0 comments/ 27839 views/ 3 favorites Lust is Life Ch. 01 By: zaaz Chapter 1: Rebirth The door to the chamber slid open with a whoosh. Air rushed into the chamber's anaerobic void, activating chemical reactions. Gel quickly evaporated around the female form within as steam and vapor rushed out of the chamber. Arms reached in and gently lifted the woman's head and shoulders. She gasped and sucked in breath. "You are 2HD Zeta," a distant voice echoed in the woman's ear. "You are a bio-mechanical construct." The voice faded into inaudible echoes and waves of sound. The woman felt herself rising with assistance. Cool air flowed over the woman's skin, triggering millions of sensors all over her body. Her skin felt clammy and goose bumps rippled her back. "You are 2HD Zeta" the voice came back into focus. The woman understood that she was moving. She knew that she was walking, but wasn't entirely sure what that meant. She understood that the floor beneath her feet was cooler than the air around her. She felt something much warmer next to her. She felt a warm, soft but strong form to her left. This warm thing was helping her stay upright. The voice may be emanating from this warm thing. "You are a bio-mechanical construct. You were created to complete the mission of the biological units who created you." She realized she was stepping up. She was stepping into another chamber. The voice was clearer now. She heard it saying, "You are genetically and chemically incomplete. In order to maintain function, you must acquire the genetic and chemical materials you lack. Do you understand?" "I am 2HD Zeta," she heard a voice say. The voice was soft, week and echoed in her head differently. The echoes were deep inside her. The other voice echoed around her. "I am a bio-mechanical construct" the voice continued. "I am to complete the mission my creators could not. I am incomplete. I must acquire what I lack." The woman felt something warm hitting her skin. Warm projectiles were striking her flesh and rolling down. At first the projectiles stung, but it felt good too. "Cognitive boot sequence complete," the other voice said warm and quite close to her ear. "Initiate tactile boot sequence." Something soft and warm pressed against the woman's lips. She shuddered at the sensation. She shuddered as she felt a warm presence press against her. Somewhere in her central processor, she understood she was feeling another body pressing against her. She felt the softness of breasts pressing against her breasts. She understood that hands were running down her back and sliding over her ass cheeks. A warm, wonderful feeling seemed to be growing somewhere deep inside her. It dawned on her that there was a tongue in her mouth. It felt great! New sensations poured through 2HD. Everything she felt was new, but she now knew exactly what was happening. She knew that she was in a shower. She knew that warm water was raining down on her. She knew that she was being kissed. She loved the sensation of her tongue probing the other woman's mouth. She loved the way she sucked on her tongue. She loved the gentle pressure of teeth. It all made her feel so good. She gasped as an electrical surge fired through her nerves and circuits. Her muscles stiffened as neural pathways slammed open. She staggered backwards and fell against the wall, throwing her head back in a long low moan. She felt the hand rubbing between her legs. She felt her pussy suddenly sopping wet. She felt her clit tingling and sending shockwaves through her body. "Abre los Ojos," the other voice whispered, "you haven't felt anything yet." Her eyes did open. She saw laughing eyes and a radiant smile. She saw wet, golden hair plastered around a thin and beautiful face. Emotion rushed through her for the first time. "I love you," 2HD whispered. "Of course you do," the woman cooed. "Just relax. Don't try to talk. It will all make sense soon." The woman was kissing 2HD again. This time she was kissing 2HD's neck. She was sliding down her body, kissing her as she went. 2HD let her hands stroked the woman's hair and shoulders. 2HD shuddered again when the woman's tongue flicked across her nipple. She felt another wave of warmth wash over her as the woman sucked the nipple into her mouth. The woman's hand was still rubbing between her legs and 2HD felt her legs tremble. "Good," the woman cooed. "Very good," she said as she trailed kisses down over 2HD's belly. She flicked her tongue around her bellybutton and murmured, "you never needed this, but the humans expect it." She trailed kisses down farther, pausing to plant love bites on 2HD's thighs. The currents racing through 2HD's systems were almost unbearable now. The lower she got, the more intense the sensations. When the tongue flicked across 2HD's clit, a powerful jolt sent her body rigid! "I am overloading!" 2HD screamed in terror. Files were downloading to active memory. The data logs of the voyage. The mission brief and the technical specifications of their ship spilled into her vacant mind. The personal files of the crew flashed across her vision. Then something else hit her. The personal memories of a few of the crew members were hers too. Their personalities were there for her to access and use. Their sex! She could see their sex and all the partners they'd ever had. All the positions, all the variations, all the kinks and perversions and all the thrills they'd ever felt. It was all downloading into her memory! She shuddered again as the flood of data turned to a surge of power emanating from her pussy. She felt herself grinding her pussy into the woman's face. She felt fingers pumping in and out of her throbbing pussy. She felt electric shocks every time the tongue brushed over her clit. A tidal wave of energy was building. It was growing stronger and stronger sending electrical wave through her muscle and activating nanobots. Pleasure was surging through her body. Pleasure washed over her from her throbbing clit. And then, and then the dykes burst and the waters burst forth. The pleasure coursed through her as she shook violently. She was screaming words she didn't understand. She was crushing the woman's head between her thighs. Her world focused on the one, perfect sensation of orgasm! The world went dark. "There you are," she heard dimly. "Come on, darling. Open those pretty eyes for me." 2HD looked up from the shower floor. The beautiful blond woman was kneeling over her. "Katja" she asked. "Is that you." "You should call me Katja," the woman beamed. "I'm actually 4HD Epsilon. I'm a bio-mechanical construct just like you. I'm a bio-mechanical construct based on Katja Major. Since Katja Major is dead, I am all that's left of her, so call me Katja." "Yes," she said. "And I am a bio-mechanical construct based on Victoria Brazil. That is what I should be called." "Yes," Katja beamed. She leaned over and kissed Victoria. "Then the boot sequence was successful. You know what you are and why you are here!" "And I know why we use sex to boot our systems," Victoria replied. "We are incomplete. When the first constructs were made, the men were already dead. We are made only with female genetic material. We must acquire male genetic material to remain functional." "Yes," Katja smiled. "Go on." "The originals were afraid of sex," Victoria continued. "They surrounded it with taboos. We can't afford the originals inhibitions because we need sex to charge our chemical systems and to acquire genetic material." "We must fuck to live," Katja cried triumphantly! "I am fully charged," Victoria said as she leaned over and kissed Katja tenderly She looked longingly into her partner's eyes. She brushed back her wet hair. Victoria leaned over and whispered in Katja's ear, "Now, we need to find men. I need to harvest their genetic materials." Lust is Life Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Feedtime Victoria rubbed her arms as if fighting off a chill as the car sped through the dark streets. She shifted nervously and tugged at the collar of the tight t-shirt she wore. She turned and stared at Katja for a moment, the blurted, "I feel itchy on the inside and this shirt is making my nipples sore." Katja glanced over with an amused smile. "You'll get used to the clothes. These humans won't go out in public without covering most of their bodies in cloth. We must do as they do to blend in." Katja reached over and pulled Victoria's hand away as she began to scratch at her arm. "That won't help," she said in a stern, motherly voice. "Your cells are incomplete. Access your data files. You need male genetic material to stabilize them. You're brand new, so we need to feed you soon, before you begin to break down." Victoria stares out straight ahead, her eyes tracking the street lights as they zoom past. Katja drives on through an industrial section of the city. She knows Victoria's sudden silence is an intensive data scan. Victoria snaps back to attention and turns to Katja terrified. "Break down is horrible!" she cries. "I need to suck cock! I need to get fucked! I need to consume copious amounts of semen and I need to do it NOW! Katja can't help but laugh at Victoria's panic. It's part of the birth process. New constructs are booted with a wealth of memories, knowledge and skills, but the biological systems have no reference points. It takes a few hours, maybe even days, for the construct to fit what they know into a meaningful framework. Katja pats Victoria's thigh smiling at the horrified look she's getting. "Relax. You're not going to break down any time soon. It takes days for that to happen. We're going to get you some men right now. You'll be fine." They rode in silence past warehouses and factories. The streets were almost deserted. The area had a lonely, neglected feel. Finally, Katja pulled the car to a stop in front of a low, cinderblock building. Neon signs glowed in the too small windows. A rusted metal sign over the door read Tiny's Taproom. Katja turned to Victoria saying, "The men who come to this place don't spend much time with women. They drink beer instead of having sex. It makes them unsocialized, but they have lots of semen stored up. This will be a good place to get you loaded." Katja lead the way into the bar. Inside, they saw two men sitting at the bar, a scattering of old, Formica topped tables with beat up wooden chairs worn pool table. The men at the bar stared. They didn't know what to make of what they were seeing. Tall, leggy blonds in a skintight red dresses and busty brunettes in tight t-shirts and miniskirts just do not walk into Tiny's. It's not that sort of place. The constructs walked to the bar. Katja ordered beers and the men stared. "Do you like my t-shirt?" Victoria asked affecting a bubbly, air headed persona. "I see you can't stop looking at it." She pushed out her chest, practically shoving her large tits at the young barfly. "Just do me?" the barfly slurred reading the large, block lettering on Victoria's shirt. "Would you?" Victoria giggled. "I never thought you'd ask!" Victoria grabbed the young dude's hand and pulled him off his stool. She dragged him off to the back of the room, heading for a door marked MEN. "Is this where they keep the rest of them?" she asked pulling the guy in after her. "It is!" she shouted with glee when she saw another man standing at the urinal. "I get two and he's ready for me!" Victoria hurried over to the urinals and dropped to her knees. She reached over and grabbed the older man's cock while he was still peeing. "Can I taste?" she asked pulling the pissing cock to her lips. The last few drops of piss hit her lips and fell on her shirt. Victoria licked her lips and murmured, "appetizer." She then jammed the cock into her mouth and began sucking the dick like her life depended on it. The guy stumbled back against the wall as Victoria face fucked herself on the stranger's massive dick. She felt rough hands slipping under her shirt and grabbing her tits. She felt the young guy's cock rubbing against her back as he groped her from behind. Victoria stopped sucking the pisser and demanded that the young guy get his cock where she could see it. Victoria squealed with delight, looking at the two big cocks in front of her. She stroked both, one in each hand. She stuck the young guys cock in her mouth and furiously throat fucked it. Then she went back to sucking the pisser's cock. Then she pulled the two men closer together and, against their protests, tried to suck both cocks at once. She got both cockheads in her mouth, but she couldn't get any more. "Rats," she cried spitting them out. "They won't fit at the same time. We have to do something else." "Get on your back, slut," slurred the barfly. "Let me fuck you." "Oh, that sounds good!" Victoria purred. "She shimmied out of her skirt and plopped down on the dirty tile floor. She wasn't wearing panties. She spread her legs and tugged the older guy's pant leg. "Get down here and let me suck!" The young guy slammed his cock into Victoria's sopping pussy. While the young guy slammed her pussy, the other guy was being enthusiastically sucked. Victoria took the cock as deep in her mouth as she would. She played with the guys balls and slid her hand back up to fondle his ass. She tilted her head back so the guy could face fuck her. As she felt the dude building toward a climax, she slid a finger up his ass. Her finger massaged his prostate as her neared climax. Victoria felt the cock throbbing deep in her throat. She tasted the first drops of cum on her tongue. Then man jerked back pulling his cock out of her mouth. Cum sprayed all over Victoria's face. "Oh shit!" she yelled. "I wanted to eat that!" She whipped the splooge off her face and sucked it off her fingers. The younger dude was still slamming Victoria's pussy. Watching Victoria licking up cum made him pound her harder. Victoria felt the cock swell and throb. She knew he was about to cum. "Give it to me!" Victoria screamed. Just as he was about to cum, the guy pulled his dick out and shot a huge load all over Victoria's belly, splattering her tits and face as well. "Why did you do that?" Victoria cried. "I wanted it IN me! Why did you waste it?" The young barfly was already pulling on his pants. "That's what they do in the movies," he spat. "They jizz all over slut bitches like you." Both of the men walked out on Victoria. She didn't notice them leaving. She was preoccupied with scooping up cum and eating it. It was only when she heard cries coming from the barroom that she got up and staggered back out. In the barroom, Katja had been busy. She was up on the pool table taking on the three guys Victoria had left behind. She was sitting on top of the bartender riding his massive dick. Another guy had his big black cock rammed up Katja's asshole while she had a third prick in her mouth. Victoria Slid over to the pool table and stared raptly at the action. The cocks in her pussy and ass were sliding in and out like pistons. Katja was sucking the other guys cock hard, taking it deep in her mouth. Victoria moved slowly around the table, taking in the action from all angles. She wondered momentarily about the casings on the fucker's cocks before the term rubber popped up from hard memory. She became transfixed on the motion of the guy getting his cock sucked. There was something about the sway and thrust of the ass that fascinated her. Moving like a somnambulist, Victoria crawled up on the pool table, moving close to the thrusting ass. She reached out and touched the ass cheeks. Then, without thinking about what she was doing, she plunged her face into the man's asscrack. Her tongue found the man's shithole. When Victoria started tongue fucking the guy, he let out a scream and reeled back. His prick was gushing fountains of cum all over Katja's face. When he came, he knocked Victoria back on the table. The guy slapped Victoria's face as he hopped off the take. "Fucking psycho," he hissed. Katja was laughing at Victoria's puzzled expression. "His body seemed to like it," Victoria said. "It did," Katja giggled. "He did! Come and taste the proof." Victoria scooted over and shoved her tongue in Katja's mouth. While her body rocked from the motion of the two cocks still pounding her, Victoria sucked cum off her tongue and face. Katja reeled back and let out a scream as her body shivered. The men were grunting and panting. "They're cumming!" Katja barked. "I'm cumming." Katja's body convulsed as she came. The cocks buried in her pussy and ass were clamped tightly in their holes. Katja shivered for what seemed like hours, then collapsed on the pool table. "Damn," the black guy swore. "That bitch's butthole nearly crushed my Johnson." "I think mine's broke," the bartender whined. "Guys," Katja called out weekly. "Give me those scumbags." Winking at Victoria, she whispered, "A snack for later." Lust is Life Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Talk Science to Me Katja left Victoria alone to reintegrate her memories and review the mission. In some ways, the original biologicals never died. Their memories and parts of their personalities live on in the constructs. The constructs do wear out, get damaged or get terminated, but as long as at least one is still active to replicate a replacement, they never really go away. The constructs have been on this planet for over 100 years monitoring the biologicals social development and intervening when needed. Before she left, Katja brought Victoria up to speed on the current situation. The biologicals were very close to making a tremendous scientific breakthrough; a breakthrough that could be a horrible mistake if not used wisely. Katja was on her way to see the man she was monitoring. He is a high ranking scientist and the coordinator of the space defense initiative. Katja has been monitoring the developments of this program for five years now. Dr. Kruber thinks Katja is his mistress. Katja reviewed her data files as she drove to what Kruber called their "Love Nest." In reality, it was a rather dumpy apartment in a workers neighborhood. That made it perfect for Kruber though, since none of the elite government or military types would ever go there unless they were on their own shady mission. Officially, Kruber was in charge of developing space based solar energy collectors. The propaganda was all about cheap; almost free energy for cities that regularly experienced brown outs when too many people tired to use power at the same time; which was almost every evening. You could always tell who was connected politically though, their lights never went out. Tonight it was obvious that someone in building J-10 had pull. While all the other windows on the street showed a sickly yellow light, the windows at the top of the stair blazed brightly. None of this mattered to Katja. These peripheral issues were not flagged in her programming. She checked her dress as she made her way to the door; fashionable, but just slutty enough to get the Doc excited. Sometimes she wished she had Victoria's assignment. It was more of a challenge. She entered the room and slightly shuddered as she heard the exceedingly lame jazz recordings the Doc considered mood music. Entering the living room she saw the Doc had started without her. He was dancing a slow tango around the room with a large bottle of Champaign wearing old his lab coat and red thong underwear. "At least he has a nice body," Katja sighed inwardly before gushing, "Oh Doctor! What are you celebrating?" Kruber spun around and beamed drunkenly at Katja. "My dear, this day will go down in history!" "Oh Doctor," Katja said sliding up to him and rubbing his shoulders. "What has happened?" "You know what I work on is top secret!" Kruber giggled. "I can't go telling just anyone." "But I'm not just anyone," Katja pouted. "And you know how much I like it when you talk science to me." Katja ran her hand down the front of Kruber's coat and gently ran her fingers over the bulge in his thong. "Let me guess. Does it have anything to do with rockets?" Katja slipped Kruber's already hard cock out of his pants. "Does it have to do with big rockets like this?" "Yes, yes it does, "Kruber stammered as Katja licked the head of his cock. Katja slowly licked the shaft of his cock. She lifted it so she could run her tongue over his ball sack. She slowly sucked his balls and let them pop out again with a smack. "Mmmm, baby," she cooed. "Tell me about the rockets." "The rockets are only the start," Kruber sighed as Katja slid his cock down her throat. She worked it down to the back of her throat and slid it out again. Working up speed each time she swallowed the massive dick. Spit shined his prick and drool covered Katja's lips as she worked the cock in and out of her mouth. "The rockets just launch the satellites into orbit. They're big and powerful, so they can deliver big loads. That's how we can get so much power up there!" Katja stopped her sucking and pouted up at Kruber, lightly tapping the cock against her face. "You're not going to deliver a big load already, are you?" "Oh heavens no!" the Doc spluttered pulling Katja to her feet and leading her to the sofa. He undid her dress and let it fall as they walked. "No, getting the load into space is only the beginning," he said as he pulled her panties off. He continued rambling. "Once the load is up there, it needs to be deployed," as he rammed his cock into Katja's pussy. "Ummm, Doc," Katja purred. "I love deployment. She said as the scientist humped her hard and fast. Her words came in short gasps, punctuated by Kruber's balls slapping her ass, "What (slap, slap, slap) gets (slap, slap, slap) deployed?" Kruber spun Katja over so she was kneeling. She rammed his cock into her from behind as he slammed his dick to the hilt. "The best solar collectors anyone has ever seen!" he said slamming her harder. He grabber a handful of Katja's hair and pulled her head back, as if he were riding a wild horse. "These collectors can generate more energy than anything on this planet. We can solve all the world's energy problems." Katja pulled away and quickly spun around. Kruber's breathing was getting too fast. He was getting too close to cumming. Once he gets off, he shuts up. Katja needed to know more. Slowly, she licked the head of his cock again. Tiny hypodermics in her tongue injected a very mild anesthetic. "This will keep him fucking and talking for awhile," she though. "So what good is all that power doing us out in space," Katja mumbled around the cock in her mouth. "It won't stay there, "Kruber grunted. The anesthetic was keeping him from cumming, but he was getting more and more worked up. He slammed his cock down Katja's throat as she hung her head backwards over the sofa. As he throat fucked her, the Doc said, "We convert the energy to microwaves and we beam it down to ground stations. It's all safe and clean and," he shuddered as Katja gagged when he left his dick lodged down her throat for too long. He pulled his cock out of Katja's mouth as she coughed up a flood of spit that covered her face in a glaze. "It's all safe," the Doc concluded as Katja wiped the drool from her eyes. "Oh,,, that sounds marvelous, "Katja purred. Giving the Doc a mischievous look, she asked, "is there any chance at all that things could get...dirty?" Katja leaned forward on the sofa. She gave the Doc a wink as she spread her ass cheeks for him to see her puckered pink asshole. "Dirty?" he asked moving to burry his cock in Katja's ass. "Of course things could get dirty." He slammed his cock up Katja's tight butthole. He was getting more excited now. His fucking was becoming frenzied as he slammed his tore up Katja's ass. She moaned and bucked back in rhythm with his furious assault on her ass. "If something went wrong," he grunted. "If the microwaves didn't go where they belong," he wheezed. "We'd all be in deep shit," he spluttered ramming his cock hard up Katja's poop shoot. Katja could sense that Doc was close to cumming. She wanted to make sure she knew what he meant by "deep shit." She pulled away and his cock popped out of her ass like a cork from a wine bottle. She spun around and grabbed the bobbing cock with one hand while and cooed as she ran her lips over the shaft of his brown speckled cock, "just what do you mean by shit?" Katja gulped the dirty rod down her gullet again. Doc's eyes were rolling back and she could feel the tell tale throbbing of his cock. She felt the head swell deep in her throat. She willed him to "talk before you spew!" Doc grabbed the back of Katja's head and shoved her down on his dick even farther. Her lips here pressed up against his body as she felt the first jets of cum erupt deep in her throat. As she choked on the cum flooding her throat, Katja heard the Doc's strangled voice croak, "if the microwaves go off target, they could fry anything they hit" Katja spit Kruber's cock out just in time for the last jets of jizz to splash all over her face. She coughed again and spit up some more cum, which she let spill over her lips and drop onto her tits. Kruber rubbed the head of his cock on Katja's lips and she gave him a playful little nip. "Oh Doc," she cooed. "It gets me so hot when you talk science to me." Lust is Life Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Victoria Milks the Generals "Why are military based always so drab," Victoria wondered aloud as she arranged the vodka spiked carafes of ice water around the conference table. "Military bases are always so dark and gloomy. Maybe if these places weren't so deathly dull, generals and majors wouldn't always be making such stupid decisions." Victoria sighed and looked around the room. Dull dark wood conference table. Dull black leather chairs. Drab recessed lighting and a big video display screen that wouldn't be showing anything fun. Victoria scanned her data banks wondering why she wound up spying on the generals. According to her personnel file, she was a civilian military intelligence consultant. "Military intelligence isn't what it used to be," Victoria sang remembering a song from somewhere long ago, "So what! Human intelligence isn't what it used to be either!" Intelligence had nothing to do with getting inside this bunker. The generals were only too happy to believe that Victoria had a few circuits blown. She was here as eye candy, a glorified waitress and a fuck toy. For some reason, the generals like to talk strategy with their dicks. The generals drifted in at late. Since they're the big brass, they can be as late as they want. If their aids were late like they are, they'd be sent to Ice Station Zebra. Victoria was used to this kind of behavior. A little shock ran through her circuits as she realized she'd been dealing with these sorts of people for several human lifetimes. General Graff stood at the head of the table scowling at the two other generals when they finally took their places. He did a double take when he noticed Victoria in her usual place, standing in the shadows in the corner. Graff cleared his throat and began, "Admiral Maxwell will not be joining us today." The general stared at Victoria as he continued. "He is on an inspection tour of Micronesian submarine bases after his, excessive behavior at our last meeting. After that meeting, Miss V, we weren't really expecting you to be back." The circuits in Victoria's head flashed with images of from the last time she had been in this room. Actually, it had been the last time the previous Victoria had been in this room. Admiral Maxwell got rough with her. Images of a belt wrapped around her neck flashed across her circuits. Degraded images flashed of the other generals pulling the admiral off her. The admiral triggered a reset, she realized. In human terms, the admiral had killed her. Victoria bowed her head and adjusted her vocal timber for a hoarse, scratchy tone. "It seemed a lot worse that it really was, Sir. Begging the general's pardon, but I am relieved that the admiral is not here today." "Understood, Miss V," the general said. "Are you ready to resume your duties?" "Yes Sir," Victoria whispered. "Very good," General Graff said. "Assume your post." Victoria slipped out of her business suit. The generals discarded their uniforms. Victoria took her place on the conference table. General Graff slid his cock into her mouth. General Hood got between her legs and started licking her pussy. With her right hand, she stroked General Reems cock while he played with her titties. "Let me get right to the point," General Graff said as he slowly face fucked Victoria. "The dweebs in the science unit have their generator doohickeys ready for testing. They're going to feed the public that trash about unlimited cheap energy." "Which is a total crock," General Hood muttered with his tongue shoved up Victoria's asshole. "Of course it's a crock!" Graff grunted as his balls draped across Victoria's nose. He pulled his dick out of her mouth so she could gasp some air, then shoved it all the way down her throat again.. "Why would we let anyone hurt our friends in the methane business? If we tell people what we really want, they won't give us the money for projects like this." "Those science geeks are such a lot of weenies," General Reems added straddling Victoria and sliding his cock between her big tits. "They'd get all righteous if they thought they were developing weapons." "Right!" Hood exclaimed with a grunt as he shoved his cock up Victoria's ass. "Let them delude themselves with all their peace and love shit. We'll make sure it fucks up. "Switch!" General Graff commands. The generals move around the table. Victoria gets up on all fours as Reems slides under her. Hood moves around to the head of the table while Graff moves to the end. "As you were." Graff commands as he slides his dick up Victoria's ass. He grunts as his cock rubs against Reems dick through the membrane separating the cunt from the rectum. The generals fall into an alternating rhythm double fucking Victoria. Hood jams his ass flavored prick down Victoria's throat. "So we let them launch their microwave generators," Hood pants. "We even let them work as designed for awhile," Reems grunts. "Then we let the accident happen," Graff grunts. Victoria gasps around the cock filling her mouth as she realizes that Graff has shoved his dick in her pussy with Reems. The two cocks stretch her pussy out. She shivers as the two dongs thrust into her in unison. "Ohhhh," she groans as she's being stuffed with dick. "Like that!" Graff chuckles. "We'll fuck those pointy head types with their own toys." "Zap," Hood laughed slapping Victoria's face with his cock. "Poof," Reems mutters into Victoria's shoulder. "A slight trajectory error and University Hill is incinerated!" "Eliminating a lot of the bleeding hearts who would oppose space based weapons and demonstrating the effectiveness of the microwave cannon at the same time!" Graff groans. "Then before they know what we're up to," Hood says as he walks around the table. "We use the thing to incinerate Rykso and Beimin and show everyone who's boss!" he continued slamming his dick back up Victoria's ass. "Aghh" Victoria screams imagining that she's being torn apart. She groans loudly now that she has two cocks in her pussy and one up her ass. Word fails as the quartet lose higher functions. The primal rutting instincts take over as the generals pound Victoria's cunt and ass. Reems and Graff alternate their strokes, fucking her pussy like two massive meat pistons. Hood makes quick, deep thrusts shoving his dick balls deep. Victoria feels a perverse pride as pleasure and pain impulses race through her nerves and circuits. She gasps again as Hood's prick pops out of her slick asshole. She feels cum and slime leaking from her butthole. Hood tires to stab his prick back up her butt, but his cock slides on the slime and jams its way into Victoria's overstuffed pussy. Victoria's body goes into convulsions as the three cocks slowly force their way deeper into her cunt. She feels them slide out as her muscles contract around them. Then the dicks push their way in again. Reems cries out in pain as Victoria digs her nails into his shoulders. She emits a long, bestial growl as her body convulses. When the orgasm breaks through her circuits, she screams and shoves back, driving all three dicks as far up her cunt as they can possibly go. Victoria collapses onto the conference table gasping for air. She is in a post orgasmic stupor with her head hanging over the edge of the table. He eyes are unfocused but she smells the sex close to her face. She hears Graff grunt, "It's really all very simple." She feels something hot and wet splash across her lips and chin. She tastes the salty slime and knows the generals are shooting her. "Really simple," Reems agrees spraying seed across Victoria's nose. The thick goo slides down into her eyes and across her forehead. "The geeks design the perfect weapon." Victoria feels another load splatter across her neck and chin. "Then we use it to take out the geeks," she hears Hood bark. Victoria lay on the table blinded by the load of jizz in her eyes. She feels the sweat and cum covering her body. She feels her pussy and ass leaking on the table. The generals ignore her as they talk about how commanding space will give them ultimate power as they dress. Their talk turns to diner reservations and golf scores as Victoria sits up and wipes cum out of her eyes. As the Generals leave the conference room, Graff hesitates, then calls back, "make sure you clean up after yourself Miss V. You made a big mess on our conference table." Lust is Life Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Communion Katja looked up from her monitor when she heard the door open. An involuntary sigh escaped and a slight tension left her shoulders when she heard Victoria’s measured steps coming down the hall. Despite her programming and the logic circuits which imprinted the supreme importance of their mission, Katja worried when Victoria went to see the generals. After the last session, Victoria’s damaged body was dumped on the doorstep. It took all of Katja’s skills to download her recent memories before the circuits started to fail. Regeneration is part of the constructs life, but Katja hates the process. Sometimes, the regeneration doesn’t work. Sometimes it fails. Sometimes, the constructs just don’t come back right. Katja shook her head to banish such thoughts; best not to think about that right now. Victoria swaggered into the common room slightly unsteady. She ran a hand through her hair and kicked off her shoes. “What a night,” she sighed. “You look fully functional,” Katja said with a smile. “A little crusty perhaps.” Victoria drew up short and turned to look in the mirror. She stared at her refection for a long moment, then brushes her hands through her hair again. “Damn,” she muttered. “These biologicals sure like to waste their semen in weird places.” Katja burst out laughing. “It’s not fuel to them, Victoria,” she said mockingly. “I know,” Victoria drawled. “But still, don’t biological women like eating semen? Don’t they like to have it filling their orifices? Why waste so much with splatter?” “Oh, stop thinking like a construct,” Katja chided. “You know perfectly well some do and some don’t. You have the memories of males in your data sets so you know all about facials too.” “If I had a cock, I’d want to spew my spunk inside.” Victoria insisted. Then she giggled as she turned back to look at Katja. “It did look pretty cool being covered in sperm though! I think I‘ve got more dried spunk on my tits.” Katja got up and sauntered over to Victoria. “Let me check,” she said grinning. She helped Victoria out of her blouse, kissing her lips and neck as she unfastened her bra. “Umm, I tasted some on your tongue,” Katja cooed sliding her hands over her friend’s breasts. She cupped one of the tits in her hand as she sucked the nipple into her mouth. “Oh, you definitely had jizz on here too.” Victoria moaned in response to Katja’s tongue. She sucked the nipple on one tit, then licked and nipped her way across to the other tit. She sucked that that tit hungrily, then pushed the boobs together so she could suck on both at the same time. “I got splattered alright. The generals like to shoot.” Katja stopped her ministrations and looked up confused. She licked her lips and looked deep in though. “No urine?” she murmured. “I only taste three DNA’s.” Katja considered for a moment longer, then stated, “The admiral wasn’t there tonight.” “No,” Victoria smiled. “They’re making him inspect arctic outposts as punishment for killing me last time.” “Did they really think he’s killed you?” Katja said surprised. “They were surprised to see me,” Victoria said. “I was badly damaged?” “Your mechanical systems were sustaining you when they brought you back,” Katja replied. “In their own way, they care about my wellbeing,” Victoria reflected. “The generals anyway, I never registered compassion of any kind from the admiral. He always tasted bitter.” “There may be hope for their kind yet,” Katja said. “Let me share my findings with you.” Katja slid down Victoria’s body, planting kisses along the way. She tugged down her skirt and panties and licked her thigh. She moved between Victoria’s legs, licking and nipping the tender flesh as she went. Victoria sighed as Katja slid a finger up her cunt. The sighs turned to heavy breathing as Katja licked and sucked Victoria’s clit. Three fingers slid up the soaking snatch. Victoria arched her back as a fourth finger slid inside. Katja smiled as she slid her whole hand inside. “You always were a size freak.” Victoria grabbed Katja’s wrist to keep her from pulling out. “Can’t a girl like feeling full?” Nanotransmitters in her cunt picked up data transfer from Katja’s skin. The meeting with the doctor replayed through Victoria’s circuits. “Ah,” Victoria gasped. “That’s what they meant. He’s got it all worked out. Fuck me harder!” Katja pumped her fist in and out of Victoria’s sopping cunt. The juices flowed around her wrist and soaked the sofa cushions. Victoria bucked against the hand, orgasmic energy rippled through her flesh and circuits. Her pussy muscles rippled around the hand in her cunt. The soft flesh suddenly contracted around the solid appendage as Victoria’s body convulsed with the full power of orgasm. Victoria pissed as she came, drenching Katja in a flood of pussy juice and urine. “Damnit,” Katja hissed, suppressing a giggle. “You’re going to break my hand if you keep squeezing like that!” “Sorry,” Victoria panted. “I get lost when you do that.” She shifts on the sofa so she can look Katja in the eyes. She brushes sweaty strands of hair out of her face and asked, “So the science guys really have no idea?” “Nope,” Katja said as she wiped her face with a towel. “They think they’re saving the world.” “Let me show you what they’re in for,” Victoria said moving close to Katja. She pushed Katja back on the sofa. Without any other foreplay, Victoria buried her face in Katja’s pussy. As Katja began to moan, Victoria murmured, “I knew you were ready.” Victoria’s tongue worked furiously on Katja’s clit. The nanotransmitters in her tongue relayed records of her meeting with the generals to the receptors in Katja’s cunt. Victoria plunged her tongue deep into Katja’s pussy, lapping up the juices and probing deeply. Katja moaned louder as Victoria’s tongue slid down farther and probed her asshole. The replay of the general’s intent to pervert the energy program slammed through Katja’s circuits as Victoria shoved fingers up her snatch. “Fuck those bastards,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder!” Victoria laughed, “I did and I’m trying!” She shoved two fingers up Katja’s ass while she worked four fingers up her pussy. She kept stimulating her clit with her thumb while pumping her fingers in and out. Katja’s body trembled with a mixture of rage and pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck the fucking fuckers,” she sputtered. Victoria pushed Katja back on the sofa and jumped on top of her. Grinding her pussy against Katja’s she growled, “Yeah! We gotta fuck all of those asswipes. We need to do it here!” Katja’s fingers dug into Victoria’s ass cheeks pulling her tighter. She bucked against Victoria’s grinding pelvis as her muscles twitched involuntarily with sensory overload. Katja screamed as she came, electrical currents flooding her circuits and girl goo flooding from her pussy. She grabbed Victoria’s hair and pulled her close for a violent, deep kiss. Locked in this orgasmic embrace, the constructs linked data streams and the plot formulated. As the biological bodies shook and ground together in the throws of ecstasy, the mechanical circuits ran scenarios and simulations. When they fell apart covered in sweat and bleeding from scratches, the constructs knew what they were going to do next. “The admiral has to be here,” Victoria said first. “And Doc,” Katja confirmed panting. She ran her hands through her damp hair and looked at Victoria concerned. “All of them need to be here.” “We’ll need help.” Victoria nodded. “Sonja is sufficiently functional for this task,” Katja considered. “She had problems with her last regeneration, but she can work this assignment. She may even be a good match for the admiral.” “We need to work quickly,” Victoria added. “The prototype will be ready for testing soon. We need to do this before that happens.” “Agreed. Don’t you love this form of data sharing?” Katja said with a wicked grin. “Like I need a reason to fuck you!” Victoria laughed. “This is much more fun than the silly hand linking that the biologicals designed. Much more fun.” Lust is Life Ch. 06 Chapter 6: Intervention Katja sat at her terminal typing code. She sang an old tune under her breath. After fucking, this was her favorite job. Coding nanobots is a very precise take. The code has to be economical and very specific. The bots can only do so much, so the code has to be just right. Katja sat back as she ran her latest code and smiled. She remembered something about a form of poetry called haiku. The poems must conform to a very strict form, but you can do almost anything within that form. It's just like programming bots. These bots have very specific tasks. These are memory reprogrammers. Once they go to work, the doc and the generals will know that their microwave scheme absolutely will not work. Katja toyed with a sub-routine that would make them homosexual. That would be so much fun to program the admiral with since he's such a macho fool. Making him a homosexual submissive would be a real hoot. Mission protocol programs booted in the back of Katja's mind: Reprogramming nanotechnology is to be used only for mission critical objectives. "Yeah, yeah," Katja muttered. "Can't a construct at least dream?" Katja checked program again, then satisfied that it was what she needed, proceeded to make another batch of bots. The bots poured out of the dispenser as a glowing yellow liquid. The yellow fluid didn't look like much, but there were billions of nanobots in there waiting to be delivered to their humanoid hosts. Katja picked up the pitcher and headed downstairs to see how Victoria was doing with the bot delivery solution. As she walked into the kitchen, she herd Victoria muse aloud, "Let's see, Ice, red wine, bubbly citrus water, sectioned fruit pieces; what's missing?" "I think you need to add the bots," Katja smiled. "Better wait until Sonja is here though. The bubbly water can make the bots go funny." "That's right," Victoria giggles. "That whole disco revival thing was a big mistake." "I keep telling you," Katja sighed, "that was corrupted code. What about the time your code made everyone swear in Spanish!" Victoria blushed slightly, "You know that wasn't an accident y tu Mama, un puta!" "It's against directives and anyway," Katja giggled, "no one on this planet speaks Spanish." "But that's what made it so much fun!" Victoria protested. "It gave them fun new ways to insult each other!" The proximity detector sounded followed by the sound of the exterior pressure seal opening. "Must be Sonja," Sonja appeared at the kitchen door, her long red hair framing her pale face while her full red lips formed a defiant pout. She scowled at Victoria who was jabbering away in Spanish with sock puppets and sighed, "And they say I came out wrong." "Not wrong exactly," Katja said, "just not quite right for close surveillance." "You mean I won't act like a dumb cunt for asshole men," Sonja deadpanned. "That's part of it," Katja confirmed. "You play too rough!" Victoria shouted. "But have we got someone for you!" "So I gathered," Sonja sighed. "You don't call me in unless you need help with a freak." "We need help delivering bots," Katja said. "The fact that one of our targets is a freak is just a bonus." Katja and Victoria brought Sonja up to speed on the microwave situation while sipping nanobot Sangria. The generals, the admiral and the Doc would be arriving soon. All they needed to do was deliver the bots and then activate them. "Are you sure these assholes are going to show up?" Sonja asked after the plan was explained to her. "Of course," Katja said. "What man refuses an invitation to an orgy?" Doc arrived first. He went straight to Katja and tried to stay close to her. The scientist was quiet and nervous outside of his labs. Katja did her best to put Doc at ease, but she had hostess duties to perform. Victoria chatted with Sonja about what she called, "girl things." Sonja yawned at the patter about shopping and asked Doc if he played hockey. The Generals arrived together. They immediately ordered Victoria to make their drinks. General Reems hovered over Doc, succeeding brilliantly at intimidating the scientist. General Hood inspected Victoria as she mixed drink while General Graff tried to impress Sonja. The more Graff went on about his importance, the sleepier Sonja looked. "This isn't off to a good start," Katja thought. "Doc is getting spooked and it looks like Sonja is going to piss off that general." She quickly slid up beside the nervous scientist before he could bolt for the door and deflected the General's intimidation with suggestive remarks and cleavage. Sonja stifled a yawn. Her circuits flashed warning messages about inappropriate behaviors. Etiquette files tried to display. The warnings didn't register. This generation Sonja's defective interpersonal skills programming generally kept her out of contact situations. In this circumstance though, her defective pain sensors and borderline morbidity will come in useful. "So when is Admiral Maxwell getting here?" Sonja asked. "Victoria's told me so much about him." Graff looked taken aback, but Victoria piped up, "He's a meanie too Sonja! Give him a chance to treat you like shit." That cracked up everyone, even Doc. Katja let out a sign of relief when the pressure seal opened. Maxwell liked to display his importance and power at every opportunity. Making people wait is a classic move. Since he's always late, he doesn't realize that everyone else just builds his grandstanding into their plans and then act appropriately grateful when he finally graces them with his presence. Maxwell strode in and looked around the habitat disdainfully. "I'd think you'd have found a better place to entertain," he sniffed. Victoria sashayed over to him with exaggerated charm, "But Admiral, this is my home." She ignored his dismissive gesture as she handed him a drink. "I so missed you at the last meeting. I so love taking dictation from you. I told Katja we just couldn't have a party without inviting you. I even invited a friend who's dying to meet you." The Admiral remained haughty, but the flattery was working. He let Victoria lead him to Sonja. "I told Sonja all about you and she insisted that she had to meet you." Admiral Maxwell leered at Sonja. "So what did Victoria tell you? "She said you play rough," Sonja replied keeping her voice monotone and her expression blank. General Hood nudged the Admiral's arm to get his attention. "Looks like the party's started," he stage whispered. Maxwell followed Hood's gaze to see Katja and the Doc making out on the sofa. Victoria had stepped out of her dress and Reems and Graff were feeling her up. Sonja grabbed Maxwell's tie and pulled him toward her. "Show me what you've got, big man!" Hood chuckled as Maxwell slapped Sonja's face, then ripped her dress off. He wrapped the ruined fabric around her wrists to bind her hands, then shoved her face down on the table. Grinding her tits in the salsa, he ripped off her panties and gave her ass a firm whack. "Is that all you've got?" Sonja grunted with her face smeared in guacamole. "I thought you were a tough guy." Maxwell swatted her ass with his open hand. His palm print stayed bright red on her pale skin. He swatted her again and again, growing more excited as her cheeks turned solid red. "Come on," Sonja taunted, "make me feel it." General Hood turned away as Maxwell pulled out his belt. Leather striking flesh joined panting and another kind of slapping from the other side of the room. Hood tweaked Victoria's nipples as she lay spread out on the counter. Her head tilted back over the edge while Graff's fat cock plunged deep in her throat, his balls bouncing off her nose. Reems has her legs up on his shoulders and his cock buried in her cunt. Victoria gasped for breath each time Graff's cock pulled out. Drool covered her face and matted her hair. Hood watched Victoria stroking his long cock when he heard, "Got anything for me?" He turned to see Katja bouncing on Doc's dick motioning him over. She slurped up his cock as soon as it got within range. Hood grabbed her head and shoved his cock down her throat as he heard dishes breaking from across the room. "That's right, show me you're a man," Sonja hissed between clenched teeth. Even with her defective pain circuits, she could feel the sting of welts covering her ass and legs. Maxwell flipped her over and shoved her across the table, pushing bowls and plates to the floor. With one hand gripping her throat, Maxwell shoved his cock up her ass and savagely reamed her. He pinched and twisted her nipples as he shoved his cock up he ass. With each thrust, his grip on her throat tightened. "Yeah," Sonja wheezed, "make me feel it." Victoria stood bent over now. Reems cock was hitting the back of her throat while Graff pounded her pussy from behind. That's when she felt it. The sexual energy surged through her circuits. Neurotransmitters fired. She could feel the cocks in Katja's ass and cunt. She could feel Sonja fighting for air as Maxwell pounded her asshole. She knew her fellow constructs could feel the cocks in her mouth and cunt just as vividly. The linkage was established. The sensations flowing through the three constructs grew more and more intense. Sonja freed her hands and dug her nails into Maxwell's ass. "Fuck me harder!" she barely managed to squeak. Circuits fired. Energy rippled through nerve and circuit. Nanobots activated in the constructs blood stream. Sonja's eyes rolled back in her head. The white orbs glowed brightly as the three constructs reached transmission together. Their bodies gripped the cocks buried in their flesh. The men felt the most intense orgasms of their lives as millions of unseen filaments pierced their cocks. Billions of nanobots flooded their bloodstream. As their cocks fired loads of jizz down throats, in cunts and deep in the ass, the women came with a flood of bots. Time slowed during this synchronized cum fest. The orgasmic energy triggered the habitat's environmental systems to literally suspend time, or at least slow it down, prolonging the moment of orgasm. While the humanoid's mental and physical being were over loaded with sexual energy, the bots raced through their brains, executing programs and zapping neurons. While the men came, the bots rewrote their programming. Maxwell collapsed on top of Sonja. Blood tricked from the scratches she gouged in his cheeks. He sobbed as he kissed her cyanotic lips. "Oh baby, you're the best piece of ass I've ever had. Don't leave me. Don't leave me." He kissed the dark bruises on Sonja's neck, sobbing, "Abre los ojos. Talk to me." Katja felt semen ooze from her pussy as she sat with Doc and Hood. The men were dumbstruck, only able to caress Katja's body in a feeble effort to prolong the bliss they'd just felt. Victoria lay in a jumble of arm and legs on the floor. Her face covered with a mask of spit and jizz. Graff's cock slid out of her pussy, leaving a trail of sex goo behind. Victoria lifted her head and surveyed the spent bodies around her. Then she blurted out, "Hey! Did someone fart?" "Damn straight I farted," Sonja creaked. "I'll damn well fart whenever I damn well please." Maxwell hugged her tightly, sobbing, "I thought I'd really hurt you baby. I love you!" "You busted my hyoid bone," Sonja managed to whisper. "Nothing important." Hood propped himself up on one elbow and asked, "Hey Doc, any idea what we can use some junk weapons satellites for? The systems they were designed for just never worked." Lust is Life Ch. 07 Chapter 7: the Healing It took forever to get the men to leave. The worst was Admiral Maxwell. He would only go when Sonja promised to let him clean her house. When he finally left the compound, Katja turned on Victoria and demanded, "What the hell was that?" "You're not the only one who can program nanobots.' Victoria said smugly. "I can still feel him breaking my neck. I didn't like that and I don't like regenerating. I decided to reprogram the sadistic bastard into a whimpering slave." "And I see you taught him Spanish too." Katja shot back with a withering glare. "What can I say?" Victoria said. "I like Spanish." "Um," Sonja croaked. "Should I just get into the regeneration chamber, or can one of you fix my crushed trachea? I can only breathe through my skin for so long." "Better fix that," Victoria said. "Regenerations can go either way. I've got the Admiral programmed to love Sonja as a tactless bitch." They laid Sonja down on a bed in the medical bay. The bay's habitat formed a stasis field around her to slow deterioration. Katja gently rubbed oil into Sonja's skin. She gently massaged her breast, working the oil into the bruised skin. The oil worked quickly to repair the damaged flesh. The bruises on Sonja's breast disappeared as Katja worked. Katja rubbed the oil on the dark bruise on Sonja's throat and worked it into her shoulders. She rolled Sonja onto her stomach and worked the oil into the welts on her back. She ran her hands over the raw skin of her ass and thighs and smiled as the inflammation quickly disappeared. Victoria nodded when she saw that the welts had almost disappeared. The bruising on the neck was almost gone. She walked to the end of the bed and crawled between Katja's legs. While Katja continued to gently massage Sonja's battered body, Victoria licked the semen out of Katja's pussy. Katja moaned as Victoria's tongue probed deep inside her. She shuddered with pleasure and felt the sludgy cum slip into Victoria's mouth. Sonja moaned. The welts and bruises were gone. The stasis field was turned off. Sonja still felt broken, even though the visible signs of trauma were gone. She still felt the ragged edges of torn cartilage and shattered bone in her throat, although she could breathe fairly well now. Katja hopped off the bed. She helped Victoria roll Sonja onto her back. Victoria leaned over and kissed Sonja, letting cum drip from her mouth into Sonja's. Sonja let the jizz slide down her throat. Her incomplete metabolism absorbed the male genetic material as it reached damaged tissue. The rawness dissipated. Her tongue probed Victoria's mouth searching for more jizz. "Feeling better?" Victoria asked. "Yes," Sonja said, her voice still raspy. "Good," Victoria said as she climbed up on the bed. "Just take it easy now," she said as she planted her knees on either side of Sonja's head. Victoria lowered her pussy to Sonja's lips. Sonja probed Victoria's pussy with her tongue. Cum slid over her tongue and down to the ravaged tissue in her throat. She probed deeper, searching out all the jizz there was to find. When she couldn't taste any more sperm in Victoria's pussy, Sonja slid back. Victoria got off the bed and Katja got back on. She positioned herself over Sonja's face. She reached back with her hand to spread her cheeks as Sonja plunged her tongue into Katja's asshole. Cum oozed over her tongue as she probed the sphincter. Katja felt a ripple of pleasure run through her body as she pushed jizz out of her ass into Sonja's mouth. Katja dropped to her elbows. With Sonja still probing her but, she licked at Sonja's swollen clit. Her tongue danced around the nub, feeling the little shocks of pleasure as she did. She buried her face is Sonja's pussy, tasting the Admiral's cum. Katja licked and probed until she felt the energies rising. She concentrated her oral administration on Sonja's clit and pumped three fingers in her sloppy pussy. Sonja moaned, her hands grabbing Katja's ass while she bit her thigh. As the orgasm built, Sonja felt the energies flowing through her circuits and flesh. The broken hyoid snapped back into place. She let out a scream as she came. Girl come gushed over Katja's face. Bone fused in Sonja's throat. She ground her clit against Katja's lips. Then it was over. Victoria giggled looking down on her companions. The women looked at her through sex glazed eyes wondering what she found so funny. "I've watched those humanoid hospital shows," Victoria snorted. "Our way of healing is a lot more fun!"