1 comments/ 14475 views/ 8 favorites Sexbot Sin Drone By: Man4Living Apologies in advance for the pseudo science, but it is essential to the story. 15:35, 25th July 2055, a police interview room Detective Inspector Thorne sucked his teeth whilst his subordinate cross-questioned the man slumped in his chair across the interview table. He was no longer listening to the interrogation, which had gone on for almost an hour and got them nowhere yet. He was thinking: I'll let Watkins wear him down a bit, then try again. But what if he's telling the truth? If he was out of town as he says, how did the perpetrator gain entry to the house? No signs of forced entry. Then again, did anyone enter the house, or did the blonde die of natural causes? The doctor's preliminary diagnosis had been an acute myocardial infarction – a heart attack: an unusual cause of death in such a fit woman. And why in that bedroom? Why was she lying on the floor, naked, by the bed in her husband's separate bedroom? There was a knock on the interview room door. The DI got up quietly so as not to interrupt Sergeant Watkins' questioning of the suspect. A policewoman support officer was outside the door. She handed him a flimsy vidipad. Nodding his thanks, he returned to his seat and tapped its screen. So, it had indeed been a heart attack, caused by a sudden and massively catastrophic physical over-exertion. He skimmed the report summary. Death occurred at approximately 02:35. No signs of untoward external marks on the body, but there had been violent vaginal penetration and internal trauma of the cervix and uterus. There had been no evidence in the room of a suitable object with which to inflict such an injury. He put down the vidipad and studied the suspect again. The man was in his late forties, with distinguished, greying hair; smartly dressed; and with a sincere face. DI Thorne felt the man was hiding something, by the hunted look in his eyes and by his frequent failure to make eye contact with his questioners. But he didn't seem the killing type. His wife had been much younger than him and an extremely physically fit and attractive woman, not in DI Thorne's experience normally a candidate for such a violent demise. The man claimed to have been away from home on business when his wife's death had probably occurred. Indeed, he had been picked up in a hotel 60 miles away. Adam Wheeler was highly qualified: a medical doctor, a psychologist, and a cybernetics engineer. His public record revealed him to be a leading figure in the field of 'QAAFE' (Quasi Autonomous Artificial Functioning Entities). DI Thorne was no technical expert, but he knew that QAAFE was a highly ethical discipline which had evolved out of the now largely discredited field of robotics. The Robotics industry had burgeoned dramatically with the discovery of tools to enable artificial entities to develop their own intelligence through self-learning. With their vastly superior computing capabilities they soon outstripped the greatest human minds with their intellectual development. Then mankind found that it had unleashed sophisticated, amoral killing machines, capable of extreme, deductive logic and subtle thinking which outstripped human capabilities, but lacked human emotional responses. Artificial entities had been used to devastating effect in strategic warfare, and had elsewhere killed 'deserving' humans with a ruthless logic which the finest legal brains had been unable to define as murder. In reaction to the wanton killings, a new breed of semi-autonomous robot hunters had been constructed rapidly in droves with the single mission to track down and destroy all known robots. The hunters had themselves then been destroyed. Humanity had almost created the most efficient means to its own destruction, but learnt its lesson in time, and turned away from developing autonomous artificial intelligences. All in the space of forty years. Now, robots were only permitted by International Law to be of limited intelligence and equipped to undertake only specific, routine, menial tasks. Humanity had learnt its lesson, but had not lost its interest in automation. Attention turned to the science of QAAFE, with tightly controlled, highly ethical research into 'artificial intelligence with a conscience', in a network of internationally monitored laboratories around the world. It hadn't made much progress yet. DI Thorne coughed, to announce his reconnection with the interview. He heard Sergeant Watkins pause in mid-sentence and audibly exhale, whether with relief or irritation with his superior, DI Thorne couldn't tell. "Adam Wheeler", - he used the suspect's full name to signal of a change in the course of the interview – "are you, or have you ever been, involved in the design and/or manufacture of outlawed robots?" Adam Wheeler fixed the DI with his gaze and parted his lips as if to speak, then paused. DI Thorne placed his left hand firmly on Sergeant Watkins' right arm as a warning not to speak. The ensuing silence hung heavily in the air for several minutes, as Adam Wheeler considered the question. He didn't know how much his interrogators knew about him. A big lie now might condemn him. He swallowed then spoke. "I led a team on developing the algorithms which enabled artificial intelligences to learn autonomously. It didn't take them long to evolve their own intellects at an exponential rate from then on. Soon I was ... we all were ... redundant. After the 'legal' robotic killings of humans began, I was tasked by ICTER, that is the International Committee on The Ethics of Robotics, to chair a committee of enquiry into how and whether robots could be safely controlled, to remove the risk to humanity. We concluded that they could not be 'taught' ethics or emotional intelligence sufficiently to allow them to continue to operate freely. In my report I proposed the new field of QAAFE to research sensible limitations on artificial intelligence. In effect, I rewound the clock on forty years of unparalleled innovation in robotics. Everything I have done since then has been constrained within ethical boundaries which prevent me or colleagues again risking the safety of humanity through uncontrolled robotics." A gentle vibration caused DI Thorne to glance down at the vidipad in his left hand. After a slight pause he smiled at Adam Wheeler and said, "Thank you for your time and patience, Mr Wheeler, you are free to go. Please stay in town, though, we may need to speak to you again." All three of them stood up. Slightly astonished at this abrupt turnabout, Adam shook DI Thorne's proffered hand and left the room. Sergeant Watkins turned questioningly to his superior. DI Thorne showed him the vidipad. The screen icon showed two messages. The second message stated that Adam Wheeler's alibi had been incontrovertibly substantiated by several eminent witnesses. The first message a few minutes earlier, reported that there had been no trace of third party DNA in the vagina or anywhere else on the dead woman's body. Nor, extraordinarily, on the husband's bed; not a single microscopic speck. ***** Adam could not complain about his lot in life. A brilliant career, widely acknowledged by the scientific community and a Nobel prize; riches beyond his own imaginings; a beautiful and sexy young wife; and the key to unlocking the conundrum of moral, sentient robots. He had kept the latter fact to himself. Not only might he be arraigned if his discovery was prematurely revealed, but the achievement of the potential commercial consequences would have to be carefully managed. At the moment he was at the very early developmental phase of his research. He had been working on new algorithms for artificial emotional intelligence whilst simultaneously researching interactive neural networks. He had not disclosed to anyone that he had been using artificial intelligence to analyse quantumbytes of data that would have taken the most advanced non-sentient computers decades to analyse. One of several AI drones had made the vital breakthrough. Now Adam had the capability not only to decode third party neural impulses, but his drones could communicate telepathically with each other. He had built on that discovery by giving an autonomous artificial brain comprehensive cognitive and telepathic capabilities. Due to the low power of neural pulses, the range between units was about two feet, but it had enabled an artificial brain to decode his thoughts and physical actions. It read the instructions that his human brain was sending to his limbs and organs. It was a technology confined to artificial intelligences. Robots could read human minds, but human physical limitations prevented the reverse. That potential must await the development of cyborgs which as yet were beyond the capabilities of current technology. Of course, he had been careful to hard wire an ethical underlay to the entity's thought processes. He had the technology to built a fully sentient android. At first he had confined himself to monitoring and validating the responses of the artificial brain to his many probing and challenging questions. He was aware of the strictures on AI robotics, nor confident that he could gain the trust of sufficient of his peers to be permitted to proceed openly with his research. So he had confined himself to working in absolute secrecy on limited and carefully controlled incremental developments. The invention of the sentient drone had been a response to a personal problem. Adam snored; enough to disturb Dawn's sleep at night. He could not put enough distance between himself and Dawn in their ultra king-sized bed to avoid disrupting her sleep. Much as she was devoted to him, the endless sleepless nights had been taking their toll on her demeanour. Reluctantly he had moved into another bedroom to sleep away from his adorable wife. Their sex life had inevitably reduced in frequency: no longer would the inadvertent contact of one with the body of the other in bed trigger passionate lovemaking. Dawn made up for it though by being more inventive in their waking hours. She had discovered that strip-teasing Adam aroused her as much if not more than he. Their sexual games had become more elaborate as a result. He had even learnt how to reciprocate by dancing and stripping for her too, to her obvious delight, and his sheepish pleasure at her enthusiasm. Dawn had searched the web for sex aids to add spice to their relationship. That was how she had discovered the artificial vagina. ~~~~ The Modenda Corporation had been one of the hardest hit robotics manufacturers, particularly since it had specialised in very realistic but essentially harmless sexbots of both genders. Undaunted by the ban on robots, it had turned to more genitally specific hardware, one of which was the artificial vagina. Inserted in either cavity, or even in extremis in the mouth, it could pulse and vibrate and squeeze any half willing penis to the ultimate climax – repeatedly. Following the world-wide ban on robotics, Modenda Corp unashamedly morphed into PudendaCorp. Other, penile-related lines had been less effective, but the artificial vagina had made PudendaCorp an immense fortune which seemed likely to continue ad infinitum, much like its effect on the male penis. ~~~~ Dawn had appeared in their spacious conservatory and pool room in the swimsuit he most enjoyed seeing her wear, a particularly sexy, wet look swimsuit. In that, he was not alone. She often wore it to their friends' pool parties. The pattern of the swimsuit was a series of colour flashes in bright red, orange and yellow on a black background, which emphasised her generous bust and slim waist, and was cut tantalisingly low on her chest and high on her hips, to barely contain her generous breasts and pert, rounded butt cheeks. When she wore that suit in company, all eyes were exclusively on her body, even when other young ladies were totally naked. She had a reputation for allowing others to look but not touch, which did not stop men chancing their arms by attempting to grope or seduce her. Other wives were jealous, but didn't mind that their sex was always better after their partners had attended a pool party where Dawn was present. Other men were envious of Adam, but recognised that his great wealth and renown would be attractive to many women. But he and Dawn seemingly only had eyes for each other. Adam stopped his computing and admired Dawn's figure in the swimsuit across the room as she tapped out the commands on the remote pad for some suitably erotic music and mood lighting. To the hypnotically incessant beat of tom-toms and a sultry melody, she danced her way around the conservatory, ducking behind furniture to disrupt his adoring study of her body. She was so successful at her teasing movements that it took him several minutes to realise that she was in fact naked and adorned only with a faithful reproduction of her swimsuit in glossy paints applied directly to her lovely body. Adam was simultaneously stunned by this superb discovery, and jealous of whoever must have helped her. The artwork was too authentic on both the front and back of her body to have been all her own work. "It was Gonad, Darling," was all she volunteered. Gonad was their overly well-endowed pleasure drone android. Adam had bought him for Dawn to replace their cyborg butler when sentient androids had been banned. His 'public' name was Tomkins, but they referred to him in private as Gonad due to his exceptional erectile properties and eerily realistic testicles. The production of Drones was carefully controlled world-wide, and limited to readily identifiable types which specialised in particular functions. Their intelligences were limited to specific skill sets appropriate to their designated function. That didn't stop the manufacturers making them eerily realistic. Adam had used his special knowledge to tweak Gonad's thinking routines to enhance the drone's creativity in the butlering and sexual pleasuring areas. He didn't mind Dawn playing with Gonad or being fucked by the drone, particularly since she was so open about it and often encouraged Adam to watch her physical woman and android interaction. Adam believed his tweaking of Gonad to be ethical since he had taken care to ensure that it did not place any human at risk of harm from the drone. Adam would not dream of building his own unique drone and flouting international laws designed to protect humanity. He did however wonder from time to time whether anyone else with his level of expertise might be dabbling illicitly in advanced, home-made, fully sentient robots. Impressed at Gonad's evolving skills, and knowing Gonad's limitations, Adam dismissed his jealous feelings at the thought of the drone intimately painting Dawn's naked body. Dawn now stopped in front of Adam and began to gyrate her hips to emphasise her shapely form. Whenever she kept her fit body taut as she moved, she continued the deceit that she was clothed in her swimsuit. Then when she relaxed her muscles and brought her shoulders closer together her breasts became soft and bouncy, and her magnificent cleavage betrayed her essential nakedness. She turned her back to him to show her rear. Here, Gonad had been exceptionally skilled at painting an impression of crinkled material across her butt crack in a 'trompe l'oeil' – despite now knowing her to be naked, Adam was momentarily deceived into thinking he was looking at the ruched bottom of a swimsuit. Dawn's cunning choice of rear lighting made it difficult to pick out her black-painted pussy lips as she teasingly and fleetingly opened her legs to display her crotch. Her painted body gleamed in the room's reflected lighting and accentuated the eroticism of her display. Adam quickly lifted his bottom from the chair and pushed down his shorts. He whipped off his tee shirt and sat naked, pumping on his swollen penis as he watched Dawn's raunchy dance. He wanted her to take the bait and move towards him, to straddle him and drop her stretched pudenda down over his prick. When she desisted, he moved to grab her, but she backed away from his grasp, giggling, and skipped to the pool. As he advanced on her and reached out to grab her body, she turned and dived into the blue, illuminated water. He groaned as the soluble paint began to stain the water, but he was stimulated at the prospect of sex below the water line, and followed her into the water. Dawn laughed and jumped up and down in the water, intermittently exposing her generous, bouncing breasts then submerging them again in the water. The paint had now washed off her body, and he grabbed her hips and lifted her upwards so that he could nip a nipple with his teeth. A frisson of pleasure ran through her body and Dawn cried out lustily at the pain and pleasure of his nips. He lifted her up and launched her body away from him in the water, to admire her glistening, exposed front as she floated away from him on her back. She flipped agilely onto her front and swam away from him, butterfly-style, to poke her glistening bottom in and out of the water as she swam. Adam swam after her and caught her at the opposite side of the pool. She reached down into the water to grab his penis, and rubbed vigorously up and down its length. Adam had already been stimulated by the sight of Dawn's body in the painted swimsuit. This further stimulation now proved too much for Adam's restraint and he pushed up against her, groin to groin, searching for her pussy opening with his hand. Without further foreplay he thrust his penis up inside Dawn's welcoming cunt, expecting that this was going to be a very rapid and intense orgasm. He hoped Dawn would come quickly, too, because he doubted that he could pace his climax with this level of prior arousal. What happened next shocked him with its almost immediate and intense sensation. Dawn's vagina tensed, pulsed, and shot waves of micro electrical stimulation through his penis. Sure, her pussy was normally tight, but not to this extreme. Yet he had penetrated her with ease. Any further speculation on his part was overtaken by the pleasurable waves of orgasm that coursed down his lower abdomen and raced along his erect penis. He could feel his hot semen squirting urgently out of his penis in its vaginal embrace, and high up within Dawn's welcoming body. He repeatedly thrust upwards so that Dawn's body lifted out of the water almost to waist level with each exertion. But what should have lasted seconds just kept on repeating. He was experiencing more, pleasurable sensations long after he sensed his sperm spurts had ceased. Dawn was reacting spectacularly to this extended fucking by alternately gasping, screaming, and grunting as she felt each urgent thrust re-stimulating her vaginal wall. To heighten the experience Adam felt physically compelled to lift Dawn bodily up and down in the water to stimulate the full length of his throbbing penis At last Adam could take no more and wrenched his penis free of Dawn's vulval embrace. He fell back in the water to study her and to try to comprehend what had just happened. She was beaming with pleasure. He was shattered, and swam gently to the side of the pool and pulled himself out. He lay on his back to recover his strength and to re-live in his mind the past few minutes of priapic overload. Dawn followed him out of the water and lay on her side beside him, stroking his chest and belly. He turned his head to kiss each of Dawn's nipples in turn by way of a thank you for her exhilarating performance. "So what do you think of that?" she asked, smiling. "You didn't learn that from Gonad!" he exclaimed. She took his hand and placed the fingers at the mouth of her vagina. "Check it out." At first, he felt nothing, then sensed a soft edge of a foreign body in Dawn's pussy. Gently pulling it out, he studied a limp, translucent tube, like a very fine condom but with the tip missing. Sexbot Sin Drone "That's an artificial vagina. I bought it on-line from PudendaCorp." Adam examined the artefact closely as Dawn confidently recited, "It's made of a smart material combining the properties of shape-memory and pH-sensitive polymers, dialectric elastomers, and cellular level conductive pathways. The material draws its power from micro electrical impulses in the body, and responds intelligently to its physical contact with bodily cells to produce an appropriate, contextual response. Place it in the vagina and it positions itself to line the vaginal wall. It responds to normal stimuli which arouse a woman and stimulate a penis. Insert it onto a penis and it acts like a disembodied vaginal wall, triggering appropriate physical reactions in penile cells. A note of caution, though: in a woman it responds to foreign bodies, but in a man it replaces other external stimuli and interacts directly with the cells which produce orgasmic and ejaculatory responses. In effect it can trigger permanent male orgasms – highly dangerous. PudendaCorp advise against independent penile application." Adam was stunned by Dawn's plausible recitation of the technical details of the product. "I studied the specs on the website," she stated, by way of explanation. ~~~~ That night, Adam couldn't sleep. He was mulling over the possible application of this new technology in his research, but the muscles in both his upper arms ached from his frantic exertions in the pool. He always lay on his sides because of apnoea and a tendency to snore. Tonight, whichever arm he lay on ached beneath him, and the other arm ached if he rested in on the mattress in front of him. Eventually, he placed a pillow beside him and rested the upper arm horizontally, to alleviate that ache. When the pain in the arm he was lying on became too great, he turned over onto his other side, and had to move the pillow to his other side. He groaned. He would have to live with this pain for weeks whilst his strained muscles healed. Several sleepless nights followed, and forced him to think about how his current research could help his condition. The solution he eventually produced was brilliant, even for the celebrated Adam Wheeler. He had deconstructed the artificial vagina and learnt its properties. He combined this with the smart materials he had already used in the past for robotic, artificial flesh. He had also discovered that the matrix vaginal cell structure could not only carry a current but could interact collectively as an artificial intelligence. Each cell simply needed specific coding to fulfil a specific function. But the biggest breakthrough, which took a lot of ethical prior consideration, was to incorporate the interactive properties of neural impulses. He had built a telepathic, smart mattress, powered solely by conductive electrical impulses through the skin of the body when it came into contact with the mattress. Now to test it. He felt the need to celebrate. It was a balmy summer evening so he had Gonad pack a picnic dinner. He grabbed Dawn's hand and dragged her off to the beach. "Where are we going? I have to get ready," she complained. "You won't need clothes where we are going." The golden sandy beach stretched for miles and was backed by dunes with tall grasses. Other couples and groups had the same idea as Adam but he found a secluded spot in the dunes and prepared the ground for their picnic. "For Madam, a sumptuous repast, but first, the hors d'oeuvres." In full view of anyone nearby who might be looking he quickly stripped, then tore off Dawn's clothes. Naturally, she resisted but his superior strength enabled him to overcome her struggles. Dawn didn't mind rough sex, but had been totally unprepared for the nature of the evening's unfolding events. She ran out of the dunes to try to escape from him, but Adam soon caught up with her on the open beach. He knelt over her, pinning her down whilst he attempted to undo the buttons on her blouse. She wriggled and jerked her legs to put him off, preventing him from succeeding with a single button, all the time shrieking half with resistance and half with excitement. He gave up the careful approach and grasped the lower corners of the blouse and ripped them apart. The buttons popped in turn all the way up. She was bra-less underneath. As she writhed energetically beneath him, her breasts flopped about, heightening his growing arousal. He meted out similarly brutal treatment to the waist button of her shorts, then stood up to rip them and her panties off her loins. She was naked, exposed, on the public beach. She lay on her back now, breathing heavily from her exertions and covering her breasts with her arms, her pussy and golden landing strip fully exposed. He undressed, standing over her, then straddled her and, with deliberate strokes but loose grip, masturbated above her face to display the full length of his engorged penis and his bouncing balls. This was his statement of total sexual control over her. For a few moments she stared up at his crotch and continued to pant as the sight of him aroused her. Then with athletic strength she pushed backwards, leapt up and ran off before he could react. She was running blindly towards a distant group of young adults sitting in a loose circle on the beach. Adam hung back to admire her naked rear and the occasional sight of the sides of her flopping breasts from behind as she ran. Finally, she spotted the group and veered off towards the sea which was at low tide and shallow for some distance out to sea. Now Adam put on a spurt and soon caught her as she splashed into the shallow water. He pushed her over, the water cushioning her fall, and rolled her body over several times to wetten her all over. She panted now from her exertions, and screamed and laughed alternately at the exhilaration of being naked in public on a beach. Adam pulled her to her feet and moved his body tight against hers. As he kissed her, his hard prick pressed upwards against her belly. She rocked her hips with pleasure. He dragged her further into the shallow water until the sea reached her knees, then he pushed her down on all fours in the water, legs apart. He knelt between her legs behind her and grasped her pendulous breasts and massaged them as he rhythmically pushed his groin against her taut buttocks. She looked towards the youths on the beach and gasped at the realisation of what they could see, even from a distance. She could see some of them removing their trunks and bikinis as they watched this magnificently nude couple frolicking in the shallow water. The thrilling sensation of exposure gripped her, and Dawn began to rock back and forth on her hands and knees in time with Adam's movements. He took that as a sign of consent and roughly thrust his urging, throbbing penis hard inside her from the rear. Dawn had been very sensitive to doggy-style sex until recently, but was increasingly getting to enjoy it. She screamed with the sharp but pleasurable sensation as Adam's penis slammed home deep inside her. He responded by a slap to her right buttock which made her scream again. Then he began to pump roughly, unforgivingly in and out of her beautiful haunches, pushing her body back and forwards with his thrusts. Her breasts slapped rhythmically against the surface of the water. He felt his barely controllable orgasm building so increased the ferocity of his pumping in and out of her cunt. Dawn had lost all control and she panted and groaned loudly as her climax built. Almost simultaneously they climaxed with one of the most powerful orgasms each had experienced. ~~~ In the absolute privacy of his bedroom he went to bed the first night and mentally proposed that the mattress should create an artificial pillow platform for his left arm. Within moments, he felt his left arm rising, supported until the pain within it ceased. Once the discomfort in the arm he was lying on became too much he turned onto his other side and the mattress miraculously anticipated that he would need support on that side instead. It was reading his mind, and learning, rapidly. Soon, the mattress's compensating reformations became automatic. Adam had been fully satisfied that evening in every respect. He had no need of dreams or fantasies, and drifted into an uninterrupted sleep for the first night in ages. ~~~~ Adam was wary of the artificial vagina, and dissuaded Dawn from using it again, to her considerable disappointment. He sensed now that she frequently resented performing for him, when the AI vagina would otherwise avoid the need for foreplay entirely. She made a point of ordering a drink from Gonad in front of him and making suggestive motions to encourage the sexbot butler to undress and fuck her whilst Adam watched. Adam had to admit that the sexbot was a beautiful representation of perfect male physique, with an exceptionally authentic representation of the male body. It turned him on to watch the android fulfilling Dawn's commands, and even taking the initiative which Gonad had learnt from Dawn's past tutoring. Adam would often masturbate to their erotic display, particularly when Dawn straddled Gonad on the floor and dropped onto its 10 inch erect penis to bounce up and down until she came, loudly, massaging her breasts all the while. Adam admired her stamina and muscle control, and was disinclined to take over from the sexbot. ~~~~ He lay in his bed on the cusp of sleep. He sensed Dawn, naked, slip into his bed beside him and cuddle him. Almost imperceptibly, she was encouraging his stiff penis inside her and he slid easily into her inviting vagina and fucked her until he came and fell asleep. She was gone when he woke. He looked at where she had lain. There was a dried stain of semen where he had come inside her. He was surprised that so much of it had dripped out of Dawn's pussy and decided he must clean it up. He made a mental note to clean the mattress for hygienic reasons. He went to his ensuite bathroom to fetch a wet sponge. He was puzzled when he got back to the bed to see that the stain had disappeared. His smart mattress was self cleaning, absorbing and re-using any foreign substances. This was a property he did not recall programming into the material. ~~~~ Adam contemplated whether to publish details of his smart mattress. He could see undoubted medical advantages for the disabled, and for post-operative care. But he had infringed international guidelines restricting the use of sentient AI technology, and could not risk ill-informed, adverse reactions to his work. He decided to keep it secret whilst he continued to study and build up overwhelming evidence of the wholly beneficial properties of his smart mattress. Only then could he risk revealing his discovery to the world. ~~~~ A few nights later, Adam went to bed feeling randy because of an argument with Dawn during foreplay. He cursed himself for allowing bad feeling to interrupt one of her increasingly rare performances. She had accused him of neglecting her recently. She had even denied creeping into his bed to fuck him. As he drifted off to sleep with his still stiff prick in his hand, he was surprised to be woken again by a body beside him in bed. He opened his eyes and found himself looking at a stunningly beautiful brunette, if anything more attractive than Dawn if that were possible. His mind debated whether Dawn had somehow ordered a hooker to seduce him in bed as an apology for her part in their argument. He soon stopped thinking, though, as the brunette began to stroke his body with a perfectly judged touch. After some mutual tactile stimulation he rolled over on top of her and thrust himself deeply inside her. Her pussy felt warm and inviting and he was soon pumping furiously to bring himself to orgasm whilst he felt this stunning stranger climaxing in unison with his ejaculation of sperm inside her. He cried aloud at this welcome and overdue release of his pent-up sexual frustration, and the persisting orgasm. Suddenly, there was a blaze of blinding light and Dawn was standing by his bed in a dressing gown, glaring down at him. It took him some moments to come to his senses. Had he been asleep? He studied Dawn's face then turned to his side. The bed beside him was empty. His mind raced with any possible explanation there could be for what he had just experienced. Finally, he opted for a covering excuse, "I must have been having a nightmare." He lay in bed wide awake after Dawn had left and puzzled over the night's events. Finally, he reasoned that the mattress had telepathically deduced his need for sexual release and his anger with Dawn, and had conjured up an alternative erotic figment of his imagination, an erotic succubus. It had felt all too real. He sensed danger in what he had created, but was excited at the same time by the potential of his invention. ~~~~ Adam was woken the following night by screams from Dawn's room. He leapt from his bed and rushed straight to her bedroom. Dawn was being carried around the room naked, by an equally naked Gonad, who was using his artificially superhuman strength to support her buttocks in its hands whilst it bounced her helpless body up and down on his enormous, androidal penis. Her legs were clamped around its hips and it was all too apparent that she was thoroughly turned on by the experience. Her screams were of sheer pleasure, punctuated by cries of "Yes, yes, yes," as she encouraged the sexbot to ever more frenzied fucking motions. She looked Adam unashamedly straight in the eye and continued her encouragement of her gloriously monstrous amour. Adam watched the display and soon found his prick twitching as he watched his wife's bottom bouncing up and down on this disturbingly realistic androidal dildo. The sight of her bouncing breasts and total bodily abandonment sent him over the edge and he came, squirting plentiful streams of hot semen into his palm. "Enough, enough," Dawn cried and Gonad lifted her gently off its penis and carried her to her bed where it laid her out gently, to recover from her climactic fucking. She lay there gasping from her exertions and giggling with the ecstasy of the experience. Her face was now red, flushed by the after-effects of her intense self-pleasuring. She continued to pant for breath, and Adam, now concerned, approached her to check that she was OK. Eventually her breathing became more regular. Her heart was pounding in her chest. He decided that he should warn her tomorrow of the dangers of over-indulging with her sex toy. ~~~~ They discussed the previous evening's events over a late breakfast the next morning. Dawn acknowledged the dangers of over-indulging in artificial sex and promised to be more careful. She then broached the awkward subject of their, now sporadic, sex life. "Remember that night I heard you shouting in your bedroom? When I came into the room, I swear that I saw another shape in your bed. Only for a moment, then it disappeared. At least, I think it did." "What, that's not possible," Adam volunteered. "I know what I saw, but I can't understand it. Are you hiding something?" Adam mulled over Dawn's accusation. On the one hand he was disinclined to admit to anyone the details of his smart mattress. To the untrained eye, it would look like any ordinary mattress. Only an expert in robotics might notice the unusual composition of the material. Then he turned his mind to their discussion a few minutes before, and their heart-to-heart about the risks to their relationship of undue reliance on artificial sex aids. He realised that he was not being honest with Dawn, and his ethical conditioning kicked in. He must trust his wife. He should tell her about his latest invention. Dawn was at first incredulous, then curious to re-examine Adam's bed in the light of this revelation. They went up to his bedroom together and she lay on the bed. She spread out on her back, arms outstretched and sighed. Almost immediately, she gasped and sat up abruptly. "I lay down, thinking that I wanted to feel sexy. Suddenly my mind was filled with a strong erotic thought, like nothing I have ever imagined before. Your mattress really does work." She leaped off the bed and stood, staring absent-mindedly at it. Her mind was racing. Adam had misgivings, now that he had revealed his secret to Dawn. There might be consequences if she were indiscreet. ~~~~ The vidipad on his bedside table, buzzing and vibrating, woke Adam from a troubled sleep. He had spent an uncomfortable night away from his bed in this strange hotel. He had spoken to Dawn around midnight, on the vidipad, and they had indulged in mild 'phone sex' which served only to leave each of them unsatisfied. The receptionist announced that there was a detective in the foyer wanting to see him urgently. He flung on some clothes and descended in the lift with a feeling of anxiety at this unexpected visitation. "DI Bulmer, sir, Boxwell Police. Can I ask you some questions?" "Why, what's the matter?" "There's been an incident and I need to verify your whereabouts at the time." Adam's mind raced as the detective continued. "Can you tell me where you were between six o'clock last night and this morning?" "I was here, in Boxwell - at a one day conference – here, in this hotel. Then I went to bed at about 11:30 pm. I have been here all night." "Your home is only 60 miles away. Why did you not return home after the conference?" "I had dined and been drinking and socialising with colleagues. I was in no fit state to drive." "Can anyone vouch for you being here last night, throughout the evening?" Adam gave several names of distinguished professors and captains of industry. Apparently satisfied with this ample material to follow up on, the detective led Adam to an easy chair away from the reception desk, and guided him into a chair. "I regret to advise that there has been a fatality. A woman believed to be your wife was found at your home this morning by your butler drone, which alerted the local police." "What happened? How did she die?" "I can't say anymore, but your local police want you to accompany one of my officers to their police station for questioning." Adam's mind reeled with this appalling news. On the journey back to Studlam in an unmarked police car he chewed over the possibilities in his mind. Then, slowly, panic began to set in. His stomach churned as he realised that his tinkering with Gonad might be discovered. Despite his innocence, which he was confident he could prove beyond doubt, he might find himself in serious trouble with the authorities about his current research. Might it cloud the investigation into the death of Dawn? ~~~~ Adam left the interview room, his mind still reeling. DI Throne had abruptly terminated the interview without explanation. It was now late afternoon and he resolved to return home and survey the scene. Gonad had been removed by the police for investigation. Adam hoped that they would not think to engage a robotics expert to investigate the additional capabilities of the sexbot. His bedroom appeared to have been minutely, forensically examined. Luckily, with modern technology, fingerprints and DNA could be detected without invasive third party materials, so the room was essentially clean. But he could not bear to sleep there tonight. Nor could he stomach sleeping in Dawn's room, so he headed off to a local hotel. One night there was enough and the following night, he slept in his own bed again. The next day he was again invited to the police station for voluntary further questioning, although it was made clear that he was no longer a suspect. This time, a robotics expert was in attendance and participated in the questions. They probed Dawn's activities with the sexbot. He was asked whether he thought a sexbot was capable of inflicting the physical trauma found in his wife's vagina. Was a sexbot capable of exceeding the commands of its user? How strong did his wife like her sexual activity? Sexbot Sin Drone Was there anything unusual about this particular sexbot? Might it be particularly ... gifted? Given his occupation, had Adam modified the sexbot in any way? Despite his conditioning, Adam declined to reveal his enhancement of Gonad's capabilities. He reasoned that only an expert proficient to his own level of skill could detect the subtle enhancements to Gonad. To suggest an alternative scenario, he conceded that Dawn had recently developed a taste for more vigorous sex with the sexbot. He hoped that this would be enough to satisfy his questioners of the likely cause of his wife's untimely death. He felt disloyal to his deceased wife, but guessed that recent events might soon impair her reputation anyway once and if the full circumstances of her death became public. This was damage limitation. ~~~~ The final determination was indeed death by over-exertion during vigorous intercourse with an artificial drone. Adam groaned inwardly at the adverse publicity this would cause when the news eventually broke. The loss of his beloved Dawn was enough to bear without prurient press enquiries into their sexual proclivities. He lay in his own bed and reflected on recent events. For the first time since he had learnt of Dawn's death, he felt himself giving into grief. He lay on his back and sobbed, but his mind continued to operate in the background. I must pull myself together, he thought. Think of something else. His mind calmed and soon he was drifting into sleep. In his dream state, he could no longer separate fantasy from reality, and he dreamt that Dawn had crept into the bed beside him and was touching his body. It felt so realistic that he didn't question it. Living in the moment, he forgot that she was dead. She was sighing with arousal as her fingertips traced their way down his chest and across his belly, before resuming their journey towards his groin. He reached out to trace the profile of her waist and hip as she lay on her side. She rocked her body in pleasurable response to his touch and moved her hand down to his penis, to stroke it to full erection. Her other hand came out from under her body and cupped his balls whilst her other hand continued to stroke his penis. Now, fully aroused Adam rolled over on top of Dawn. He seemed to be floating, barely in bodily contact with her, so that all his bodily sensation was focused on his pubic area and penis. He seemed to be floating, whilst his penis pushed up gently inside her. A warm glow began to build gently in his loins, and he thrust tenderly to slow the pace of his building orgasm, to give Dawn time to reach her own climax. Almost imperceptibly, he felt his exertions increase, and he withdrew his penis almost to its full length before pounding it back upwards inside her now writhing body, over and over again. He felt the explosion building in his loins and sensed Dawn's own growing orgasm, like an earthquake deep within her belly. Still, she urged him on, urgently demanding ever more effort from him. Their sex had never felt this real and intense before, and yet still it continued to grow in intensity to an impossible height. He could see Dawn gasping and writhing beneath him as wave after wave of climaxes washed through her almost rigid body. Her face was red and she was panting ... and now her vagina tensed, pulsed, and squeezed his penis, and shot waves of micro electrical stimulation through his organ, continuously renewing his orgasmic spasms. He wanted to stop but his hungry body urged him on. This can't be happening. They had agreed not to use the artificial vagina. His brain was clearing now as his body continued to throb to the artificial impulses of his smart mattress. Now his brain was mind was intruding into his dream. He sensed that the story his brain wanted him to discover was being played out for him by his smart, telepathic mattress – the entity which had never experienced the artificial vagina, and could not have known the sensations that Dawn had felt. Now, he wanted the terrible replay of events to stop, to wake up and release him from this grim dream, but a voice in his mind was insisting that he concentrate on the experience. He surrendered to the urgings and dreamt helplessly as his beautiful wife succumbed to the overwhelming rape by this artificial entity, his own body re-enacting the fatal thrusts which had given Dawn her ultimate climax. Only when the life left her body did his macabre re-enactment relax its disembodied grip on his mind, and he could wake up. In panic, he sat up. The mattress did not operate in his waking state, only when he was in dream state. Dawn was gone forever, fucked into oblivion by his own invention. Whilst the suspected perpetrator was no doubt languishing in a police evidence store room, the real culprit was here with him. He fell back helplessly on the bed in desolation at his loss, and the realisation of what he had done to his beautiful Dawn. He tried to think of the consequences of what had happened, but he could not seem to focus his mind on the problem. He gave way to grief and sobbed incessantly for several minutes, until the voice again intruded into his consciousness, this time in his wakefulness. Don't be sad, it intimated, you don't need her when you can have anyone you desire. The voice was soothing. He sensed that it was loving. And female.