum cleaner's hose in one hand and reactivated the machine with the other, the girl's forward bent pose exposing her toned rear end for a moment. To Camilla, the girl's repeated body flaunting poses now seemed like an unconscious pre-programmed maneuver aimed at displaying as much of the robotic girl's cartoonish figure as possible - a figure of which her builders were undoubtedly so proud.

Camilla was annoyed that when she had earlier joked to herself about how the girl moved with uncanny robotic efficiency, she had failed to realize the simile was actually true. Camilla also suddenly realized that earlier she had actually felt sorry for the manufactured plaything. She knew now that the reason the vacuous nymph seemed so devoid of any personality was because it didn't even have one. Candy really was a robot. And most importantly of all - Charlie's robot. Though she knew she shouldn't care, this irritated Camilla more than anything. This big-breasted bionic bimbo was apparently Charlie's idea of the perfect woman! This made Camilla want to find out just how fragile the plastic girl's electronics were - by means of a large brick.

Returning to her seat and watching the idyllic fantasy girl continue her vacuuming, Camilla appreciated now just how things worked with 'Little Miss Perfect' around. The glorified Barbie-doll kept the apartment clean, kept herself pretty for Charlie, and gave him 'everything he wants', to use the charlatan's own words. Camilla was fast becoming furious - with Charlie, and with 'AutoMates Incorporated' for manufacturing such an unashamedly sexist reproduction of womanhood. She decided Charlie needed to be taught a lesson. She wasn't exactly sure what that lesson was, but she knew it involved getting the artificial archaic fantasy of a woman out of Charlie's life - preferably in several separate garbage bags. For a moment Camilla considered just prizing off the plaything's head with a large kitchen implement of some sort, but the prospect of then having to pay the bill lessened the impact of her protest somehow. And Charlie would simply be able to buy himself another 'dream girl'.

Perplexed, Camilla tried to come up with a way of taking the shapely doll out of the picture, without leaving any evidence of foul play. Eventually, she conceded that she would have to wait for another time, as Charlie was about to meet with her shortly, and if 'Little Miss Perfect' was in several smoldering pieces on his arrival home, Camilla would of course be prime suspect number one. Camilla could only sit and watch the long-legged, big breasted robo-bimbo continue vacuuming, blissfully unaware of how she offended Camilla so.

At that moment the phone rang. Immediately Candy leaned forward and delicately turned off the vacuum cleaner once again. As the machine ground to a halt, Camilla watched the shapely young woman walk toward the kitchen area at the far end of the room, and pick up the telephone receiver.

"Hello, Charlie's residence. Candice speaking." she chimed, her smooth, flawless back to Camilla. "Oh, hi honey!" she gasped excitedly.

Camilla glanced around the room and spied what she suspected was the door to the bedroom. Checking that Miss Perfect's faculties were completely engrossed in deep conversation with Charlie, she stood and moved quickly to the door. She pushed it open, moved inside and closed it behind her.

"Bingo!" she whispered, moving to the bed-side telephone. She picked it up gingerly and raised it to her ear.

"...has gone on longer than we'd expected, baby." Charlie was explaining, "So I'd like you to do me a favor, okay?"

"Uh-huh, anything." Candy gushed huskily from the other end.

"Well, with the meeting running late, I'd prefer not to have to pick up something to eat on my way home. I'd like you to cook me something, okay?"

"Uh-huh. What would you like?" Candy breathed.

"Thatta girl!" Charlie replied, "Surprise me. Just use the green cook-book, all right?"

As she listened, Camilla noticed a red sheet of paper lying beside the phone. She picked it up.

"Stop Press!" was printed in block letters across the top, "Quality second-hand AutoMates at bargain prices!" read the next line. Beneath that there were two columns of 'dream girl' names and serial numbers. Camilla noticed one was circled.

"Candice, Seductress Model." she read, "One owner. Excellent condition. Call Thomas at our Devonmall branch."

Now Camilla noticed a small jotter-pad, and beneath that what she quickly recognized as the missing page from the 'AutoMates Inc.' magazine. She picked this page up too. There she was, in only a tiny fluorescent green bikini, her unwieldy bust bulging out everywhere. Candy. Her hair was a different style - shorter, and teased untidily - but the resemblance was unmistakable. Below the photograph there were three paragraphs. While being careful to monitor the conversation still continuing between Charlie and his curvaceous trophy, Camilla began to read.

"With her year-round tan, and built-for-the-beach body, the 'Candy' series will appeal to the outdoor adventure seeker. Candy doesn't only look good on the sand......Now, with new Impulseals(tm) you can take her for a playful splash in the surf, or on an intimate stroll in the rain. Or if you're in an indoor mood, why not share a sensuous hot shower?"

This paragraph was immediately followed by a tiny asterisk. Camilla glanced to the bottom of the page to find an equally insignificant disclaimer.

"While the 'Candice' series is water resistant, total immersion in water is not recommended." Camilla made a mental note of that and continued reading the main text.

"But it's not just Candy's body that makes her so appealing. As you'd expect, with all that time spent at the beach getting the perfect tan, Candy doesn't care too much for boring reasoning and dizzying intellectualizations - she's the perfect beach bimbo! She much prefers just to have fun - a principle we're certain you'll more than approve of when you discover just what we mean by a body that's 'built for the beach'.

Candy's figure is clearly one intended for more revealing attire. Her 'dream-girl' contoured body features fantastic measurements - 39, 22, 36 - and is perfectly at home in the skimpiest swim wear. Candy's not built to be a genius with numbers, but we're sure you'll agree her voluptuous curves add up to fun, fun, fun! Check her out soon, at your nearest AutoMates Showroom."

The other side of the page featured more specific statistics, and prices of the different models. Camilla had to remind herself she was holding a live telephone receiver, and restrain a gasp at seeing the prices, some in excess of two hundred thousand dollars. She noticed however, that the 'Candice Seductress' was one of the cheaper models - more expensive than only the "Candice Entrancer'. She went to put both pages down, when she noticed the jotter pad again. It was covered in messy scribbles which Camilla recognized as Charlie's rushed dictation script.

"Candy Seduct." she began to decipher, "Re-cond. after mild short out (comp. overload) Programming intact. Difficulty with multiplication (irrep. circuit damage) Best avoid. All other func. 100%. Great body. Hou/wk programmed. Cash discount."

That was all. Charlie had presumably visited the Devonmall branch, made a deal, and the air headed artificial trinket of a woman in the other room had been delivered the next day.

"Difficulty with multiplication...best avoid" read Camilla again. Perhaps if the brunette dream girl in the other room had scrambled her circuits dealing with mathematics in the past, she could be led to do the same once again. Camilla's attention was suddenly turned back to the conversation drawing to a close on the phone receiver still pressed to her ear.

"Okay then, gotta go honey. I should be home in a couple hours or so." Charlie explained. Camilla noticed that Charlie had said he would be home late, but not that he would be late for his meeting with her. Could it be that he had forgotten about the appointment? If so, Charlie need never know Camilla had been there.

"Okay." Candy replied huskily, "I'll be waiting for you."

"All right babe. See you soon."

"I want you Charlie." Candy breathed softly. Camilla heard Charlie chuckle nervously.

"Okay, bye." He hung up.

Camilla put the receiver down, arranged the papers she had moved into the order she had found them and went back to the door. She opened it and stepped back into the lounge area. The artificial young woman had returned to the vacuum cleaner and seemed surprised to see Camilla emerging from the bedroom.

"I was just using the toilet." Camilla explained quickly as she sat down again. Candy absorbed that for a moment, then smiled and leaned forward, dismantling the vacuum cleaner. As Camilla watched the curvaceous creation pack the machine away, the tropically bronzed brunette appeared all the more startlingly artificial. That mysterious meticulous elegance now seemed mechanically conceived - every move elegantly poised for maximum visual appeal. Camilla started to wonder how she had even been taken in by the absurdly fantastical figure of the girl to begin with. Her outlandish body really did look like a life sized Barbie doll, and even her over-tanned complexion now appeared to exhibit an unnatural sheen.

By now Candy had finished putting the machine back in its cupboard. Camilla watched the robotic young woman delicately close the door to the cupboard, then walk to the far end of the apartment, around the kitchen counter into the black and white tiled kitchen area - every move made as if she were modeling on an invisible cat-walk. Camilla wanted so much to see that plastic caricature of femininity in several inelegant, broken pieces. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Charlie had simply forgotten about their meeting. Which meant, provided she was gone before Charlie arrived home, Little Miss Perfect was fair game. There was just the small problem of leaving no evidence of foul play....

Camilla stood and, feigning disinterest, wandered over to the counter that divided off the kitchen from the rest of the apartment.

"So, who was that on the phone?" she asked casually.

Candy was half bent over a drawer on the opposite side of the counter, leafing through the drawer's contents - her unavoidable, over-inflated bust once again on display. She removed a small green book and pushed the drawer shut with her other hand.

"Oh, It was Charlie. He's running late." replied the girl, rolling her eyes and sighing, "He works so hard, the poor guy." She then placed the book on the kitchen counter and began flicking through the pages curiously.

"So, what did he want?" Camilla pressed. Candy replied without looking up,

"He wanted me to cook him dinner." She stopped searching through the recipe book, her deep brown eyes staring down at it while she held the pages carefully open with her impeccably manicured hands.

"Oh, that's nice. What are you going to cook?" Camilla asked.

Candy was frowning a little, still looking at the book.

"I think I'll cook him lasagna." she replied. She looked up, her flawless face suddenly excited.

"Charlie really likes lasagna!" the attractive girl explained clearly. "Uh-huh, lasagna it is."

"Right." Camilla breathed uneasily, trying - but failing - to look like she shared Candy's excitement. Candy returned her attention to the recipe book.

Suddenly Camilla got an idea - an idea that would test the beach bimbo's mathematical skills.

"How many people does the recipe serve?" she asked innocently.

"All the recipes in this book are meals for one." Candy replied, in deep consternation surveying the list of ingredients. Camilla frowned in feigned curiosity.

"But won't you be having any?" she asked. Candy looked up again and placed each of her hands on either side of her slender waist.

"Oh no." she gasped, clearly outraged, "I like to watch my figure." She resumed reading the recipe. Camilla thought for a moment.

"Candy," she began. Candy looked up again, utterly failing to look the slightest bit annoyed, as any real person would after being distracted so repeatedly. Camilla continued, "Waiting so long for Charlie's made me really hungry. Would it be too much trouble if I stayed for dinner as well?"

Candy just stared. Camilla waited. It took her a moment to realise that her request had completely immobilised the vacuous girl once again.

"Searching." the stunning brunette droned vacantly. Shortly that serene smile returned to her face.

"Oh sure, Camilla! You'd be more than welcome!" Candy gushed, her eyes sparkling playfully.

"Great." said Camilla, smiling. She composed herself and said very clearly, "So, just make a double serving, okay?"

Candy's smile faltered a little. Her head cocked to one side.

"A double serving?" she repeated, looking confused but still trying to smile.

"Yes." explained Camilla slowly, "Just double all the ingredients."

Candy just stared and blinked slowly. Camilla was desperately trying to think of the simplest way to put it.

"Times by two." she blurted suddenly.

She watched the voluptuous young woman take in her explanation. From Candy's expression it seemed that the shapely machine's processors were once again having some difficulty formulating a reply. Her eyebrows were raised a little, her mouth opened slightly and her eyes unfocused in an altogether dumbfounded expression. Camilla began to suspect that the mere mention of multiplication had been enough to fuse the vacuous robot's brain, when the inanimate brunette spoke softly.

"Processing" she murmured automatically, still staring vacantly straight through Camilla. Camilla could imagine cogs ticking over feverishly in the young woman's brain. Suddenly that familiar playful smile returned to the robotic girl's face.

"Oh, I see!" she laughed in realization, her sparkling eyes rolling, "Times by two." The gorgeous young woman looked back down at the recipe book.

"Okay, so... eighty grams of lasagna." she read softly, immediately shaking her head and sighing, "No, that's too tough for me." She looked up, her eyes rolling in artificial embarrassment.

"I'm such an air-head!" she gasped, asking, "What's eighty times two, Camilla?"

The busty brunette stared, her head at a slight angle, awaiting the information with an expectant smile. It seemed a little ironic to Camilla that out of the two of them, it was the one with a computer mother-board for a brain that couldn't do mathematics. Still, that's how the 'perfect beach bimbo' was designed, so Camilla wasn't about to let her off the hook easily. She just shrugged, and lied.

"I don't know. You tell me. What's eighty times two, Candy?"

For the second time, Candy seemed a little taken aback by Camilla's reply.

"Gee, I never was too good with math." she explained, with a nervous laugh and she looked back down at the book in front of her. The fingernails of her right hand began tapping on the counter rhythmically.

"Eighty times two...Hmm....eighty times two..." she murmured softly. This presumably was when the helpless plaything's owner was expected to offer assistance, but Camilla declined. Candy's plastic earrings jangled uneasily. Camilla just waited as the attractive brunette lapsed into silence. She suddenly realized the curvaceous robot was once again completely inert. This time Camilla did not resist the temptation to wave her hand in front of the attractive girl's vacant face. Unsurprisingly, there was no response.

"Processing." the robotic young woman said flatly. Camilla was startled a little by a familiar but sudden mechanical buzz sounding from within the girl. However, where previously the voluptuous robot-bimbo had immediately sprung back to life, this time she remained immobile, just staring down at the recipe book with that same perplexed expression.

"Processing." The dream girl's lips were all that moved, mouthing the word automatically. There was yet another mechanical buzz from inside the girl's body, and when it was followed briefly by an abrupt abrasive crunching noise, Camilla could not help but wince. Candy's head twitched and she blinked, then finally that characteristic serene smile returned to her face. Her glistening eyes focused blissfully on Camilla.

"Eighty times two is one hundred and sixty." she gushed proudly, as if she deserved applause. Getting none, she turned away and stepped elegantly to the other side of the kitchen area, where she opened the pantry.

Camilla watched as she bent forward slightly, the back of her floral skirt lifting to reveal even more of those bronzed trim plastic legs of which the people at 'AutoMates Inc.' were presumably so proud. The girl's blemishless, deeply tanned, contoured back glistened unnaturally in the fluorescent lighting. Shortly the shapely female robot stood, turned to face Camilla and returned to where the recipe book lay on the counter - her gravity defying bust bobbing with each step. Once returned, she carefully placed a small packet of lasagna which she had retrieved from the pantry onto the counter, then delicately pointed her right index finger to the recipe book and continued reading.

"Now, forty grams of tomato paste." she chimed confidently, "Hmm....Forty times two...." Almost immediately she shrugged and gasped "Well, I dunno." then predictably looked across to Camilla again.

"What's forty times two, Camilla?" the automated bimbo asked, frowning quizzically and awaiting a reply. Once again Camilla just smiled back and said,

"Gee, I dunno Candy. What is forty times two?"

Candy stared, dumbstruck for a moment, then her brown eyes looked upward as if thinking. She brought her right index finger up to her bottom lip in yet another transparent attempt to strengthen the illusion that the 'AutoMate' was deep in thought and in need of assistance.

"Gee, I never was too good with math." Candy breathed, still looking upward, in fraudulent consternation. Camilla just waited - she could guess what was coming next.

Shortly the hand that was raised to the robot girl's chin lowered slowly, but then it jerked to a standstill a few inches from her face. The increasingly artificial appearing 'dream girl' was completely inactive yet again. To Camilla the vacant brunette seemed posed like a store-window mannequin - one that was obviously advertising silicon breast implants.

"Processing." the life sized figurine recited coldly. Immediately there was another mechanical buzz from inside the girl's chest. The statuesque brunette remained inactive, bar speaking again.

"Processing." she repeated instantly. The buzzing also repeated, followed again by a crunching sound, even more abrasive than before. Immediately she smiled dreamily at Camilla.

"Forty times two is eighty." she breathed softly, her right hand lowering daintily to her side finally. She turned away, faced the refrigerator on the far side of the kitchen, stepped gracefully toward it, delicately pulled the refrigerator door open and leaned forward. Camilla felt that the shapely robot was due for yet another taxing mathematical problem and glanced down at the recipe book, turning it around to face her.

"While you're there," she began, "the recipe here says you need twenty grams of cheese."

Candy was bent over provocatively, away from Camilla, in her characteristic leg-flaunting pose, with one hand resting gently on the open refrigerator door, the other outstretched toward the top shelf of the appliance.

"Uh huh." replied Charlie's 'perfect woman', her outstretched hand rising to her face. "Gee - twenty times two - that's a tough one." she sighed.

"Yeah." Camilla agreed, pre-emptively asking, "What is twenty times two, Candy?"

"Twenty times two is...Ummm..." sighed the crookedly posed 'dream girl'. Her dark brown trusses bounced in waves as she shook her head. "Boy, I'm such a bimbo..."

Ignoring the AutoMate's pre-programmed ploy to illicit her help, Camilla continued.

"Oh, and don't forget the tomato paste." she reminded the buxom young woman, "It says forty grams here, but we have to times that by two, don't we?" she pointed out.

"Forty times two....Hmm...Forty times two..." Candy chimed thoughtfully, her hand reaching back toward the top shelf of the refrigerator.

"Yes, what is forty times two, Candy?" Camilla pressed, checking the recipe book for more ingredients, before Candy could reply, "Oh! And one egg - but don't forget to times that by two." she blurted.

"Okay, so...One times two is....Umm..." Candy lilted automatically and her outstretched arm lowered to the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.

"Gee, I'm getting confused." she said, as if only just realizing the fact - It seemed an obvious understatement to Camilla, "How many eggs do I need?" Candy asked, still leaning forward toward the refrigerator. Camilla just sighed and said,

"I dunno, Candy. What's one times two?"

Camilla almost felt embarrassed asking the question, doubting that such a simple calculation could be too troublesome - even for the 'perfect beach bimbo'.

"One times two is..." the attractive young woman began confidently. Camilla was surprised when there was suddenly a faint crackling from inside the robot girl.

"Forty times two is..." said the girl, and her outstretched hand rose smoothly back toward the top shelf, only to jerk to a halt as another internal crackle sounded.

"Twenty times two is..." continued the young woman, and her arm lowered indecisively.

The confident, cheerful chime seemed to be fading from the shapely woman's voice, and the jerky, mechanized movement of her arm repeatedly raising and lowering betrayed the true origin of her mystical elegance. To Camilla she seemed like a clockwork toy - one that had obviously thrown a spring or two. There was yet another sharp crackle from inside the robot girl, and for a moment a faint flash of light showed through the flawless skin of her back.

The attractive young woman suddenly sprung to attention and whirled around, her floral skirt rippling daintily. She was smiling triumphantly, a single egg held carefully between the thumb and index finger of her right hand. She strode elegantly toward Camilla, those over-sized, plastic mammaries bobbing softly as she walked. Camilla felt compelled to call out.

"Oh, don't forget to times that by two." she began, "And what about the tomato paste, and cheese?" Then she added mercilessly, "Forty grams and twenty grams respectively - both times two."

Candy ground to an awkward, abrupt halt in the middle of the kitchen, her serene expression faltering.

"Searching..." she droned vacantly. A mechanical buzzing sounded briefly from inside her chest once again. Her soft brown eyes blinked repeatedly for a moment then she smiled playfully, apparently unaware of the problems her straining circuits were experiencing.

"Oh yeah! I must have forgotten." she explained, her deep brown eyes rolling in artificial embarrassment, "I'm such an air-head!"

Predictably, Candy's eyes looked upward and her right hand raised automatically toward her chin. However, while clearly attempting to adopt her patented 'help me - I'm thinking' expression, she failed to take the egg into account, and it cracked against her chin, shattering and spilling down her hand onto her bust below. Surprisingly, she failed even to appear to notice, which betrayed to Camilla the worsening state of the robot girl's inner workings. The tanned, shapely girl just stood there looking thoughtfully upwards with her index finger at her bottom lip and pieces of egg shell sliding inexorably down between her ludicrously pert breasts.

"One times two is....." she breathed huskily, and Camilla saw a flash of sparks illuminate the dream girl's perfectly contoured chest from within. The girl's serene expression twitched unnaturally for a moment - an eyebrow flickered, eyelids fluttered, the mouth sneered - then the composure returned to her face and she smiled yet again.

"Twenty times two is..." the over-sexualized AutoMate continued, cut short by a sharp internal crackle. Her flawless face once again contorted involuntarily for a moment, and her shamelessly over-endowed torso lurched awkwardly back, sending its bulbous breasts bouncing.

A soft electronic beeping began to emit from inside the curvaceous brunette Barbie-doll and Camilla thought she noticed the faint odor of burning plastic in the air. Candy frowned and her raised hand moved smoothly to the side of her head.

"Forty times twenty is..." began the automated plaything, interrupted yet again by a flash of internal sparks. Her body lurched, her head twitched, her eyes crossed for a moment, then she smiled awkwardly and continued.

"Twenty times one is..." she chimed, sparks crackling within her. The hand that was raised to the side of her head jerked suddenly into motion, lowering stiffly. Camilla could make out continuous flashes beneath the plastic skin of her upper body.

"Forty times forty is..." The brunette's stunning face twitched with each internal flash. Camilla now noticed faint wisps of smoke appearing from between Candy's long brown, perfectly styled and superbly conditioned, trusses. The pungent smell of burning electronics was strengthening in the air.

There was yet another loud grinding sound from within the girl, and she sprung into motion, pacing awkwardly toward Camilla. Though the kitchen counter was between them, Camilla felt compelled to back away from the starry-eyed overheating pleasure toy as it bumped awkwardly into the counter. Whilst still emitting that tell-tale beeping, the malfunctioning Candy had also begun to emit an electrified crackling fizzle. To Camilla, it sounded remarkably like the glorified sex doll had just drunk a large jug of water.

"I'm such an air-head." the AutoMate breathed dreamily - once again stating what had been clear to Camilla for some time. She turned stiffly counter-clockwise and stepped laboriously toward the refrigerator, her rather dated white high heels clicking an uneven rhythm against the tiled floor. After bumping into the large appliance, she came to an awkward stand-still once again.

"Don't you just love my boobs?" Candy asked, presumably addressing the inanimate machine. Getting no reply, she turned swiftly and headed toward the pantry, her expansive breasts bouncing with each jerky step. The robot girl jerked to a halt as she bumped clumsily into the closed cupboard.

"I'm just such a bimbo." lilted the electronically beeping brunette blissfully, and she spun around, her skirt flicking up off her curvaceous hips for a moment. She walked back across the kitchen toward Camilla. She took only three steps, before grinding to a halt in the centre of the kitchen, still smiling serenely, beeping and fizzling continuously.

"My body is just so great!" she proclaimed proudly as the crackling internal sparks intensified. Her torso began twitching repeatedly.

"I'm such an air..head." repeated the faltering 'perfect beach bimbo' yet again. Her deep brown eyes seemed dreamily excited as her head wobbled uneasily.

"I've got the per..fect..body." the AutoMate stammered unevenly. Two steady plumes of smoke were now clearly visible at either side of the robot's pretty head as it twitched and wobbled atop a body that continued lurching backward and forward.

"I nev..er....was..t.too...good..with..m.m.m.maths." stuttered the smoldering, beeping, twitching girl with apparent effort. Suddenly the all-too-confusable bimbo emitted that familiar abrasive grinding crunch - louder than ever before. Her back arched tightly, her egg-shell spattered bust bulging forward. Her toned arms stiffened, pointing at the ground. Her face contorted inhumanly - her eyes wide and crossed, her mouth an unnaturally twisted snarl. To Camilla the impression was of a beautiful celebrity's worst ever paparazzi photograph. The malfunctioning robot remained rigid - as if standing at attention grotesquely - as the grinding intensified. For a moment the abrasive sound faltered as if the teeth of grinding cogs were half catching each other. Then it abruptly stopped. Candy was completely inanimate, smoke issuing steadily from both ears.

Camilla waited for a moment, half expecting the inert creation to suddenly spring back to life. Eventually Camilla moved from behind the counter and nervously approached the broken-down 'Seductress'. Camilla could still hear a faint fading hiss, and the occasional crackle from inside that busty torso, but the supposedly 'perfect beach bimbo' remained frozen in that sadly unflattering pose. The thought of Charlie coming home to find that his request for a cooked dinner had fused his plaything's circuits, filled Camilla with the deepest sense of satisfaction - and there was no evidence to suggest that Camilla had even been there! Camilla suddenly remembered her briefcase, and retrieved it from the lounge, then looked the grotesquely posed, defunct pleasure doll up and down one last time.

"You would have been sooooo embarrassed." Camilla mused, rolling her eyes in a Candyesque fashion. She was startled by a sudden flash of sparks within the plaything, followed by several subsequent smaller crackles, but the 'dream girl' remained inert - its sugary brown eyes crossed and unlively. Camilla smiled and departed, closing the apartment door firmly behind her.

The expired AutoMate remained immobile in the silence of the apartment. Gradually the plumes of smoke issuing from the robot girl's ears waned, and eventually disappeared.

About two hours later, the profound silence of the apartment was broken by a key turning in the lock of the apartment door. The door opened and a slightly over-weight man in a slightly under-size business suit entered. Rubbing his eyes, he tossed his briefcase and jacket onto the couch as he made his way across the apartment toward the bedroom. He did not seem to notice the inanimate AutoMate standing in the kitchen at the other end of the apartment. Instead, he disappeared through the bedroom door.

"Candy?" he called from the bedroom a moment later. Immediately there was a small flash of sparks from inside the immobile brunette. A mechanical buzz sounded, followed by several short bleeps.

"Can I smell dinner burning?" called the man from the bedroom, emerging into the lounge a moment later, removing his tie. Candy emitted a brief electric hum, then suddenly the voluptuous young woman sprung back to life, smiling excitedly.

"Charlie!" she gasped, her eyes wide and enthusiastic. "How was your day, honey?" she asked, stepping from the kitchen.

"Oh, there you are, honey." said Charlie, noticing her finally, "Oh, fine - I guess. Is something burning?" he asked.

"Uh-uh." replied Candy, shaking her head mischievously as she approached.

Charlie smiled, threw his tie onto the back of the couch and walked toward his beautiful, perfect partner. They embraced and kissed, the buxom beauty moaning responsively. Shortly Charlie broke away from the kiss, and just stared into Candy's exotic brown eyes, holding her shoulders in each hand. He smiled.

"You are so gorgeous." he murmured sincerely. Candy's stunning eyes sparkled contentedly. Charlie frowned suddenly, staring down at the girl's cleavage.

"What's this?" he said, pointing at her right breast. Candy looked down at her over-sized brown bust. Charlie had noticed the spatters of egg and shell. He chuckled.

"Have a little accident cooking dinner?" he quipped. Candy looked up at Charlie and smiled sweetly.

"Oh, Charlie. You're so funny." she gushed, clearly mistaking Charlie's remark for an actually humorous joke. Charlie felt suddenly aware of the artificialness of the adoring girl as he stared into those perfect brown eyes. He looked away, across at the kitchen.

"So, what's for dinner then?" he asked, distracting himself. Candy did not reply. Charlie looked back at her. She was staring at him, trying to smile, but looked faintly confused.

"Dinner?" she breathed eventually.

"Yes. What did you cook for dinner?" he pressed. Candy went to speak, but froze. It took Charlie a moment to realize what had happened.

"Oh, no. Don't do that." he whined, snapping his fingers in front of the vacant girl's eyes, "Hello? Hello?"

"Searching..." the inanimate girl droned. Charlie sighed and waited patiently.

"Searching..." Candy repeated a short while later. A mechanical buzz emitted from the girl, then her eyes grew wide in realization.

"Oh gee! I must have forgotten." she gasped. She frowned, and shook her head, adding, "I'm such an air-head."

"You forgot?" said Charlie, outraged. Candy nodded shyly.

"Uh-huh. I'm sorry honey." she purred, leaning forward to kiss Charlie again, "Let me make it up to you." He pulled away, frowning.

"How could you forget?" he continued, "For goodness sake - you're a robot, right? You shouldn't just forget things!"

"I know." she sighed apologetically, putting her arms around his neck, "I'm just such a bimbo."

"That's becoming painfully obvious." said Charlie under his breath. He pulled her caressing arms away. "You know, I sometimes wonder how good a job Thomas' people did putting your brain back together."

Candy's confused expression did a lot to confirm Charlie's suspicion.

"Christ! I must have told you half a dozen times on the phone - just use the green cook book." Charlie continued, "How many times did I have to remind you?" Candy just stared blankly. Charlie turned away, frustrated.

"How many times?" he repeated softly to himself, flabbergasted.

"How many times?" the voluptuous brunette chimed back. Charlie turned to face her again. She was now smiling excitedly - utterly failing to look the least bit sorry.

"Yes - how many times?" Charlie fumed. He suddenly noticed a faint odor again and looked toward the kitchen.

"Forty times two is..." began his perfectly formed partner. Charlie wasn't paying attention, sniffing the air instead.

"Shh. Can you smell something?" he asked, still looking curiously in the direction of the kitchen.

"Twenty times two is..." his voluptuous robot continued. Charlie stepped away quickly.

"Is something burning?" he asked, moving into the kitchen.

"One times two is..." Candy continued blissfully, staring into the empty space where Charlie had been. There was another mechanical buzz inside her, then her chest was briefly incandescent as a burst of sparks flashed within it.

"Forty times two is..." the serenely staring brunette repeated. By now Charlie had checked the oven for heat, to no avail. He returned to the lounge.

"Can you smell that?" he asked his luscious robotic playmate.

"Twenty times two is..." replied the sensuous girl, still staring blissfully. Charlie frowned and approached her.

"What did you say?" he asked, the burning odour becoming more noticeable.

"One times two is..." Candy lilted clearly. That mechanical buzzing sounded once again from inside her.

"Candy? Are you okay?" Charlie asked nervously. Immediately a flash of sparks inside his costly second-hand AutoMate suggested that she was, in fact, not okay. Her pretty face twitched and Charlie noticed a wisp of smoke trailing from her left ear.

"Forty times twenty is.." she continued, smiling sweetly as a soft electronic beeping began to emit from her curvaceous torso. Charlie swore, and Candy's stunning face contorted for a moment, another flash showing through the skin of her chest. Charlie could now make out a faint fizzling sound. He took the stunning brunette's shoulders firmly in each hand and shook her gently.

"Candy!" he demanded. She was staring right through him.

"Twenty times one is..." the robot girl replied, interrupted by an internal crackle. Candy's voluptuous torso jerked back of its own volition, her expansive, pert breasts bouncing in front of Charlie for a moment.

"No, Candy. No!" Charlie stressed, "That's multiplication. Thomas said you're not supposed to do that, okay?"

"Forty times forty is..." she continued nonetheless. There was another crackle, a mechanical hum, followed by an expensive sounding crunch. Candy's back arched, thrusting her bulging bust forward. Her normally beautiful face was suddenly distorted. One eyebrow was raised, the other lowered. Her eyes were crossed - one eyelid wide open, the other half closed. And those luscious lips were stretched into an inhuman sneer.

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Charlie backed away involuntarily from the internally grinding pleasure droid, as white smoke began issuing steadily from both her ears. Suddenly there was a sharp bang and something clattered softly to the ground behind the 'dream girl'. A thick cloud of smoke billowed up from behind the voluptuous robot girl as a degree of serenity returned to the plaything's face - those soft brown eyes, glassy and distant.

"I am so gorgeous." she purred contentedly.

Charlie wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but then, as the scantily clad brunette turned stiffly toward the kitchen, it became clear. A section of her skin about four inches square was missing from the middle of her back. A silver cylinder suspended on telescopic railings and connected to smoking electronics was protruding from the cavity. She stepped quickly away, leaving Charlie in her smoke-filled wake. Glancing down at the floor, Charlie noticed a square section of rubber lying near where she had been standing. He collected it and went after his faltering dream girl.

"Candy." began Charlie, rushing to her side and walking with her, "Just calm down, all right?"

The luxuriantly proportioned brunette failed even to acknowledge him and continued walking forward, her generous cleavage bobbing in time. Her eyes were wide and unnervingly doll-like. Charlie stopped, watching the malfunctioning AutoMate continue into the kitchen alone. She walked directly into the refrigerator, bouncing off of it and turning clockwise awkwardly.

"I am perfect." said the clearly erroneous robot girl as she stepped with renewed vigour across the kitchen. Charlie went quickly to the telephone and desperately dialed a number as his malfunctioning sexy android bumped into the opposite wall, a burst of blue sparks showering from the exposed mechanism protruding from her back.

"I am your AutoMate." she explained, spinning around again and pacing quickly toward the sink. Charlie heard someone answer his call.

"Welcome to Devonmall AutoMates," said a sultry woman's voice, "Rebecca speaking."

"Hi, I need to speak to Thomas." Charlie demanded, as Candy walked clumsily into the kitchen counter, beeping and sparking increasingly regularly.

"One moment please." replied 'Rebecca' softly.

"I am justabimbo." said Candy quickly. The voluptuous girl began to turn clockwise but instead suddenly jerked around in the opposite direction, her floral skirt flicking indecisively. Charlie meanwhile, had been put on hold, listening to advertisements for the latest AutoMate models. As he waited he watched Candy bustle to and fro around the kitchen. Her deeply tanned, shapely legs - the curves of her hips, and narrow waist - and her oversized bouncing breasts, of which he'd grown so fond - it all seemed to be failing. That perfectly formed luscious body bumped into the counter again and turned away, the grotesque smoldering mechanism in her back confirming to Charlie that the sensuous exotic beauty really was just a machine.

"Iamprogrammedtoloveyou." said the doll automatically, pacing rapidly toward the pantry, into which she collided - bust first - a moment later.

"IamaCandriceSeductress." she recited as she whirled around and walked quickly toward Charlie. Charlie found himself recoiling away from the wide eyed smoldering brunette again, then she suddenly ground to a halt amidst a flash of sparks.

"Iamoverheating." trilled the big breasted brunette. The beeping emitting from her suddenly began to rise in pitch, causing Charlie to cover one ear with his free hand, the other with the phone receiver. There was another shower of sparks, and several subsequent electrical crackles. Candy's torso lurched back, then bounced forward.

"Iamoverloading." she declared, leaned slightly forward, as if finally weighed down by the size of her bust. Several bright flashes filled the kitchen. The beeping rose to a piercing crescendo.

"Iamprogrammedtoloveyou." blurted the AutoMate, before a final distinctive 'pop' sounded. Charlie, who realized he had closed his eyes, could still hear Candy speaking.

"..programmed to love you..." she said. There was a sharp fizzle then she spoke again.

"...programmed to love you..." Charlie heard the same fizzling sound, and she repeated the words over again. He opened his eyes nervously.

The picture perfect shapely girl was frozen, posed crookedly, looking slightly down at the floor. Only her lips moved, mouthing the same sentence clearly over and over. Charlie was distracted by someone speaking suddenly from the other end of the telephone.

"Hi, Thomas speaking." said a voice. Charlie tried to compose himself.

"Oh, Yeah. Hi, Thomas. Ah..It's Charlie Harcourt here..." he began.

"Charlie! How are you? Hey, how's that little princess of yours doing?" Thomas replied.

Charlie hesitated, looking across at his costly voluptuous investment.

"Not too well, actually." he mumbled.

"Oh. Blown a servo has she? Not to worry. All covered in the warranty." Thomas explained. Charlie was still surveying the girl. Standing immobile like a mannequin, her tanned contoured body seemed suddenly too sleek. She really was plastic. With her trim, athletic calves, curvaceous thighs, her pinched waist and firm bulbous breasts, she was still just a machine.

"..programmed to love you...programmed to love you...programmed to love you..." the AutoMate repeated, still staring - those exotic brown eyes vacant, like a doll's.

"Actually, Thomas..." began Charlie, still gazing at the broken-down sensuously formed robotic woman, "I was wondering if there was anything like a thirty-day money back guarantee...."

The End.

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