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Tales from Freak-World

Tales from Freak World By Zero Inspired by “Freak World” by Muzzleruffels

Episode I: Hail to the Demon Queen!

As the simulated sun set at the edge of Dome Seven, the sky blazed red, then turned the dark purple of a bruise. Across the manmade forest and mountainside, day-creatures crept back to their homes, while night-creatures began to stir.

In Castle Despayre, fires and torches blazed to life. The mechanism was simple enough – natural-gas pipes connected to ignition plugs, which in turn were connected to computer-controlled timers. To any observer, though, the effect was startling: from cold, dreary, abandoned daytime ruins, the castle was magically transformed into a fire-lit chateau, ready for the night’s revels.

High up, in the tallest tower, Lady Demonique Sangria stirred in her bed. Like the gaslights and hearths, Lady Sangria was timer-operated; when the sun switched off, her systems began booting up. For the first few minutes, she simply stared blankly at the ceiling. Gradually, her limbs began to move jerkily, like a marionette’s, as her motor systems performed a series of self-checks. Her long, slender barbed tail detached from the cleverly concealed charging outlet embedded in the mattress, and her leathery black wings fluttered aimlessly. Then at last, her personality software loaded, and the raven-haired succubus closed her eyes, arched her back, and gave a sleepy yawn.

“Mmmmmnnn,” she sighed, stretching her long shapely arms and legs. “Nothing like a good day’s rest to prepare you for a good night’s partying!”

“Mmnh, so true, Mistress,” Angelique purred beside her. The petite blonde succubus tightened her arms around her Mistress’s waist, snuggling closer as they both warmed up from room temperature. Opening her luminous violet eyes, she smiled up at the larger demoness. “Speaking of which … would you like to pick up where we left off?”

When not in use by a guest, the robot succubi were programmed to seek out other monster-girls and have their way with them. This allowed their own AI’s and sexual techniques to develop during downtime, and served as a kind of stress test for themselves and the other units. If a fault showed up, or a part failed during their “play”, it could be corrected without inconveniencing a human guest.

“Perhaps later,” the Lady replied, giving Angelique a light kiss on the forehead. “First, let’s see what the night has brought us.”

As she rose from the bed, Lady Sangria began picking up bits of her costume, flung carelessly about the chamber the night before. Like most of the girls’ wardrobes, Domique’s was entirely useless except for seduction; her gleaming black boots shone in the firelight, and her one-piece suit was little more than a V-shaped piece of black latex, covering her sex and half of each breast but baring everything else. A few silver spikes at the shoulders added flair, and a pair of spike-knuckled elbow-gloves completed the outfit. Dominique was a BDSM fan’s wet dream come to life: a seductive, demonic dominatrix, with a programmed personality to match.

Striding confidently across her bedchamber, Dominique stepped out onto the balcony. Already, the sky was darkening from indigo to midnight black. The only light came from the stars, and from the shuttered windows of the village far below. Dome Seven – also called the Black Forest – was meant to represent a European woodland, with a dense pine forest taking up much of the area. A quaint little village was located at the foot of one of the two faux “mountains” – the one on which Castle Despayre sat – while another, taller mountain loomed on the opposite side of the dome. That, Dominique knew, was where the Emerald Dragoness and her daughters dwelled – the succubus’s “rivals”, whose mountain was the only part of the environment not under Lady Sangria’s control.

Like so much in Freak World, of course, it was all just a script. Every now and again, Ladia Sangria would forge an alliance with the werewolf pack and “attack” Dragon Mountain, or one of the dragonesses would carry off a “victim” from the village, provoking Dominique’s “wrath”. Any damage done would be promptly repaired behind the scenes, and everyone would be back up and running within two or three days, ready to play their parts in the next skirmish of their make-believe feud.

Dominique sighed as she pulled up her itinerary. Thankfully, the event planners hadn’t decided to have her start anything tonight; no epic battles (so demanding on her lovely, elegant feminine chassis!), no weird or kinky requests from a particular guest (she hated cleaning up the mess some of those humans made; she usually had one of the zombie girls shamble up and take care of things like that). There were instructions to keep out of the village tonight – one of the guests had requested a romantic tryst with a werewolf woman, and did not wish to be interrupted or seduced by any of the other androids. Other than that, it seemed she and Angelique would be left to their own devices for the evening.

“Well, it appears we’re not wanted in town,” she said. “The mortals want a nice, quiet evening, with no spectacular visits from the Lady.”

Angelique stepped out into the night air, clad in her skimpy fur-collared white costume. “Well, we could always go down into the forest. I’m sure the Slime Queen would be more than happy to receive us. Or we could just make it a girls’ night in….” She leaned close, her fingers walking playfully up Dominique’s arm, and the taller succubus had a pretty good idea what her minion was planning for the night’s festivities.

But Lady Sangria craved variety. Once, she had literally fucked her consort until Angelique’s pussy had worn out – and over the following months, had fucked her until Dominique’s own had needed a tune-up. She had been with every one of her zombie and homunculus servants in the castle, and had had at least one of every species in the Black Forest.


Suddenly, Dominique’s AI made a new and novel connection. “Hmm,” she purred. “Darling, I just had an idea.”

“What, Mistress?”

“Who in all the land have we not had our way with?”

“Why, no one, Mistress. You are Lady and Mistress of all the land, and all give you honor and respect. Besides, who could possibly resist an invitation to share a bed with you?”

Dominique smirked. “All except the dragonesses.”

Angelique froze for several seconds. Though they both shared the same basic chassis design, right down to their CPU’s, Angelique’s personality was far simpler than her mistress’s. She was the cute, supportive little minion, only occasionally leaving her side to attend to guests, or when Dominique decided to go off on her own.

Finally, the full import of Dominique’s words was parsed through her semantic algorithms, and her eyes widened in shock. “You want to go to Dragon Mountain? But Mistress, the dragonesses are our mortal enemies! They will kill us both on sight!”

“The Makers haven’t planned any battles tonight, and our last fight was barely more than a drunken brawl in the tavern last weekend.” Come to think of it, Dominique recalled the fight: a guest had requested a sexy catfight between Lady Sangria and one of the lesser dragonesses. She could still remember the feel of those warm, supple, partially scale-covered breasts as they had grappled that evening. Truthfully, it was the closest Dominique had yet come to intimate contact with a member of that clan – the feud between her and the Emerald Dragoness had been established as back-story when Freak World had opened.

Dominique felt a smirk forming. “I have a craving for some dragon tail,” she purred mischievously. Leaning over the balcony rail, the black-clad succubus unfurled her wings. She climbed up on top of the rail, charged the hydraulic pistons in her well-toned legs, then launched herself off into the night.

Meanwhile, Angelique stood, struck dumb, on the balcony. Her simple, heavily scripted AI was trying to formulate a response to her Mistress’s actions. “B-b-but … but, Mistress … illegal thread … solution not found … It’s not safe! Safe! Safe!” The blonde demoness took a jerky step toward the railing, then stepped backward, like a video running in reverse. Her role as Lady Sangria’s supportive minion demanded that she accompany her, even to certain death, but the very idea of traveling to Dragon Mountain – not to fight, but to actually try to seduce a dragoness – was so totally outside the bounds of her role that she had trouble processing it.

Before the conflicted gynoid could make up her mind, though, a pair of technicians stepped out onto the balcony. One of them grabbed Angelique by the throat with one hand, using the other to push her blonde curls up. This exposed a small, recessed button behind her pointed left ear, which the tech promptly pressed.

“Not safe! Not safe! Not … Mistress … not … saaaaaaaaaaffffe….” the droid protested, her voice deepening, slowing, then trailing off as her personality shut down. Her pretty, wide-eyed face lolled forward, her slack jaw resting between her ample breasts.

Meanwhile, the other technician pressed in on her sides, then pulled off a section of skin from her lower back. Inside, the lithe little succubus was a mass of wires, cables and hydraulic lines, with a thin layer of servo-musculature to make her movements seem fluid and realistic. The tech pulled out a small tablet computer, then plugged it into her body with a slim blue cable. “It looks like a conflict between the persona scripting and the AI,” he said, studying Angelique’s error log.

“You think we should give the AI a little more leeway? Let it just take over if the script doesn’t have a response to the situation?”

“Not necessarily,” said the tech with the tablet. “When you give it that kind of freedom, it’s liable to come up with all kinds of random crap. Hell, look what the other one’s doing – breaking character and flying right off to the one place she’s not supposed to go. Honestly, we’re probably going to be picking up pieces of her and however many dragon ‘bots it takes to bring her down.”

The other man sighed. “Well, let’s get this one rebooting and get over there,” he said.

The other tech unplugged his tablet from Angelique’s back, then hit a large red button near the access port. Instantly, the blonde gynoid’s head snapped up, violet eyes staring blankly forward. “Exotiq Succubus Custom Unit Two now rebooting,” she stated flatly, and the tech reattached her back panel. Then the two men picked her up, carried her over to the bed, and slid her tail into the hidden slot sewn into the mattress. There was a metallic click as it found the power coupling. “Exotiq Succubus Custom Unit Two now running on external power,” Angelique stated. “Reboot will complete in five minutes.”

Their work done, the techs yanked the covers up over the droid’s body, then headed back through the concealed service entrance to Lady Sangria’s bedchamber. While they rode an electric cart through the tunnels under Dome Seven, Angelique stared blankly at the ceiling, occasionally giving a status update. When she finished rebooting, she would have forgotten Lady Sangria’s unscripted decision to visit Dragon Mountain, and would likely spend the night having sex with the castle servants, or maybe a few girls from the forest. There would be no further software conflicts tonight, and she would remain comfortably within her preprogrammed script.

Tales from Freak-World Chapter 2: The Siren’s Song

Sunlight streamed through the gauzy white curtains, filling the upper room of the tavern. Roused by warmth and brightness, Neil stirred restlessly in the enormous four-poster bed. With a yawn, he sat up and blinked his sleep-gritty eyes.

“Good morning,” murmured a soft, feminine voice beside him. Neil turned to gaze down at the lithe, lovely young woman who had shared his bed the previous night. The sapphire-eyed little redhead had been insatiable last night – not to mention the loudest, most enthusiastic lover Neil had ever had. Now, though, she lounged with her head propped up on her arms, looking like a cat with a belly full of cream. “You slept well, Monsieur?”

“Thanks to you,” he replied with a smirk. Truthfully, he’d been having trouble getting to sleep the previous evening. His body was still on Eastern U.S. time, and Freak World’s artificial day-night cycles were synced to Greenwich Mean Time. Exhausted from the long flight to Ganymede, but with a body that still insisted he ought to stay up for another several hours, he had tossed and turned for roughly half an hour.

Then the innkeeper’s lovely, scarlet-haired daughter had appeared at his door, offering hot tea, fresh scones … and herself.

The first two still sat on the nightstand, no longer hot or fresh. The latter had been the best lay of Neil’s life to date – and she wasn’t even one of the park’s main attractions!

Speaking of which, Neil decided it was time to get up, head out and see more of what this place had to offer. God knew, he ought to make the most of this vacation – it had certainly been expensive enough! A superluminal flight from Earth to Jupiter Station, then a shorter sublight shuttle to Ganymede, followed by a maglev ride out to the park itself – the trip alone had set him back nearly three months’ salary, to say nothing of the cost of staying at one of the Solar System’s biggest, most expensive sex tourism parks.

As Neil sat up and swung his legs out over the side of the bed, he glanced over at the gorgeous woman beside him. Truthfully, last night alone had almost made the whole trip worthwhile. Neil, of course, was single – one of the human cogs that kept corporate America chugging along, slowly making his way up the management ladder through hard work and determination. He had never been terribly lucky with women, and his busy schedule left little time for dating, clubbing, or any of the other distractions his coworkers seemed to enjoy. For Neil Coleman, a fleshlight and a terabyte of Internet porn were all the sex life he generally had time for.

Over the years, too, Neil had come to realize that real women no longer held much appeal for him. While his buddies stood around the water cooler remarking about how sexy the new secretary was, Neil couldn’t help but notice the makeup-smudged bags under her eyes, the pockmarks of some teenage acne outbreak, or the faint nicotine stains on her fingers. A lifetime of watching airbrushed, digitally enhanced porn stars had set Neil’s expectations too high – he just couldn’t get it up for ordinary women anymore.

And then, there was all the non-human porn on his hard drive.

Somewhere along the line, Neil had developed a sort of xenophilia. It had started with some anime porn sites he frequented. Along with the busty cartoon girls that were so prevalent in Japanese manga and doujinshi, there were plenty of cat girls, monster girls, robot girls – flawlessly drawn women who not only captured the essence of human beauty, but promised something more. Over time, the “Cyber”, “Kemonomimi”, and “Furry” folders had become the biggest on his home computer.

Naturally, most of Neil’s favorite sites carried ads for Freak World. If every little kid dreams of going to Disney World, then every adult with a fetish for animal or monster girls (or male versions of the same) seemed to dream of a trip to Freak World. Sure, it was ungodly expensive, but the place was like a sexual buffet. Assuming you had the stamina, you could have sex with multiple partners every day – hell, with lovers of multiple species. As androids, the freaks would never reject a guest’s advances (unless you requested to have them play hard-to-get), and were kept perfectly clean and sanitary between uses, so there was absolutely no risk of STD’s. In fact, since the droids couldn’t get pregnant, there was no need for condoms, pills, or any of the other rigmarole involved with a human partner. You could do just about anything with them, as rough and as often as you liked, bask in the afterglow, then go back for more.

A weeklong stay at Freak World might be damned expensive. But then, a guest could enjoy more sex there in a week than most people got in years.

The innkeeper’s daughter turned as Neil got up, smiling seductively as he dressed. The white satin sheets glimmered in the sunlight, highlighting her lithe yet well-sculpted figure beneath them. Her left breast was partly uncovered, its pert pink nipple serving as a subtle but clearly visible offer of further intimacy. Like the park’s famous freaks, she was yet another android. Of course, you could find dozens of humanoid sexbots like her at robot dealerships, online stores, brothels, or street corners in any city on Earth. She had been a great lay, and a much-needed sleep aid the previous evening. But Neil Coleman had come here for more exotic fare, and by God, he was going to get his money’s worth.

Clad in a T-shirt, swim trunks, and beach sandals, Neil grabbed a complementary towel from the bathroom (no sense in getting his own towel wet and sandy), then headed for the door. “I’ll be back later,” he called over his shoulder. Then he grabbed his room key, opened the door, and headed down the hall.

The innkeeper’s daughter lay motionless for precisely five minutes, still gazing with half-lidded eyes at the door. With no human presence in the room, there was no need for her to do or say anything. Besides, the guest might possibly decide to come back to the room – either to take something that he had forgotten on the way out, or for another session of sexual activity with her. Either way, she was programmed to remain available in the room for five minutes.

Once those five minutes were up, however, the lithe, pale-skinned young woman swiftly doffed the white satin sheets that had concealed her. Though not over-endowed, her soft, round B-cup breasts were perfectly proportioned to her slim yet statuesque figure. Her skin was perfectly flawless, save for some strategically placed freckles on her shoulders and cheeks. As she bent over to retrieve her dress and tunic from the previous night, anyone still in the room would have been treated to the sight of a deliciously soft derriere, the pale pink lips of her womanhood just visible between pale, soft yet well-toned thighs.

With her costume draped over one arm, the nude young woman made her way out of the bedroom, through the door, and out into the hall. Through her wireless link to the park’s data network, she knew that the inn’s other guests – an older couple in Room Seven and a young male in Room Twelve – had already left, so there was no need for her to waste time dressing herself.

Down the hall, down the spiral staircase, and through the kitchen, the girl made her way to a nondescript wooden door that might have led to a closet, or perhaps to the pantry. As she opened it, however, bright white fluorescent light spilled out of the room beyond. From the humble kitchen of the Taverne en Bord de Mer, she stepped into a cool, dry, static-free room stocked with all manner of high-tech machinery. A bank of computers whirred softly in one corner, status lights blinking regularly. A cart of tools and spare parts sat in the middle of the room. Three tall, elliptical silver pods stood against one wall. Another door, further back, led further into the labyrinth of support centers, pipeworks, and tramways that connected Freak World’s various environments.

A single human technician sat in a chair, reading a magazine. He glanced up as the android walked in, depositing her clothes in a small metal canister. Detecting the human presence, her social software briefly activated – she flashed him a bright warm smile and called out, “Hello, Sir! I’m ready for my shower.” Then she proceeded to one of the three metal tables that took up the right half of the room. One was already occupied: the innkeeper’s lovely young daughter was often requested by guests of the inn, or was sent up to help guests who were having trouble getting comfortable. Thus, an identical red-haired gynoid lay on the furthest maintenance table, her belly panel open, plugged in to receive power and data.

The newcomer climbed swiftly up onto the table and lay down. Then she spread her legs, at the same time opening her mouth wide. At this point, the tech got up and went over to her. He gave a quick double-tap to the region just above her pussy, causing her sculpted belly panel to slide back and up into her chest. This exposed her battery array, various power and data ports, and her sexual apparatus. Then the technician pressed just behind the girl’s left ear, and the various indicator lights inside her body went dark. The gynoid’s simulated breathing ceased. She stared blankly up at the overhead light, mouth agape, her body rapidly cooling to match the ambient temperature of the clean room.

Satisfied that the unit was powered down, the tech reached his blue rubber gloves into her exposed mechanics. With practiced ease, he unfastened a series of screws holding a soft, pink tube in place. Then he grabbed her pussy lips, forced them wide open with one hand, and used the other to push her vaginal tube out through the opening. While users often gushed about how soft, warm and realistic the bots’ pussies were, at the mechanical level, each unit was basically a well-designed fleshlight, surrounded by strips of artificial muscle to simulate contractions, with a small reservoir of flavored antibacterial lubricant connected to the top end. Once the sculpted silicone “love tunnel” was ejected, the tech simply threw it in a small trashcan attached to the equipment cart. While most android owners used a simple cleaning apparatus to wash and sterilize the silicone “vagina” at the heart of their sexbot, Freak World simply replaced them with fresh tubes after each use. It was considerably more expensive than reusing them, but given just how many guests the average android served, the risk of STD – as well as the “gross out factor” of sharing the same pussy as God knew how many previous guests – demanded that the park adopt more stringent sterilization procedures.

Once the replacement vaginal tube was installed, the tech took the opportunity to top up the lubricant reservoir, then closed the belly panel. Next, he walked over to stand by the gynoid’s head, her mouth and eyes still wide open. Grabbing it on both sides, he gave a quick twist, and the head detached from the top of the unit’s neck. Gently, he pulled the crimson-haired module away from the body with one hand, using the other to undo the various wires and synthetic-muscle strips that normally connected the gynoid’s head to her body. As he pulled the head, a long pink tube slid up out of the unit’s neck, trailing behind the base of the head module. Like the vaginal unit, the sexbot’s throat was designed to enclose, lubricate and pleasure a user’s penis, then catch any ejected semen. The unit’s vocalizer was, of course, outside this silicone catch-tube, safe and dry, further back in the head module.

Without the neck to get in the way, the technician was able to hinge the unit’s jaw back further, forcing the mouth to stretch into a grotesque yawn, the lower jaw hinged a full 180 degrees from the normal closed position. With the mouth thus opened wide, the tech detached the upper and lower palette, complete with teeth, gums and tongue. As the unit’s oral module slid out through its open mouth, the interior of its head was left almost half empty, with a gaping, toothless cavity behind its stretched-open lips. Only a stub of servo-muscle and gray plastic – the mechanism that moved the tongue – remained attached to the carbon-fiber curve of the lower jaw.

The tech laid the head module on the table, turning his attention to the long tube of reddish silicone in his hands, the upper and lower palettes still attached. While the park’s impressive admission costs allowed it to discard a few simple silicone tubes, replacing ceramic teeth after each use was simply too expensive. Thus, the tech tore the silicone throat liner away, exposing the gleaming white sets of molars, canines and incisors. The throat liner could hold about a liter of material, including a small amount of chewed food if necessary (some guests still liked to take their “girls” out to dinner, even though the androids possessed no sense of taste – however much they were programmed to say otherwise). Still, lacking a stomach, the food would simply sit in the catch-tube, and some guests complained that their lover’s breath smelled rather rank the morning after a dinner date. The androids, naturally, were programmed to decline food, unless doing so would offend a guest.

So, while the throat liner went in the trash bin, the ceramic palettes and teeth went into a metal canister about the size of a large camping thermos. The tech clipped them into place, closed the lid, then hit a button to activate the wash cycle. Within minutes, the teeth were sparkling clean, steamed and smelling of mint-flavored detergent.

Once the palettes were ready, the technician plucked them from the canister, then carefully fitted them into a fresh new throat liner, each tooth fitting precisely into a hole in the silicone gums. Retrieving the still-yawning head, he guided the catch tube into the oral cavity, then back and down through the stump where the head and neck would reconnect. Locking the upper and lower palettes back into place, he carefully adjusted the tongue until it was properly sheathing the nub of plastic and servo-muscle that would allow it to move. Finally, he swung the jaw back into its normal closed position, then went about reconnecting the head to the body.

Within seconds, the innkeeper’s daughter was back in one piece, all panels closed, her sexual organs clean and sterile. Of course, there was still the matter of her exterior – though the androids lacked pores, and were thus incapable of sweating, there would no doubt be traces of semen, saliva, lubricant and other contaminants all over her lovely silicone-latex-composite flesh.

Hitting the concealed switch behind her left ear, the tech waited for the gynoid to boot back up. A soft beep emanated from her chest, and her eyes fluttered open. “Exotiq Andronics Model 3524 now online,” she said flatly. “Maintenance stage one in progress. Calibrating….” She opened her mouth wide – not the unnatural position that the tech had forced it into earlier, but more like a human yawn. Then, in a surprisingly cheerful singsong voice, she sang, “A, B, C, D, E, F, G,…” This, of course, was meant to test her oral mechanics’ ability to form vowels and consonants. Meanwhile, her back arched, her artificial abdominal muscles stretched and contracted, and between her legs, the layer of synthetic muscle around her vaginal tube performed a series of contractions. By the time the song ended, her diagnostic software was satisfied that the new parts were properly installed. “No faults detected,” she announced. “Oral and vaginal modules both fully functional. Maintenance stage one complete. Would you like to proceed to stage two?”

“Yeah, sure,” the tech said. As the gynoid dismounted the table, he went and resumed his seat on the chair, grabbing his magazine. Meanwhile, the innkeeper’s daughter made her way to one of the three man-sized silver pods leaning against the wall. With the push of a button, the front of the pod split open, revealing a contoured cavity in its center roughly the shape of a human being. While the park’s non-humanoid “freaks” had to be sterilized and dried by hand, the red-haired gynoid was just a consumer-model sexbot. So, the inn’s service center featured standard sterilization pods like those used by most brothels in the Solar System.

Once inside, the gynoid shut her eyes and mouth, and a small valve in her nasal cavity closed, protecting her vocalizer and air-cooling system from external moisture. The pod sealed shut. Instantly, a hundred high-pressure jets of boiling water and antibacterial detergent sprayed the unit from all sides. A human would have been scalded, their skin cooking off their bones from the intense heat and astringent chemicals. The gynoid’s silicone-latex-composite skin, however, was specifically designed to withstand such intense sterilization procedures. Within moments, any trace of external contamination was scoured away. Then the spray switched to a cooler, gentler rinse cycle, applying rose-scented shampoo to the unit’s hair and a slightly musky perfume to her body, to help mask the scent of her artificial skin.

A quick blow-drying later, the pod hissed open, revealing a radiant, beautiful young woman, her hair and skin glistening with residual moisture. As she stepped out of the pod, the gynoid’s nasal valve reopened, and she took a deep breath of the cool, dry clean room air. Her CPU, located in her chest, needed to cool off after her high-temperature scouring, and her simulated “breathing” was used to vent the hot air from her chest cavity.

“Maintenance stage two complete,” she announced. “This unit is now cleaned and ready for use.”

The tech got back up and inspected her. The redhead’s skin was as clean and flawless as the day she had stepped off the assembly line. Satisfied, he said, “Okay. Lie down on that table over there.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied cheerfully – her maintenance complete, the gynoid’s social software was back up and running. Still stark naked, she lay down on the same maintenance table she had vacated just a few moments earlier.

Meanwhile, the technician walked over to check on her twin. According to the indicator LED’s on her battery pack, she was now fully recharged, and the nearby computer console said that her software was fully up to date. The technician unplugged her, closed up her belly panel, and hit the power switch behind her left ear. There was a beep from behind her perky B-cups, then her eyes opened. As she registered the technician’s presence, she smiled up at him. “Hello, Sir!” she said brightly. “How are you today?”

“Fine,” the tech grunted. “The other one needs to recharge. Head out and start cleaning up.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, then swung her legs off the edge of the table. As she made her way out of the clean room, she grabbed the costume her twin had placed in the laundry canister earlier. By now, it had been washed and dried, and as she put it on, her olfactory sensor detected a faint smell of laundry detergent.

Meanwhile, the technician turned back to the second redhead, her skin already nearly dry in the low-humidity environment. Opening her belly panel, he plugged a power cable into the socket on her battery pack. According to the LED’s, it had been down to just above 50% power. Then he connected her to the computer tower in the back corner. The redhead jerked slightly as the computer assumed control of her systems. “Exotiq Andronics model 3524 is now connected,” she intoned. “Software update in progress. Estimated time remaining: 5 minutes.”

Satisfied, the tech went back to his chair and pulled out a small tablet PC. On the screen, the three identical redheads who staffed the Taverne were represented by status readouts. The one that had just left still read as 100% charged, with an estimated battery life of eighteen hours (slightly shorter if a guest decided to have sex with her, of course). By the time she needed to come back in for recharge and/or cleaning, both of the other two would be available to take over for her.

His work done, the technician headed out through the door at the back of the maintenance bay. Like all the rest of Freak World, Dome 4 was built over a system of pipeworks and access tunnels. This concrete-and-metal labyrinth allowed technicians to move about under the carefully crafted environment, without attracting attention from the guests. Now that the girls at the Taverne en Borde de Mer were taken care of, the tech searched for open help tickets, chose one, then hopped in a small electric golf cart and drove off down the corridor.

Freak-World: Original Draft

Freak-World: Original Draft

by Muzzleruffels & Zero

Freak-World: Prologue

The shallow water was calm, clear, and warm. An abundance of bright and colourful coral was scattered all over the sandy floor. There were no fish, nor krill, or any other form of aquatic life around, just the mermaid.

She was floating just inches above the coral, her graceful, silvery-blue tail slowly moving back and forth. Her long, blue hair flowed through the sea with freedom. She brushed some hair away from one of her pale-blue eyes, moving it behind the left ear-fin on her head. She wore a simple shell-bra over her breasts, and had a small skirt cover around her waist. She looked around the clear sea, looking about her surroundings, seeking someone. Then she saw what she was looking for, a man in a diving-suit entered the water.

Shinzi Mikawa saw the mermaid, and began swimming towards her. She looked at him, and smiled warmly. When Shinzi finally got to her, he stopped for a moment to suck in oxygen from his mouth piece. The mermaid took this opportunity to put her arm around his waist, and squeeze next to him. Shinzi's face grew red as the mermaid's soft breasts pressed against his chest. In response, he gently graced his hand across her smooth hair, and went slowly for behind the right ear-fin. The mermaid's gentle, young face slowly went towards his, when he tapped behind her ear. Immediately, she stopped moving, and her arm slid off from around Shinzi. With the moment gone, Shinzi took his arm around the mermaid's waist, and began swimming towards the surface.

When Shinzi got to the edge of the tank, he took the mermaid and flopped her lifeless body onto the marble floor. When he finally got out of the water, and his scuba gear, Shinzi went to work. He went to the mermaid, her glazed eyes staring at his. He moved her skirt, and tapped under her pussy three times. The mermaid didn't complain, react, or even move. A small, thin line opened up across the front of her tail, and Shinzi moved the scales aside. Revealed inside was a mass of wires, surrounding a servo-muscle tail. Shinzi checked inside, and sure enough, no water had gotten into the system. The Water-Seal Test 37 on Mermaid-C Ver. 4 was finished.

This mermaid is one of the many robots that will be released in the new, upcoming adult theme park, Freak World.

Freak-World: Chapter 1

Shinzi was walking down the long, white hallway that led to the maintenance room. He was carrying with him the mermaid, which was still deactivated. Her face was soft, like a sleeping girl awaiting a kiss. As he looked at her gentle form, Shinzi only had one thought on his mind, "Why the hell didn't they give me a damn cart to carry this thing?" She was heavy, really heavy, about the weight of an average teen. To be truthful though, it didn't feel bad carrying her, it actually felt like something out of a fairy tale. He was thinking this, when he finally got to the maintenance room. When he opened the door, he knew one thing was for sure, Freak-World was no fairy tale.

Everyone inside the room was working on the girls, and everyone was in a rush. No one could blame them, Freak-World was going to be open in a week. A massive buzz was created about Freak-World when the reporters, clever spies as they were, discovered what Freak-World was going to be like. This media boom and anxiety built so much pressure on the workers that in their perspective, everything had to be perfect. As Shinzi walked to the mermaid's table, he looked about the room, and liked what he saw.

He saw one of the guys working on the Youko, the mythical nine-tailed fox girl from Japanese lore. She was on her side, completely nude, with the man sitting behind her head with a probe tool. The Youko's cranium was open, exposing her mechanical brain. The man poked around in her head, and the girl's fox-ears began to move. He was checking to see if the girl's face would move properly, and give the appropriate expression at the right time.

Shinzi then looked at the Centaur, which was currently being re-assembled. The horse-half stood upright, much like real horses do, despite not being turned on. The human-half, however, was being held in the air by a pulley system. Her limp form was then lowered to the horse-half, and when they got close enough, one of the workers began attaching the two halves with the wires inside. The Centaur at first appeared to be the hardest girl for the Freak-World design team to work on, but the Centaur and every other girl in the park were pieces of cake compared to the Lamia.

The Lamia was, by far, Shinzi's favorite. During the park's earlier years, the designers always had trouble with her concept. Not only was she difficult to create, but she was very expensive. For every type of girl in the park, ten of each were made, but there were only five Lamias that had been built so far, and the other five were still in the making. Shinzi watched as the Lamia was being operated on with a secret delight. She was upright, her human-half being supported by the coiled massive tail. Her stomach was open, being analyzed by a female worker, who was blushing as the still-activated android was looking at her. She then, to Shinzi's surprise, looked directly at him, and gave a small smile. Shinzi, feeling a little embarrassed, looked away, only to be looking at her face again. Actually, Shinzi was staring at an all too familiar face, the face of his friend, Nokia.

Freak-World: Chapter 2

"Hey, Shinzi. Getting a good look at the girls?" Nokia stood right in front of Shinzi's path, teasing him once again about how he stares at the bots. Nokia was a cute, energetic woman, looking a little younger than Shinzi, who was 23. She had long, black-braided hair, a smooth figure, and a double-D bust. What was funny was her skin was exactly the same color as the Lamias', a tanned tone. Everyone that worked in her apartment made fun on how she looked so much like the Lamia, this gag rarely annoyed her. What was odd was that noone knows where she lives, or even if she leaves the building. That, however, did get on her nerves.

She gave a slight giggle as she looked down, "I see you decided to cup a feel." Shinzi, not knowing what she meant, looked down to find that his hand had accidentally groped one of the mermaid's breasts. He shuttered in embarrassment, and dropped the mermaid to the floor. Noone else bothered to pay attention, but the Lamia, still activated, looked over the scene with some mysterious interest, and looked for quite a while. "Ah, dammit Nokia." "Oh, I'm sorry, Shinzi. I didn't mean to..." Both dropped down to the floor to pick the android up, and their faces were really close together. They both blushed and stared a bit, but Nokia quickly recovered. She then, to Shinzi's surprise, picked up the limp mermaid, and carried it over her shoulder. She was alot stronger than Shinzi thought.

"Anyways, I'll take care of this for you. You're on Durability Test for the Yuki-Onna." She then blew Shinzi a small kiss, that was her way of teasing him. "Bye, Shinzi." She then turned around, and walked away, with the mermaid's head bobbing with each step. Shinzi like her alot, it's just she never seemed to like him that much. All the guys tried to hit on her, but to no avail. Shinzi was the one that got closest, and still remained closest. "Shi...Shin...zi." The Lamia, to Shinzi's surprise, spoke his name, and was now smiling at him. Shinzi was trying to understand what just happened when, sensing the situation, the lady operating on the Lamia shut her off. The Lamia's head drooped to face the floor, with a smile still on her face and glassy, golden eyes. "You better not be getting any bright ideas, boy." The woman gave him a hard look as Shinzi walked away, seeing what she meant. One of the first rules on working at Freak-World was that noone could engage in intercourse with the robots without specific permission. What had happened at the fish tank with the mermaid, Shinzi realized, was a really close call. As he walked away, he looked back at the Lamia, and then at Nokia, who had just put the mermaid on a table. He then thought to himself, "They do look a little alike." Shinzi then turned to walk out of the room, to go get the Yuki-Onna, and begin the Durability Test. Freak-World: Chapter 3

Shinzi was waiting outside the Psychology Room for the Yuki-Onna, and was thinking about how interesting the aspect of the Psychology Room was.

The idea o the room was thought up during the middle of park construction, and would later prove vital to the realism of the androids. Not only did it test the reactions of the girls and make their responses more realistic, but it also showed any defects and issues their AI would have. This became more important when a psychologist was injured during an exam. The worker had asked one of the Lamia the "lie paradox", and she responded by thrashing her tail around uncontrollably. The blow inflicted on the psychologist was so strong, that it broke three of his ribs, and gave him slight head trauma. The psychological studies not only saved time, but money as well. Not only did the psychologist threaten to sue the park, but the Lamia was scrapped after it took a bullet to the head from a panicked guard. The Psychology Room only showed that the park was not only having the tiniest of details filled, but that it was going to be safe. He was just done thinking on this when the door opened, and the Yuki-Onna stepped out into the hall.

She was cute, the Yuki-Onna, wearing that elegant kimono and those sandals from feudal Japan. Her skin was a deep blue, her hair was long and white, and her breasts, were really small. She had an innocent face, a face that held big, aqua-blue eyes. "I'm supposed to take you for a Durability Test." Shinzi waited for a reply, and then she nodded a yes. As they began walking down the hallway, Shinzi looked at her for a moment. When she noticed, she gently took hold of his hand, and gave him a faint smile. "Geez, her hands are cold." Shinzi shivered for a moment from the hand's touch, but after a while, it warmed up.

Despite her simple form and concept, the Yuki-Onna was very difficult to recreate. Not only did the design team have to find a way to make her skin cool, but it also had to warm up when in contact with a heat source. The solution was found to be very unique, the skin's inner layer had a form of thermal fluid that could change temperature over a period of time. However, this proved to be difficult to repair if the skin was damaged. Sometimes the thermal fluid would leak into the android internally, making damages very hard to fix.

The Durability Room was empty, noone was there but Shinzi and the Onna. Both of them walked to the locker room, which was in conjunction with the Durability Room. When they got inside, Shinzi sat on a bench and waited for the robot to get undressed. She did it, without a drop of surprise to Shinzi, right in front of him. She first slipped off her sandals, and then slid down her kimono, revealing her young, nude figure. She displayed it in front of him, as if she was asking to claim her right then and there. Shinzi, trying to ignore the feeling in his pants, pointed her to a locker. She quickly turned to the locker, opened it, and pulled out a workout uniform. As she got dressed, to Shinzi's embarrassment, bent down and revealed her rear to him. "Jesus, what's with you machines, today?" This had been a weird day so far, nothing like what happened today had happened so frequently in the past. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Onna was dressed, and ready for the Durability Test.

To be truthful, the Durability Room wasn't anything special or high-tech, it was just a gym. The purpose was to make sure that every movement of the robo-girls was accurate, dynamic, and realistic. Every type of monster-girl had their own gym, including the Lamia. As Shinzi watched the Onna work out, he couldn't help but notice the fact that he liked watching. As she stretched and touched her toes, her tight uniform squeezed against her body, making it seem like she was deliberately posing for Shinzi. As she did her jumping jacks, whatever boobs she had jiggled up and down with her bobbing hair. Shinzi wished she had bigger boobs. As she ran around a small track, Shinzi took note of her small thighs, at how they made great strides. Then, to Shinzi's horror, she tripped, and fell hard against the ground.

Shinzi was shocked for a moment, and then rushed to help her. When Shinzi got close enough, he knew it was bad. Her left leg was twisted from the inside, leaving the skin unbroken. She got up on her right elbow, and looked down at the damage. A real girl would have screamed and cried in panic, but all she did was give Shinzi a small frown of annoyance. Shinzi, fearing for software damage, quickly reached behind her right ear, and flipped the tiny switch. She lost balance on her right elbow and fell over, and never got back up. Shinzi gently picked her up, and dashed for the locker room.

When he got there, he gently laid her out on the floor. As the vacant face of the android gazed back at him, Shinzi realized something, he had to go to the bathroom. It didn't seem urgent, but he might as well go now before he got, tempted. He ran to the locker's only private bathroom, and locked the door. He was running to the toilet when, to his dismay, the floor was slippery. He tried to find some support, but already he lost balance and began to fall. His head hit hard against the floor, and already things seemed to go fuzzy. Before everything went black, Shinzi thought one last thing to himself, "Today.....has definitely been quite a day."

Freak-World: Chapter 4

When Shinzi woke up, he noticed two things. One, he was in the bathroom, not in the comfort of his home. Two, his head hurt, alot. He must have tripped on the wet floor, which explained why his clothes were wet. He picked himself up, easing the aches that ran across his body, and walked over to the mirror. He had a massive bump on his head, but at least it was a bump.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he noticed something, the Onna was gone. "How long was I out?" He had no watch, and for all he knew, it could be past closing time. As he began walking out of the locker room and into the Durability Room, he began to worry about what would happen to his job. Everyone at the research department knew he had the Onna, and if they assumed he just broken and abandoned her, he would be an unemployed man again. He walked out of the Durability Room, and went straight for the Maintenance Room.

When he finally go there, the Maintenance Room was quiet and dark, with noone around. He reached for the light-switch in the darkness, and flipped it on when he found it. Indeed, noone was around, with only the androids lying on their operating tables, awaiting more checkups on the next shift. When Shinzi saw the dialog clock above one of the doors, he sighed in disbelief. It was 12:45, at night, meaning everyone had gone home three hours ago, which meant.. tap, tap, tap.

When he heard the noise, he knew he had to hide, or his job would definitely be busted. When he saw nowhere to hide, he decided to cover himself under one of the robots. He chose the Lamia, seeing that she would be a "good" place to hide. She was lying on her stomach, her posture as if she was tanning, which suited well with her skin-tone. He gently moved her, and laid her on top of him. And just in time too, because through the loose strands of the Lamia's hair, he saw the policewoman guard.

The policewoman was an android, one of many of the park's security androids. They appeared completely human in appearence, they even looked cute, too. Even their movements were seductive, all to hide the sophisticated security equipment built into it. They all wore a small, police outfit, complete with a miniskirt. When asked why even the security of the park had to look as such, the executives simply replied, "Well, this is an adult park. So, they might as well fit in."

The android walked around the room, scanning everywhere. She spoke in a cute, empty voice, "Room C2, Maintenance Room. Lights activated during closed employee hours. Scanning area." When she passed over where Shinzi was hiding, he was relieved. The Lamia,s body confused the policedroid's scanners, identifying only the Lamia and not Shinzi. "Scanning complete. No signs of movement. No signs of activity. Returning to Guard Station 2." The machine walked out of the room, still performing her sexy walk.

Shinzi waited a few moments, before breathing a sigh of relief. He then noticed how close the face of the Lamia was to his, how beautiful that face looked. Her eyes were green, and appeared empty and smoky. Her expression was a soft, slightly open smile. Her long, braided hair fell at the sides of her face. Her breasts, which Shinzi suddenly realized, were big and soft, they pressed against his chest. His stomach was against hers, and his pelvis was against.....

Shinzi, who had been working with this company for months, unable to take a bite of the "fruit" they he been growing, finally had a choice. What should that choice be?

Freak-World: Chapter 5

Shinzi tried not to think about the soft, deliciously feminine body lying atop his. Really, he tried. But with the patrol robot gone, there was nothing else to occupy his mind. The feel of her pillowy mounds pressing into his chest, the silky brush of her hair against his cheeks, the tantalizing mystery pressing against his aching hard-on….

“I’ve got to get out of here,” he murmured aloud, shaking his head as though to knock the bad thoughts out of it. He was still an employee of Freak-World, not a client. If he were caught putting more “miles” on a unit, instead of maintaining it, his job was essentially gone. And no matter how technically skilled he was, if he had to explain to every future employer that he was fired from a bizarre adult theme park, he’d be lucky to get a job cleaning toilets at a gas station.

Now that the policedroid was gone, it was time to get going. Trying hard to think pure thoughts, Shinzi took the Lamia by the shoulders, and tried to roll her over and off of him. Unfortunately, the limp and powerless gynoid didn’t just slide off; her upper half flopped over onto its back, then kept rolling right off the repair table. With horror, Shinzi heard a loud BANG! as her carbon-fiber skull hit the floor.

“Dammit!” muttered the tech, glancing nervously at the door. If the policedroid heard that…!

As if summoned by his thoughts, the repair bay door swung open. The female police android was there, eyes wide and scanning. Immediately, she spotted Shinzi, and her icy blue eyes locked onto him like a pair of laser designators. “Alert: Intruder in Room C2, Maintenance Room,” she announced, her voice an emotionless monotone. “This area is off-limits between the hours of 9 p.m. and 3 a.m. You will be escorted to a holding room at Guard Station 2. This is for your own protection. Please do not resist.” Still swaying her hips seductively, the svelte blonde security bot strode purposefully toward Shinzi, eyes gleaming as though carved from ice.

“W-wait! My name in Shinzi Mikawa! My Employee ID is, uh, 55107! I’m a technician – I’m authorized to be in here!”

The security droid halted briefly. “Error: This area is off-limits between the hours of 9 p.m. and 3 a.m. There are no employees scheduled to be in this area after 9 p.m. There are no valid exceptions to this rule.” So saying, she resumed her stride, swiftly covering the distance between them. “Please do not—”

Without warning, the blonde android jerked to a halt, just barely beyond arm’s reach from Shinzi. It took him a moment to realize why: a long, thick, muscular tail was wrapped around her ankles, and was rapidly coiling up her legs, immobilizing her.

“Error. Error,” announced the security droid. “Second assailant detected. Self-defense protocols triggered. Freak-World Inc. is not responsible for any damage or injury that may result—”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” pouted a soft, sultry feminine voice. Just hearing it made Shinzi’s stomach do a flip-flop: it was as rich and exotic as the security droid’s was stilted and mechanical. “I’m not going to hurt you, dear. I just didn’t want to see poor Shinzi get in trouble. He’s been so good to all of us here….”

As Shinzi watched, spellbound, the Lamia picked her upper half off the floor. Her silky black hair gleamed in the fluorescent light, as did her slit-pupiled golden eyes. Her belly panel was still open, and he could see the cables and servo-muscles contracting inside her, holding the other android still. By now, her tail had coiled completely up the security droid’s legs, past her waist, and now held both her wrists pinned to her sides.

The blonde unit’s head jerked from side to side, as though scanning for some means of freeing itself. “Error. Error. Obstruction detected. Movement limited. Please do not resist. This for you own protection. Protection. Protection.”

The Lamia smiled sadly at the pretty but woefully mindless bot trapped in her coils. Then she turned her golden eyes toward the human. “Shinzi,” she cooed, “I think this poor girl needs a rest. Could you help me calm her down a bit?”

Shinzi snapped back to reality. Of course the Lamia couldn’t shut down another android; all the girls had software blocks preventing them from changing the settings of another unit. A gynoid might accidentally crash another while having sex, or while performing character actions in the park. But directly accessing another android’s controls – even their emergency power switch – was strictly forbidden.

Quickly, Shinzi reached over and tapped the security droid behind her left ear. “Error,” she repeated, her voice quickly dropping in pitch. “Error. Errrorrrr. Errrrrrrrrrr—” Her icy blue eyes still open, the security droid’s head slumped forward, her chin resting on the tightly-stretched fabric of her uniform top.

“There,” said the Lamia, sounding quite pleased with herself. “Perhaps, with a little convincing, we can make her forget this whole thing ever happened.” She swiftly uncoiled from around the other unit, and Shinzi had to catch the powered-down blonde before she slumped face-first to the floor. Gently, he lowered her onto the table where the Lamia had rested only moments earlier. Then, he turned to face his rescuer.

“Um … thanks. I got knocked out running the Yuki-Onna through a durability test this afternoon, and the other techs must have forgotten to look for me. If my boss had found out that I stayed this late after hours….”

The Lamia smiled, and Shinji couldn’t help but marvel at how real her facial expression looked. Raising a finger to her lips, she offered Shinzi a conspiratorial wink. “Don’t worry, Shinzi,” she whispered. “This will be our little secret...."

Freak-World: Chapter 6

Shinzi’s head was still reeling from the events of the previous five minutes. Addressing the android Lamia, he said, “Wait, how did you even activate … oh! When you fell off the table, your head—”

“Yes,” she replied, rubbing her scalp, “I do feel a little funny. Like something has shifted. It feels … nice, actually.”

Shinzi frowned. “I really ought to take a look at you,” he said. “If you’ll just sit down for a minute…”

The Lamia backed up slightly, waving him off. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “First, though, perhaps we should do something about our friend? It might be a problem if she wakes up with an unpleasant story for your patron.”

Shinzi glanced down at the inert security droid. The Lamia had a point: he needed to do something about her event logs, and fast. By now, it was about one o’clock in the morning. The early-shift technicians would be arriving in two hours or so to prep the girls for the day’s activities. Surely, if he just left her lying on the table, there would be some uncomfortable questions about how she had gotten there….

“All right,” he said, shelving the Lamia’s technical issues for the moment. “I’m going to open her up. Lamia, can you roll that equipment cart over here?”

“Of course, Shinzi,” she replied, and began slithering across the tile floor. As she went, Shinzi found his eyes drawn to the rippling, sinuous movements of her lower body. With her belly panel off, he could hear the soft mechanical whirring of her servos. Yet her movements were so elegant, so natural, she seemed as though she was really some fantastic mythological creature: serpent and woman, fused into a unique, exotic being.

Aside from the excellent pay and benefits – including an all-expenses-paid week as a park guest once every year – Shinzi had come to Freak-World because he wanted to see the “freaks” in action. Unlike the cheap consumer sexbots you could order online, these androids were entirely unique. Each was custom-built to appeal to a particular fetish, with its own unique design, movements and personality. These were one-offs: works of technological art, too complex and delicate for the mass market. As an engineer, Shinzi had been fascinated with the chance to observe and work on such machines, despite the stigma of working at an adult theme park.

As the Lamia went to get the cart, Shinzi placed his hands on either side of the security bot’s face. First, he pulled up and removed the unit’s hair, which came off like a wig, attached to a thin layer of plastic “skin” to simulate a scalp. Then, with a gentle pressure at the bottom of her earlobes, and a firm tug, the front half of the unit’s head detached. The eyes, nose, lips and lower jaw were all part of a mask-like animatronics package, mounted in front of the android’s CPU housing.

Its eyes still wide and its jaw slack, Shinzi set the unit’s facial assembly aside, revealing an array of connector jacks and ports. Compared to most of the girls at Freak-World, the security droid’s “brain” was extremely primitive. She even lacked the connection ports for olfactory or taste sensors; sight, hearing and touch were the only senses she used.

The Lamia returned, slithering gracefully across the maintenance bay. As Shinzi picked up a tablet computer, he glanced again into her exposed midsection, then looked up at her twinkling, playful emerald eyes. Compared to her, the dismantled robot on the table was as primitive as a stone axe.

Once plugged into her CPU, it was an easy matter for Shinzi to access her event logs and do some editing. Really, all he had to do was delete the record of their encounter, then fill those few minutes with events like, “Patrol 10 complete. No activity. Returning to Guard Station 2.” Once he switched her back on, she would ignore him entirely and return to her post for recharging.

As Shinzi tinkered with her software, the Lamia picked up the other android’s facial assembly. Eyes bright with curiosity, she examined it from every angle, noting how the shapes of the servo-muscles and wires determined that of the face itself. She even ran her finger around the connector ports at the back of the animatronics package, as though trying to decipher their function.

Finally, Shinzi unplugged the tablet. “Done!” he announced, plucking the facemask from the Lamia’s hands. “Now all we need to do is put her back together, switch her back on, and let her go back to recharge.” That said, he snapped her face back on, reattached her plastic scalp, snapped the ear-clasps back into place, and hit the power switch again. There was a buzz, then a soft whirr, then an electronic beep from somewhere inside the blonde unit’s head. The security droid’s head snapped straight ahead, and her fingers twitched slightly. Then, with the sudden jerkiness of a windup doll, she sat up on the table. “Automated Security Unit 4 Online. All systems nominal,” she announced. Her head twitched just slightly, assimilating Shinzi’s new programming. “Patrol complete. No activity. Returning to Guard Station 2.” Finally, she swung her long, shapely legs over the side, climbed down, and swayed out the door. She didn’t even spare a glance at Shinzi, nor at the Lamia-bot intently watching her departure.

Once the security droid was gone, Shinzi heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God!” he gasped. Then, feeling a little awkward, he turned to the Lamia. “Ah … thanks for your help back there. If you hadn’t caught her, I’d have been screwed.”

The Lamia smiled warmly. “Oh, it’s no trouble. You’re so sweet and helpful to all of us, it was the least I could do.” She swayed a little on her tail-body, and her exposed abdominal servos whirred softly as she shifted to keep balance. With easy, almost imperceptible grace, she slowly slithered a few inches closer.

Shinzi felt himself blush, partly at the praise, and partly at the sheer closeness of this exotic serpent-girl. “You know,” he began, “I really should take a look at your head. With that fall you took earlier—”

“Later,” the Lamia said, cutting him off. Without warning, her toned, dark-skinned arms wrapped around his waist (how had she gotten so close?), and she slithered right up to him, her ample bosom pressing softly against his chest. “I just caught and subdued an enemy. I’m tense. I need to … ease my tension….”

Shinzi felt his cheeks turn beet red. “Hey, w-wait! I’m not supposed to … I’m not allowed….”

“You didn’t seem to mind when you pulled me atop yourself earlier.” Suddenly, the pressure around his waist increased, from simply embracing to a load-bearing firmness. With a hiss of exposed hydraulics, the Lamia’s thick, muscular lower body reared up, raising her up nearly a foot and lifting Shinzi right off the ground. Before the startled tech could protest, the Lamia leaned forward, and he felt cool metal against his back. Moments later, she had maneuvered him onto the maintenance table, on which both the Lamia and the security bot had been lying just minutes earlier.

“Don’t you like it better this way?” she purred, her emerald eyes now inches above his own. “I know you love fixing us. Really, it’s so sweet. But when I’m lying in pieces on a table, I can’t do this…” Suddenly, her mouth was locked with Shinzi’s, her soft, warm lips pressed against his own. He felt a tiny, tentative pressure, and for a moment, Shinzi hesitated.

Then, he had his last coherent thought for the next hour or so:

Oh, what the hell.

Freak-World: Chapter 7

At last, Shinzi let his lips part, and the Lamia’s slender, forked tongue darted right in. The feeling was like nothing Shinzi had ever experienced. Oh, sure, he had kissed a girl or two in high school (usually at parties, once they were too drunk to care that they were making out with the nerdy tech guy). But the Lamia’s unique tongue allowed it to slide and rub inside his mouth with serpentine grace, tickling the roof of his mouth with its twin tips, its soft, warm length coiling and massaging as though it were a miniature snake itself. Her saliva, Shinzi noticed, was very mild, almost imperceptible, but tasted faintly of apples.

The Lamia moaned lustily, hugging him tighter, and Shinzi felt a soft but firm pressure around his ankles. While she held and kissed him with her upper body, the Lamia’s lower half was slowly, gently coiling around his legs. Though the rational part of his mind still felt nervous – he was, after all, making love to a partially disassembled android, whose processor had just experienced a nasty three-foot fall and impact with the tile floor. If she constricted too tightly around him, or if she experienced an electrical short, he could wind up crushed or electrocuted.

By this point, though, the rational part of his mind had been rudely shoved into a back corner. Right now, Shinzi was more focused on the hot lips, the pillowy breasts, and yes, even the firm, toned, muscular tail now wrapping itself around him. He was well and truly in thrall to the Lamia, helpless to escape her loving coils.

As their kiss continued, Shinzi reached up to embrace his mythic, mechanical lover, his hands sliding up and around her back. Her wispy garment was open in the rear, letting his palms wander over the firm, muscled, yet soft-skinned expanse of her back. His fingertips explored the outlines of her shoulder blades, the ridges of the carbon-fiber vertebrae lying just beneath her silky synthetic skin. He realized that he knew everything about the Lamia’s design – that he could pull up her blueprints almost from memory, from her electronic brain to the bones, servo-muscles and wires of her tail – yet the feel of her was totally new to him, a mysterious country that he finally had the chance to explore.

The thought of her as both machine and maiden, beast and woman, finally smashed the last bit of Shinzi’s reserve. With a grunt, he pulled the Lamia down harder on top of him, squeezing those heavenly tits against the maddening barrier of his shirt. The serpent-girl squealed in delight as her lover finally responded, her tongue coiling around his and giving him a long, firm squeeze.

Finally, Shinzi drew back, releasing her from his bear-hug. “We need to get out of these clothes,” he gasped, his voice hoarse from arousal.

The Lamia grinned, her emerald eyes flashing mischievously. With a mechanical whirr, her coils unwrapped themselves from his legs, and she sat up, giving him room to unbutton his white shirt. Her own skimpy garment was off and tossed aside in a moment, revealing her delicious breasts in all their glory, chocolate-brown nipples standing firmly at attention. The heavenly spheres seemed to defy gravity, maintaining their firm, round shape even with no clothing to support them.

With such a sight to distract him, Shinzi fumbled with his shirt buttons. Damn it, just come undone already! He thought.

The Lamia watched him with a bemused smirk. Then, with a *psssht of releasing hydraulic pressure, she leaned back down, sliding backward so that her face came down, not in front of his, but just below his belt, where a very noticeable bulge was now tenting his black pants. With movements far more deft and focused than the human’s, she undid Shinzi’s belt buckle, then the button beneath it. Then, her playful green eyes fixed on Shinzi’s, she took hold of his zipper, and slowly pulled it down. The instant she did, Shinzi’s engorged member sprang fully to attention, jutting out through the slit of his boxers.

“Oooh!” cooed the Lamia, eyeing it like a bouquet. “So big!” she giggled happily. Then her eyes met Shinzi’s once again, flashing with a devilish glee. “And tasty,” she added. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself further. As she opened her mouth to take him, Shinzi glimpsed two long, curved fangs unfolding from the roof of her mouth. Then his cockhead was between her lips, and—

Oh, God.

Shinzi had never had a blowjob before. But even if he had managed to make it with that cute girl in his Industrial Robotics class – hell, even if he’d managed to seduce Asuka Nakayama, that bitchy but achingly gorgeous cheerleader he had secretly lusted after in high school – he doubted any human woman could do the things the Lamia was doing to his manhood. Her long, slender tongue literally coiled around his shaft, sliding up and down it in a rippling corkscrew motion. And as that clever organ coiled and slithered around his shaft, the Lamia’s lips and mouth sucked enthusiastically. The raven-haired beauty licked and suckled at his tip, teasing it as the rest of his shaft waited achingly in the cold air of the repair bay. Then, gently, the Lamia began to bob up and down on Shinzi’s length, her soft lips pressed into an O around the circumference of his organ.

Shinzi gasped aloud, his hands reaching down to grasp the sides of her head. “F-fuck!” he managed to exclaim, as his hips bucked instinctively, hilting her in her fantastic mouth. Her slick artificial saliva lubed him better than a tube of Astroglide. The forked tips tickled the base of his shaft. And as she bobbed up and down on him, matching the thrusts of his lower body, he could feel those wicked-looking fangs on either side of his cock – not cutting or biting, but their solid presence added a kind of forbidden thrill. He was fucking a creature entirely capable of killing him, yet here she was, cooing and sighing around his manhood, worshipping his cock with eager devotion.

It wasn’t long before Shinzi lost control. “Gnnyahhhh!!” he cried out, holding the Lamia’s head tightly down, forcing her to swallow his seed. He felt her twitch sharply – a simulated gag reflex – before she shifted the position of her head and neck, letting his cum spill down her throat, into the removable plastic catch-bag he knew was hidden in her upper chest cavity. Shinzi’s hips thrust twice, three times more. Then he released the Lamia’s head, his arms flopping down on the table, sated and basking in the afterglow.

The Lamia sighed with satisfaction. Using her long, serpentine body, she slithered up from Shinzi’s crotch, lying down beside him, her beautifully sculpted face just an inch from his. A single drop of his cum glistened at the corner of hr mouth, and she had the look of a cat who has just lapped up a full gallon of cream. “Mmm, delicious,” she purred, giving him a kiss with those soft, pouting lips. “You taste wonderful, Master.”

Something about that last word – Master – made Shinzi’s cock bob just a bit. Yes, he was her Master – he knew every inch of her, inside and out. He was responsible for her welfare, and had the power to shut her down if he wished. More so than any guest, or even the company that had commissioned her manufacture, he, Shinzi Mikawa, was truly the Lamia’s Master. With a quiet grunt, he rolled over to face his exotic maiden-pet, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a long, deep kiss.

The Lamia responded by locking her lips with his, moaning softly as they embraced. All the while, her coils pulled tighter around Shinzi’s legs. Then, suddenly, she pulled up and back, smiling down at him. “Well,” she said, “it seems that your new title agrees with you!” Sure enough, Shinzi’s cock was bobbing at attention again, still feeling the effects of his power trip.

Slowly, the lamia raised more of her body up and off of his. As she rose into a kind of sitting position, her wide, feminine hips, briefly lifting away from Shinzi’s form, he caught sight of her slit. The Lamia’s hips were a kind of transition area, pink humanlike “skin” gradually shifting toward cool, reptilian scales. Her sex, however, was decidedly human, the artificial pussy lips already open and self-lubricated. High-resistance coils hidden beneath the skin made her pubic region warmer than the surrounding scaled flesh. As she positioned herself over Shinzi’s erect rod, she offered her Master a brilliant predatory smile.

“And now, for the main course…!”

Chapter 8

Despite the Lamia’s earlier oral attentions, Shinzi discovered that his cock was once again rock-hard, sticking up and ready to impale her. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, the lovely freak-droid girl lowered herself onto him. Her puffy red pussy lips glistened at the junction between her human half and her long, muscular tail. For just a moment, those shining wet lips kissed the tip of Shinzi’s engorged manhood. Then the Lamia let herself gently down, and the human’s shaft sank easily into her.

“Nyaaahh!” gasped the Lamia, closing her eyes in rapture. Her serpentine pussy was already well-lubricated – as was Shinzi’s spit-slicked cock – so the human hilted himself in her almost immediately. Her entire body shuddered, her coils contracting around her lover/Master’s legs, and for a moment Shinzi worried that she might accidentally damage him with the sheer strength of her long tail. Then her grip relaxed, and she cried out, a high, musical “Naaiiiee!” escaping her lovely pink lips.

As the Lamia clenched and writhed around his throbbing rod, Shinzi discovered a new definition of Heaven. Heaven was a hot, wet, sticky place, whose muscular contractions milked his dick hungrily. Instinctively, he began thrusting his hips upward, driving himself deeper into the Lamia’s beautifully crafted body.

Each thrust produced a gasp of pleasure from the serpent-girl. Whether androids really experience “pleasure” or “pain” the way humans do, the Lamia was certainly acting as though she were in the throes of the former. She was obviously set to be a very responsive lover, and Shinzi felt his pulse race faster with every gasp, every cry, every moan of pleasure that issued from her.

Man and machine-girl swiftly found a rhythm together. The Lamia used her tail and arms to lower herself, then rose up slightly after Shinzi met her hips with a hard, swift thrust. As their speed increased, Shinzi felt sweat on his forehead, and the Lamia’s cries became higher in pitch, more needy and desperate. No doubt the dozens of thermal and tactile sensors embedded in her pussy could sense that Shinzi was nearing his peak, and were prompting her to match her own climax to that of her lover.

“Oh … Master!” she gasped breathlessly between thrusts, “My blood … isn’t cold anymore! It’s … so hot! So … hot! So—”

Without warning, a burst of sparks issued from her open belly-panel. The mechanical beast-girl spasmed, and her eyes went wide. “Hot! H-h-hot!” she stuttered, the words taking on a clipped, staccato quality. “I feel so-so-so-so—”

Another angry popping sound came from inside her, and Shinzi felt her coils go limp – just in time, as he tried to pull himself from the embrace of the malfunctioning doll. *Well, now I know why she was here in the repair bay to begin with!* He thought to himself. As he kicked free of the Lamia’s coils, the broken machine-girl’s body gave a series of sharp jerks, and her head cocked to one side. “I feel so-so-so hot! Oh, Master, you make me sooooo—!” With a final spasm, the Lamia-droid rolled off the table, landing on her back as her emergency failsafes finally kicked in, shutting her down before she could do any damage.

Shinzi looked down at the broken girl-droid, eyes still wide, limp as a rag doll, lying on the floor like a discarded toy.


Once again, panic seized him. The morning-shift technicians would be arriving in an hour! Aside from the obvious fact that he was here much earlier than he should be, any idiot with a functioning set of eyeballs would notice the smoke rising from the Lamia-bot’s belly. And of course, her mouth and pussy were now coated with his seed. Not only had he been tampering with a park attraction, but he might very well have damaged the already-faulty droid beyond repair.

Still naked from the waist down, Shinzi ran toward the tool cart, grabbing a pair of needle-nosed pliers, then ran back to kneel beside the Lamia. Sure enough, his worst fears were realized: the motor subprocessor for her lower body was completely burned out, as were several ancillary circuit boards responsible for regulating sexual response. Frankly, it was a miracle Shinzi hadn’t been electrocuted through his dick.

With speed born of panic, Shinzi disconnected the burned-out components, then rushed back to the parts bins at the rear of the repair bay. Freak-World boasted more than a dozen Lamia-type units, so hopefully replacement parts should be kept in stock.

Twenty bins later, Shinzi wasn’t so sure. There were replacement shoulder actuators for the Angel and Succubus units, replacement logic boards, and even a replacement leg for an Arachne, but nothing that looked like the subprocessor Shinzi had pulled out of the Lamia. *Dammit! Don’t tell me it’s a special-order part!*

As he pondered what to do, Shinzi noticed a door marked “RESTRICTED ACCESS – Authorized Technicians Only” *Maybe all the expensive spare parts are in there?* he thought. Come to think of it, he thought he might have seen Nokia go in there a few times….

Since he doubted he had any kind of special access, Shinzi simply took a screwdriver and removed the lock. When no alarms went off, he gently pushed the door open.

Instead of spare parts, however, he discovered nearly two dozen spare *women*. At least, that was Shinzi’s initial impression. All wore the standard Freak-World technician’s uniform, with a company ID tag on a lanyard just like anyone else. Then Shinzi noticed that the front of each woman’s uniform jacket was open, as was the blouse beneath it … and that each woman had a power cable plugged into her open belly panel.

  • Android technicians?* Shinzi thought. Come to think of it, he recognized some of these women. There was Kaylee, the cute blonde girl who had just been hired (built?) a few weeks ago. There was Anna, the redheaded tech who snapped at anyone who interrupted her. And there….

Shinzi felt his eyes widen in shock. Standing in place, head down, eyes closed, her familiar black black hanging straight down behind her….


Chapter 9

Slowly, Shinzi circled the upright, inanimate doll. Only a few hours before – just before he had taken the Yuki-Onna out for that ill-fated testing session – he had thought of Nokia as a sweet, beautiful, very intelligent colleague. Now, here she was, switched off like an unused appliance, standing amid a room full of other powered-down gynoids.

On instinct, he reached up and touched her cheek. Instead of warm human flesh, Nokia’s face felt slightly cool, smoother than human skin had any right to be, with a waxy quality that belied the exquisite, realistic craftsmanship of the face itself.

  • Nokia … one of the most talented android technicians I’ve ever met … the girl I’ve had a crush on ever since I came here … is an android.*

The thought reverberated through his entire being like the sound of a struck gong. While his mind tried to puzzle through the implications of having a whole fleet of android technicians, his baser instincts were stirring once again. Here was the woman he had secretly been attracted to since his arrival, now vulnerable in a way no living woman could ever be. Just a look at the winking LED’s inside her body cavity reminded him that she could be disassembled, modified, reprogrammed and repurposed into anything he might want.

Then it occurred to him: Nokia wasn’t just a lovely, high-tech android, she was an android *technician*! Maybe she could help him repair the Lamia droid before the morning shift arrived!

For a moment, he considered simply reaching behind her left ear and switching Nokia back on. Then again, the existence of these androids was clearly meant to be kept secret from the human techs; how would she react to Shinzi standing in front of her, her belly panel open, standing in a room full of fellow androids, her secret obviously exposed? Would she alert security? Would she be angry? Hell, for all Shinzi knew, she might self-destruct if she detected an unauthorized person accessing her systems.

Quickly, he dashed back into the repair bay, retrieving the wireless interface tablet he had used to reprogram the security ‘bot. Maybe, if he could just monitor Nokia’s systems as she ran, he could head off any problems as they arose.

Back in the android storage room, Shinzi detached the tablet’s wireless connector and plugged it into one of the many small ports in Nokia’s exposed internals. Once the green light began flashing, Shinzi gently removed the plug from her power socket. Then he reached down beneath the waistband of her pants, sliding his fingers under her slacks, then her panties (they felt like satin, and it was all Shinzi could do to not to simply strip her naked from the waist down). Assuming Nokia was built like most of Freak-World’s humanoid units, the open/close control for her belly panel would be just above her sex module.

Sure enough, a swift double-tap to her triangle of pubic hair brought forth a small whir. Slowly, a rectangular section of synthetic skin slid down from within – a smooth, flat belly, detailed with subtle contours to indicate firm yet trim abdominal muscles, as well as a tiny, cute-looking little navel (Nokia, it seemed, was an “innie”). Once lowered fully, the flesh panel slid forward, coming flush with the surrounding skin. Like most of the park’s gynoids, Nokia clearly had a system for self-sealing her panels once closed, for the seam disappeared almost instantly. In moments, she was indistinguishable from a human woman, save for the fact that she seemed to have fallen asleep while standing upright.

Shinzi checked the tablet. Thankfully, there seemed to be no more security on Nokia than on any other park gynoid. The standard connection interface popped up, and Shinzi glanced at her specifications.

Exotiq Andronics Model 5104 Technical Service Unit 106748-L-N42

RAM: 1TB ROM: 4TB Batt: 100% Status: Offline

Personality Construct: Nokia ver. 3.5.04 AI: L3 Sleeper Mode: On

The last line caught Shinzi’s attention. Sleeper androids weren’t all that uncommon – for owners who didn’t like to advertise that they slept with a doll, or who liked to interact with their ‘droids as people rather than appliances, sleeper software allowed the units to act more human. Though still bound to obey user instructions, sleepers tended to be more free-willed, taking more initiative rather than constantly asking for instructions. They also tended to avoid discussions of their android nature, deflecting conversation to other topics. Some software even went so far as to provide the unit with a “life story”, from which it could draw anecdotes about childhood, schooling, professional experience and the like. In fact, most of the park’s gynoid “cast” were sleepers of one sort or another, programmed to fulfill their roles as mythical creatures rather than as obviously artificial creations.

  • So that’s how Nokia and the others have managed to pass for human all this time,* Shinzi thought. *Damn! Talk about good acting.*

Finally, satisfied that the link would warn him of any impending problems, Shinzi proceeded to button up her blouse, tucking it back into her waistband. Then he reached up and tapped the activation switch behind Nokia’s left ear. There was a soft electronic beep from somewhere in her chest, and Nokia’s chin lifted, her head rising from its previous slumped-forward position. Then her lovely emerald eyes fluttered open, and Shinzi’s heart literally stopped as she hit him with a warm, dazzling smile.

“Hello, Shinzi!” she said, as though he had just come in for work. “Aren’t you a little early?”

“Ah … um …” Shinzi stammered. “Well, I … had something to finish up. Aren’t you early, too?”

“Oh, I always come in a bit before the shift starts,” she said casually. “It’s not like I have much else to do in the mornings, so I just get up and walk to work.”

  • Yeah, you walk all of ten steps out of here, straight into the repair bay!* Shinzi thought. On some level, though, he was glad she hadn’t really lied about anything: she just left out the details that had to do with her own android existence. “Ah, well, okay. Hey, since you’re here, could you help me with something? The Lamia-bot is in pretty bad shape.”

“Yeah, I saw,” Nokia agreed, following Shinzi out of the room. Naturally, she ignored the twenty-some other technicians standing around, still plugged in and powered down. “I think there’s a loose wire from the upper-torso kinesthetic subprocessor down to the one in the pelvic module. The guest who called it in said her tail was jerking around like she was having a seizure. Obviously, having your lover break down mid-climax kind of ruins the mood.”

  • Well, that would have been helpful to know before I started boning her,* Shinzi thought. “Actually, it’s … it’s worse than that. I think the lower-body subprocessor is totally burned out, along with some of her sexual hardware. I think we need to replace it.”

“What? No way!” Nokia exclaimed, as she followed him over to the repair table. Within minutes, though, a quick look at her internals (and at the fried parts Shinzi had removed earlier) convinced Nokia that he was right. “Damn!” she exclaimed. “I swear, it didn’t look nearly this bad when I clocked out last night!”

  • Yeah, well, I kind of made it worse,* Shinzi thought with a touch of chagrin. Fortunately, Nokia seemed to think that she had simply missed the extra damage during her first inspection yesterday, rather than looking around for another culprit.

Quickly, she moved over to a set of drawers, slid one open, and pulled out a part identical to the subprocessor Shinzi had pulled out of the Lamia earlier. As she went about locating the other circuit boards – faster and more successfully than Shinzi’s attempts a few minutes prior – he took a moment to marvel at what an incredible machine Nokia was. Not only could she hold up her end of a conversation, appearing totally human in the process, but she was also a reliable, knowledgeable technician, who clearly knew where to find things better than Shinzi. *Is the company actually going to replace us with units like her?* Shinzi wondered to himself. *Much as I hate to admit it, she does seem to know her job better than most of the human techs I’ve worked with. At least, I assume they were human techs….*

With all the spare parts rounded up, Nokia made her way back to the table, where the Lamia lay cool and lifeless. Her arms hung out and down over the sides of the metal slab, her slitted emerald eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. A thin trail of saliva dripped from her slack lips. Nokia, of course, ignored her awkward posture, and delved straight into her exposed mechanics.

Shinzi had always admired the speed and efficiency with which Nokia worked. Now that he knew she was a machine, of course, it all made perfect sense – she was built and programmed to repair other androids, after all. Glancing down at the tablet, he opened a window and watched the list of processes currently running on Nokia’s CPU. The list was short, mostly dominated by names like “electricalsafetyparam” and “schematiclibrary” – software that allowed her to analyze the Lamia’s design, locate absent or damaged components, and effect repairs without getting herself shocked.

Within minutes, Nokia set down her tools, straightened up, and – for effect – wiped the back of her sleeve across her forehead, although Shinzi was sure that there was no actual sweat there. “Got it!” she said, and Shinzi watched as the majority of her technical software closed down. An entire array of new processes swiftly activated to take their place – social and human-interaction software, mostly. Now that the Lamia was (hopefully) back in working order, Nokia’s new top priority was establishing and maintaining pleasant relations with the humans around her – namely, Shinzi.

As her social programming loaded up, Shinzi couldn’t help but look for sexual response software. Did she find him attractive? Was she even capable of romantic interactions? Of sex? Or was she just programmed to fix other androids, make small talk, and switch herself off at the end of the day?

A bit of inquisitive browsing found the answer. Exotiq Andronics, the company that had built Freak-World, specialized in manufacturing androids for personal companionship – in other words, a wide variety of sexdroids. Nokia was a 5000-series model, one of the company’s more successful lines, so her chassis was physically equipped for sex. Software-wise, however, her programming had obviously been optimized for her role as an android technician. The standard sexual software was there, but had apparently never been set up or activated.

“Shinzi?” asked Nokia. “What are you looking at?”

Fingers flew over the touch screen, moving briskly through the setup process. “Actually, I’m looking at the sexual software for a very lovely gynoid.”

Sexual Response: Enabled Orientation: Bisexual, male preference Persona: Seductive

“Oh, really?” Nokia replied teasingly. As she smirked, Shinzi noticed a subtle wiggle of her hips – definitely not something he’d seem her do before. “Another project?”

“Oh, yeah. Sleeper unit. Totally human, great interactive software, and a terabyte of RAM. Smart and sexy – just my type, actually. Too bad nobody bothered to activate her sexual software.”

Base Level (1-10): 3 Max level: (1-10): 9

“Yeah, too bad,” Nokia murmured softly, a dreamy look on her face. Slowly, she began moving toward Shinzi, swaying as she walked. “Sounds hot.”

“Very,” Shinzi agreed … then laid the tablet aside, wrapped his arm around her waist, and drew her in for a kiss.

Nokia moaned, eyes closing as she tilted her head, locking lips in a long, passionate French kiss. Since powering up, her skin had warmed to normal human body temperature … as had her slick, talented synthetic tongue, which wasted no time sliding between Shinzi’s lips. As their hands wandered over each other’s bodies, their tongues explored one another’s mouths.

  • Yep, definitely working now,* Shinzi thought. As the kiss deepened, a grin spread across his lips….

Chapter 10

Nokia was everything Shinzi had imagined. Better, even. As she gently helped him unclasp the back of her bra, it seemed as though her breasts were slightly expanding, freed from the confining prison of her undergarments. Then her long, delicate fingers were deftly unbuttoning Shinzi’s white shirt. The moment his own chest was bared, Nokia pressed her body to his, and Shinzi felt those pillowy mounds squash and spread against him. Nokia sighed, and Shinzi thought he could detect a subtle, musky feminine scent.

Eyes closed, Nokia gently took hold of his head, guiding Shinzi down into another incredible kiss. As her tongue darted about inside his mouth, smooth and warm and slick, Shinzi’s technical mind couldn’t help but marvel at all the animatronic hardware that allowed her dainty pink organ to move so nimbly. As they kissed, his hands roved over her half-nude body, cupping her soft, rounded backside through her skirt.

Nokia pulled him close one last time, kissing him hungrily. Then she stepped back, hooking her thumbs through the waistband of her skirt. Giving her lover an impish grin, she slid the offending knee-length garment down to her ankles, then stepped out of it. Nokia stood before him in nothing but her panties, nylons and garter belt, with her shiny little black shoes. “Do you want to play with me, Shinzi?” she whispered.

“Hell yes,” he panted, and pulled her back in for another round of stroking and fondling. This time, he slid his hands down under the waistband of her panties, kneading her deliciously soft ass cheeks directly. Nokia clearly enjoyed the attention, arching her back and moaning lustfully. “Ahhh! Oh, Shinzi,” she crooned, her own hands working swiftly to undo his belt buckle. Once that was done, she simply let the leather strap hang limply from his belt loops, immediately switching her focus to the pants themselves. In seconds, Shinzi’s fly was wide open, and he could feel Nokia’s manicured fingers seeking the opening in his briefs.

“Whoa there, dolly,” he said, gently pushing her away, “I want to see yours first.” So saying, he pulled down Nokia’s black lace panties. A neat triangle of close-cropped pubic hair pointed the way to her slit. Though he was hardly an expert, Shinzi knew Nokia’s pussy was a work of art – after all the pawing they had done so far, the outer lips were open wide, her inner lips flushed pink and puffy. He could even see the tiny nub of her clit, gleaming with lubricant like a shiny pink button.

“Lie down,” Shinzi commanded, and the raven-haired doll complied, leaning back against one of the repair tables. Panting heavily, Shinzi brought his face down toward her folds, inhaling the warm, rich scent of her simulated arousal.

For an instant, Shinzi hesitated. Having never received a blowjob before his encounter with the Lamia-bot, he had also never given one before. Surely, a human lover might be willing to put up with him as he fumbled around, but Shinzi had no illusions that he was a master of cunnilingus.

The moment his first, tentative lick touched her clit, however, Nokia threw back her head and gasped in ecstasy. “Shinzi!” she cried. *Well, I guess she’s a virgin too,* Shinzi thought to himself, having only configured her sexual software moments earlier. His second lick was longer, more confident – and elicited an even more enthusiastic response from the gynoid. This time, Shinzi was better able to appreciate the flavor of her love juices – sweet and tangy, with just a hint of saline. As her scent filled his nostrils, and her taste tingled on his tongue, Shinzi felt his earlier anxiety evaporate. He began eating Nokia’s pussy out with gusto, sliding his tongue into her hot, slick, receptive depths.

On the table, Nokia writhed and moaned. Her newly set-up sex software was making up for lost time, causing her to squirm and arch her back in simulated arousal. As Shinzi experimented with his technique, penetrating deeper and deeper with his tongue, lapping up her juices, Nokia dispensed more fluid to take their place. Another subroutine detected that her hands were currently unoccupied, and set them to work grasping and fondling her own breasts. Though the function of her sexual systems was to please her owner, not Nokia’s own gratification, the sight of a beautiful woman playing with her tits was known to excite humans – as were the moans and gasps emanating from her mouth.

At last, Nokia’s system decided to initiate climax. As Shinzi licked and sucked at her honey box, the flow valves opened wide, and a squirt of milky synthetic lube gushed down the length of her tunnel. The raven-haired gynoid let out a long, rapturous scream, and Shinzi found himself lapping greedily at the flow of artificial nectar dripping from her slit.

As Nokia’s simulated climax subsided, her servo-musculature went limp. The lifelike doll closed her eyes, panting rhythmically as she tried to vent and bring down her core temperature. “Oh … oh God!” she gasped. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

“Of course you haven’t,” Shinzi said with a grin. “Considering your sexware wasn’t even set up until now.” As he wiped the last of Nokia’s juice from his chin, he took a moment to glance over the helpless, gasping doll on the work table. Chest rising and falling, her quim dripping with fragrant sex juice, she was the image of a perfect, sexy young woman, human in every way.

  • I’ll just have to fix that,* Shinzi thought to himself.

Slowly, he walked over and caressed Nokia’s cheek with his left hand. With the right, he gave her neatly trimmed pubic triangle a double-tap. There was that familiar beep, then Nokia’s belly panel slid back and up, rising up into her chest and exposing her true nature. Rows of status LED’s blinked cheerfully inside, along with the larger indicator light of the wireless connector, reminding Shinzi that her controls were still slaved to his tablet.

Nokia didn’t seem to notice that her innards were now on display. Her sleeper software was still engaged, and she continued to pant and sigh on the table, her soft latex-skinned cheek nuzzling into Shinzi’s hand.

Bolder now, Shinzi tapped another control, this time in the shallow depression at the middle of her clavicle. A louder mechanical click came from within, and a seam appeared, going straight down the center of her chest. Then Shinzi heard the whir of motors engaging, and Nokia’s entire chest split open. Her soft, silicone-filled breasts each hung from a curved panel of carbon-fiber ribs and latex-composite skin. The rectangular belly panel, having already slid up into her chest, went with the right-side ribs.

As Nokia bared herself to his gaze, Shinzi watched in awe as her vital components were revealed. Clear plastic lungs filled and deflated – not because Nokia needed to breathe, but as part of an active air-cooling system for her CPU. The central processor itself was located where a human’s heart would be. While simpler robots could fit their tiny “brains” inside their heads, Nokia was a fully-functional sex and technical gynoid, so her CPU took up a good portion of her chest cavity instead, leaving a smaller sensory subprocessor in the “skull” to receive and preprocess the data from her optics, audials, olfactory and taste sensors.

As before, Nokia didn’t react to being split open like butchered carcass. Shinzi was utilizing valid hardware inputs, and had caused no actual damage, so his explorations didn’t trigger a “pain” response from her interactive software. She did, however, recognize the intensity of his gaze, as well as some slight salivation as he stared at (or rather, into) her chest. A suitable reaction presented itself from her response library. “See anything you like?” she purred seductively. She shifted her upper body in a way that would, normally, have caused her breasts to jiggle. They still did, but now they both hung sideways from the two halves of her rib cage.

“God yes,” Shinzi said, and pulled her up into another deep, passionate kiss. As he held her, he could hear the metallic sigh of her lungs, inflating and deflating like a pair of balloons. A tiny fan kicked on, speeding air exchange over the surface of her CPU housing. He could even hear the faint whir of her spinal-column servos, as Nokia arched her back to meet his kiss.

Just as he reached up to grasp one of her dangling breasts, Shinzi glanced sideways. The freshly repaired Lamia-bot was still lying on the other table, golden eyes wide open, staring fixedly at nothing. Her own belly panel was still open, pending an online test to make sure the new hardware was working before sealing her back up.

  • No time like the present,* Shinzi thought, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. Sitting up, he grabbed Nokia’s arm, pulling her up into a sitting position. The brown-eyed gynoid gave him a quizzical look, but allowed Shinzi to guide her up off the table, everything from her collarbone to her groin still hanging open.

“Hey, Nokia,” Shinzi said, “do you want to try playing with another doll?” So saying, he reached down and tapped the Lamia behind her left ear. An electronic beep sounded from somewhere in her chest, and her body jerked slightly as her battery began feeding power into her servo-muscles again. The serpent-girl blinked rapidly a few times as her OS booted up. Then her slit-pupiled eyes lit up with delight, and her lips stretched into a warm, fanged smile. “Shinzi!” she cried. “I think I could get used to waking up to you.”

“Good morning to you, too,” Shinzi replied to a grin. He gestured to Nokia, still split open, wearing nothing but her garter belt, stockings and shoes. “You’ve met Nokia,” he said. “I’ve been doing a little … work on her this morning.”

“Mmm, I can see that,” purred the Lamia, sitting up on the table. Her serpentine lower body swung lazily off the side of the slab. She stared into Nokia’s open chest cavity, and the more humanoid droid gave a very convincing blush. Then the Lamia noticed the gleam of fresh juice around Nokia’s pussy and inner thighs, and her smile took on a predatory slyness. “Oh, my! He has been working on you!” she chuckled.

Unlike Nokia, the Lamia had participated in dozens of sexual encounters since coming online. She could see exactly where this was going – there was the half-naked human male, there was another gynoid, obviously set up and ready for sex. Her tail now on the ground, she slithered sinuously to Nokia, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What an adorable little doll you are,” she whispered. Then she leaned in and gave Nokia a kiss, sliding her long forked tongue into the other droid’s mouth.

Nokia’s soft brown eyes went wide with surprise for a moment. But while Shinzi had programmed her with a preference for males (i.e. Shinzi), he had also enabled her for bisexual encounters. Soon, she was returning the kiss with enthusiasm, mewling softly as the other girl pressed her full breasts into Nokia’s open chest cavity, tanned skin pressing against clear plastic air sacs.

Shinzi felt his cock go rock-hard as he watched the sexbots kiss. Cheek to cheek, body to body, it was obvious that their model lines were related. Both Nokia and the Lamia had the same body shape – at least from the waist up. Even their faces had probably come from the same mold. From a manufacturing standpoint, it made plenty of sense – Nokia’s body was a standard 5000-series chassis, mass-produced and easy to come by. To create the Lamia, Exotiq could simply have cannibalized one of her hundreds of identical “sisters”, replaced its lower body with the Lamia’s serpentine tail, and installed a custom set of golden “snake eye” optics.

Now, as these assembly-line sister-bots were reunited, Shinzi’s mind was filling with all kinds of fun plans for his new dolls….

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