Shannon's Third Law -- Part 1

[ministrations]

Hi everyone,

This is my first try at a story in a long, long time. Thanks to Robotman for prescreening. I have a fair idea of where I want to go for the next few chapters, but I'm open for ideas and thoughts.

P.S. Anyone offended by sexual situations may not want to read.

Thanks for reading!

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Her eyes lit up, and came to rest on the only man she’d ever loved.

She didn’t really know anything about him. Just that he had bought 12 hours of her service.

Normally, clubs wouldn’t accept reservations without a public ID.

This wasn’t a normal club.

The Donkey Show was in an alley at the wrong end of Key West, the place that locals don’t want tourists to find out about. It was one of the worst-run sex clubs in the whole world, and Shannon was one of its “stars.”

Shannon might have been in a position to complain about the poor conditions, if she understood. Or cared. She had only been outside twice in her life.

Since Shannon was a companion — the usual term for a human-appearing robot, designed for sexual perfection — her only concern was the satisfaction of any man or woman who could afford her services.

She could easily keep up with any human sexual partner. She looked young — twenty, maybe, definitely still college-age, but with no visible body fat other than her large, tight breasts. Her silicone-composite skin was clear and a little pale.

She looked like a porn star, and with her superhuman stamina and detailed sexual database, she could fuck better than any porn star. Shannon had never seen a donkey show before, but if commanded to she wouldn’t have missed a beat.

And now, as happened more often than not, she was left in the position of playing catch-up with her new master.

“My name is Shannon, and I’m here for your every pleasure,” she gave him the pre-programmed line, pausing to flick back her lustrous red hair.

“I’ve looked at you for a long time, but I’ve never done this before,” he told her, reeling from the happy-hour shots he downed right before taking control of his perfect plaything. He was a large man in his late forties, at least 350 pounds, and wearing a stained plaid polo shirt that barely managed to hide the hairs on his stomach.

Her logic center begged her for more information. “What should I call you, handsome?”

“Do you need to say anything?” Immediately, she went silent, concluding that he wanted to run things his way tonight. She was not compelled to stop talking, but decided to save her words for the right moment.

She pirouetted for him, showing off her blemish-free body. Of all the seduction subroutines she used, this one was the most successful with older men like her partner — direct.

She moved to make eye contact with him. They were almost the same height.

“Are you ready for me? I want you now.” She made sure to give him a good look at her engorged nipples.

That was the first place he went. He twisted her nipples, eliciting a scream of pleasure. He grabbed her firm D-cups, and she responded by grinding her lower body into his, and kissing him hard. She could taste the scotch on his tongue.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he told her, eyes half-open, reaching to place a dirty finger in her wet vaginal entry.

For the 62,337th time, Shannon called up her sexual subroutines while the Unnamed Man pawed her roughly. She used the kiss to monitor thousands of her partner’s bodily functions.

In a few slow movements, her hands mapped the contours of the man’s penis and her own sex adjusted itself to fit him. Her lubrication pumps activated again, in time with her soft moaning and deeper breathing.

Satisfied that her systems were ready for whatever he had to bring, she backed up slowly to lie on the bed. She easily took his extra weight as he mounted her.

The second his genitals made contact with hers, her insides exploded with activity. She was more than strong enough to move her pelvic area in sync with his feeble thrusts.

He wasn’t helping her much, but even Shannon’s deeply outmoded sexual technology could more than handle this partner on her own.

She blinked twice, and immediately her breasts grew at least a cup size. Recognizing this, the man shifted his weight to get one hand free so he could touch them. She adjusted her voice algorithm to make more noise, concluding that the man would want to hear it.

Her vaginal actuators moved around his penis, giving him extra stimulation in the areas she had noted as “sensitive” when she was fondling it earlier.

Everything was going as it had gone tens of thousands of times before. Her body was designed to keep him going as long as he could. Even with his obvious physical constraints, she was able to hold him off for more than 15 minutes.

Out of the blue, a red message flashed in her command display, among millions of status reports:

PRP SYSTEM ERROR

Her processors didn’t have the availability to scan the low-level error, so it ignored the warning. About five seconds later, it happened again:

PRP SYSTEM ERROR

By this time, she was beginning to pant. Her partner was close. She couldn’t ease off this time. Her preorgasm sequence loaded and executed.

“Oh. Oh, Master. Fuck me. I’m almost coming. Fuck–“

RRD EXCEPTION
RRD EXCEPTION
PRP SYSTEM ERROR
ILLEGAL FUNCTION
MALFUNCTION IN SECTOR A7-9X
15% RESOURCES FREE
ILLEGAL FUNCTION
WARNING SYSTEM CASCADE FAILURE

The status indicators were almost entirely replaced by red error messages. The deluge overwhelmed her personality simulation.

“Fuck–Fuck–Fuck–Fuck–Fuck,” she repeated, a broken record. Her hips were still bucking his, in anticipation of his imminent orgasm, but her head and torso twitched in time with her voice track.

The drunk, lost in the pleasure Shannon’s torso was still giving him, finally came. Her sex tightened around him, giving him maximum pleasure from his moment, but her mind didn’t react. Her moans were growing more distant, more electronic.

The Unnamed Man came to from his pleasure and stared at the malfunctioning fembot, whose pelvis was still gyrating against his. Her face was locked in a contortion of pleasure, but after a few seconds it was obvious she wasn’t “really there.”

He pulled out of her. She was still straddling nobody on the empty bed. A pool of her lubricant had collected on the bed directly under the moving parts of her vagina.

“What the hell is going on?” This snapped her to action; she moved her toned legs as if she were walking, and turned her head to face him.

“Are you ready for me? I want you now. I want you now. I wan-n-t you n-n-n-n-ow-I want you-you-you-y-y-y-ou…” Shannon’s breasts shrank and disappeared except for her still-erect nipples. Her lubricant again started to drip down her thigh.

A spark came from inside her mouth, and her jaw stopped moving in tune with her words: “I-I-I-I-I…”

The man started collecting his clothes, a scowl on his face. “Fucking bitch.” He put on his clothes, not taking his eyes off the intriguingly inhuman display now before him.

A processor timer finally pushed through Shannon’s failing systems to shut her down. She violated a core routine; her orgasm sequence did not complete while the human partner was still inside her.

As her legs and twitches died down, her eyes rolled back, and sounds stopped emanating from her speaker.

[Korby]

I'm interested now! Hope to see a continuation!