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Femborg

By: HungryGuy



"All rise," said the court officer as judge Katyn entered the court room.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked the judge.

The jury foreman stood. "We have, your honor. We the jury find the defendant, Yeony Parker, guilty of one count of driving while intoxicated, guilty of one count of reckless driving, one count of driving with a suspended license, once count of leaving the scene of an accident, five counts of failing to appear before her probation officer on two prior FDWI convictions, two counts of reckless endangerment, four counts of resisting arrest, and four counts of assault upon a peace officer performing official duties, three counts of manslaughter, and three counts of vehicular homicide."

Yeony began sobbing on her lawyer's shoulder as the verdict was read. Judge Katyn said, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Before I commence with sentencing, may I have a word with the prosecution and defense in my chambers?"

"All rise," said the court officer as the judge left the court room, followed by Yeony's lawyer and the chief prosecutor.

The judge looked at the prosecutor. "Do you seek the death penalty?"

"Yes, your honor. This defendant destroyed an entire family. Two children have both been left paraplegic and quadriplegic, and both parents dead and another sibling dead. This while driving intoxicated with a suspended license from two previous DWIs. And then leaving them for dead as she fled the scene. The people seek the death penalty for this defendant."

"I'm inclined to agree." To the defense lawyer, judge Katyn said, "I assume you intend to appeal?"

"Your honor. My client wishes to surrender her right of appeal and be admitted into the CH-MEMS program in lieu of the death penalty."

The prosecutor let out a huff. "Another femborg?"

The judge glared at the prosecutor, then returned her gaze to the defense attorney. "Does your client realize that admission into the CH-MEMS program requires her to surrender all rights of appeal? Upon execution of the CH-MEMS procedure, there is no appeal or stay, and your client will be declared legally dead. Does she understand these facts?"

"Yes, she does, your honor. Further, your honor, my client is an attractive young woman. We believe that, as a CH-MEMS, she will bring a good price at auction to compensate the surviving victims and will benefit the surviving victims to a much greater extent than executing her."

The judge said, "You have 48 hours to submit the application or I will issue the sentence of death by lethal injection."

****

Yeony sat in her cell, day after day, week after week, only being let out into the prison courtyard for a half hour each day. 

Yeony had made friends with one of the other inmates. She and Latoya talked about things that prisoners talk about. "Latoya," Yeony stammered. "What do you do about, er, you know?"

"About what?"

"I haven't had a man since I've been here. What do you do? I mean besides your fingers?"

"Hell, girl. Ain't nothing we can do. Used to be we could get favors out of the male guards for giving them some ass. You know, give and take? But now that they only allow female guards here, we don't get none any which way. Fucking puritan bastards don't even let us have vibrators."

Several months later, Yeony walked over to Latoya on her courtyard break. "Whassup, girl?" asked Latoya as Yeony sat on the crumbling concrete stoop. "Something wrong?"

"The paperwork just came through. They're making me a femborg."

"No shit?"

"No shit, Latoya. I'm scared. What's it like to be a femborg?"

"How the fuck do I know, girl? But I tell ya' what I hear."

"What's that?"

"I hear you're wide awake and can watch everything you do. But you can't do nothing. Everything you do is controlled by your owner's remote control. Like your body is a radio controlled car or something."

"That's what I hear, too." Yeony sighed. "Maybe I should have just told my lawyer to let them kill me."

"Damn straight! I'd rather be dead than be some honky's robot slave bitch."

"Oh! Why did I do it? Why did I drive drunk and kill those people? Why did those fucking people have to be crossing the street just then? I'd have got home no problem. It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt anyone." Yeony started to cry, and Latoya put her arm around Yeony's shoulder. 

"Shit, Latoya!" Yeony sobbed. "I really fucked up my life!"

"We all done that good in here," said Latoya.

"I wonder what'll happen to me?"

"My half brother killed a guy in a bar and they turned him into a manborg."

"Really? What happened to him?"

"Last I heard, Ford or somebody bought the lot at auction and used them as crash test dummies." 

"That's legal?"

"Hell, yeah, girl! You declared legally dead. It's just like they sell corpses to laboratories and shit. Legally, you're no different than a corpse to be bought and sold."

"Fuck! You mean I did that to escape execution, and whoever buys me can kill me anyway just for jollies."

"Yup!" said Latoya. "But they don't do that to young pretty girls. You'll just become a whore in some hellhole country."

"Gee, thanks, Latoya."

Latoya laughed, "Don't mention it." 

****

Several weeks later, Yeony awoke in the prison hospital flat on her back on a gurney in the small recovery room. As the anesthesia wore off, she was momentarily confused, but then remembered. _Femborg. They just turned me into a femborg._ 

She tried to turn her head too look around, but couldn't. She tried to sit up, but she was strapped down. No. She wasn't strapped down. She just couldn't move. Immediately panicking, she took note of her body. She could still feel her body—-she could feel her back pressing down on the gurney, she could feel the starchy prison sheets draped over her body. But she was utterly motionless. She could feel herself breathing, and could hear her heart pounding. She looked left and right, and swallowed. At least she had that much control over her body. She blinked, looked around though her head remained stationary. And she could swallow and wiggle her tongue. But that was it.

Fear welled up and she tried to scream, but no sound emerged from her lips when the doctor finally came over to check on her. "You're awake, I see," he said.

Yeony merely blinked.

"Blink twice if you can hear me," he said.

She did so.

"Good. There will be some discomfort at the back of your neck for a few days where the control module was implanted and spliced into your spinal cord..."

At that, Yeony did feel a bulge pressing against the back of her neck as she lay there. It felt a little sore.

"...beyond that, are you in any pain? Blink twice for yes, once for no."

Yeony blinked once. 

The doctor poked and prodded her here and there, taking her pulse and blood pressure before moving on to other tasks.

_Locked in! That's what this is called,_ she remembered from reading about various medical conditions in the prison library over the past few months.

Tears dripped from her eyes as she lay there motionless and ignored for hours. But, finally, someone came over to her and fiddled with some gizmo. To her shock, she sat up without meaning to. Then she spun on the bed and stood. _What the fuck is going on?_ Some woman in a lab coat was holding some kind of box with two joysticks--a large and bulky version of a PlayStation controller. Yeony tried to speak, but was still mute. At least she could move her eyes around. She watched as the woman wiggle the joysticks, and her body responded accordingly. Yeony suddenly realized that the woman was controlling her body by remote control from that control box. Yeony turned left, and lost sight of the woman with the controller. She walked out of the recovery room and down a hallway. Yeony could hear the footsteps of that woman behind her as she passed several doors and found herself in a room with several other prisoners sitting motionless in metal folding chairs. Yeony walked over to an empty chair, turned, and found herself facing that woman who was controlling her body. The woman did something on the controller, and Yeony sat on the chair. Finally, without a word the whole time, the woman set Yeony's controller on a counter top and left the room. 

Yeony could see the other borg people out the corner of her eyes sitting in adjacent chairs. But try as she might, she couldn't speak or move. 

****

After work Friday night, Jarvis plopped down in front of his TV to turn on his PlayStation and play _Wargasm_ for a while. Then, after getting killed in the desert for the umpteenth time by that sniper that he couldn't see, he got onto his computer and clicked though the daily paper that he subscribes to. Clicking past a number of pop-up ads from _Try-N-Save_ and other local big box stores, he spied an ad for some car dealer that was having a huge blowout sale this weekend. Having just paid off his last car, he was thinking of a new car. He'd even managed to save up about $20,000. He could get a clean late model used car for that. He eyed listings for a late model _Smart ForOne,_ a _Chevy Volt, and a brand new _Sony Joule._ Then he noticed a small unobtrusive thumbnail ad for a government CH-MEMS auction. *Cyborg-Human Micro-Electrical Mechanical Systems* it said in small print. He'd heard of these things. He'd considered buying a fembot a few times, but he wanted a flesh-and-blood woman, not a machine. He'd heard that HI-MEMS had started out as an experimental way to control cyborg insects. The military got into it, calling it CI-MEMS, but all hell broke loose when a retired operator kidnapped his girlfriend, and the girl's father, also a retired CI-MEMS operative staged a recovery, destroying half a city block in the process. It was all over the news for weeks, with the government ultimately paying out millions in settlement damages. So, anyway, he googled around a bit on _Bliingle,_ eventually learning that a female CH-MEMS bot is called a femborg, because she is a real live human body controlled by a remote control instead of her human brain. _Cool!_

So on Saturday the next day, he played _Grand Theft Auto_ on his _NextBox_ for a few hours, then drove down to the state armory in nearby Springfield to attend the auction. In the large hall, people milled around looking at the CH-MEMS people to be auctioned. The two long walls were lined with cyborg people behind steel barricades. A leaflet that he was given upon entry explained that most were condemned prisoners who agreed to become cyborg people to escape the death penalty. The proceeds of their sales will go to pay off their victims or victim's estates. A few were people with life threatening conditions but who lacked medical insurance to pay for treatment. For them, the price of being cured was to become CH-MEMS. 

Most of the cyborg people on display were young males, mostly black but some white, convicted of various murders and manslaughters. A few attractive young women, both black and white, lined the displays. Each display didn't identify why each particular person was a cyborg, but it didn't really matter to Jarvis. He wished that he could see the girls nude, but they were each wearing a sort of hideous unattractive loose black jumpsuit. 

At the beginning of each round, a government staffer would fondle a sort of controller like an elaborate PlayStation controller with thumbsticks, a keyboard, and an LCD display, and "operate" the cyborg person, making him or her walk up to the front of the room. 

The auction worked by each bidder sliding an ID card into a reader on the arm of their chair and keying their sealed bid. When the timer counted down, the highest bidder was announced who won that particular cyborg.

He passed the first dozen rounds, those being for various males. By the time a female came up, an attractive black woman with short curly black hair, he had a general idea what an appropriate bid amount was. The bids weren't as high as he'd thought they'd be. He bid $10000 for her, but was outbid. She sold for $15000. So the women go for a little more than the men, eh? 

A little later another woman came up for bid, a cute blonde with a handful of tattoos all up and down her arms. The tattoos kind of turned him off, but he bid again, this time $15000, and again he was outbid but only by a thousand. 

Some time later, another woman came up for bid, a girl with jet black hair who looked to be a Chinese-American mix. He blew his wad this time, bidding $20000. He almost fell back in his chair when his name was called as the winning bidder. 

He approached the clerk on the side of the room where he signed some papers paid with his debit card. Another clerk approached, working a controller as the femborg followed. The first clerk opened up a manilla envelope and pulled out a slew of legal papers. 

"What's all this?" asked Jarvis. 

"Never own a femborg before?" the clerk asked.

"Nope. Never bought a femborg before." Jarvis looked up and stared into the eyes of his new purchase. Having her brain replaced by a remote control unit, he didn't expect to sense anything, but he saw intelligence there. She even blinked. 

"Yes," said the clerk. Sliding a form out, the clerk said, "This is her birth certificate." 

Jarvis examined her birth certificate. "Her name is Yeony? What a weird name!"

The clerk handed Jarvis another form. "This is her death certificate."

"Death certificate?" gasped Jarvis. "She's just a walking corpse? A dead body? A zombie?"

"No," the clerk said dryly. "She's not a zombie at all. Her body is very much alive. Heart beating, blood flowing, and all that. Walking on her own muscle power. But she's been declared legally dead. Otherwise, she couldn't be sold as property." 

"I see," said Jarvis as he read her death certificate. 

"Yup! And these are her court records," said the clerk as he slid more papers in front of Jarvis. 

"What sort of records?" 

"You read about that girl a few years ago who drove drunk and rolled over that family? Killed the parents and left the kids paralyzed? Then fled the scene?"

"Yeah!" said Jarvis. "I remember that! Everyone wanted her to get the chair!"

"This is her," said the clerk pointing at the girl.

"Shit!" said Jarvis, glancing back at his femborg in disgust.

"Every one here has committed some heinous crime worthy of the death penalty, or they wouldn't be here."

"I guess you're right," said Jarvis.

"Now here are her medical records. And this is a guide book on how to care for her. Remember, she's real live human girl, so she needs to eat and do everything that a person needs to do." 

"I see," said Jarvis, realizing that he may have got in a little too deep. _Perhaps I would have been better off with a fembot._

"Anyway, Joe here will show you how to operate her."

"Yeah, follow me," said the second clerk.

Jarvis followed Joe and the femborg into a back room where Joe handed him the controller. 

"Now," said Joe. "Ever play a First Person Shooter video game?" 

"Yeah!" said Jarvis. "All the time! I'm a video game addict, actually. I have a problem keeping girlfriends because of that."

"Okay then. You operate her like controlling yourself in a FPS. The left thumbstick controls her movement. Forward and back, side step left and right. Try it."

Jarvis nudged the thumbstick forward, and she took a step forward. He made her step backward, and side to side.

"The right thumbstick adjusts her stance in place," said Joe. "Make her lean forward, or sit back, or turn clockwise or counterclockwise, in place." 

Joe pointed to another button. "This button makes her sit."

Jarvis moved to press the button. 

"But don't do it unless she's standing in front of a chair or she'll fall back on her ass. The controller in her neck is just an interface between her spine and your controller. It's not an advanced AI."

"I see," said Jarvis. 

"Hold this other button down, and the thumbsticks control her arms rather than her legs. You can actually make her pick up and manipulate things with her hands, but that'll take practice."

Jarvis fiddled with the controls a while longer, making her move erratically.

"What's the keyboard for?" asked Jarvis.

"Type something and see," said Joe.

Jarvis typed, "Ich wil den Klavierstein."

A moment later, Yeony said, "Ich wil den Klavierstein," in a high-pitched squeaky voice.

"Cool!" said Jarvis with a big grin. 

"Any other questions?" asked Joe.

"I assume this LCD display shows what she sees with her eyes, right?"

"Right. And the numbers superimposed on the screen are her vitals. For example, it shows that her bladder is 20% full. When it reaches 50% you should probably sit her on the toilet and make her piss."

"I have to do that for her?"

"Yes," said Joe. "You control everything she does. If you let her bladder get much above 90%, she'll wet herself. Same idea with her bowels." 

"Well," stammered Jarvis. "She's um..."

"What?" asked Joe.

Jarvis felt himself turning red. "She's anatomically correct, right?"

"Hell, kid! She's a real live human girl. Of course she's anatomically correct. Jeez!"

Jarvis laughed at himself for asking a stupid question. Glancing over at Yeony, it almost looked like she was swallowing hard. But of course, it had to be his imagination.

So, with controller in hand, Jarvis carefully operated Yeony out of the armory and down the street to his car. 

It was a little difficult to get her to back up to the passenger seat and sit without banging her head on the car as she sat, but he managed it without banging her up too much. She'll probably have a few bumps on her head from the ordeal; good thing she has no mind to feel pain. 

Driving home though, it was eerie sitting with a girl who was totally silent. He had never known a girl to be quiet for even a few seconds. She just sat there motionless staring straight ahead, but he got the strangest feeling that he noticed her eyes moving and glancing left and right. But he figured that's has to be some sort of autonomic response. 

Upon reaching home, it wasn't as hard to get her out of the car as it was to get her in it. He operated her into his house easily enough without crashing her into anything. 

In his living room, he practiced with that controller. Once he tried to make her step backward, but she sat instead. Being that there was no chair behind her, she fell back and banged her head hard against a table.

"Oh shit!" yelled Jarvis. "I'm sorry, Yeony!" as if there was a mind inside this shell of a girl to be sorry to.

Jarvis sat her up and felt a bloody gouge in the back of her head. She he ran and got a bandage and some rubbing alcohol and patched her up. Holding her, he couldn't help noticing a stream of tears dribbling down her cheeks. 

"Awww," whispered, "must be an autonomic response to the pain."

Jarvis shuddered just then as Yeony stared straight into his eyes and blinked several times in a row, quickly. 

_I wonder,_ thought Jarvis. Yet Jarvis was getting hungry, and since Yeony had to eat, too, he nuked them both some frozen pizza. There was an "Swallow" function on her controller, so he held the slice to her mouth and pressed the button, and she bit it, chewed it, and swallowed it. 

After eating, he steered her into his bedroom with the controller and maneuvered her to sit on his bed. 

"Time to see what you really look like," he said with a grin, and proceeded to unzip her black jumpsuit. After a little struggle, he had it off her, and she was sitting on his bed completely naked. "Very nice!" 

Jarvis went to use the bathroom, and then suddenly realized something. Checking the screen on her controller, her bladder was 80% full. 

Jarvis controlled her to stand and steered her into the bathroom where he sat her on the toilet. He was getting more adept at controlling her. He found the button combo to make her pee, and she emptied herself into the toilet at his command. 


Femborg Hybrid



Nathan had been saving up for a new car for years, and had finally saved up about $15,000. Yet he was having doubts if a car was the best use for that money. He'd been having girlfriend problems lately, and was becoming fed up with trying to read their minds and stay out of trouble. He knew that most guys preferred fembots anyway to avoid all those problems, and because of that there was about 10-to-1 surplus of available women to available men, and many girls were willing to put up with shit to land a human boyfriend. 

But Nathan had doubts about a fembot, too. He didn't want to fuck a machine. He wanted to fuck female flesh. True, a fembot never has a headache, doesn't have a gag reflex, is ready and willing to have sex at the guy's slightest whim, and does all the chores and cooking without expecting any help. But it was still a machine. Plus, a fembot cost about $50 grand--way out of his price range, even though they've come down in price from the six figures they went for just a few years ago. If he had the cash, he might buy a fembot just to do the work around the house and not to fuck, but he had to be careful how he spent his money. 

While watching the news on the local cable channel an ad came on for a government femborg auction the following Saturday. Nathan had heard about femborgs, but had never known anyone who had one or what they really were. He'd heard that they cost much less than fembots, but nothing specific.

So, after the news, he went online and googled around for information about femborgs. What he found surprised him. He discovered that most femborgs and maleborgs are condemned prisoners on death row who requested acceptance into the CH-MEMS program to escape execution. That's short for *Cyborg Human Micro Electrical Mechanical Systems*, following the use of the original term HI-MEMS and CI-MEMS programs by the military to use cyborg insects to spy on enemy encampments on the front lines. What they do is to sever the person's spinal cord just below the brain and implant an wireless electronic servo control module. The person is still fully alert and could see, hear, and be aware of everything he does, but has no control over his body. His body is little more than a remote-controlled doll operated by a hand-held controller. Cyborg people are declared legally dead at conversion, so it would be legal to buy, sell, and own them as property, just like corpses are sold to universities, medical research labs, and crash test facilities. Indeed, medical labs and crash test facilities often buy live CH-MEMS people for testing, all perfectly legal, since they're legally dead already. The profits from the sale of cyborg people at government auction go to the victims of their crimes. Cyborg people don't fetch as high a price as bots because bots are autonomous and can perform complex tasks independently and with little supervision. They are also imbued with a sense somewhat like Isaac Asimov's fictional laws of robotics that act as a moral restraint that prevents bots from running amok and hurting people. Cyborg people, on the other hand, have to be operated directly by a human operator with a remote controller that looks very much like a PlayStation game controller. Their actual minds are that of dangerous condemned criminals, and so can never be allowed even the most rudimentary control over their own actions. 

"Hmmmm," pondered Nathan. "Seems cruel, even for a condemned criminal. Still, it beats being executed." So Nathan checked his savings account, and made up a wish list for what type of cyborg girl he would like to buy. 

He headed over to the state armory that Saturday, and signed in. He was given a bid card that he used to place bids on the cyborgs being sold. He walked up and down the large hall examining the cyborg people on display. They all stood as still as stone statues. Only the movement of their eyes game them away as human. There were a number of attractive young women to be auctioned. Looks like he stood a good chance at getting one. 

For the first hour or so, a steady stream of males were auctioned off. The first female to come up for auction was a black woman with curly black hair. He didn't really want a black woman, but he placed a low bid to see what would happen. He bid $1000 on her, and she sold for $15000. 

The next female to come up was a blonde women with tattoos all over her arms--a definite gangster girl type. Well, that's to be expected. She was reasonably attractive otherwise, so he bid $16000. And he won her!

He wend over to the cashier and paid for his purchase, and a fellow approached him fiddling with some kind of video game controller. The girl followed behind him. Nathan wondered how he could operate the girl with the controller if the girl was following him. 

The clerk behind the counter handed Nathan a manilla envelope. Nathan opened it and pulled out all her legal papers--her birth certificate, her death certificate for she had been declared legally dead when she became a cyborg, her medical records, and her police and prison records. The clerk behind the counter told Nathan to follow Joe next.

It seems that Joe was the guy controlling the girl with the controller, so Nathan followed him and the girl to a small room off to the side.

"You know how to operate a femborg?" asked Joe. 

Nathan studied his purchase for a moment. She stood there perfectly still, eyes darting this way and that. "Nope," said Nathan.

Joe handed him the controller and asked, "Ever play a First Person Shooter video game?" 

"Nope. Never was into video games."

"Well then," said Joe. "See these two big knobs?"

"Yeah."

"They're called thumbsticks."

Nathan pressed one of the thumbsticks and the girl stepped oddly sideways and fell down, banging her head, yet didn't make a peep in pain. She remained lying in a lump on the floor without moving.

"Whoa, cowboy," said Joe, who then reached for the controller, fiddled with the thumbsticks, and had the girl back on her feet in an instant.

"The left thumbstick makes her move forward and back, left and right. The right thumbstick causes her to turn in place and bend over. Use just a slight nudge to move her at first, or she'll fall flat on her face again. 

Nathan practiced a while longer as Joe watched, and soon got the hang of making the girl walk around without falling.

"Now type something," said Joe.

Nathan typed a few random words on the little keyboard on the controller, "T-H-E R-A-I-N I-N S-P-A-I-N F-A-L-L-S M-A-I-N-L-Y O-N T-H-E S-U-B-M-A-R-I-N-E."

As Nathan typed, the girl said, "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the submarine."

"Wow!" said Nathan. "That's cool! Can she sing?"

"No. Now see that screen?"

"Yeah," said Nathan. "That screen shows what she's looking at, right?"

"Yes."

"That's how you steered her before even though she was following you?"

"Exactly."

"And what are all these numbers for?"

"Her blood pressure, blood oxygen level, bladder, bowels, and other readings. If her bladder or bowels get too full, you gotta make her sit on the toilet and do the necessary."

"I have to make her to that? She can't even do that on her own?"

"It would be too dangerous to let her have _any_ voluntary control."

"I see, so is there any danger in having her around, then?"

"Not at all. Her spinal cord is severed just below the brain in two places a quarter inch apart. There's no possible way they can ever reconnect. The module implanted in the back of her neck connects to the two severed ends." Joe pointed to a lump on the back of her neck with a number tattoo over it. "Sensory signals pass through the module up to her brain so that she can still feel, see, and hear everything that goes on. Sensory signals like sight and hearing are also sent to the controller But signals..."

"You mean she's listening to us talk about her right now?"

"Yup! She is. She knows you just bought her. She's probably relieved those guys in suits in the back of the room didn't buy her."

"Why?"

"They're from Ford. They buy CH-MEMS people to use as crash test dummies."

"What! That's legal to use live people as crash test dummies?"

"Of course. They're declared legally dead when they become CH-MEMS. They're no different from corpses that are used for the same purposes."

"Wow!" gasped Nathan. 

"But to go on, motor signals from her brain are ignored by the control unit. The control unit receives control signals from your controller, and controls her motor functions. She can't possibly hurt anyone again."

"What did she do?"

"I don't know. It's in those court records you got."

"Now what?" asked Nathan. 

"She's your property now. Do what you want with her."

So after a clumsy way home, and her falling down a couple more times, he finally got her home. 

Nathan managed to get her to sit in the sofa next to him. "Okay," said Nathan. "Now! I need a blowjob. How do I work you?" he asked her.

She didn't answer, of course, though she did roll her eyes up. "Yeah, roll your eyes all you want. When I get this thing figured out, you're going to be giving me lots and lots of blowjobs."

He opened the operator's manual that came with the controller. And with it flipped open, he made her stand. Making her undress herself with the controller might have been possible, but he chose the expedient method. He made her lift her arms up, and then he just unzipped her jump suit, and pulled it up and off her.

A little later, he figured out how to make her kneel. Then he made her open her mouth. "Perfect!" he said as he pulled his jeans off and slid his cock into her mouth.

He was extra hard at the thought of fucking a girl that he actually owned, and he could feel his cock being pinched where it turned at the back of her throat. He began sliding in and out, in and out, in and out, until his orgasm finally welled up and flooded her throat with wave after wave of pleasure.

Thus satisfied, he pulled himself out of her mouth and went to make dinner, leaving her kneeling there in the middle of his living room. He made himself some chicken nuggets and rice for dinner, making a little extra rice for her. As he ate, he would occasionally give her a spoonful of rice in her mouth, which she swallowed on her own, fortunately.

A little later, he sat down on his sofa to watch TV for a while before bed as she knelt off to the side. Nathan reached for her controller and controlled her to stand and come and sit on the sofa so she could watch TV also.

While watching CSI:SomethingOrOther, he reached for that envelope of papers. "I don't even know what your name is," he said, pulling out her papers. He looked over her birth certificate, and saw that her name was Debbie. "Debbie," he said. She looked up at him for a moment and then looked away.

Her death certificate gave a date about two months ago. Otherwise, it was nothing noteworthy.

Her criminal record was several inches thick, so he set that aside for tomorrow.

The evening progressed through a movie, and the late news. Nathan then picked up the controller and led her into his bedroom and into bed as he slid in next to her. He still felt thoroughly drained from fucking her mouth earlier, so he kissed her emotionless lips and rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning came soon enough, and Nathan woke with a hard on. Climbing upon Debbie, her kissed her, though she remained as unresponsive as ever. "Well," he thought, "there are ways to deal with that." He immediately crawled down and between her legs and sucked her clit into his mouth. He sucked it deep and held it there, then he slowly let it out a little, then drew it back in. He repeated that faster and faster using his breath the fuck his mouth with her clit. Soon, she was thoroughly wet, but he continued, curious if she could have an involuntary orgasm from his efforts, or if orgasms were forever lost to her in her cyborg state.

He got the proof he needed that a femborg could, indeed, be induced to have an orgasm. And now that he thought about it, since she can't touch herself, the only way she could have one would be by his hand, or mouth in this case. After he was certain that he had given Debbie her release, he climbed upon her and thrust his rigid cock into her soaked pussy. He thrusted for a few minutes before his own orgasm welled up and exploded inside her. Then he relaxed and lay upon her as he came down from from his orgasm. 

He rested upon her for a while before rolling off and checking her controller. According to the screen, her bladder was close to bursting and her bowels needed to be emptied also. So he controlled her into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and pressed the key combos to allow her to release her waste. 

Then after a light breakfast of toast and coffee for both of them, Nathan walked Debbie into the living room and let her stand there while he plopped on the sofa and resumed browsing her legal papers. 

Poring through her criminal record, he got to the indictments and convictions and gasped. A string of house robberies, check forgeries, drug deals, and a few bar fights. He sat engrossed reading the trial transcript. Wow! Thinking nobody was home, she and her boyfriend broke into a house to get drug money. When somebody came out of a bedroom, Debbie's boyfriend struck him with a lamp and knocked him down. Then the boyfriend held him down while Debbie tied him up with the cord from the lamp. The noise aroused another adult, and they did the same thing. Debbie watched as her boyfriend slit their throats just as the children came into the room in their pajamas. Debbie and her boyfriend then grabbed the kids, tied them up, and slit their throats too. Their botched robbery yielded them $25.

The boyfriend was sentenced to death by lethal injection, while Debbie requested to become a CH-MEMS in lieu of the death penalty. Nathan looked up at Debbie. "Holy fuck! What kind of monster are you?" 

Debbie avoided his gaze.

Nathan never felt such an internal rage as he felt just then. Grabbing Debbie's controller, he walked her through the house and out back and positioned her standing in a large patch of dirt near a shed well beyond his house on his acre-plus property. 

Entering the shed where he keeps his lawn mower, snow blower, and other tools, he returned with a five-gallon container of gasoline. He opened the cap, hefted the container, and poured the gas onto Debbie's head where it drenched her whole body and collected in a puddle at her feet. 

He stepped back and pulled a book of matches from his pocket and lit one. He stood there, several feet from Debbie holding a lit match as his mind raced. The yellowish gas covering her body prevented him from seeing the tears streaming from her eyes.

Nathan stood there until the match burned the tip of his fingers, whereon he blew it out. "I paid a small fortune for you. I'm not going to just torch you."

He returned inside, changed his clothes, and took a shower. It wasn't even noon yet. He did what he normally does on a lazy Sunday. He found a football game on TV to consume most of the day, he surfed for porn on the internet, he watched a DVD, he listened to his play list for a while. 

Before bed, he glanced out his back door. Debbie was still standing there naked, in the exact spot and stance that he had left her. 

He had a glass of wine to help him sleep and went to bed.

Nathan had many sick days accumulated, so on Monday morning, he called in sick and slept in. It wasn't until around noon that he crawled out of bed and had a light lunch. A little later after that, he walked out back to Debbie. She still reeked of gasoline. "Are you thirsty?" It was a fairly warm summer day. She must be. Debbie blinked and stuck her tongue out. Nathan took that to mean, "Yes."

He went into that shed and found a rusty old soup can full of cobwebs and dead bugs. He returned to face her, pulled his jeans down and pissed into the can. He held it up to her lips. "Drink it if you want. Or don't. I don't give a fuck."

She gulped it down eagerly as he slowly poured it into her mouth. After she had gulped down the whole can, she stuck out her tongue. "You want more? Tough!" He threw the can onto the ground and returned inside.

Monday turned into a repeat of Sunday, though Nathan did return to Debbie later to give her more piss to drink from that rusty can.

During that night, a series of thunderstorms rolled through, waking Nathan a few times during the night with thunderclaps and pounding rain against the windows. He considered bringing Debbie in, but he didn't want to get soaked, himself. 

He called in sick again on Tuesday and went out to check on Debbie. Her hair was a tangled wet mess, but at least she no longer reeked of gasoline. He controlled her back into the house where he sat her on the sofa while he got online. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do about her, but he googled around for information about femborgs. 

Then he found something interesting. Several companies made replacement femborg brains, that is, computer AI brains designed to be surgically implanted in a human skull replacing the human brain, and connected by a wire to that controller on the back of her neck, making the femborg autonomous just like a fembot, but in a human body. One such company described the product as coming in several parts: the brain in a sealed sterile pouch to be opened by the doctors during the implant surgery. It also comes with a wireless gizmo that plugs into a computer USB port, and software that lets you use a PC to tweak the robot mind's AI parameters. The brain gets its power by being connected to the jugular veins. No, being a essentially computer inside a brain-shaped container, it doesn't need blood; rather the blood flow turns tiny turbines which turns tiny alternators, which provides sufficient power for the brain. No batteries to replace, and no resulting periodic surgery! Nathan glanced back at her and said, "Debbie, you're a dead woman walking."

He returned his view to the screen and clicked on the order button. He then gave her some toast and real water, and then sat to watch some TV while she stood naked in the middle of his living room like a living statue. 

He returned to work the next day, and the next couple of days passed eventually. Nathan fed Debbie before and after work and had her use the toilet, but didn't touch her otherwise. The brain came by UPS on Thursday, as he ordered it by 2nd day priority. Opening the box, it contained a smaller box, which was sealed with bright red tape warning the buyer that it should be opened only under sterile conditions by the surgeon performing the installation. The larger box also contained a small device that looked like a wireless router, a USB cable, and a software CD. He connected the device. Then, inserting the CD, he installed the software and read through the PDF manual. Basically, the computer interface is optional as the brain is a fully self-contained AI mind, just like any fembot. The box acts like his remote controller, but under the control of the software. The software lets him tweak various personality traits, such as a slider that moved between INTROVERT and EXTROVERT, and many other options. Of course, the software displayed an error because the box couldn't connect to the brain, which wasn't powered up yet. 

There was also a small printed information packet that described the AI mind in waiting. Her name was Karen, and she had actually been conscious and living in a simulated virtual reality world in an AI server somewhere for several years. As do all AI minds, that's the kind of environment where she achieved her emergence and became truly self-aware, before being put in service in a physical robot body in the real world.

So Nathan then looked up a couple of CH-MEMS doctors in the area. Legitimate CH-MEMS doctors don't actually convert people into cyborg humans--only government doctors are allowed to do that to condemned criminals who've been chosen to be converted in lieu of execution--but they are a step down from general practitioners and a step up from veterinarians. 




Femborg Hybrid



He called one and made an appointment for the following week.

The week dragged for Nathan. Sometimes he would glance up at Debbie and see tears dribbling down her cheeks. Obviously, she knew what was in store for her. 

The first appointment was just an initial consultation. Nathan dressed her in that black jumpsuit that she came with and brought the brain in the box which the doctor looked over and pronounced it acceptable. The doctor gave Debbie a general exam to determine that she was in good health. Then, with Nathan and Debbie sitting in a small conference room, the doctor explained the procedure. 

"What will happen," said the doctor, "is that, under general anesthesia, we will open Debbie's cranium, and remove her human brain." 

"Yeah, I know," said Nathan.

The doctor glanced over at Debbie, who was crying again. "Maybe she shouldn't hear this discussion."

"I don't care," said Nathan.

"Okay," shrugged the doctor. "Then we will implant the electronic brain in her skull where her real brain was. We'll connect the jugular veins to the brain for power. Then a cable will be run under the skin from the brain down the back of the neck and plug it into a port in the existing control unit at the back of her neck. At that pint, the AI brain will be in full control of the body She'll have the mind of a fembot, with the ability to talk and move around on her own, but with a flesh-and-blood human body."

"Sounds great, doc!" said Nathan. "When can you do it?"

"I usually do surgery on Monday, you'll have to schedule with the secretary. And what do you want me to do with her real brain?"

"I don't know. What will become of it?"

"If you'd like, I can sell it for medical research, and give you a credit off my fee."

"It won't ever be, like, reinstalled anywhere? Will it? You know she's a dangerous criminal who murdered a whole family for drug money."

"I know. All CH-MEMS candidates were originally condemned criminals who opted for become cyborgs to escape execution." The doctor glanced at Debbie again. "That doesn't always work out for them that way, though."

Nathan laughed. "Nope."

"So no, without blood, the human brain will die almost immediately. Debbie will be gone by the time the surgery is over."

"Sounds good to me."

"So you understand what you're doing to Debbie?"

"Yes. I do."

"Then we can proceed." 

Nathan made the appointment with the receptionist as he left with Debbie. 

The following week dragged by so slowly. A couple of times, he caught Debbie staring at his crotch sticking her tongue out and wiggling it as best as she could. Nathan figured she was trying to save herself the only way she could. 

So one of those times in the evening, he controlled her into his bedroom and positioned her flat on her back on his bed and opened her mouth with the controller. With his clothes off too, he crawled over her and hovered over her with his rock-hard cock dangling over her mouth. 

"Is this what you want me do to?" asked Nathan. 

She darted her eyes up and down and licked her lips. Nathan assumed that meant, "Yes."

So at that, he thrust his hips down, ramming his cock down her throat, hard! He pumped her again and again as his orgasm slowly welled up in his loins.

After a few minutes of pummeling Debbie's face, two things happened. He came in a powerful series of ejaculations that felt so good that he just held his cock in place down her throat and let it happen. And Debbie shot a near continuous stream of vomit out of her nose onto his balls. He was in too much ecstasy to care at the moment; he just let his orgasm go on and on, flooding Debbie's throat with his spunk. As he wound down, he just lay upon her as his softening cock continued to dangle in her mouth.

Nathan even fell asleep on top of her for a while immediately after that. Maybe an hour. But then he rolled off her and cleaned all the dried vomit that crusted on her face and his balls and thighs. Gross! Not too much got on his comforter, and so was able to wipe it off easy. 

At that, he controlled Debbie to get under the covers and rested her head on a pillow. Okay, he figured that he'd let her last day or two of life be somewhat comfortable. He then took a shower and joined her, and was quickly asleep again for the night.

He took a vacation day off work on the following Monday and showed up right on time for the surgery. They rolled Debbie away in a wheelchair as he waited in the waiting room. 

About three hours later, the doctor came out into the waiting room and asked Nathan to follow him. In a small comfortable conference room, Debbie stood with a huge wrapping of gauze bandage around her head. She faced him as he entered the room.

"Debbie?" asked Nathan.

"No. I'm Karen. Are you Nathan? My owner?"

"Yes, Karen. I am."

"I'm pleased to meet you," she said and rushed into his arms.

Nathan glanced at the doctor, who discreetly bowed and backed out of the room.

Karen smiled sweetly at him and puckered her lips. Nathan met her for a long deep kiss. 

"You like to kiss," she said with a smile.

"I do," I said.

"I'm glad," she said. "What else do you like to do?"

"Lots of things?"

"I can't wait for you to show me," she said.

His bravado increased, so he admitted, "I especially like to fuck a woman in the mouth. Real hard, like. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind. You own me, and can do anything you want to me. If you enjoy that, then I enjoy it too."

"What about your gag reflex? Your brain is in a real human body, not a robot body, you know."

"I know. There are some reflex responses that I can't control in a human body, and some that I can control to a limited degree. I'm looking forward to pleasing you, Nathan."

"Then let's head home," said Nathan.

Nathan signed some final papers with the receptionist, and was home with Karen shortly afterward.

"It's so nice to be able to interact with you," said Nathan as Karen followed him inside on her own volition. "Instead of having to control your every movement with this stupid thing," he said as he held up Debbie's remote controller.

"Yes," she said. "That must have been annoying. So would you like to make love with me now? Maybe fuck my face brutally the way you like to?" 

"I'd love that. I hope you don't puke all over me like the last time you did."

Karen smiled. "If I do, I'll clean up afterward. Not to worry. It might be a good idea to put a towel under my head first, just in case, though."

With a huge grin, Nathan said, "Let's do it!"

Nathan put a towel on his bed and Karen lay down on her back and opened her mouth, in the same position that she had been in a couple of days earlier.

Nathan climbed upon her and, once again, slammed his cock down her throat and began pummeling the girl. He orgasm built slowly, and then he erupted once again down her throat. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through his body as she lay there gently stroking his back with her fingertips. 

Finally, his orgasm completed and he rolled off her and sat up. She sat up and smiled at him. "You enjoyed that very much, didn't you?" 

"I did, and you didn't puke."

"The urge was there, but I was able to resist it. However, you may want to know that my blood oxygen level dropped dangerously low near the end of it, since I couldn't breathe for several minutes."

"I'm sorry," said Nathan. "I guess you don't want me to do that again, huh?"

"I's up to you, Nathan. I'm your property." 

"I'm glad you see things that way."

"Of course I do. But I also have a pussy and an asshole. You may enjoy fucking those holes as well."

"Oh, I do," said Nathan. "But the mouth is my favorite."

"Then it's my favorite hole to get fucked in, too," she said with a grin.

"Great!" said Nathan. "Anyway, it's been a long day for both of us, and I have to get up at 8 tomorrow to go to work. So let's call it a day."

Nathan pulled the covers back, and he and Karen fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

* END *



Femborg



Back in the bedroom, he put her in bed and joined her. 

Putting his hand on her, he stroked her body. He touched behind her neck and felt that bulge where the control unit was implanted and spliced into her spinal cord. "You know. You're a really pretty girl, Yeony."

Yeony, of course, didn't reply. But it was odd how she licked her lips and blinked and met his eyes at the strangest times. 

Jarvis hadn't had a girlfriend since he broke up with Tati a few years ago. The mere thought of boinking Yeony gave him a huge hard-on. Being that she was a remote controlled woman, Jarvis didn't bother with the preliminaries. He just climbed on top of her and shoved his dick between her legs. But even with a cyborg woman, that didn't work too well. She was completely dry down there. In frustration, he sat up and flipped through the booklet, wondering if there was a "Wet" button. 

Of course, there wasn't, but Jarvis knew his way around a woman's body. He didn't mind going down on a girl, he rather enjoyed it even, he just figured that a cyborg girl that he paid 20 grand for should at least have an instant-turn-on switch. 

So he got back in bed, and crawled down between Yeony's legs, and got to work. Fortunately, Jarvis had never got a girl so wet so quickly. It almost seemed as if she was as horny and frustrated as he was. But that's silly. She's just an shell of a woman with no mind.

Still, she was thoroughly soaked, and he crawled up her and was inside her easily. He stroked her head with his hands, feeling that cut on her heat had crusted over. As his orgasm welled up, he grabbed her shoulders and trusted repeatedly as he kissed her deeply. And though she was as inert as a blow-up sex doll, her tongue was as active as his, dancing together in an eager saliva swirl. His orgasm welled up quickly and exploded. Unlike with a real girlfriend, he didn't have to make any effort to make himself last and delay his pleasure. He shot out a last few delayed squirts and rolled off her and promptly fell asleep with his arm around her.

The next morning, he was horny again and wanted to explore his new toy in new ways. He controlled her to lay on her back shilke he climbed over her head and thrust his member into her open mouth. Past girlfriends had never been into oral, and he longed to just fuck a woman in the throat without mercy. Of course, that could never happen with an actual girlfriend, even one that was into oral. But now, he had no reason to hold back. He slammed his hard cock down her throat again and again as his orgasm welled up. As he exploded, he simply thrust his hips down and held his cock in place with his crotch pressing down on her face. He never came so hard or so long in his life. 

Laughing, he said, "This is what 'owned' means, Yeony." 

But as his orgasm was winding down, he felt a wetness against his balls and smelled a most unpleasant odor. Lifting off her, he saw that she had shot a stomach-ful of vomit out of her nose all over his balls and thighs. Gross!

He hurried to the bathroom to wash off, then returned to his bedroom to wipe her face off with a wet towel. He'd have to change his bedding, too. Without bothering to dress her in that black jumpsuit, he controlled her to the bathroom where he made her use the toilet again then parked her on his living room sofa, a pleasant view as he went about his day.

"You know," he said absently. "As much as I like just letting you sit around naked, it might be fun to go out with you, but that black jumpsuit you came with is shit ugly."

She darted her eyes up and down in agreement.

"This might be strange for a guy to say to a girl, but let's go shopping for new clothes!"

Yeony darted her eyes up and down vigorously, and stuck her tongue out. 

Jarvis laughed. "It almost seems like there's a mind in there that understands me and is trying to communicate." He reached for her controller and saw that her bladder was 80% full, so he walked her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet, then pressed the button combo that caused her to empty her bladder.

"And no offense," he said, "but I seriously don't think you've had a shower in weeks. Now, I don't mind eating out a girl who's a little rank down there, that adds flavor. But I can't take you out smelling like you do. Especially after what happened this morning."

He started the shower and walked her into it. Setting the controller down and removing his clothes, he stepped in to join her. He soaped her down, rinsed her off, and did it again. He made sure to get everywhere, including her pussy and ass crack. Then he shampooed her hair, several times. He also brushed her teeth. 

With Yeony as clean as a person can get, he then washed himself, letting Yeony stand next to him in the shower soaking up the spray of water. "I wish you could wash me, Yeony. That would be so much fun." 

Again, she darted her eyes up and down and stuck out her tongue. He leaned into her and sucked on her tongue for a moment. It almost seemed like she was trying to push her tongue deeper into his mouth.

Then, after the shower, he walked her out into his living room and sat her on his lap with her back to him. "You have such long beautiful black hair, Yeony. I'm no hair stylist, but let's see what I can do." 

He spent a half hour brushing her hair, getting weeks worth of tangles out of it, and just general neglect from sitting on a metal folding chair in a government warehouse for weeks on end until the auction came along. 

With her hair shiny and smooth, he pulled it tight in the back, took a rubber band and, made one long ponytail that hung down from the back of her head. "I'm no Paul Mitchell, but I think that looks clean and simple, don't you, Yeony?"

Of course, Yeony didn't answer. And facing away from him on his lap, he didn't see her dart her eyes in agreement. 

Back in her black jumpsuit, and a pair of jeans and tee shirt on himself, he controlled her into out to his car. About 15 minutes later, he parked his car and they walked into the TRY-N-SAVE together. 

Looking through the racks of women's clothing, he noticed a rack of ultra-short plaid skirts. "Ooh! You'd look good in this skirt. Show off your sexy legs."

He checked the size and draped it over her arm that he used the controller to bend out at a 90 degree angle to serve as a clothes bar. 

"For a shirt," he said, "maybe something simple." He saw a rack of women's shirts and picked out a plain white button-down shirt.

As he wandered around, a saleswoman approached them. "May I help you?" she said.

"I'm almost done. I'm just picking out some clothes for my fembot here."

"She needs a little more than a skirt and blouse," said the saleswoman. She looked closely at Yeony and led them over to a rack of sweaters, and pulled a greenish blue sweater off the rack behind her. "I think this sweater will go well with that plaid skirt, don't you?"

"Yeah," he said. "And it'll go good with her brown eyes."

"And what about shoes?" said the saleswoman. 

"Oh," said Jarvis. "I didn't think about that. These temporary plastic shoes she came with won't last long."

Jarvis controlled Yeony following the saleswoman to the shoe department. "Any particular style?" she asked.

"Something simple," he said. Looking around he picked out a pair of black open-top shows with a strap crossing over the top of the foot. "My last girlfriend drove me nuts looking at people's shoes. We couldn't go out without her asking people, 'Honey, where did you get those shoes?' every five seconds."

"Yes," said the saleswoman, "and what about socks or stockings?"

"I'm not sure," said Jarvis.

The saleswoman led him over to a rack of socks, and handed Jarvis a package of white socks. "I think these knee-high socks will accentuate her legs with that plaid skirt."

"Hmmm, yeah," said Jarvis. 

"Great," said the saleswoman. "Anything else?"

"No, I think we're done for now."

"Then let me go ring you up. But what about undergarments?"

"Oh!" said Jarvis. "Duh. She's not wearing anything under this jumpsuit. I better pick up a package of panties for her. Don't want her showing off the goods with that short skirt."

The saleswoman grabbed a package of white panties from a rack as they headed to the checkout.

As they passed through the store, Jarvis noticed a rack of men's ties. Stopping for a moment, he grabbed a black and red striped tie. "This will add a bit of flair to the outfit."

After paying for the clothes, he asked, "Can I dress her here? Is there a dressing room I can use?"

"Of course. Right over there."

Justin steered Yeony into a dressing room where he peeled off that jumpsuit from her and slowly dressed her in her new clothes. It was a struggle for a guy to dress a woman in a tiny dressing room, but he got the task done. He let the white shirt fall over the outside of the skirt. "You look so sexy, Yeony." 

Yeony stuck her tongue out, and Jarvis started to get the idea that meant she wanted him to kiss her, so he did. The kiss lingered until the saleswoman knocked on the door, "Do you need help dressing her?"

"We're fine," stammered Justin. "We're almost done." He stuffed the jumpsuit into the shopping bag and controlled Yeony out into the aisles. 

"She looks sharp!" said the saleswoman. 

As they were heading out of the store, they passed a counter selling college pins, so he bought a pin of his Alma-mater and pinned it to her sweater. "There! Sexy _and_ intelligent!"

Justin then noticed a tear running down her cheek. "Aww, are you sad?"

She flicked her eyes left and right.

"No? Happy, then?"

She flicked her eyes up and down and stuck out her tongue again.

"I know what that means," he said and planted a kiss on her sweet lips.

Out of the dressing room, there was no rush to hurry the kiss, and it lingered and lingered and lingered.

Standing back he looked into her eyes. "Are you in there, Yeony?"

She flicked her eyes, "Yes." 

"The real Yeony, I mean? Not some AI computer controlling the body?"

She flicked her eyes, "Yes" again.

"Oh my God!" gasped Jarvis. "You poor girl. Nobody deserves to have this done to them."

Yeony flicked her eyes, "Yes."

Jarvis took Yeony in his arms and held her tightly. "Yeony," he whispered. "I don't care what you did to those people. I love you."

The throngs of people entering and leaving the TRY-N-SAVE hardly noticed the couple holding on to each other for dear life as the minutes slowly passed.

* END *



Fembot



"You're the sixty-ninth caller!" the voice on the other end of the phone yelled into Justin's ear.

"Yeah? Wow! Did I win the new Eminem CD?"

"You sure did! And..."

Justin had never won one of these silly radio contests before. Though it was just a silly CD, he was thrilled to have finally won something. His radio played a Honda ad in the background followed by a crazed deejay shouting, "You're the sixty-ninth caller!" and his own voice saying, "Yeah?"

"Could you turn your radio down, sir?" the deejay asked over the phone.

"Oh, okay?"

With phone to ear, he walked over and turned his radio off. 

"What's your name?" the deejay asked.

"Justin."

"Okay, Justin. You just won Eminem's latest CD; and if you can answer the next ten questions, you'll win the grand prize!"

"Cool! Ask away!"

"Who let the dogs out?"

"Huh?" Justin asked.

"You heard me!" the deejay scolded him. "Who let the frickin dogs out? C'mon! Five seconds..."

"Uhm, oh yeah. That was Baha Men!"

"That's correct! But where were they going without ever knowing the way?"

"Oh! I heard that before..."

"Five seconds!"

"Oh yeah, that from The Way! Fastball!"

"Correct! Now, who was driving that black Mitsubishi?"

"Ha! He never said who was driving it, but that's from Eminem, One Shot Two Shot."

"Correct! What's the frequency, Kenneth?"

"Hey! I said my name's Justin!"

"Five seconds!"

"Oh! Yeah--that's--uhm--uhm..."

"Two seconds!"

"R.E.M. from their Monster CD!"

"Correct! Who can say if your love grows as your heart chose?" 

"Oh! That's from some sappy love song a few years ago. Uhm--uhm..."

"Five seconds!"

"Something about time..."

"Two seconds..."

"Only Time, by, uhm, Enya, I think..."

"Correct! What are you doin' in my life?"

"Oh! That song rocks! That's Tom Petty, Damn The Torpedoes!"

"Correct! How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" 

"I know that one!" Justin yelled back. "That's from Pink Floyd, The Wall!"

"Correct! Now where are you tonight, sweet Marie?"

"Oh! That's easy! Bob Dylan! Absolutely Sweet Marie!"

"Correct! Who put the 'bop' in the 'bop-she-bop-she-bop'?"

"Oh, what's that movie about the 50's?" 

"Five seconds!"

"American Pie? No! Grease!"

"Correct! If you answer the next question right, you'll be the first to win the grand prize! But it's a tough one! Ready?"

"I guess so. Go ahead."

"Birds can fly, fish can swim, but on this planet, where do I fit in?"

"I know that song! That's Shakespeare's Sister, Moonchild! The next line goes something like, 'Sometimes I feel like I'm an alien.' I literally emphasize with that song!" 

"We have a grand prize winner on Sixty-Nine XXX!"

"Really? I won the grand prize!"

"You sure did, dude! And you know what it is?" 

"Uh, no, not really."

"You won a model 3X69 fembot from Shinra. That's their bleeding-edge technology, top-of-the-line robot, with a list price of $175,000!"

"I won a fembot?"

"Ain't that cool?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said. All his friends owned fembots, but he couldn't understand why any guy would want a robot over a live human girl. 

"Great! Stay on the line while we go to XXX news." 

The deejay transferred him to some clerk who took his name, number, and address.

He received a letter from WXXX radio the following week with a prize certificate. So, with certificate in hand, he stopped in at the local Shinra dealer Friday night on his way home from work. His old, rusty 2020 Honda left a smoky trail of burning oil all the way.

"May I help you?" a pretty receptionist asked as he entered the lobby.

"Yeah." He showed her his certificate from the radio station. 

She looked at the certificate and said, "Have a seat please. Someone will be with you in a moment."

About ten minutes later, a man in a white blazer came out with his hand extended. "Welcome to Shinra! I'm Brian. Are you the prize winner from WXXX?"

"Yeah." Justin stood. "I'm Justin."

"Okay, Justin. Follow me please."

"Sir? I was wondering if I could just have the money instead of the fembot?"

"Well, the radio station already purchased her, and she now belongs to you. But I guess you could always sell her on eBay or something."

"Okay," Justin said and followed the salesman into a small, cozy den-like room where a secretary was sitting at a small round table with a pile of legal papers. 

Of course, the fact that she was really cute, with short jet-black hair didn't escape Justin's notice. 

Brian brought Justin over to the table and said, "Have a seat at the table please, Justin."

Justin sat at the table, and the salesman sat next to him. The secretary moved to the seat next to Justin and smiled at him.

_Forget the stupid fembot,_ Justin thought, _I'm asking HER out when this is over!_

"Justin," Brian said, pointing at the woman, "this is Aerith."

To Aerith, he said, "Aerith, this is Justin." 

"Hi Aerith," Justin said, looking into her light brown eyes. "Nice to meet you." 

She smiled back and said, "It's nice to meet you too, Justin."

Brian pulled a page off the top of the pile and slid it in front of Justin and said something that Justin didn't hear.

"Justin!" the salesman said and tapped on the table. 

Justin broke the eye-lock with the cute secretary and looked over at Brian. "Yes?"

The salesman handed Justin a pen and pointed at the form. "This is the title for the fembot, sign here."

Justin signed the form, and the next, and the next.

Brian then collected all the papers and said, "Now, why don't the two of you get to know each other." Then he took the stack and left the room.

"So, Aerith, when do I see this robot that I won?" Justin asked the secretary.

Aerith gasped, then doubled over, laughing. 

"What did I say that's so funny?" Justin asked with some mild annoyance.

"Justin," she said with a big grin. "What do you think a fembot is?"

"I know what a fembot is! Every guy I know has one. I've never seen one naked, but I guess it's like an animatronic sex doll--or like a female 'Data' from the old _Star Trek"_ show."

"Could you tell if a woman was really a fembot if you met one on the street?"

"I don't know. All my friends have cheap ones, and you tell because their skin looks plastic. But I've seen some rich guys walking around the mall with realistic ones too, and you can't tell. Between you and me, though, I'd rather have a real girl--like you." Justin felt his face turn red when he said that to her, wondering if she would flirt back. 

"Aww, you're sweet!" she said and touched his hand. 

"Yeah? So why all the questions?"

"I'm your fembot, Justin."

"You! But you're a live person. No way you're a fembot!"

"I'm the latest model. My skin is a protein-based polymer with real hair embedded in it, just like a live person. It's porous underneath, and an artificial heart pumps warm oil through my skin to give it the feel of live human flesh."

"Really?"

"Yes. Go ahead! Feel me."

"Well, okay. If you don't mind."

She laughed again. "You own me. You can touch me anywhere you want."

Justin touched her arm. "Yeah, you sure feel real! Uhm, you look about 25. How old are you?"

"Physically, I'm two months and three days old. I was manufactured at the Shinra factory and shipped from Japan to the US in a small crate. I was assembled here two weeks and a day ago."

"I see." Justin said. "Do you come with an owner's manual or anything?"

"No. Just ask me anything you want to know."

"Well, tell me about yourself. Are you what they call anatomically correct?"

"Yes, I am. My skin is a protein-based polymer that has the feel and taste of live human flesh. It's porous internally, and warm oil is pumped through it to make it feel like human flesh. I'm indistinguishable from a meat girl by sight or touch. My mouth has artificial glands that produce real saliva, and my vagina has artificial glands that produce real feminine lubricants that are chemically identical to those produced by a meat girl." 

"Cool!" Justin said. "Do you have to eat or be plugged in or anything?" 

"I'm powered by a small LENR fusion reactor, I need only a small drink of water each day as a power supply, just like your car. And I need a tiny amount of protein nutrient once a week or so to manufacture my real saliva and genital lubricants."

"Well, my car is an old 2020 ethanol guzzler."

A knock came from the door, then Brian walked in again. He handed Justin a large envelope. "The paperwork is all set, you can go home with her."

"Okay, good."

"Thanks, and have fun."

"Sure," Justin said and followed the salesman out to the lobby. It had taken a while to complete the transaction, and it was quite late and dark out. They walked out to his car together, and he opened the passenger door for Aerith. 

"Thank you," she said as she sat in his rusty old car that would have made _Columbo_ proud.

"He got in and started driving home."

"I can't wait to see my new home!" she said. "Being locked in a crate for two solid weeks was so incredibly boring!"

"We'll be home soon."

Justin parked in his parking space in front of his townhouse set in a wooded area. "Oh, pretty!" she said. 

"Thanks," he said as she followed him inside.

As soon as he closed his door, she put her arms around him and pulled his face to hers.

"Hey!" he screeched in her face and pulled away.

She backed away. "What? I was about to kiss you."

"I don't want to kiss you," he said.

"Why not?"

"I just can't. You're not a real woman. You're a robot--a machine. I won you in some radio contest and I'm going to sell you on eBay in a few days. You're worth more money than I've ever seen in my life, and I can finally afford a new car and pay off a big chunk of my mortgage."

"Oh," she said. "I thought you liked me. I was looking forward to being fucked in all my holes by my new owner, but if you don't want me, I'll accept that."

"Look, I'm sorry. But I know you're not really aware of this conversation."

She raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"I know about computers and programming. Your mind is just a program with speech recognition, natural language processing, and speech generation--like a really advanced _Elder Scrolls: Morrowind_ character. You're not really conscious or self-aware like a human person."

"But I am! I'm aware of my own existence just like you are."

"Can you prove it?"

"No, but can you prove that you're self-aware, either?"

"Well, no."

"I know that I exist, Justin. Computer scientists have known for a few years what mechanism causes consciousness. I am self-aware."

"Oh, well, okay. But you're still a machine."

"Well, can I make a comparison, Justin?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're a machine, too!"

"What?"

"Your brain is made out of protein, and mine is made out of silicon. You move by muscles, and I move by hydraulics and electric motors. But we're both machines." 

"Uh, I never thought of it that way. I guess you have a point."

"And my sole reason to exist is to serve you and make you happy. Please give me a chance!"

"Well, maybe..."

She put her hand on his upper arm. "Once you fuck me, you'll never settle for a meat girl again!"

"I'll try," he relented.

"Then show me to your bedroom."

Justin took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. 

"Do you want to undress me, or shall I get naked myself?" she asked.

"What?" he asked. 

"Do you want to undress..."

"I heard you. I just never had a woman ask me so bluntly like that."

"Would you like me to act coy like a human woman? I can if you'd prefer. I can be anything you want: a plain girlfriend, a cruel dominatrix, or an obedient Gorean slave. Your choice." 

"Uh, no. I like you just the way you are. Being up front about sex is good. If you were a human woman, that would really turn me on!"

"Okay, so let's get undressed."

Without hesitation, she sat and removed her shoes and slid them under the bed. Then she removed her blouse and brassiere, then her jeans and panties. She stood and faced him.

"Wow! You have a beautiful body, Aerith!"

"Thank you. May I see yours?"

Justin started to undress and felt a little embarrassed. He hardly knew her, but he reminded himself that she's just a machine. He shouldn't feel shy about getting naked in front of her any more than getting naked in front of his toaster--not that he ever got naked in front of his toaster.

"Now you lay down and let me do all the work," she said.

"That's something I wish women would say more often."

"I know," she said.

She gently pushed him back onto the bed and pushed him onto his back. Then she lied on top of him with her robot pussy and ass over his face.

The next thing he felt was his cock being totally engulfed by her mouth. 

"Oh! Wow!" he moaned. She had practically inhaled the full length of his shaft, up to his crotch, in one breath. Her lips were pressing tightly against his groin. Then she began sliding her lips up and down his member in perfect rhythm while her tongue licked that super-sensitive point on his cock where the head met the shaft. It didn't take long for him to explode into her mouth in an orgasm more powerful than he had experienced since Cindy. Oh man, Cindy! But Aerith blew even Cindy away. And even after he had shot his last spurt, Aerith continued sucking. He had never felt so good--so drained--in his life. He eventually had to tell her to stop--something he could never imagine needing to tell a woman to do before this day.

She finally slowed and sat up, and crawled around to snuggle next to him.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"Did I like that? Holy shit, Aerith! That was fucking amazing!"

"You'll never get a blowjob like that from a meat girl!"

"No, I guess not."

She kissed him and snuggled her head against his and whispered, "Good night?"

"What?" he whispered back. "You don't want to snuggle and kiss and stuff, now."

"Only if you want to, lover."

"No--YAWN--after an orgasm like that, my body is demanding sleep."

"I know it is. But you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"No, and I'm too tired to go make something now."

"What do you want? I'll go down to your kitchen and make you something to eat?"

"I have some frozen pizzas in the freezer. Can you nuke one for me? One for yourself if you want one, too."

"I don't need one for me, but I'll make you one and be right back. What about to drink?"

"A glass of iced tea?"

"Sure, I'll be back," then she headed downstairs.

She returned a few minutes later with a tray containing the pizza and the glass of iced tea. She hand-fed him the pizza and iced tea, then took the tray back downstairs. He fell asleep before she returned.

Justin woke the next morning in Aerith's arms. "Good morning, Justin," She said.

"YAWN--Good morning, Aerith."

"You want another blowjob before I get you some breakfast?"

"Sure!"

She crawled under the covers and immediately sucked his cock into her mouth again. Her bobbing head with the full length of his rigid member down her fembot throat brought him to orgasm almost immediately again. Her powerful suction drained him thoroughly. Again, she continued to suck on his cock long after his orgasm had finished and his member grown soft until he had to tell her to stop.

She crawled back up. "What would you like for breakfast, Justin?"

"Can you use a stove? Can you make real pancakes? And bacon?"

"Of course I can! I know over 25 thousand recipes from all over the world. What else do you want? Tea? Coffee? Orange Juice?"

"Iced tea, too, please!" 

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit!" She kissed his lips and hurried out of the room, still naked.

After that bit, Aerith returned with a tray full of pancakes covered with syrup, several strips of bacon, and a tall glass of iced tea."

She cuddled next to him and fed him by hand, slicing the pancakes with a knife and stabbing the pancake piece with a fork.

"Mmmm! Good!" he said as he finished the last bit of pancake and bacon. "What about you? You said you need a little protein for your glands."

"I need very little. Giving you blowjobs gives me all the protein I need."

"Good! Let's get up and go downstairs."

"Would you like me to tidy up?" she asked.

"Well, uhm, okay."

She found the vacuum cleaner and some dusting spray, and started cleaning--still in the nude.

"How can I help?" he asked her.

"I'm your robot; you enjoy yourself while I clean."

"Okay," he said and turned on the TV to catch a game.

She paused and asked, "Let me know if you want anything while you watch TV."

"Well, I don't need anything." Even though she was a robot, he still felt a little guilty about watching TV while she worked.

A moment later, she came over to him and handed him a cold beer that he had in his fridge. "Thanks!" he said.

She returned to her cleaning while he watched the game. She seemed to work quietly and quickly, and stayed out of view until the game was over.

Then, after the game had ended, she suddenly reappeared and sat in his lap. 

"The cleaning is all done?"

"Yes. I did every room."

"Wow! That was fast!"

"I know. Want another blowjob? Or maybe you wanna fuck?" 

"Okay, let's try fucking."

She got off his lap, grabbed his hand, and pulled him back upstairs.

They climbed into bed and she wrapped her arms and legs around his torso. "Do you want to kiss me?"

"I'll try. I have to try and forget you're just a machine."

"You'll enjoy me much more if you can do that."

"Okay." He leaned into her and kissed her mouth. To his tongue, her mouth felt like any other woman's mouth. Her saliva tasted like any other woman's saliva, but she did say that her saliva was produced by artificial glands that produce real saliva. 

After, she said, "Can you get my pussy wet for me?"

"How?" he asked.

"With your mouth, silly!"

"My, uh, mouth?" he stammered. "On, uh, your pussy?"

"Most guys like to eat a woman. But if it's a little soon for that for you, it's okay; I'll use my hand.

"Yeah," he said with relief.

She reached down and worked herself for a while, then said, "Okay, I'm ready, Justin. Fuck me."

Justin climbed on top of her and slid his eager member between her legs. A moment later, it was inside her.

She immediately gripped his cock so tightly with her pussy. "Do you want to pump me, or do you want me to do the work?"

"Can you do the work? How?"

"Just lay on me and enjoy!" She began massaging his cock with her pussy, up and down, up and down. Some women he had known had the ability to squeeze his cock with their pussy muscles, but nothing came close to the kind of control and strength that Aerith had. A moment later, he was exploding into her while she continued to milk his cock with her pussy. And was that a little suction that he was feeling?

Finally spent, he tried to pull out. "Ow!" he gasped--she had a firm grip of his cock, and he couldn't pull it out.

"Want me to let go?" she giggled.

"Yes!"

"Say 'please'!"

"Please, Aerith! You're hurting me!"

She relaxed her pussy and he slid his softening member out of her.

"I'm sorry Justin. I was just teasing. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'm okay. I guess I was more startled than hurt that you could lock me inside you like that. Wow! And that was amazing, after all! No woman ever did that before."

"No meat woman can do that! Let me make it up to you?" 

"Sure. How?"

"I'll suck you until you come again."

"I can't come again right away after coming."

"Wanna bet? I'll just keep sucking, for as long as it takes, until you come again."

"Okay," he said. "Give it a try."

He rolled off her, and she crawled around on top of him and sucked his soft member into her mouth. She engulfed his member and continued sucking on it non-stop for almost a half-hour straight until he got hard again. And she continued sucking on it for another half-hour until he, indeed, came again.




Fembot



Even then, she continued sucking on it after he had grown soft again. This time, though, he didn't tell her to stop. He wanted to test her and find out how long her fembot endurance was. So, staring into her pussy and ass crack as her thighs straddled his face, he let her continue sucking. He lay there underneath her for what must have been an hour while she kept her lips pressed tightly to his groin and sucked continuously that whole time.

Finally, he grew hard again. It was another half-hour yet, before he came for the third time in a row. Wow! He had never come three times in a row before! 

And still, she continued sucking. "Okay!" he said. "You proved your point. You can stop now."

She crawled around and lay on top of him, facing him.

"What do you want to do now?" she asked.

"Actually, this feels pretty good as it is with you laying on top of me. How much do you weigh?"

"115 pounds. Just like a meat girl of the same height and proportions."

"Oh. Well, you on top of me feels good!"

"Good," she said, and kissed him. "Let's take a nap together." Then she snuggled her chin against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

After coming three times in a row, his body was begging for sleep, though it was still the afternoon. He quickly drifted off to sleep with his fembot lying on top of him.

His growling stomach woke him a little later. "Hungry?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat." 

Downstairs, she asked, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Uhm, I think I have some rice in the cabinet over the stove."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, but consider taking me shopping. I can make you some wonderful home-cooked meals. No more frozen pizza and rice."

"Okay! Let's go! Can you drive, Aerith?"

"Honestly, I'm a safer driver than any meat person, but it's illegal for a robot to drive. But it's up to you."

"No, I don't want to break the law or anything or have the government take you away, so I'll drive."

Justin drove them across town to the _Try-N-Save_ and he let Aerith pick out all kinds of exotic international foods. 

When they returned, he turned on the TV and caught the end of an old _Star Trek_ episode while she made him a dinner of Chicken Alfredo and fresh, home-baked lemon pie. 

That night in bed, after another blowjob after dinner, she asked, "Want another blowjob, or a fuck?" 

"Wow, Aerith! I'm all sexed out right now. Can we just go to sleep?"

"Sure," she said. "But anytime you get horny, in the middle of the night, or whenever, let me know. I'm your 24-hour sex toy! Don't forget that!"

"I won't! I promise!"

Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday. Countless blowjobs during the day, between which she cleaned house and served him delicious home-cooked meals. 

On Sunday night, he had just fucked her and was lying on top of her feeling sleepy. "I could just go to sleep on top of you, like this! But I guess you want me to get off, right?"

"Why would I want you to get off?"

"Most girls make me get off them after fucking. But I guess it doesn't make any difference to you, huh?"

"Nope. It won't hurt me at all for you to sleep on me. Go ahead."

"Good--YAWN--G'night!" He kissed her and settled his head down.

"G'night, what time do you need to wake up for work?"

"The alarm clock goes off at 8:00."

"Okay, but I'm a better alarm clock than that gizmo on your table."

"Okay, cool."

Next morning, she kissed him awake at 8:00, gave him a quick blowjob, then made toast while he showered.

His day at work was uneventful, and while getting his mail from his cluster box, he bumped into his new neighbor, Ted. Ted had just bought his townhouse a few months ago after working for a bunch of years in India as a computer-something-or-other.

"Hey, Justin!" Ted said, "I heard you won a fembot from a radio contest."

"Yeah, her name is Aerith. At first, I was going to sell her for the money, but now, I don't think I could settle for a meat girl again."

"You got that right! I bought a fembot of my own soon after I moved back to the US. Her name is Carol, and she's wonderful."

"Carol? That's an odd name--for a fembot anyway."

"Yeah, they sure make them lifelike these days, don't they?"

"They sure do! Say, why don't you and Carol come over for dinner tomorrow night? Aerith has a million recipes, and I'll have her whip up something good."

"Sure! Thanks! We'll be over."

The following night, Ted and Carol arrived right on time. "Come on in!" Justin said. 

"Let's catch the game while Aerith starts dinner?" Justin said.

"Sounds good. Why don't I send Carol in to help? Maybe they can download each others' recipes, or whatever?"

"Sure," Justin agreed.

The two fembots prepared dinner as the game went into overtime. They served it just as the game ended. 

The steaks were prepared just right, and the two fembots hovered over their respective owners, keeping their drinks and plates full. 

Justin looked up at the two fembots while taking a bite. Justin dressed Aerith like a normal girl, in jeans and a blouse with just a hint of midriff. But Ted had dressed his bot like a total slut, with a bra-less black cut-off fishnet top and a short-short denim skirt that Justin could actually see her hairy pussy lips between her legs from his seated position. She even had a look of embarrassment on her face. 

Breaking Justin's gaze at Ted's fembot, Ted asked, "Your fembot doesn't need to eat with you?" 

"No. Aerith says she gets all the protein she needs from me by giving me blowjobs. Why? Does Carol?"

"Yeah. Carol is some kind of advanced model who needs to eat like a real person. Like the first night I brought her home after I bought her, I mouth-fucked her and she told me how they built a gag reflex into her for extra realism. That was stupid!"

"Hey!" Justin said, looking back at the two fembots again. "Your fembot is blushing, Ted! Her face is as red as a tomato!"

"Heh!" Ted chuckled. "Yeah, she blushes sometimes."

"Cool!" Justin said. "Your fembot has more realistic features than mine."

"Fuck realism!" Ted said. "I just want to fuck all her holes! Isn't that what you want?"

"Actually," Justin said. "Not at first. I originally was going to sell her. When I first won Aerith in that contest and brought her home, I couldn't understand why anyone would prefer a machine to a real girl..."

Carol coughed, and Justin glanced over and caught her eye for a second before continuing, "but after fucking Aerith, I was convinced of the benefits of a fembot over a meat girl."

"Yeah," Ted said. "After breaking her of that stupid gag reflex, Carol can fuck circles around a meat girl!" 

Dinner continued. The fembots served dark chocolate cake for dessert.

"Thank you, Carol," Justin said again.

"You're welcome, Justin," she answered and gently brushed the back of his neck with her fingertips before returning to stand at attention with Aerith while the two men ate.

_Hey!_ Justin thought. _Is Ted's fembot coming on to me?_ But Justin quickly dismissed the thought--he'd never part with Aerith now, and he wouldn't want to own two fembots. 

After coffee and dessert, it was getting late, so Ted and Carol headed home. 

Aerith washed the dishes while Justin took a shower and got into bed.

A little later, Aerith joined him as he was just dozing off.

"Nice guy, huh?" Justin said. 

"Nice enough," Aerith answered.

"But I thought you were the advanced model. Why does his fembot have more advanced features? I even noticed her facial expressions are a little more realistic than yours. Why is that?"

"Because she's not a fembot."

"What? What is she, then?"

"She's a meat girl."

"You mean she's human? That's slavery. That can't be!"

"When Ted had asked us to swap recipes, I polled her wireless MAC-address and I couldn't sense her. I asked her about that in the kitchen and she told me her brother, who works at Shinra, helped her sell herself as a fembot because she wanted a meat boy."

"Really? Wow!"

"She asked me to keep her secret, so please don't tell Ted."

"Sure, but maybe you shouldn't have told me."

"I can't keep secrets from you. I couldn't if I wanted to, but I didn't tell her that." 

. "Wow! Poor girl! But how can she get away with that? Ted's got to be kind of dense not to figure it out."

"She's learned to resist her gag reflex and to let him fuck her in all her holes. She must keep him satisfied."

"Ha! I can't imagine a human woman letting a man boss her around like that--treat her like a genuine slave--fuck her whenever he feels like it."

"I wouldn't know what it's like to be a meat girl, but I can't imagine _NOT_ wanting to obey my owner and be ready to let him use me for his pleasure whenever he wants me, any way he wants to."

"Good thing, that!" he said.

"So Justin, you've never fucked me in the ass. Would you like to try that?"

"Sure!" Justin said. "As long as it won't hurt."

"I promise you I won't hurt you."

"I mean you!"

Aerith giggled. "You can't hurt me, Justin." Then she rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs.

Justin climbed on Aerith, and pressed his cock to her tight sphincter. He had never had anal sex--no meat girl had ever let him. He pushed, and his member slid in. Oh man! Was it ever tight! Aerith squeezed a couple of times, and Justin exploded into her fembot ass almost instantly. 

She milked his cock for a long while before he was spent and rolled off her. 

"Justin held her and said, "Oh Aerith! I love you." 

"I love you too, Justin."

"They spent the next ten minutes in a total lip-lock before Justin fell asleep in Aerith's arms.

* END *



Fembot NOT!



*** Chapter 1 ***

Carol was sitting on her living room sofa going through her bills in her panties and bathrobe on a Saturday morning. She wrote a check for $143.97 for her electric bill. $82.06 for her phone bill. $53.20 for her cable bill. And she paid her Master Card down by $50. 

Then there was the junk mail. A dating service sent her a special offer just for women. Women can join for only $800. Men, of course, joined for free. In a big yellow star, the flyer screamed they had a ratio of only 20 women to every man in their membership. But she had tried a dating service once, and never even got as far as one date with a man.

She opened a large, thick white envelope from Shinra Corporation. Just out of curiosity, she had sent for a fembot brochure a while ago. She couldn't understand how any guy could prefer a robot over a real live woman. 

"Ugh!" she gasped when she opened the brochure. She felt like she was reading a porno magazine. She was looking at a photo of a beautiful woman--no, a fembot--giving a guy a deep-throat blowjob. The caption read, "Now a man can have multiple orgasms! A fembot can deep-throat you continuously, for as long as it takes, to give you orgasms over and over again. All you need to do is sit back and enjoy!" 

The following page showed a man fucking a girl in the ass. "A fembot can take you up her back door as easily as up her vagina or in her mouth. A fembot is always in the mood for sex and will never refuse you." 

She flipped to another random page showing another beautiful woman running a vacuum cleaner in the nude. "A fembot can clean your house for you between blowjobs, with never a complaint or demand for help."

She flipped to the back where the brochure talked about the technical aspects of a fembot: "Powered by a small LENR fusion reactor, a fembot needs only a small drink of water each day as a power supply." 

The next page talked about her skin: "A fembot's skin is a protein-based polymer that has the feel and taste of live human flesh. It's porous internally, and warm oil is pumped through it to make it feel like human flesh. She's indistinguishable from a meat girl by sight or touch. 

"Meat girl?" Carol shrieked to herself. "Is that what I am?"

The following page got a little more explicit: "A fembot's mouth has artificial glands that produce real saliva, and her vagina has artificial glands that produce real feminine lubricants that are chemically identical to those produced by a meat girl."

"This is sick!" She tore the brochure in half and slapped the pieces onto her coffee table.

The following weekend, Carol's brother, Brian, had invited her over to his apartment for dinner. She spent the afternoon washing and brushing her long natural blonde hair. She was an attractive woman, and she knew it. In a bygone era, guys would have said that she was "hot." But slender, beautiful women couldn't even get fat, ugly guys these days. 

She arrived at Brian's apartment. Mom and dad were there too. In this age of fembots, will anyone in the next generation have a real mom and dad any more? Brian's fembot, Tifa, served them spaghetti after they sat at the table. Brian was a salesman at a nearby Shinra distributorship--so, of course, he owned one of the infernal things.

Tifa set Carol's plate in front of her. "Thank you, Tifa." 

"You're welcome, Carol. I hope you enjoy it."

Carol sometimes didn't know whether to be amazed or disgusted when she visited her brother. If she didn't know that Tifa was a machine, she never would have guessed. She had talked alone with Tifa often enough. Having a conversation with the robot was just like chatting with one of her girlfriends. Tifa had opinions--intelligent opinions--about current events, her favorite sports teams, movies she likes, and so on. Of course, Tifa's sole motivation was to make Brian happy and be ready at any moment to obey any request, sexual or non-sexual, that he may make of her. That came through loud and clear.

After Dinner, after mom and dad left, and Tifa was washing the dishes, Brian sat next to Carol. "Is something wrong, sis?"

Carol could talk to her brother about almost anything, drinking, drugs, boy trouble, girl trouble, safe sex, and so on. "I don't think I'll ever meet a guy. All you guys want fembots. You don't want real girls any more."

"Yeah. Shinra sells malebots too, but we sell ten fembots to guys for every malebot to a girl. And then there's the occasional guy who buys a malebot, or girl who buys a fembot..."

Carol gasped. "I don't want to go there..."

"Neither do I," Brian said. "Now _THAT'S_ sick..."

"I don't know what I'm going to do!" Carol started crying on her brother's shoulder. (And, no, this isn't going to turn into _THAT_ kind of story) "The last time I was at the mall, every fat, ugly guy had a beautiful woman on his arm dressed like a slut--obviously all fembots. You have to be a supermodel or a rock starlet to get a real live human guy anymore. I'll do anything to meet a real human guy!"

"Well," Brian said slowly, "If you're willing to take a risk, get a birth-control implant, and can be a fair actress, I have an idea..."

*** Chapter 2 *** 

Ted had returned home to the U.S. last month. He got a job right out of college and had spent the past ten years in India as a software engineer, starting as a tester, and working his way up to coder, to project leader, to DBA, then to system administrator. 

With his living expenses practically nil all that time, and the stock market shooting up like a rocket for the past few years, Ted had accumulated over $1,400,000 in his mutual fund. Yet, he knew that wealth can be frittered away too easily. So instead of a lavish mansion, he had put $200,000 down on a small townhouse. Instead of buying a brand new Porsche Boxster, he purchased a pre-owned 2024 Boxster with low miles. Then he hung his shingle as an independent computer consultant. 

He had one more major purchase to make, though. He kept a Saturday open to shop for a fembot. 

The Nissan fembots weren't to his liking. They all had huge chests; while a lot of guys liked that, Ted didn't.

Honda went for the techno look. Their fembots all had skin and hair in wild colors: lime green, hot pink, Day-Glo purple, bright orange. Their fembots were the most affordable, but man! Were they ugly!

He considered buying American out of sheer principle, but American-made fembots had to be operated by a remote control. That wasn't so bad, but he had also heard rumors from reliable sources that most of them were secretly hermaphrodites with retractable dicks. Yuck! No way would he even consider an American-made fembot if that were true!

He stopped at the Shinra distributorship last. Shinra's fembots were the most expensive by far, but also the most realistic, and they didn't go for any glitz--all just normal, but attractive, women. 

"May I help you?" a pretty receptionist asked as he entered the lobby. 

"I'm just looking," he barked at her and continued into the showroom. Looking around at the fembots on display, most were inside sealed glass cylinders, but a few were standing openly on pedestals. He walked up to a brunette in a tiny black negligee. "Are you for sale?"

"Yes, I am," she said sweetly. "I'm Selphie. What's your name?" 

"I'm Ted, but I'm not really interested in brunettes."

"You should ask a salesman for help," she offered. 

Almost as on cue, a man in a white blazer came out with his hand extended. "Welcome to Shinra! I'm Brian. You are?"

"I'm Ted."

"You like Selphie here?"

"Hmmm, not really," he said, still standing in front of her. "I'm partial to blondes."

"No problem, sir. We have a large inventory of blondes. Please follow me."

Ted had wanted to look around on his own first, but he followed the pushy salesman into a small cozy conference room and sat at a small round table. Opening a thick binder, he opened it, revealing pages upon pages of beautiful women--no--fembots. "Why don't we start by choosing three or four, then I'll bring them out to meet you. Once we narrow down your tastes, we can narrow down your choices."

"Sounds good," Ted said.

"Do you prefer a type-1 body, or type-2?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, you haven't seen our brochure yet?"

"No." Mild annoyance started rising in his voice. "I'd just like to see some fembots. Blondes." 

"Then have a seat on the sofa, and I'll be right back."

The salesman left, and returned a moment later with a strawberry blonde with piercing black eyes. The woman--no, the fembot--sat next to Ted on the comfy sofa. 

"This is Tara," the salesman said. 

"Hi Tara."

"Hi Ted," she said.

"So, you're really a robot?"

"Yes, I was built three months and four days ago in Japan and shipped here."

"Wow! You look, talk, and act just like a real woman."

"Thank you. My skin is an organic polymer..." and she gave the whole spiel about how a fembot is indistinguishable from a real woman.

Ted took her arm in his hand and examined her closely. Her skin sure looked and felt like human skin, even to the fine hairs. He held his arm out and held their two arms next to each other. In direct comparison like that, the differences between the human arm and the fembot arm became more apparent. His arm was covered with freckles and the occasional pockmark and scar from over 30 years of life. Her skin, on the other hand, showed a total lack of any kind of blemish, freckle, pockmark, scar, birthmark, or anything else."

"How do you like Tara?" the salesman asked.

"She's hot, but I'd like to see a few more before I make up my mind."

"No problem. I'll be right back." The salesman left with Tara, and brought Jubilee, a short bleached blonde. Next, he brought out a tall blonde by the name of Carol. Then Liane, a tall strawberry blonde. And last, just for variety, Nola, a black girl with blonde hair all in braids.

"From what you've seen, can we narrow the selection down a little? I can bring a few more girls out who more closely match your preferences."

"Actually," Ted said, "I rather like that tall girl with the long hair you brought out before. What was her name?"

"Carol? She just came out of assembly this morning. She'll go fast!"

"I bet! You give most of your fembots odd names, why did she get a normal girl's name?"

"I don't know, sir." The salesman laughed. "I just sell 'em, I don't name 'em. Would you like to meet Carol again?"

"Yes, please."

The salesman left and returned, once again, with Carol.

Carol sat next to Ted as she did not too long ago. Ted took her hand in his and examined her once again. Unlike the other fembots, she had a few blemishes and freckles here and there on her arm. "I can't believe how realistic your skin looks and feels! There's no way I could tell you from a human girl!" 

"Thank you, Ted," Carol said. "My skin is made from an organic polymer..."

"Yes, I know," Ted interrupted her self-sales pitch, "by pumping warm oil though your skin with a mechanical heart, yada, yada, yada."

To the salesman, Ted said, "I don't need to see any more bots. I'll take this one."

"Good choice, sir. Like I said, Carol was just assembled this morning, and she'll probably be gone by the end of the day."

The salesman beckoned Ted and Carol over to the small oval table, where he laid out the sales contract and other paperwork. 

"So, what's the bottom line?" Ted asked.

"If your credit is good, we can take a $1,000 deposit and then put the balance on an installment plan. Or you can pay in full, if you'd like."

Ted handed the salesman his credit card for the $1,000 deposit, and then signed the contract.

The salesman then handed Ted a form. "Read this number to her then speak your name."

"Why?" Ted asked.

"This process registers you as her owner to her. Once it's done, she'll obey only you. Of course, keep her registration number in a safe place."

"I see," he said to the salesman. Then to Carol, he slowly read off the string of 16 digits and then spoke his name.

A second later, Carol smiled and replied, "Registration accepted. I'm pleased to be your fembot, Ted."

"Great!" the salesman said. "It usually takes a few tries to speak all those numbers right. Good luck with her!" 

"Thanks," Ted said and left the Shinra showroom hand-in-hand with Carol.

Ted hadn't had any loving since that fling with that cute Indian girl last year, and he was so horny!

So upon entering his townhouse and closing the door, he took Carol upstairs into his bedroom. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her, but she gasped and pulled back slightly. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked. 

"No," she said. "I'm just a little nervous. I hardly know you."

"Oh? I didn't know that was a problem for a fembot." 

"It isn't!" she said and threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. 

After they had kissed for nearly a minute, Ted pulled back and said, "Drop to your knees, Carol."

Carol squeaked but did as instructed. Ted unzipped his jeans and let them drop. His member was already hard in anticipation when it fell out of his Jockeys in front of Carol's face. "C'mon, Carol! What're you waiting for?"

Carol glanced up at Ted, then did as instructed. In slow motion, she opened her mouth and slid her lips over his quivering member. She began sliding her head back and forth, causing the pressure to build in his loins. 

"C'mon, Carol! Deep throat me!" He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her face hard against his groin, jamming his hard cock down her fembot throat.

She immediately began bucking and gagging and pulled her mouth away, sputtering and coughing.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, Ted. Let me explain. I'm one of the latest models with even more realism that most others. I have a gag reflex that I need to learn to overcome. You need to be patient with me."

Ted slapped her hard across the face.

"Ow!" she cried out!

"You will call me, Master!" he demanded.

"Yes, Master," she squeaked.

"And why would they give a fembot a gag reflex?" Ted asked. "That kind of defeats the purpose!"

"I have no idea," she squeaked. "Why don't you lie on your back on the bed and let me blow you?"

"Sounds good," Ted agreed, so he removed his remaining clothes and lay on his bed. Carol climbed onto the bed at a 90-degree angle to him and began to suck him once again. After a few minutes, the pressure built in his loins and he exploded into Carol's mouth. She continued to drain him until he grew soft, then she sat up.

"Was that good for you?" she asked.

"I've had better," he said. "Go downstairs and make me dinner. I have macaroni on the counter and cheese in the refrigerator. And I'll have a cup of coffee to go with it."

"Okay," she said and hurried out of the bedroom.

Some time later, Carol came upstairs and peeked into Ted's room. "Our dinner's on the table, Master."

Ted followed Carol downstairs and sat at the table. "You're eating too? I thought you only needed water for your fusion thingy."

"I need extra protein for my mechanical glands and related functions," she said. "I'm an advanced model. Remember?"

"You mean I have to feed you every day? Shit!" 

After dinner, Ted went over to his computer to surf the Internet while Carol struggled to finish her dinner, then she washed the dishes. After she had finished the dishes, he called her over to him in the living and to put _Planet of the Apes_ in the DVD player then join him watching the movie. 

"I love this part!" Ted said, just before Charlton Heston shouted out, "Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!"

Then, after the movie, Ted took Carol, who was still naked from earlier, back upstairs and to bed. 

He told her, "Lie down diagonal on your back on the bed."

"What are you going to do to me, Master?"

"I paid good money for you, Carol. You're going to deep throat me."

"But my gag reflex. Please be gentle!"

"Look! You're just a machine--a fancy sex doll! I'm going to sit on your face with my cock down your throat and mouth-fuck you, gag reflex, or no gag reflex!"

"Okay," she squeaked. Had he looked down, he would have seen the stark terror in her eyes.

He climbed on top of her body, and lay on her, straddling her head between his thighs, and slid his hard, erect member into her mouth. Arching his back, nearly his full weight, 180 pounds, came to bear upon her jaw. 

He then began pumping her. Hard! He slammed his crotch against her lips, over and over again, as her body bucked under his weight. 

"Hmm," he said to himself. "Maybe realism is a good thing, after all!"

Her gag reflex massaged his cock, bringing him to rapid orgasm. He exploded deep in her throat. Her gag reflex continued to milk his cock, and he continued to shoot wad after wad, evoking more gag reflex. 

Then, finally spent, he rolled off her and curled up and went to sleep.

Ted woke horny the next morning. So he grabbed his sleeping fembot, startling her awake. Without hesitation, he mounted her and slid his eager member between her legs. She was dry, so he pushed his hips down hard, thrusting into her, evoking a screech from her. Lost in his own pleasure, he continued thrusting until his release came, filling her robotic twat with his hot seed. As soon as he was spent, he rolled off her and walked into his bathroom to shower and leave for work. 

That evening, Ted stopped to do some food shopping on his way home from work. Among other things, he picked up a case of cat food.

That night, Carol prepared a rare T-bone steak and mashed potatoes for Ted's dinner. As he sliced his steak, he noticed that Carol was barely nibbling on her cat food. "If you don't need protein today, let me put it in the refrigerator for tomorrow."

"I'll eat it, Master," she squeaked. 

Ted finished his dinner and left the dirty dishes on the table for Carol to clean up while he took a seat in his living room to catch a game. Carol was still struggling to choke her cat food down. 

Though, true to her word, she gradually got better at giving blowjobs over the weeks that followed. After mouth-fucking her enough times, she got over that annoying gag-reflex. She eventually got to the point where she could keep him in her mouth for hours at a time, bringing him to orgasm over and over again--something he could never expect to get from a meat girl. 

His consulting business was picking up, and he was starting to get to know his new neighbors. One of his neighbors, a Justin somebody, had won a fembot in a radio station call-in contest the prior week, and the two got to talking out by the cluster mailbox one evening. Justin had invited him and Carol over for dinner the following evening, and so he accepted. Justin said that his fembot, Aerith, came pre-programmed with a lot of recipes. Maybe Aerith and Carol could "link up" and download each other's recipes. 

So, that evening, Ted and Carol went over to Justin's townhouse. 

"Come on in," Justin said when Ted rang the bell. Justin's townhouse was laid out identical to Ted's.

"Let's catch the game while our bots make dinner?" Justin said.

"Sure, maybe they can download each others' recipes, or whatever?"

"Sure," Justin agreed.

The two fembots prepared dinner as the game went into overtime, appearing once or twice only to bring out beer for the men. They served dinner just as the game ended. 

The steaks were prepared just right, and the two fembots hovered over their respective owners, keeping their drinks and plates full. 

Ted was puzzled that the two fembots just waited at attention while he and Justin ate alone. "Your fembot doesn't need to eat with you?" Ted asked. 

"No. Aerith says she gets all the protein she needs from me by giving me blowjobs. Why? Does Carol?"

"Yeah. Carol is some kind of advanced model who needs to eat like a real person. Like the first night I brought her home after I bought her, I mouth-fucked her and she told me how they built a gag reflex into her for extra realism. That was stupid!"




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"Hey!" Justin said, looking over at the two fembots. "Your fembot is blushing, Ted! Her face is as red as a tomato!"

"Heh!" Ted chuckled. "Yeah, she blushes sometimes."

"Cool!" Justin said. "Your fembot has more realistic features than mine."

"Fuck realism!" Ted said. "I just want to fuck all her holes! Isn't that what you want?"

"Actually," Justin said. "Not at first. I originally was going to sell her. When I first won Aerith in that contest and brought her home, I couldn't understand why anyone would prefer a machine to a real girl..."

Carol coughed, another annoying bit of unnecessary realism, then Justin continued, "but after fucking Aerith, I was convinced of the benefits of a fembot over a meat girl."

"Yeah," Ted said. "After breaking her of that stupid gag reflex, Carol can fuck circles around a meat girl!" 

Dinner continued. The fembots served dark chocolate cake for dessert. Then, after coffee and dessert, it was getting late, so Ted and Carol headed home. 

That night, after Ted had mouth-fucked Carl as he often does, he rolled over and started to fall asleep. But then he needed to pee. Not wanting to go down the hall to the bathroom, he said, "Carol! Get on your knees by the bed here."

"You want another blowjob?" she asked sleepily.

"No, I need to pee. So I'm going to use your mouth."

"Master! Please! Don't make me do that!"

"Get over here, you fucking belligerent machine!" he demanded.

Carol crawled over and knelt before him at the side of the bed. He slid his soft member into her mouth. He knew about water sports, and had tried it once with a real human girl, but he was too tense to let his pee flow into her mouth. But peeing into a robot's mouth was no different that peeing into a toilet, and his piss flowed freely. He felt her swallow so as not to spill any on the floor.

"Now get back into bed!" he commanded as she headed toward the door. 

She stood and pointed at her mouth, still full of his piss.

"Oh, swallow it!" he said. "It's fuel for your fusion thingy."

She swallowed and returned to bed, as did he. But a moment later, she emitted the strangest noise, then rushed out of the bedroom to the bathroom. 

"Jesus Christ!" Ted cursed as he followed her into the bathroom a moment later to see her puking into the toilet.

She stood and wiped her mouth with a wad of toilet paper. "I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't help it."

"Yeah, well, get back in bed! I feel like fucking your ass!"

"Yes, master," she squeaked. 

No sooner than she climbed into bed and lay on her stomach, he pulled her legs apart and slammed himself on top of her, forcing a gasp from her. He immediately jammed his hungry member into her tight sphincter with all his weight, producing an ear-shattering shriek from her mouth.

"Shut up and enjoy it, bitch-bot!" he screamed back as he pumped her ass.

The new-felt tightness on his cock spurred him to almost immediate release. 

Then, spent, he rolled off her and promptly fell asleep, sparing his ears the sound of her sobbing. 

Months went by, and Ted was growing dissatisfied with his "realistic" fembot. He had decided to return her to Shinra and make a royal stink if he didn't get a good portion of his deposit back. But upon checking his statements, he noticed that his credit card had never been charged the $1,000 deposit. Nor had he received any monthly payment bills for her.

Then, upon calling Shinra, they had no record of him buying a fembot from them. After countless calls through layers and layers of automated call direction systems, "Press 1 for this, press 2 for that, press 3 for something else," and speaking to numerous customer representatives, it was clear that Shinra had somehow lost all record of their sale of Carol to him. So he decided to keep her for a little longer, then either sell her for what he could get, or just take her down to the dump and junk the worthless bot.

Still, during the year that followed, she learned how to deep-throat him for continuous hours, to give him bedside toilet service without puking, and to ignore the torture of taking him up the ass without lubricant. She also became an efficient housekeeper, cook, and personal assistant.

Ted and Justin got together occasionally to catch a game on a Sunday afternoon while their two bots waited on them tirelessly. 

But Ted was getting itchy for adventure again. His consulting business provided him a modest income, but not the big bucks he had grown accustomed to overseas. So he placed his impressive resume on Monster and Dice, and quickly got calls for interviews. He was so confident that he had even begun to pack his townhouse in preparation to sell it. He wasn't interested in most of the jobs, but when he got invited out to Los Angeles to interview for the position of CIO for a LotsaTech, large multi-national company that ran the bulk of their Information Systems in Japan, he had most of his belongings packed away in small moving boxes--except one.

He had obtained a large wooden crate made just for storage of bots. "Carol! Come here!" he ordered.

"Yes, Master?" Carol came over. She was naked, as he liked her to be when they were home alone.

"Stand in that crate for a minute."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before complying, then backed into the tall narrow, shallow crate. Her neck, waist, wrists, and ankles fit nicely into half-circular cutouts in three cross planks that ran horizontally along the back of the crate. 

Ted slid the matching front planks into slots into the side walls of the crate. 

"What are you doing, Master?" she squeaked, the panic rising in her voice.

"Relax," he said. "I'm just trying something."

"Master. I think, maybe, I should tell you something about myself."

"Just shut your metal mouth, you stupid machine!"

"Yes, Master, but you won't keep me in here for long, will you, Master?"

"Of course not!"

Upon hammering the planks in place from the sides of the crate, she was securely fastened inside the crate by three gallows, the top one around her neck, a second around her waist and wrists, and a third around her ankles.

He was about to place the front panel on the crate and hammer it on, but he checked his watch--the taxi would be here any second. 

"This is really uncomfortable, Master! Will you let me out soon?"

"Yeah, in just a minute," Ted rasped. "Now shut up!" Ted rushed upstairs to grab his weekend satchel that he had packed a little earlier. Almost as an afterthought, he snapped the switch on the thermostat to turn the central air conditioning off. Then went outside just as the taxi arrived and blew its horn. Being it was the middle of a heat wave, he was sure glad the taxi came quickly.

His flight to Los Angeles was uneventful. He met with the executive team the following day, and they promised to make a decision quickly. Indeed, they did, they called him on his cell phone the following morning while he slept late in the hotel.

"Ted, we'd like to extend an invitation to join LotsaTech!"

He returned to their Los Angeles headquarters that afternoon and negotiated a six-figure salary with generous benefits. 

That night, he celebrated with a night out on the town. Los Angeles had plenty to keep a young, wealthy bachelor occupied after the sun went down. 

The concierge gave him a list of clubs that, while women paid a $20 cover, men got in for free. At many of those clubs, men's drinks were half price. 

At one such club, he eyed the crowd. Many guys were there accompanied by slutty-looking women, obviously their fembots. A few guys were there alone. Either they were like him, travelers away from home, or else they had a fetish for meat girls. Well, the pickings were pretty decent. There seemed to be about four or five women to every man in the place on average--not too many that the guys would be overwhelmed by lame pickup lines, but enough that those men so inclined would have a decent selection of flesh to choose from and take home. 

Of course, it didn't take long for Ted to notice a head full of frizzy bleached blonde hair to take the stool right next to him at the bar. 

Ted glanced at her. Meeting his eye, she said, "Hi!" 

"Hi" Ted answered back.

"Where's your robot?" she asked. "Or are you one of those rare guys who prefers a _REAL_ woman?"

"I have a bot, but she's packed away at home."

"Oh? Not satisfied with a metal lover, huh?"

"Actually, no. If you ask me, fembots are overrated."

She lightly touched his arm and said, "I'm glad you think so."

Ted woke in the girl's arms the next morning. It was an unwritten rule in these situations not to exchange names or other personally identifying information. With the advent of fembots, feminist groups have lobbied for increasingly burdensome obligations upon men in areas such as alimony, even after a single romantic encounter. And child support often amounts to 80% of a man's income before taxes. Women who want a romantic encounter with a man had better be willing to fuck and forget. 

Ted slipped out of her arms and quietly dressed. Had the room been better lit, he might have seen a tear roll down her cheek as she feigned sleep. 

A short taxi ride returned him to his hotel. He checked out and caught a flight home that afternoon. 

The taxi let Ted off in front of his house just as Justin had arrived home from work and the two met at their cluster mailbox. 

"Hot enough for you?" Ted asked Justin.

"Yeah! It's a scorcher! How you been?" 

"I just accepted a position overseas. They want me to start next week."

"Congratulations, Ted! But what about your house?"

"I guess I'll leave it in the hands of a realtor to sell it. Everything's packed up. I think I still have a few beers left in the fridge. Want to come in for a second?"

"Sure," Justin said.

Upon entering, Justin wiped his hand across his forehead. "Phew! It's roasting in here!"

"Yeah, let me turn my AC back on."

"So, where's Carol?" Justin asked.

"Oh, the stupid bot is crated up in the living room. I'm going to put it into storage with the rest of my crap."

"What! Carol!"

Justin rushed into Ted's living room, climbed over the stack of moving boxes and came face-to-face with Carol, fastened into her crate.

Her body was ashen. Her eyes looked hollow. A small puddle of urine and a tiny pile of feces were on the bottom cross-member holding her ankles in place.

Her eyes unable to focus on him, she rasped, "Water! Please! Water!"

Justin ran into the kitchen and, for lack of any glasses in the bare cabinets, grabbed an empty coffee can out of a bag of trash in the corner, rinsed it out, and filled it with water. He rushed back to Carol and lifted it to her lips. She gulped it down in a split second.

"More!" she rasped again. "Please! More!"

Justin rushed back into the kitchen, and rushed back out to give her more water.

"What are you doing?" Ted asked with a chuckle.

"Your fembot's on death's doorstep, Ted!"

"Oh, she'd just go into standby or hibernation or something when she ran out of fuel for her fusion thingy. What's the big deal?"

"Well..." Justin stammered.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Ted said.

"What?" Justin asked.

"Maybe I can rent my house out instead of selling it. I tell you what! I'll let you have Carol--you seem to like her--and in return you manage the house for me--find tenants, collect the rent, pay the mortgage and taxes, arrange repairs, and so on."


"Maybe, but management companies usually take a percentage. Will I get a percentage of the rent?" 

"Hell! I'm giving you a fembot worth over a hundred grand! What more do you want?"

"Well, since you put it that way, sure!"

Ted, being a good businessman, wrote up a quick contract, which they both signed.

Then Ted rooted in one of his boxes and handed Justin a crinkled old slip of paper. 

"What's this?" Justin asked.

"Her serial number, you have to read it to her and say your name so she'll take you as her new owner."

"Oh, right," Justin said. "I had to do the same with Aerith before I took her home with me."

Carol looked a little better from her two coffee cans of water. Justin read the sixteen-digit number to Carol then said his name. 

Carol replied immediately with a big smile, "I'm pleased to be your fembot, Justin!" Color seemed to return to her face. 

Justin looked at Ted. "Now can I get her out of this crate?"

Ted laughed. "You can do whatever you want with her. She's your headache--I mean, fembot now!" Glaring at Carol, Ted sneered, "Sell her, or chop her up into itty-bitty gears and computer chips for all I care!"

Ted handed Justin a hammer, and Justin promptly pulled the nails out of the sides of the crate. When the last stockade board fell out, Carol, still naked, fell into Justin's arms. "Thank you, Master!" she gasped, her throat still seemingly dry from lack of water.

She could hardly walk, so Justin carried her out of Ted's place, and out of Ted's life.

Ted followed a little later and dropped off a bag full of her cat food and clothes in front of Justin's front door.

Later, Ted called a moving company, and had his belongings put into storage a couple of days later. 

Ted met with Justin to finalize a few details about renting his house out, then he caught a flight to Tokyo and his new adventure and next fortune. 

LotsaTech put Ted up in a five-star hotel across the street from their world headquarters while he shopped for a house.

For his first night in Tokyo, he went down to a bar in the hotel. Japan was one of the few countries in the world where hardly anyone spoke English, even as a second language. So he didn't dare wander too far. 

Looking around, it was a scene as typical as any bar back in the states. Of course, Japan had an even higher market penetration of fembots than the USA. So, obviously, the situation with real women was much the same as back home. A small bar, it was almost all women, most in groups, but some alone. There were a few groups of guys at tables, two or three couples, and one or two guys alone. But the ratio of women to men seemed to be about 10 to 1. 

The bartender, a short Japanese fellow, came over when Ted took a seat at the bar. He ordered an Asahi beer and watched the activity as the bartender walked off to get it. Hungry Japanese women didn't let those single guys in the bar stay alone for very long. 

Indeed, in a flash of déjà vu, Ted took a seat at a bar, and a short Japanese woman sat next to him almost immediately, then another sat on his other side. Ted knew the score; a single guy just couldn't sit alone at a bar for very long before being hit on by lonely, horny women. 

The moment Ted glanced at the one on his right, their eyes met. She was a luscious beauty with long black hair, big brown eyes, and golden skin. Smiling, she said something in Japanese. 

Ted shrugged, and answered, "I don't speak Japanese. Sorry."

She giggled and said, "I'm Suki, and," pointing to the woman on the other side of Ted, "this is friend, Kumiko." Suki giggled again and added, "We speak some English little." 

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm Ted."

"It is nice to meeting you too, Ted," Suki said. "May we buy you beer?"

Before Ted could answer, the bartender brought Ted's beer and Suki paid for it, and ordered one for herself, too.

"Thank you," Ted said. "But you shouldn't have."

"Too late!" she giggled. "Already buy beer. Why in Tokyo?"

Ted took a sip of his beer. "I start a new job for LotsaTech on Monday. For now, I'm staying here in the hotel until I can find a place to live."

"Ah, nice hotel," Suki said and took a sip of her beer. 

"Yes, it seems very nice," Ted answered, noticing that Kumiko wasn't drinking.

"Nice company, LotsaTech. What you do?"

"I'll be managing their I.T. department. What do you ladies do?"

Suki said, "I supervise dental office for group of dentists. Kumiko is--special friend." 

"I see..." Ted answered, wondering what she meant by that. Were they two lesbians? And if so, why were they taking such an interest in him? 

"Alone, are you?" Kumiko asked.

Ted took another sip of his beer. "Yes, I packed up my house back in America and I came with just the bare essentials." 

"No robot? Girlfriend? Wife?"

"I had a robot, but I gave her to a friend as payment to watch over my house for me. No wife or girlfriend."

"Ah, nice man like you need girlfriend and robot, no?"

"Oh!" Ted said as his eyes widened. "Say--you're not a robot, are you?"

"No!" Suki said. "Not robot. Am real live human female."

"I see."

"You like human female, yes?"

"Yes! I bought a robot--the one I gave to my friend--but she didn't live up to all the hype that everyone said about robot lovers, if you know what I mean. So, no more robots for me! Real women from now on."

Suki ran her finger down Ted's sleeve and said, "Well then?"

"Yes, sure!" Ted answered the implied question.

They finished their beers, then the two Japanese women each took one of Ted's arms and led him out of the hotel. Out on the street, they hailed a taxi, and a short ride took them to a residential neighborhood of lo-rise apartments. 

The apartment was tiny and plainly furnished. All the furniture in the room consisted of a big-screen TV against one wall, a cabinet full of fancy dishes, and a low rectangular table in the middle of the room. The two women sat Ted down on a mat by the table, then disappeared into an adjoining room through a sliding door. They returned a moment later with a carafe and three tall narrow glasses. Pouring what looked like wine, Ted took a sip and found the taste sweet and sour and very alcoholic. 

After they had finished nearly the whole carafe, Ted was feeling rather giddy. Suki stroked Ted's face, and he didn't hesitate to pull her face to his for a lingering kiss. A moment later, Kumiko merged her face into theirs for a three-way kiss--Ted's Tongue lapping around alternating between one woman's mouth then the other's, as their three tongues wrestled together.

The three broke for air after a while, then the two women spoke in Japanese. They stood and walked over to a closet set into the wall and pulled out a rolled up mattress. The two hurriedly removed a set of sheets and blankets from an upper shelf and made the bed. Then they returned to Ted and began undressing him. Between the two of them, they had him completely naked in less than a minute. Then Suki took Ted's hand and placed it on a button on her blouse. Taking the hint, Ted undressed her. Once she was naked, Kumiko touched Ted's shoulder. It was obvious what she wanted him to do, so she, too, was naked a moment later.

Both of their petite Asian bodies were perfect examples of womanhood. Their elfin figures only served to arouse Ted even more than he already was. The two women took Ted by the hands and led him into their makeshift bed where they resumed their three-way kiss. 

While Kumiko continued to kiss Ted, Suki slowly licked straight down Ted's torso until she reached his crotch. She gingerly placed her lips onto the head of his penis and then slowly slid her mouth up and down his shaft.

Having been a week since his last orgasm with that anonymous woman in L.A., Ted was primed and ready to blow on a hair trigger. Suki didn't have to work very hard to trigger Ted's climax into her mouth, still while swapping spit with Kumiko.

Suki sucked every drop of Ted's climax until he went soft, then crawled back up to reconstruct the three-way kiss. 

Suki broke the kiss again and said, "Now you use mouth make me orgasm."

"Gladly!" Ted answered as both women leaned back and Suki lay on her back with her legs invitingly separated. Ted started by putting his mouth to one of her breasts and sucking in her nipple. Her nipples were already hard by then, but he managed to make it just a little harder and wetter while drawing "Ohh!s" and "Ahh!s" from her. That job done, he didn't hesitate to crawl between her open thighs and start sucking on her black hairy twat.




Fembot NOT!



Finding the little nub that was her clitoris, he began sucking it in and out, and in and out, drawing a slight trickle of pussy juice into his mouth as she got even wetter than she already was. 

Ted felt Kumiko reach between his legs and fondle his penis while Suki began bucking and crying, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" in sync to each suck of her clit into his mouth. 

Suki's orgasm finally subsided as she gently stroked the back of his head and said, "That so wonderful!"

Ted crawled up and said to Suki, "I'm glad you liked it." Then to Kumiko, he said, "I can do the same for you too, if you'd like?'

Kumiko answered, "But wouldn't you like to come again?"

Being the first complete sentence that Kumiko spoke all evening, she surprised Ted that her English wasn't broken like Suki's, though she still had a strong Japanese accent. Ted answered, "I'm not a tireless teenager anymore, Kumiko. I don't think I can come again for a while."

Kumiko smiled and said, "I can make you come again. Lay on your back."

Ted did as requested, and Kumiko slid her mouth over Ted's limp member. Now, Suki leaned over Ted's face and resumed their kiss.

Ted stroked the back of Kumiko's head at his crotch with one hand, while he stroked the back of Suki's head with his other. After what seemed like nearly twenty minutes, Kumiko's relentless sucking--and he did actually feel suction--made him hard again. And even as he got hard, she kept the full length of his member in her mouth and throat without a hint of distress. He could feel his cock bend around the sharp angle at the back of her throat, and she continued sucking relentlessly. 

He was on the verge of coming when Kumiko pulled off and asked, "Do you want to orgasm in my mouth or my vagina, Ted?"

"Your vagina would sure feel good, but do you have any rubbers? I don't."

"I can't get pregnant," Kumiko said. "It's your choice."

Ted thought quickly. Unlike the USA, feminist groups in Japan had not yet succeeded in virtually outlawing male-female relationships by imposing horrifically onerous obligations upon men while at the same time bestowing windfall entitlements upon women without any such "sexist" safeguards as checks and balances, so Ted decided to trust Kumiko, and said, "Okay then, on your back!"

Kumiko complied, and spread her legs. Ted mounted her and slid his eager member into her twat. His second climax on the brink, he began thrusting in and out. Then Suki climbed onto Ted's back. Whoa!

Ted was straining to fuck Kumiko with the weight of Suki on top of him, then Kumiko said, "Let me do the work, Ted."

Ted thrust in, then Kumiko clamped her pussy muscles so tightly onto Ted's rock-hard member, evoking a gasp from his mouth. Ted was amazed that a woman could have such strength down there. For Ted's second amazement, she began to stroke his member with her pussy muscles, up and down, up and down, while grasping it tightly. Ted exploded into Kumiko while Suki kissed the back of his head. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh!" Ted screamed at the most incredible fuck he had ever experienced in his life. Kumiko continued to milk Ted's cock with her amazingly strong and agile pussy muscles, while seeming to actually draw the cum from him with a strong suction. His orgasm continued to last for longer than he imagined possible as well, and when he was finally spent, he lay panting on Kumiko with Suki still on top of him.

"Kumiko! Wow!" he panted. "You too, Suki!" 

Both girls giggled, then Ted said to Suki, "We better get off Kumiko, or she won't be able to breathe with both of us on her."

"I'm fine!" Kumiko said to that, "Stay on me as long as you both want." But Suki rolled off anyway. 

Ted started to pull his softening member out of Kumiko, but it was stuck--rather, Kumiko had such a tight grip on his cock with her pussy muscles, that he couldn't pull it out. "What the fuck?" he gasped.

Kumiko giggled, "You like that?"

"Wow! But can you let go now?"

To Suki, Kumiko asked, "Shall I let him go?"

"No!" Suki answered. "Let's keep him!"

Ted tried to pull out, but her grip on his member was impossibly strong, though it also felt incredibly good, too.

"Just kidding," Suki giggled. "Let him out." 

Kumiko released Ted's member, and Ted rolled off, settling between the two girls.

"Wait a second!" a little light bulb glowed momentarily above his head. "Kumiko, you're a fembot, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ted. I'm Suki's fembot."

Ted turned to Suki. "You own a fembot?"

"Of course, is so strange?"

"You like girls? Then why did you bring me home?"

Suki grinned. "Like girls, but like boys better."

"Then why did you buy a fembot? Why not a malebot?"

Suki looked introspective for a moment before answering. "Can't afford two robots. When bought Kumiko, considered malebot instead--not need man then. But wanted real man someday. Would you go home with us if me and malebot come on to you in bar?"

"No, I wouldn't have gone home with you. So you chose a fembot. I see."

"Yes. Strap dildo onto Kumiko with belt when want fuck. Not feel as good if Kumiko was malebot, but good enough."

"I see. But wow! This was the greatest night, Suki. I hope we can do it again someday." 

"We can! Every day! Live with us, Ted, please. Kumiko and I make you very, very happy. You and Kumiko make me very, very happy. Yes?"

"Oh, yes! I'll move in with you!" Ted blurted and kissed Suki. "All three of us will be very, very happy!"

* END * 



Femboy's Awakening



I. 

The ropes binding my wrists were rough against my skin, and every muscle in my small body tensed. I felt the eyes of every mercenary upon me, savage and hungry. My face went hot with fear, anger, and humiliation. Though in truth I had only myself to blame.

I had been discovered in the whores' camp, dressed like a girl.

And now I was bound and on my knees, wearing only the torn remnants of the semi-transparent pink skirt and midriff-baring top that they had caught me wearing. Goosebumps crawled down my freshly shaved legs as Commander Mace Garlon, the feared and ruthless leader of the Free Warriors' Mercenary Legion, vaulted down from his horse. He had never noticed me when I was only another squire, but now he stared down at me fearsomely. Meekly, I raised my eyes to meet his.

My breath caught in my throat.

A mere squire like me in this massive mercenary legion had never seen the commander up close. Now I could see that the man who commanded forty-thousand men had eyes that nearly pulsed with an inhuman black. The black of those eyes stood out against the sun-forged copper of his skin. His jaw was strong, and his wild mane of dark hair blew wildly in the pre-storm wind.

He must have been roused from his tent, as he was wearing only a loin cloth. His body was the very definition of a man and a warrior. From his neck to his calves, there was only hard muscle. His massive arms had slain brave warriors while swinging the longsword Nightflame, and I knew that a painted boy-whore like me meant nothing to him.

Several yards behind the commander stood Viviella, his sorceress and favorite concubine. Her wine-red hair was tousled, as if she had just emerged from a vigorous fucking, and yet she still managed to look dignified and mysterious. Her red dress matched her hair and left one long, pale leg exposed. She looked at me with intense curiosity in her green, feline eyes.

The commander was a stern war leader who demanded, and got, the highest discipline from this army of wild mercenaries. His men both feared and loved him, and he never gave an order twice. And here I was, a half naked squire wearing (what was left of) the scandalous silks used by whores to lure soldiers. My eyelids were brushed pink to match the skirt, my lips were covered in red rouge, and the rest of my face was lightly painted and dusted with glitter.

My heart beat furiously as I looked at Melody, the golden-haired whore who had dressed me up like this. Her delicate face was drawn with worry as she bit at the nails on her hand. Part of me wanted to blame her for my predicament, but we both knew that I had gone along with her game more than willingly. I could tell from the concern on her face that she had never expected I would get caught.

And now we would both face the consequences.

II

It all started earlier that morning.

As a squire for Sir Liam, I often accompanied the drunken knight to the whores' camp. Like all armed groups (and especially mercenary armies), the Free Warriors included not only fighting men, but a vast community of camp followers. The camp followers included washerwomen, tradesmen, and anyone else who could sell something to the fighting men. And there was nothing the men of the Legion liked to buy more than whores.

It was often well past dawn before Sir Liam emerged from the tent of whatever whore he happened to be with, and Melody was always the first of the girls in the camp to wake up. I watched her many times, a strange kind of desire filling me as she welcomed the sunrise. Sometimes our eyes would lock for a moment, but I was always too timid to say a word.

It wasn't only the golden curls falling in a cascade from her head that drew my eye. Nor was it just the way she twisted her hips while she walked, emphasizing her perfect round bottom and making even a simple dress look enticing. It wasn't only the way she painted her nails a different color every day, or her perfect application of rouge and blush. It wasn't even the teets that bounced perkily when she moved.

No, it was more than all that. It was the way that she managed maintain a look of girlish innocence and naivety, despite being a whore who had been entered by more men than I could count. I desired her, yes. But in a way that I did not yet understand, I also admired her.

So on that morning, while Sir Liam slept off the barrels of wine he had consumed the night before, I paid a visit to the whores' tents at the rear of the camp. 

"You're far too pretty for a boy," was the first thing she said when I shyly approached her. I had found her sitting on a wooden chest outside the tent she shared with another girl, her sandaled feet and yellow-painted nails swinging above the grass. In a yellow silk dress that ended at her ankles, she looked more like a royal courtesan than a whore following a mercenary legion.

I had been hearing comments about being "too pretty for a boy" as long as I could remember, but it still caused a spark of anger whenever I heard it. All the more so because I knew it was true. At nineteen years, I still had not even the beginning of a beard. I was slender, and had long eyelashes. My hair was a shaggy, sandy-brown mop that ended in a feminine curl just above my shoulders.

"Believe me whore," I said, trying to regain some of my dignity by taking some of hers away, "I'm more than man enough for you."

I thought she would react harshly to that. Instead she only tossed back her head and laughed.

"I doubt that, squire," she replied, "but don't let that discourage you. No single man has ever been enough for me." She ran one hand down her neck and bit her lip, her eyes tracking me up and down. "But if you have any gold, perhaps you can try to be."

I looked away from her. I was a lowly squire to a lowly mercenary knight who was usually too drunk to sit his horse. I had only joined the Legion weeks ago, when I had heard that they were joining the Empire's siege of the elven-city Mitheria. There was food, shelter, and it was as good a way as any to get away from my bastard of a father. But there was no gold in it.

I knew that Melody was a whore, and that whores fucked for gold, and that I didn't have any gold. So why had I come here? I hadn't expected to fuck Melody, exactly. So what had I expected?

Looking at my face, she laughed again. "I thought not, pretty squire." She looked me up and down again. "But you're so different from any other man I see around here. You remind me of a friend I had back when I lived in the city -". Her voice trailed off, and a smile spread out across her face.

"Maybe there is something we can work out," she said. She pushed off of the chest and landed on her feet. "Come with me. I know where we can go."

She took my hand and began to lead me away. I was stunned that this prostitute would go off with me without payment, especially after the rude way I had spoken to her at first. Perhaps being a pretty boy was finally bringing me some advantage.

She walked close to me and swung my hand back and forth, the way a girl might walk with her bosom-friend or her sister, but not with a lover. My hand brushed against the silk of her dress, and I was struck by how much I loved how that material felt. I repressed the urge to run my hand down the garment. I supposed that there would be time enough for that when we got to where we were going. Where were we going?

My question was answered when we stopped in front of a medium-sized pavillion. It was smaller than a knight's marquee, but much larger than a squire's tent. She led me inside, and as my eyes adjusted to the darker environs I saw a long cut of reflective glass and a basin of water. I realized this was the tent shared by a group of whores, a place for them change and freshen up between clients.

There was also a wooden rack containing rows upon rows of womens' clothes. They came in all colors, sizes, fabrics and designs. There were shoes as well, from jeweled sandals to boots nearly as long as my legs.

"Is this where we, um . . . I mean, should I -"

She cut me off by putting a slender finger to my lips.

"Let me make sure none of the girls are in here changing," she whispered, and tiptoed to the other side of the giant rack of clothes.

As she did so, I found myself walking closer to the dresses hanging from the closest rack. I put my hand on a deep red shift with silver trim. I ran my hand down the garment, and as I did so I found myself wondering how the material felt for a woman when she wore it. I pictured one of the whores wearing it, and wondered how it felt when she slid it off for her man, or had it ripped off by him.

"You wouldn't want to wear that," Melody said in my ear, breaking me from my daydream.

"Well of course I wouldn't wear it," I said.

"That's the sorceress Viviella's color," she said, ignoring my comment. "Many of the men are very superstitious about the commander's favorite. They won't touch you if you're wearing her colors. It is pretty, though." She ran her own finger down the garment.

I turned and looked at her. "Why are we in the girls' dressing tent?" I demanded.

She turned to meet my gaze and once again ran her eyes up and down my body. This time she looked with focus, and she seemed to be appraising me for something. She leaned forward, grabbed my shoulders, and touched her lips to my ear.

"I'll let you fuck me," she said. "But only if you let me dress you up like a girl."

I pushed her arms away. "Are you mad?" I asked a bit too loudly.

Melody was undeterred. She put her arms back around my neck and pushed hard up against me. We were nearly the same height and I could feel her breasts against my chest and her pelvis against my own.

"I can make you look gorgeous. And after I do, you can have me any way you want me."

An image flashed in my mind of me wearing a skirt and lifting it up to put my cock in Melody's mouth. I thought about how the garment would feel against my waist while she sucked me off. In spite of myself, my cock began to stir and stiffen. Melody missed nothing when it came to a man's arousal, and her hand went to my breeches as soon as I started to harden.

"Now that's the spirit," she said as she lightly squeezed my growing manhood. "Don't deny yourself this pleasure."

"A catamite is accursed by the gods," I protested meekly.

Melody scoffed. "I knew many brothel boys in the city. Many of them wore the garments of women, and they were as beautiful as any courtesan. The gods certainly did not curse them, judging by the hordes of men who came to visit them, their fists filled with jewels and golden coins."

"The Legion follows the laws of the Old Kingdom," I said. "Do you have any idea what the laws of the Old Kingdom say about catamites?"

"Who said anything about catamites?" she asked innocently. "This is just a bit of fun between a boy and a girl. Nobody will find out anyway."

She brushed her lips against my neck, and her golden curls smelled like fresh-cut lilacs. My heart was beating, and I found myself getting more and more aroused.

"If I do this," I said slowly, "you promise to fuck me?" My voice came out squeakily, as it often did when I was nervous.

Melody took a step back, her arms still around my neck, and smiled wickedly. "If you do this, you won't be able to stop me from fucking you." She slowly disentangled from me, one finger lingering on my chest as she turned. "Now get undressed while I get some things we'll need. Hurry, by midmorning the girls will start coming in here."

I haltingly unlaced the tunic and breeches, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Melody came back with an armful of clothes, a basin of water and a small box which she set down at my feet. She stared at my naked body, her eyes seeming to drink in every inch. I kept one hand between my legs, uncomfortable with her prying eyes. Was this how girls felt when men stared at them?

"Evyn," she said in a low voice, filled with awe, "you have such a pretty body."

I felt myself redden, unsure of how to react to being called "pretty." At the same time, I felt my cock begin to stand up in my hands.

Melody reluctantly tore her eyes away from me and began sifting through the pile. She opened up the small box, and I saw the glint of steel. I realized it was a razor.

"Wait," I said. "I told you I would let you dress me up like a whore - not shave me like one!"

In response, she hitched up her skirt, grabbed my hand and pressed it against her smooth leg. Her skin was soft and tight on my palm as she moved it up and down her thigh.

"Imagine how it will feel to be as smooth as this. Imagine how it will feel when our skin touches," she said.

Touching her filled me with desire - but I felt confused about what I desired. I wanted to possess what she had in some way I couldn't describe. Somehow I knew that I wanted more than just to fuck her. Could it be that I also wanted to be her?

Melody looked at my face and smiled in understanding, although I had said nothing. She knelt before me and moistened my legs with water from the basin. Then she took the razor and began to shave my legs.

She worked slowly and carefully, though it did not take her very long to remove the light dusting of hair from my legs. She left the sparse and barely visible hair around my cock and sack, saying that a proper whore always left just a little bit there. There was nothing to shave from my chest, though she did gently remove the hair from underneath my arms.

When she finished, she applied some kind of lotion from one her jars to my legs, telling me it would keep the skin from chafing. As I watched her step back to admire her work, a strange feeling of satisfaction came over me. I felt somehow cleaner than I ever had before, as though something unwanted had been scrubbed away.

Next came the paint. Melody pulled out a small brush and a pallet of some kind from the same box that had the razor. She bid me to close my eyes as she applied color to my eyelids. She worked down my whole face, switching brushes for my cheeks and lips.

While she painted me, I realized that I felt no shame in being so utterly exposed to her. She brushed against my half-erect penis several times as she worked. Part of me was demanding that I do what a man should do and take her then and there. But there was another part of me, a new part of me, that knew it would be wrong to ruin this strange new intimacy.

As I revelled in this exotic new freedom, Melody went to the clothes on the floor and began to pick up two items, but then stopped and smiled at me. "I want you to close your eyes," she said. "I don't want you to see what you're wearing until it's on."

I sighed reluctantly at that, but complied. "Now pick up this foot and step through. Good, now the other," she instructed. I resisted the urge to peek. I suppose I was also looking forward to the surprise.

As she pulled whatever skirt she had selected for me up my legs and to my waist, my heart began to beat with excitement. The light garment tickled my freshly shaved legs, and I wondered what it would feel like to walk outside and feel the fresh air blowing against my skirt. The thought sent a rush of blood between my legs as Melody tied the fabric around my waist.

She then told me to lift up my arms, and she pulled some kind of top over my head, and then down past my shoulders so that it covered only my chest and upper back. My stomach remained uncovered.

After spending a few moments brushing my hair and slipping some kind of sandal on each foot, she took my hand and turned me around. "Open your eyes," she whispered into my ear, standing so close that her curls tickled my neck. I did so, and found myself in front of a polished length of glass, staring at the most wanton, loose-looking whore I had ever seen. Of course, that wanton whore was me.

My sandy hair, normally long and unruly, now fell neatly to my shoulders. My eyelids practically glowed pink, and my lips were a soft light shade of red. My whole face was slightly bronzed, and some kind of glitter made my face sparkle with changing colors.

The top she had pulled over my head was the color of the sea and left my arms, shoulders, and midriff exposed. Looking down past my exposed belly, I saw that the pink skirt was see-through except for the portion directly over my crotch. My bare legs were clearly visible through the thin fabric. In wonder, I began to twirl from side to side, admiring the beauty Melody had created with my body and some simple fabrics.

"Do you like it?" she asked eagerly, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"I, I look ... I don't even look like me!"

"I bought this two years ago when I worked in the brothels of the city," she said as she straightened out my skirt. "Many of the whores there dance outside in this type of outfit to lure customers. I never had the courage to display myself like this outside the brothel, but you . . . I could fetch a pretty penny if I put you out on the streets of the city!"

"I'm no whore," I said to her, suddenly feeling embarassed at this whole situation. What kind of man was I, letting some whore dress me up like this? And now she japed about selling me! Now was the time for me to take her, to show her who was in control - 

I grunted in surprise as her mouth locked onto mine hungrily. She wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me close. Her tongue forced its way past my lips and began exploring every inch of my mouth. She tasted like honey and lemon water. Without thinking, I began sucking on her tongue, welcoming the sweet taste.

Now she was wrestling me to the floor, hitching up her own skirt as she did so. Once I was on my back she carefully lifted up the front of my skirt. She mounted me and pressed her wet cunt against the front my cock. She braced herself against the ground with both hands and rubbed her slit vigorously against my hardening member, groaning in pleasure as she did so.

Though I was still a virgin, I knew that a real man would have penetrated the lips of her womanhood and pounded her. But what she was doing felt so wickedly good, and I dared not interrupt the unabashed ecstasy I saw upon her face.

She disengaged her lips from my own, and began to crawl up my body until she knelt over my face. Her pink pussy was inches away from me, and the scent of her filled my nostrils. She inched herself closer and closer to me, teasing, and I stuck my tongue out to taste her. Finally she was upon me, and her hips undulated slowly in a burgeoning rhythm.

And then she froze. There were voices outside of her tent. Men's voices. Familiar voices.

"Ye' sure this th' tent?" slurred a painfully familiar voice. It was the voice of Sir Liam, the drunken knight I served.

"Yes, I'm sure," replied a much more sober voice. I knew that it was Sir Bryle, a grisled veteran of the Legion who also frequented the whores' tents. "This is where they change, and we're bound to find at least one of the little cunts in here."

And then they stumbled through the tent. Melody dropped her skirt over my face, hiding me from the familiar knights. My heart pounded and I stopped breathing. If they discovered me here, a squire dressed like a girl, I would face punishment and humiliation. I silently cursed Melody for drawing me into this, and myself for agreeing to it.

"Look at what we have here!" cried Sir Bryle as he entered. "Looks like these two ladies are so lonely they're making do with each other!"

I felt Melody take a deep breath, maintaining her composure. "Brave knight," she said in an innocent voice. "I wouldn't dream of giving myself to you in this condition. I beg you, wait outside while my friend and I freshen up. That way I can please you in the way you deserve."

"I'm ready now, whore. Here," Bryle said, and I heard a bag of coins land on the floor next to my head. "That should be enough for you and your little friend here. Count it if you like, but in the meantime, don't mind if I join right in . . ."




Femboy's Awakening



I remembered to pull my skirt back down as I heard Bryle approach. At least my cock would be covered, but how long would I be able to keep him from noticing?

Sir Bryle knelt beside Melody and me, and from the corner of my eye I could see his hand going underneath Melody's skirt and travelling up her leg. And then his hand was upon my own leg, rough and invasive. Though my heart pounded with fear, I found his bold touch oddly exciting. I felt Melody lean in toward the knight.

"Oh," she moaned convincingly. "I need your cock. But not here. Come, let's go to my tent where we can tumble on a proper mattress."

"Liam, if you don't get over here, I'll be happy to take both these bitches myself!" Sir Bryle called, ignoring Melody's request. Suddenly his hand went to my crotch. He fumbled for a moment, as though looking for something he expected to find but couldn't. Then his hand shot away.

"What in the bloody fuck!" Bryle shouted, and I heard him bolt to his feet. Melody grunted in protest as she was pushed off of my face.

I opened my eyes to see Bryle's bearded face scowling down at me. He grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. He stared hard at me, inspecting me for a long moment before a dawn of realization spread across his face.

"Come look at this Liam. You won't fucking believe this."

The drunken knight peered over Bryle's shoulder and looked at me without recognizing me at all. "She's a pretty little one, isn't she?" he said. "What's the problem?" I could smell the wine on his breath.

"The problem, you drunken idiot, is that 'she' is your fucking squire!"

"Evyn?" Sir Liam asked in a baffled voice. "But Evyn is a young man, not a woman."

"This is no woman, you dolt!" Sir Bryle lifted up my skirt, exposing the rapidly shrinking and timid cock dangling between my legs. Sir Liam gaped in bemusement. "Look closer!"

"Evyn?" Sir Liam's eyes widened as they tracked across my body.

Sir Bryle pushed past Liam and dragged me out of the tent by my wrist. As my eyes adjusted to the grey sky outside, I knew I was about to die.

"No, wait, I can explain . . ." I heard Melody shout, hurrying after us. I looked back and saw Sir Liam stumbling out of the tent, scratching his head in utter confusion.

It was now or never. I pulled my wrist free from Sir Bryle's grasp, spun, and began to run. I had no idea where I would go, but I knew that I had to escape the Legion.

"Stop her!" cried Sir Liam, and then thought better of his words. "Him! Stop him!"

A group of footsoldiers hurried to obey the knight, and I was quickly overwhelmed. In the struggle, the beautiful pink skirt was torn all the way to mid-thigh. I looked down, and felt the urge to cry. Though I was probably facing my death, I was overwhelmed with grief over a ruined skirt!

As the footsoldiers held me by the arms, Sir Bryle stood before me. "I would kill you myself, but our commander said no killin' anyone in the camp without permission." He stepped closer to me. "So I'm bringing you to the commander himself."

III

Which is how I ended up on my knees in the middle of the mercenary camp, staring at the massive pillars of muscle that were the commander's legs.

My eyes were welling up as I watched Sir Bryle speak to the frowning commander, who never took his strange black eyes off of me. I could feel the wetness from my eyes drip down my cheeks, smearing the thin black lines that Melody had painted underneath my eyes. I struggled to contain myself.

The commander detached from the rambling Sir Bryle in the middle of the other man's sentence. He took my chin firmly with one hand and inspected my face with apparent confusion. His hand was rough and calloused against my smooth chin, and I felt the cold touch of the multiple precious rings - all of them taken from slain enemies - that he wore upon his fingers. He let go of my chin, reached down to the torn skirt, and flipped it up above my waist. The muscles in his jaw tensed as he stared at my cock.

The commander let go of my skirt, grunted and said, "So you really are a boy." Despite the fear, I felt oddly thrilled with the knowledge that the commander himself had to have a look between my legs to be sure.

"This is your squire?" asked the commander in a booming voice, pointing at Sir Liam. The drunken oaf of a knight was wringing his hands and muttering to himself, but stopped and straightened up as soon as the commander pointed to him.

"Commander, sir, my lord, I -" the poor sod sputtered. The commander rarely bothered to address him, and Liam was more than happy to be ignored. "He is, sir, but I can assure you I knew nothing of his deviance! By my sword, I never knew!"

"I have no doubt that you were too deep into your cups to notice much of anything," the commander said. A ripple of laughter emerged from the crowd of onlookers who had assembled, and Sir Liam only bowed his head.

"Stand up, boy," the commander said to me. Seeing the hesitation in my eyes, the commander reached down and grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and hauled me to my feet. His massive hands enveloped my shoulders, and I felt like a helpless child in his grip.

When all the men were able to see me, they began whistling and hooting at me like I was a dancer at a brothel. Although the sounds were intended to humiliate me, I had a growing suspicion that more than one of them meant the catcalls of appreciation in earnest. I bowed my head before the commander, and found my eyes going to the loincloth that hung between his powerful thighs.

The commander held up his hand and the crowd went immediately silent. "You play the part of a whore convincingly. No doubt some of the ladies here could learn a thing or two from you." The crowd laughed again, and restarted its whopping and hollering.

"If he wants to look like a girl, give him to us, sir, and let us use him like one!" called out a footsoldier. Laughter and murmurs of approval sounded out from the crowd.

The commander stroked his chin and thought about this. "The penalty for a catamite is forty lashes," he said, more to himself than the crowd. Forty lashes! I was no warrior, and I knew that the pain would be more than I could bear.

Melody began to sob, and suddenly she threw herself on the ground before the commander in a blur of golden curls. "Master!" she cried. "It was I who convinced him to do this thing! It was I who gave him silks and painted his face like a whore! I cannot live with myself if he dies because of me!" She was grasping his muscled calves and staring at his face beseechingly.

The commander seemed taken aback by this. He gaped down at the girl as if she were a small dog begging for scraps. The normally decisive war leader clearly did not know how to respond to this display. I winced, knowing that Melody was only going to get herself in trouble. Guilt washed over me, because I was not at all certain that I would do the same for her if the roles were reversed.

Suddenly the sorceress Viviella appeared at the commander's side. "This is no catamite, my love." She purred softly into his ear, and yet somehow her voice carried throughout the camp. "See how naturally he takes to the female form. This is a boy who has the spirit of a girl. The men are right - let the punishment fit the crime and use him like the whore he aspires to be."

Every living soul in the Legion knew that Commader Garlon listened to Viviella. He looked me up and down, as if considering what kind of fuck I would be. The thought made me blush and cross one ankle over the other. Gods, I was acting like a girl without even thinking about it!

The Commander moved to stand behind me. His breath was hot on the back my neck, providing a strangely pleasant reprieve from the cold air upon my half-naked body. Suddenly, he began cutting loose the bindings on my hand with a dagger. Several voices from the crowd murmured in surprised curiosity.

"It will be your choice, child," the commander said into my ear. So close to me, his deep baritone sent tingles down my neck. "I am no rapist - of women or boys or . . . whatever it is that you are. But you must choose now. My cock, or forty lashes. Or I give you to the men."

I thought about the steel-tipped whip I had seen used as punishment in camp, and knew I could never handle that. I thought about the prospect of being given to the men, some of whom were renowned among the whores' tents for the depth of their perversions. My heart pounded in anticipation of what I was about to say.

"Your cock," I whispered to the commander.

The commander let out a breath and cut loose the last of the threads binding my wrists. He turned to the onlookers and shouted, "Let's see what the whores have taught our wayward squire!"

To my surprise, a cheer went up from the crowd. Viviella turned to her servant and gave an order I did not hear. The servant hurried off to fetch whatever the sorceress had requested.

The commander put his hands upon my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I was once again facing his massively powerful thighs, only much closer this time. I thought that he could crush my skull like an almond in the crook of his legs. Unlike most of the men, he smelled quite nice with only a slight suggestion of manly musk. His entire body was a sharp contrast to my own slender and girlish form.

And then he removed his loincloth. The cock that hung between the mountainous thighs was a mighty rod. It was long and shapely, yet still had a wide girth. Even limp, his manhood was a powerful sight to behold. I stared in fascination as I pictured what his member would feel like against my own delicate boy-stick.

"What's the little Sally waitin' for? Your commander's cock won't suck itself!" cried a voice from the crowd. I knew there was something I should do, but I was too transfixed on the commander's cock to think clearly.

Viviella approached a bit closer and bent down to talk to Melody, who was still kneeling on the grass where Garlon had left her. The sorceress's wine-red hair touched Melody's golden curls. "Dear girl," the sorceress said, "the poor child knows nothing of the way to please a man. Do be a good girl and instruct him."

Melody stared at Viviella open-mouthed for a moment, clearly shocked to be addressed personally by this feared sorceress and concubine to the commander. But she quickly closed her mouth and shook herself back to focus. She looked from me to the commander's cock, and seemed to relax. This was something familiar to her.

She crawled over to me, clearly unconcerned that the grass was staining her beautiful yellow dress. Somehow I knew that I would never be so careless with such a fine garment. But now she was next to me, one arm around my shoulders comfortingly, her curls tickling my face as she spoke into my ear.

"Don't be afraid," she said. "It's really quite easy. Open your mouth slightly. Yes, like that. Now stick your tongue out slightly, just a little bit. So that it covers your teeth and your lower lip. Good." She stroked my hair and looked up at Vivella, who nodded at her encouragingly.

Melody pointed at the commander's massive cock, stopping just short of touching it. "The cock's head is the most sensitive part of a man. Get your tongue as wet as you can, and start licking the head to wake it up."

I took a deep breath, as I prepared to do what I had never dreamed I would ever do - suck a man's cock. Even if it was a beautiful, perfect cock that hung from a powerful body . . .

As I leaned forward and prepared to lick, the commander put a large hand on the back of my head, mussing up the curls Melody had worked so hard to make. I braced myself by resting my hand against the teardrop-shaped muscle on the commander's thigh. And then I began to lick.

I started slowly, hesitantly at first. At Melody's urging I began to twirl my tongue in circles around the tip. I watched in fascination as his cock began to stir and rise, like a great beast awakening from its slumber. I reflexively tried to draw my head back from its approach, but the commander's hand kept my head firmly in its place as his manhood rose to meet my lips.

"Keep your tongue in place," Melody whispered. Her voice was breathy and excited, and it was as though she had forgotten all her fears. "You'll need to open your mouth a little wider - yes. Just wait for it to cross your lips."

The commander's still-stiffening cock was in my mouth now, resting upon the bed I made for it with my tongue. Before I could fully appreciate the fact that I was pleasuring a man with my mouth, I found it necessary to open my jaws even wider to accomodate this determined guest. The urge to swallow the saliva that was building up in my mouth became unbearable, so I reflexively closed my lips around the member and swallowed.

I heard the commander groan when I did that, and his fingers tightened around my head before he gave my hair a little appreciative stroke. It seemed that I was taking to my new role as cocksucker quite well. Though his cock was strange in my mouth, I was shocked at how good this iron-solid bar of flesh felt against my tongue. His cock tasted familiar, and I realized it was the same flavor I had experienced when Melody straddled my face.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Viviella's pale, shapely leg, and I remembered that the commander had been fucking her before coming to judge me. It was the sorceress's pussy that I was tasting upon the commander's cock! The closest I've ever been to magic, I thought wryly.

Commander Garlon was at full hardness now, and I felt the blood pulsing underneath his skin with my tongue. My own cock was now stiff as well, creating an obscene tent in the threadbare skirt as I knelt. I put one hand on my own own member and began to stroke.

The commander began to push my head farther down onto his cock. I had only half of his manhood in my mouth, but as far as I could tell there was no way to fit the rest of it. I moaned at the gagging sensation his cock triggered as it pounded on the gates of my throat. This only seemed to give him more pleasure, and he began to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock shoving closer to my throat with each thrust. My stomach began to heave.

"You must relax," Melody said urgently, and she put a soothing hand on my bare midriff. "Breathe through your nose and don't fight it. Relax your throat." I flicked my eyes at her and noticed that the straps holding up her dress had slipped from her shoulders, baring her perky breasts. She didn't seem to notice or care.

I took her advice - and the commander's cock - as best I could. It was a struggle to keep from choking, but the commander was oblivious to my discomfort. I now clutched both of the commander's legs with my hands to maintain my balance as his sack bounced against my chin. My throat was expanding to its capacity, and wondered if I would drown to death in cock.

A wonderful way to go, I thought in spite of myself. My right hand began travelling up his thigh to feel the muscular stomach above as he turned my throat into a sword-sheath.

After several minutes of fucking my throat, he suddenly drew his member out. It made a popping sound as it left the wet confines of my lips. I fell forward a bit, my jaw aching, and found myself resting my cheek against his leg, like a child clutching his mother's skirts.

Viviella was speaking to the commander, though I could not hear her through the hoots and hollers of the crowd. I looked to where she was gesturing, and saw that her servants had returned bearing the commander's plushly upholstered camp chair.

He took his hand off of my head, seized me under my arms, and hauled me to my feet. For a moment, I was on my tiptoes and staring into the eyes of the man I had just pleasured. His normally unreadable black eyes were now alight with wild lust. Before I knew it, he reached down and scooped me into his arms like a baby.

It is difficult to describe what I felt as I surrendered my entire body to the commander's monstrous arms. The boy in me cried out in humiliation at this treatment. The other part of me - the part I discovered in the tent with Melody - swooned with pleasure as I saw how his one rough hand closed around my girlish leg, and how the other hand held my side close against his naked chest. Feeling as light and fragile as a feather, I threw my arms around his powerful neck for safety and let my head loll back carelessly.

We stopped in front of the chair and he put me back on my feet and bent me over the back of the padded chair. The servants who had brought it scurried away, only to be replaced by Melody, ushered along by Viviella.

The commander placed his hands on my thighs and pushed the remnants of the see-through pink skirt into a bunch above my hips. I felt the commander's cock resting between my now-bare cheeks, his hands enveloping my hips. As though by instinct, I arched my back and pushed my ass against his crotch.

He lifted one meaty hand and, to the cheers of the crowd, landed it on my ass with an echoing slap. I yelped and went up onto my toes as a thousand stars of delicious pain exploded across my flesh. With every blow the commander delivered to my ass, I felt the flesh redden. Somehow, the thought of a red mark in the shape of the commander's hand on my flesh filled me with a fresh wave of lust. To wear a symbol of his ownership over my body seemed only proper in that moment.

He finally stopped the onslaught, and my bare bottom tingled like it was covered in fairy dust. The commander's hands returned to my hips and pulled my ass toward him. The tip of his still-hard cock poked at the hole between my cheeks.

No, part of me screamed. I mustn't allow this. I will be forever changed, forever an accursed catamite! The newly discovered part of me screamed back, This is our destiny. Put it in me and pound me like the whore that I am!

With a grunt the commander began to burrow his cock deeper past my cheeks. At first the poking sensation was pleasurable, and the new part of me took over, bending over a bit more to give the commander access. But the tip of his cock was too wide for my untouched hole. My flesh began to feel like it was burning, and the agony caused by the commander's member became unbearable.

"EEEEEEE," I heard myself wail in a high-pitched squeal. The men in the crowd seemed to love this, and continued to cheer. I thrust my hips forward, away from the pain.

The commander grabbed my hair and gave my ass a hard slap in punishment for my defiance. My body wanted his cock inside of me, but I simply couldn't take the pain of his entering me.

Suddenly Viviella was at the commander's side. "Mace, darling," she said in a soothing voice, "the poor thing has not yet been deflowered. It's painful enough for us women the first time, and this one has none of our natural lubrication. You simply cannot slam into him with the same force as you do with me."

He scowled at her, but let the sorceress keep speaking. From some hidden pouch, she produced a jar that contained a clear substance of some kind. "Luckily, I have a solution. Dear girl - Melody, isn't it? Won't you help your friend by ah, greasing the wheels for him?"

Melody took the jar with a knowing smile. I heard her open it up and kneel before the commander. I craned my head around to look, and saw that she was spreading the substance on the commander's cock, her wrist working a up and down the member with experienced skill. She looked up at his face lustfully as she did so, her dress falling farther down her torso.

I felt a pang of jealousy wash over me, but I realized I was not jealous of the commander for receiving pleasure from the girl who, only hours before, was the object of my desire. Rather, I was jealous for the commander, wishing that I was the one servicing that massive member. Wait your turn, Melody!




Femboy's Awakening



But before I could brood anymore, the commander was upon me again, grasping my hips even tighter. I again felt the poking at my hole, but this time his cock was slick. There was still pain as his member passed the threshold to enter my hole, but it was more bearable now. I cried out, but the pleasure coursing through my body overwhelmed all other senses as he filled me with his cock. With every inch that he slid into me, I felt my hole stretching out around the giant rod of his manhood, and I felt the interior of my body rearrange to welcome its new master.

"Mount up Commander, mount up!"

"Fuck him 'till he turns into a girl, then let us 'av a turn!"

Now the commander began to thrust, slowly at first. Everytime he withdrew his cock, I thought everything inside of me would spill out with it. But the commander maintained a steady rhythm and only gradually began to speed up. Despite the painful sensation of his cock's head poking some unseen wall inside me, I couldn't help but move my ass against him in time.

He went in deeper and deeper, until the sack of his manhood was slapping against me to the beat of some silent song. He put his hand on my head and pushed it down further. I dug my fingers into the cushioned back of the chair, losing all control.

I knew that I was screaming and squealing enough to put any of the whores to shame, but I did not care. My entire world was the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain produced by my commander's cock. He slapped my ass again as he pounded into me.

"Be grateful for this cock, little girl," he growled into my ear.

"Yes sir!" I cried. "Thank you sir. Yes sir, sir, sir, sirrrrrr!"

I felt a delicate hand grasp my own and I turned to see Melody smiling at me. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it?" she asked as the commander's hips bounced me back and forth.

I returned her smile, but could summon no words. And then I felt the commander's cock sliding a long retreat out of me. I gasped as he left me, feeling suddenly like an abandoned vessel. The disappointment was akin to having the food knocked from your mouth in the middle of eating.

But then the commander grabbed my arm above the elbow and pulled me around to the other side of the chair. He spun me around, and I found myself facing the entire crowd. My face went hot with an emotion, but I could no longer tell the difference between humiliation and excitement.

He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me slightly off the ground. It seemed little effort to him. He sat down hard upon the chair, and I heard the sound of skin against skin as I fell backwards into his lap. He placed a rough hand on the inside of each my thighs and pushed out, spreading my legs obscenely over his. With one hand that fit almost entirely over my ass, he lifted me slightly up and lowered me back down upon his cock. My eyes rolled up into my head as my hole was impaled upon his manhood. For a mad second I thought he would go all the way through me.

His hands tightened around my hips with a grasp that was firm and inescapable. He thrust his hips up and down, forcing me to bounce in rhythm, up and down his shaft. I felt my cock flop up and down as he fucked me. The commander was the master of my body. 

I opened up my eyes and looked down to see Melody kneeling in front me. Her eyes were glistening and her hand was moving furiously inside of her skirt. "Oh Evyn," she said, "you look so fucking gorgeous!"

I glanced over her head into the faces of the ribald crowd as the commander bounced me up and down like a ragdoll. There was no longer any capacity for humiliation left inside me. I stared shamelessly into the faces that watched me getting fucked, soldier and whore alike. Some were familiar, some were not. I gave them all the same look of wanton abandon, silently inviting each to try a taste of his own.

And then the commander stood, as though the weight of my body was no impediment to him at all. His cock was still inside me, and his hands held the back of my legs, bracing me against him. He walked a few steps and kneeled on the grass, placing me on my back as he again withdrew from deep inside me. The sky was dark and bleak, and the first raindrops hit my face.

He moved in front of me, grasped the back of my knees, and pushed them toward my head. This time, his cock re-entered me easily, and he began to slam into me again. The stretching of my legs was, like the brutal pounding of his cock into my ass, both pain and pleasure united. I looked into his dark eyes and stern face, drinking in the image of my master. He released my legs and placed them upon his massive shoulders.

Now my own member was painfully hard, forced to its full erection by the captain's cock in my ass. I watched in shock and elation as Melody crawled over to kneel beside me. She grabbed my boy-stick and began to rub the head. For a moment I seemed to black out in a maelstrom of gratification. The commander's thrusts grew faster and he began to shout. His cock throbbed inside of me as he exploded, a torrent of seed filling my insides.

He did not stop thrusting, determined to shoot every last bit of his seed into me. As he emptied his cock into my ass, I felt my own stick erupt under Melody's fingers. I shot my own load in time with the last of the commander's own, my cum forming a puddle on my belly.

When the commander pulled out of me, I lay there in a daze, spent and exhausted. My ass twitched, as if pleading for more, as the commander's ample load dribbled out of my hole and onto the grass. Melody was kneeling beside me now and wiping the sweat from my face with a damp cloth.

"I told you," she said breathlessly, "that I would make a proper whore of you."

I said nothing but smiled and brushed a lock of golden curls from her eyes. Melody's presence was a comfort, but I was beginning to feel cold and abandoned. It was my commander's muscular chest that I should have been laying against, not the grass. As the rain began to come down harder, I craved the shelter of his body.

"Commander, the Mitherians!" cried a voice. I sat up slowly and looked behind me, still dazed. In the distance, archers were lining up along the top of the outer wall of the city to which the Legion laid siege. They had done this before, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before they began raining arrows down upon the camp.

"Bring me my armor," yelled the commander. He began to bark out further orders, and I realized with a pang that he sounded as if nothing had just happened. I supposed I should have been grateful for his decisive actions in the face of danger, but a foolish part of the new me wondered if I had been nothing more than another fuck for him. After all, he already had Viviella as his companion.

Amidst the commotion the sorceress herself appeared, looming over us with her red-wine hair and form-fitting red dress.

"Come, my children," she said calmly, and I found myself being pulled to my feet by Melody. "While these men fight this battle, we must prepare for a different sort of battle."

As she spoke, her gaze was fixed upon the distant walls of the city of Mitheria, apparently unbothered by either the rain or the looming battle. I wondered what in the name of all the gods she was talking about. What was this "different sort of battle" of which she spoke? And what did it have to do with me?

I put a hand on my freshly deflowered hole, which throbbed from my initiation into a new life. I looked down at my smooth body, and thought with pride that I still looked enticing despite the torn skirt and faint bruises from the commander's hands. I looked at sweet, golden-haired Melody, who had unknowingly set me on this course, and somehow knew that we now shared a bond that nothing could break.

I didn't know what Viviella had planned for us. I didn't know what would be asked of me. But I knew that a new journey was beginning, and that to let my new self flourish, I would have to submit to it without question.

I took Melody's hand, and we followed the sorceress toward our future.