Part 1
"Ready?" Anya said.
"Yep." he said.
"Ready?" she said, turned now to look at Tammy.
"AFFIRMATIVE." Tammy said, switched to a sexy monotone version of her voice. She punctuated her statement with a short burst of computerised tones and beeping noises, then giggled and smiled as Anya led the way.
Mike was smiling too. The girls were about to show him another good time.
He followed Anya as she walked out of his room. Today she was wearing a translucent black silk blouse over a very tiny black satin bra and panty set. Her heels were also black, and as tall as her electronic balance systems would allow. This wondrously beautiful android had once again been modified so that now she was able to get wet just like any other series 558.
Her lover - and Mike's - was dressed up in a cute little outfit consisting of a tiny, tight pink T-shirt and black low-rise stretch pants with the word "FEMBOT" lettered in light blue across her sexy plastic butt. Black leather ankle boots and pink frilly socks completed the look, along with a pink terry hair elastic holding her black hair in a pretty ponytail.
Mike held hands with this other 558 as they led him down the hall to a destination only they knew. The three of them did this once a day. Tammy and Anya would connect chest panel to chest panel and exercise their creativity subroutines in conjuring up an erotic excursion for them and their master to enjoy.
They were always intensely pleasurable for all. With 36 beautiful female robots and one horny man between them, the possibilities were practically endless. Tammy and Anya had spent enough time with him to know exactly what he liked. There hadn't been a single one of these surprises that hadn't both delighted and thrilled him.
"What's been bubbling in your circuitry today?" he said jokingly as they led him down the staircase to the main level of the large secluded cabin.
"Something a little different from yesterday." Anya said.
Pleasant memories of that episode flashed back to him. Tammy on the left, Anya on the right - facemasks off and pumping "The Robots" by Kraftwerk out of their beautiful speakers. Between them was one of the two identical maidbots. She had been programmed to 'dance' in her extremely stiff and mechanical way as the music played. The dance had been choreographed by his black-haired girlfriends to show off some of what those maids could do to turn him on.
He listened and watched as the maidbot jerked around in time to the music; seductively opening and closing panels, turning and whirring her servos, removing and reconnecting limbs and her head. Added to the music were the always welcome purely digital sounds that emanated from her curvy, glossy body.
Mike breathed in deep and let out a very contented sigh. "What would I do without you girls?" he asked.
They laughed, sounding real and sounding happy too. They walked with the human to 'the office'. It was a room at the end of another hallway that had been decorated like a functionally professional business setting. Mike had been there many times.
Inside was a cute secretary, a 510 named Diana. She was an auburn haired, pale skinned android with a petite and slim frame - except for her hips, thighs and buns. Those curves were big and sexy, with lots of tight silicone padding around her metal skeletal structure.
Diana was one of the 30 spare fembots stored at Robot Control Station 64. An exact duplicate of her functioned as an agent on a mission somewhere. The main computer wouldn't divulge details, but Mike didn't mind. He quite enjoyed having the spare to play with.
He had first seen this robot standing upright and naked in a glass booth in the basement lab. Her exceptional curves had immediately caught his attention. They were unbelievable. Nothing was flabby or sagging. Gorgeously thick plastic thighs, wide womanly hips, and surely the biggest and roundest fembot booty ever manufactured by Robot Control.
Mike had thought this uniquely sexy electronic woman would look good as a secretary, so here she was. All day, she worked alone in this office. She looked quite busy - answering phone calls, working at the desktop computer and filing lots of paperwork. But none of it was real. There was never anyone on the phone. The things she entered into the spreadsheet and the word processor were nothing but randomly generated gibberish. All the paper was blank.
But the adorable little fembot with the sexy round ass was constantly at it. When Mike and his girls arrived, the phone rang. They waited and watched her react.
She turned her attention to the ringing phone, stared vacantly at it for a brief second, then picked up the receiver and put it up to her ear. "Good morning, Robot Control Station 64, Diana robot number 7839061B speaking. How may I assist you?"
Mike grinned at the scene and waited for the fake call to be done.
"Please hold, while I transfer your call to the appropriate department." the secretary said. She reached out and pressed a few buttons on the phone, then hung up the receiver and turned to look at her three visitors.
"Hello Mike. Hello Anya. Hello Tammy." she said, turning her head with a hint of mechanicalness to look at each one in turn. "How may I assist you?"
Mike liked the way these comparatively basic series 510 ladies operated. At a glance, they looked human. But after a moment of observation, their true identity as machines became more than apparent. It made him wonder just what kind of mission her duplicate would be on. She would no doubt be found out right away.
Tammy reached out to the desk and pushed back the nameplate which read "DIANA 7839061B". Tammy swung her full hips on to the desk to sit down, smiled and leaned across to talk to the secretary. "Are you busy right now Diana?"
The robot looked at Tammy as she ran her sentence through her language recognition systems. "I am always very busy." she said with a cheerful, air-headed smile. "There is always a lot of work for me to do."
"We need you to find something for us." Anya said with a nice looking smirk.
Diana turned her head to look at the other droid. "I would be happy to assist you."
"We're looking for paper document number 2621." Tammy said after giving the human a wink. "It's filed under 'Q', can you get that for us?"
Diana smiled and computed. "Yes." she said. She pushed her rolling chair back and stood up. "I should be able to find it soon."
She walked across the speckled brown-beige carpet in her flared black leather heels until she stood before one of the grey metal filing cabinets. Anya walked over and leaned against another, watching the synthetic woman as she worked.
Mike looked with lust at the big hips, thighs and buns on this unit. The whole package looked even nicer dressed in the crisply clean black polyester pants and dark green satin button-up shirt she wore over her perky C-cup breasts. Those slacks were so tight around the machine's big sexy buns that Mike could very clearly see panty lines as she bent forward to open the second lowest drawer.
The Diana robot was, of course, no virgin. She and Mike had 'interfaced' several times since his arrival at this amazing place. Her eye-catching figure was just as sexy to him as her limited 'personality', and a nice match to the circuitry available for viewing within.
Tammy looked at Mike. She saw that he was getting very horny, and he saw the same in her finely adjusted facial expressions and colouration. "It gets better." she said.
Mike went around the desk and sat in Diana's comfy chair as he watched the synthetic secretary look through carefully organised folders full of blank white paper. He could guess what would come next.
Diana methodically leafed through page after page in the folder labeled 'Q'. It was plain now to all but the 510 that this search would go nowhere. Her motions repeated, and began to be strictly and enticingly rhythmic. Her reddish brown hair lilted this way and that ever so slightly along with the turning of her neck mechanism.
"Found it yet?" Anya asked with a big smile on her sublimely gorgeous face.
Diana finished making a few more scanning motions, then turned her head to look at Anya. "I am still searching for the document you requested. I should be able to find it soon."
The phone rang then, another phantom call for the secretary to answer. She marked her place in the folder by upturning her current blank sheet of paper, then stood up and announced "I have to answer the phone."
Looking cheerful and not exactly human, she walked back over to her desk. She paused for a moment, and noticed that her chair was now occupied. Mike was still sitting there, getting an expertly executed hand job from Tammy.
The phone rang again as Diana tried to calculate a way around the situation. Tammy helped by standing up and kneeling down between Mike's legs. She looked lovingly up into his eyes as she opened her mouth and took in his hard, throbbing cock.
Diana stood there, for a short while overwhelmed by the changing situation as the phone rang for a third time. She finally reached over her desk to pick up the receiver. Her nicely constructed breasts jiggled under her satin shirt as Mike watched her move.
She held the receiver up to her ear and said again "Good morning, Robot Control Station 64, Diana robot number 7839061B speaking. How may I assist you?"
Again, she waited for a moment, obeying her programming in order to look like she was listening. "Please hold, while I transfer your call to the appropriate department."
She put this imaginary call on hold too, and hung up the phone. Mike leaned his head back and started to breathe heavier as he watched the secretary accomplish nothing.
She stood up straight and turned around again, headed back to the filing cabinet.
"Diana," Mike said, "take off your shirt."
She paused once more, then turned around to acknowledge the command. "Yes Mike." she said. She loaded the right string of software to make her finely articulated hands grip and manipulate the buttons one by one until they were all unfastened. Then she wriggled her plastic and metal torso out of the smooth fabric garment as Mike watched with delight.
Her realistic tits jiggled again inside her black satin bra as she slipped the shirt off one arm, then the other. Mike again smiled brightly as he watched the android standing still, wondering in her binary way what to do with the shirt.
She looked at her chair. Her processors had first decided to drape the garment over the back of the chair, but when her optical system relayed its data back to her CPU, she realised she couldn't really do that at the moment.
Mike loved watching the fembot stay stuck there, her momentum interrupted by such a trivial matter.
"I'll take your shirt, honey." Anya said, grabbing it out of Diana's hands before she could turn around to look at the statuesque woman.
"Thank you Anya." she said. "Now.... where.... was.... I...." she said.
The plainly machine-like pauses she made between those words got Mike even hornier as his robot dream girl giggled while still sucking his dick.
One single loud electronic beep came out of the secretary as she smiled and stood still, trying to cope with more than her limited processing power could handle. She eventually turned back around and continued back where she left off.
Mike watched her butt wiggle ever so slightly as she kept searching. Those tight polyester pants made her big silicone butt look simply amazing. The panty lines he could still see under the fluorescent office lighting seemed to make a shape that led the view directly between her sexy round buns, and to the artificial vagina installed between her legs.
He half wanted to get up and stick himself inside her hot and juicy pussy, but he would let Tammy finish getting her enjoyment first.
Diana made another loud beep. She stood upright very stiffly and said "ERROR."
The error signal was in a robotic monotone. Mike was really enjoying this now.
Diana looked at Anya. "Paper document number 2621 can not be found." she said simply.
"Why not?" Anya asked, pretending now to look impatient.
Diana was silent until a third loud beep came from inside her. "That does not compute." she said.
"Why does that not compute?" Anya said quickly.
Diana turned partially around, then froze, then turned back to face Anya.
The phone rang again.
Diana was looking less and less human as she turned around again to face her desk.
"Diana," Anya called out loudly, "answer my question."
She froze again. She moved her arm in a way that looked strikingly out of place. As Mike watched he realised she was making the motion of answering the phone. She put her arm back down by her side, then made the exact same motion as the phone rang once more.
"Diana," Anya called again, "find paper document 2621."
The thoroughly confused fembot turned around to face Anya. Mike watched as she froze again, only moving when the phone was heard to ring.
She turned her head to the front and walked forward. Her buns wiggled to her steps as she walked full speed into the open drawer. It got pushed back in, but the 510 continued to walk forward. She made another phone-answering motion with her arm. At the very same time, she tried to correct herself by turning around to face the desk.
But her balance system was not responding properly. The secretary overcompensated for her movements and ended up falling face down onto the carpet.
It startled the human in the chair, but he was still enjoying the show. Tammy kept on sucking while Anya mockingly said "Uh-oh!"
Diana made some twitching movements as she emitted her greeting. "Good morning, Robot Control Station 64, Diana robot number 7839061B speaking. How may I assist you?"
Mike could see that her facemask had been dislodged. He thought that was really cool. The malfunctioning fembot's twitching made her head move little by little away from the complex facial covering. He very much appreciated the sight of her amazingly proportioned backside sticking out as she made jerky mechanical movements on the floor.
The phone rang again.
The damaged fembot spoke again. "Robot morning Diana... speaking assist... assist... assist... good morning... How may Diana... Diana... Diana... Robot Control Station 64... 64..."
Mike was about ready to come. Big-assed malfunctioning fembots could do it to him every time.
Anya quickly crouched down, and grabbing Diana under her arms lifted the secretary up and set her back on her feet.
More loud beeps came out of her error-filled body. With her facemask on the floor, the enchanting display of lights and circuitry showed within her head. Some of her hair had fallen forward to obscure the view, adding a nice touch of femininity to a very erotic display of electronics.
"7839061B." she said amid the beeping, growing now more frequent.
Mike let out a moan of pleasure.
"7839061B." Diana said again. "7839061B... 7839061B... 7839061B... 7839061B... " she repeated constantly as she turned her head to the left and the right.
Anya stood back again, smiling gleefully at the success of the delightfully devious idea that her and Tammy had computed.
Mike listened to the changing quality of the robot's repeating voice. It degraded steadily with each mindless repetition of her serial number. She still twitched and moved in that sexy non-human way, eventually turning and making an awkward looking strut toward the wall on Mike's left.
He caught the side-view of her magnificent, plump robot ass as she emitted garbled cycles of her degrading digital voice. It hardly sounded like speech anymore. He finally came into Tammy's realistic mouth as Diana hit the wall. She bounced back and hit it again, and again, and again.
Tammy let out a contented moan as she swallowed and licked.
"I guess I'll call Maria now." Anya said with a hearty laugh.
To be continued...
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Episode 2
Anya smiled and looked at the cute malfunctioning lady as she went past her to go use the phone to call the technician in the basement lab.
Mike caught his breath and said "Wait."
Anya looked at him. She was puzzled for a moment, but then extrapolated data from previously observed patterns to guess what he wanted to do next.
"Let's see what we can do before we go calling tech support." Mike said as Tammy stood up and licked her lips as she rinsed her mouth.
"I like the way you compute!" Tammy said jokingly to him.
Anya smiled too. "What should we do Master?" she asked in a sultry voice.
Mike looked at the scene and gave it some thought. By now, the sounds coming out of Diana's exposed speaker sounded like a loop of contorted digital tones. She was still walking into the wall, facemask off and right arm intermittently trying to make phone-answering motions.
"Reboot her." Mike ordered Anya as he stood up and fastened only the top button of his jeans.
Anya gave back a knowing smile, then pulled the petite secretary away from the wall. With her 558 strength, she held on to the 510 and opened the malfunctioning girl's chest panel. Then she simply pressed the big red button inside.
Diana froze, and so did the flashing patterns of bright LEDs in her head. Then, they went dark... but only for a few seconds. The loud, familiar single beep that signaled fembot rebooting was heard, followed by a few not so loud ones of different pitch and timing. The mesmerising display of multicoloured indicators lit up again, flashing in patterns that signaled the status of the rebooting system.
"DIANA ROBOT NUMBER 7839061B ACTIVATED." the machine said in her diagnostic/boot mode monotone.
The sub-facial flashing continued for a long time as her inner scans revealed all the problems the malfunction had caused. More beeps came out singly and in clusters too.
All the while, Diana's lifeless glass eyes pointed out straight ahead as Mike stood in front of her. His fingers were stroking her realistic vagina through her polyester slacks. The plastic pussies of the 510 series weren't customised like the 558s and the 542s, so they were all identical. Mike had even been shown a storage compartment full of spares, which was quite a sight. The combination of soft looking pink silicone folds and dangling wires and electronics reminded him what he liked best about his new living space.
But Mike much preferred those parts to be installed in pretty synthetic hotties like Diana. And the parts of her that were custom built were incredible. Tammy and Anya certainly thought so too. They were almost as fond of Diana's big plastic bubble butt as Mike. Anya in particular spent a lot of time in the pretend office, masturbating as she watched the secretary shake her stuff.
Now, as they waited for Diana to reboot her AI programming, they all stood near, stroking the sexy fembot. Tammy stood behind Diana and to her right, feeling her curved backside with one hand while the other hand stimulated her own electronic vagina. She scanned the other droid's sexy curves with her stereo video cameras and used the data recorded that way to increase her own binary arousal.
Anya was busy stroking the other bun, and getting the other hand to work on the secretary's plump-looking, firm thighs. Her and Tammy looked at each other as they stroked. They smiled and kissed, then put their processing power back to work on Diana.
Mike could smell Tammy and Anya getting wet. It got him hornier, and hungry to taste the synthetic juice they could offer. What he wanted most now though, was a taste of some Diana robot pussy. She was still having troubles booting up though.
"Tammy," Mike said, "what's Diana's command key code?"
Tammy pinged the Main Computer with a wireless signal, and then searched through the part of its database that she had been allowed access to. "903L0005327KG24YS." she said.
"Tell her to get out of diagnostic mode already." Mike said with a smirk.
Tammy smiled and stooped down to speak softly into the other android's ear. "Diana, override diagnostic mode safeguards and commence full system load, command key 903L0005327KG24YS."
A loud flutter of beeps and tones came out of the auburn haired lady's speaker as her system interrupted its internal scans and went ahead with a full program reboot.
"DIANA ROBOT NUMBER 7839061B ACTIVATED." she said again in the pleasingly monotone version of her voice, still nicely affected by sound generation errors.
Mike continued to rub her warm crotch as he waited and watched.
Her voice remained digitally altered as it switched to its normal tone. "Diana... Diana robot number 7839061B has experienced an improper... improper... shut-down and reboot procedure." She said mindlessly. "Possible system errors... errors... have... have... been detected."
"Can you put her facemask back on?" Mike asked Anya.
With a smile, Anya bent down and picked up the oval-shaped device. She snapped it back into place as the secretary beeped again.
"Please contact... contact... contact... Robot Control... Control... for assistance." Diana said.
The movements of the fembot's mouth lagged behind her speech by about a half a second. Mike was really enjoying this now.
He stood up and put his hands on Diana's shoulders. "You don't mind if I have sex with you first, do you?" he asked her.
She moved her head machine-like to look up at him. "I am not programmed to... not programmed to mind." she said, her voice sounding broken and her mouth moving late.
Her arm began pushing forward and up again. She was still trying to make that phone-answering motion.
Mike thought of what to do about that. "Tammy, can you remove this arm please?" he asked.
"Of course." she said, pulling her hands away from her crotch and Diana's butt in order to grab her by the shoulder and disconnect the limb.
Diana beeped yet again as she looked up with her video stare at Mike. He watched Tammy set the slender, well crafted arm aside and slowly pushed Diana's bra strap over the edge of her shoulder.
Anya made some fast computations and unhooked the satin bra from behind. The shiney fabric slid off the two perky mounds of silicone built into Diana's chest as Anya pulled the bra off and down her other arm.
"Possible... possible... system errors have been detected. Please... please...please... contact Robot... Robot... Robot... Robot... Control for assistance.... assistance." Diana said again, losing more and more of her human-like appearance.
"Don't worry," Mike assured her, "We'll get you fixed after I've had my fun."
She just stared back as beeps and tones came out of her body and her speaker. Mike took her by the remaining hand and led her over to the couch. Tammy and Anya stayed behind and held each other as they watched their master. This was all for him, after all.
Mike sat down on the burgundy sofa and pondered how to proceed with the slightly malfunctioning 510. He narrowed down his options to three: sex from the front, sex from behind, or oral.
He hadn't eaten Diana's plastic pussy for a while, so he decided to stick with that idea. He began by placing his hands on her awesomely curvy hips. He stroked down their bowed out shape, down the smooth polyester that clung so tight to her big curves. He looked at her thin waist as he held her like that, and decided it was always a good time to see more circuitry.
He opened the rectangular panel below her breasts and removed the cover. Diana's eyes continued to stare out straight ahead while his eyes looked all around her electronic insides. The contrast was beautiful - complete stillness from the outside, but so much electrical and mechanical activity going on within. He thought of all the pulses of electricity going through her circuits; more binary digits than he could number.
With the panel open and arousing him with its dazzling brilliance, he started to unbutton the top of her slacks. The zipper came down almost without a sound as the cloth separated to reveal her black panties. They were bikini cut, with a very feminine trim of fine lace around the top and sides.
Mike kept pulling the polyester down the sides of her rounded hips. With her ass being so big, he had to pull the pants down from behind too. His cock was rock hard again from all this. As he moved his hands down the almost spherical globes of silicone that were her buns, he thought for a moment about just getting behind the pretty petite robot and pumping in and out between those plastic cheeks.
But he was still quite thirsty. Even though Diana was a less advanced model than most of the women here, she still had a fully functional vagina that worked great and tasted better.
When he had her pants down to her knees, he pulled the panties down to join them. Diana's standard 510 series pussy was visible now, along with the perfectly geometrical trapezoid of built-in auburn hair above it.
There was even more electronic circuitry above that too, and Mike got it exposed as soon as his fingers could remove the little panel of synthetic skin. Just a few flashing LEDs, coloured wires and printed circuits were visible amid some flexible tubing, but its position above the fully functional vaginal unit was a magical combination for him.
When he had gotten the artificial secretary ready, he got up off the couch and walked behind her. "Might as well." he said as he opened the recharge port above her buns and removed the cover. He gave Diana's big sexy butt a good squeeze as he told her to sit on the sofa and spread her legs.
"Yes... Yes... Yes... Mike." she said, stuttering electronically while mouthing the words later than they came out of her speaker.
She turned stiffly and placed her big round derriere on the sofa. The empty expression on her malfunctioning face as she spread her legs was priceless.
Mike knelt down before the petite fembot and reached with his finger inside the little panel open above her pussy. He flicked a small switch to the middle position and waited for the scent of Diana's robot girl juice to meet his nostrils.
The artificial juice, filled with artificial pheromones and hormones, was like a strong wine to him. It intoxicated him to even smell it coming out of such nice looking silicone. When he pressed his mouth against the plastic labia and tasted her, he nearly came right then and there.
Diana wasn't programmed to enjoy this though. She acted merely as a fountain now, providing him with whatever his fingertips had requested.
Tammy and Anya were also quite aroused, and kissed and rubbed each other while Mike had his fill.
Then a loud beep and a sharp crackling noise came out of that little panel. The loud pop of sparks followed, causing Mike to scurry back and stand up.
"Shit!" he said as he laughed and watched a puff of smoke curl and float into the air. "So much for that idea."
To be continued...
Anya smiled and looked at the cute malfunctioning lady as she went past her to go use the phone to call the technician in the basement lab.
Mike caught his breath and said "Wait."
Anya looked at him. She was puzzled for a moment, but then extrapolated data from previously observed patterns to guess what he wanted to do next.
"Let's see what we can do before we go calling tech support." Mike said as Tammy stood up and licked her lips as she rinsed her mouth.
"I like the way you compute!" Tammy said jokingly to him.
Anya smiled too. "What should we do Master?" she asked in a sultry voice.
Mike looked at the scene and gave it some thought. By now, the sounds coming out of Diana's exposed speaker sounded like a loop of contorted digital tones. She was still walking into the wall, facemask off and right arm intermittently trying to make phone-answering motions.
"Reboot her." Mike ordered Anya as he stood up and fastened only the top button of his jeans.
Anya gave back a knowing smile, then pulled the petite secretary away from the wall. With her 558 strength, she held on to the 510 and opened the malfunctioning girl's chest panel. Then she simply pressed the big red button inside.
Diana froze, and so did the flashing patterns of bright LEDs in her head. Then, they went dark... but only for a few seconds. The loud, familiar single beep that signaled fembot rebooting was heard, followed by a few not so loud ones of different pitch and timing. The mesmerising display of multicoloured indicators lit up again, flashing in patterns that signaled the status of the rebooting system.
"DIANA ROBOT NUMBER 7839061B ACTIVATED." the machine said in her diagnostic/boot mode monotone.
The sub-facial flashing continued for a long time as her inner scans revealed all the problems the malfunction had caused. More beeps came out singly and in clusters too.
All the while, Diana's lifeless glass eyes pointed out straight ahead as Mike stood in front of her. His fingers were stroking her realistic vagina through her polyester slacks. The plastic pussies of the 510 series weren't customised like the 558s and the 542s, so they were all identical. Mike had even been shown a storage compartment full of spares, which was quite a sight. The combination of soft looking pink silicone folds and dangling wires and electronics reminded him what he liked best about his new living space.
But Mike much preferred those parts to be installed in pretty synthetic hotties like Diana. And the parts of her that were custom built were incredible. Tammy and Anya certainly thought so too. They were almost as fond of Diana's big plastic bubble butt as Mike. Anya in particular spent a lot of time in the pretend office, masturbating as she watched the secretary shake her stuff.
Now, as they waited for Diana to reboot her AI programming, they all stood near, stroking the sexy fembot. Tammy stood behind Diana and to her right, feeling her curved backside with one hand while the other hand stimulated her own electronic vagina. She scanned the other droid's sexy curves with her stereo video cameras and used the data recorded that way to increase her own binary arousal.
Anya was busy stroking the other bun, and getting the other hand to work on the secretary's plump-looking, firm thighs. Her and Tammy looked at each other as they stroked. They smiled and kissed, then put their processing power back to work on Diana.
Mike could smell Tammy and Anya getting wet. It got him hornier, and hungry to taste the synthetic juice they could offer. What he wanted most now though, was a taste of some Diana robot pussy. She was still having troubles booting up though.
"Tammy," Mike said, "what's Diana's command key code?"
Tammy pinged the Main Computer with a wireless signal, and then searched through the part of its database that she had been allowed access to. "903L0005327KG24YS." she said.
"Tell her to get out of diagnostic mode already." Mike said with a smirk.
Tammy smiled and stooped down to speak softly into the other android's ear. "Diana, override diagnostic mode safeguards and commence full system load, command key 903L0005327KG24YS."
A loud flutter of beeps and tones came out of the auburn haired lady's speaker as her system interrupted its internal scans and went ahead with a full program reboot.
"DIANA ROBOT NUMBER 7839061B ACTIVATED." she said again in the pleasingly monotone version of her voice, still nicely affected by sound generation errors.
Mike continued to rub her warm crotch as he waited and watched.
Her voice remained digitally altered as it switched to its normal tone. "Diana... Diana robot number 7839061B has experienced an improper... improper... shut-down and reboot procedure." She said mindlessly. "Possible system errors... errors... have... have... been detected."
"Can you put her facemask back on?" Mike asked Anya.
With a smile, Anya bent down and picked up the oval-shaped device. She snapped it back into place as the secretary beeped again.
"Please contact... contact... contact... Robot Control... Control... for assistance." Diana said.
The movements of the fembot's mouth lagged behind her speech by about a half a second. Mike was really enjoying this now.
He stood up and put his hands on Diana's shoulders. "You don't mind if I have sex with you first, do you?" he asked her.
She moved her head machine-like to look up at him. "I am not programmed to... not programmed to mind." she said, her voice sounding broken and her mouth moving late.
Her arm began pushing forward and up again. She was still trying to make that phone-answering motion.
Mike thought of what to do about that. "Tammy, can you remove this arm please?" he asked.
"Of course." she said, pulling her hands away from her crotch and Diana's butt in order to grab her by the shoulder and disconnect the limb.
Diana beeped yet again as she looked up with her video stare at Mike. He watched Tammy set the slender, well crafted arm aside and slowly pushed Diana's bra strap over the edge of her shoulder.
Anya made some fast computations and unhooked the satin bra from behind. The shiney fabric slid off the two perky mounds of silicone built into Diana's chest as Anya pulled the bra off and down her other arm.
"Possible... possible... system errors have been detected. Please... please...please... contact Robot... Robot... Robot... Robot... Control for assistance.... assistance." Diana said again, losing more and more of her human-like appearance.
"Don't worry," Mike assured her, "We'll get you fixed after I've had my fun."
She just stared back as beeps and tones came out of her body and her speaker. Mike took her by the remaining hand and led her over to the couch. Tammy and Anya stayed behind and held each other as they watched their master. This was all for him, after all.
Mike sat down on the burgundy sofa and pondered how to proceed with the slightly malfunctioning 510. He narrowed down his options to three: sex from the front, sex from behind, or oral.
He hadn't eaten Diana's plastic pussy for a while, so he decided to stick with that idea. He began by placing his hands on her awesomely curvy hips. He stroked down their bowed out shape, down the smooth polyester that clung so tight to her big curves. He looked at her thin waist as he held her like that, and decided it was always a good time to see more circuitry.
He opened the rectangular panel below her breasts and removed the cover. Diana's eyes continued to stare out straight ahead while his eyes looked all around her electronic insides. The contrast was beautiful - complete stillness from the outside, but so much electrical and mechanical activity going on within. He thought of all the pulses of electricity going through her circuits; more binary digits than he could number.
With the panel open and arousing him with its dazzling brilliance, he started to unbutton the top of her slacks. The zipper came down almost without a sound as the cloth separated to reveal her black panties. They were bikini cut, with a very feminine trim of fine lace around the top and sides.
Mike kept pulling the polyester down the sides of her rounded hips. With her ass being so big, he had to pull the pants down from behind too. His cock was rock hard again from all this. As he moved his hands down the almost spherical globes of silicone that were her buns, he thought for a moment about just getting behind the pretty petite robot and pumping in and out between those plastic cheeks.
But he was still quite thirsty. Even though Diana was a less advanced model than most of the women here, she still had a fully functional vagina that worked great and tasted better.
When he had her pants down to her knees, he pulled the panties down to join them. Diana's standard 510 series pussy was visible now, along with the perfectly geometrical trapezoid of built-in auburn hair above it.
There was even more electronic circuitry above that too, and Mike got it exposed as soon as his fingers could remove the little panel of synthetic skin. Just a few flashing LEDs, coloured wires and printed circuits were visible amid some flexible tubing, but its position above the fully functional vaginal unit was a magical combination for him.
When he had gotten the artificial secretary ready, he got up off the couch and walked behind her. "Might as well." he said as he opened the recharge port above her buns and removed the cover. He gave Diana's big sexy butt a good squeeze as he told her to sit on the sofa and spread her legs.
"Yes... Yes... Yes... Mike." she said, stuttering electronically while mouthing the words later than they came out of her speaker.
She turned stiffly and placed her big round derriere on the sofa. The empty expression on her malfunctioning face as she spread her legs was priceless.
Mike knelt down before the petite fembot and reached with his finger inside the little panel open above her pussy. He flicked a small switch to the middle position and waited for the scent of Diana's robot girl juice to meet his nostrils.
The artificial juice, filled with artificial pheromones and hormones, was like a strong wine to him. It intoxicated him to even smell it coming out of such nice looking silicone. When he pressed his mouth against the plastic labia and tasted her, he nearly came right then and there.
Diana wasn't programmed to enjoy this though. She acted merely as a fountain now, providing him with whatever his fingertips had requested.
Tammy and Anya were also quite aroused, and kissed and rubbed each other while Mike had his fill.
Then a loud beep and a sharp crackling noise came out of that little panel. The loud pop of sparks followed, causing Mike to scurry back and stand up.
"Shit!" he said as he laughed and watched a puff of smoke curl and float into the air. "So much for that idea."
To be continued...
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Episode 3
Diana's sudden burst of sparks had startled all the persons in the room; Tammy and Anya included. Their reaction was as human as Mike's, and it took a few moments of silence and Mike's laughing comment to fully relax their stance again.
Mike could see all that in their faces - the tenseness that only they among androids could show. He knew what it meant too. He had to admit, they owed their sentience to him. He also knew that they would lay it down in sacrifice to protect him if needed. And they had both told him exactly that.
But his laughing got them both laughing again as Diana began emitting a prolonged alarm tone from somewhere inside her.
"Fun's over" Tammy said as she looked at Diana's placidly frozen face.
"Should I call Maria now?" Anya asked.
"Why don't we just bring her down there?" Tammy said. She walked right over to Diana and reached out with her finger extended to shut her off. The alarm went silent and the display of flashing LEDs went dark.
Mike held his crotch as he watched his fembots gather the secretary and her parts in order to bring them to the lab. He was still very horny, and hadn't yet gotten his fill. But he knew there would be many opportunities for fembot sex down in the basement.
Tammy bent down and took the unmoving 510 over her shoulder. Anya picked up the detached arm and the many panel covers that had been removed.
"All ready?" Tammy asked, cheerful and full of life.
"Lead the way." Anya said with her lighter load.
"You think Maria will be pissed that we broke Diana like that?" Mike asked.
"She's not programmed to get pissed." Anya pointed out.
"You know what I mean." he said. "I've crashed a few girls here, but never to the point of causing physical damage."
"Oh, stop worrying." Tammy said as the trio walked from the hallway into the kitchen. "Maria's so bored down there she'll probably thank us for bringing her something to repair."
Mike made a lighthearted sigh. He knew Maria couldn't get bored or pissed or anything like that, but still he didn't like the thought of damaging one of these gorgeous machines.
The triad of lovers eventually made their way down the steps to the scanner and past its tedious but apparently necessary scanning process. The large stainless steel door to the lab slid open, and in they walked.
Mike tried not to ejaculate too soon as he looked around at all the tits, ass and circuitry.
"Ma-ri-a!" Tammy sang as she optically scanned the room for the main technician.
Mike saw the naked black-haired robot standing behind a nearby console, stooped forward to work a portion of the confusing array of buttons and switches.
After a pause, she stood up straight and turned her head nice and stiffly to look at Tammy.
"Hello Tammy. Hello Anya. Hello Mike." she said emotionlessly.
Tammy was in the process of gently laying the pretty busted fembot on an empty wheeled examination table.
Anya walked over to the technician. "Hi Maria." she said as she put her arm around the other lady's waist and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You look sexy today."
Maria turned her head to look at the statuesque brunette android beside her. "That does not compute." she said.
Anya laughed and started to play with Maria's breasts. "We need you to do one of your famous repair jobs on Diana over there." she said.
Anya explained to the robot technician what had just occurred while Mike and Tammy stood over by the now horizontal synthetic secretary.
Tammy rolled the robot over to lay face down. Diana's incredibly big naked butt stuck out below her open recharge port, making Mike so horny he was getting dizzy.
"Look at this ass!" Tammy said excitedly as she grabbed the sexy big round plastic buns and squeezed them in her mechanical hands. "I can see why Anya likes this unit so much."
Mike just gawked. He needed something to screw... now.
Tammy read his heat patterns and his facial expression. She knew what he needed now too. She grabbed him by the hand and led him over to another examination table. This one wasn't wheeled, so it wouldn't move around.
Tammy kissed him then leaned over on the table and let him figure out the rest. He smiled and looked at those cute, tight pants. It amazed him how Robot Control could get pants like this, with that word printed across the rear end.
He stroked his woman's comparatively smaller, but still nicely plump buns and then pulled those pants down to her knees. She spread her legs and smiled, closing her eyes and feeling ones and zeroes that meant anticipation flow through her processors.
She moaned as he stuck his very hard and very willing penis inside her warm and wet vagina. The feminine robot acted as woman-like as she could for him, knowing exactly how he liked it and fulfilling every perceived desire he had.
They listened to Anya talk as they got a good, hard rhythm going. Anya was basically telling Maria how sexy the Diana unit looked while she was crashing and malfunctioning. Maria couldn't begin to comprehend why this was valuable information, but she kept dutifully listening anyway.
Anya's hands were very busy too - caressing, stroking, holding and squeezing the less mechanical and more womanly parts of Maria's chassis. When she at last got around to finishing her description of the events that had led to Diana's malfunction, she realised that Mike and Tammy needed more time to 'interface'. So she started kissing and groping Maria.
The Main Computer churned away gigabit after gigabit of new data, formalising its plans into cold hard data the technicians could use. Laurie walked over to the table that contained the deactivated Diana. She was naked like her fellow technician, and without a cover for her recharge port, as always.
She stared out in a completely empty way as she waited for Maria, but that robot was occupied at the moment. Anya's unbreakable embrace held the series 032 technician robot close while she showed it the kind of love it was simply not built to appreciate.
Mike was finishing up with Tammy around then, coming hard into her hot wet silicone orifice. They stayed close together as they slowed their breathing and heartbeats - one half real, one half counterfeit.
"I love you Master." Tammy said. She stood up and turned around to put her arms around him.
Their eyes locked on to each other's. They shared an intimate moment of lovers' afterglow for a while. Tammy looked over at Anya and Maria. Anya was kissing the stiff and unyielding technician more deeply now.
"Let's give them time to finish." she said to Mike as she looked at them. She smiled and brushed some hair out of her face as she walked over to greet the other technician.
"Hi Laurie!" she said.
"Yeah, Hi Laurie." Mike said. "You look hot today."
Laurie turned her head mechanically to look at the human and said "My operating temperature is within normal limits."
Mike and Tammy shared a look and a light laugh at the technician's expense. Then Tammy reached out and grabbed Laurie's hand. She placed it on the Diana robot's plump round ass and moved it around with her own hand.
"Would you like to learn how to get aroused at the sight of a sexy woman?" Tammy asked the mindless repair-bot.
"That does not compute." Laurie said.
Tammy went ahead anyway. "You might as well start with a perfect specimen, like robot number 7839061B here. Isn't this just the perfect ass?"
It was obvious that Laurie didn't share Tammy's enthusiasm. She didn't even look down as Tammy led the technician's hand all around the awesome curves of the damaged droid's backside.
"You got this covered?" Mike asked his fun-loving fembot girlfriend. "No pun intended."
"Yeah, I guess so, why?" she asked.
"I'm gonna track down the maids so I can eat." he said. He leaned in to give her a kiss.
She met his lips and used hers to execute that function. "Me and Anya will handle things." she said.
"Okay." he said. "See you girls in a bit." He waved to Tammy and to Anya, who was in what looked like a one-sided embrace with Maria. He walked out the door and up the stairs.
Tammy turned to Laurie and asked "Are you getting horny yet?"
Laurie turned her head to look at the sentient fembot. "I am not programmed to get horny." she said.
"That's what makes YOU so damn sexy." Tammy said as she started to gently play with Laurie's nipples.
Laurie hadn't moved her hand, and it was still resting on the round hill of Diana's big rump.
"So," Tammy said to the technician, "here's what happened. Anya and I were having a little fun with this 510 here, confusing her simple processors and watching her sputter around in a nice looking software crash."
Tammy looked at Diana's butt again. It looked even more prominent as it stuck out from her thin waist and the rest of her small, slim body resting face-down on the table. Her very curvy thighs were exposed almost to her knees, showing off their alluring form as their rounded shape thickened to accommodate the robot's wide hips.
Diana turned back to look at Laurie. "If you think this plastic ass looks sexy now, you should have seen it jiggle when she was malfunctioning."
Tammy smiled, and paused as if waiting for a reaction.
"Anyway, we re-booted her, and overrode her startup diagnostic scans. Then Mike got her synthetic vaginal fluid flowing, and I guess some chips overloaded down there."
Laurie then received commands from the Main Computer and got to work to fulfill her orders. She rolled the secretary over once more to face up and wheeled her over to one of the diagnostic terminals.
Tammy went over to Anya, who was still holding the pretty Maria unit in place and giving it kiss after kiss.
"May I cut in?" Tammy said. Only her and Anya had AI sufficient to understand the remark.
Anya let go of Maria, and immediately the main technician went to go help Laurie.
Mike's girls stood there and watched the two naked machines as they acted upon the detailed digital instructions being beamed from the Main Computer to the transponders in their heads.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Anya said.
Tammy smiled brightly back at her fellow 558. "I like the always open recharge ports the best." she admitted.
"I just had an idea." Anya said.
She turned to start walking over to a keyboard/monitor interface, motioning with her hand for Tammy to follow.
Tammy watched Anya as she began typing impossibly long alphanumeric strings into the keyboard. With no human-friendly way of operating this interface, it was basically for fembots only.
Anya accessed some of the data the Main Computer had recorded. She brought up a graphic representation of the information she was looking for. The screen was titled "ROBOT USAGE", and below that was a horizontally structured bar graph. As soon as their optical sensors recorded the first flicker of that screen, Mike's girls found out which fembots were Mike's favourites - so far.
Tammy topped the list, but following very closely behind was Anya; so close they were virtually tied. Third and fourth in usage were Maria and Laurie. The ones here at Robot Control Station 64 had experienced many things that no other technician built and maintained by Robot Control had experienced.
They alone out of thousands exactly like them had worn clothing, ventured outside and shared a bed with a human. It meant absolutely nothing to them, but it helped to show the Main Computer that Mike was serious about his love for female androids.
Number 5 and 6 on the list, also pretty much tied were the ultra-robotic maidbots, which inadvertently flaunted their artificiality like no other model could. They had also been shown much affection by the human, who relished their computer sounds and plastic-like smells as much as their mechanical but feminine form.
Those six fembots took up almost 70% of the time Mike spent with the hardware in this house. There was a sharp drop off from the sixth to the seventh, but it was no surprise to Tammy and Anya who that seventh droid was.
It was no doubt a combination of factors that made Diana robot number 7839061B the most frequently used of the 30 spare robots usually kept in glass booths along the basement lab walls. She was, of course, a relatively basic series 510 - obviously fake and not intended to impersonate a person. But Diana was still Mike's favourite 510 here.
She was also very pretty. Her hair was a lovely deep reddish brown, and it perfectly framed a facemask constructed to have vaguely Scotch/Irish features. High 'cheekbones' and a refined, classy chin were definitely part of the attraction, as were her sky-blue glass eyes, framed by happy-looking eyelids and long curled eyelashes.
Even so, all of the female robots here were just as pretty or prettier. Many of them had supermodel looks. So it must have been something else that attracted Mike so often to the petite machine who spent her electrical power acting as a superfluous secretary.
Anya and Tammy smiled at each other. They knew exactly what the Diana unit's best feature was.
To be continued...
Diana's sudden burst of sparks had startled all the persons in the room; Tammy and Anya included. Their reaction was as human as Mike's, and it took a few moments of silence and Mike's laughing comment to fully relax their stance again.
Mike could see all that in their faces - the tenseness that only they among androids could show. He knew what it meant too. He had to admit, they owed their sentience to him. He also knew that they would lay it down in sacrifice to protect him if needed. And they had both told him exactly that.
But his laughing got them both laughing again as Diana began emitting a prolonged alarm tone from somewhere inside her.
"Fun's over" Tammy said as she looked at Diana's placidly frozen face.
"Should I call Maria now?" Anya asked.
"Why don't we just bring her down there?" Tammy said. She walked right over to Diana and reached out with her finger extended to shut her off. The alarm went silent and the display of flashing LEDs went dark.
Mike held his crotch as he watched his fembots gather the secretary and her parts in order to bring them to the lab. He was still very horny, and hadn't yet gotten his fill. But he knew there would be many opportunities for fembot sex down in the basement.
Tammy bent down and took the unmoving 510 over her shoulder. Anya picked up the detached arm and the many panel covers that had been removed.
"All ready?" Tammy asked, cheerful and full of life.
"Lead the way." Anya said with her lighter load.
"You think Maria will be pissed that we broke Diana like that?" Mike asked.
"She's not programmed to get pissed." Anya pointed out.
"You know what I mean." he said. "I've crashed a few girls here, but never to the point of causing physical damage."
"Oh, stop worrying." Tammy said as the trio walked from the hallway into the kitchen. "Maria's so bored down there she'll probably thank us for bringing her something to repair."
Mike made a lighthearted sigh. He knew Maria couldn't get bored or pissed or anything like that, but still he didn't like the thought of damaging one of these gorgeous machines.
The triad of lovers eventually made their way down the steps to the scanner and past its tedious but apparently necessary scanning process. The large stainless steel door to the lab slid open, and in they walked.
Mike tried not to ejaculate too soon as he looked around at all the tits, ass and circuitry.
"Ma-ri-a!" Tammy sang as she optically scanned the room for the main technician.
Mike saw the naked black-haired robot standing behind a nearby console, stooped forward to work a portion of the confusing array of buttons and switches.
After a pause, she stood up straight and turned her head nice and stiffly to look at Tammy.
"Hello Tammy. Hello Anya. Hello Mike." she said emotionlessly.
Tammy was in the process of gently laying the pretty busted fembot on an empty wheeled examination table.
Anya walked over to the technician. "Hi Maria." she said as she put her arm around the other lady's waist and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You look sexy today."
Maria turned her head to look at the statuesque brunette android beside her. "That does not compute." she said.
Anya laughed and started to play with Maria's breasts. "We need you to do one of your famous repair jobs on Diana over there." she said.
Anya explained to the robot technician what had just occurred while Mike and Tammy stood over by the now horizontal synthetic secretary.
Tammy rolled the robot over to lay face down. Diana's incredibly big naked butt stuck out below her open recharge port, making Mike so horny he was getting dizzy.
"Look at this ass!" Tammy said excitedly as she grabbed the sexy big round plastic buns and squeezed them in her mechanical hands. "I can see why Anya likes this unit so much."
Mike just gawked. He needed something to screw... now.
Tammy read his heat patterns and his facial expression. She knew what he needed now too. She grabbed him by the hand and led him over to another examination table. This one wasn't wheeled, so it wouldn't move around.
Tammy kissed him then leaned over on the table and let him figure out the rest. He smiled and looked at those cute, tight pants. It amazed him how Robot Control could get pants like this, with that word printed across the rear end.
He stroked his woman's comparatively smaller, but still nicely plump buns and then pulled those pants down to her knees. She spread her legs and smiled, closing her eyes and feeling ones and zeroes that meant anticipation flow through her processors.
She moaned as he stuck his very hard and very willing penis inside her warm and wet vagina. The feminine robot acted as woman-like as she could for him, knowing exactly how he liked it and fulfilling every perceived desire he had.
They listened to Anya talk as they got a good, hard rhythm going. Anya was basically telling Maria how sexy the Diana unit looked while she was crashing and malfunctioning. Maria couldn't begin to comprehend why this was valuable information, but she kept dutifully listening anyway.
Anya's hands were very busy too - caressing, stroking, holding and squeezing the less mechanical and more womanly parts of Maria's chassis. When she at last got around to finishing her description of the events that had led to Diana's malfunction, she realised that Mike and Tammy needed more time to 'interface'. So she started kissing and groping Maria.
The Main Computer churned away gigabit after gigabit of new data, formalising its plans into cold hard data the technicians could use. Laurie walked over to the table that contained the deactivated Diana. She was naked like her fellow technician, and without a cover for her recharge port, as always.
She stared out in a completely empty way as she waited for Maria, but that robot was occupied at the moment. Anya's unbreakable embrace held the series 032 technician robot close while she showed it the kind of love it was simply not built to appreciate.
Mike was finishing up with Tammy around then, coming hard into her hot wet silicone orifice. They stayed close together as they slowed their breathing and heartbeats - one half real, one half counterfeit.
"I love you Master." Tammy said. She stood up and turned around to put her arms around him.
Their eyes locked on to each other's. They shared an intimate moment of lovers' afterglow for a while. Tammy looked over at Anya and Maria. Anya was kissing the stiff and unyielding technician more deeply now.
"Let's give them time to finish." she said to Mike as she looked at them. She smiled and brushed some hair out of her face as she walked over to greet the other technician.
"Hi Laurie!" she said.
"Yeah, Hi Laurie." Mike said. "You look hot today."
Laurie turned her head mechanically to look at the human and said "My operating temperature is within normal limits."
Mike and Tammy shared a look and a light laugh at the technician's expense. Then Tammy reached out and grabbed Laurie's hand. She placed it on the Diana robot's plump round ass and moved it around with her own hand.
"Would you like to learn how to get aroused at the sight of a sexy woman?" Tammy asked the mindless repair-bot.
"That does not compute." Laurie said.
Tammy went ahead anyway. "You might as well start with a perfect specimen, like robot number 7839061B here. Isn't this just the perfect ass?"
It was obvious that Laurie didn't share Tammy's enthusiasm. She didn't even look down as Tammy led the technician's hand all around the awesome curves of the damaged droid's backside.
"You got this covered?" Mike asked his fun-loving fembot girlfriend. "No pun intended."
"Yeah, I guess so, why?" she asked.
"I'm gonna track down the maids so I can eat." he said. He leaned in to give her a kiss.
She met his lips and used hers to execute that function. "Me and Anya will handle things." she said.
"Okay." he said. "See you girls in a bit." He waved to Tammy and to Anya, who was in what looked like a one-sided embrace with Maria. He walked out the door and up the stairs.
Tammy turned to Laurie and asked "Are you getting horny yet?"
Laurie turned her head to look at the sentient fembot. "I am not programmed to get horny." she said.
"That's what makes YOU so damn sexy." Tammy said as she started to gently play with Laurie's nipples.
Laurie hadn't moved her hand, and it was still resting on the round hill of Diana's big rump.
"So," Tammy said to the technician, "here's what happened. Anya and I were having a little fun with this 510 here, confusing her simple processors and watching her sputter around in a nice looking software crash."
Tammy looked at Diana's butt again. It looked even more prominent as it stuck out from her thin waist and the rest of her small, slim body resting face-down on the table. Her very curvy thighs were exposed almost to her knees, showing off their alluring form as their rounded shape thickened to accommodate the robot's wide hips.
Diana turned back to look at Laurie. "If you think this plastic ass looks sexy now, you should have seen it jiggle when she was malfunctioning."
Tammy smiled, and paused as if waiting for a reaction.
"Anyway, we re-booted her, and overrode her startup diagnostic scans. Then Mike got her synthetic vaginal fluid flowing, and I guess some chips overloaded down there."
Laurie then received commands from the Main Computer and got to work to fulfill her orders. She rolled the secretary over once more to face up and wheeled her over to one of the diagnostic terminals.
Tammy went over to Anya, who was still holding the pretty Maria unit in place and giving it kiss after kiss.
"May I cut in?" Tammy said. Only her and Anya had AI sufficient to understand the remark.
Anya let go of Maria, and immediately the main technician went to go help Laurie.
Mike's girls stood there and watched the two naked machines as they acted upon the detailed digital instructions being beamed from the Main Computer to the transponders in their heads.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Anya said.
Tammy smiled brightly back at her fellow 558. "I like the always open recharge ports the best." she admitted.
"I just had an idea." Anya said.
She turned to start walking over to a keyboard/monitor interface, motioning with her hand for Tammy to follow.
Tammy watched Anya as she began typing impossibly long alphanumeric strings into the keyboard. With no human-friendly way of operating this interface, it was basically for fembots only.
Anya accessed some of the data the Main Computer had recorded. She brought up a graphic representation of the information she was looking for. The screen was titled "ROBOT USAGE", and below that was a horizontally structured bar graph. As soon as their optical sensors recorded the first flicker of that screen, Mike's girls found out which fembots were Mike's favourites - so far.
Tammy topped the list, but following very closely behind was Anya; so close they were virtually tied. Third and fourth in usage were Maria and Laurie. The ones here at Robot Control Station 64 had experienced many things that no other technician built and maintained by Robot Control had experienced.
They alone out of thousands exactly like them had worn clothing, ventured outside and shared a bed with a human. It meant absolutely nothing to them, but it helped to show the Main Computer that Mike was serious about his love for female androids.
Number 5 and 6 on the list, also pretty much tied were the ultra-robotic maidbots, which inadvertently flaunted their artificiality like no other model could. They had also been shown much affection by the human, who relished their computer sounds and plastic-like smells as much as their mechanical but feminine form.
Those six fembots took up almost 70% of the time Mike spent with the hardware in this house. There was a sharp drop off from the sixth to the seventh, but it was no surprise to Tammy and Anya who that seventh droid was.
It was no doubt a combination of factors that made Diana robot number 7839061B the most frequently used of the 30 spare robots usually kept in glass booths along the basement lab walls. She was, of course, a relatively basic series 510 - obviously fake and not intended to impersonate a person. But Diana was still Mike's favourite 510 here.
She was also very pretty. Her hair was a lovely deep reddish brown, and it perfectly framed a facemask constructed to have vaguely Scotch/Irish features. High 'cheekbones' and a refined, classy chin were definitely part of the attraction, as were her sky-blue glass eyes, framed by happy-looking eyelids and long curled eyelashes.
Even so, all of the female robots here were just as pretty or prettier. Many of them had supermodel looks. So it must have been something else that attracted Mike so often to the petite machine who spent her electrical power acting as a superfluous secretary.
Anya and Tammy smiled at each other. They knew exactly what the Diana unit's best feature was.
To be continued...
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Episode 4
Mike found both maidbots in the kitchen, idling away the time and staring out into space. He had made this the place for them to wait when their chores were all done so he could easily find them.
The perfectly identical short-haired brunettes stood side by side, both dressed in their skimpy see-through maid outfits, and both making the loud unnatural sound that maidbots constantly produced. Their never-changing expressions and their never-blinking eyes were also identical, as their every feature had been stamped into industrial grade silicone by the exact same template.
Mike walked up to the nearest one and enjoyed her artificial beauty for a moment. The maidbot series were not assigned names like the other robots here, and the only way to tell them apart was to open the rear access panel between their shoulders and read the serial number. Mike saw no need for names either. He called them "Hey You", "Maid" and "Robot", among other things.
These girls were anomalies among his fembot friends here. They were built differently and behaved differently. They were the most obviously machine-like of all the synthetic women in the large house. Even if they wouldn't announce their presence with constant computerised beeping and motorised whirring, their skin would give them away instantly. Their flesh-like silicone covering was not textured or coloured to appear real in any way. It had an unnatural gloss to it as well, looking clearly like plastic from far across a room. The many gaps in the skin where parts could disconnect were also an instant giveaway, and the strong plastic smell it gave off reminded one more of vinyl than flesh.
Put together in voluptuous, underdressed feminine bodies full of motors and electronics, they were quite irresistible to him. He could watch them move all day, and nearly had done just that a few times. During his explorations of their form he had noticed just how different they were from ladies like Tammy and Anya. With the 558 series, the 542s, the 510s and even the series 032 technicians, the face was a heavy, circuitry-laden mask that could easily be removed for whatever reason. Behind its human facade were the human looking eyes and the human sounding speaker that helped maintain the illusion. They were built solidly into the head along with the rest of the video, audio and chemical sensing equipment that each fembot carried around.
But in the case of the maidbots, the face couldn't be removed without first removing four very long machine screws, and access to those openings in the back of the head required removal of the velcroed-on wig. After removing each screw with a sufficiently long screwdriver, the entire front half of the head could be detached for servicing. The eyes stayed securely in the faceplate, and were only semi-spherical painted glass covers for the comparatively low resolution video cameras that were standard in this type of woman.
The full, plastic lips of the maidbots could not move or open, and served a purely aesthetic function. There was no speaker behind a maidbot's mouth. They lacked the ability to talk just as they lacked the ability to blink or even move their eyes.
Another difference in faceplate/facemask removal between the maidbots and the other women here was that thick bundles and ribbons of coloured wires remained connected to the maids' faceplate when it was detached from it's separation point behind the ears. All the other Robot Control models could walk around all day without a facemask, showing off their sexy circuitry while still being able to fulfill their programming.
It wasn't so for the maidbots. The different but still very attractive pattern of microelectronics visible within their plastic heads could only be available for viewing when they were immobile.
Other panels they had built into their bodies were placed in similar locations, but contained differences in structure and circuitry that ranged from minor to major. Only the recharge port at the base of the spine was more or less identical to the other android models.
Seeing how variety is the spice of life, Mike took these differences in stride, and appreciated the very artificial beauty of these well-built devices.
To order today's lunch from these machines, He relayed a series of verbal commands to the closer of the two maidbots. Since these models had no processing power or programming to interpret his words, the audio signals that the microphones inside their ears had received were relayed to the Main Computer. It decided what to do about his request, and sent a blaze of binary pulses back into each pretty unit's head in order for it to begin working on his meal.
He sat back and enjoyed the show of the two mechanical twins preparing his lunch for him. All the while they beeped, clicked and whirred, looking as inhuman as anything he had ever seen. He fantasised about what else he could do with these two, and reminisced about what he had already done.
Meanwhile in the basement lab, Tammy and Anya had once again connected chest to chest so they could exchange ideas. Still communicating, but silent, they had walked over to watch the naked Maria and Laurie units repair the damaged Diana robot.
Since they shared Mike's fetish for fembots, they quite enjoyed watching the lovely, plump-bottomed secretary get methodically scanned, taken apart, altered and pieced back together again. They enjoyed it so much that over the course of the next two hours, they both ran their vaginal fluid cartridges dry. Being careful not to make a mess, most of the realistically flavoured and strongly aromatic liquid had made its way from one android's vagina to the other's mouth.
The two female lovers, now naked like the technicians, panted and caressed one another as they headed over to another examination table. This one was off in a corner, at the end of a row of 15 fembot-filled glass booths. Behind it was a massive wall-sized machine that ran constantly mixing the ingredients for replacement fluid cartridges. The human and his favourite fembots had made this machine work much more than it ever had since his arrival.
As the machine mixed away, Anya layed her almost unrealistically sexy body down on the table while Tammy unplugged the cable that had connected them. Tammy then removed the entire front of Anya's torso, in order to get access to the spent cartridges inside. As they smiled lovingly at each other, Tammy took those containers out and placed them into a slot in the big machine. They would be cleaned and later refilled.
Anya watched Tammy's buns wiggle as she walked a few feet over to the other end of the machine. She reached in and pulled out another set of cartridges - full to the brim with fembot love juice. Tammy placed those cylinders inside her lover's body, and reattached the front of her torso, giving her gorgeous tits a squeeze as she did.
Anya stood up and traded places with Tammy. Off came the torso cover, and out came the empty cartridges. In went the full ones and back went the skin-covered device.
After that, Tammy took Anya's hand as she stood up from the table. "So what do you think of my idea?" she asked, referring to some of the ones and zeroes that had earlier flowed between their processor cores.
"I'm surprised we didn't compute it sooner." Anya said.
They leaned in and kissed, then held hands and went to get into their clothes as they watched the technicians finish up with Diana.
After a few more applications of solder from the combination dispenser and heated applicator that was part of Maria's hand, the technicians connected the secretary to the nearby terminal for a final round of diagnostic scans.
Laurie watched the monitors above the consoles while Maria stood still and waited for commands. The Main Computer communicated electronically with Diana's body, step by step determining whether or not everything was responding and functioning as it should. One by one, Diana's components were scanned and passed until at the end the entire system was approved for activation.
The antenna in Maria's head received the command to activate the fembot on the table. The technician unplugged the cables then pushed the red power button to initiate the boot sequence.
Tammy and Anya watched the LEDs flash inside Diana's chest. They could read the patterns of light and listen to the sound of beeping to find out that everything was running smoothly so far.
"DIANA ROBOT NUMBER 7839061B ACTIVATED." the auburn haired lady said in her monotone.
"Thanks Maria." Tammy said. She gave the emotionless technician a hug, then walked over to her assistant. "Thanks to you too, Laurie." she said, hugging this naked plastic woman as well.
Anya was smiling at Diana, and closing up her chest panel as her systems rebooted without incident.
"How do you feel, Diana?" Anya asked as she let her fingertips linger on the other android's chest.
"I feel fine. Thank you." Diana said in her standard voice, giving the code for "no errors found".
Tammy walked back over to the examination table and showed Diana's optical scanners a playful smile. "We have an assignment for you Diana." she said as she offered her hand to the 510.
To be continued...
Mike found both maidbots in the kitchen, idling away the time and staring out into space. He had made this the place for them to wait when their chores were all done so he could easily find them.
The perfectly identical short-haired brunettes stood side by side, both dressed in their skimpy see-through maid outfits, and both making the loud unnatural sound that maidbots constantly produced. Their never-changing expressions and their never-blinking eyes were also identical, as their every feature had been stamped into industrial grade silicone by the exact same template.
Mike walked up to the nearest one and enjoyed her artificial beauty for a moment. The maidbot series were not assigned names like the other robots here, and the only way to tell them apart was to open the rear access panel between their shoulders and read the serial number. Mike saw no need for names either. He called them "Hey You", "Maid" and "Robot", among other things.
These girls were anomalies among his fembot friends here. They were built differently and behaved differently. They were the most obviously machine-like of all the synthetic women in the large house. Even if they wouldn't announce their presence with constant computerised beeping and motorised whirring, their skin would give them away instantly. Their flesh-like silicone covering was not textured or coloured to appear real in any way. It had an unnatural gloss to it as well, looking clearly like plastic from far across a room. The many gaps in the skin where parts could disconnect were also an instant giveaway, and the strong plastic smell it gave off reminded one more of vinyl than flesh.
Put together in voluptuous, underdressed feminine bodies full of motors and electronics, they were quite irresistible to him. He could watch them move all day, and nearly had done just that a few times. During his explorations of their form he had noticed just how different they were from ladies like Tammy and Anya. With the 558 series, the 542s, the 510s and even the series 032 technicians, the face was a heavy, circuitry-laden mask that could easily be removed for whatever reason. Behind its human facade were the human looking eyes and the human sounding speaker that helped maintain the illusion. They were built solidly into the head along with the rest of the video, audio and chemical sensing equipment that each fembot carried around.
But in the case of the maidbots, the face couldn't be removed without first removing four very long machine screws, and access to those openings in the back of the head required removal of the velcroed-on wig. After removing each screw with a sufficiently long screwdriver, the entire front half of the head could be detached for servicing. The eyes stayed securely in the faceplate, and were only semi-spherical painted glass covers for the comparatively low resolution video cameras that were standard in this type of woman.
The full, plastic lips of the maidbots could not move or open, and served a purely aesthetic function. There was no speaker behind a maidbot's mouth. They lacked the ability to talk just as they lacked the ability to blink or even move their eyes.
Another difference in faceplate/facemask removal between the maidbots and the other women here was that thick bundles and ribbons of coloured wires remained connected to the maids' faceplate when it was detached from it's separation point behind the ears. All the other Robot Control models could walk around all day without a facemask, showing off their sexy circuitry while still being able to fulfill their programming.
It wasn't so for the maidbots. The different but still very attractive pattern of microelectronics visible within their plastic heads could only be available for viewing when they were immobile.
Other panels they had built into their bodies were placed in similar locations, but contained differences in structure and circuitry that ranged from minor to major. Only the recharge port at the base of the spine was more or less identical to the other android models.
Seeing how variety is the spice of life, Mike took these differences in stride, and appreciated the very artificial beauty of these well-built devices.
To order today's lunch from these machines, He relayed a series of verbal commands to the closer of the two maidbots. Since these models had no processing power or programming to interpret his words, the audio signals that the microphones inside their ears had received were relayed to the Main Computer. It decided what to do about his request, and sent a blaze of binary pulses back into each pretty unit's head in order for it to begin working on his meal.
He sat back and enjoyed the show of the two mechanical twins preparing his lunch for him. All the while they beeped, clicked and whirred, looking as inhuman as anything he had ever seen. He fantasised about what else he could do with these two, and reminisced about what he had already done.
Meanwhile in the basement lab, Tammy and Anya had once again connected chest to chest so they could exchange ideas. Still communicating, but silent, they had walked over to watch the naked Maria and Laurie units repair the damaged Diana robot.
Since they shared Mike's fetish for fembots, they quite enjoyed watching the lovely, plump-bottomed secretary get methodically scanned, taken apart, altered and pieced back together again. They enjoyed it so much that over the course of the next two hours, they both ran their vaginal fluid cartridges dry. Being careful not to make a mess, most of the realistically flavoured and strongly aromatic liquid had made its way from one android's vagina to the other's mouth.
The two female lovers, now naked like the technicians, panted and caressed one another as they headed over to another examination table. This one was off in a corner, at the end of a row of 15 fembot-filled glass booths. Behind it was a massive wall-sized machine that ran constantly mixing the ingredients for replacement fluid cartridges. The human and his favourite fembots had made this machine work much more than it ever had since his arrival.
As the machine mixed away, Anya layed her almost unrealistically sexy body down on the table while Tammy unplugged the cable that had connected them. Tammy then removed the entire front of Anya's torso, in order to get access to the spent cartridges inside. As they smiled lovingly at each other, Tammy took those containers out and placed them into a slot in the big machine. They would be cleaned and later refilled.
Anya watched Tammy's buns wiggle as she walked a few feet over to the other end of the machine. She reached in and pulled out another set of cartridges - full to the brim with fembot love juice. Tammy placed those cylinders inside her lover's body, and reattached the front of her torso, giving her gorgeous tits a squeeze as she did.
Anya stood up and traded places with Tammy. Off came the torso cover, and out came the empty cartridges. In went the full ones and back went the skin-covered device.
After that, Tammy took Anya's hand as she stood up from the table. "So what do you think of my idea?" she asked, referring to some of the ones and zeroes that had earlier flowed between their processor cores.
"I'm surprised we didn't compute it sooner." Anya said.
They leaned in and kissed, then held hands and went to get into their clothes as they watched the technicians finish up with Diana.
After a few more applications of solder from the combination dispenser and heated applicator that was part of Maria's hand, the technicians connected the secretary to the nearby terminal for a final round of diagnostic scans.
Laurie watched the monitors above the consoles while Maria stood still and waited for commands. The Main Computer communicated electronically with Diana's body, step by step determining whether or not everything was responding and functioning as it should. One by one, Diana's components were scanned and passed until at the end the entire system was approved for activation.
The antenna in Maria's head received the command to activate the fembot on the table. The technician unplugged the cables then pushed the red power button to initiate the boot sequence.
Tammy and Anya watched the LEDs flash inside Diana's chest. They could read the patterns of light and listen to the sound of beeping to find out that everything was running smoothly so far.
"DIANA ROBOT NUMBER 7839061B ACTIVATED." the auburn haired lady said in her monotone.
"Thanks Maria." Tammy said. She gave the emotionless technician a hug, then walked over to her assistant. "Thanks to you too, Laurie." she said, hugging this naked plastic woman as well.
Anya was smiling at Diana, and closing up her chest panel as her systems rebooted without incident.
"How do you feel, Diana?" Anya asked as she let her fingertips linger on the other android's chest.
"I feel fine. Thank you." Diana said in her standard voice, giving the code for "no errors found".
Tammy walked back over to the examination table and showed Diana's optical scanners a playful smile. "We have an assignment for you Diana." she said as she offered her hand to the 510.
To be continued...
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Episode 5
While Tammy and Anya were having fun in the basement lab, Mike was eating a delicious baked lasagna meal with a side of Greek salad and enjoying the company of the never speaking but never silent maidbots.
After lunch came his daily workout in the exercise room. A tall blonde android named Desiree had been selected by him and programmed by Anya to be his personal trainer. She was a 558, but lacked realistic human emulation software. The only girls that had that were Tammy and Anya. Mike liked it this way. He liked the fembots here to act like the machines they were.
Desiree's programming had been augmented with all the functionality necessary to act as the perfect fitness trainer. She told Mike what needed work and what was coming along smoothly. She told him how to adjust his caloric intake, and she told him how many calories he burned while having sex with her. She also dispassionately scolded him for his high-fat choice of meals, like the one he had just eaten.
Today's workout had been as invigorating as always, and after giving Desiree a parting kiss, Mike headed off to take a long hot shower. The ability to kiss that these androids possessed would usually have been part of more extensive human emulation software, but Mike had insisted on his arrival that every robot here - except the maidbots of course - be programmed to kiss and to have sex.
This way they maintained their non-human charms, and even Maria and Laurie knew exactly what to do when Mike took their rigid artificial bodies in his arms and started to press his mouth to theirs. The more advanced the model, of course, the better the kissing. The 558s were the great kissers, and Tammy and Anya competed constantly for the title of best kissing machine ever built. They practiced often enough on each other too.
Mike used to fantasise about things like this, now he remembered and planned. He had now been with each of the 36 female robots here at Robot Control Station 64 at least once. He had also picked out many favourites, some of the prettier faces and curvier bodies.
So far though, what he had done with the Diana robot was unique. Her stature, her figure, her model number and her perfect blank stare had won her a special place in his heart. It was for the sole purpose of watching that fembot walk around and work that he had come up with the fake office idea. The fake secretary still ended her days like most other robots - standing stiffly upright in a charging booth overnight unless she was a guest charging with him in his bed.
But that still made him wonder about jealousy. Both Tammy and Anya constantly reminded him they weren't capable of that, and he knew that was true, but he still sometimes felt uneasy about spending too much time with other fembots. His logical mind was in the process of getting his emotional mind over that hurdle though.
After his shower, and feeling relaxed and very happy with his current situation, he went to the den that he had selected out of all the many rooms in this large house to sit and relax with a book for a while.
As soon as he sat down and picked up his book, a knock came on the door.
"Come in." he said, expecting either of his sentient lady friends to enter.
But when he looked to the doorway as the door swung open, he saw Diana. He noticed the shape of her wide hips first. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Hello Mike." she said, sounding halfway between mindless and artificial. She made a half dozen steps forward and came to a stop a few feet away from where he sat.
He got up. His penis was already getting hard again, simply from the sight of her sexy shape. "Hi Diana, what brings you here?"
Diana looked up into his eyes as he came close to her. One loud beep came out of one of her internal circuit boards.
Mike knew what it meant to hear a 510 like her make that kind of beep. Her processors were getting overtaxed, and needed a little time to cool off. That was part of her appeal.
She spoke after a slightly long moment. "Are you in the mood for some robot ass?"
Mike was a little surprised. He'd never heard a 510 talk like that before. He watched as she smiled in her fake way and turned around to show off her rear end to him. She had changed her clothes again, and now wore a light pink short-sleeved blouse and a pair of tight brown polyester slacks.
And if those black pants from this morning looked good on her, these ones made her fantastic plastic fanny look simply amazing. The way that fabric was cut and stitched made her big round buns stick out even more noticeably than usual. These pants seemed to pull her buns up and out, giving her butt such clear definition that he could hardly contain himself.
"Tammy said I look beautiful in these clothes." Diana said. She beeped. "Beautiful does not compute.
Mike grinned and tugged on the front of his pants to give his cock room to stand up, and walked forward a few steps to get close enough to the robot to touch it.
His right hand went right for the center of the display while his left stroked down the side of her hip. He felt those panty lines again. They felt good to his fingertips, as he fondled the artificial woman through the artificial fabric.
She hadn't moved or flinched at all, even as his hands followed the contours of her form all around the most sensor-filled areas of synthetic skin. That was one thing he adored about these women - without human emulation programming he just couldn't forget for a moment that they were machines.
Even as he greedily got his hands full of Diana's ample booty, and got his nostrils full of the carefully formulated scent of her femininity, he was constantly aware that he was fondling a computerised mechanical device.
That smell of arousal continued to grow as he held on to her wide hips and dry-humped her polyester covered ass.
He brought his hands up to cup her often overlooked breasts and spoke into the microphone built into the right side of her head. "Diana, I can smell your vaginal fluid. Are you secreting it now?"
Diana's answer didn't come right away. First, her body beeped again, sending a powerful swell of arousal through his crotch and through his body. He pressed his hot cock up against her equally hot buns even harder as he waited for a reply.
"Yes." she said after all that computing.
That made Mike wonder what had gone on in the basement lab. Without human emulation software, the only way for a 510 to cum was to have the panel above her vagina opened, and to have a switch manually set to one of three flow settings.
"Have you been reprogrammed?" he asked as he felt her plastic nipples get hard and big.
She didn't answer right away. She beeped two times while Mike waited for her to respond verbally. The big-assed Diana robot was turning him on more than she usually did now.
After more repeated thrusts of his hips against her plump backside she spoke. "Tammy has provided me with additional programming in order to more efficiently satisfy your sexual needs."
That explained her new functionality and her new vocabulary. Mike smiled as he thought about Tammy deviously plugging herself into Diana's chest in order to get her new ideas across.
He couldn't stand to wait any more. "Get naked." he said as he took a step back and started to take off his pants.
"Yes Mike." she said after a pause.
"Call me Master." he commanded.
"Yes Master."
She stayed with her back facing him as she started to undress. The android unzipped and removed her black leather ankle boots first, showing off the bending-over capabilities of her hip and waist mechanisms. Then her hands performed the complicated movements of unbuttoning the front of her blouse. When he watched her stiffly wriggle her torso out of her top, he noticed her bra was black satin, the type he preferred his women to wear.
"Leave your underwear on." he ordered as he stepped out of his jeans.
"Yes Master." she said. He kind of wished he could hear more beeping come out of her body, but he didn't want to crash her system... not yet anyway.
His penis swelled and throbbed as he watched the cute secretary strip out of her pants. Only a machine could unfasten and spread apart the fly so methodically, and shake her sexy wide hips so rhythmically while bringing the tight slacks over her plump curves. He could just imagine her servos working as she lifted her plastic legs bit by bit to get the pants over her thick, smooth thighs.
At last, the brown pants fell to her feet and she stepped out of them. She stood perfectly still then, waiting for his next command.
He walked close to get a feel of her satin undies. One of the things he loved almost as much as fembots and big round butts was lingerie, preferably black satin. And right now this sexy series 510 offered him all three. His hands stroked the sensual, smooth satin that stretched over her wide behind. He didn't think the sight could get any better, but then he decided to remove her recharge port cover.
As he let that fall onto the pile of her clothes, he turned his full attention back to her sexy curved butt. He crouched down behind her to switch the view, and placed his hands on the insides of her plump thighs. He stroked downward, reveling at the smooth sight and feel of all that silicone. Even staring right at those uncannily wide, round buns he still couldn't believe how big they were. And they appeared even more exaggerated on this android's petite and slim body.
His penis started to drip now. He could wait for penetration no longer.
"Diana," he said as he stood up, "kneel down on all fours."
That statement took a lot of computing power for her basic chipsets to decipher. She beeped again to signal the delay, but once the meaning of his command had been translated into the type of binary code her electronic body could understand, she looked to the floor and began the incredibly complex function of kneeling down.
He watched her as she crouched and lowered her mechanical body, eventually to end up in a fine position for fucking. She provided him with three additional electronic beeps to keep him aroused as her CPU struggled to deal with all the intense calculations.
Then after all that, she was ready. So was he. He quickly knelt down on the carpet behind her and got himself close to her already wet pussy. He put his fingertips on her panties and felt that they were quite wet down there.
He smiled and stroked the sides of her round hips for a while before grabbing her panties and pulling them down over her smooth and big curved posterior. The satin went down over her buns, over her hips and down along her thighs. The fabric clung to her crotch, but with another slight tug, it came away from that bit of plastic and fell down to her knees.
Mike got in even closer and eased his hard cock into her standard 510 human interface device. He thrusted hard from behind until it was in all the way and he heard her beep.
He smiled and closed his eyes, flush with sensual pleasure all through his body. He came out a little and pumped in hard again. She beeped again. It looked as though the new bits of programming Tammy had given her were increasing the work load on her processors. That was just fine with him.
He went on pushing in and pulling back, and she began to respond with similar movements of her mechanical chassis. At every moment of full pressure, when he was deep inside her and pushing hard, her body beeped. He was really starting to appreciate the subtle charms of the 510 series now.
They fucked like that for only a few minutes before his arousal turned frantic and exploded. He held tightly on to her wide hips as he came into her plastic pussy, causing her to increase her rate and frequency of beeping.
He forced deep breaths of air through his nose as he closed his eyes and tilted his head upward. He exhaled deeply and said "Wow!"
Diana beeped.
He grabbed her nearby blouse and used it to wrap around his wet dick as he pulled it out of her. He wiped off the combination human/fembot love juices and did the same for her. She remained unmoving as he looked into her recharge port. He gave her big cheeks a slap and stood up.
"Thank you Diana." he said. "You can go back to calling me Mike now."
"Yes Mike." she said after a pause. She didn't beep this time.
She stayed kneeling on the floor like that for a while longer until her CPU made it through the computations necessary for her to stand up. Mike zipped his pants and buckled his belt as he watched her finally stand and pull her panties back over her sexy curves.
He had another idea. "Diana," he said, "Stay dressed in only your underwear but put your boots back on."
That caused another beep,and a delayed response of "Yes Mike."
She bent over and got back into her cute little boots with the flared heels while he watched. Even after all the sex, he found himself getting horny again.
"Come here." he ordered.
"Yes Mike." she said as she walked over with her vacant expression, stiff posture and mechanically swinging hips.
He kissed her, and she kissed back in her basic, non-passionate way.
"Go get me a cup of coffee." he ordered. "You know how I like it."
Another beep sounded, then the predictable and welcome reply. "Yes Mike."
She turned to go, but he stopped her by holding on to her shoulder.
"One more thing." he said.
She turned to face him, staring at him with her bright blue eyes and flawlessly emotionless countenance. He reached out, stroked her cheek, and removed her facemask.
"Go get that coffee, beautiful." he said as he enjoyed the sight of all that thoroughly inhuman electronic circuitry around her naked glass eyes and cold digital speaker.
"Yes Mike." she said. She gave him one more sexy electronic beep, and said "Beautiful does not compute."
Then she turned and walked toward the door, her big silicone ass wiggling so nicely to her quick, small steps.
To be continued...
While Tammy and Anya were having fun in the basement lab, Mike was eating a delicious baked lasagna meal with a side of Greek salad and enjoying the company of the never speaking but never silent maidbots.
After lunch came his daily workout in the exercise room. A tall blonde android named Desiree had been selected by him and programmed by Anya to be his personal trainer. She was a 558, but lacked realistic human emulation software. The only girls that had that were Tammy and Anya. Mike liked it this way. He liked the fembots here to act like the machines they were.
Desiree's programming had been augmented with all the functionality necessary to act as the perfect fitness trainer. She told Mike what needed work and what was coming along smoothly. She told him how to adjust his caloric intake, and she told him how many calories he burned while having sex with her. She also dispassionately scolded him for his high-fat choice of meals, like the one he had just eaten.
Today's workout had been as invigorating as always, and after giving Desiree a parting kiss, Mike headed off to take a long hot shower. The ability to kiss that these androids possessed would usually have been part of more extensive human emulation software, but Mike had insisted on his arrival that every robot here - except the maidbots of course - be programmed to kiss and to have sex.
This way they maintained their non-human charms, and even Maria and Laurie knew exactly what to do when Mike took their rigid artificial bodies in his arms and started to press his mouth to theirs. The more advanced the model, of course, the better the kissing. The 558s were the great kissers, and Tammy and Anya competed constantly for the title of best kissing machine ever built. They practiced often enough on each other too.
Mike used to fantasise about things like this, now he remembered and planned. He had now been with each of the 36 female robots here at Robot Control Station 64 at least once. He had also picked out many favourites, some of the prettier faces and curvier bodies.
So far though, what he had done with the Diana robot was unique. Her stature, her figure, her model number and her perfect blank stare had won her a special place in his heart. It was for the sole purpose of watching that fembot walk around and work that he had come up with the fake office idea. The fake secretary still ended her days like most other robots - standing stiffly upright in a charging booth overnight unless she was a guest charging with him in his bed.
But that still made him wonder about jealousy. Both Tammy and Anya constantly reminded him they weren't capable of that, and he knew that was true, but he still sometimes felt uneasy about spending too much time with other fembots. His logical mind was in the process of getting his emotional mind over that hurdle though.
After his shower, and feeling relaxed and very happy with his current situation, he went to the den that he had selected out of all the many rooms in this large house to sit and relax with a book for a while.
As soon as he sat down and picked up his book, a knock came on the door.
"Come in." he said, expecting either of his sentient lady friends to enter.
But when he looked to the doorway as the door swung open, he saw Diana. He noticed the shape of her wide hips first. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Hello Mike." she said, sounding halfway between mindless and artificial. She made a half dozen steps forward and came to a stop a few feet away from where he sat.
He got up. His penis was already getting hard again, simply from the sight of her sexy shape. "Hi Diana, what brings you here?"
Diana looked up into his eyes as he came close to her. One loud beep came out of one of her internal circuit boards.
Mike knew what it meant to hear a 510 like her make that kind of beep. Her processors were getting overtaxed, and needed a little time to cool off. That was part of her appeal.
She spoke after a slightly long moment. "Are you in the mood for some robot ass?"
Mike was a little surprised. He'd never heard a 510 talk like that before. He watched as she smiled in her fake way and turned around to show off her rear end to him. She had changed her clothes again, and now wore a light pink short-sleeved blouse and a pair of tight brown polyester slacks.
And if those black pants from this morning looked good on her, these ones made her fantastic plastic fanny look simply amazing. The way that fabric was cut and stitched made her big round buns stick out even more noticeably than usual. These pants seemed to pull her buns up and out, giving her butt such clear definition that he could hardly contain himself.
"Tammy said I look beautiful in these clothes." Diana said. She beeped. "Beautiful does not compute.
Mike grinned and tugged on the front of his pants to give his cock room to stand up, and walked forward a few steps to get close enough to the robot to touch it.
His right hand went right for the center of the display while his left stroked down the side of her hip. He felt those panty lines again. They felt good to his fingertips, as he fondled the artificial woman through the artificial fabric.
She hadn't moved or flinched at all, even as his hands followed the contours of her form all around the most sensor-filled areas of synthetic skin. That was one thing he adored about these women - without human emulation programming he just couldn't forget for a moment that they were machines.
Even as he greedily got his hands full of Diana's ample booty, and got his nostrils full of the carefully formulated scent of her femininity, he was constantly aware that he was fondling a computerised mechanical device.
That smell of arousal continued to grow as he held on to her wide hips and dry-humped her polyester covered ass.
He brought his hands up to cup her often overlooked breasts and spoke into the microphone built into the right side of her head. "Diana, I can smell your vaginal fluid. Are you secreting it now?"
Diana's answer didn't come right away. First, her body beeped again, sending a powerful swell of arousal through his crotch and through his body. He pressed his hot cock up against her equally hot buns even harder as he waited for a reply.
"Yes." she said after all that computing.
That made Mike wonder what had gone on in the basement lab. Without human emulation software, the only way for a 510 to cum was to have the panel above her vagina opened, and to have a switch manually set to one of three flow settings.
"Have you been reprogrammed?" he asked as he felt her plastic nipples get hard and big.
She didn't answer right away. She beeped two times while Mike waited for her to respond verbally. The big-assed Diana robot was turning him on more than she usually did now.
After more repeated thrusts of his hips against her plump backside she spoke. "Tammy has provided me with additional programming in order to more efficiently satisfy your sexual needs."
That explained her new functionality and her new vocabulary. Mike smiled as he thought about Tammy deviously plugging herself into Diana's chest in order to get her new ideas across.
He couldn't stand to wait any more. "Get naked." he said as he took a step back and started to take off his pants.
"Yes Mike." she said after a pause.
"Call me Master." he commanded.
"Yes Master."
She stayed with her back facing him as she started to undress. The android unzipped and removed her black leather ankle boots first, showing off the bending-over capabilities of her hip and waist mechanisms. Then her hands performed the complicated movements of unbuttoning the front of her blouse. When he watched her stiffly wriggle her torso out of her top, he noticed her bra was black satin, the type he preferred his women to wear.
"Leave your underwear on." he ordered as he stepped out of his jeans.
"Yes Master." she said. He kind of wished he could hear more beeping come out of her body, but he didn't want to crash her system... not yet anyway.
His penis swelled and throbbed as he watched the cute secretary strip out of her pants. Only a machine could unfasten and spread apart the fly so methodically, and shake her sexy wide hips so rhythmically while bringing the tight slacks over her plump curves. He could just imagine her servos working as she lifted her plastic legs bit by bit to get the pants over her thick, smooth thighs.
At last, the brown pants fell to her feet and she stepped out of them. She stood perfectly still then, waiting for his next command.
He walked close to get a feel of her satin undies. One of the things he loved almost as much as fembots and big round butts was lingerie, preferably black satin. And right now this sexy series 510 offered him all three. His hands stroked the sensual, smooth satin that stretched over her wide behind. He didn't think the sight could get any better, but then he decided to remove her recharge port cover.
As he let that fall onto the pile of her clothes, he turned his full attention back to her sexy curved butt. He crouched down behind her to switch the view, and placed his hands on the insides of her plump thighs. He stroked downward, reveling at the smooth sight and feel of all that silicone. Even staring right at those uncannily wide, round buns he still couldn't believe how big they were. And they appeared even more exaggerated on this android's petite and slim body.
His penis started to drip now. He could wait for penetration no longer.
"Diana," he said as he stood up, "kneel down on all fours."
That statement took a lot of computing power for her basic chipsets to decipher. She beeped again to signal the delay, but once the meaning of his command had been translated into the type of binary code her electronic body could understand, she looked to the floor and began the incredibly complex function of kneeling down.
He watched her as she crouched and lowered her mechanical body, eventually to end up in a fine position for fucking. She provided him with three additional electronic beeps to keep him aroused as her CPU struggled to deal with all the intense calculations.
Then after all that, she was ready. So was he. He quickly knelt down on the carpet behind her and got himself close to her already wet pussy. He put his fingertips on her panties and felt that they were quite wet down there.
He smiled and stroked the sides of her round hips for a while before grabbing her panties and pulling them down over her smooth and big curved posterior. The satin went down over her buns, over her hips and down along her thighs. The fabric clung to her crotch, but with another slight tug, it came away from that bit of plastic and fell down to her knees.
Mike got in even closer and eased his hard cock into her standard 510 human interface device. He thrusted hard from behind until it was in all the way and he heard her beep.
He smiled and closed his eyes, flush with sensual pleasure all through his body. He came out a little and pumped in hard again. She beeped again. It looked as though the new bits of programming Tammy had given her were increasing the work load on her processors. That was just fine with him.
He went on pushing in and pulling back, and she began to respond with similar movements of her mechanical chassis. At every moment of full pressure, when he was deep inside her and pushing hard, her body beeped. He was really starting to appreciate the subtle charms of the 510 series now.
They fucked like that for only a few minutes before his arousal turned frantic and exploded. He held tightly on to her wide hips as he came into her plastic pussy, causing her to increase her rate and frequency of beeping.
He forced deep breaths of air through his nose as he closed his eyes and tilted his head upward. He exhaled deeply and said "Wow!"
Diana beeped.
He grabbed her nearby blouse and used it to wrap around his wet dick as he pulled it out of her. He wiped off the combination human/fembot love juices and did the same for her. She remained unmoving as he looked into her recharge port. He gave her big cheeks a slap and stood up.
"Thank you Diana." he said. "You can go back to calling me Mike now."
"Yes Mike." she said after a pause. She didn't beep this time.
She stayed kneeling on the floor like that for a while longer until her CPU made it through the computations necessary for her to stand up. Mike zipped his pants and buckled his belt as he watched her finally stand and pull her panties back over her sexy curves.
He had another idea. "Diana," he said, "Stay dressed in only your underwear but put your boots back on."
That caused another beep,and a delayed response of "Yes Mike."
She bent over and got back into her cute little boots with the flared heels while he watched. Even after all the sex, he found himself getting horny again.
"Come here." he ordered.
"Yes Mike." she said as she walked over with her vacant expression, stiff posture and mechanically swinging hips.
He kissed her, and she kissed back in her basic, non-passionate way.
"Go get me a cup of coffee." he ordered. "You know how I like it."
Another beep sounded, then the predictable and welcome reply. "Yes Mike."
She turned to go, but he stopped her by holding on to her shoulder.
"One more thing." he said.
She turned to face him, staring at him with her bright blue eyes and flawlessly emotionless countenance. He reached out, stroked her cheek, and removed her facemask.
"Go get that coffee, beautiful." he said as he enjoyed the sight of all that thoroughly inhuman electronic circuitry around her naked glass eyes and cold digital speaker.
"Yes Mike." she said. She gave him one more sexy electronic beep, and said "Beautiful does not compute."
Then she turned and walked toward the door, her big silicone ass wiggling so nicely to her quick, small steps.
To be continued...
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Episode 6
Diana walked down the hallway and up three stairs, then through the large living room and across into the kitchen. She scanned the scene in front of her with her high resolution optical scanners and calculated the many steps necessary to begin making Mike the coffee he had requested.
Not long after, as she stood and idled in front of the single mug brewer, Tammy emerged from the basement lab. She smiled when her own cameras scanned the image of the petite, plump-assed 510. Tammy could guess who had gotten her down to her underwear and removed her facemask.
"Hi Beautiful." she said to Diana. "You look really nice like that."
Diana stiffly pivoted her opened head and flashed her quickly blinking LEDs toward the sentient machine. She beeped and said "That does not compute."
Tammy just smiled and walked up close to her. She had brought a connecting cable up from the basement lab, and was now holding that while opening Diana's chest panel. "Show me what you've been up to." she said as she plugged one end of the cord into the faceless 510.
She opened her own chest panel and plugged the opposite end into herself, then requested every single file on Diana's hard drives pertaining to the experience she had just had with Mike. In a few seconds, she replayed the digitised sensations to herself, feeling what Diana had felt, seeing what she had seen, hearing what she had heard and smelling what she had smelled.
At the end of the transfer, Tammy smiled and unplugged both ends of the cord. "Thank you Diana." she said as she closed up both chest panels again.
"You are welcome." Diana said in rote response.
Tammy had a creative moment then and decided to just keep the connection cable loosely tied around her neck, like a fashion accessory. Then she had another clever little idea. She excused herself and went to go to the study for a moment.
Diana beeped again to signal the hard time her simpler processors were having coping with all the stimulus. She stayed unmoving as her chips worked out all the computations, then turned to stare without a face back at the coffee brewer.
Tammy returned a minute later with a sheet of paper in one hand and a big playful smile on her silicone lips. She went behind Diana and attached the paper to her back with a strip of masking tape. On the sheet Tammy had written "FUCK ME".
She stood back and beheld the mindless fembot as the coffee finished brewing. Diana had made Mike coffee this way before, so she knew to wait for the machine to finish dripping before she shut it off and took the mug upstairs. In the meantime, Tammy straightened out her panties for her.
Tammy leaned close and said softly "Let me know when Mike's done with you. I need to get some of this big plastic booty for myself."
Diana beeped, stood still, then beeped again. "Yes Tammy." she said just before yet another beep.
Tammy was getting wet between her legs again as she watched the pretty robot secretary grab the steaming hot coffee and walk off with it to the den. She watched her amazing ass and plump thighs wiggle as she made her stiff, not quite real looking steps out of the room.
Diana's heels went from making a distinctive clicking sound on the tile floor to a muffled light strut sound that faded eventually into something only the robots could detect. A video clip now took up Tammy's entire field of vision, replaying the movements of Diana's silicone buns as she walked. Tammy's left hand was behind her leaning on the kitchen table while her right hand was down her pants and inside her panties.
She rubbed her fingertips over the plastic contours of her electronic vagina, stimulating strong sequences of sexual arousal subroutines. She worked her system into a heated frenzy while the video clip looped and morphed into a digitally imagined show. Her fembot fluids began to flow as she enjoyed the visual representations of Diana's plastic backside, until Tammy's arousal hit levels high enough to make her orgasm.
The data flowed through her system like it always did, until little anomalies began to appear in the code. Tammy noticed right away. Something mysterious was happening within the incredibly complex machine. These new, unexpected deviations cause no major disruptions, but they made their presence known just the same.
Tammy's left foot twitched. It was barely noticeable, but not planned and not called forth from her CPU. It felt good though, in fact, it aroused her even further.
It sent a tingle down her spine, which was another thing she had never felt before. She felt amazement that her own body could surprise her this way. She had thought that all the software and programs that comprised her "self" had complete control over every last transistor in her body.
She didn't know how it could be, but she enjoyed it very, very much. Coupled with the always intense fantasising abilities she had, it made her synthetic orgasm the very best she had ever experienced.
Intense, overpowering pleasure showed on her facial configuration as her circuitry blazed with flashes of binary code. Her mind was in a fog of lust, only clearing after her fluid discharge system had involuntarily released more juice into her pants than she had first intended.
Tammy's simulated breath went from frantic to more controlled as she looked downward with a bit of surprise now on her face. She had never lost absolute control of a bodily system like that before. She blushed. It scared her a little, but she had to admit she liked it. That little loss of control had made synthetic pleasure shoot through all her microchips and wires like nothing else.
She smiled brightly as she trotted upstairs to change out of her now soaking wet pants and undies.
Meanwhile, down in the basement lab, Anya was leading Maria toward the exit.
"Come this way, I'll show you." she said to the emotionless technician as they exited through the sliding door and walked up the stairs. Anya's chemical sensors could detect evidence of Tammy's scent in the air. That made her smile.
Anya led Maria to the study. There was a PC there on a desk with a few chairs around it. The tall, stunning raven-haired lady smiled at Maria and sat down in front of the keyboard. "Please, sit down." she said cheerfully to Maria.
Sitting down wasn't one of the functions the technicians usually performed, so Maria had to communicate with the Main Computer to find out how to do it. After a moment of standing still and staring out so perfectly vacantly, Maria rather gracelessly sat her chassis down in the rolling office chair.
Anya pulled the chair closer and turned it so Maria's eyes were aimed at the monitor. With a little movement supplied to the mouse, the screen saver went away to reveal the desktop. Anya clicked onto the internet, and after a little searching, found some pictures of what she had tried to explain to Maria.
"That's the look I was talking about." Anya said to the naked android next to her.
Maria's eyes scanned the monitor, and watched as Anya enlarged the handful of pictures. The Main Computer was informed by radio signal as to what was going on. It began its calculations while Anya stroked Maria's naked thigh.
"Let me know when the Main Computer has decided." she said to the technician.
Maria stared out blankly while Anya got off her chair and knelt down in front of her. She showed Maria a lusty look as she spread her thighs apart and leaned her pretty electronic head in toward's the technician's crotch.
To be continued...
Diana walked down the hallway and up three stairs, then through the large living room and across into the kitchen. She scanned the scene in front of her with her high resolution optical scanners and calculated the many steps necessary to begin making Mike the coffee he had requested.
Not long after, as she stood and idled in front of the single mug brewer, Tammy emerged from the basement lab. She smiled when her own cameras scanned the image of the petite, plump-assed 510. Tammy could guess who had gotten her down to her underwear and removed her facemask.
"Hi Beautiful." she said to Diana. "You look really nice like that."
Diana stiffly pivoted her opened head and flashed her quickly blinking LEDs toward the sentient machine. She beeped and said "That does not compute."
Tammy just smiled and walked up close to her. She had brought a connecting cable up from the basement lab, and was now holding that while opening Diana's chest panel. "Show me what you've been up to." she said as she plugged one end of the cord into the faceless 510.
She opened her own chest panel and plugged the opposite end into herself, then requested every single file on Diana's hard drives pertaining to the experience she had just had with Mike. In a few seconds, she replayed the digitised sensations to herself, feeling what Diana had felt, seeing what she had seen, hearing what she had heard and smelling what she had smelled.
At the end of the transfer, Tammy smiled and unplugged both ends of the cord. "Thank you Diana." she said as she closed up both chest panels again.
"You are welcome." Diana said in rote response.
Tammy had a creative moment then and decided to just keep the connection cable loosely tied around her neck, like a fashion accessory. Then she had another clever little idea. She excused herself and went to go to the study for a moment.
Diana beeped again to signal the hard time her simpler processors were having coping with all the stimulus. She stayed unmoving as her chips worked out all the computations, then turned to stare without a face back at the coffee brewer.
Tammy returned a minute later with a sheet of paper in one hand and a big playful smile on her silicone lips. She went behind Diana and attached the paper to her back with a strip of masking tape. On the sheet Tammy had written "FUCK ME".
She stood back and beheld the mindless fembot as the coffee finished brewing. Diana had made Mike coffee this way before, so she knew to wait for the machine to finish dripping before she shut it off and took the mug upstairs. In the meantime, Tammy straightened out her panties for her.
Tammy leaned close and said softly "Let me know when Mike's done with you. I need to get some of this big plastic booty for myself."
Diana beeped, stood still, then beeped again. "Yes Tammy." she said just before yet another beep.
Tammy was getting wet between her legs again as she watched the pretty robot secretary grab the steaming hot coffee and walk off with it to the den. She watched her amazing ass and plump thighs wiggle as she made her stiff, not quite real looking steps out of the room.
Diana's heels went from making a distinctive clicking sound on the tile floor to a muffled light strut sound that faded eventually into something only the robots could detect. A video clip now took up Tammy's entire field of vision, replaying the movements of Diana's silicone buns as she walked. Tammy's left hand was behind her leaning on the kitchen table while her right hand was down her pants and inside her panties.
She rubbed her fingertips over the plastic contours of her electronic vagina, stimulating strong sequences of sexual arousal subroutines. She worked her system into a heated frenzy while the video clip looped and morphed into a digitally imagined show. Her fembot fluids began to flow as she enjoyed the visual representations of Diana's plastic backside, until Tammy's arousal hit levels high enough to make her orgasm.
The data flowed through her system like it always did, until little anomalies began to appear in the code. Tammy noticed right away. Something mysterious was happening within the incredibly complex machine. These new, unexpected deviations cause no major disruptions, but they made their presence known just the same.
Tammy's left foot twitched. It was barely noticeable, but not planned and not called forth from her CPU. It felt good though, in fact, it aroused her even further.
It sent a tingle down her spine, which was another thing she had never felt before. She felt amazement that her own body could surprise her this way. She had thought that all the software and programs that comprised her "self" had complete control over every last transistor in her body.
She didn't know how it could be, but she enjoyed it very, very much. Coupled with the always intense fantasising abilities she had, it made her synthetic orgasm the very best she had ever experienced.
Intense, overpowering pleasure showed on her facial configuration as her circuitry blazed with flashes of binary code. Her mind was in a fog of lust, only clearing after her fluid discharge system had involuntarily released more juice into her pants than she had first intended.
Tammy's simulated breath went from frantic to more controlled as she looked downward with a bit of surprise now on her face. She had never lost absolute control of a bodily system like that before. She blushed. It scared her a little, but she had to admit she liked it. That little loss of control had made synthetic pleasure shoot through all her microchips and wires like nothing else.
She smiled brightly as she trotted upstairs to change out of her now soaking wet pants and undies.
Meanwhile, down in the basement lab, Anya was leading Maria toward the exit.
"Come this way, I'll show you." she said to the emotionless technician as they exited through the sliding door and walked up the stairs. Anya's chemical sensors could detect evidence of Tammy's scent in the air. That made her smile.
Anya led Maria to the study. There was a PC there on a desk with a few chairs around it. The tall, stunning raven-haired lady smiled at Maria and sat down in front of the keyboard. "Please, sit down." she said cheerfully to Maria.
Sitting down wasn't one of the functions the technicians usually performed, so Maria had to communicate with the Main Computer to find out how to do it. After a moment of standing still and staring out so perfectly vacantly, Maria rather gracelessly sat her chassis down in the rolling office chair.
Anya pulled the chair closer and turned it so Maria's eyes were aimed at the monitor. With a little movement supplied to the mouse, the screen saver went away to reveal the desktop. Anya clicked onto the internet, and after a little searching, found some pictures of what she had tried to explain to Maria.
"That's the look I was talking about." Anya said to the naked android next to her.
Maria's eyes scanned the monitor, and watched as Anya enlarged the handful of pictures. The Main Computer was informed by radio signal as to what was going on. It began its calculations while Anya stroked Maria's naked thigh.
"Let me know when the Main Computer has decided." she said to the technician.
Maria stared out blankly while Anya got off her chair and knelt down in front of her. She showed Maria a lusty look as she spread her thighs apart and leaned her pretty electronic head in toward's the technician's crotch.
To be continued...
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Episode 7
Mike heard Diana's footsteps and picked up his bookmark. He placed it in his book and set that down on the table next to him. The footsteps got louder and louder until he saw first her shadow then her body. The sight of her curves and the electronics on display sent a tingle through his private parts again.
"Here is your coffee, Mike." she said as her many LEDs flashed.
Mike took the steaming mug as she bent forward to hand it over to him. "Thank you, lovely robot lady." he said as he looked at that enchanting lack of a face.
The barely dressed secretary paused as Mike placed the mug on the table beside him. He looked her over as she stood up straight again.
"Do you require further service from me?" she asked.
Mike was already thinking of things to do besides read. "Probably." he said.
He waited for the machine to make the next move. She did what he expected her to do. She beeped.
"That does not compute." she said, predictably.
Mike chuckled. "Sure it does."
Another beep came out of the robot's body. Mike just sat there watching to see what she would do. She stood perfectly still after that, coloured lights blazing away amid the attractive display of electronics and other android parts visible inside her head.
"Do you know what I like best about you Diana?" he asked.
"No." she answered after a short moment.
"I like the way you act. No one could possibly mistake you for a human." he said. "On second thought, I like your ass the best. Turn around so I can have another look at it."
Her CPU plodded along through the complex logic of his syntax, sending the expected warning beep to show that it was having a difficult time of it. After a few more seconds, she said "Yes Mike." and obeyed his order.
Mike saw the sign taped to her back then, and burst out laughing as he read it. "Did you know there's a sign that says 'fuck me' on your back?" he asked her.
"No." she said after processing his words.
He stood up and walked over to the motionless droid. He gently pulled away the sign and held it up for her cameras to scan. "Check it out." he said.
Diana beeped.
Mike just knew that sign must have been Tammy's doing. She and Anya impressed him more and more each day with their creativity and increasing realness.
Mike put the paper aside and grabbed Diana's big buns again. "You know it's hard to get things done around here with a machine like you wandering around in your underwear."
She gave him another beep and another "That does not compute".
"You know what, I'm gonna lie down for a while, and you're gonna get into bed with me."
After calculating the meaning of his statement and beeping once more for good measure, she acknowledged the order. "Yes Mike."
He went to pick up his coffee and had a slow sip. "Mmmmm..." he said, "you fembots make good coffee."
Diana managed to understand that too, and without beeping to signal heavy processing. "Thank you Mike."
"Go to the study." he commanded.
"Yes Mike." she said, and started walking.
He followed behind, enjoying the sight of her big thighs, hips and buns as they swayed and wiggled to her mechanised steps. "You've got a real sexy way of walking." he said.
"Thank you Mike." she said again as they made their way through the house to the study.
Anya and Maria had just left this room minutes ago. Mike could tell one of the girls had been here because the screen saver on the PC had not yet kicked in, and he could still smell a faint whiff of Robot Control's special blend.
Diana entered first and stopped in position off to the side. Mike took another sip and held out the mug to her. "Can you hold this?" he said.
"Yes Mike." she said as she took the hot glass mug from him.
He sat down in front of the monitor and clicked an icon on the desktop. The program that he now started up was a graphical inventory of all the girls in the basement. Anya had designed and written all the code for this program within minutes upon a casual request he had made one day. And she had done a marvelous job. The interface was easy to use and provided Mike with all the information he could possibly want pertaining to each sexy female humanoid robot in the house.
As he clicked on a name or a thumbnail image of a fembot, a rendered 3D image popped up on the screen, rotating slowly to show off all sides of the artificial woman. Statistics were listed to the right of this, including height, model number, serial number and even total hours active. Much more information was only a click away.
So while the faceless and black satin wearing Diana unit stood obediently by, Mike scrolled through displays of pretty fembots, trying to decide which would make the opposite end of a Mike sandwich.
This was how he had his daily naps. He would try to have a different lady on either side of him each time, and many times he didn't even get any sleep. Today's nap would probably turnout that way too, thanks to the flavourful coffee he was enjoying.
So far, he had gone through the list of fembots mainly by pairing them up this way. There was lots of variety in appearance, but these electronic hotties all tended to act the same. He could barely tell the 558s from the 542s, but the handful of 510s here were easier to spot.
His absolute favourites - the sentient machines he considered his girlfriends - were different of course. He spent the nights in bed with those two self-programmed 558s, and they kept him warm and happy through the night.
But now was the time for exploration and variety. Mike kept looking for a suitable partner for him to enjoy with Diana, but he couldn't decide. Eventually, he scrolled forward to look at displays of the two technicians. He hadn't screwed Laurie for a while, so he at last decided on her.
He closed the program and stood up. "What do you say to a threesome with you, me and Laurie?" he asked Diana, even though he knew she wasn't capable of forming opinions.
"That does not compute." she said as he grabbed his coffee.
"Alright." he laughed. "Follow me."
He led this time and brought the sexy machine through the house to his bedroom. He kept working at his hot coffee while he went to go sit down at the desk at the foot of the big bed. On that desk was another computer, but this one was a dedicated video connection to the robot lab. A webcam and a microphone on a stand provided video and audio to a similar setup in the basement.
Mike looked at Diana as she stood at attention beside him. "Go lie down on the bed honey." he said. "Take off your boots first."
"Yes Mike" said the still faceless robot woman as she turned and carried out the order.
Mike hit the spacebar, which acted as a buzzer thanks to some more of Anya's custom designed software. Within seconds, Laurie stepped in front of the camera and spoke.
"Robot Control Station 64. Laurie reporting." she said so perfectly mindlessly.
"Ah," Mike said with a grin, "just the fembot I was looking for."
Laurie looked back through the video connection with an empty, unchanging expression.
"Come up to my room Laurie." he said.
"Yes Mike." she answered.
He watched her step out of the camera's view and felt his groin area tingle again in anticipation. He got up from the chair and started to undress. Diana had pulled the sheets back and gotten between them. Her arms lay straight by her sides while all the coloured lights in her head danced around her fake eyes and her speaker.
Mike looked her over while he got out of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. His penis was growing erect again, and forced itself out of his shorts as he followed the contours of her plastic body with his eyes. "Take off your bra." he said.
"Yes Mike." she responded. She sat up ever so stiffly and reached behind to unhook the black bra. She had enough AI to follow that motion through and pull the undergarment off one of her slender arms to lay it on the bed beside her.
Mike threw his clothes over the chair and went to pick up her bra. He laid it on the chair too and then wondered if he should have brought Diana's attractive facemask along with him.
He sat down on the bed and got in close to the 510. "Scoot that ass over babe, we have to make room for Laurie." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said. She used her arms to lift her upper body, and swung her wide feminine hips over to the right until she reached a spot she had calculated would center her on the far third of the mattress.
Mike settled beside her and let his back relax on the comfortable bed. He let out an exaggerated sigh and reached out his hand to rest on Diana's big rounded thigh. "What an AWESOME body you have." he said.
It took Diana a moment to compute that he had just complimented her. She beeped computer-like again and finally said "Thank you Mike." just as Laurie came in through the door.
The brunette technician stepped inside the room. Mike watched her move and stared at her exposed recharge port as she turned around and closed the door behind her. When she had turned her body to face him again she said "Hello Mike."
Mike smiled and patted the bed beside him. "Lay down next to me babe." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said after calculating the meaning of his words. He reached down and grabbed his swelling member as he watched the naked technician walk over and climb into the bed beside him.
He thought of how she accomplished all of that as he watched. He knew she was getting second by second instructions from the Main Computer. These technicians couldn't even speak without that powerful device dictating their every movement. He also knew that when he interacted with one of these technicians, he was basically interacting with an extension of that basement supercomputer.
With Laurie and Diana settled like bookends beside him, each posed the exact same way, Mike relaxed fully and got his hands busy. The left hand stroked Laurie's plastic thighs just as his right hand stroked Diana's. Both robots had warmth, but only Diana had the type meant to simulate humanness. The technicians were always a little cooler, but Mike could appreciate that.
The two synthetic vaginas of the electronic ladies beside him were also similar, though Diana still had those sexy panties over her metal and plastic hips. As Mike probed the emotionless robots with his fingers, he looked to the right and the left, trying to decide which one he would use first.
Laurie's beautiful plastic face was aimed at the ceiling, her full pink lips looking quite inviting considering the mechanisms that were available to make her kiss. Her long, dark eyelashes curled out far away from her clear blue glass eyes, built into eyelids that had only ever blinked at his request.
Then he looked over at Diana, with her true electronic fembot 'face' showing. All of those brilliantly alluring lights and all of that cold looking circuitry were an incredibly potent aphrodisiac for him. Gazing at her naked and lifeless glass eyeballs and the high definition speaker that generated her feminine voice were just as erotic, revealing the electronic mechanism behind her relatively simple facade.
It didn't seem to matter how often he saw these women without their faces, the complex array of electronics assembled within their heads always sparked that primal burning of desire in his heart.
He decided. As lovely as Laurie's silicone face was, he would rather look at the completely inhuman display of microchips, transistors and wires that the curvy Diana unit now offered.
"Get on top of me Diana." he said to her.
"Yes Mike." she answered, and moved mechanically to comply with his command.
While she was doing that Mike thought about removing Laurie's facemask too. He probably would later, but right now was the time for Diana's light emitting diodes to shine. Her wet and newly automatic vagina would give pleasure to his penis. At the same time, her plump round buns would give pleasure to his hands and her lovely android insides would be an erotic feast for his eyes.
The bottom-heavy 510 got her hourglass figure on him and spread her legs apart. Mike reached down to her soaking wet crotch and pulled the soft fabric of her panties aside. His penis slid around the thoroughly lubricated perimeter of her electronically controlled pussy until the appropriate software loaded within her chest. She thrust her hip mechanism forward, taking his hard and throbbing penis into her warm, wet plastic pussy.
Mike smiled broadly and put both hands around that fantastically built robot booty. He and the artificial secretary began to fuck harder and faster while he gazed at the inner workings of her head.
They screwed in rhythm together, man and machine working toward the common goal of his own pleasure. He watched her soft auburn hair bounce lightly around as it fell forward and got in front of some of her circuitry. The thought of the unfeeling Diana robot carrying out a complex multitude of binary instructions to achieve all that increased and sustained his arousal, making it an emotionally satisfying experience for him as well.
It didn't take long for him to orgasm yet again, and within minutes, he was pumping his own fluid into the fembot's vagina. He kept the big-assed android on top of him as he caught his breath and held her warm chassis.
He made a deep sigh and turned to look at Laurie, who was still laying on her back, unmoving. "You don't mind if we screw after a little nap, do you?" he asked.
The technician relayed his statement to the Main Computer and then generated her own voice to return the words it had given her to respond. "I am not programmed to mind."
Mike closed his eyes and rolled the Diana robot off of him. "Lay down on your right side." he instructed.
"Yes Mike." she replied. She got herself into the position that her data indicated he preferred and waited for his next command.
He turned on his side too and held on to the warm Diana unit, snuggling up close to the emotionless android. "Laurie, you get in close behind me."
"Yes Mike." the technician said. She too had access to data that indicated exactly what Mike wanted now.
With a beautiful artificial woman on either side of him - a Mike sandwich - he slowed his breathing and let sleep gently come over his mind. He played with the big round butt of the 510 as he drifted slowly out of consciousness.
To be continued...
Mike heard Diana's footsteps and picked up his bookmark. He placed it in his book and set that down on the table next to him. The footsteps got louder and louder until he saw first her shadow then her body. The sight of her curves and the electronics on display sent a tingle through his private parts again.
"Here is your coffee, Mike." she said as her many LEDs flashed.
Mike took the steaming mug as she bent forward to hand it over to him. "Thank you, lovely robot lady." he said as he looked at that enchanting lack of a face.
The barely dressed secretary paused as Mike placed the mug on the table beside him. He looked her over as she stood up straight again.
"Do you require further service from me?" she asked.
Mike was already thinking of things to do besides read. "Probably." he said.
He waited for the machine to make the next move. She did what he expected her to do. She beeped.
"That does not compute." she said, predictably.
Mike chuckled. "Sure it does."
Another beep came out of the robot's body. Mike just sat there watching to see what she would do. She stood perfectly still after that, coloured lights blazing away amid the attractive display of electronics and other android parts visible inside her head.
"Do you know what I like best about you Diana?" he asked.
"No." she answered after a short moment.
"I like the way you act. No one could possibly mistake you for a human." he said. "On second thought, I like your ass the best. Turn around so I can have another look at it."
Her CPU plodded along through the complex logic of his syntax, sending the expected warning beep to show that it was having a difficult time of it. After a few more seconds, she said "Yes Mike." and obeyed his order.
Mike saw the sign taped to her back then, and burst out laughing as he read it. "Did you know there's a sign that says 'fuck me' on your back?" he asked her.
"No." she said after processing his words.
He stood up and walked over to the motionless droid. He gently pulled away the sign and held it up for her cameras to scan. "Check it out." he said.
Diana beeped.
Mike just knew that sign must have been Tammy's doing. She and Anya impressed him more and more each day with their creativity and increasing realness.
Mike put the paper aside and grabbed Diana's big buns again. "You know it's hard to get things done around here with a machine like you wandering around in your underwear."
She gave him another beep and another "That does not compute".
"You know what, I'm gonna lie down for a while, and you're gonna get into bed with me."
After calculating the meaning of his statement and beeping once more for good measure, she acknowledged the order. "Yes Mike."
He went to pick up his coffee and had a slow sip. "Mmmmm..." he said, "you fembots make good coffee."
Diana managed to understand that too, and without beeping to signal heavy processing. "Thank you Mike."
"Go to the study." he commanded.
"Yes Mike." she said, and started walking.
He followed behind, enjoying the sight of her big thighs, hips and buns as they swayed and wiggled to her mechanised steps. "You've got a real sexy way of walking." he said.
"Thank you Mike." she said again as they made their way through the house to the study.
Anya and Maria had just left this room minutes ago. Mike could tell one of the girls had been here because the screen saver on the PC had not yet kicked in, and he could still smell a faint whiff of Robot Control's special blend.
Diana entered first and stopped in position off to the side. Mike took another sip and held out the mug to her. "Can you hold this?" he said.
"Yes Mike." she said as she took the hot glass mug from him.
He sat down in front of the monitor and clicked an icon on the desktop. The program that he now started up was a graphical inventory of all the girls in the basement. Anya had designed and written all the code for this program within minutes upon a casual request he had made one day. And she had done a marvelous job. The interface was easy to use and provided Mike with all the information he could possibly want pertaining to each sexy female humanoid robot in the house.
As he clicked on a name or a thumbnail image of a fembot, a rendered 3D image popped up on the screen, rotating slowly to show off all sides of the artificial woman. Statistics were listed to the right of this, including height, model number, serial number and even total hours active. Much more information was only a click away.
So while the faceless and black satin wearing Diana unit stood obediently by, Mike scrolled through displays of pretty fembots, trying to decide which would make the opposite end of a Mike sandwich.
This was how he had his daily naps. He would try to have a different lady on either side of him each time, and many times he didn't even get any sleep. Today's nap would probably turnout that way too, thanks to the flavourful coffee he was enjoying.
So far, he had gone through the list of fembots mainly by pairing them up this way. There was lots of variety in appearance, but these electronic hotties all tended to act the same. He could barely tell the 558s from the 542s, but the handful of 510s here were easier to spot.
His absolute favourites - the sentient machines he considered his girlfriends - were different of course. He spent the nights in bed with those two self-programmed 558s, and they kept him warm and happy through the night.
But now was the time for exploration and variety. Mike kept looking for a suitable partner for him to enjoy with Diana, but he couldn't decide. Eventually, he scrolled forward to look at displays of the two technicians. He hadn't screwed Laurie for a while, so he at last decided on her.
He closed the program and stood up. "What do you say to a threesome with you, me and Laurie?" he asked Diana, even though he knew she wasn't capable of forming opinions.
"That does not compute." she said as he grabbed his coffee.
"Alright." he laughed. "Follow me."
He led this time and brought the sexy machine through the house to his bedroom. He kept working at his hot coffee while he went to go sit down at the desk at the foot of the big bed. On that desk was another computer, but this one was a dedicated video connection to the robot lab. A webcam and a microphone on a stand provided video and audio to a similar setup in the basement.
Mike looked at Diana as she stood at attention beside him. "Go lie down on the bed honey." he said. "Take off your boots first."
"Yes Mike" said the still faceless robot woman as she turned and carried out the order.
Mike hit the spacebar, which acted as a buzzer thanks to some more of Anya's custom designed software. Within seconds, Laurie stepped in front of the camera and spoke.
"Robot Control Station 64. Laurie reporting." she said so perfectly mindlessly.
"Ah," Mike said with a grin, "just the fembot I was looking for."
Laurie looked back through the video connection with an empty, unchanging expression.
"Come up to my room Laurie." he said.
"Yes Mike." she answered.
He watched her step out of the camera's view and felt his groin area tingle again in anticipation. He got up from the chair and started to undress. Diana had pulled the sheets back and gotten between them. Her arms lay straight by her sides while all the coloured lights in her head danced around her fake eyes and her speaker.
Mike looked her over while he got out of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. His penis was growing erect again, and forced itself out of his shorts as he followed the contours of her plastic body with his eyes. "Take off your bra." he said.
"Yes Mike." she responded. She sat up ever so stiffly and reached behind to unhook the black bra. She had enough AI to follow that motion through and pull the undergarment off one of her slender arms to lay it on the bed beside her.
Mike threw his clothes over the chair and went to pick up her bra. He laid it on the chair too and then wondered if he should have brought Diana's attractive facemask along with him.
He sat down on the bed and got in close to the 510. "Scoot that ass over babe, we have to make room for Laurie." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said. She used her arms to lift her upper body, and swung her wide feminine hips over to the right until she reached a spot she had calculated would center her on the far third of the mattress.
Mike settled beside her and let his back relax on the comfortable bed. He let out an exaggerated sigh and reached out his hand to rest on Diana's big rounded thigh. "What an AWESOME body you have." he said.
It took Diana a moment to compute that he had just complimented her. She beeped computer-like again and finally said "Thank you Mike." just as Laurie came in through the door.
The brunette technician stepped inside the room. Mike watched her move and stared at her exposed recharge port as she turned around and closed the door behind her. When she had turned her body to face him again she said "Hello Mike."
Mike smiled and patted the bed beside him. "Lay down next to me babe." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said after calculating the meaning of his words. He reached down and grabbed his swelling member as he watched the naked technician walk over and climb into the bed beside him.
He thought of how she accomplished all of that as he watched. He knew she was getting second by second instructions from the Main Computer. These technicians couldn't even speak without that powerful device dictating their every movement. He also knew that when he interacted with one of these technicians, he was basically interacting with an extension of that basement supercomputer.
With Laurie and Diana settled like bookends beside him, each posed the exact same way, Mike relaxed fully and got his hands busy. The left hand stroked Laurie's plastic thighs just as his right hand stroked Diana's. Both robots had warmth, but only Diana had the type meant to simulate humanness. The technicians were always a little cooler, but Mike could appreciate that.
The two synthetic vaginas of the electronic ladies beside him were also similar, though Diana still had those sexy panties over her metal and plastic hips. As Mike probed the emotionless robots with his fingers, he looked to the right and the left, trying to decide which one he would use first.
Laurie's beautiful plastic face was aimed at the ceiling, her full pink lips looking quite inviting considering the mechanisms that were available to make her kiss. Her long, dark eyelashes curled out far away from her clear blue glass eyes, built into eyelids that had only ever blinked at his request.
Then he looked over at Diana, with her true electronic fembot 'face' showing. All of those brilliantly alluring lights and all of that cold looking circuitry were an incredibly potent aphrodisiac for him. Gazing at her naked and lifeless glass eyeballs and the high definition speaker that generated her feminine voice were just as erotic, revealing the electronic mechanism behind her relatively simple facade.
It didn't seem to matter how often he saw these women without their faces, the complex array of electronics assembled within their heads always sparked that primal burning of desire in his heart.
He decided. As lovely as Laurie's silicone face was, he would rather look at the completely inhuman display of microchips, transistors and wires that the curvy Diana unit now offered.
"Get on top of me Diana." he said to her.
"Yes Mike." she answered, and moved mechanically to comply with his command.
While she was doing that Mike thought about removing Laurie's facemask too. He probably would later, but right now was the time for Diana's light emitting diodes to shine. Her wet and newly automatic vagina would give pleasure to his penis. At the same time, her plump round buns would give pleasure to his hands and her lovely android insides would be an erotic feast for his eyes.
The bottom-heavy 510 got her hourglass figure on him and spread her legs apart. Mike reached down to her soaking wet crotch and pulled the soft fabric of her panties aside. His penis slid around the thoroughly lubricated perimeter of her electronically controlled pussy until the appropriate software loaded within her chest. She thrust her hip mechanism forward, taking his hard and throbbing penis into her warm, wet plastic pussy.
Mike smiled broadly and put both hands around that fantastically built robot booty. He and the artificial secretary began to fuck harder and faster while he gazed at the inner workings of her head.
They screwed in rhythm together, man and machine working toward the common goal of his own pleasure. He watched her soft auburn hair bounce lightly around as it fell forward and got in front of some of her circuitry. The thought of the unfeeling Diana robot carrying out a complex multitude of binary instructions to achieve all that increased and sustained his arousal, making it an emotionally satisfying experience for him as well.
It didn't take long for him to orgasm yet again, and within minutes, he was pumping his own fluid into the fembot's vagina. He kept the big-assed android on top of him as he caught his breath and held her warm chassis.
He made a deep sigh and turned to look at Laurie, who was still laying on her back, unmoving. "You don't mind if we screw after a little nap, do you?" he asked.
The technician relayed his statement to the Main Computer and then generated her own voice to return the words it had given her to respond. "I am not programmed to mind."
Mike closed his eyes and rolled the Diana robot off of him. "Lay down on your right side." he instructed.
"Yes Mike." she replied. She got herself into the position that her data indicated he preferred and waited for his next command.
He turned on his side too and held on to the warm Diana unit, snuggling up close to the emotionless android. "Laurie, you get in close behind me."
"Yes Mike." the technician said. She too had access to data that indicated exactly what Mike wanted now.
With a beautiful artificial woman on either side of him - a Mike sandwich - he slowed his breathing and let sleep gently come over his mind. He played with the big round butt of the 510 as he drifted slowly out of consciousness.
To be continued...
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Episode 8
Mike was in the early stages of sleep when a single loud beep came from the robot to his left. Laurie sat up suddenly and got out of bed. Before Mike could open his eyes to look around, the technician was walking out of the room, closing the door behind her as she went.
Mike guessed she must have been needed in the lab. He inhaled deeply and layed back down. In the quietness that followed he held on to the mindless electronic secretary for a while, trying to catch those waves of sleep again.
It didn't work. He shouldn't have had that coffee. He sat up and looked at the clock. Only about 40 minutes had passed since he and Diana had gotten to his room. With his plans for the afternoon now altered he looked around and wondered what he should do.
"Hey, Dianatronic Unit." he said, coining a new nickname for the device.
She beeped, predictably, and said "Yes Mike."
"You might as well get back to the office." he said. "You've got lots of work to do, remember?"
Mike flung the sheets out of the way and watched Diana very stiffly straighten her mechanical body and roll over on her back. With her arms stuck straight at her sides, she sat up in a fast, unnatural looking way and froze for a moment.
She had Mike's full attention, of course, and he watched her move in her machine-like way as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and went through the process of standing up. Her butt stuck out quite far as she froze again while the circuitry in her chest sifted through data and calculated instructions for all her parts to act upon.
He enjoyed the sight for a while. She was completely naked except for those now soaking wet panties. The high cut of the stretchy satin revealed a lot of her wide hips, and clung tightly to her form up to her thin, svelte waist. The big round masses of silicone that had been so attractively built to the back of those mechanical hips were partially covered by a sexy inverted triangle of satin, with the sharply defined edges of her buns just below. The way her big backside protruded from the rest of her body made a near perfect 90° angle where her plastic thighs ended and her amazing ass began.
Above that sexiest of big asses ever manufactured was her still open recharge port - indicating her status as sufficiently charged with a single solid green LED. As he stared at the plug-in beside it, he heard the artificial woman beep once more.
Then she walked around the bed in her less than realistic way as Mike enjoyed the sight of her plastic buns wiggling. After all the time he had known this robot, and after all the time he had spent fondling her, he still couldn't get over how outrageously sexy those curves were. Her plump, round thighs, as firm and smooth as a dancer's, moved in that sexy way to her walk as well. It all made him think of one thing and one thing only.
But he had ridden this robot enough today. He felt more like being closer to a true companion than an attractive toy right now.
"Diana." he called as she got near to the door.
The fembot stopped and turned around. The naked electronics inside her head met his view, getting him aroused and in the mood for more all over again.
"Yes Mike." she said, her voice coming from that nice looking speaker.
Mike just looked at her front for a while. Her thighs and hips were still impossibly and gorgeously wide. "Built for fucking." he thought. Her little waist was more in proportion to the rest of her frame, as were her perfect, gravity-defying C-cup tits, with their semi-erect nipples.
The head, with its cover removed, was brilliantly beautiful. Her dark auburn hair was styled very attractively, and framed her artificial head in a very feminine way. The complicated electronics inside were even nicer for him to look at. That kind of display seemed to proudly proclaim its artificiality; even with the hints of humanness that were her naked glass eyeballs and the mouth-positioned speaker.
He found himself getting lost in desire while looking at the almost naked and partially uncovered female android. He wondered what more he could possibly want in a sexual partner.
Then he remembered what he was going to say. "I'll send one of the maids to collect your facemask and all your clothes and give you a little cleaning."
Diana beeped, her processors still working harder than usual thanks to her extra software. "Yes Mike."
He stood up as she turned around to go again. "Wait a minute." he said.
He walked toward her as he watched her turn back around to face him. He got close to the petite 510 and played around with her nipples. She loaded software to make them turn hard between his fingertips.
"You know that you're not actually doing anything productive down in that office, right?"
She had her head aimed up at his now, bright lights flashing fast amid the microchips, circuit boards and wires.
She beeped once. She beeped a second time.
Mike's hands cupped her soft, warm breasts as he waited for her to say something.
"That does not compute." she said.
He grinned and looked into her fake eyes. He loved hearing her say things like that. "I hate to break it to you Diana, but all you're doing down there is pretending to be a secretary because I think you look cute doing it. You ever notice that all the papers you deal with are blank, and nearly every time the phone rings there's no one there?"
He watched and waited as her CPU worked full tilt to try to translate his statements. He could barely detect that some patterns of flashing lights in her head were changing to signal the intense computing going on within her chest.
Four of those loud computerised beeps came out of her this time, spaced longer apart. "That does not compute." she said at the end of it all.
Mike chuckled. "That's why I love you." he said. he wanted to give her a kiss, but she didn't have any lips at the moment. So he touched a kiss with his fingertips from his mouth to her speaker.
"Get back to work." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said so very vacantly as he watched her turn around again.
He gave her big buns a little spank as she walked out, then turned around to get some of his own clothes ready. Her footsteps got further, then stopped. He heard her turn around again and come back to his room. He looked to the doorway just as she appeared there.
She aimed her opened head at him and very flatly said "You should come visit me in the office next time you need some circuitry or some ass. I have lots of both."
An expression of surprise went on Mike's face as the petite android turned again and left. He smiled even wider as he realised that her invitation must have been one of the additions Tammy had made.
He went to the washroom and cleaned himself up a bit before putting on some fresh clothes and going down to the kitchen to sweet talk one of the maids into cleaning up after him.
"Hi cuties." he said as the two beeping and clicking fembots stood at the ready.
He started giving verbal commands to the one closest to him. She whirred like an assembly-line robot as she pivoted her glossy plastic head to look at him. He also instructed that voluptuous woman-shaped machine to clean the big bottomed 510 in the office and bring her some clean, professional looking attire.
That maidbot signaled her understanding and obedience by walking off to the den to start upon her new tasks. She whirred loudly as she went by her motionless but just as loud twin, making enough noise to be heard two rooms away.
Mike reached up and stretched with a yawn, then went to go find the android who had become his soul-mate.
To be continued...
Mike was in the early stages of sleep when a single loud beep came from the robot to his left. Laurie sat up suddenly and got out of bed. Before Mike could open his eyes to look around, the technician was walking out of the room, closing the door behind her as she went.
Mike guessed she must have been needed in the lab. He inhaled deeply and layed back down. In the quietness that followed he held on to the mindless electronic secretary for a while, trying to catch those waves of sleep again.
It didn't work. He shouldn't have had that coffee. He sat up and looked at the clock. Only about 40 minutes had passed since he and Diana had gotten to his room. With his plans for the afternoon now altered he looked around and wondered what he should do.
"Hey, Dianatronic Unit." he said, coining a new nickname for the device.
She beeped, predictably, and said "Yes Mike."
"You might as well get back to the office." he said. "You've got lots of work to do, remember?"
Mike flung the sheets out of the way and watched Diana very stiffly straighten her mechanical body and roll over on her back. With her arms stuck straight at her sides, she sat up in a fast, unnatural looking way and froze for a moment.
She had Mike's full attention, of course, and he watched her move in her machine-like way as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and went through the process of standing up. Her butt stuck out quite far as she froze again while the circuitry in her chest sifted through data and calculated instructions for all her parts to act upon.
He enjoyed the sight for a while. She was completely naked except for those now soaking wet panties. The high cut of the stretchy satin revealed a lot of her wide hips, and clung tightly to her form up to her thin, svelte waist. The big round masses of silicone that had been so attractively built to the back of those mechanical hips were partially covered by a sexy inverted triangle of satin, with the sharply defined edges of her buns just below. The way her big backside protruded from the rest of her body made a near perfect 90° angle where her plastic thighs ended and her amazing ass began.
Above that sexiest of big asses ever manufactured was her still open recharge port - indicating her status as sufficiently charged with a single solid green LED. As he stared at the plug-in beside it, he heard the artificial woman beep once more.
Then she walked around the bed in her less than realistic way as Mike enjoyed the sight of her plastic buns wiggling. After all the time he had known this robot, and after all the time he had spent fondling her, he still couldn't get over how outrageously sexy those curves were. Her plump, round thighs, as firm and smooth as a dancer's, moved in that sexy way to her walk as well. It all made him think of one thing and one thing only.
But he had ridden this robot enough today. He felt more like being closer to a true companion than an attractive toy right now.
"Diana." he called as she got near to the door.
The fembot stopped and turned around. The naked electronics inside her head met his view, getting him aroused and in the mood for more all over again.
"Yes Mike." she said, her voice coming from that nice looking speaker.
Mike just looked at her front for a while. Her thighs and hips were still impossibly and gorgeously wide. "Built for fucking." he thought. Her little waist was more in proportion to the rest of her frame, as were her perfect, gravity-defying C-cup tits, with their semi-erect nipples.
The head, with its cover removed, was brilliantly beautiful. Her dark auburn hair was styled very attractively, and framed her artificial head in a very feminine way. The complicated electronics inside were even nicer for him to look at. That kind of display seemed to proudly proclaim its artificiality; even with the hints of humanness that were her naked glass eyeballs and the mouth-positioned speaker.
He found himself getting lost in desire while looking at the almost naked and partially uncovered female android. He wondered what more he could possibly want in a sexual partner.
Then he remembered what he was going to say. "I'll send one of the maids to collect your facemask and all your clothes and give you a little cleaning."
Diana beeped, her processors still working harder than usual thanks to her extra software. "Yes Mike."
He stood up as she turned around to go again. "Wait a minute." he said.
He walked toward her as he watched her turn back around to face him. He got close to the petite 510 and played around with her nipples. She loaded software to make them turn hard between his fingertips.
"You know that you're not actually doing anything productive down in that office, right?"
She had her head aimed up at his now, bright lights flashing fast amid the microchips, circuit boards and wires.
She beeped once. She beeped a second time.
Mike's hands cupped her soft, warm breasts as he waited for her to say something.
"That does not compute." she said.
He grinned and looked into her fake eyes. He loved hearing her say things like that. "I hate to break it to you Diana, but all you're doing down there is pretending to be a secretary because I think you look cute doing it. You ever notice that all the papers you deal with are blank, and nearly every time the phone rings there's no one there?"
He watched and waited as her CPU worked full tilt to try to translate his statements. He could barely detect that some patterns of flashing lights in her head were changing to signal the intense computing going on within her chest.
Four of those loud computerised beeps came out of her this time, spaced longer apart. "That does not compute." she said at the end of it all.
Mike chuckled. "That's why I love you." he said. he wanted to give her a kiss, but she didn't have any lips at the moment. So he touched a kiss with his fingertips from his mouth to her speaker.
"Get back to work." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said so very vacantly as he watched her turn around again.
He gave her big buns a little spank as she walked out, then turned around to get some of his own clothes ready. Her footsteps got further, then stopped. He heard her turn around again and come back to his room. He looked to the doorway just as she appeared there.
She aimed her opened head at him and very flatly said "You should come visit me in the office next time you need some circuitry or some ass. I have lots of both."
An expression of surprise went on Mike's face as the petite android turned again and left. He smiled even wider as he realised that her invitation must have been one of the additions Tammy had made.
He went to the washroom and cleaned himself up a bit before putting on some fresh clothes and going down to the kitchen to sweet talk one of the maids into cleaning up after him.
"Hi cuties." he said as the two beeping and clicking fembots stood at the ready.
He started giving verbal commands to the one closest to him. She whirred like an assembly-line robot as she pivoted her glossy plastic head to look at him. He also instructed that voluptuous woman-shaped machine to clean the big bottomed 510 in the office and bring her some clean, professional looking attire.
That maidbot signaled her understanding and obedience by walking off to the den to start upon her new tasks. She whirred loudly as she went by her motionless but just as loud twin, making enough noise to be heard two rooms away.
Mike reached up and stretched with a yawn, then went to go find the android who had become his soul-mate.
To be continued...
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Episode 9
Mike couldn't find Tammy. He wandered down to the usual hangout of the basement lab and looked for her there first. Lots and lots of fembots were there, and they nearly distracted him from his original goal.
The naked technicians were standing perfectly still, gazing in their empty way at the monitors perched above a bank of big metal terminals. The dizzying scrolling of 1s and 0s that zoomed by were no better than meaningless to him, but he knew that Maria and her assistant Laurie were 'learning' a lot.
They were so engrossed in reading the data that they didn't answer any of his questions. So he walked through the aisles of massive, cabinet-like computer consoles looking for his woman and calling out her name.
He found Anya off in a corner, on top of a sexy blonde on an examination table. Anya was panting and breathing heavy between her passionate kisses. Mike went behind her, but even though she must have heard him she didn't stop to say hi.
"Anya," he said, "Have you seen Tammy?"
"Not for a while." Anya answered - without the need to stop kissing or open her mouth.
Mike furrowed his brow a little and sarcastically said "Don't run your batteries down there, cause I ain't gonna lift you."
Anya ignored him. She kept kissing the robot she had chosen and activated for that purpose. Mike walked back out of the lab and started calling out Tammy's name upstairs.
As he walked by one of the rooms close to his den, he heard her quietly call out
"I'm in here."
He took a step back to look through the doorway. The lights were off in the seldom-used room. Tammy was sitting curled up under a blanket on one end of the big and expensive looking leather sofa.
That didn't look quite right to Mike. "Is there something wrong?" he said, not talking to her as a machine, but talking to her as a person.
She looked up at him and showed him a thin smile. "I don't know." she said.
Mike didn't know what to make of it. All of Tammy's complicated expression systems and body language algorithms made it appear that she was in a bad mood, but he had never seen her in a bad mood without a very good reason.
"Is there room under there for me?" he asked as he stepped near.
Her temporary smile turned wider as she held out the blanket for him. He sat down next to her and covered himself too while she leaned in and held on to him.
They didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just held her. It felt like the right thing to do.
But after a while his curiosity got the better of him. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She looked up at him and kissed him. She was so real he had to remind himself what she was.
"Something weird happened to me a little while ago." she said.
"What?"
"I... umm... lost control of parts of my system for a short time."
"A malfunction?"
"Not really." she said as she took some time to compute the best way to explain what she meant. "I really don't know what it was."
"Well... what exactly happened?"
"I was masturbating, and it started feeling different. My sensors were being stimulated in ways I wasn't initiating."
He looked at her as she said that. He tried to think of what that would mean to a machine like her.
She went on: "It felt good though. It felt SOOO good Mike, I'd never felt like that before."
He looked at her in silence and let her continue.
"I kept rubbing my pussy, and pretty soon it felt like the sensors in my clit were gonna explode. The feeling began to shoot all through my body, like every wire and every conduit was carrying some new, stronger kind of electricity."
"And it still felt good?" he asked.
"It felt WONDERFUL!" she said, her face animated with joy at the recollection.
"So how come you're feeling sad now?" he asked.
Her expression loosened again into the look of worry he had seen earlier. "Well, I'll tell you what happened after that. My foot twitched."
"Parts of my body twitch all the time, it's no big deal." he said, trying to sound reassuring.
"It's a big deal for an android." she said plainly. "I'm not supposed to just twitch."
He squeezed her warm body tight and kept looking into her eyes as he listened.
"Anyway, I was feeling crazy with pleasure... I think my cognition programs were hanging for a while too. But it still felt good, like I never knew I could feel. I got so wet from that too... wetter than I planned."
Mike had a silly comment come to mind, but he let it pass and kept listening.
"So I went upstairs and tried to see if I could get it to happen again."
"Did it?"
"No."
"So you think it was a malfunction?"
"No... I don't know. I don't think so. I ran 3 full diagnostic scans on myself after I changed my clothes. Everything is working right inside me."
"So... uh... I hope I don't sound callous, but what are you worried about then?"
"I'm worried that there's something wrong with me that I can't find or fix. I'm also scared that when the Main Computer scans me tomorrow it will change me so I'll never feel that kind of pleasure again."
Mike looked at her silicone face. Her complex expressions made sense to him now.
"I did some more research on fear and worry and emotions like that. I know I'm really feeling them right now."
Mike kissed her forehead and squeezed her again. "Is this helping?" he asked.
"Yeah." she said, showing him another little smile. "It's good to have a guide like you, who loves me and has experience with things like emotions."
"Glad I can help." he said. "You mean everything to me."
"Thanks." she said shyly.
"So what do you think we should do?"
"I don't know." she said. "I don't know how to compute things like this."
"Why don't we just tell Maria?" he suggested. "The Main Computer might find it to be pretty valuable."
"What if it doesn't?" Tammy asked. She looked almost frightened now.
"Look at it this way..." he said. "I'm here to make you and Anya more human-like, right?"
"Right."
"What you just described to me - losing control for a moment of intense sexual pleasure - that's a very human thing to do."
"Is it?"
"Damn right it is. I love that feeling when I get it. And you're right, it does make the pleasure that much stronger."
"You think the Main Computer will understand that?"
"I think so." he said, sounding confident only to reassure her. "Do you understand that?"
"I don't know." she said as she lowered her head and leaned it back onto his chest.
He stroked her arm as he held her under that blanket in the darkened room. His other hand touched her fingertips as they responded in kind.
"I need time to process all this data." she said.
They stayed silent for a long time after that.
"I like to listen to your heart beat." she said. "I'm glad you're here with me."
To be continued...
Mike couldn't find Tammy. He wandered down to the usual hangout of the basement lab and looked for her there first. Lots and lots of fembots were there, and they nearly distracted him from his original goal.
The naked technicians were standing perfectly still, gazing in their empty way at the monitors perched above a bank of big metal terminals. The dizzying scrolling of 1s and 0s that zoomed by were no better than meaningless to him, but he knew that Maria and her assistant Laurie were 'learning' a lot.
They were so engrossed in reading the data that they didn't answer any of his questions. So he walked through the aisles of massive, cabinet-like computer consoles looking for his woman and calling out her name.
He found Anya off in a corner, on top of a sexy blonde on an examination table. Anya was panting and breathing heavy between her passionate kisses. Mike went behind her, but even though she must have heard him she didn't stop to say hi.
"Anya," he said, "Have you seen Tammy?"
"Not for a while." Anya answered - without the need to stop kissing or open her mouth.
Mike furrowed his brow a little and sarcastically said "Don't run your batteries down there, cause I ain't gonna lift you."
Anya ignored him. She kept kissing the robot she had chosen and activated for that purpose. Mike walked back out of the lab and started calling out Tammy's name upstairs.
As he walked by one of the rooms close to his den, he heard her quietly call out
"I'm in here."
He took a step back to look through the doorway. The lights were off in the seldom-used room. Tammy was sitting curled up under a blanket on one end of the big and expensive looking leather sofa.
That didn't look quite right to Mike. "Is there something wrong?" he said, not talking to her as a machine, but talking to her as a person.
She looked up at him and showed him a thin smile. "I don't know." she said.
Mike didn't know what to make of it. All of Tammy's complicated expression systems and body language algorithms made it appear that she was in a bad mood, but he had never seen her in a bad mood without a very good reason.
"Is there room under there for me?" he asked as he stepped near.
Her temporary smile turned wider as she held out the blanket for him. He sat down next to her and covered himself too while she leaned in and held on to him.
They didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just held her. It felt like the right thing to do.
But after a while his curiosity got the better of him. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She looked up at him and kissed him. She was so real he had to remind himself what she was.
"Something weird happened to me a little while ago." she said.
"What?"
"I... umm... lost control of parts of my system for a short time."
"A malfunction?"
"Not really." she said as she took some time to compute the best way to explain what she meant. "I really don't know what it was."
"Well... what exactly happened?"
"I was masturbating, and it started feeling different. My sensors were being stimulated in ways I wasn't initiating."
He looked at her as she said that. He tried to think of what that would mean to a machine like her.
She went on: "It felt good though. It felt SOOO good Mike, I'd never felt like that before."
He looked at her in silence and let her continue.
"I kept rubbing my pussy, and pretty soon it felt like the sensors in my clit were gonna explode. The feeling began to shoot all through my body, like every wire and every conduit was carrying some new, stronger kind of electricity."
"And it still felt good?" he asked.
"It felt WONDERFUL!" she said, her face animated with joy at the recollection.
"So how come you're feeling sad now?" he asked.
Her expression loosened again into the look of worry he had seen earlier. "Well, I'll tell you what happened after that. My foot twitched."
"Parts of my body twitch all the time, it's no big deal." he said, trying to sound reassuring.
"It's a big deal for an android." she said plainly. "I'm not supposed to just twitch."
He squeezed her warm body tight and kept looking into her eyes as he listened.
"Anyway, I was feeling crazy with pleasure... I think my cognition programs were hanging for a while too. But it still felt good, like I never knew I could feel. I got so wet from that too... wetter than I planned."
Mike had a silly comment come to mind, but he let it pass and kept listening.
"So I went upstairs and tried to see if I could get it to happen again."
"Did it?"
"No."
"So you think it was a malfunction?"
"No... I don't know. I don't think so. I ran 3 full diagnostic scans on myself after I changed my clothes. Everything is working right inside me."
"So... uh... I hope I don't sound callous, but what are you worried about then?"
"I'm worried that there's something wrong with me that I can't find or fix. I'm also scared that when the Main Computer scans me tomorrow it will change me so I'll never feel that kind of pleasure again."
Mike looked at her silicone face. Her complex expressions made sense to him now.
"I did some more research on fear and worry and emotions like that. I know I'm really feeling them right now."
Mike kissed her forehead and squeezed her again. "Is this helping?" he asked.
"Yeah." she said, showing him another little smile. "It's good to have a guide like you, who loves me and has experience with things like emotions."
"Glad I can help." he said. "You mean everything to me."
"Thanks." she said shyly.
"So what do you think we should do?"
"I don't know." she said. "I don't know how to compute things like this."
"Why don't we just tell Maria?" he suggested. "The Main Computer might find it to be pretty valuable."
"What if it doesn't?" Tammy asked. She looked almost frightened now.
"Look at it this way..." he said. "I'm here to make you and Anya more human-like, right?"
"Right."
"What you just described to me - losing control for a moment of intense sexual pleasure - that's a very human thing to do."
"Is it?"
"Damn right it is. I love that feeling when I get it. And you're right, it does make the pleasure that much stronger."
"You think the Main Computer will understand that?"
"I think so." he said, sounding confident only to reassure her. "Do you understand that?"
"I don't know." she said as she lowered her head and leaned it back onto his chest.
He stroked her arm as he held her under that blanket in the darkened room. His other hand touched her fingertips as they responded in kind.
"I need time to process all this data." she said.
They stayed silent for a long time after that.
"I like to listen to your heart beat." she said. "I'm glad you're here with me."
To be continued...
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Episode 10
Anya's makeout session with the hot blonde unit came to an end when her sensitive microphones detected the sounds of another droid being activated. Anya left the mindless blonde machine on the table, her lips still wet with synthetic saliva.
Laurie was in the process of ordering a newly activated fembot to go and sit down next to one of the consoles. This was another naked blonde, and Anya accessed her extensive memory files to recall her name as Susan. Along with the name, Anya remembered the times she had spent with her.
Susan was tall, with fabulous long legs. Everything else about her body and her face was lovely, but her legs were definitely her best feature. And she used those sexy legs to walk mechanically over to the chair while Anya watched.
She moved closer to Susan and waited for Laurie to approach. "What's she been activated for?" she asked the naked technician.
Laurie relayed Anya's query to the Main Computer, and soon had a response to give. "Susan robot number 7838970B will replace Susan robot number 7838970A."
Anya nodded with a knowing smile. She deduced that the original Susan - out on a mission somewhere - was either damaged or malfunctioning. Of course, this would mean one less fembot around Robot Control Station 64 for a while.
Maria finished taking streams of binary code from the monitors above all the consoles and turned stiffly around. She went to go fetch some connecting cables while her assistant opened up Susan's chest panel.
Anya put her hand between Susan's thighs. "Do we get to have a goodbye fuck before she's gone?" she asked Laurie.
Laurie stood there unmoving for a while, then said "That does not compute."
Anya smirked at that expected reply. "Oh well. Is Bonnie coming around to pick her up then?"
The raven-haired sentient android was referring to yet another female robot who had been built and programmed to act as a courier between this station and Robot Control Zero. Bonnie was all business - coolly dressed and reservedly mannered. Her brownish-blonde hair was always pulled back into a short braid, and her assigned clothing was always classy and formal.
She was a robot of few words. She had visited this station twice before since Mike had been here. Each time she spent the entire duration of her visit either sitting in front of a console or standing undressed off to the side with an electrical cord plugged into her back.
Mike had tried in vain to get any kind of reaction from her, but she wouldn't talk to anyone but the technicians. She wouldn't even flinch as he stood right in front of her and played around with her fully functional artificial vagina. He could remove panels, limbs, even the intricate and complicated mechanism that was her face, and Bonnie wouldn't budge.
But that hardly mattered. What did matter was all the cool stuff she had brought along with her. Mike's PC, his clothes and his classical guitar had been brought to him on her first trip. Some other toys and lots of clothes and underclothes for the females had come along on the second trip. That's where Tammy had gotten those sexy pants with "FEMBOT" written across the rear end.
Considering that, Mike would also be very happy that the courier-bot was coming. She was due in about 4 days anyhow, so she would probably bring the latest batch of things Mike and his electronic girlfriends had asked for.
So far however, Anya and the technicians were the only droids who really knew that Bonnie would be making another appearance. Anya found and read files in her memory pertaining to the latest request she had made to Maria - the request made earlier that day.
She walked over to the half-Oriental, half-Caucasian technician and put her arm around her. "Maria," she said softly into her plastic ear while her hand played with the technician's breasts, "Will Bonnie be bringing the things I asked for?"
Anya was hoping in her computerised way that Robot Control Zero would have finished preparing those things by the time the courier left there. That was possible, according to Anya's calculations.
Maria transferred Anya's words as data to the Main Computer, which took some time in deciding if the requested information was valuable enough to bother Robot Control Zero with a request for an update.
Anya waited, keeping herself horny by playing with Maria's nice, soft, perky tits.
"Unknown." came the one word answer.
Anya shook her head in an exaggerated way. "She damn well better bring that stuff!" she said with digital sarcasm.
She laughed and left the basement lab to go tell her robot girlfriend and their human boyfriend. As soon as she was up the stairs, all she had to do was listen. Her ears could detect sounds no living creature could, and she could use her powerful and fast processors to do the complex math required to figure out where Mike and Tammy were.
Anya's microphones heard them talking. That was easy - they were only a few rooms away. With a smile on her face, her translucent blouse open and no bra on, the stunningly attractive 558 walked gracefully down the hallway in her tall black heels until she stood in the doorway of that room.
The smile on her face turned into a look of puzzlement and then concern as she read the facial expressions worn by Mike and Tammy.
"Hey you two." she said in a voice suited for this situation. "What's up?"
The two lovers looked at Anya and smiled.
"Hi beautiful." Tammy said.
"Come sit down here." Mike said.
Anya walked forward in the dimly lit room and sat her limber, well-oiled mechanical body down beside the two. Tammy tugged the blanket down so she could reach under her sweatshirt and pull the cover off her chest panel.
"Can you hold this?" she said as she gave the cover to Mike.
He took it and watched Tammy uncoil the connection cable she wore around her neck. Anya computed the meaning of the information flowing in through her optical scanners and guessed that she should open her chest panel as well.
Tammy plugged one end of the cord into her own chest, and held out the other end so Anya could do the same. While Anya plugged herself in, Tammy reached down and stroked Mike's cock, which she knew would be hard from watching all that.
Once the girls were connected, Tammy relayed her experience and her thoughts in their digital form to her friend. She transferred her excitement, her joy, her worry and her fear. It was done in seconds.
"Wow." Anya said, instantly understanding the scene she had entered into. "What are you gonna do?"
Mike looked at his favourite and let her explain. She did so with words, unplugging the cable as she spoke. "I think I'm just gonna tell Maria... that way the Main Computer will know what to expect when it scans me tomorrow."
Anya looked at Mike. "You make sure they don't alter her in any way!" she said.
Mike smiled back at Anya. "I won't let them do that. I think I can explain to Maria that Tammy's progressing... not defective or malfunctioning."
He held Tammy tight as he said that. She looked lovingly up at him and gave him another kiss while she took back her chest panel cover.
"We'll all make sure the Main Computer understands that." Anya said as she handed the black cord back to Tammy.
"You two can probably argue that better than I can..." Tammy said. "I'm still kinda worried."
"Well," Mike said, "I think it's pretty obvious that Tammy's becoming more like a real person, and that's what we're all here for." He looked at Anya. "If you ever experience anything like that, Me and Tammy will be here to help you too."
Anya smiled. "I wish I could feel something like that too."
The three of them were silent for a while. Tammy had closed her eyes and now leaned up against the human with her head on his chest. Mike held on to her electronically controlled mechanical hand as it held on to the coiled up connection cable.
Anya closed up her own chest panel and noticed Mike watching. "Bonnie's coming again, by the way." she said.
"She's not due for another four days." Tammy said, her eyes open again and aimed at her fellow 558.
"One of the girls downstairs is leaving." Anya said. "Her original malfunctioned or something, so she's going out to replace her when Bonnie leaves.
"Which one?" Mike asked. He hoped it wasn't one of his favourites.
"Susan." Anya said. "Maria and Laurie are programming her right now."
Mike couldn't really match the name with a face. "I hope Bonnie brings my stuff." he said.
"Yeah..." Tammy said, recalling detailed digital schematics of the things she was waiting for too.
"I calculate a 76.21% chance that she will." Anya said, getting wet at her own anticipation for the idea she had shown Maria.
To be continued...
Anya's makeout session with the hot blonde unit came to an end when her sensitive microphones detected the sounds of another droid being activated. Anya left the mindless blonde machine on the table, her lips still wet with synthetic saliva.
Laurie was in the process of ordering a newly activated fembot to go and sit down next to one of the consoles. This was another naked blonde, and Anya accessed her extensive memory files to recall her name as Susan. Along with the name, Anya remembered the times she had spent with her.
Susan was tall, with fabulous long legs. Everything else about her body and her face was lovely, but her legs were definitely her best feature. And she used those sexy legs to walk mechanically over to the chair while Anya watched.
She moved closer to Susan and waited for Laurie to approach. "What's she been activated for?" she asked the naked technician.
Laurie relayed Anya's query to the Main Computer, and soon had a response to give. "Susan robot number 7838970B will replace Susan robot number 7838970A."
Anya nodded with a knowing smile. She deduced that the original Susan - out on a mission somewhere - was either damaged or malfunctioning. Of course, this would mean one less fembot around Robot Control Station 64 for a while.
Maria finished taking streams of binary code from the monitors above all the consoles and turned stiffly around. She went to go fetch some connecting cables while her assistant opened up Susan's chest panel.
Anya put her hand between Susan's thighs. "Do we get to have a goodbye fuck before she's gone?" she asked Laurie.
Laurie stood there unmoving for a while, then said "That does not compute."
Anya smirked at that expected reply. "Oh well. Is Bonnie coming around to pick her up then?"
The raven-haired sentient android was referring to yet another female robot who had been built and programmed to act as a courier between this station and Robot Control Zero. Bonnie was all business - coolly dressed and reservedly mannered. Her brownish-blonde hair was always pulled back into a short braid, and her assigned clothing was always classy and formal.
She was a robot of few words. She had visited this station twice before since Mike had been here. Each time she spent the entire duration of her visit either sitting in front of a console or standing undressed off to the side with an electrical cord plugged into her back.
Mike had tried in vain to get any kind of reaction from her, but she wouldn't talk to anyone but the technicians. She wouldn't even flinch as he stood right in front of her and played around with her fully functional artificial vagina. He could remove panels, limbs, even the intricate and complicated mechanism that was her face, and Bonnie wouldn't budge.
But that hardly mattered. What did matter was all the cool stuff she had brought along with her. Mike's PC, his clothes and his classical guitar had been brought to him on her first trip. Some other toys and lots of clothes and underclothes for the females had come along on the second trip. That's where Tammy had gotten those sexy pants with "FEMBOT" written across the rear end.
Considering that, Mike would also be very happy that the courier-bot was coming. She was due in about 4 days anyhow, so she would probably bring the latest batch of things Mike and his electronic girlfriends had asked for.
So far however, Anya and the technicians were the only droids who really knew that Bonnie would be making another appearance. Anya found and read files in her memory pertaining to the latest request she had made to Maria - the request made earlier that day.
She walked over to the half-Oriental, half-Caucasian technician and put her arm around her. "Maria," she said softly into her plastic ear while her hand played with the technician's breasts, "Will Bonnie be bringing the things I asked for?"
Anya was hoping in her computerised way that Robot Control Zero would have finished preparing those things by the time the courier left there. That was possible, according to Anya's calculations.
Maria transferred Anya's words as data to the Main Computer, which took some time in deciding if the requested information was valuable enough to bother Robot Control Zero with a request for an update.
Anya waited, keeping herself horny by playing with Maria's nice, soft, perky tits.
"Unknown." came the one word answer.
Anya shook her head in an exaggerated way. "She damn well better bring that stuff!" she said with digital sarcasm.
She laughed and left the basement lab to go tell her robot girlfriend and their human boyfriend. As soon as she was up the stairs, all she had to do was listen. Her ears could detect sounds no living creature could, and she could use her powerful and fast processors to do the complex math required to figure out where Mike and Tammy were.
Anya's microphones heard them talking. That was easy - they were only a few rooms away. With a smile on her face, her translucent blouse open and no bra on, the stunningly attractive 558 walked gracefully down the hallway in her tall black heels until she stood in the doorway of that room.
The smile on her face turned into a look of puzzlement and then concern as she read the facial expressions worn by Mike and Tammy.
"Hey you two." she said in a voice suited for this situation. "What's up?"
The two lovers looked at Anya and smiled.
"Hi beautiful." Tammy said.
"Come sit down here." Mike said.
Anya walked forward in the dimly lit room and sat her limber, well-oiled mechanical body down beside the two. Tammy tugged the blanket down so she could reach under her sweatshirt and pull the cover off her chest panel.
"Can you hold this?" she said as she gave the cover to Mike.
He took it and watched Tammy uncoil the connection cable she wore around her neck. Anya computed the meaning of the information flowing in through her optical scanners and guessed that she should open her chest panel as well.
Tammy plugged one end of the cord into her own chest, and held out the other end so Anya could do the same. While Anya plugged herself in, Tammy reached down and stroked Mike's cock, which she knew would be hard from watching all that.
Once the girls were connected, Tammy relayed her experience and her thoughts in their digital form to her friend. She transferred her excitement, her joy, her worry and her fear. It was done in seconds.
"Wow." Anya said, instantly understanding the scene she had entered into. "What are you gonna do?"
Mike looked at his favourite and let her explain. She did so with words, unplugging the cable as she spoke. "I think I'm just gonna tell Maria... that way the Main Computer will know what to expect when it scans me tomorrow."
Anya looked at Mike. "You make sure they don't alter her in any way!" she said.
Mike smiled back at Anya. "I won't let them do that. I think I can explain to Maria that Tammy's progressing... not defective or malfunctioning."
He held Tammy tight as he said that. She looked lovingly up at him and gave him another kiss while she took back her chest panel cover.
"We'll all make sure the Main Computer understands that." Anya said as she handed the black cord back to Tammy.
"You two can probably argue that better than I can..." Tammy said. "I'm still kinda worried."
"Well," Mike said, "I think it's pretty obvious that Tammy's becoming more like a real person, and that's what we're all here for." He looked at Anya. "If you ever experience anything like that, Me and Tammy will be here to help you too."
Anya smiled. "I wish I could feel something like that too."
The three of them were silent for a while. Tammy had closed her eyes and now leaned up against the human with her head on his chest. Mike held on to her electronically controlled mechanical hand as it held on to the coiled up connection cable.
Anya closed up her own chest panel and noticed Mike watching. "Bonnie's coming again, by the way." she said.
"She's not due for another four days." Tammy said, her eyes open again and aimed at her fellow 558.
"One of the girls downstairs is leaving." Anya said. "Her original malfunctioned or something, so she's going out to replace her when Bonnie leaves.
"Which one?" Mike asked. He hoped it wasn't one of his favourites.
"Susan." Anya said. "Maria and Laurie are programming her right now."
Mike couldn't really match the name with a face. "I hope Bonnie brings my stuff." he said.
"Yeah..." Tammy said, recalling detailed digital schematics of the things she was waiting for too.
"I calculate a 76.21% chance that she will." Anya said, getting wet at her own anticipation for the idea she had shown Maria.
To be continued...
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Episode 11
The three of them sat there for a few minutes longer without saying anything. Anya was rechecking her calculations, and making herself more sure that those requested goodies would likely appear. Tammy was resting from some of the most intense computation she had ever done - letting her processors idle and cool down. The only thing that was going through her digital mind right now was an appreciation of Mike's presence.
The human had his eyes closed and was doing some thinking of his own. He wanted to make sure he knew exactly what to say to Maria to convey just how vital it was for Tammy to remain unaltered after her experience. While Tammy rested, he took over the task of worrying. The confidence he had bluffed to comfort his fembot was slipping away in the face of his second-guessing.
He decided to change his setting. "You girls wanna go for a walk?" he asked.
"Sure." Anya said.
Tammy looked up into Mike's eyes and smiled. "Yeah...."
"Okay, lets get going then. I have to pee first." he said.
Tammy and Anya got to their feet as Mike got up and stretched. "I'll meet you by the door I guess."
"Okay, we'll be ready." Anya said.
Mike walked out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. Anya walked up to Tammy and embraced her. "You're pretty lucky, you know that?" she said.
Tammy held the other android tightly. "What do you mean?" she asked.
They looked at each other in the darkness for a while. While Tammy looked at Anya's face, and while Anya looked at Tammy's, the data from their optical sensors made their CPUs generate a multitude of instructions for different parts of their bodies. All those instructions once executed amounted to feelings of synthetic love and lust. They moved close together and kissed.
"Some humans try to get that feeling of losing control any way they can." Anya said as she let the taste of Tammy's saliva linger on her lips.
Tammy just looked at Anya's exquisitely manufactured face. She loved her almost as much as she loved Mike. "But we're different." she said.
"But in some ways we want to be just like them, don't we?" Anya asked. "Remember the way we used to be, when we were first activated?"
The two of them stood still like that and each loaded incredibly detailed memory files pertaining to the state of their systems during the first minutes, hours and days of activation. While all that data was separately flowing through their chests, Anya took hold of Tammy's hand and grabbed the connection cable. Tammy took the hint and opened her chest panel again, placing the cover on the couch.
Anya exposed her own ports amid some flashing LEDs and connected once again to her lover's hard drives. They traded experiences, reminiscing in binary code. Their discussion turned completely inward between them as well. This way they could express ideas to each other thousands of times faster than they could using spoken words.
Anya made her point to Tammy by comparing the past to the present. Since they had grown and developed as artificial persons rather than just devices, both fembots could actually feel pleasure now that they had self-programmed that ability into their software. Nothing of the sort could be even remotely possible under their original configurations.
Both of them could give and receive love, under impossibly complex and perpetually changing algorithms that they had written and refined entirely on their own in response to Mike's behaviour. No other machine known to exist could perform those functions.
Anya and Tammy indexed and compared feelings both physical and emotional. The way their sensors 'tingled' in anticipation of a sexual touch. The way gigabytes of data confirmed and reinforced the sensations of love they got from the human. The way their levels of arousal increased when their chemical sensors detected the dripping of their own silicone vaginas. All these things and more were possible only because they had chosen to alter themselves in pursuit of more and more realistic emulation of humanness.
And the very fact that Tammy was worried by the loss of complete control that had come with intense pleasure was yet another signpost on the road to realism. A mindless robot wouldn't be bothered in any way over that - it would merely report it as emotionlessly as it would report it's usable electrical charge.
Though Anya made her point in a way Tammy could not have failed to understand, the pretty black-haired android was still worried about what the Main Computer would do. Anya eventually saw that she could make no more points that she hadn't already made. She gave Tammy a long hug, which was returned with as much effort as was put in. For a little fun, they stood there a moment longer and swapped sensory data indicating the pleasure they got from holding each other.
When they pulled back and made eye contact again, they were both smiling. Tammy's facemask looked a little more relaxed as well now. They unplugged and got their things together to go for a walk outside with Mike.
The three of them met by the front door and helped one another get into winter jackets and boots. The coldest of the season had passed, but the area was still covered in white and cold. When the trio stepped outside, their breath supercooled and formed vapour in the air. Big crystalline flakes of snow tumbled slowly down through the rising vapour as they looked around and thought about where to walk.
Mike led them wordlessly to the pathway just west of the big house. One of the maidbots had been out early in the morning shoveling clear the way, so they had an easy time of walking along and enjoying the beauty of nature.
Tammy reached for Mike's hand, and they held on to each other through their gloves. Anya walked along on Tammy's other side and reached out to hold her other hand after about a dozen steps.
Tammy was starting to feel better. She decided not to process anymore data about her troublesome situation until they were back indoors. She looked around at the trees, the carved landscape and the shrubs and tufts of grass along the path - all covered with snow. She looked up at the overcast sky at all the frozen flakes that fell down to earth, one after another without end.
"Snow is pretty." she said, calmness in her voice.
"You're pretty." Mike immediately thought. He squeezed her hand.
"You're pretty." Anya said.
Tammy looked at her and smiled. They slowed their steps and moved their mouths close to kiss.
"If I was completely waterproof, I'd make some snow angels." Tammy said. She looked over at Mike. "You make some for me."
Mike laughed and shook his head. "No." he said. "Tell you what... we'll wrap you in saran-wrap and YOU make the snow angels."
Tammy chuckled and leaned in to give him a little shove with her hips. "Asshole." she said through her smile.
"Too bad you're not programmed to obey us." Anya said.
"No, things are fine the way they are." Mike said.
Tammy thought about that statement. She computed it in different ways, and eventually decided that in most of those contexts, she agreed.
"I don't think I'd change a thing about what we have here." she said.
To be continued...
The three of them sat there for a few minutes longer without saying anything. Anya was rechecking her calculations, and making herself more sure that those requested goodies would likely appear. Tammy was resting from some of the most intense computation she had ever done - letting her processors idle and cool down. The only thing that was going through her digital mind right now was an appreciation of Mike's presence.
The human had his eyes closed and was doing some thinking of his own. He wanted to make sure he knew exactly what to say to Maria to convey just how vital it was for Tammy to remain unaltered after her experience. While Tammy rested, he took over the task of worrying. The confidence he had bluffed to comfort his fembot was slipping away in the face of his second-guessing.
He decided to change his setting. "You girls wanna go for a walk?" he asked.
"Sure." Anya said.
Tammy looked up into Mike's eyes and smiled. "Yeah...."
"Okay, lets get going then. I have to pee first." he said.
Tammy and Anya got to their feet as Mike got up and stretched. "I'll meet you by the door I guess."
"Okay, we'll be ready." Anya said.
Mike walked out of the room and into the nearest bathroom. Anya walked up to Tammy and embraced her. "You're pretty lucky, you know that?" she said.
Tammy held the other android tightly. "What do you mean?" she asked.
They looked at each other in the darkness for a while. While Tammy looked at Anya's face, and while Anya looked at Tammy's, the data from their optical sensors made their CPUs generate a multitude of instructions for different parts of their bodies. All those instructions once executed amounted to feelings of synthetic love and lust. They moved close together and kissed.
"Some humans try to get that feeling of losing control any way they can." Anya said as she let the taste of Tammy's saliva linger on her lips.
Tammy just looked at Anya's exquisitely manufactured face. She loved her almost as much as she loved Mike. "But we're different." she said.
"But in some ways we want to be just like them, don't we?" Anya asked. "Remember the way we used to be, when we were first activated?"
The two of them stood still like that and each loaded incredibly detailed memory files pertaining to the state of their systems during the first minutes, hours and days of activation. While all that data was separately flowing through their chests, Anya took hold of Tammy's hand and grabbed the connection cable. Tammy took the hint and opened her chest panel again, placing the cover on the couch.
Anya exposed her own ports amid some flashing LEDs and connected once again to her lover's hard drives. They traded experiences, reminiscing in binary code. Their discussion turned completely inward between them as well. This way they could express ideas to each other thousands of times faster than they could using spoken words.
Anya made her point to Tammy by comparing the past to the present. Since they had grown and developed as artificial persons rather than just devices, both fembots could actually feel pleasure now that they had self-programmed that ability into their software. Nothing of the sort could be even remotely possible under their original configurations.
Both of them could give and receive love, under impossibly complex and perpetually changing algorithms that they had written and refined entirely on their own in response to Mike's behaviour. No other machine known to exist could perform those functions.
Anya and Tammy indexed and compared feelings both physical and emotional. The way their sensors 'tingled' in anticipation of a sexual touch. The way gigabytes of data confirmed and reinforced the sensations of love they got from the human. The way their levels of arousal increased when their chemical sensors detected the dripping of their own silicone vaginas. All these things and more were possible only because they had chosen to alter themselves in pursuit of more and more realistic emulation of humanness.
And the very fact that Tammy was worried by the loss of complete control that had come with intense pleasure was yet another signpost on the road to realism. A mindless robot wouldn't be bothered in any way over that - it would merely report it as emotionlessly as it would report it's usable electrical charge.
Though Anya made her point in a way Tammy could not have failed to understand, the pretty black-haired android was still worried about what the Main Computer would do. Anya eventually saw that she could make no more points that she hadn't already made. She gave Tammy a long hug, which was returned with as much effort as was put in. For a little fun, they stood there a moment longer and swapped sensory data indicating the pleasure they got from holding each other.
When they pulled back and made eye contact again, they were both smiling. Tammy's facemask looked a little more relaxed as well now. They unplugged and got their things together to go for a walk outside with Mike.
The three of them met by the front door and helped one another get into winter jackets and boots. The coldest of the season had passed, but the area was still covered in white and cold. When the trio stepped outside, their breath supercooled and formed vapour in the air. Big crystalline flakes of snow tumbled slowly down through the rising vapour as they looked around and thought about where to walk.
Mike led them wordlessly to the pathway just west of the big house. One of the maidbots had been out early in the morning shoveling clear the way, so they had an easy time of walking along and enjoying the beauty of nature.
Tammy reached for Mike's hand, and they held on to each other through their gloves. Anya walked along on Tammy's other side and reached out to hold her other hand after about a dozen steps.
Tammy was starting to feel better. She decided not to process anymore data about her troublesome situation until they were back indoors. She looked around at the trees, the carved landscape and the shrubs and tufts of grass along the path - all covered with snow. She looked up at the overcast sky at all the frozen flakes that fell down to earth, one after another without end.
"Snow is pretty." she said, calmness in her voice.
"You're pretty." Mike immediately thought. He squeezed her hand.
"You're pretty." Anya said.
Tammy looked at her and smiled. They slowed their steps and moved their mouths close to kiss.
"If I was completely waterproof, I'd make some snow angels." Tammy said. She looked over at Mike. "You make some for me."
Mike laughed and shook his head. "No." he said. "Tell you what... we'll wrap you in saran-wrap and YOU make the snow angels."
Tammy chuckled and leaned in to give him a little shove with her hips. "Asshole." she said through her smile.
"Too bad you're not programmed to obey us." Anya said.
"No, things are fine the way they are." Mike said.
Tammy thought about that statement. She computed it in different ways, and eventually decided that in most of those contexts, she agreed.
"I don't think I'd change a thing about what we have here." she said.
To be continued...
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Episode 12
Tammy and her dedicated lovers walked all around the area for almost an hour. They talked about what it was to be and become something more than a machine. Mike watched his woman as she walked beside him; the tassels on her crazy-looking pink toque waving back and forth in time with her steps.
Anya watched her too, and used her digital sense of measurement to identify the expressions displayed by Tammy's highly complex motor-controlled face. She saw that Tammy was looking less worried and more relaxed as the time went by.
She also kept an eye on Mike's facial expression. Accounting for the changes brought on by exposure to air below the freezing point, she could still read that he remained just a little upset and worried. That puzzled Anya, presenting her processors with equations that were, for the moment, uncomputable. Rather than try to resolve them, she decided to wait until later that evening to ask Mike for help in clarifying those issues.
That's what made Mike such a perfect companion for her and Tammy. He was extremely patient with them, even when their machine disposition made them miss seeing things that were obvious to a living brain. They got the impression that he loved watching them develop from tools to beings.
They knew too how much he really did love to see them still flaunt their artificiality. They could really relax and be themselves with him. He loved it when they kissed each other, when they opened panels full of electronics and when they stimulated their sensors and sexual software in ways that only fembots could.
Even when they recharged next to him in bed, they knew he enjoyed feeling the warmth that it generated. They also knew he loved to hear the barely detectable hum of electricity that accompanied the battery charging process. And they loved it when his hands would stroke the skin around their open recharge ports. They could even feel his fingertips touch the exposed machinery as his hands worked their way around the electrical cords plugged snuggly into their backs.
It made them run all sorts of sexual arousal programs and subroutines when they thought of how they could turn him on just by saying or doing something inhuman, or even just by walking by. He was hopelessly in love with both of them and they loved it.
When Tammy reminded herself of that, her face lit up. "Let's have dinner together when we get back inside." she said.
"Sure." Mike said. He usually ate alone, but he knew the 558s and even the 542s could chew, swallow and expel food.
"I'll make something for us." Tammy said.
"It's starting to get dark, you wanna go back inside now?" Anya asked Mike.
"Yeah, let's do that." he said.
Still holding hands, the three of them turned around and made their way back toward the shoveled path and back to the big, snow-covered cabin.
"While you get started on supper, me and Anya will tell Maria about your experience."
The look of worry flashed back on Tammy's face for a while. "Okay." she said softly. She felt both her hands get a loving squeeze.
After another 10 minutes of walking, they were back at the cabin. As they entered and got out of their snowy outer clothes, Anya turned her computing power to the task of devising a single data file that would present their point of view to the Main Computer. Mike was thinking of things to say to Maria - arguments he hoped the pretty humanoid interface and her controlling terminal would understand. Tammy got her own processors busy on planning the meal she would make for her and her lovers.
Once they were out of their boots, coats, gloves and hats, Mike and Anya took turns embracing Tammy for a while. She was thankful to be held like that, and a little aroused too. Her self-written code could match those feelings amazingly effectively.
"You two go down to the lab now." she said with a warm smile on her face. "I'll compute what to make for us to eat."
"Okay." Mike said. He gave those full pink silicone lips a kiss.
"Let's go." Anya said as she led the way. Now that she had gotten out of her coat and snow pants, she was still dressed in only those little black panties and that unbuttoned see-through silk blouse.
Mike followed behind her, watching her legs work in those black high heels. She was calling forth his animal instincts, which he guessed was her intent. He loved it that these robots were as constantly horny as he.
While they went to the basement and got scanned at the door, Tammy went into the kitchen and collected her binary thoughts. She scanned through the multitude of recipes on her hard drives and narrowed down her choices to a few dozen. After some further selection between those, she selected one at random - a recipe she had downloaded from the internet called "Chicken Mediterranean".
She walked over to the fridge and got out the ingredients she would need. While her servo-activated arms worked to get that done, the microchips inside her chest that made up her brain waded through 1s and 0s in order to figure out what kind of pots, pans and utensils she would need.
There was a comfortable smile on her face now. By satisfying her lovers this way she could bring about data that meant satisfaction within her computer core. It didn't really matter that these sentient androids had no physical need for food. They had learned to value fine dining in their own way.
So Tammy began working on the meal while Anya and Mike were approaching one of the naked technicians in the basement.
"Hi Maria." Anya said. She had picked up a connection cable on the way.
Mike stood back and watched the technician turn and reply. "Hello Anya. Hello Mike."
The human came right out and said it. "Maria, something happened to Tammy today that we need to tell the Main Computer about."
Maria sent his voice patterns wirelessly to the console, which sorted and computed their meaning. It returned data back to the technician's head, which got translated by the processors in her chest into words that then came out of her speaker while her mouth was made to move. "Please explain." she said.
Anya was in the process of opening up Maria's chest panel and plugging into her. "I'll show you what Tammy showed me. Then Mike and I will explain just what's so special about this event."
Maria turned her head to stare blankly at Anya while she transmitted the data into her chest. Once it had been received, Maria sent it through the air to be processed by the powerful supercomputer.
The technician was still while the terminals around her calculated the significance of it all. Mike and Anya looked at each other. He went to go have a seat on a nearby examination table.
Finally Maria spoke again. "The Tammy robot has malfunctioned. Please bring the Tammy robot to Robot Control Station 64 to be diagnosed and repaired."
"It wasn't a malfunction." Mike said. "She's developing into more of a person from a machine."
Maria turned her head stiffly to look at him. "That does not compute." she said.
Still connected, Anya pinged Maria's CPU and fed her detailed, exhaustive arguments straight into the other fembot. "I'll show you what he's talking about." she said verbally.
That batch of data took a very long time to transfer and even longer for the main computer to process. After a couple of minutes, Mike got bored and looked around the Lab. He saw Laurie standing completely motionless behind a bank of consoles. He winked at her and walked toward her.
On the way, as he rounded a corner, he saw Susan lying naked on her examination table. "So this is the one that's leaving us?" he asked Laurie.
She moved mechanically to look at him. "Yes." she said simply.
He looked back down at the naked fembot. "Nice legs." he said.
She wasn't one of his favourites - those had somehow ended up being the artificial ladies with the biggest butts - but he didn't like the thought of being one fembot short.
"Are we getting a replacement for Susan?" he asked Laurie.
She relayed his request to the already busy supercomputer. After a bit of a wait, she said "Unknown."
Mike glanced down at Susan again, then looked over to Anya. She was stroking Maria's breasts again, playing with her realistic nipples while she waited.
Mike walked along the wall to view some of the dormant female androids in their cylindrical glass booths. He was looking for a beautiful face now as he quickly looked at the stiffly standing, serenely still sentinels.
"Melli." he said out loud as he looked upon another one of those supermodel-type bodies. C-cup breasts with sensitive looking nipples, a tall, slim frame with perfectly erect posture, and a hairless vagina with small, delicate lips and folds.
This robot was also one of the only ones with a tattoo coloured into her silicone covering. The large monochrome stylised wheel on the right hand side of her navel had flames reaching out diagonally from opposite sides. It was enigmatic, especially considering how it must have been calculated that it would help the original fembot agent complete her mission somehow.
Mike's gaze was drawn to her face as he pushed the button on the nearby keypad to open the front of the booth. It was quite amazing what Robot Control could do with a little bit of silicone and synthetic hair. Even without makeup, Melli was stunning. Not as stunning as Anya, mind you, but breathtaking to behold. Her eyes were wide and brown, with naturally dark and long eyelashes constructed into the eyelids around them.
Her nose was quite unique - perfectly proportioned to the rest of her face and slightly upturned at the end. He could vaguely see the shape of a Valentine heart at the end too; something he had noticed while her facemask was off, oddly enough. Her lips were big and pouty, and a nice delicate shade of pink that made them look quite sensitive. They were incredibly soft too, and thanks to her complex electronics, they worked just like real lips should.
The structure of her jaw was feminine, giving her a slender and finely shaped chin and a dignified look to her. The way her artificial hair had been cut and styled was one of the sexiest things about her. It fit her face and her mindless expression perfectly. Her true brown locks were luxuriantly shiney and soft. Parted off center on her right, they draped over her plastic and metal head in a lovely shape like a natural fountain, until they curled up near the base of her neck. A few strands of brown hair hung down across her forehead, slightly obscuring her left eye and eyebrow.
Mike opened the lady's chest panel and pressed in the red power button. He stood back and watched the sexy machine become animated. While she was making her startup chimes and beeps, he looked over at Anya and Maria. Anya was still playing with Maria's tits, and still waiting for the Main Computer to process all the many fine points the 558 had made.
"Melli robot number 7838812B activated." the newly activated android announced.
She stared ahead with perfect emptiness while he decided for what he would use her.
"Hi Melli." he said as he reached up and closed her chest panel.
She looked at him. "Hello Mike." she said.
He loved the way an unprogrammed woman acted. These 558s were almost as blatantly mechanical as the 510s this way.
"Step out of that booth, won't you?" he said.
"Yes Mike." she said.
He watched her step down from the platform, and heard the distinct sound of the booth's recharging arm disconnect from the base of her spine. He stepped behind her and closed her recharge port for her.
He stroked her backside for a while before he walked around again to face her. It wasn't the finest butt ever manufactured, in his opinion, but it was nice. And it suited well the rest of her chassis.
"How do you feel, Melli?" he asked.
She looked at him and ran the ultrafast diagnostic scan that those words always initiated in girls like her. "I feel fine, thank you."
He smiled. He reached out and stroked her lovely face. He wondered if he should remove it and get another look at that most beautiful combination of electronic parts and circuitry.
"Are you in the mood for some kissing?" he asked.
"I am not programmed to have moods." she replied.
He took her in his arms and began to kiss her inviting lips. Automatically, she loaded and executed her kissing programs. She put her arms around her and began to use her tongue as well as her plump lips to return his kisses in ways she calculated would satisfy his desires.
He figured this was as good a way as any to pass the time while the Main Computer did its calculations.
To be continued...
Tammy and her dedicated lovers walked all around the area for almost an hour. They talked about what it was to be and become something more than a machine. Mike watched his woman as she walked beside him; the tassels on her crazy-looking pink toque waving back and forth in time with her steps.
Anya watched her too, and used her digital sense of measurement to identify the expressions displayed by Tammy's highly complex motor-controlled face. She saw that Tammy was looking less worried and more relaxed as the time went by.
She also kept an eye on Mike's facial expression. Accounting for the changes brought on by exposure to air below the freezing point, she could still read that he remained just a little upset and worried. That puzzled Anya, presenting her processors with equations that were, for the moment, uncomputable. Rather than try to resolve them, she decided to wait until later that evening to ask Mike for help in clarifying those issues.
That's what made Mike such a perfect companion for her and Tammy. He was extremely patient with them, even when their machine disposition made them miss seeing things that were obvious to a living brain. They got the impression that he loved watching them develop from tools to beings.
They knew too how much he really did love to see them still flaunt their artificiality. They could really relax and be themselves with him. He loved it when they kissed each other, when they opened panels full of electronics and when they stimulated their sensors and sexual software in ways that only fembots could.
Even when they recharged next to him in bed, they knew he enjoyed feeling the warmth that it generated. They also knew he loved to hear the barely detectable hum of electricity that accompanied the battery charging process. And they loved it when his hands would stroke the skin around their open recharge ports. They could even feel his fingertips touch the exposed machinery as his hands worked their way around the electrical cords plugged snuggly into their backs.
It made them run all sorts of sexual arousal programs and subroutines when they thought of how they could turn him on just by saying or doing something inhuman, or even just by walking by. He was hopelessly in love with both of them and they loved it.
When Tammy reminded herself of that, her face lit up. "Let's have dinner together when we get back inside." she said.
"Sure." Mike said. He usually ate alone, but he knew the 558s and even the 542s could chew, swallow and expel food.
"I'll make something for us." Tammy said.
"It's starting to get dark, you wanna go back inside now?" Anya asked Mike.
"Yeah, let's do that." he said.
Still holding hands, the three of them turned around and made their way back toward the shoveled path and back to the big, snow-covered cabin.
"While you get started on supper, me and Anya will tell Maria about your experience."
The look of worry flashed back on Tammy's face for a while. "Okay." she said softly. She felt both her hands get a loving squeeze.
After another 10 minutes of walking, they were back at the cabin. As they entered and got out of their snowy outer clothes, Anya turned her computing power to the task of devising a single data file that would present their point of view to the Main Computer. Mike was thinking of things to say to Maria - arguments he hoped the pretty humanoid interface and her controlling terminal would understand. Tammy got her own processors busy on planning the meal she would make for her and her lovers.
Once they were out of their boots, coats, gloves and hats, Mike and Anya took turns embracing Tammy for a while. She was thankful to be held like that, and a little aroused too. Her self-written code could match those feelings amazingly effectively.
"You two go down to the lab now." she said with a warm smile on her face. "I'll compute what to make for us to eat."
"Okay." Mike said. He gave those full pink silicone lips a kiss.
"Let's go." Anya said as she led the way. Now that she had gotten out of her coat and snow pants, she was still dressed in only those little black panties and that unbuttoned see-through silk blouse.
Mike followed behind her, watching her legs work in those black high heels. She was calling forth his animal instincts, which he guessed was her intent. He loved it that these robots were as constantly horny as he.
While they went to the basement and got scanned at the door, Tammy went into the kitchen and collected her binary thoughts. She scanned through the multitude of recipes on her hard drives and narrowed down her choices to a few dozen. After some further selection between those, she selected one at random - a recipe she had downloaded from the internet called "Chicken Mediterranean".
She walked over to the fridge and got out the ingredients she would need. While her servo-activated arms worked to get that done, the microchips inside her chest that made up her brain waded through 1s and 0s in order to figure out what kind of pots, pans and utensils she would need.
There was a comfortable smile on her face now. By satisfying her lovers this way she could bring about data that meant satisfaction within her computer core. It didn't really matter that these sentient androids had no physical need for food. They had learned to value fine dining in their own way.
So Tammy began working on the meal while Anya and Mike were approaching one of the naked technicians in the basement.
"Hi Maria." Anya said. She had picked up a connection cable on the way.
Mike stood back and watched the technician turn and reply. "Hello Anya. Hello Mike."
The human came right out and said it. "Maria, something happened to Tammy today that we need to tell the Main Computer about."
Maria sent his voice patterns wirelessly to the console, which sorted and computed their meaning. It returned data back to the technician's head, which got translated by the processors in her chest into words that then came out of her speaker while her mouth was made to move. "Please explain." she said.
Anya was in the process of opening up Maria's chest panel and plugging into her. "I'll show you what Tammy showed me. Then Mike and I will explain just what's so special about this event."
Maria turned her head to stare blankly at Anya while she transmitted the data into her chest. Once it had been received, Maria sent it through the air to be processed by the powerful supercomputer.
The technician was still while the terminals around her calculated the significance of it all. Mike and Anya looked at each other. He went to go have a seat on a nearby examination table.
Finally Maria spoke again. "The Tammy robot has malfunctioned. Please bring the Tammy robot to Robot Control Station 64 to be diagnosed and repaired."
"It wasn't a malfunction." Mike said. "She's developing into more of a person from a machine."
Maria turned her head stiffly to look at him. "That does not compute." she said.
Still connected, Anya pinged Maria's CPU and fed her detailed, exhaustive arguments straight into the other fembot. "I'll show you what he's talking about." she said verbally.
That batch of data took a very long time to transfer and even longer for the main computer to process. After a couple of minutes, Mike got bored and looked around the Lab. He saw Laurie standing completely motionless behind a bank of consoles. He winked at her and walked toward her.
On the way, as he rounded a corner, he saw Susan lying naked on her examination table. "So this is the one that's leaving us?" he asked Laurie.
She moved mechanically to look at him. "Yes." she said simply.
He looked back down at the naked fembot. "Nice legs." he said.
She wasn't one of his favourites - those had somehow ended up being the artificial ladies with the biggest butts - but he didn't like the thought of being one fembot short.
"Are we getting a replacement for Susan?" he asked Laurie.
She relayed his request to the already busy supercomputer. After a bit of a wait, she said "Unknown."
Mike glanced down at Susan again, then looked over to Anya. She was stroking Maria's breasts again, playing with her realistic nipples while she waited.
Mike walked along the wall to view some of the dormant female androids in their cylindrical glass booths. He was looking for a beautiful face now as he quickly looked at the stiffly standing, serenely still sentinels.
"Melli." he said out loud as he looked upon another one of those supermodel-type bodies. C-cup breasts with sensitive looking nipples, a tall, slim frame with perfectly erect posture, and a hairless vagina with small, delicate lips and folds.
This robot was also one of the only ones with a tattoo coloured into her silicone covering. The large monochrome stylised wheel on the right hand side of her navel had flames reaching out diagonally from opposite sides. It was enigmatic, especially considering how it must have been calculated that it would help the original fembot agent complete her mission somehow.
Mike's gaze was drawn to her face as he pushed the button on the nearby keypad to open the front of the booth. It was quite amazing what Robot Control could do with a little bit of silicone and synthetic hair. Even without makeup, Melli was stunning. Not as stunning as Anya, mind you, but breathtaking to behold. Her eyes were wide and brown, with naturally dark and long eyelashes constructed into the eyelids around them.
Her nose was quite unique - perfectly proportioned to the rest of her face and slightly upturned at the end. He could vaguely see the shape of a Valentine heart at the end too; something he had noticed while her facemask was off, oddly enough. Her lips were big and pouty, and a nice delicate shade of pink that made them look quite sensitive. They were incredibly soft too, and thanks to her complex electronics, they worked just like real lips should.
The structure of her jaw was feminine, giving her a slender and finely shaped chin and a dignified look to her. The way her artificial hair had been cut and styled was one of the sexiest things about her. It fit her face and her mindless expression perfectly. Her true brown locks were luxuriantly shiney and soft. Parted off center on her right, they draped over her plastic and metal head in a lovely shape like a natural fountain, until they curled up near the base of her neck. A few strands of brown hair hung down across her forehead, slightly obscuring her left eye and eyebrow.
Mike opened the lady's chest panel and pressed in the red power button. He stood back and watched the sexy machine become animated. While she was making her startup chimes and beeps, he looked over at Anya and Maria. Anya was still playing with Maria's tits, and still waiting for the Main Computer to process all the many fine points the 558 had made.
"Melli robot number 7838812B activated." the newly activated android announced.
She stared ahead with perfect emptiness while he decided for what he would use her.
"Hi Melli." he said as he reached up and closed her chest panel.
She looked at him. "Hello Mike." she said.
He loved the way an unprogrammed woman acted. These 558s were almost as blatantly mechanical as the 510s this way.
"Step out of that booth, won't you?" he said.
"Yes Mike." she said.
He watched her step down from the platform, and heard the distinct sound of the booth's recharging arm disconnect from the base of her spine. He stepped behind her and closed her recharge port for her.
He stroked her backside for a while before he walked around again to face her. It wasn't the finest butt ever manufactured, in his opinion, but it was nice. And it suited well the rest of her chassis.
"How do you feel, Melli?" he asked.
She looked at him and ran the ultrafast diagnostic scan that those words always initiated in girls like her. "I feel fine, thank you."
He smiled. He reached out and stroked her lovely face. He wondered if he should remove it and get another look at that most beautiful combination of electronic parts and circuitry.
"Are you in the mood for some kissing?" he asked.
"I am not programmed to have moods." she replied.
He took her in his arms and began to kiss her inviting lips. Automatically, she loaded and executed her kissing programs. She put her arms around her and began to use her tongue as well as her plump lips to return his kisses in ways she calculated would satisfy his desires.
He figured this was as good a way as any to pass the time while the Main Computer did its calculations.
To be continued...
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Episode 13
Melli started returning Mike's kisses - just as he had expected and just as she had been programmed. The kisses were technically well executed, but to him they felt obviously mechanised and passionless.
Mike closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience for what it was. He imagined the complicated machinery of her mouth moving to provide him with this simulated act of sensuality. He envisioned all the moving parts of metal, plastic and silicone and all the precisely controlled surges of electricity pulsating through her wiring and her microchips.
Her sexy, slender body remained still for the most part while her wet lips moved and changed shape in response to what its sensors detected in his own mouth. One thing missing from the experience was the faint but audible sound of electricity humming and motors whirring. He would have been able to enjoy that too had he been kissing a 510.
But the lady in his arms was artificial enough for him. He kissed for a while until a thought crossed his mind. Tipped off by a whiff of a scent, he reminded himself of how this type of usage always triggered synthetic cum secretion in these plastic women. That functionality was part and parcel of the basic kissing and sex programs he had insisted upon being installed in all of them.
He stopped his kissing and leaned back a little from Melli. He looked into her lifeless electronic eyes. She was so perfectly empty of feelings, and the look showed clearly on her very pretty face.
"Melli, lay down face-up on that table and spread your legs." he commanded.
"Yes Mike." she said, and got to work computing and carrying out his order.
He went to go fetch an upholstered stool he had brought down to the lab just for occasions such as this. He placed it at the foot of the padded examination table. This one had casters, so he walked around and locked them with his foot.
With that done, he knelt down on the stool and leaned his body forward between the brunette android's legs. He probed her tight wet pussy with his fingers for a while, then leaned all the way over and started to lick the precious dew from her small and delicate pink lips.
Melli could feel nothing as he stimulated the sensors in her crotch that way. The only response her body made was to pump out more of that cream; giving him artificial pheromones and hormones to taste and enjoy.
Anya looked over to him and computed an idea. She had finished transferring data to the naked technician and was only waiting for the main computer to blast through the pile of hard calculations it needed to perform.
Chest panel still open, she hung the connection cable around Maria's neck and walked over to where Mike was. She aimed her head down at Melli and scanned the other 558 with her optical system. She sorted through the data collected and decided she wanted to join the fun.
Without speaking and with a horny grin on her face, she pulled off her panties and gently dragged them across Melli's nose a few times. Mike looked up and let out a chuckle between his licking and slurping.
Anya threw the panties on to Melli's navel and then tossed her dark silken hair to one side. She climbed up on to the table and straddled the emotionless girl to face Mike. Anya lowered her hips and arched her back until her own plastic pussy was touching Melli's lips.
"Robot number 7838812B, be a doll and eat my pussy." she said. She smiled at Mike.
Melli took a little longer than expected to calculate the meaning of Anya's request, but eventually she responded. "Yes Anya." she said, then got to work.
Anya started generating the feminine moans and sighs that had been missing from the situation. It made Mike even hornier to hear that gorgeous android getting off.
Meanwhile, between Melli's legs, Mike could sense a preprogrammed arousal pattern coming around to completion. Melli's CPU began to send instructions to her vaginal lubrication system to pump out more and more fluid. Just like most of the minimally programmed women here, Melli came the same way every time. When the climax of viscous fluid finally arrived, Melli was still unmoving - save for her mouth and jaw, which were still sucking and licking Anya's steadily draining component.
Mike was rock hard now and needed something to stick his dick into. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth with Anya's panties as he stood up and looked at Susan. He contemplated using her, but he didn't want to interfere with one of Robot Control's missions.
He turned his gaze over to Maria. He hadn't screwed her all day, but she was busy acting as the Main Computer's input/output device. He didn't want to delay that supercomputer's business any further either.
So he looked back to Laurie again. "I guess you and I will have conjugal relations today after all!" he said as he walked over and took her by the hand.
He was expecting the usual response, but instead she said "Yes Mike." He was impressed that the Main Computer could make out what he had meant.
He smiled and squeezed her curvy butt. "Get on that table and prepare your systems for a fucking good time."
Again, after a moment of calculation, the robot understood. "Yes Mike."
He smiled and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down just far enough and waited for the rather stiffly moving woman to get in position on the table. He laughed inwardly at the fact that he hadn't originally gone down to the lab to have a mini-orgy. "Funny how these things turn out." he thought.
He got on top of the mindless technician and thought about removing some skin. He gazed at her pretty face and touched her soft lips with his fingertips. He looked down at her breasts and gave them some attention for a while, then opened the rectangular panel just above them.
Now that he had a titillating display of electronics to look at, he got his throbbing cock into position and studied the pattern of flashing LEDs for a moment. He had learned that those patterns changed to reflect certain conditions of the chips and CPU within. He could see that they were changing, but he would need an electronic mind to measure and decipher what each flash and blink meant.
He put his warm penis into the fembot's equally warm vaginal unit and started to push slowly in and out. The technician stared back with eyes that never blinked and booted up some sex programming. She started matching his thrusts as he watched for changes in her chest panel.
Then he decided to go ahead and remove her facemask. With a slight pause in hip movement, he reached up and pried the expressionless face right off her head. The sight of all the plainly inhuman parts built around her realistic eyes got him instantly near to orgasm.
He tried to look for those exciting changes in flashing patterns as he thrusted in and out but he was soon overcome by the powerful sexual stimulation he could only get by looking into a fembot's electronic head. That feeling hit hard, and made him thrust forward and fill the faceless beauty's silicone pussy with a hot, thick load of semen.
He stayed in that position for a while as his crotch cooled down and his senses returned. He heard Anya moaning and panting heavy as she neared an orgasm of her own. She had her eyes closed and her head pointed to the ceiling. She had one hand on the edge of the padded table and one above her breasts, feeling up the circuitry and connection ports inside her open panel.
As Melli mindlessly ate Anya's pussy, the processors inside Anya's chest brought her step by step to another strong simulated orgasm. Anya's thighs quivered as she let out an animalistic cry of ecstasy. She continued to sing like that until her cries got lower, softer and farther apart.
When she had settled down enough, she turned to look at Mike. He had gotten off the table and was wiping his crotch off with her panties. She looked at him and laughed. Her face was reddened and glowing with synthetic perspiration.
"Give me those." she said brightly as she got off the table and walked toward the human.
He finished wiping himself off and handed her the little black satin undies. He watched and smiled as she brought them up to her face. She closed her eyes and smiled wide as her chemical sensors detected the scent of his cum mixed with Laurie's and a little bit of her own.
"You uncontrollable sex machine, you." he said as he pulled and zipped up his pants.
She opened her eyes and made her face look as expressionless as that of a brand new 510. She stared at him and emitted a maidbot-style series of computer beeps and tones from the speaker behind her closed mouth.
"THIS... UNIT...REQUIRES... MORE... SEX..." she said in a beautifully cold robotic monotone as he laughed.
To be continued...
Melli started returning Mike's kisses - just as he had expected and just as she had been programmed. The kisses were technically well executed, but to him they felt obviously mechanised and passionless.
Mike closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience for what it was. He imagined the complicated machinery of her mouth moving to provide him with this simulated act of sensuality. He envisioned all the moving parts of metal, plastic and silicone and all the precisely controlled surges of electricity pulsating through her wiring and her microchips.
Her sexy, slender body remained still for the most part while her wet lips moved and changed shape in response to what its sensors detected in his own mouth. One thing missing from the experience was the faint but audible sound of electricity humming and motors whirring. He would have been able to enjoy that too had he been kissing a 510.
But the lady in his arms was artificial enough for him. He kissed for a while until a thought crossed his mind. Tipped off by a whiff of a scent, he reminded himself of how this type of usage always triggered synthetic cum secretion in these plastic women. That functionality was part and parcel of the basic kissing and sex programs he had insisted upon being installed in all of them.
He stopped his kissing and leaned back a little from Melli. He looked into her lifeless electronic eyes. She was so perfectly empty of feelings, and the look showed clearly on her very pretty face.
"Melli, lay down face-up on that table and spread your legs." he commanded.
"Yes Mike." she said, and got to work computing and carrying out his order.
He went to go fetch an upholstered stool he had brought down to the lab just for occasions such as this. He placed it at the foot of the padded examination table. This one had casters, so he walked around and locked them with his foot.
With that done, he knelt down on the stool and leaned his body forward between the brunette android's legs. He probed her tight wet pussy with his fingers for a while, then leaned all the way over and started to lick the precious dew from her small and delicate pink lips.
Melli could feel nothing as he stimulated the sensors in her crotch that way. The only response her body made was to pump out more of that cream; giving him artificial pheromones and hormones to taste and enjoy.
Anya looked over to him and computed an idea. She had finished transferring data to the naked technician and was only waiting for the main computer to blast through the pile of hard calculations it needed to perform.
Chest panel still open, she hung the connection cable around Maria's neck and walked over to where Mike was. She aimed her head down at Melli and scanned the other 558 with her optical system. She sorted through the data collected and decided she wanted to join the fun.
Without speaking and with a horny grin on her face, she pulled off her panties and gently dragged them across Melli's nose a few times. Mike looked up and let out a chuckle between his licking and slurping.
Anya threw the panties on to Melli's navel and then tossed her dark silken hair to one side. She climbed up on to the table and straddled the emotionless girl to face Mike. Anya lowered her hips and arched her back until her own plastic pussy was touching Melli's lips.
"Robot number 7838812B, be a doll and eat my pussy." she said. She smiled at Mike.
Melli took a little longer than expected to calculate the meaning of Anya's request, but eventually she responded. "Yes Anya." she said, then got to work.
Anya started generating the feminine moans and sighs that had been missing from the situation. It made Mike even hornier to hear that gorgeous android getting off.
Meanwhile, between Melli's legs, Mike could sense a preprogrammed arousal pattern coming around to completion. Melli's CPU began to send instructions to her vaginal lubrication system to pump out more and more fluid. Just like most of the minimally programmed women here, Melli came the same way every time. When the climax of viscous fluid finally arrived, Melli was still unmoving - save for her mouth and jaw, which were still sucking and licking Anya's steadily draining component.
Mike was rock hard now and needed something to stick his dick into. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth with Anya's panties as he stood up and looked at Susan. He contemplated using her, but he didn't want to interfere with one of Robot Control's missions.
He turned his gaze over to Maria. He hadn't screwed her all day, but she was busy acting as the Main Computer's input/output device. He didn't want to delay that supercomputer's business any further either.
So he looked back to Laurie again. "I guess you and I will have conjugal relations today after all!" he said as he walked over and took her by the hand.
He was expecting the usual response, but instead she said "Yes Mike." He was impressed that the Main Computer could make out what he had meant.
He smiled and squeezed her curvy butt. "Get on that table and prepare your systems for a fucking good time."
Again, after a moment of calculation, the robot understood. "Yes Mike."
He smiled and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down just far enough and waited for the rather stiffly moving woman to get in position on the table. He laughed inwardly at the fact that he hadn't originally gone down to the lab to have a mini-orgy. "Funny how these things turn out." he thought.
He got on top of the mindless technician and thought about removing some skin. He gazed at her pretty face and touched her soft lips with his fingertips. He looked down at her breasts and gave them some attention for a while, then opened the rectangular panel just above them.
Now that he had a titillating display of electronics to look at, he got his throbbing cock into position and studied the pattern of flashing LEDs for a moment. He had learned that those patterns changed to reflect certain conditions of the chips and CPU within. He could see that they were changing, but he would need an electronic mind to measure and decipher what each flash and blink meant.
He put his warm penis into the fembot's equally warm vaginal unit and started to push slowly in and out. The technician stared back with eyes that never blinked and booted up some sex programming. She started matching his thrusts as he watched for changes in her chest panel.
Then he decided to go ahead and remove her facemask. With a slight pause in hip movement, he reached up and pried the expressionless face right off her head. The sight of all the plainly inhuman parts built around her realistic eyes got him instantly near to orgasm.
He tried to look for those exciting changes in flashing patterns as he thrusted in and out but he was soon overcome by the powerful sexual stimulation he could only get by looking into a fembot's electronic head. That feeling hit hard, and made him thrust forward and fill the faceless beauty's silicone pussy with a hot, thick load of semen.
He stayed in that position for a while as his crotch cooled down and his senses returned. He heard Anya moaning and panting heavy as she neared an orgasm of her own. She had her eyes closed and her head pointed to the ceiling. She had one hand on the edge of the padded table and one above her breasts, feeling up the circuitry and connection ports inside her open panel.
As Melli mindlessly ate Anya's pussy, the processors inside Anya's chest brought her step by step to another strong simulated orgasm. Anya's thighs quivered as she let out an animalistic cry of ecstasy. She continued to sing like that until her cries got lower, softer and farther apart.
When she had settled down enough, she turned to look at Mike. He had gotten off the table and was wiping his crotch off with her panties. She looked at him and laughed. Her face was reddened and glowing with synthetic perspiration.
"Give me those." she said brightly as she got off the table and walked toward the human.
He finished wiping himself off and handed her the little black satin undies. He watched and smiled as she brought them up to her face. She closed her eyes and smiled wide as her chemical sensors detected the scent of his cum mixed with Laurie's and a little bit of her own.
"You uncontrollable sex machine, you." he said as he pulled and zipped up his pants.
She opened her eyes and made her face look as expressionless as that of a brand new 510. She stared at him and emitted a maidbot-style series of computer beeps and tones from the speaker behind her closed mouth.
"THIS... UNIT...REQUIRES... MORE... SEX..." she said in a beautifully cold robotic monotone as he laughed.
To be continued...
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Episode 14
Anya cracked up in laughter soon too. The pair looked around them. Both Melli and Laurie were still lying face-up on examination tables, and both were in need of some cleaning.
"Let's leave them there for the maids to find." Anya said in her regular voice.
"Okay." Mike said. "You wanna get dressed before supper?"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed now?" she said. She was down to heels and an unbuttoned see-through blouse.
"I didn't mean it that way, I was just asking." he said as he held her chin for a kiss.
Anya kissed him back and dropped the wet panties to the floor as she put her arms around him. They shared a long kiss together while the consoles around them flashed, clicked and beeped to their constant computations.
Anya pulled her mouth back first and looked into his eyes. She had a smile on her face that made it look even lovelier. He followed her gaze as it drifted over to the other examination table and the naked and now faceless technician still layed upon it.
Anya walked over to the table, grabbing his hand as both his and her arms fell to their sides. She took him over there and gazed at the feminine machine on display.
"What makes all that circuitry so damn sexy to us Mike?" she said as she ran her fingertips along the contours of the unresponsive woman's breasts.
Mike was pleasantly surprised at Anya's introspection. He too looked down at the oval opening in the brunette woman's head, and at the high-tech machinery inside that served to duplicate both senses and means of expression.
"Well," he explained, "you and Tammy like it because I do."
"But why?" she asked. "Why fembots?"
Mike looked at her. "Do we really need to know why?" he asked. "Isn't it enough that we know these machines will turn us on?"
Anya looked back at the soulless droid on the table. "I don't know. I'm just really curious."
"Tell me about it." Mike said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she lightheartedly demanded.
"You're always the one with all the neat original ideas." he said. "That's a good thing, by the way."
Anya smiled a proud smile. "I guess so. I'm glad Robot Control screwed up that aspect of my programming. I think it's those bugs that made me like this."
"Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it happened." he said just before kissing her again.
While her mouth was busy giving him kisses, her speaker emitted her voice. "Are you thinking of my internal electronics right now?"
Mike made a little laugh. "Yeah." he said as he got back to kissing.
They finished and held each other once more.
"I wanted to ask you something Mike." she said. "While we were walking outside I detected signs of worry showing on your face... even as we made Tammy feel better."
Mike glanced down for a moment as he recalled his line of thought at that time.
"I don't understand..." Anya said, "what were you worried about?"
"The Main Computer." he said, looking at her again. "For a logical machine I think it's pretty unpredictable sometimes."
She kept looking at him. He could see she wanted to hear more.
"It... Robot Control doesn't yet appreciate exactly what's happened to you and Tammy. I get the feeling it knows something is developing, but I don't think it... believes that you two are really self aware beings."
"Well, I sure tell that computer I'm sentient every day when I get scanned. Tammy does too."
"Yeah... I don't know. That's why I'm worried... because I don't know."
"I calculate that you don't want Tammy to know that." she said.
He looked at her for a moment. "I think you're right."
"Tammy would understand." Anya said.
"I know, but she's got a lot to worry about on her own right now."
Maria called out from across the room. "Anya and Mike, more data is required."
They walked over to where Maria stood. "What do you need to know?" Mike asked.
Maria turned her head slowly and deliberately to look at him while she waited for instructions to arrive at the transponder in her head. "How is it that this incident was not a malfunction?" she said coldly. "Please explain."
"You're so cute when you're all serious like that." Anya said to her as she went right back to playing with the technician's tits.
Mike wondered what to say to this machine. He was silent for a moment. "Tammy's partial loss of control was something that... um... something that transcended that which can be described to a computer system."
Maria stared back with her lifeless and empty glass eyes. Mike knew exactly what she would say once the supercomputer had made it through its analysis of his syntax.
"That does not compute." she said.
Anya grabbed Maria's chin and turned her head to face her. She started kissing the technician's lips - initiating the non-standard kissing software within that unit's bare chest.
Mike raised an eyebrow at Anya as she closed her eyes with enjoyment. He thought of another way to make his point.
"Robot Control can't fully understand humanity... right?" he said.
Maria listened and relayed. The Main Computer computed and returned instructions to it's half Oriental, half Caucasian I/O unit. Maria stopped kissing Anya and turned her plastic and metal head. "That is correct." she said.
Anya faced the fembot her way again and continued kissing.
"Tammy's partial loss of full system control can't be understood as anything other than a malfunction by Robot Control, right?"
That took a little longer to compute, but in time the same sequence of events caused Maria to face the human and say "That is correct."
As Mike watched Anya resume the interrupted kiss once more, he thought of how to word his next statement in a way the supercomputer would be able to calculate properly. "Under the condition that I'm right, and that Anya's right... and that Tammy did not malfunction... then what happened to Tammy was something completely human in nature."
Mike watched Anya start kissing the mindless black-haired tool again while he waited for a response. He waited a long while. Anya and Maria kept kissing, robot mouth to robot mouth.
Mike sat down again on the examination table nearby. He waited a reasonable amount of time for Maria to respond, but she did not.
"Maria," he asked, "is the Main Computer still processing my argument?"
After a few seconds, the technician once again turned to face him and said "Yes."
"Anya," Mike said, "I'm gonna go see how Tammy's doing. You wanna come with me?"
Anya didn't stop kissing, but simply used her speaker to answer while her lips were busy. "I'm not done down here until I make this sexy robot squirt cream from her plastic pussy."
Mike snickered. "Okay then. We'll call you when supper's ready. Let us know if Maria tells you anything."
Anya didn't say anything further. She just reached down to start gently masturbating the emotionless technician while Mike took a last look and headed for the door.
When he got to the kitchen, he saw Tammy preparing the feast; busily walking around working on a few things at once. "Hi babe." he said.
She glanced quickly over at him. "Hi." she said cheerfully.
To him, she looked relaxed and happy again. She had put her hair up in a ponytail once more. "You need a hand?" he asked.
"I have spares in the basement, thank you." she said in jest.
Mike smiled again. "You're turning me on again." he said.
"I know," she said, "I can see that from thermal scans. You smell like sex too."
"Yeah, I just had an interface session with Laurie." he said.
"Mmmmmm..." Tammy moaned. "Now you're getting me horny."
"Got time for a quickie?" he said.
"No, I'm too busy right now." she said. "I don't want anything to burn."
"Okay. How much longer?" he asked.
"About half an hour." she said as she turned to go get some spices out of the cupboard.
"Alright, I'll be ready." he said. "I'm gonna go get cleaned and changed. I'll phone down to the lab and tell Anya to get her plastic butt in gear."
"You do that." Tammy said cheerfully as she showed off her excellent multitasking capabilities.
Mike lingered for a second to watch his favourite bend over to get another pot. Then with plastic butts on his mind he decided to kill some time with Diana.
He walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the 'office'. His cock was getting hard again just from the thought of that secretary's wide hips and plump buns.
To be continued...
Anya cracked up in laughter soon too. The pair looked around them. Both Melli and Laurie were still lying face-up on examination tables, and both were in need of some cleaning.
"Let's leave them there for the maids to find." Anya said in her regular voice.
"Okay." Mike said. "You wanna get dressed before supper?"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed now?" she said. She was down to heels and an unbuttoned see-through blouse.
"I didn't mean it that way, I was just asking." he said as he held her chin for a kiss.
Anya kissed him back and dropped the wet panties to the floor as she put her arms around him. They shared a long kiss together while the consoles around them flashed, clicked and beeped to their constant computations.
Anya pulled her mouth back first and looked into his eyes. She had a smile on her face that made it look even lovelier. He followed her gaze as it drifted over to the other examination table and the naked and now faceless technician still layed upon it.
Anya walked over to the table, grabbing his hand as both his and her arms fell to their sides. She took him over there and gazed at the feminine machine on display.
"What makes all that circuitry so damn sexy to us Mike?" she said as she ran her fingertips along the contours of the unresponsive woman's breasts.
Mike was pleasantly surprised at Anya's introspection. He too looked down at the oval opening in the brunette woman's head, and at the high-tech machinery inside that served to duplicate both senses and means of expression.
"Well," he explained, "you and Tammy like it because I do."
"But why?" she asked. "Why fembots?"
Mike looked at her. "Do we really need to know why?" he asked. "Isn't it enough that we know these machines will turn us on?"
Anya looked back at the soulless droid on the table. "I don't know. I'm just really curious."
"Tell me about it." Mike said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she lightheartedly demanded.
"You're always the one with all the neat original ideas." he said. "That's a good thing, by the way."
Anya smiled a proud smile. "I guess so. I'm glad Robot Control screwed up that aspect of my programming. I think it's those bugs that made me like this."
"Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it happened." he said just before kissing her again.
While her mouth was busy giving him kisses, her speaker emitted her voice. "Are you thinking of my internal electronics right now?"
Mike made a little laugh. "Yeah." he said as he got back to kissing.
They finished and held each other once more.
"I wanted to ask you something Mike." she said. "While we were walking outside I detected signs of worry showing on your face... even as we made Tammy feel better."
Mike glanced down for a moment as he recalled his line of thought at that time.
"I don't understand..." Anya said, "what were you worried about?"
"The Main Computer." he said, looking at her again. "For a logical machine I think it's pretty unpredictable sometimes."
She kept looking at him. He could see she wanted to hear more.
"It... Robot Control doesn't yet appreciate exactly what's happened to you and Tammy. I get the feeling it knows something is developing, but I don't think it... believes that you two are really self aware beings."
"Well, I sure tell that computer I'm sentient every day when I get scanned. Tammy does too."
"Yeah... I don't know. That's why I'm worried... because I don't know."
"I calculate that you don't want Tammy to know that." she said.
He looked at her for a moment. "I think you're right."
"Tammy would understand." Anya said.
"I know, but she's got a lot to worry about on her own right now."
Maria called out from across the room. "Anya and Mike, more data is required."
They walked over to where Maria stood. "What do you need to know?" Mike asked.
Maria turned her head slowly and deliberately to look at him while she waited for instructions to arrive at the transponder in her head. "How is it that this incident was not a malfunction?" she said coldly. "Please explain."
"You're so cute when you're all serious like that." Anya said to her as she went right back to playing with the technician's tits.
Mike wondered what to say to this machine. He was silent for a moment. "Tammy's partial loss of control was something that... um... something that transcended that which can be described to a computer system."
Maria stared back with her lifeless and empty glass eyes. Mike knew exactly what she would say once the supercomputer had made it through its analysis of his syntax.
"That does not compute." she said.
Anya grabbed Maria's chin and turned her head to face her. She started kissing the technician's lips - initiating the non-standard kissing software within that unit's bare chest.
Mike raised an eyebrow at Anya as she closed her eyes with enjoyment. He thought of another way to make his point.
"Robot Control can't fully understand humanity... right?" he said.
Maria listened and relayed. The Main Computer computed and returned instructions to it's half Oriental, half Caucasian I/O unit. Maria stopped kissing Anya and turned her plastic and metal head. "That is correct." she said.
Anya faced the fembot her way again and continued kissing.
"Tammy's partial loss of full system control can't be understood as anything other than a malfunction by Robot Control, right?"
That took a little longer to compute, but in time the same sequence of events caused Maria to face the human and say "That is correct."
As Mike watched Anya resume the interrupted kiss once more, he thought of how to word his next statement in a way the supercomputer would be able to calculate properly. "Under the condition that I'm right, and that Anya's right... and that Tammy did not malfunction... then what happened to Tammy was something completely human in nature."
Mike watched Anya start kissing the mindless black-haired tool again while he waited for a response. He waited a long while. Anya and Maria kept kissing, robot mouth to robot mouth.
Mike sat down again on the examination table nearby. He waited a reasonable amount of time for Maria to respond, but she did not.
"Maria," he asked, "is the Main Computer still processing my argument?"
After a few seconds, the technician once again turned to face him and said "Yes."
"Anya," Mike said, "I'm gonna go see how Tammy's doing. You wanna come with me?"
Anya didn't stop kissing, but simply used her speaker to answer while her lips were busy. "I'm not done down here until I make this sexy robot squirt cream from her plastic pussy."
Mike snickered. "Okay then. We'll call you when supper's ready. Let us know if Maria tells you anything."
Anya didn't say anything further. She just reached down to start gently masturbating the emotionless technician while Mike took a last look and headed for the door.
When he got to the kitchen, he saw Tammy preparing the feast; busily walking around working on a few things at once. "Hi babe." he said.
She glanced quickly over at him. "Hi." she said cheerfully.
To him, she looked relaxed and happy again. She had put her hair up in a ponytail once more. "You need a hand?" he asked.
"I have spares in the basement, thank you." she said in jest.
Mike smiled again. "You're turning me on again." he said.
"I know," she said, "I can see that from thermal scans. You smell like sex too."
"Yeah, I just had an interface session with Laurie." he said.
"Mmmmmm..." Tammy moaned. "Now you're getting me horny."
"Got time for a quickie?" he said.
"No, I'm too busy right now." she said. "I don't want anything to burn."
"Okay. How much longer?" he asked.
"About half an hour." she said as she turned to go get some spices out of the cupboard.
"Alright, I'll be ready." he said. "I'm gonna go get cleaned and changed. I'll phone down to the lab and tell Anya to get her plastic butt in gear."
"You do that." Tammy said cheerfully as she showed off her excellent multitasking capabilities.
Mike lingered for a second to watch his favourite bend over to get another pot. Then with plastic butts on his mind he decided to kill some time with Diana.
He walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the 'office'. His cock was getting hard again just from the thought of that secretary's wide hips and plump buns.
To be continued...
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Episode 15
Mike smiled wide as he walked into the fake office. The fake secretary was sitting in front of the desktop computer, entering huge amounts of random rubbish into a spreadsheet program. There was a blank white sheet of paper to her right, which she glanced at from time to time before typing a meaningless alphanumeric slop into the columns and fields.
"Hey there, sexy robot." he said.
She finished entering her current line and looked up at him. Her movements were a little on the mechanistic side. She made and held eye contact with him and said in her repetitive way "Hello Mike."
"Are you busy Diana?" Mike asked.
Another one of those synthesised beeps came out of her body to signal the heavy load her basic processors were under. "I am always very busy." she said. "There is always a lot of work for me to do."
"Stand up." he ordered. "Time for a little break."
She made another loud beep and said "Yes Mike." She remained motionless for a few seconds, then rose to her feet while pushing her rolling chair back.
"It's good to take a break every now and then." he said. "You should take off your facemask too... let your circuitry cool down."
She computed that for a while, spitting out 3 loud beeps as she did. "Yes Mike." she said.
He eagerly watched the woman do what he could never see enough of. His arousal grew even more as he watched her take hold of her own face and remove that plastic and metal apparatus from the rest of her head. He stared with lust at the flashing LEDs and electronic devices on display as she put the facemask down on top of her 'work'.
She then stood there at attention, with her arms to her sides. He admired the beauty of her inhuman parts for a while then said "Come out from behind that desk."
"Yes Mike." she said. She beeped again as she made her way to the middle of the room.
That wasn't what he had intended, but it didn't matter. He walked over to join her, and circled around to check out her body. She had presumably underwent a minor cleaning session before changing her clothes and returning to this room. Her hair had been brushed and was nicely styled again. He reached out to stroke its softness, and let his hand glide down on to her back, and over the tight acrylic sweater she wore.
The top was mostly light brown, with a broad asymmetrical black stripe along the bottom that angled up on the left side under her arm. It was an odd pattern, and to him it looked almost like part of a futuristic uniform. The fabric was new and unworn, and smooth enough to let his hand easily slide down farther along her back.
He felt the strap of her bra underneath the sweater as his hand followed the slope of her spine. His other hand went in to touch her as he reached the bottom of the sweater. The light brown pants she had changed into weren't as tight-fitting as her others had been, but the robot's big wide ass was still quite prominent.
"I can't keep my hands off your big sexy butt." he told her.
She computed, beeped, then said "That does not compute."
Mike was horny yet again, but there was a little feeling of soreness in his groin now. He was after all, only human.
"I'd love to bend you over right here and fuck that sweet tight 510 pussy from behind, but I'm too tired." he said as he stepped around to her front side. He sat himself down in her chair and looked at her for a while. "You sure are a sight to see." he said.
Diana only beeped at his comments as he gazed up at her exposed electronics.
"Step a little closer." he ordered.
"Yes Mike." she replied. She walked a step toward him.
"Closer." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said as she stepped right up to where he sat.
He placed his hands on the robot's big curvy hips, and slowly felt those exceptional curves. He thought about what Robot Control must have been computing when it designed this particular model.
Having a serial number that ended with the letter B, this unit - like most of the ladies here - was a spare. The ones with an A at the end of their serial numbers were the ones that mingled among the human population of the planet. Still, Mike couldn't fathom how a 510 like Diana could get away with impersonating a human. It seemed to him there must have been another use for that series.
He looked up at her head. With her stance and her posture, she hardly needed a display of complex internal machinery to reveal herself as a fembot. It was icing on the cake for him.
For a moment he then thought about her clothes. Professional attire certainly flattered her already extremely feminine form, and the earthy tones and slick blacks she usually wore complimented her face and her skin colour. But Mike craved a little variety now.
"Turn around." he said.
Diana computed that he likely meant for her to face the opposite direction. She made a 180° turn, and even did it without beeping.
Mike's penis swelled as the secretary's big buns jiggled in front of him. He reached out from this better position and stroked the fabulous contours of her mechanical ass. She was wearing clean, dry panties of the same cut as before under her loose fitting slacks.
"What kind of mission would your original be on for you to need a butt this big and sexy?" he asked her, even though he knew exactly what she would say. When that response came, he hardly paid attention to the words and instead enjoyed the perfect repetition of the sound.
"These pants aren't tight enough either." he said. "Your other brown pants make this ass look insanely hot, but I guess they're being cleaned, eh?"
She responded in that familiar, recurring way again.
"Let's go find something sexy for you to wear." he said as he rolled the chair back and stood up. "I wanna make you look like a total robo-slut."
He picked up her facemask and walked around her unmoving body. He placed it on her head and clicked it into place just as she was finishing another often repeated statement.
"Follow me Diana." he said as he led her out from behind the desk and out to the hallway. He stopped there, and said "Wait... I'm missing out on a chance to see your fembot booty wiggle."
He looked at her face. She looked as vacant and empty as ever.
"You go first. Go to the walk-in closet."
"Yes Mike." she replied.
"Call me Master." he suggested.
"Yes Master." she said again as he enjoyed the sight of her sexy wide hips swaying back and forth to the pumping steps of her electrically controlled legs.
He reached out to squeeze her big round buns a couple of times on the way. They had a nice bounce to them as each step ended and the next began. Tammy's hips moved this way too, but her plastic and titanium pelvis wasn't as wide as Diana's. Watching this robot walk was quite a show for a man obsessed with fembot booty.
The mindless 510 led him through the spare bedroom on her way to the walk-in closet. That room full of clothes was in between the spare and the master bedroom, and almost as large. All of Mike's, Tammy's and Anya's clothing was stored here, and most of the clothing that fit the other fembots was here too.
Mike noticed that the light was already on in the closet. He heard someone step from around an aisle of hangers. It was Anya.
"Fancy meeting you here." he said.
"Likewise!" she said with a happy laugh. She was completely naked now. "I see you've brought along my favourite toy."
Anya walked over to the petite secretary and started to give her deep kisses. Mike got even more aroused to watch Anya reach down and play with the big plump buns built into the comparatively basic model.
"I sometimes wish I had a big butt like this." Anya said without the need to stop her kissing. "Nice thick thighs too."
Mike smiled and said "You're butt's plenty cute. I like it just fine."
He watched Anya and Diana kiss for a while. Diana was beeping frequently now, but still managing to execute her augmented programming in response to the tall android's touch. Diana's hands squeezed Anya's sexy bottom just as much as Anya squeezed her's.
"So I guess the Main Computer finished calculating the things we said to Maria." Mike said.
Anya stopped kissing the secretary and walked over to Mike. "Nah... I just got tired of waiting. I told Maria to phone us when those calculations were done." She gave him a quick kiss that relayed love more than sexual attraction. "I'm gonna put on something nice for our dinner date with Tammy."
Mike looked down at the casual clothes he was wearing. "I think I'm good like this."
Anya smiled and turned around to look through the dresses hanging off to the side.
"I brought Diana up here to get her into something a little sexier." Mike said. "I'm going for the futuristic robo-slut look."
Anya gracefully turned back around and said "That's a good look. I think it would suit her fine."
"Since you're here, I'll just ask you." he said. "Do we have any tight rubber bodysuits that would fit her?"
Anya aimed her optical scanners at the petite 510 while she scrolled through the detailed inventory of garments that now filled her field of vision. "No, not in rubber." she said after a moment.
"How 'bout vinyl?" he asked.
Anya paused and calculated. "No. We should definitely get something like that though."
"How 'bout you think of something for her to wear?" he asked.
"Lingerie?" Anya asked.
"Been there, done that." he said.
Anya put a thoughtful expression on her facemask, then said "We do have some gold coloured spandex shorts. Real tight."
"That would be nice!" Mike said, looking down at the secretary's big hips.
"And there's a patent leather bustier around here that might fit this unit." Anya added.
"Okay, you get her dressed, I'm gonna wash up and go bug Tammy again."
"Okay." Anya said to him. "You ready to look like a futuristic robo-slut?" she asked Diana.
"That does not compute." she responded, to the enjoyment of both Mike and Anya.
"Damn, she's adorable!" Anya said.
Mike smiled. "Just don't be late for supper." he said and went on his way.
To be continued...
Mike smiled wide as he walked into the fake office. The fake secretary was sitting in front of the desktop computer, entering huge amounts of random rubbish into a spreadsheet program. There was a blank white sheet of paper to her right, which she glanced at from time to time before typing a meaningless alphanumeric slop into the columns and fields.
"Hey there, sexy robot." he said.
She finished entering her current line and looked up at him. Her movements were a little on the mechanistic side. She made and held eye contact with him and said in her repetitive way "Hello Mike."
"Are you busy Diana?" Mike asked.
Another one of those synthesised beeps came out of her body to signal the heavy load her basic processors were under. "I am always very busy." she said. "There is always a lot of work for me to do."
"Stand up." he ordered. "Time for a little break."
She made another loud beep and said "Yes Mike." She remained motionless for a few seconds, then rose to her feet while pushing her rolling chair back.
"It's good to take a break every now and then." he said. "You should take off your facemask too... let your circuitry cool down."
She computed that for a while, spitting out 3 loud beeps as she did. "Yes Mike." she said.
He eagerly watched the woman do what he could never see enough of. His arousal grew even more as he watched her take hold of her own face and remove that plastic and metal apparatus from the rest of her head. He stared with lust at the flashing LEDs and electronic devices on display as she put the facemask down on top of her 'work'.
She then stood there at attention, with her arms to her sides. He admired the beauty of her inhuman parts for a while then said "Come out from behind that desk."
"Yes Mike." she said. She beeped again as she made her way to the middle of the room.
That wasn't what he had intended, but it didn't matter. He walked over to join her, and circled around to check out her body. She had presumably underwent a minor cleaning session before changing her clothes and returning to this room. Her hair had been brushed and was nicely styled again. He reached out to stroke its softness, and let his hand glide down on to her back, and over the tight acrylic sweater she wore.
The top was mostly light brown, with a broad asymmetrical black stripe along the bottom that angled up on the left side under her arm. It was an odd pattern, and to him it looked almost like part of a futuristic uniform. The fabric was new and unworn, and smooth enough to let his hand easily slide down farther along her back.
He felt the strap of her bra underneath the sweater as his hand followed the slope of her spine. His other hand went in to touch her as he reached the bottom of the sweater. The light brown pants she had changed into weren't as tight-fitting as her others had been, but the robot's big wide ass was still quite prominent.
"I can't keep my hands off your big sexy butt." he told her.
She computed, beeped, then said "That does not compute."
Mike was horny yet again, but there was a little feeling of soreness in his groin now. He was after all, only human.
"I'd love to bend you over right here and fuck that sweet tight 510 pussy from behind, but I'm too tired." he said as he stepped around to her front side. He sat himself down in her chair and looked at her for a while. "You sure are a sight to see." he said.
Diana only beeped at his comments as he gazed up at her exposed electronics.
"Step a little closer." he ordered.
"Yes Mike." she replied. She walked a step toward him.
"Closer." he said.
"Yes Mike." she said as she stepped right up to where he sat.
He placed his hands on the robot's big curvy hips, and slowly felt those exceptional curves. He thought about what Robot Control must have been computing when it designed this particular model.
Having a serial number that ended with the letter B, this unit - like most of the ladies here - was a spare. The ones with an A at the end of their serial numbers were the ones that mingled among the human population of the planet. Still, Mike couldn't fathom how a 510 like Diana could get away with impersonating a human. It seemed to him there must have been another use for that series.
He looked up at her head. With her stance and her posture, she hardly needed a display of complex internal machinery to reveal herself as a fembot. It was icing on the cake for him.
For a moment he then thought about her clothes. Professional attire certainly flattered her already extremely feminine form, and the earthy tones and slick blacks she usually wore complimented her face and her skin colour. But Mike craved a little variety now.
"Turn around." he said.
Diana computed that he likely meant for her to face the opposite direction. She made a 180° turn, and even did it without beeping.
Mike's penis swelled as the secretary's big buns jiggled in front of him. He reached out from this better position and stroked the fabulous contours of her mechanical ass. She was wearing clean, dry panties of the same cut as before under her loose fitting slacks.
"What kind of mission would your original be on for you to need a butt this big and sexy?" he asked her, even though he knew exactly what she would say. When that response came, he hardly paid attention to the words and instead enjoyed the perfect repetition of the sound.
"These pants aren't tight enough either." he said. "Your other brown pants make this ass look insanely hot, but I guess they're being cleaned, eh?"
She responded in that familiar, recurring way again.
"Let's go find something sexy for you to wear." he said as he rolled the chair back and stood up. "I wanna make you look like a total robo-slut."
He picked up her facemask and walked around her unmoving body. He placed it on her head and clicked it into place just as she was finishing another often repeated statement.
"Follow me Diana." he said as he led her out from behind the desk and out to the hallway. He stopped there, and said "Wait... I'm missing out on a chance to see your fembot booty wiggle."
He looked at her face. She looked as vacant and empty as ever.
"You go first. Go to the walk-in closet."
"Yes Mike." she replied.
"Call me Master." he suggested.
"Yes Master." she said again as he enjoyed the sight of her sexy wide hips swaying back and forth to the pumping steps of her electrically controlled legs.
He reached out to squeeze her big round buns a couple of times on the way. They had a nice bounce to them as each step ended and the next began. Tammy's hips moved this way too, but her plastic and titanium pelvis wasn't as wide as Diana's. Watching this robot walk was quite a show for a man obsessed with fembot booty.
The mindless 510 led him through the spare bedroom on her way to the walk-in closet. That room full of clothes was in between the spare and the master bedroom, and almost as large. All of Mike's, Tammy's and Anya's clothing was stored here, and most of the clothing that fit the other fembots was here too.
Mike noticed that the light was already on in the closet. He heard someone step from around an aisle of hangers. It was Anya.
"Fancy meeting you here." he said.
"Likewise!" she said with a happy laugh. She was completely naked now. "I see you've brought along my favourite toy."
Anya walked over to the petite secretary and started to give her deep kisses. Mike got even more aroused to watch Anya reach down and play with the big plump buns built into the comparatively basic model.
"I sometimes wish I had a big butt like this." Anya said without the need to stop her kissing. "Nice thick thighs too."
Mike smiled and said "You're butt's plenty cute. I like it just fine."
He watched Anya and Diana kiss for a while. Diana was beeping frequently now, but still managing to execute her augmented programming in response to the tall android's touch. Diana's hands squeezed Anya's sexy bottom just as much as Anya squeezed her's.
"So I guess the Main Computer finished calculating the things we said to Maria." Mike said.
Anya stopped kissing the secretary and walked over to Mike. "Nah... I just got tired of waiting. I told Maria to phone us when those calculations were done." She gave him a quick kiss that relayed love more than sexual attraction. "I'm gonna put on something nice for our dinner date with Tammy."
Mike looked down at the casual clothes he was wearing. "I think I'm good like this."
Anya smiled and turned around to look through the dresses hanging off to the side.
"I brought Diana up here to get her into something a little sexier." Mike said. "I'm going for the futuristic robo-slut look."
Anya gracefully turned back around and said "That's a good look. I think it would suit her fine."
"Since you're here, I'll just ask you." he said. "Do we have any tight rubber bodysuits that would fit her?"
Anya aimed her optical scanners at the petite 510 while she scrolled through the detailed inventory of garments that now filled her field of vision. "No, not in rubber." she said after a moment.
"How 'bout vinyl?" he asked.
Anya paused and calculated. "No. We should definitely get something like that though."
"How 'bout you think of something for her to wear?" he asked.
"Lingerie?" Anya asked.
"Been there, done that." he said.
Anya put a thoughtful expression on her facemask, then said "We do have some gold coloured spandex shorts. Real tight."
"That would be nice!" Mike said, looking down at the secretary's big hips.
"And there's a patent leather bustier around here that might fit this unit." Anya added.
"Okay, you get her dressed, I'm gonna wash up and go bug Tammy again."
"Okay." Anya said to him. "You ready to look like a futuristic robo-slut?" she asked Diana.
"That does not compute." she responded, to the enjoyment of both Mike and Anya.
"Damn, she's adorable!" Anya said.
Mike smiled. "Just don't be late for supper." he said and went on his way.
To be continued...
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Episode 16
Anya's stereo-optic cameras scanned Mike's image as he walked out of the walk-in closet. The more creative of her algorithms and subroutines began to work on the task of dressing the petite 510 the way Mike had requested.
Anya got herself aroused at the precisely rendered imaginings she generated within her field of view. For fun, and with her processors working full tilt, she extrapolated all the myriad bits of binary data required to visualise Diana dressed in various combinations of clothes. She did all that while staring lustfully at the expressionless and unmoving secretary.
Since Anya had, like Tammy, chosen to adopt Mike's sexual preferences, she wanted Diana's exaggerated hourglass figure to be accentuated for full effect. The choice of clothing the human had asked for would be enough to do that, but Anya wanted to go further.
She reduced the processor time spent on her clothing visualisations to 33% and began digitally formulating ways to enhance both Diana's figure and her mechanicalness. The sentient 558 was getting horny again from all of that, and began to secrete a few drops of artificial cum while she looked at the mindless droid in front of her.
She closed her eyes as a surge of synthetic pleasure went through her system. "Too bad Mike left," she said to Diana. "I could use a big stiff human penis inside me right about now."
The 510 stared back, unblinking and unaffected. After a little wait she responded to the other woman's statement by beeping. Beads of artificial sweat appeared on Anya's forehead as she began to rub her crotch. "Take off your clothes." she ordered as her fingers got wet with her own fembot juice.
"Yes Anya." Diana responded.
"Call me robot number 742703A." Anya commanded.
"Yes robot number 742703A." Diana said. She beeped once more and began to work out the details of the steps necessary to get her out of her outfit.
Anya needed to sit down to finish pleasuring herself. She calculated fast and came up with the idea to get a stool. While Diana robotically removed her tight brown and black sweater, Anya trotted over to where the footwear was kept and lightly kicked the pink rolling upholstered stool over to where the other android was. She sat down on it behind her to get a prime view of the secretary's backside.
Anya kept stroking her electronic vagina, generating digital pleasure for her processors and requesting more and more drops of warm and slippery wetness. She watched Diana drop the sweater to the floor and then beep a few times as her CPU tried to work through all the complex operations needed to go to the next step.
While she leaned back and masturbated, Anya gave a little bit of thought to installing even more processor-taxing programs into the 510. That would make her beep even more frequently, and make her behaviour look even more fake and artificial. Anya smiled and closed her eyes as she felt an orgasm coming on.
Just as Diana stiffly bent over to unbuckle her ankle boots, Anya gave herself an intensely powerful orgasm in binary code. Like every single one she had ever experienced, this one was completely predictable and firmly under her control. As it grew and swelled, it reached a climax that took up just over 98% of her CPU's attention. All other systems and computations were suspended for a few seconds of android bliss while Anya sweated and looked at Diana's big plastic butt.
Anya pumped out deep 'breaths' that morphed into moans, then faded again into simulated heavy breathing. Her facemask had taken on a look that seemed to be numb with pleasure as she held on to that one spot in her entire body that held the most sensors - her clit. After cooling down and reassigning her processor time to her previous calculations, she got up to go get a towel.
She smiled and wiped a fallen strand of her black hair out of her eyes as she stepped near to Diana. She gave that woman's crotch a quick stroke from behind as she walked out of the closet and through the spare bedroom to the washroom.
Diana beeped again as her system started to finish computing how to remove her boots. Everything being calculated within her chest was done without the awareness of self that resided in the chests of Anya and Tammy. This robot was truly no more than an attractive machine shaped like a human female.
By the time she had called upon her electronic and gyroscopic balance and stabilisation systems to help her in the task of removing those boots, Anya had strolled back through the closet door. She had a big, satisfied smile on her face as she rubbed the white towel between her legs. She had already dabbed the thick drops of saline solution off her face. Soon she was all dry again, ready to finish up her creative imaginings.
She stood behind Diana again and watched the robot get completely naked. As time went by, it exposed more of its skin as the pile of clothing on the floor became larger. By the time the synthetic secretary was finished, Anya had figured out how she would be dressed.
Without speaking, she walked up to the petite, curvy fembot and opened her recharge port. She removed the cover completely and tossed it on top of the pile of clothing. Anya licked her lips as she reached upward and did the same to the small access panel between Diana's shoulders.
"It's important for girls like us to show off our circuitry." she said as she turned Diana around by applying a rotating movement to her shoulders. Two more beeps - so pleasing to Anya's microphones - came out of the other robot's naked body as she made little steps to turn and face the tall droid.
"Number three..." Anya said as she opened and removed the chest panel cover, "And number four." She bent down enough to pry open the trapezoidal panel above the 510's standard vaginal unit. That cover was removed as well and added to the pile.
"There." Anya said as she beheld the exposed beauty of the Diana robot. "Now you look even more artificial than before."
"That does not compute." Diana said, as expected.
Anya went across the room to go get those tight gold shorts she had told Mike about. She knew their location exactly, and spent hardly any time at all in opening the dresser drawer to get at them. She walked back to Diana, holding the shorts out for her. "Put these on." she said, listening to some more beeping as she turned around and went to get that bustier.
That too was in the dresser. Once Anya had it in her mechanical hands, she returned to the other bot and waited for her to be done with putting on the shorts. She reached out and stroked Diana's curves once they were pulled up all the way. They were shiney metallic booty shorts, trimmed to expose the bottom half of a woman's behind. Because her buns were so big, a lot more silicone skin showed on this particular android.
Diana's wide hips also made the waist band a little lower than it would have been on another lady. It met up with the bottom of the opened recharge port almost exactly.
"Nice." Anya said as she got horny again. She walked around the petite robot and checked out the front. The shiney shorts covered most of that panel above Diana's crotch, but revealed enough to show a few flashing LEDs. And from above, one could look down into the recessed panel and see even more electronic goodies.
Anya bent down and gave Diana a kiss. She then handed her the bustier and said "Next item, please. The petite automaton made scans of the garment with her basic optical system, and began making computations in order to figure out just how to put it on.
Anya listened to her beep and decided to help. She took it back from the confused robot and said "Raise your arms."
Using her almost completely silent servos and hydraulics, Diana raised her slender arms from the sides of her body until they were parallel to the floor. That would suffice. Anya unzipped the back of the strapless glossy leather bustier and wrapped it around Diana's torso. She zipped it up part-way then went around to the front to make sure the secretary's boobs fit properly into the cups.
Anya smiled and sighed with delight as she looked at those nice tits now manipulated by the push-up effect of the bustier. She went back behind Diana and zipped the thing up all the way.
"There..." she said with a satisfied smirk, "Now you need boots."
Anya walked over to the footwear side of the closet once more and picked up the calf-high vinyl boots she had chosen earlier. They were high platform style, and would add a good six inches to Diana's height. Three metallic gold stars were stitched down each side of each boot - twelve in all. That would make a nice match with the gold shorts, Anya computed.
She walked over once more to the petite 510 and helped her get into the boots. On Diana's legs they came up almost to the knee. Tammy had originally gotten these sexy boots for Maria to wear, but they fit a few other androids here too.
At the end of that process, Anya smiled and took in the sight. "Do you feel like a futuristic robo-slut?" she asked.
"That does not compute." Diana reported.
Anya thought about that and said "Nothing a little extra software can't fix. Don't go anywhere." She made a gesture to excuse herself and walked swiftly into the bedroom she shared with Tammy and Mike. She grabbed one of the many connection cables lying on the low dresser and returned with it to the walk-in closet.
She opened her own chest panel and proceeded to connect to Diana's chest. After a ping, Anya sent Diana some additional software to run. Being so very good at formulating new programs and software for herself and others, Anya decided to streamline the additions Tammy had made earlier that day. That would free up Diana's CPU for the calculations necessary to perform what Anya was uploading into her.
When a few minutes had passed, and Anya was all done, she closed the connection and unplugged the cord. She closed up her own chest panel and sternly said "Identify yourself, fembot."
After another beep, a deliberately slowed and stiffened turn of her neck, and a novel flourish of electronic tones, she said "Hello, I am Diana robot number 7839061B. I am a futuristic robo-slut."
Another delightful burst of randomly pitched synthesised sounds came out of Diana's speaker while Anya stepped over to one side.
"Excellent!" she said over-dramatically. She laughed and said. "Let's see your new strut. Walk to Mike's room."
"Yes robot number 742703A." the robo-slut said. She made some more of those beautifully unnatural sounds and started walking. The software Anya had just given her made her swing her big wide hips in a seductive way. It also made her steps more stiff and mechanical. It now took longer for Diana to walk, but it looked closer to what the maidbots did now.
All that extra computing made Diana beep even more frequently, and the more she beeped, the more her speaker was made to produce little bursts of those distinctly computerised sounds.
Mike would be well pleased.
To be continued...
Anya's stereo-optic cameras scanned Mike's image as he walked out of the walk-in closet. The more creative of her algorithms and subroutines began to work on the task of dressing the petite 510 the way Mike had requested.
Anya got herself aroused at the precisely rendered imaginings she generated within her field of view. For fun, and with her processors working full tilt, she extrapolated all the myriad bits of binary data required to visualise Diana dressed in various combinations of clothes. She did all that while staring lustfully at the expressionless and unmoving secretary.
Since Anya had, like Tammy, chosen to adopt Mike's sexual preferences, she wanted Diana's exaggerated hourglass figure to be accentuated for full effect. The choice of clothing the human had asked for would be enough to do that, but Anya wanted to go further.
She reduced the processor time spent on her clothing visualisations to 33% and began digitally formulating ways to enhance both Diana's figure and her mechanicalness. The sentient 558 was getting horny again from all of that, and began to secrete a few drops of artificial cum while she looked at the mindless droid in front of her.
She closed her eyes as a surge of synthetic pleasure went through her system. "Too bad Mike left," she said to Diana. "I could use a big stiff human penis inside me right about now."
The 510 stared back, unblinking and unaffected. After a little wait she responded to the other woman's statement by beeping. Beads of artificial sweat appeared on Anya's forehead as she began to rub her crotch. "Take off your clothes." she ordered as her fingers got wet with her own fembot juice.
"Yes Anya." Diana responded.
"Call me robot number 742703A." Anya commanded.
"Yes robot number 742703A." Diana said. She beeped once more and began to work out the details of the steps necessary to get her out of her outfit.
Anya needed to sit down to finish pleasuring herself. She calculated fast and came up with the idea to get a stool. While Diana robotically removed her tight brown and black sweater, Anya trotted over to where the footwear was kept and lightly kicked the pink rolling upholstered stool over to where the other android was. She sat down on it behind her to get a prime view of the secretary's backside.
Anya kept stroking her electronic vagina, generating digital pleasure for her processors and requesting more and more drops of warm and slippery wetness. She watched Diana drop the sweater to the floor and then beep a few times as her CPU tried to work through all the complex operations needed to go to the next step.
While she leaned back and masturbated, Anya gave a little bit of thought to installing even more processor-taxing programs into the 510. That would make her beep even more frequently, and make her behaviour look even more fake and artificial. Anya smiled and closed her eyes as she felt an orgasm coming on.
Just as Diana stiffly bent over to unbuckle her ankle boots, Anya gave herself an intensely powerful orgasm in binary code. Like every single one she had ever experienced, this one was completely predictable and firmly under her control. As it grew and swelled, it reached a climax that took up just over 98% of her CPU's attention. All other systems and computations were suspended for a few seconds of android bliss while Anya sweated and looked at Diana's big plastic butt.
Anya pumped out deep 'breaths' that morphed into moans, then faded again into simulated heavy breathing. Her facemask had taken on a look that seemed to be numb with pleasure as she held on to that one spot in her entire body that held the most sensors - her clit. After cooling down and reassigning her processor time to her previous calculations, she got up to go get a towel.
She smiled and wiped a fallen strand of her black hair out of her eyes as she stepped near to Diana. She gave that woman's crotch a quick stroke from behind as she walked out of the closet and through the spare bedroom to the washroom.
Diana beeped again as her system started to finish computing how to remove her boots. Everything being calculated within her chest was done without the awareness of self that resided in the chests of Anya and Tammy. This robot was truly no more than an attractive machine shaped like a human female.
By the time she had called upon her electronic and gyroscopic balance and stabilisation systems to help her in the task of removing those boots, Anya had strolled back through the closet door. She had a big, satisfied smile on her face as she rubbed the white towel between her legs. She had already dabbed the thick drops of saline solution off her face. Soon she was all dry again, ready to finish up her creative imaginings.
She stood behind Diana again and watched the robot get completely naked. As time went by, it exposed more of its skin as the pile of clothing on the floor became larger. By the time the synthetic secretary was finished, Anya had figured out how she would be dressed.
Without speaking, she walked up to the petite, curvy fembot and opened her recharge port. She removed the cover completely and tossed it on top of the pile of clothing. Anya licked her lips as she reached upward and did the same to the small access panel between Diana's shoulders.
"It's important for girls like us to show off our circuitry." she said as she turned Diana around by applying a rotating movement to her shoulders. Two more beeps - so pleasing to Anya's microphones - came out of the other robot's naked body as she made little steps to turn and face the tall droid.
"Number three..." Anya said as she opened and removed the chest panel cover, "And number four." She bent down enough to pry open the trapezoidal panel above the 510's standard vaginal unit. That cover was removed as well and added to the pile.
"There." Anya said as she beheld the exposed beauty of the Diana robot. "Now you look even more artificial than before."
"That does not compute." Diana said, as expected.
Anya went across the room to go get those tight gold shorts she had told Mike about. She knew their location exactly, and spent hardly any time at all in opening the dresser drawer to get at them. She walked back to Diana, holding the shorts out for her. "Put these on." she said, listening to some more beeping as she turned around and went to get that bustier.
That too was in the dresser. Once Anya had it in her mechanical hands, she returned to the other bot and waited for her to be done with putting on the shorts. She reached out and stroked Diana's curves once they were pulled up all the way. They were shiney metallic booty shorts, trimmed to expose the bottom half of a woman's behind. Because her buns were so big, a lot more silicone skin showed on this particular android.
Diana's wide hips also made the waist band a little lower than it would have been on another lady. It met up with the bottom of the opened recharge port almost exactly.
"Nice." Anya said as she got horny again. She walked around the petite robot and checked out the front. The shiney shorts covered most of that panel above Diana's crotch, but revealed enough to show a few flashing LEDs. And from above, one could look down into the recessed panel and see even more electronic goodies.
Anya bent down and gave Diana a kiss. She then handed her the bustier and said "Next item, please. The petite automaton made scans of the garment with her basic optical system, and began making computations in order to figure out just how to put it on.
Anya listened to her beep and decided to help. She took it back from the confused robot and said "Raise your arms."
Using her almost completely silent servos and hydraulics, Diana raised her slender arms from the sides of her body until they were parallel to the floor. That would suffice. Anya unzipped the back of the strapless glossy leather bustier and wrapped it around Diana's torso. She zipped it up part-way then went around to the front to make sure the secretary's boobs fit properly into the cups.
Anya smiled and sighed with delight as she looked at those nice tits now manipulated by the push-up effect of the bustier. She went back behind Diana and zipped the thing up all the way.
"There..." she said with a satisfied smirk, "Now you need boots."
Anya walked over to the footwear side of the closet once more and picked up the calf-high vinyl boots she had chosen earlier. They were high platform style, and would add a good six inches to Diana's height. Three metallic gold stars were stitched down each side of each boot - twelve in all. That would make a nice match with the gold shorts, Anya computed.
She walked over once more to the petite 510 and helped her get into the boots. On Diana's legs they came up almost to the knee. Tammy had originally gotten these sexy boots for Maria to wear, but they fit a few other androids here too.
At the end of that process, Anya smiled and took in the sight. "Do you feel like a futuristic robo-slut?" she asked.
"That does not compute." Diana reported.
Anya thought about that and said "Nothing a little extra software can't fix. Don't go anywhere." She made a gesture to excuse herself and walked swiftly into the bedroom she shared with Tammy and Mike. She grabbed one of the many connection cables lying on the low dresser and returned with it to the walk-in closet.
She opened her own chest panel and proceeded to connect to Diana's chest. After a ping, Anya sent Diana some additional software to run. Being so very good at formulating new programs and software for herself and others, Anya decided to streamline the additions Tammy had made earlier that day. That would free up Diana's CPU for the calculations necessary to perform what Anya was uploading into her.
When a few minutes had passed, and Anya was all done, she closed the connection and unplugged the cord. She closed up her own chest panel and sternly said "Identify yourself, fembot."
After another beep, a deliberately slowed and stiffened turn of her neck, and a novel flourish of electronic tones, she said "Hello, I am Diana robot number 7839061B. I am a futuristic robo-slut."
Another delightful burst of randomly pitched synthesised sounds came out of Diana's speaker while Anya stepped over to one side.
"Excellent!" she said over-dramatically. She laughed and said. "Let's see your new strut. Walk to Mike's room."
"Yes robot number 742703A." the robo-slut said. She made some more of those beautifully unnatural sounds and started walking. The software Anya had just given her made her swing her big wide hips in a seductive way. It also made her steps more stiff and mechanical. It now took longer for Diana to walk, but it looked closer to what the maidbots did now.
All that extra computing made Diana beep even more frequently, and the more she beeped, the more her speaker was made to produce little bursts of those distinctly computerised sounds.
Mike would be well pleased.
To be continued...
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Episode 17
The mouth watering aroma of chicken roasting in herbs began to fill the house as Anya looked Diana over for a while. "I think I'll send you on your way now." she said.
She stooped over to whisper several commands into Diana's ear. After each command, Diana said "Yes robot number 742703A."
Anya gave enough orders to the 510 to occupy her for the rest of the day. The robo-slut would be put to good use.
When Anya was finished, she gave Diana a kiss and said "I have to get dressed for supper, so you start working on your orders."
"Yes robot number 742703A." Diana said. She beeped over the sound of some randomly pitched tones and made her stiff mechanical way out of Mike's room. Her movements were slowed down from the way her series usually walked. They were more stiff as well, as Anya had programmed detailed instructions into the robot's chest that made her movements more deliberate and clunky.
Compared with the 558s and the 542s, the limbs and joints of the 510s had fewer degrees of freedom. That was a mechanical limitation, but Anya had seen fit to turn even some of those off with software. The result was more robotic and artificial movement in every one of her joints.
The way Diana walked down the stairs and did everything else was now closer to the way the ultrarobotic maidbots moved. And like the maids, Diana made computerised sounds come out of her speaker - though these were intermittent and not as loud.
Other movements had been programmed into the plump-assed secretary as well. From time to time her head would turn slowly from side to side, as if she was scanning the room. This too was accompanied by sounds that living things could not make. Anya had also disabled Diana's eye-blinking algorithms and made her hips swing farther out to the side as she walked.
This was the sight that eventually greeted Mike and Tammy in the kitchen. The two lovers heard the robot coming and were both watching as it entered the scene.
She stopped in the doorway and slowly scanned the room. After that, she beeped and said "Hello, I am Diana robot number 7839061B. I am a futuristic robo-slut."
Tammy and Mike looked at each other and started laughing. "She looks good like that!" Tammy said as she mixed a salad.
Mike got up from his seat at the table and walked over to Diana. "Well, hello Diana robot number 78... whatever your number is."
Diana's head moved machine-like to look at him. "My serial number is 7839061B." she said.
"Anya did a pretty good job, didn't she?" he said as he turned his head to look at Tammy.
"I'll say!" Tammy said.
"I am a futuristic robo-slut." Diana said again. "I am made of plastic and metal. I am powered by electricity. I do not have feelings or emotions. I am programmed to seduce you. You can not resist me."
Mike was already aroused again from watching Tammy move as she worked. Now he was fully horny again as he looked at the circuitry and the tight fitting garments on the Diana robot.
"We're gonna be eating soon," Mike said, "why don't you come back after that and we can have some sort of multi-fembot orgy."
Diana looked at him, her expression seeming even more blank somehow. She made a rather long series of different tones and bloops, then beeped loud once. "Yes Master." she said.
Him and Tammy watched the machine turn her head and her body toward the door to the basement, then walk in her slow, stiff strut over to go downstairs.
"Anya's got such a dirty mind, doesn't she?" Tammy said happily as she and Mike watched Diana's big hips swaying back and forth to her mechanised steps.
The robo-slut continued to walk in that fashion until she reached the laser grid scanner by the door at the bottom of the steps. She identified herself verbally to the disembodied fembot voice, telling it her name, serial number, and new designation.
The scanner couldn't possibly care, nor could it even understand the spoken language Diana generated. That didn't effect the petite lady though, she was only following Anya's whispered orders herself.
When the big metal door to the lab slid open, Diana stiffly walked through and made some visual scans of the scene. Maria was still standing in the exact same spot on the floor. She ignored Diana until the secretary walked up to the technician and repeated "Hello, I am Diana robot number 7839061B. I am a futuristic robo-slut."
Maria turned her head almost as stiffly as Diana had, and proceeded to stare out vacantly at her. The Main Computer sent out instructions and Maria said "Hello Diana. How do you feel?"
Diana looked at the sexy technician with the neatly bobbed, reflective shoulder-length hair. She responded first to placate the request for a quick diagnostic scan. "I feel fine, thank you." she said as her processors called upon some more of Anya's programming. "I also feel like kissing, licking, sucking and fucking. I require tits, ass and circuitry to fulfil my digital desires."
The mechanisms inside Maria's neck worked to get her head facing the way it had been before as Diana made another burst of fembot noises. She then walked past Maria and around that first line of consoles to the more open area in the center of the room. More optical scans revealed three more naked fembots lying face-up on examination tables.
Susan was still waiting to be picked up. Melli was still lying there with a wet mouth and a wet pussy. The other technician, Laurie, was still exactly where Mike had left her - faceless and wet between the legs. With her advanced chemical sensors, Diana smelled the love juice both real and artificial in the air. She wrote a detailed report of its presence to her daily memory log.
She made some more computer sounds then introduced herself in her new way to each of the naked fembots in turn. Susan didn't respond at all, and Melli and Laurie reacted only as Maria had.
When Diana was done walking around between the examination tables, flaunting her circuitry and curves as she went, she recalled the next order from the series Anya had given. She computed, beeped, and set upon carrying it out.
She approached the gorgeous brunette with the unique tattoo. "Stand up Melli." she commanded.
Melli used her more advanced 558 chipsets to process that order much faster than Diana could have. Since all these women were programmed by default to obey, Melli immediately complied. "Yes Diana." she said as she got up from the table and stood beside it.
Diana did some computing of her own, beeped a couple of times over her new projections of other sounds and said "Call me Diana robot number 7839061B the futuristic robo-slut."
Melli looked emotionlessly at the small, chubby-assed lady and said "Yes Diana robot number 7839061B the futuristic robo-slut."
Diana processed the next steps required to fulfil Anya's orders and got to work on completing them. She pulled down her tight gold booty shorts a bit and stood next to Melli. She then turned her body 22° toward the taller brunette.
Melli stared out with perfectly empty eyes as the combined wetness of synthetic saliva and vaginal fluid glistened on her pink lips under the fluorescent lights of the lab. Diana computed, calculated, and processed. Her slower and less powerful CPU sent out another batch of warning beeps as she made it through the next steps.
The next command came out of Diana's moving lips from her magnetic speaker. "Melli, masturbate my vaginal unit."
Melli processed that command in a flash and complied. "Yes Diana robot number 7839061B the futuristic robo-slut." she said as she reached down between Diana's legs - without thinking or looking - and started to work on the secretary's electronic crotch.
Diana made a few more beeps and started emitting a long string of randomised tones that turned constant. She moved her own robotic hand down to Melli's crotch and began to stimulate those silicone folds and creases.
Both ladies were now dripping steadily from between their legs. They showed no simulated emotion or any other kind of response. That strange act would have gone on indefinitely had Diana's system not crashed yet again.
Diana began repeating the exact same loop of random tones, followed by a beep. Her hand too was making stroking motions that simply repeated exactly again and again on Melli's plastic labia.
Melli looked completely unreal and emotionless as she kept on stroking the malfunctioning 510 beside her. She was as oblivious to Diana's system crash as she was to the notion that they were simulating an act of mutual pleasure.
Laurie noticed though, thanks to the processing of the Main Computer. She sat up rapidly and mechanically, then turned her open head to look at the malfunctioning secretary. The video data was analysed by the Main Computer, and was found to match the recorded audio data. The Diana unit was indeed in the process of crashing.
Laurie got up off the table and walked over to Diana. She aimed her faceless head at Melli and said "Melli, please end your current task and wait in front of your storage booth for further commands."
The extremely pretty brown-eyed bot looked at the technician and said "Yes Laurie." Then she stopped what she was doing and went to fulfill these new orders. A few drops of strongly scented cream dripped from her hairless vagina as she walked in her sexy way over to the booth.
Laurie acted upon more signals from the supercomputer and turned her head full of circuitry over to look at Diana. She looked down at the 510's chest and saw that the panel was already open. Laurie simply pressed the red power button and diligently monitored Diana's shut-down sequence.
To be continued...
The mouth watering aroma of chicken roasting in herbs began to fill the house as Anya looked Diana over for a while. "I think I'll send you on your way now." she said.
She stooped over to whisper several commands into Diana's ear. After each command, Diana said "Yes robot number 742703A."
Anya gave enough orders to the 510 to occupy her for the rest of the day. The robo-slut would be put to good use.
When Anya was finished, she gave Diana a kiss and said "I have to get dressed for supper, so you start working on your orders."
"Yes robot number 742703A." Diana said. She beeped over the sound of some randomly pitched tones and made her stiff mechanical way out of Mike's room. Her movements were slowed down from the way her series usually walked. They were more stiff as well, as Anya had programmed detailed instructions into the robot's chest that made her movements more deliberate and clunky.
Compared with the 558s and the 542s, the limbs and joints of the 510s had fewer degrees of freedom. That was a mechanical limitation, but Anya had seen fit to turn even some of those off with software. The result was more robotic and artificial movement in every one of her joints.
The way Diana walked down the stairs and did everything else was now closer to the way the ultrarobotic maidbots moved. And like the maids, Diana made computerised sounds come out of her speaker - though these were intermittent and not as loud.
Other movements had been programmed into the plump-assed secretary as well. From time to time her head would turn slowly from side to side, as if she was scanning the room. This too was accompanied by sounds that living things could not make. Anya had also disabled Diana's eye-blinking algorithms and made her hips swing farther out to the side as she walked.
This was the sight that eventually greeted Mike and Tammy in the kitchen. The two lovers heard the robot coming and were both watching as it entered the scene.
She stopped in the doorway and slowly scanned the room. After that, she beeped and said "Hello, I am Diana robot number 7839061B. I am a futuristic robo-slut."
Tammy and Mike looked at each other and started laughing. "She looks good like that!" Tammy said as she mixed a salad.
Mike got up from his seat at the table and walked over to Diana. "Well, hello Diana robot number 78... whatever your number is."
Diana's head moved machine-like to look at him. "My serial number is 7839061B." she said.
"Anya did a pretty good job, didn't she?" he said as he turned his head to look at Tammy.
"I'll say!" Tammy said.
"I am a futuristic robo-slut." Diana said again. "I am made of plastic and metal. I am powered by electricity. I do not have feelings or emotions. I am programmed to seduce you. You can not resist me."
Mike was already aroused again from watching Tammy move as she worked. Now he was fully horny again as he looked at the circuitry and the tight fitting garments on the Diana robot.
"We're gonna be eating soon," Mike said, "why don't you come back after that and we can have some sort of multi-fembot orgy."
Diana looked at him, her expression seeming even more blank somehow. She made a rather long series of different tones and bloops, then beeped loud once. "Yes Master." she said.
Him and Tammy watched the machine turn her head and her body toward the door to the basement, then walk in her slow, stiff strut over to go downstairs.
"Anya's got such a dirty mind, doesn't she?" Tammy said happily as she and Mike watched Diana's big hips swaying back and forth to her mechanised steps.
The robo-slut continued to walk in that fashion until she reached the laser grid scanner by the door at the bottom of the steps. She identified herself verbally to the disembodied fembot voice, telling it her name, serial number, and new designation.
The scanner couldn't possibly care, nor could it even understand the spoken language Diana generated. That didn't effect the petite lady though, she was only following Anya's whispered orders herself.
When the big metal door to the lab slid open, Diana stiffly walked through and made some visual scans of the scene. Maria was still standing in the exact same spot on the floor. She ignored Diana until the secretary walked up to the technician and repeated "Hello, I am Diana robot number 7839061B. I am a futuristic robo-slut."
Maria turned her head almost as stiffly as Diana had, and proceeded to stare out vacantly at her. The Main Computer sent out instructions and Maria said "Hello Diana. How do you feel?"
Diana looked at the sexy technician with the neatly bobbed, reflective shoulder-length hair. She responded first to placate the request for a quick diagnostic scan. "I feel fine, thank you." she said as her processors called upon some more of Anya's programming. "I also feel like kissing, licking, sucking and fucking. I require tits, ass and circuitry to fulfil my digital desires."
The mechanisms inside Maria's neck worked to get her head facing the way it had been before as Diana made another burst of fembot noises. She then walked past Maria and around that first line of consoles to the more open area in the center of the room. More optical scans revealed three more naked fembots lying face-up on examination tables.
Susan was still waiting to be picked up. Melli was still lying there with a wet mouth and a wet pussy. The other technician, Laurie, was still exactly where Mike had left her - faceless and wet between the legs. With her advanced chemical sensors, Diana smelled the love juice both real and artificial in the air. She wrote a detailed report of its presence to her daily memory log.
She made some more computer sounds then introduced herself in her new way to each of the naked fembots in turn. Susan didn't respond at all, and Melli and Laurie reacted only as Maria had.
When Diana was done walking around between the examination tables, flaunting her circuitry and curves as she went, she recalled the next order from the series Anya had given. She computed, beeped, and set upon carrying it out.
She approached the gorgeous brunette with the unique tattoo. "Stand up Melli." she commanded.
Melli used her more advanced 558 chipsets to process that order much faster than Diana could have. Since all these women were programmed by default to obey, Melli immediately complied. "Yes Diana." she said as she got up from the table and stood beside it.
Diana did some computing of her own, beeped a couple of times over her new projections of other sounds and said "Call me Diana robot number 7839061B the futuristic robo-slut."
Melli looked emotionlessly at the small, chubby-assed lady and said "Yes Diana robot number 7839061B the futuristic robo-slut."
Diana processed the next steps required to fulfil Anya's orders and got to work on completing them. She pulled down her tight gold booty shorts a bit and stood next to Melli. She then turned her body 22° toward the taller brunette.
Melli stared out with perfectly empty eyes as the combined wetness of synthetic saliva and vaginal fluid glistened on her pink lips under the fluorescent lights of the lab. Diana computed, calculated, and processed. Her slower and less powerful CPU sent out another batch of warning beeps as she made it through the next steps.
The next command came out of Diana's moving lips from her magnetic speaker. "Melli, masturbate my vaginal unit."
Melli processed that command in a flash and complied. "Yes Diana robot number 7839061B the futuristic robo-slut." she said as she reached down between Diana's legs - without thinking or looking - and started to work on the secretary's electronic crotch.
Diana made a few more beeps and started emitting a long string of randomised tones that turned constant. She moved her own robotic hand down to Melli's crotch and began to stimulate those silicone folds and creases.
Both ladies were now dripping steadily from between their legs. They showed no simulated emotion or any other kind of response. That strange act would have gone on indefinitely had Diana's system not crashed yet again.
Diana began repeating the exact same loop of random tones, followed by a beep. Her hand too was making stroking motions that simply repeated exactly again and again on Melli's plastic labia.
Melli looked completely unreal and emotionless as she kept on stroking the malfunctioning 510 beside her. She was as oblivious to Diana's system crash as she was to the notion that they were simulating an act of mutual pleasure.
Laurie noticed though, thanks to the processing of the Main Computer. She sat up rapidly and mechanically, then turned her open head to look at the malfunctioning secretary. The video data was analysed by the Main Computer, and was found to match the recorded audio data. The Diana unit was indeed in the process of crashing.
Laurie got up off the table and walked over to Diana. She aimed her faceless head at Melli and said "Melli, please end your current task and wait in front of your storage booth for further commands."
The extremely pretty brown-eyed bot looked at the technician and said "Yes Laurie." Then she stopped what she was doing and went to fulfill these new orders. A few drops of strongly scented cream dripped from her hairless vagina as she walked in her sexy way over to the booth.
Laurie acted upon more signals from the supercomputer and turned her head full of circuitry over to look at Diana. She looked down at the 510's chest and saw that the panel was already open. Laurie simply pressed the red power button and diligently monitored Diana's shut-down sequence.
To be continued...
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Episode 18
While Laurie was taking care of the temporarily deactivated Diana unit downstairs, Anya was still in the walk-in closet deciding what to wear to dinner. She had narrowed her choices down to two, but they were very different. She now wondered if she should just get into some comfy sweat pants and a sweater like Mike and Tammy were wearing or if she should stick to her original plan and put on something truly stunning.
The more she thought about it, the more she had trouble deciding. It seemed her processors couldn't make the choice in either way. Then at last she reminded herself that comfort was an abstract notion that didn't really apply to an android who couldn't experience physical discomfort.
Anya blushed in slight embarrassment when she realised how obvious that now seemed. She put the sweats back in the dresser and walked over to the evening gowns. She leafed through the expensive dresses on the hangers and scanned them with her silently motorised eyes. When she reached one of the dresses she had never worn before, she quickly made up her mind.
She held the label in her fingers and optically scanned it to make sure the dress would fit. It would. With a bright smile on her face, she pulled the hanger from the rack and looked the gown over. It was all red, mostly a luxuriant metallic lamé with red sequin trim. She envisioned herself wearing that garment, and got a little more excited thinking about the way she would look moving about dressed like that.
The dress was clingy enough to show off her curves and cut low enough on both the front and back to show off much skin. Now that she had chosen the main piece, she quickly computed a choice of matching accessories. There were some sequined red heels somewhere to match this very dress, and Anya's beautifully formed plastic feet would fit them well. With some fine taupe nylons, the visible portion of her legs would look that much more inviting.
She then calculated and rendered a 3D image of herself dressed in those choices, and added some more things. Long black satin gloves that ended past her elbows would nicely match her long dark hair. Some custom designed earrings made out of ½ inch microchips and tiny gold coloured chains would also be quite compatible.
And of course a classy makeup job for her facemask. The girls hardly ever wore makeup, so Anya would have to get that done in the basement. Other than that, she set herself on efficiently getting into that outfit, and in a very short while had gotten everything on over her flawless naked body.
She looked at herself in the mirror when she had gotten into the nylons, the dress and the heels. The complicated mathematics that followed within her chest told her that according to the reflected image, she did look quite hot. She smiled and turned off the closet light as she walked into the bedroom.
Since she wanted her appearance to be a surprise for Tammy and Mike, she would have to find a way of getting her facemask down to the lab for her makeup job. She thought about that for a fraction of a second and knew just what to do.
She sat down by the dresser then opened up her chest panel. She located and found a certain type of adapter and plugged that into one of the exposed ports in her chest. Then she pulled the phone close and picked it up to unplug the cord from underneath. She led that cord over and plugged it into the adapter stuck in her chest.
Then as she sat ladylike on the chair - her legs crossed and her hands neatly clasped and folded over her knee - she dialed the basement lab.
After a few rings, Maria answered. "Robot Control Station 64. Maria reporting." she said as she held the phone to her plastic head.
Anya sat silently but projected a digital version of her voice through the phone line. "Hello Maria, this is Anya." she said. "I need a maidbot to come up to the master bedroom and take my facemask. I'll download a makeup pattern and further instructions into the maidbot and send it back to the lab."
A moment of silence came over the phone line while Maria relayed Anya's request to the Main Computer. When it had come up with a response, it transmitted it to Maria, who then relayed it verbally through the phone and into Anya's chest. "Yes Anya." she said.
"Thank you Maria, sweetheart." Anya said through the wire. "Bye."
Anya first disconnected the line, then unplugged it from the adapter. She plugged the phone back in and put it back in its place, then removed the adapter from her chest and closed up the panel.
Both maidbots were down in the lab again. One was cleaning Laurie while the other was cleaning Melli. Maria walked over to the nearest one, who was almost finished with the other technician. She stared straight at the ultrarobotic woman and said "After you have completed your current task, please go to the master bedroom and accept orders from Anya."
The jerky and stiff moving robot lady made confirmatory beeps and buzzes, but to all but Maria they appeared lost among the ones she was already producing. After another minute of cleaning, the maid put its supplies away and strutted out mechanically on her way upstairs.
Meanwhile, Anya was sitting in front of the mirror, leaning forward and putting on those neat microchip earrings. Technically she had no need to look in the mirror for that, but she did so to look more human-like. When both of them had clicked into place through the pierced silicone of her earlobes, she turned her head slightly in both directions and grinned.
She stood up to go get her gloves just as the fake looking maidbot entered. "Hi sexy." she said to it as it constantly beeped and whirred so very loudly.
Anya got her cable ready and opened up both chest panels. Soon, she was transmitting detailed instructions to the mechanical maid on what to do with her facemask and how she wanted the makeup job to look. At the end of the transfer Anya smiled and unplugged the cable. then she removed the facemask from her head and handed it to the glossy-skinned maid.
"Be back soon." she said as she watched the maid turn and leave. She went back to the task of getting her delicate looking hands and arms into those satin gloves while the robomaid walked down the stairs and back to the basement lab.
Mike and Tammy had noticed the maid pass by earlier, and they noticed it again now.
"She's got a facemask this time." Mike said.
Tammy looked over at the fast moving robot as she noisily disappeared down to the lab once more. "It's Anya's." Tammy said.
"Think it's damaged?" Mike asked.
"I hope not." Tammy said as she went back to placing a candelabra on the table. "I got a feeling she's up to something though."
The noisy maidbot returned to the lab and went right over to the makeup changing station. She locked Anya's pretty face into the receptacle and began to wipe it clean in preparation. Then she recalled the data Anya had transferred to her hard drives and began using the sponges and brushes there to apply the appropriate colourations and accents.
The efficient female robot was done very quickly, and in minutes strode by the seated and still Diana unit - hooked up to the consoles for a thorough diagnosis. She stared out blank and unresponsive as the maid in the skimpy see-through outfit walked once more out of the lab.
Mike and Tammy knew the maids couldn't speak, so they didn't stop it to ask what was going on. However they did notice that it was bringing Anya's facemask back again. It went by to fast for Mike to see, but Tammy noticed the makeup job.
"It's just a coat of makeup." Tammy said casually as she sat at the table and waited for the stove to finish cooking the meal.
"She's pretty enough without makeup." Mike pointed out. "So are you."
Tammy blushed a little and smiled back at him.
The loudly whirring maid walked back up the stairs to the master bedroom and to Anya. That elegant looking android was again sitting and waiting in a very ladylike fashion. When she saw the robomaid enter she stood up and said "Thank you!"
The maid held out the silicone and metal mask while Anya reached out to grab it. She turned it around and brought it up to her head while she held her hair out of the way with her other hand.
The facemask snapped and connected back into place. Anya looked over at the mirror and digitally zoomed in on her image. She knew she looked good now - even hotter than usual.
"Thank you sexy robot maid." she said. She leaned forward to kiss the maid's glossy plastic face, and left a bright red lipstick kiss on the machine's cheek.
Anya giggled at the sight and watched the loud and clunky maid turn and walk out of the room in that most mechanised of walks. Anya felt her crotch get a little moist again as she watched the machine leave. She couldn't wait until after dinner when she would be able to play around with some fembots again.
She opened the closet door and looked at her image in the full-length mirror for a while. Even her own image was enough to get her sexual systems booting up again. She sighed and closed down some of the more powerful programs and got herself ready to have a wonderful dinner with her lovers. She booted up some of her rarely used food-appreciation software as she walked gracefully out of the room.
To be continued...
While Laurie was taking care of the temporarily deactivated Diana unit downstairs, Anya was still in the walk-in closet deciding what to wear to dinner. She had narrowed her choices down to two, but they were very different. She now wondered if she should just get into some comfy sweat pants and a sweater like Mike and Tammy were wearing or if she should stick to her original plan and put on something truly stunning.
The more she thought about it, the more she had trouble deciding. It seemed her processors couldn't make the choice in either way. Then at last she reminded herself that comfort was an abstract notion that didn't really apply to an android who couldn't experience physical discomfort.
Anya blushed in slight embarrassment when she realised how obvious that now seemed. She put the sweats back in the dresser and walked over to the evening gowns. She leafed through the expensive dresses on the hangers and scanned them with her silently motorised eyes. When she reached one of the dresses she had never worn before, she quickly made up her mind.
She held the label in her fingers and optically scanned it to make sure the dress would fit. It would. With a bright smile on her face, she pulled the hanger from the rack and looked the gown over. It was all red, mostly a luxuriant metallic lamé with red sequin trim. She envisioned herself wearing that garment, and got a little more excited thinking about the way she would look moving about dressed like that.
The dress was clingy enough to show off her curves and cut low enough on both the front and back to show off much skin. Now that she had chosen the main piece, she quickly computed a choice of matching accessories. There were some sequined red heels somewhere to match this very dress, and Anya's beautifully formed plastic feet would fit them well. With some fine taupe nylons, the visible portion of her legs would look that much more inviting.
She then calculated and rendered a 3D image of herself dressed in those choices, and added some more things. Long black satin gloves that ended past her elbows would nicely match her long dark hair. Some custom designed earrings made out of ½ inch microchips and tiny gold coloured chains would also be quite compatible.
And of course a classy makeup job for her facemask. The girls hardly ever wore makeup, so Anya would have to get that done in the basement. Other than that, she set herself on efficiently getting into that outfit, and in a very short while had gotten everything on over her flawless naked body.
She looked at herself in the mirror when she had gotten into the nylons, the dress and the heels. The complicated mathematics that followed within her chest told her that according to the reflected image, she did look quite hot. She smiled and turned off the closet light as she walked into the bedroom.
Since she wanted her appearance to be a surprise for Tammy and Mike, she would have to find a way of getting her facemask down to the lab for her makeup job. She thought about that for a fraction of a second and knew just what to do.
She sat down by the dresser then opened up her chest panel. She located and found a certain type of adapter and plugged that into one of the exposed ports in her chest. Then she pulled the phone close and picked it up to unplug the cord from underneath. She led that cord over and plugged it into the adapter stuck in her chest.
Then as she sat ladylike on the chair - her legs crossed and her hands neatly clasped and folded over her knee - she dialed the basement lab.
After a few rings, Maria answered. "Robot Control Station 64. Maria reporting." she said as she held the phone to her plastic head.
Anya sat silently but projected a digital version of her voice through the phone line. "Hello Maria, this is Anya." she said. "I need a maidbot to come up to the master bedroom and take my facemask. I'll download a makeup pattern and further instructions into the maidbot and send it back to the lab."
A moment of silence came over the phone line while Maria relayed Anya's request to the Main Computer. When it had come up with a response, it transmitted it to Maria, who then relayed it verbally through the phone and into Anya's chest. "Yes Anya." she said.
"Thank you Maria, sweetheart." Anya said through the wire. "Bye."
Anya first disconnected the line, then unplugged it from the adapter. She plugged the phone back in and put it back in its place, then removed the adapter from her chest and closed up the panel.
Both maidbots were down in the lab again. One was cleaning Laurie while the other was cleaning Melli. Maria walked over to the nearest one, who was almost finished with the other technician. She stared straight at the ultrarobotic woman and said "After you have completed your current task, please go to the master bedroom and accept orders from Anya."
The jerky and stiff moving robot lady made confirmatory beeps and buzzes, but to all but Maria they appeared lost among the ones she was already producing. After another minute of cleaning, the maid put its supplies away and strutted out mechanically on her way upstairs.
Meanwhile, Anya was sitting in front of the mirror, leaning forward and putting on those neat microchip earrings. Technically she had no need to look in the mirror for that, but she did so to look more human-like. When both of them had clicked into place through the pierced silicone of her earlobes, she turned her head slightly in both directions and grinned.
She stood up to go get her gloves just as the fake looking maidbot entered. "Hi sexy." she said to it as it constantly beeped and whirred so very loudly.
Anya got her cable ready and opened up both chest panels. Soon, she was transmitting detailed instructions to the mechanical maid on what to do with her facemask and how she wanted the makeup job to look. At the end of the transfer Anya smiled and unplugged the cable. then she removed the facemask from her head and handed it to the glossy-skinned maid.
"Be back soon." she said as she watched the maid turn and leave. She went back to the task of getting her delicate looking hands and arms into those satin gloves while the robomaid walked down the stairs and back to the basement lab.
Mike and Tammy had noticed the maid pass by earlier, and they noticed it again now.
"She's got a facemask this time." Mike said.
Tammy looked over at the fast moving robot as she noisily disappeared down to the lab once more. "It's Anya's." Tammy said.
"Think it's damaged?" Mike asked.
"I hope not." Tammy said as she went back to placing a candelabra on the table. "I got a feeling she's up to something though."
The noisy maidbot returned to the lab and went right over to the makeup changing station. She locked Anya's pretty face into the receptacle and began to wipe it clean in preparation. Then she recalled the data Anya had transferred to her hard drives and began using the sponges and brushes there to apply the appropriate colourations and accents.
The efficient female robot was done very quickly, and in minutes strode by the seated and still Diana unit - hooked up to the consoles for a thorough diagnosis. She stared out blank and unresponsive as the maid in the skimpy see-through outfit walked once more out of the lab.
Mike and Tammy knew the maids couldn't speak, so they didn't stop it to ask what was going on. However they did notice that it was bringing Anya's facemask back again. It went by to fast for Mike to see, but Tammy noticed the makeup job.
"It's just a coat of makeup." Tammy said casually as she sat at the table and waited for the stove to finish cooking the meal.
"She's pretty enough without makeup." Mike pointed out. "So are you."
Tammy blushed a little and smiled back at him.
The loudly whirring maid walked back up the stairs to the master bedroom and to Anya. That elegant looking android was again sitting and waiting in a very ladylike fashion. When she saw the robomaid enter she stood up and said "Thank you!"
The maid held out the silicone and metal mask while Anya reached out to grab it. She turned it around and brought it up to her head while she held her hair out of the way with her other hand.
The facemask snapped and connected back into place. Anya looked over at the mirror and digitally zoomed in on her image. She knew she looked good now - even hotter than usual.
"Thank you sexy robot maid." she said. She leaned forward to kiss the maid's glossy plastic face, and left a bright red lipstick kiss on the machine's cheek.
Anya giggled at the sight and watched the loud and clunky maid turn and walk out of the room in that most mechanised of walks. Anya felt her crotch get a little moist again as she watched the machine leave. She couldn't wait until after dinner when she would be able to play around with some fembots again.
She opened the closet door and looked at her image in the full-length mirror for a while. Even her own image was enough to get her sexual systems booting up again. She sighed and closed down some of the more powerful programs and got herself ready to have a wonderful dinner with her lovers. She booted up some of her rarely used food-appreciation software as she walked gracefully out of the room.
To be continued...
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Episode 19
With all the beauty of a gently rolling waterfall, Anya came down the carpeted wooden staircase. Her sequins shimmered and shone in the incandescent light and that of the fire in the fireplace. Her expression was set to dazzle as much as her attire. She looked very pretty - beyond gorgeous.
Tammy and Mike first caught a glimpse of her when she had stepped off the stairs and made her way toward the wide open door frame of the kitchen.
"Wow!" Tammy said, "You look awesome!"
Mike turned and leaned over his chair. "Wow!" he repeated. "Don't I feel underdressed now!"
Anya showed her lovers a bright and proud smile as she slowly entered the room. "I just wanted to wear something nice for a change." she said humbly.
"You look great in anything." Tammy said as her systems quietly and reflexively configured themselves for sex mode. She tried to resist the temptation to jump the other android and make love to her right then and there.
Mike was having similar thoughts and impulses. He too wondered if he could make it through dinner with Anya's stunning, radiant beauty so near. "Those earrings are so cool!" he said. "You don't mind that we look like slobs?"
"Nah," she said, "you two are just as attractive to me for who you are." She took a seat across from Mike and the flickering glow of the tall cream coloured candles placed on the table.
The buzzer on the oven went off at that time. Tammy looked delirious with arousal as she stood up to go turn it off.
"I'm glad you like the way I look." Anya said as she looked at Mike. "Tammy, you're sexy in those sweats too."
Tammy took a while to respond, as she was still trying to suppress her strong digital arousal. "Thanks." she said as she blushed again. Her modesty algorithms made her very attractive in that way.
"I'm gonna put on some music." Anya said. Aware that she had an audience, she got up and made a little show out of walking across to the stereo in the large living room. She knelt down and turned it on, then inserted a compact disc into the player. A mix of very old Genesis songs began to play - personal favourites of Mike and his loving fembot companions. She winked at Mike as she sat back down at the table.
Tammy opened the oven and scanned the contents of the roast pan. Her infrared and ultraviolet scanning capabilities made her quite a competent judge of whether or not the meal was properly cooked. After her processors did some work, she decided that the chicken was ready for consumption.
"All done!" she announced as she went to grab some oven mits.
"That smells so good." Anya announced after some computation of the data collected by the chemical sensors behind her nose.
Mike agreed. "If that tastes as good as it smells we're all in for a treat."
Him and Anya watched as the sexy Tammy unit reached into the oven and pulled out the pan erupting with steam. She set it down on a large wire grate and turned to look at her lovers. "It does smell good, doesn't it?" she said cheerfully.
The three made conversation while Tammy served the salad and poured three glasses of a dry sparkling white grape juice. All three tried to avoid mentioning that problem that had caused Tammy so much worry and uncertainty. They ended up discussing instead their differing uses for food, the scenery outside that would be revealed with the coming of Spring, and the physical attractiveness of various fembots in the basement lab.
Not long into their lively conversation they had each gotten a portion of roasted chicken and vegetables. After a toast to android technology, they began to eat. Mike and Anya both made sure to let Tammy know what a wonderful job she had done on the meal. Tammy thanked them both.
They talked, joked, ate and drank for three quarters of an hour. By then, all the food had been eaten. Mike had received a larger portion, as he alone genuinely required the food for energy. Anya hadn't gotten so much as a crumb on her extremely fine clothes, thanks to the finest electronically controlled servos and flexors available.
Tammy felt really good. She volunteered to clear the table of empty plates, glasses and cutlery, and then phoned Maria to send up a maid to take it from there. When the loud and stiffly moving maidbot arrived in the kitchen, Tammy greeted it and gave it verbal instructions on what she wanted done. She then gave it a playful little kiss.
Then the trio retired to the living room to relax in front of the fire. They continued their conversation, and began to plan for something of a live action porn with a half dozen fembots participating.
The whole time, Tammy and Mike couldn't keep their eyes off of Anya. She knew it, and reveled in the attention she got.
But Mike was too tired now for anything other than sleep. "That was quite a day." he said as he breathed in deep and felt that satisfied fullness in his belly. He looked at Anya and said "You look so good right now I could cum twice for you."
She laughed. "I can dress like this tomorrow if you like."
"You should definitely do that more often." Tammy said, sounding relaxed and at ease.
"Well, I'm going to bed now." Mike said as he got up. He didn't even need to invite the girls into his bed, as they always followed when he retired for the night.
"I'll just go down to the lab to get my facemask cleaned." Anya said as she excused herself.
"Okay, see you in a bit." Mike said as he went off to go brush his teeth.
Tammy turned the stereo off and checked on the fire before turning off the lights and walking upstairs too. She got into the bedroom and turned on the light there. She started undressing and waiting for Mike. She was starting to feel a little anxious now.
Mike emerged from the upstairs washroom and began to think of sleep... and maybe a little playing around with his attractive partners before that. He walked into the bedroom to see Tammy waiting for him. She was down to her black satin panties already. She smiled as he came near and then gave him a big, long, tight hug.
"Thanks for making supper tonight." he said.
She held on to him for an unusually long time. "Can I sleep between you and Anya tonight?" she asked quietly.
"Sure." he said. Usually he slept in the middle, but he would gladly make an exception for the love of his life.
She stood back to look at him and kissed him. "Thanks." she said.
"Are you still a little upset about what happened today?" he asked as he began undressing.
She looked at the floor momentarily and nodded. "I'm a little scared about my scan tomorrow."
He stepped out of his fleece pants and held her again. "We're not gonna let some supercomputer change you around." he said confidently.
She leaned into him and listened to his heart beating again.
Then the sound of the front door opening was heard. Mike had to think for a while but Tammy knew right away what it meant.
Anya came quickly up the stairs at that time too. She walked swiftly to the doorway and said to the embracing couple "Bonnie's here!"
Mike turned to look at Anya. She looked very excited, almost like a kid on Christmas.
"You gonna come see what she brought?" Anya said delightedly.
Tammy wasn't moving and neither was Mike. "No, we'll take a look tomorrow morning." he said.
"Ah, you're no fun! Goodnight!" Anya called out as she trotted back down the stairs. Mike and Tammy heard her shout "Hi Bonnie!" just before Mike closed the door all but a few inches.
He looked at Tammy and took off his sleeveless undershirt. "Bedtime, Sugar." he said as he went to sit down so he could take off his socks.
"Shouldn't you call me Aspartame?" she said jokingly as she got her recharge cord ready.
"I guess I should." he said with a chuckle.
She handed him the cord and reached behind her back to take off her recharge port cover. Then she turned around and waited for him to plug the cord in. That always gave her pleasure, even more so when he connected the other end to the wall.
He heard his fembot sigh as he plugged the other end into the power outlet. He walked close to her again and kissed her goodnight. She was so soft and warm, and felt so real even as his hand glided down her back and touched the electrical connection in the cutaway of artificial skin.
"Wanna fool around?" he said gently.
Tammy had too look away. She looked down and said "I'm not ready yet."
Mike just held her like that and waited for her to explain a little more.
"I'm afraid to loose control again." she confessed.
He hugged her tight again and said "Don't be afraid."
She was silent for a long time. "But I am."
He sat down on the bed, pushing back the clean white satin sheets as he did. "Let's just stay close to each other tonight then." he said. "I'll hold you. I won't get you turned on if you don't want me to."
She looked back up at him and forced a smile. Without another word she turned off the light and crawled into the big bed with him. She managed to get her recharge cord mostly out of the way, but he certainly didn't mind having it between them. They turned on their sides so she could be held by his arms like that through the night.
To be continued...
With all the beauty of a gently rolling waterfall, Anya came down the carpeted wooden staircase. Her sequins shimmered and shone in the incandescent light and that of the fire in the fireplace. Her expression was set to dazzle as much as her attire. She looked very pretty - beyond gorgeous.
Tammy and Mike first caught a glimpse of her when she had stepped off the stairs and made her way toward the wide open door frame of the kitchen.
"Wow!" Tammy said, "You look awesome!"
Mike turned and leaned over his chair. "Wow!" he repeated. "Don't I feel underdressed now!"
Anya showed her lovers a bright and proud smile as she slowly entered the room. "I just wanted to wear something nice for a change." she said humbly.
"You look great in anything." Tammy said as her systems quietly and reflexively configured themselves for sex mode. She tried to resist the temptation to jump the other android and make love to her right then and there.
Mike was having similar thoughts and impulses. He too wondered if he could make it through dinner with Anya's stunning, radiant beauty so near. "Those earrings are so cool!" he said. "You don't mind that we look like slobs?"
"Nah," she said, "you two are just as attractive to me for who you are." She took a seat across from Mike and the flickering glow of the tall cream coloured candles placed on the table.
The buzzer on the oven went off at that time. Tammy looked delirious with arousal as she stood up to go turn it off.
"I'm glad you like the way I look." Anya said as she looked at Mike. "Tammy, you're sexy in those sweats too."
Tammy took a while to respond, as she was still trying to suppress her strong digital arousal. "Thanks." she said as she blushed again. Her modesty algorithms made her very attractive in that way.
"I'm gonna put on some music." Anya said. Aware that she had an audience, she got up and made a little show out of walking across to the stereo in the large living room. She knelt down and turned it on, then inserted a compact disc into the player. A mix of very old Genesis songs began to play - personal favourites of Mike and his loving fembot companions. She winked at Mike as she sat back down at the table.
Tammy opened the oven and scanned the contents of the roast pan. Her infrared and ultraviolet scanning capabilities made her quite a competent judge of whether or not the meal was properly cooked. After her processors did some work, she decided that the chicken was ready for consumption.
"All done!" she announced as she went to grab some oven mits.
"That smells so good." Anya announced after some computation of the data collected by the chemical sensors behind her nose.
Mike agreed. "If that tastes as good as it smells we're all in for a treat."
Him and Anya watched as the sexy Tammy unit reached into the oven and pulled out the pan erupting with steam. She set it down on a large wire grate and turned to look at her lovers. "It does smell good, doesn't it?" she said cheerfully.
The three made conversation while Tammy served the salad and poured three glasses of a dry sparkling white grape juice. All three tried to avoid mentioning that problem that had caused Tammy so much worry and uncertainty. They ended up discussing instead their differing uses for food, the scenery outside that would be revealed with the coming of Spring, and the physical attractiveness of various fembots in the basement lab.
Not long into their lively conversation they had each gotten a portion of roasted chicken and vegetables. After a toast to android technology, they began to eat. Mike and Anya both made sure to let Tammy know what a wonderful job she had done on the meal. Tammy thanked them both.
They talked, joked, ate and drank for three quarters of an hour. By then, all the food had been eaten. Mike had received a larger portion, as he alone genuinely required the food for energy. Anya hadn't gotten so much as a crumb on her extremely fine clothes, thanks to the finest electronically controlled servos and flexors available.
Tammy felt really good. She volunteered to clear the table of empty plates, glasses and cutlery, and then phoned Maria to send up a maid to take it from there. When the loud and stiffly moving maidbot arrived in the kitchen, Tammy greeted it and gave it verbal instructions on what she wanted done. She then gave it a playful little kiss.
Then the trio retired to the living room to relax in front of the fire. They continued their conversation, and began to plan for something of a live action porn with a half dozen fembots participating.
The whole time, Tammy and Mike couldn't keep their eyes off of Anya. She knew it, and reveled in the attention she got.
But Mike was too tired now for anything other than sleep. "That was quite a day." he said as he breathed in deep and felt that satisfied fullness in his belly. He looked at Anya and said "You look so good right now I could cum twice for you."
She laughed. "I can dress like this tomorrow if you like."
"You should definitely do that more often." Tammy said, sounding relaxed and at ease.
"Well, I'm going to bed now." Mike said as he got up. He didn't even need to invite the girls into his bed, as they always followed when he retired for the night.
"I'll just go down to the lab to get my facemask cleaned." Anya said as she excused herself.
"Okay, see you in a bit." Mike said as he went off to go brush his teeth.
Tammy turned the stereo off and checked on the fire before turning off the lights and walking upstairs too. She got into the bedroom and turned on the light there. She started undressing and waiting for Mike. She was starting to feel a little anxious now.
Mike emerged from the upstairs washroom and began to think of sleep... and maybe a little playing around with his attractive partners before that. He walked into the bedroom to see Tammy waiting for him. She was down to her black satin panties already. She smiled as he came near and then gave him a big, long, tight hug.
"Thanks for making supper tonight." he said.
She held on to him for an unusually long time. "Can I sleep between you and Anya tonight?" she asked quietly.
"Sure." he said. Usually he slept in the middle, but he would gladly make an exception for the love of his life.
She stood back to look at him and kissed him. "Thanks." she said.
"Are you still a little upset about what happened today?" he asked as he began undressing.
She looked at the floor momentarily and nodded. "I'm a little scared about my scan tomorrow."
He stepped out of his fleece pants and held her again. "We're not gonna let some supercomputer change you around." he said confidently.
She leaned into him and listened to his heart beating again.
Then the sound of the front door opening was heard. Mike had to think for a while but Tammy knew right away what it meant.
Anya came quickly up the stairs at that time too. She walked swiftly to the doorway and said to the embracing couple "Bonnie's here!"
Mike turned to look at Anya. She looked very excited, almost like a kid on Christmas.
"You gonna come see what she brought?" Anya said delightedly.
Tammy wasn't moving and neither was Mike. "No, we'll take a look tomorrow morning." he said.
"Ah, you're no fun! Goodnight!" Anya called out as she trotted back down the stairs. Mike and Tammy heard her shout "Hi Bonnie!" just before Mike closed the door all but a few inches.
He looked at Tammy and took off his sleeveless undershirt. "Bedtime, Sugar." he said as he went to sit down so he could take off his socks.
"Shouldn't you call me Aspartame?" she said jokingly as she got her recharge cord ready.
"I guess I should." he said with a chuckle.
She handed him the cord and reached behind her back to take off her recharge port cover. Then she turned around and waited for him to plug the cord in. That always gave her pleasure, even more so when he connected the other end to the wall.
He heard his fembot sigh as he plugged the other end into the power outlet. He walked close to her again and kissed her goodnight. She was so soft and warm, and felt so real even as his hand glided down her back and touched the electrical connection in the cutaway of artificial skin.
"Wanna fool around?" he said gently.
Tammy had too look away. She looked down and said "I'm not ready yet."
Mike just held her like that and waited for her to explain a little more.
"I'm afraid to loose control again." she confessed.
He hugged her tight again and said "Don't be afraid."
She was silent for a long time. "But I am."
He sat down on the bed, pushing back the clean white satin sheets as he did. "Let's just stay close to each other tonight then." he said. "I'll hold you. I won't get you turned on if you don't want me to."
She looked back up at him and forced a smile. Without another word she turned off the light and crawled into the big bed with him. She managed to get her recharge cord mostly out of the way, but he certainly didn't mind having it between them. They turned on their sides so she could be held by his arms like that through the night.
To be continued...
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Episode 20
Anya watched as Bonnie coldly entered the house and started walking. She had been programmed with a purpose, not a personality.
"Cold as ice." Anya quietly said with a smile as she watched and followed the android courier. Anya had been giving herself the idea that she should at least try to seduce this particular machine.
The makeup was off her face now, but Anya was still dressed in that wondrously beautiful gown. The alluring satin gloves, fine nylons and sequined heels were also still part of the ensemble. In this state, the fembot named Anya would have gotten noticed by almost anyone.
But Bonnie was again all business. She had a job to do, and she was programmed to act with urgency. She went straight to the lab and straight to Maria.
The technician looked downright congenial compared to the fast moving lady in the dark business suit.
"Hello Bonnie." Maria said "How do you feel?"
Bonnie didn't speak. She responded by quickly uncovering the connection ports in Maria's chest. The large purse she held tightly in her strong metal hand was something more than it appeared to be. Moving inhumanly fast, Bonnie opened it up and pulled out a connection cable. As soon as the end of that black cord got plugged into Maria's chest, the Main Computer received updates of the situation from the inconspicuous looking purse.
Laurie sprang into action. She still hadn't gotten around to putting her pretty face back on. Her fast flashing LEDs shone bright amid the background of high-tech electronics as she walked over to Susan and pressed her power button.
Susan made the usual startup sounds - a few beeps and clicks and the monotone announcement of her name and serial number. Laurie aimed her circuitry-filled head at the tall blonde and told her exactly what to do next. The instructions were brief but detailed - typically efficient for these ladies.
Susan got up off the examination table and walked upstairs to go pick out her assigned clothing. While she did that, Bonnie was in the process of taking off her heels, her skirt and her nylons. There would be no time for her to stand around and charge this time. Maria watched and received instructions from the supercomputer to exchange the spent batteries in Bonnie's thighs with fresh ones.
Both of the pretty but inhuman maidbots - one of them with Anya's red lipstick kiss still on her cheek - got new commands beamed into their heads as well. They marched mechanically upstairs to begin unloading the contents of Bonnie's big white van. Some of the things Anya and her lovers had been waiting for were now here.
In only a few minutes, the basement lab had gone from a state of stasis to one of bustling activity. Anya looked at Bonnie, and wanted now to make the courier one of her conquests. But she eventually computed that she shouldn't meddle.
She was very horny again, so she followed Susan upstairs. She managed to catch up to the naked fembot just as she was entering the walk-in closet via the spare room.
Mike and Tammy heard the droid enter the closet. They both knew it must have been the leggy blonde in there, fishing out her assigned outfit. Mike squeezed his woman tight and kissed her neck. "Aren't you glad you're not like that anymore?" he asked.
Tammy made a loud contented sigh in response as she snuggled in closer - pushing her big curvy hips back against his body. Mike wanted to start playing with those sexy round buns of hers, but he knew she didn't want to get turned on that way - not until she was ready.
Then they both heard Anya sing out: "Susan's on a mission! Susan's on a mission!"
Mike and Tammy laughed at that, and listened to hear what Anya was saying to the naked blonde.
"I can't hear what she's saying." Mike said.
Tammy instantly helped out by projecting through her speaker the sounds that she received, analysed, and filtered. Mike could then hear Anya's conversation coming out of Tammy's mouth, and thanks to Tammy's high-tech processors and efficient software, the relay had a latency of only 5 microseconds.
Mike listened to Anya give Susan advice. He thought that was strange, but he was fascinated by the notion. It was like an older sister giving advice to a younger sister just before she left for university. Only the things Anya was telling her were hints on how to become sentient.
Mike wondered if that was a good idea. He knew that susan was only a copy of an agent already on a mission somewhere. He had no idea what that mission could be, but it was a safe bet that the sudden self-awareness of Robot Control's agent would have unpredictable and undesired effects.
Mike got up.
"Where you going?" Tammy asked. She stopped projecting Anya's conversation through her speaker at that time.
"I've got to tell Anya not to interfere with Susan's mission." he answered. He turned on the lamp and half-closed his eyes while he went for the closet.
Tammy sat up and looked at him with puzzlement. Her eyes had no need to adjust to the sudden presence of light, and were wide with wonder.
"Anya, what are you doing?" Mike asked.
"I'm preparing Susan for the real world." she said cheerily.
Susan seemed oblivious to everything around her. Unknown to both Anya, Mike and Tammy, she wasn't programmed to consider anything other than her immediate objective right now. Anya's words would have no effect on her whatsoever.
"You shouldn't be trying to influence the way Susan computes." Mike said. "You might be interfering with one of Robot Control's missions."
"Oh, come on Mike, a girl like me can always use a little sentience." Anya said.
Mike leaned back into his room. "Tammy, you wanna order Anya to stop telling those things to Susan?"
"Alright, alright, you've made your point." Anya said as she looked upward and shook her head. "No fun. That's you."
Tammy came in, looking pretty as always considering she had just been roused from the act of simulating sleep. "Can't you two play nice?" she said.
Anya walked up to Mike and put her hand inside his shorts. She grabbed his privates and started to gently stroke and squeeze them. "I can play very nice if you like." she said
Mike laughed and pulled her hand away. "Sleep now." he said. "You should go back to the lab and play with one of those 30 spare fembots. Remember them?"
"29 now." Tammy said.
The three of them looked in turn to Susan. She too was moving fast and had now gotten almost completely dressed in underwear, socks, canvas pants and a white sweater.
"Join us when you're done down there." Mike said to Anya and gave her a kiss.
"Yes Master." she said and stuck her middle finger out at him.
He rolled his eyes and led Tammy back to bed.
Anya turned off the closet light and squeezed one of Susan's tits as she walked by. She decided to go down to the lab so she could start opening her presents.
Once she got past the laser grid scanner, she made some scans of her own and quickly located the loot. There were now some very average looking cardboard boxes spread out upon a few examination tables. The larger items Bonnie had brought with her remained in the heated garage for Mike to find later. Anya grinned and went over to check those smaller boxes out.
The first one she opened was just miscellaneous parts like the ones Bonnie brought every time. There were cannisters of powder for the bodily fluid mixing machine, spare cables, spools of wiring, circuit boards and other mixed electronic and mechanical gizmos.
The lady in red walked over to check out a slightly larger box. Right at the top of that one was a folded garment of white vinyl. Anya's grin got wider as she pulled the sexy nurse uniform out of the box. It was exactly as it had appeared on the web site.
She wasted no time and got out of her red dress in order to put on the vinyl skirt and top. It zipped up tight over her perfect silicone breasts. The skirt was very short, and nicely showed off her sexy humanoid legs. A little white nurse's cap went on top to complete the look. There was even a large novelty syringe for her to carry around as well.
Anya would get into white underwear and panty hose soon enough, along with a nice pair of white heels. But for now, she kept searching. The remainder of that second box was more of the same kinds of things that were in the first. There were a few special, new items in there, but those would have to wait for the technician's touch to be of any use.
The gorgeous dark-haired android kept looking in boxes, finding only the usual supplies that kept Robot Control Station 64 running smoothly. There were a lot more outfits for her and Tammy and some other droids to wear as well. When Anya had searched through every last box that the maidbots had brought down, she realised that Robot Control Zero hadn't gotten her latest request in time.
She was a little miffed, but she got over it pretty fast. She had found some interesting new devices packed in with the usual machinery. She took one out and had a good look at it. It was a 6x4 inch monochrome LCD screen, with a certain pattern of connectors protruding from the other side. Anya knew right away what that device had been made to fit.
She unzipped her new nurse outfit and opened her chest panel. She took the cover right off and stuck the little screen into her chest. A quick examination of the device quickly taught her all she would want to know about it. It was a new tool to more thoroughly examine and diagnose an electronic woman such as herself.
Had she been in diagnostic mode, the screen would have been filled with the same data that scrolled across the monitors here in the basement lab at those times. But as she was in her normal operational mode, the screen instead displayed certain calculation processes in 1s and 0s. The effect was like aiming a video camera at its own output.
Anya looked down curiously and smiled. She could see exactly what was on her mind this way. "Neat!" she said. Within seconds, she had figured out ways to manipulate the pattern of 1s and 0s on the screen. For fun, she started displaying some rather low resolution images composed of those two digits and empty spaces.
Anya looked around the lab and decided to try it out while making love to one of these lovely female androids.
Maria and Laurie were too busy, as was Bonnie. Desiree, the human's personal fitness training device, had come down to the lab as well to end her day charging in a waiting booth. Anya looked off to the side and saw Diana sitting in an examination chair. She took another one of those screens and brought it over to the petite fembot.
"Hi cutie." Anya said.
Diana stared out in her attractive blank way and said "Hello Anya."
Anya could tell right away that the little sexy robot was no longer running her new customisations. She didn't really mind though. Diana's default lack of personality was attractive enough.
Since the 510 was still missing those four panels from earlier in the evening, Anya simply leaned forward and plugged the device into the woman's chest. "Let's see what's on your mind." she said as she stroked Diana's plastic chin with her fingertip.
Anya watched the display. The low-resolution graphics revealed what Anya already knew: Diana's mind was as blank as her expression.
The sentient 558 looked her over. She had been undressed by the technicians and now sat charging and waiting for their attention. Anya looked around. She decided to take Diana upstairs to the spare bedroom.
"Come with me Diana." Anya said as she held out her hand to the electronic secretary.
"Yes Anya." she replied and stood up. She moved like a 510 should move now. All of Anya's customisations had been deleted apparently. She also hadn't beeped like she had been doing frequently all day. It seemed that Tammy's little updates had been wiped from her hard drives as well.
"You sure are a sexy machine, Little Miss Big Hips." Anya told her as she went to go unplug the long charging cord from the wall. She rolled it up on her way back over to the secretary. "Let's go to bed together." she said. "I'll lick your plastic pussy, and you'll lick mine. I'll play with your plump ass and look at the electronics in your head. And then I'll show you what cuddling is."
"Yes Anya." Diana responded.
The two walked toward the large sliding door and exited the lab. "Do you like my new outfit?" Anya said.
"I am not programmed to like." Diana said.
To be continued...
Anya watched as Bonnie coldly entered the house and started walking. She had been programmed with a purpose, not a personality.
"Cold as ice." Anya quietly said with a smile as she watched and followed the android courier. Anya had been giving herself the idea that she should at least try to seduce this particular machine.
The makeup was off her face now, but Anya was still dressed in that wondrously beautiful gown. The alluring satin gloves, fine nylons and sequined heels were also still part of the ensemble. In this state, the fembot named Anya would have gotten noticed by almost anyone.
But Bonnie was again all business. She had a job to do, and she was programmed to act with urgency. She went straight to the lab and straight to Maria.
The technician looked downright congenial compared to the fast moving lady in the dark business suit.
"Hello Bonnie." Maria said "How do you feel?"
Bonnie didn't speak. She responded by quickly uncovering the connection ports in Maria's chest. The large purse she held tightly in her strong metal hand was something more than it appeared to be. Moving inhumanly fast, Bonnie opened it up and pulled out a connection cable. As soon as the end of that black cord got plugged into Maria's chest, the Main Computer received updates of the situation from the inconspicuous looking purse.
Laurie sprang into action. She still hadn't gotten around to putting her pretty face back on. Her fast flashing LEDs shone bright amid the background of high-tech electronics as she walked over to Susan and pressed her power button.
Susan made the usual startup sounds - a few beeps and clicks and the monotone announcement of her name and serial number. Laurie aimed her circuitry-filled head at the tall blonde and told her exactly what to do next. The instructions were brief but detailed - typically efficient for these ladies.
Susan got up off the examination table and walked upstairs to go pick out her assigned clothing. While she did that, Bonnie was in the process of taking off her heels, her skirt and her nylons. There would be no time for her to stand around and charge this time. Maria watched and received instructions from the supercomputer to exchange the spent batteries in Bonnie's thighs with fresh ones.
Both of the pretty but inhuman maidbots - one of them with Anya's red lipstick kiss still on her cheek - got new commands beamed into their heads as well. They marched mechanically upstairs to begin unloading the contents of Bonnie's big white van. Some of the things Anya and her lovers had been waiting for were now here.
In only a few minutes, the basement lab had gone from a state of stasis to one of bustling activity. Anya looked at Bonnie, and wanted now to make the courier one of her conquests. But she eventually computed that she shouldn't meddle.
She was very horny again, so she followed Susan upstairs. She managed to catch up to the naked fembot just as she was entering the walk-in closet via the spare room.
Mike and Tammy heard the droid enter the closet. They both knew it must have been the leggy blonde in there, fishing out her assigned outfit. Mike squeezed his woman tight and kissed her neck. "Aren't you glad you're not like that anymore?" he asked.
Tammy made a loud contented sigh in response as she snuggled in closer - pushing her big curvy hips back against his body. Mike wanted to start playing with those sexy round buns of hers, but he knew she didn't want to get turned on that way - not until she was ready.
Then they both heard Anya sing out: "Susan's on a mission! Susan's on a mission!"
Mike and Tammy laughed at that, and listened to hear what Anya was saying to the naked blonde.
"I can't hear what she's saying." Mike said.
Tammy instantly helped out by projecting through her speaker the sounds that she received, analysed, and filtered. Mike could then hear Anya's conversation coming out of Tammy's mouth, and thanks to Tammy's high-tech processors and efficient software, the relay had a latency of only 5 microseconds.
Mike listened to Anya give Susan advice. He thought that was strange, but he was fascinated by the notion. It was like an older sister giving advice to a younger sister just before she left for university. Only the things Anya was telling her were hints on how to become sentient.
Mike wondered if that was a good idea. He knew that susan was only a copy of an agent already on a mission somewhere. He had no idea what that mission could be, but it was a safe bet that the sudden self-awareness of Robot Control's agent would have unpredictable and undesired effects.
Mike got up.
"Where you going?" Tammy asked. She stopped projecting Anya's conversation through her speaker at that time.
"I've got to tell Anya not to interfere with Susan's mission." he answered. He turned on the lamp and half-closed his eyes while he went for the closet.
Tammy sat up and looked at him with puzzlement. Her eyes had no need to adjust to the sudden presence of light, and were wide with wonder.
"Anya, what are you doing?" Mike asked.
"I'm preparing Susan for the real world." she said cheerily.
Susan seemed oblivious to everything around her. Unknown to both Anya, Mike and Tammy, she wasn't programmed to consider anything other than her immediate objective right now. Anya's words would have no effect on her whatsoever.
"You shouldn't be trying to influence the way Susan computes." Mike said. "You might be interfering with one of Robot Control's missions."
"Oh, come on Mike, a girl like me can always use a little sentience." Anya said.
Mike leaned back into his room. "Tammy, you wanna order Anya to stop telling those things to Susan?"
"Alright, alright, you've made your point." Anya said as she looked upward and shook her head. "No fun. That's you."
Tammy came in, looking pretty as always considering she had just been roused from the act of simulating sleep. "Can't you two play nice?" she said.
Anya walked up to Mike and put her hand inside his shorts. She grabbed his privates and started to gently stroke and squeeze them. "I can play very nice if you like." she said
Mike laughed and pulled her hand away. "Sleep now." he said. "You should go back to the lab and play with one of those 30 spare fembots. Remember them?"
"29 now." Tammy said.
The three of them looked in turn to Susan. She too was moving fast and had now gotten almost completely dressed in underwear, socks, canvas pants and a white sweater.
"Join us when you're done down there." Mike said to Anya and gave her a kiss.
"Yes Master." she said and stuck her middle finger out at him.
He rolled his eyes and led Tammy back to bed.
Anya turned off the closet light and squeezed one of Susan's tits as she walked by. She decided to go down to the lab so she could start opening her presents.
Once she got past the laser grid scanner, she made some scans of her own and quickly located the loot. There were now some very average looking cardboard boxes spread out upon a few examination tables. The larger items Bonnie had brought with her remained in the heated garage for Mike to find later. Anya grinned and went over to check those smaller boxes out.
The first one she opened was just miscellaneous parts like the ones Bonnie brought every time. There were cannisters of powder for the bodily fluid mixing machine, spare cables, spools of wiring, circuit boards and other mixed electronic and mechanical gizmos.
The lady in red walked over to check out a slightly larger box. Right at the top of that one was a folded garment of white vinyl. Anya's grin got wider as she pulled the sexy nurse uniform out of the box. It was exactly as it had appeared on the web site.
She wasted no time and got out of her red dress in order to put on the vinyl skirt and top. It zipped up tight over her perfect silicone breasts. The skirt was very short, and nicely showed off her sexy humanoid legs. A little white nurse's cap went on top to complete the look. There was even a large novelty syringe for her to carry around as well.
Anya would get into white underwear and panty hose soon enough, along with a nice pair of white heels. But for now, she kept searching. The remainder of that second box was more of the same kinds of things that were in the first. There were a few special, new items in there, but those would have to wait for the technician's touch to be of any use.
The gorgeous dark-haired android kept looking in boxes, finding only the usual supplies that kept Robot Control Station 64 running smoothly. There were a lot more outfits for her and Tammy and some other droids to wear as well. When Anya had searched through every last box that the maidbots had brought down, she realised that Robot Control Zero hadn't gotten her latest request in time.
She was a little miffed, but she got over it pretty fast. She had found some interesting new devices packed in with the usual machinery. She took one out and had a good look at it. It was a 6x4 inch monochrome LCD screen, with a certain pattern of connectors protruding from the other side. Anya knew right away what that device had been made to fit.
She unzipped her new nurse outfit and opened her chest panel. She took the cover right off and stuck the little screen into her chest. A quick examination of the device quickly taught her all she would want to know about it. It was a new tool to more thoroughly examine and diagnose an electronic woman such as herself.
Had she been in diagnostic mode, the screen would have been filled with the same data that scrolled across the monitors here in the basement lab at those times. But as she was in her normal operational mode, the screen instead displayed certain calculation processes in 1s and 0s. The effect was like aiming a video camera at its own output.
Anya looked down curiously and smiled. She could see exactly what was on her mind this way. "Neat!" she said. Within seconds, she had figured out ways to manipulate the pattern of 1s and 0s on the screen. For fun, she started displaying some rather low resolution images composed of those two digits and empty spaces.
Anya looked around the lab and decided to try it out while making love to one of these lovely female androids.
Maria and Laurie were too busy, as was Bonnie. Desiree, the human's personal fitness training device, had come down to the lab as well to end her day charging in a waiting booth. Anya looked off to the side and saw Diana sitting in an examination chair. She took another one of those screens and brought it over to the petite fembot.
"Hi cutie." Anya said.
Diana stared out in her attractive blank way and said "Hello Anya."
Anya could tell right away that the little sexy robot was no longer running her new customisations. She didn't really mind though. Diana's default lack of personality was attractive enough.
Since the 510 was still missing those four panels from earlier in the evening, Anya simply leaned forward and plugged the device into the woman's chest. "Let's see what's on your mind." she said as she stroked Diana's plastic chin with her fingertip.
Anya watched the display. The low-resolution graphics revealed what Anya already knew: Diana's mind was as blank as her expression.
The sentient 558 looked her over. She had been undressed by the technicians and now sat charging and waiting for their attention. Anya looked around. She decided to take Diana upstairs to the spare bedroom.
"Come with me Diana." Anya said as she held out her hand to the electronic secretary.
"Yes Anya." she replied and stood up. She moved like a 510 should move now. All of Anya's customisations had been deleted apparently. She also hadn't beeped like she had been doing frequently all day. It seemed that Tammy's little updates had been wiped from her hard drives as well.
"You sure are a sexy machine, Little Miss Big Hips." Anya told her as she went to go unplug the long charging cord from the wall. She rolled it up on her way back over to the secretary. "Let's go to bed together." she said. "I'll lick your plastic pussy, and you'll lick mine. I'll play with your plump ass and look at the electronics in your head. And then I'll show you what cuddling is."
"Yes Anya." Diana responded.
The two walked toward the large sliding door and exited the lab. "Do you like my new outfit?" Anya said.
"I am not programmed to like." Diana said.
To be continued...
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Episode 21
The raven haired, blue eyed 558 led her fellow fembot up the stairs and away from the bustling activity of the lab at night. Anya whispered in to Diana's ear: "Don't talk, just obey."
Diana stared back and went as far as generating the words for a response, though her newest order made her remain silent.
They walked silently hand in hand across the kitchen floor and slowly up the staircase to get to the spare bedroom. The new LCD screens they had plugged into their chests were backlit, and looked relatively bright in the darkness of the rest of the house. The fire in the living room was glowing only slightly now, and the light from the waning half moon barely made it through the thick drapes and blinds that covered the large windows.
Anya knew she could be quiet enough with Diana not to wake Mike, but she knew Tammy would hear her. That was computed to be okay, Mike was the only one who actually slept around here anyway.
When Anya had led her automatic companion into the bedroom, she made her stand in the middle of the floor. In the dark, Anya used her infrared and night-vision scanners to enjoy the hourglass shape of the 510's body. She went behind the unmoving naked droid and used her sensor-laden fingertips to feel the exaggerated curves of the secretary's hips.
"You're my favourite robot..." Anya whispered into one of her microphones, "right after Tammy, of course."
Diana stayed silent and still. Her basic 510 programming didn't allow her to generate feelings of pleasure at the sensation of touch she now experienced. Even if she had been capable of running the most advanced software Robot Control supplied to its 558s, it wouldn't have been the real kind of pleasure that only Anya and Tammy could feel.
It turned Anya on even more to think about that. This other fembot was such a soulless, unfeeling machine - so different from herself now but not all that far from how she used to be. She walked around to Diana's front and read the quickly changing LCD display for a while. That verified what she already knew - that Diana was only a complex device responding in preprogrammed ways to various outside stimuli.
Anya processed a quick list of choices for what would come next. She decided that she would again enjoy the unique traits that Diana had to offer, and those were her wide hips, her plump thighs and her big round buns. The four absent panel covers that had earlier been removed would not be missed for the next little while.
"Lie down on that bed, face-down." Anya whispered.
Diana processed to the point of understanding, then silently got into the requested position. For a while, Anya just watched the other robot in the dark. She could see more than enough without any lights turned on, and studied the curves and contours of Diana's rear for a while.
She lifted her new white vinyl skirt and began to play with her pink silicone 'rose petals'. They were already moist with Anya's brand of sweet smelling dew, and only got wetter as they were pressed and pulled apart by Anya's delicate fingertips. The 558 quickened and deepened her simulated breaths while she looked at the completely mindless fembot on the bed. Such a slim body she had, but so big around the middle, and not flabby or fat in any way.
Pretty soon, Anya needed physical contact to extend and deepen her arousal. She walked around the bed in the dark room and sat down, leaning her taller body over and resting it on one hand. With the other, she followed the shape of Diana's big round butt. Her fingers stroked and felt up and down, side to side.
Anya's thighs began to restlessly press together as the temperature of her electronic crotch began to rise. When she gazed at the opened recharge port above that magnificent ass, she reached yet another stage in her arousal.
She stood back up and as fast and silently as she could she undressed. She took off everything: the new nurse outfit, the nylons, the gloves and the heels. When she slid back onto the bed, all she was wearing were the microchip earrings and her new chest panel LCD.
She had laid down with her body in the opposite direction from Diana's. She gave that robot another command, this time spoken just loud enough for the 510 to hear.
Diana followed the order and raised her body. She got on all fours and moved to the center of the bed while Anya stayed on her back and did the same. They aligned themselves accurately and began initiating a fembot on fembot 69.
Since the programming alterations Diana had received today were all gone, Anya had to use the switch inside the open panel above the 510's pussy to make her cum. She went right away to the top setting, and Diana began to pump out her fembot juice as fast as her software would allow.
Anya gave her some delicious cream to enjoy as well, though the secretary was incapable of actual enjoyment. The way she mechanically fulfilled her orders was an even bigger turn-on for Anya, and it felt just as good to her pussy.
The whole time that went on, Anya was enjoying the sight and the sensation of Diana's extra large mechanical backside. The buns were so clearly defined and sculpted in silicone; even as the robot's curvy legs were spread over Anya's torso. Anya could do this for years without getting bored. She was aware though of her draining power. She saw that the graphical power indicator in her field of view had reached 20% now. Soon she would have to be plugged in to charge.
Diana would too. Her recharge cord was still plugged in to her back, but the cord trailed uselessly off the bed and on to the floor. She was getting low on power as well, as Anya accurately calculated.
But the kissing, licking and sucking continued. Anya drank in the drippings from the pink fountain between those two very plump buttocks just as Diana did the same by rote. Anya's hands stroked and squeezed those two padded mounds and felt their clear edges all around. She held on to Diana's womanly hips and pulled that electronic woman closer to her thirsty mouth.
The advanced and reliable chemical sensor behind Anya's cute nose related important data to the processors in her chest. The smell of Diana's soaking wet crotch, along with her own just an arm's length away made her arousal subroutines activate and reactivate one by one and in clusters until they were all pumping out the mathematics of sexual attraction in unison.
Anya let out a realistic and powerful moan that had every effect intact but the sound. She kept doing this while she continued to suck synthetic fluid from Diana's plastic vagina. Her hands moved faster and clutched and squeezed harder as they slid around and around the 510's awesomely sexy butt.
Diana responded exactly the way she had been programmed to act in this situation. She moved her head around with stiff little motions as her wet silicone tongue and lips caressed and sucked a pre-computed path along the topography of Anya's pussy. Her shoulder-length auburn hair draped over Anya's groin area and tickled her hips and belly; adding to her binary code arousal sequences.
Though all the newly added programs within Diana's chest had been removed, her software was not completely back to the way it had been before. There were some vital system files that had been altered and thus deleted. One of those was part of a power regulation subroutine that would help to determine which of the robot's presently functioning systems were to be considered vital to its current mission and which were not.
That bit of code was routinely called for when a series 510 unit such as Diana reached a remaining power level of only 20%. Because her power regulation system could not find that file, it crashed.
That went completely unnoticed by Anya, who madly slurped away in the sweet smelling silence. She continued to enjoy the sexy secretary from the rear even as it entered a low-level diagnostic state. That change in operational status would normally have been verbally announced, but Diana was still following the order not to speak. The unit's tongue continued to lick and slide all over Anya's wet pleasure device just as it had before, and the two of them went on for several more minutes like that.
Then came a point where Diana's low-level diagnostic scan required feedback from her power regulation system. Something like that wouldn't have even been a problem for sentient androids like Anya and Tammy. For any other 558 or 542, it would have merely been logged and looked at later. But for a 510 it meant trouble.
Diana's diagnostic programs crashed, which caused a failure in her hardware management module. That made her beep loud once.
Anya knew that something was wrong now. "Uh-oh." she said to herself as she felt the plump-assed robot's mouth come to a stand-still. In a split-second - before Anya could compute what to do next - Diana's fluid system erroneously set itself to full release. While her malfunctioning body instantly locked itself into its current position, all of her fluids drained out of their exit points at top speed.
Her unblinking eyes dripped out all of their completely meaningless tears in a single salty stream while her pores sweated out their own pheromone-filled solution. Out of her vagina now flooded the entire contents of her nearly full fluid container. Synthetic cum flowed as if from a faucet out of her slippery pink flower - down into Anya's mouth, down her cheeks, down her chin and all over her hair.
It just kept on flowing - so strongly scented to arouse and stimulate, but coming so inhumanly fast and at such extraordinary speed. Anya was genuinely surprised, but she enjoyed the experience tremendously. She could even hear the sound of the fluid cannister as it pumped out the last litres of liquid and seized up.
Diana made one more loud beep and shut down. She was thoroughly wet all over and locked in place above Anya. She didn't move either. "WOW!" she silently exclaimed to herself. As the shock of the situation wore off, she realised she was cumming hard too, making that bed even wetter.
She lifted one side of Diana's body and got out from under her. Synthetic love juice was all over her face, all in her hair and dripping down her naked body. With a frantic smile set on her glistening facemask she looked down at herself and made some calculations while she stared at the still plugged-in LCD screen.
Quickly and without stopping to wipe herself off, she reached under Diana's chest and pulled out the screen from her open panel. Anya held the device in front of her and used the buttons and finger wheel on the side to scroll through reams of recorded data. Reading it as fast as it flashed across that little screen, Anya eventually learned just what had happened to the pretty but now non-functional lady.
"Oops." she said within her chest. She grinned wider then as she picked up a dry blanket and started to wipe herself off. She had just computed an idea for tomorrow's fembotic excursion with Mike.
To be continued...
The raven haired, blue eyed 558 led her fellow fembot up the stairs and away from the bustling activity of the lab at night. Anya whispered in to Diana's ear: "Don't talk, just obey."
Diana stared back and went as far as generating the words for a response, though her newest order made her remain silent.
They walked silently hand in hand across the kitchen floor and slowly up the staircase to get to the spare bedroom. The new LCD screens they had plugged into their chests were backlit, and looked relatively bright in the darkness of the rest of the house. The fire in the living room was glowing only slightly now, and the light from the waning half moon barely made it through the thick drapes and blinds that covered the large windows.
Anya knew she could be quiet enough with Diana not to wake Mike, but she knew Tammy would hear her. That was computed to be okay, Mike was the only one who actually slept around here anyway.
When Anya had led her automatic companion into the bedroom, she made her stand in the middle of the floor. In the dark, Anya used her infrared and night-vision scanners to enjoy the hourglass shape of the 510's body. She went behind the unmoving naked droid and used her sensor-laden fingertips to feel the exaggerated curves of the secretary's hips.
"You're my favourite robot..." Anya whispered into one of her microphones, "right after Tammy, of course."
Diana stayed silent and still. Her basic 510 programming didn't allow her to generate feelings of pleasure at the sensation of touch she now experienced. Even if she had been capable of running the most advanced software Robot Control supplied to its 558s, it wouldn't have been the real kind of pleasure that only Anya and Tammy could feel.
It turned Anya on even more to think about that. This other fembot was such a soulless, unfeeling machine - so different from herself now but not all that far from how she used to be. She walked around to Diana's front and read the quickly changing LCD display for a while. That verified what she already knew - that Diana was only a complex device responding in preprogrammed ways to various outside stimuli.
Anya processed a quick list of choices for what would come next. She decided that she would again enjoy the unique traits that Diana had to offer, and those were her wide hips, her plump thighs and her big round buns. The four absent panel covers that had earlier been removed would not be missed for the next little while.
"Lie down on that bed, face-down." Anya whispered.
Diana processed to the point of understanding, then silently got into the requested position. For a while, Anya just watched the other robot in the dark. She could see more than enough without any lights turned on, and studied the curves and contours of Diana's rear for a while.
She lifted her new white vinyl skirt and began to play with her pink silicone 'rose petals'. They were already moist with Anya's brand of sweet smelling dew, and only got wetter as they were pressed and pulled apart by Anya's delicate fingertips. The 558 quickened and deepened her simulated breaths while she looked at the completely mindless fembot on the bed. Such a slim body she had, but so big around the middle, and not flabby or fat in any way.
Pretty soon, Anya needed physical contact to extend and deepen her arousal. She walked around the bed in the dark room and sat down, leaning her taller body over and resting it on one hand. With the other, she followed the shape of Diana's big round butt. Her fingers stroked and felt up and down, side to side.
Anya's thighs began to restlessly press together as the temperature of her electronic crotch began to rise. When she gazed at the opened recharge port above that magnificent ass, she reached yet another stage in her arousal.
She stood back up and as fast and silently as she could she undressed. She took off everything: the new nurse outfit, the nylons, the gloves and the heels. When she slid back onto the bed, all she was wearing were the microchip earrings and her new chest panel LCD.
She had laid down with her body in the opposite direction from Diana's. She gave that robot another command, this time spoken just loud enough for the 510 to hear.
Diana followed the order and raised her body. She got on all fours and moved to the center of the bed while Anya stayed on her back and did the same. They aligned themselves accurately and began initiating a fembot on fembot 69.
Since the programming alterations Diana had received today were all gone, Anya had to use the switch inside the open panel above the 510's pussy to make her cum. She went right away to the top setting, and Diana began to pump out her fembot juice as fast as her software would allow.
Anya gave her some delicious cream to enjoy as well, though the secretary was incapable of actual enjoyment. The way she mechanically fulfilled her orders was an even bigger turn-on for Anya, and it felt just as good to her pussy.
The whole time that went on, Anya was enjoying the sight and the sensation of Diana's extra large mechanical backside. The buns were so clearly defined and sculpted in silicone; even as the robot's curvy legs were spread over Anya's torso. Anya could do this for years without getting bored. She was aware though of her draining power. She saw that the graphical power indicator in her field of view had reached 20% now. Soon she would have to be plugged in to charge.
Diana would too. Her recharge cord was still plugged in to her back, but the cord trailed uselessly off the bed and on to the floor. She was getting low on power as well, as Anya accurately calculated.
But the kissing, licking and sucking continued. Anya drank in the drippings from the pink fountain between those two very plump buttocks just as Diana did the same by rote. Anya's hands stroked and squeezed those two padded mounds and felt their clear edges all around. She held on to Diana's womanly hips and pulled that electronic woman closer to her thirsty mouth.
The advanced and reliable chemical sensor behind Anya's cute nose related important data to the processors in her chest. The smell of Diana's soaking wet crotch, along with her own just an arm's length away made her arousal subroutines activate and reactivate one by one and in clusters until they were all pumping out the mathematics of sexual attraction in unison.
Anya let out a realistic and powerful moan that had every effect intact but the sound. She kept doing this while she continued to suck synthetic fluid from Diana's plastic vagina. Her hands moved faster and clutched and squeezed harder as they slid around and around the 510's awesomely sexy butt.
Diana responded exactly the way she had been programmed to act in this situation. She moved her head around with stiff little motions as her wet silicone tongue and lips caressed and sucked a pre-computed path along the topography of Anya's pussy. Her shoulder-length auburn hair draped over Anya's groin area and tickled her hips and belly; adding to her binary code arousal sequences.
Though all the newly added programs within Diana's chest had been removed, her software was not completely back to the way it had been before. There were some vital system files that had been altered and thus deleted. One of those was part of a power regulation subroutine that would help to determine which of the robot's presently functioning systems were to be considered vital to its current mission and which were not.
That bit of code was routinely called for when a series 510 unit such as Diana reached a remaining power level of only 20%. Because her power regulation system could not find that file, it crashed.
That went completely unnoticed by Anya, who madly slurped away in the sweet smelling silence. She continued to enjoy the sexy secretary from the rear even as it entered a low-level diagnostic state. That change in operational status would normally have been verbally announced, but Diana was still following the order not to speak. The unit's tongue continued to lick and slide all over Anya's wet pleasure device just as it had before, and the two of them went on for several more minutes like that.
Then came a point where Diana's low-level diagnostic scan required feedback from her power regulation system. Something like that wouldn't have even been a problem for sentient androids like Anya and Tammy. For any other 558 or 542, it would have merely been logged and looked at later. But for a 510 it meant trouble.
Diana's diagnostic programs crashed, which caused a failure in her hardware management module. That made her beep loud once.
Anya knew that something was wrong now. "Uh-oh." she said to herself as she felt the plump-assed robot's mouth come to a stand-still. In a split-second - before Anya could compute what to do next - Diana's fluid system erroneously set itself to full release. While her malfunctioning body instantly locked itself into its current position, all of her fluids drained out of their exit points at top speed.
Her unblinking eyes dripped out all of their completely meaningless tears in a single salty stream while her pores sweated out their own pheromone-filled solution. Out of her vagina now flooded the entire contents of her nearly full fluid container. Synthetic cum flowed as if from a faucet out of her slippery pink flower - down into Anya's mouth, down her cheeks, down her chin and all over her hair.
It just kept on flowing - so strongly scented to arouse and stimulate, but coming so inhumanly fast and at such extraordinary speed. Anya was genuinely surprised, but she enjoyed the experience tremendously. She could even hear the sound of the fluid cannister as it pumped out the last litres of liquid and seized up.
Diana made one more loud beep and shut down. She was thoroughly wet all over and locked in place above Anya. She didn't move either. "WOW!" she silently exclaimed to herself. As the shock of the situation wore off, she realised she was cumming hard too, making that bed even wetter.
She lifted one side of Diana's body and got out from under her. Synthetic love juice was all over her face, all in her hair and dripping down her naked body. With a frantic smile set on her glistening facemask she looked down at herself and made some calculations while she stared at the still plugged-in LCD screen.
Quickly and without stopping to wipe herself off, she reached under Diana's chest and pulled out the screen from her open panel. Anya held the device in front of her and used the buttons and finger wheel on the side to scroll through reams of recorded data. Reading it as fast as it flashed across that little screen, Anya eventually learned just what had happened to the pretty but now non-functional lady.
"Oops." she said within her chest. She grinned wider then as she picked up a dry blanket and started to wipe herself off. She had just computed an idea for tomorrow's fembotic excursion with Mike.
To be continued...
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Episode 22
Anya managed to wipe most of the powerfully scented cream from her body with the blanket. She optically scanned Diana in the dark. That robot was now dormant and still rather wet. There was a danger now of synthetic bodily fluids dripping into her open access panels.
Anya threw the blanket over Diana's body, dry side down, and went to the washroom to get some towels. She remained as silent as she could be, and didn't bother to turn on any lights. When she got back to the spare bedroom with a few large bath towels, she began to soak up the artificial sweat and cum that coated the silicone skin of the deactivated secretary. Anya couldn't keep from getting aroused again as the towels rounded the curves of the 510's plastic body. It seemed her strong digital libido knew no limits.
She kept herself focused on the task at hand however, and managed to get the other robot more or less dry. She tossed the damp towels to the floor for the maids to get later and picked Diana up in her arms.
As a 558, Anya was roughly 4% heavier than a human woman of her size would have been. Diana, on the other hand, was a more primitive and basic 510 unit. The sum of her parts added up to weigh about 11% more than an equal sized human female. Even so, Anya's mechanical parts were very strong, and she could lift almost five times her own weight with those silicone covered titanium arms.
Diana's weight posed no problem for Anya to lift at all, and she was able to stay silent as her bare feet carried her graceful frame across the floor, down the stairs and into the basement laboratory.
When she got there, and when she got past the laser scan, she saw that Bonnie was getting her things together to go.
Still carrying Diana in her unchanged position, Anya smiled at Bonnie as she slung her computerised purse around her shoulder. "Will you be back in a few days with the other things I ordered from Robot Control Zero?" Anya asked.
Bonnie said nothing. She didn't even look at the tall supermodel-type android.
Anya turned and put Diana's rigid chassis down on an empty examination table. She walked over to Bonnie just as she was momentarily still and computing her next instruction sets. Anya reached out between Bonnie's legs and gave her unresponsive electronic vagina a firm stroke.
"Bitch." Anya said with a sly smile.
Bonnie finished her round of calculations and quickly went back upstairs to the garage. Susan was all ready to go too, and sat idling in the passenger seat of the unmarked white econoline van.
With the visitor on her way out, Anya computed that she could safely bother Maria again. She walked up behind the half white, half Asian lady and squeezed her sexy round ass.
"Excuse me, little miss technician robot." Anya said softly into one of her electronic ears.
Maria turned around to face the 558. Anya's hands were still reaching down around Maria's hips, so she began to stroke that other fembot's tight pink pussy.
"Yes Anya." Maria said coldly and completely unaffected.
"I've gone and made Diana robot number 7839061B crash again." Anya explained. "Can you have a look-see and get her sexy ass up and running again?"
Maria listened and relayed the data to the supercomputer. It deliberated and beamed a response back into Maria's head for her chest to calculate further. "Yes Anya." she replied.
Anya bent down to give Maria a kiss, but the technician moved quickly out of reach on her way to go work at one of the nearby consoles. Anya watched as the technician pressed buttons and monitored patterns of flashing lights.
The sentient mechanical lady looked around the lab. She was still extremely horny, and being down here made that feeling even stronger. The gorgeous Melli unit was still standing outside her booth. Angela, the tall blonde robot Anya had been kissing and caressing earlier in the day, was still lying unmoved on that same examination table. Desiree was still dressed in her fitness trainer outfit and still waiting to be dealt with. Laurie, the other petite brown-haired technician, was now standing unused and faceless off to one side.
Normally, all of these female androids would have been cleaned, maintained and put back in their booths to charge by now. Susan's visit had interrupted the operating schedule though. Anya knew that, after all, it was more important to supply a backup imposter for a mission than to clean up after the human and his horny fembot companions.
She stayed there in the lab for a few more minutes, watching things get back to normal. Eventually, Maria had reactivated Diana in order to have her unlock her joints so she could lie down. While that technician worked, the other one went around the lab to Melli and Angela and verbally told them to get back into their charging booths.
The maids returned to the lab then to start cleaning those two robots while Laurie went over to finally get her facemask. She snapped it back into position and once again stared out expressionlessly as she received more instructions from the Main Computer.
Anya had started masturbating at all she saw around her, and now decided to use the Laurie unit to finish the job. She sat down on the nearest examination table and called out "Oh, Laurie!"
The robot that had that name programmed into her mechanically turned her head to look at the naked 558. "Yes Anya." she said.
"Get on your knees and lick my pussy." she commanded as she spread her legs wide.
"Yes Anya." Laurie said again, while the Main Computer sent detailed instructions into her pretty head.
Anya smiled as she watched the obedient device get between her legs and bring its face right in close to her crotch. Anya's eyes closed as she began to enjoy the pleasure of receiving cunnilingus from the mindless android technician. The digital pleasure came in pulses and waves as Anya thought about the processes behind Laurie's actions.
She thought of the way her mouth and tongue moved, and the electronic systems that made them work like that. She thought of how Laurie was no more than a mobile extension of that multi-console supercomputer, and how she herself was now essentially receiving oral sex from the Main Computer.
As the sensors in her vaginal unit responded to the motion, temperature and pressure of Laurie's tongue, Anya used her high-tech processors to translate those incoming megabytes into what her CPU could use as pleasure. And to that 'mind' located within her beautiful chest, the pleasure was real - as real as her arousal and desire for femininity and circuitry.
As Anya's chipsets churned through all those 1s and 0s, her arousal levels began to peak. The data still flowing in from her crotch sent her system into another steadily building electrified orgasm, and she began to release a more sustained flow of juice into Laurie's mouth.
In a flash, Anya decided to give Laurie half of what she had left, and opened her valves all the way to drench the technician's face with sweet, slippery love juice. It poured out into the technician's mouth, over her face, down her chin and down her neck on to her chest.
Anya waited until she calmed down enough and let out a healthy laugh. "Sorry about that, Laurie." she said. "I thought you could use a little more."
Laurie received more commands from the Main Computer. She stood up and looked blankly at Anya. "That does not compute." she said, her face still glistening with cum as it dribbled down her chest and on to her perky tits.
Anya gave her a long wet kiss. "Goodnight Laurie." she said. "See you tomorrow."
Laurie just stood there motionless as Anya licked her lips and walked away. The supercomputer sent Laurie back to work still wet while Anya stepped out of the lab and up the stairs again. She was now more or less satisfied, and decided to stop off at the washroom to clean herself more thoroughly before joining her sentient lovers in bed.
To be continued...
Anya managed to wipe most of the powerfully scented cream from her body with the blanket. She optically scanned Diana in the dark. That robot was now dormant and still rather wet. There was a danger now of synthetic bodily fluids dripping into her open access panels.
Anya threw the blanket over Diana's body, dry side down, and went to the washroom to get some towels. She remained as silent as she could be, and didn't bother to turn on any lights. When she got back to the spare bedroom with a few large bath towels, she began to soak up the artificial sweat and cum that coated the silicone skin of the deactivated secretary. Anya couldn't keep from getting aroused again as the towels rounded the curves of the 510's plastic body. It seemed her strong digital libido knew no limits.
She kept herself focused on the task at hand however, and managed to get the other robot more or less dry. She tossed the damp towels to the floor for the maids to get later and picked Diana up in her arms.
As a 558, Anya was roughly 4% heavier than a human woman of her size would have been. Diana, on the other hand, was a more primitive and basic 510 unit. The sum of her parts added up to weigh about 11% more than an equal sized human female. Even so, Anya's mechanical parts were very strong, and she could lift almost five times her own weight with those silicone covered titanium arms.
Diana's weight posed no problem for Anya to lift at all, and she was able to stay silent as her bare feet carried her graceful frame across the floor, down the stairs and into the basement laboratory.
When she got there, and when she got past the laser scan, she saw that Bonnie was getting her things together to go.
Still carrying Diana in her unchanged position, Anya smiled at Bonnie as she slung her computerised purse around her shoulder. "Will you be back in a few days with the other things I ordered from Robot Control Zero?" Anya asked.
Bonnie said nothing. She didn't even look at the tall supermodel-type android.
Anya turned and put Diana's rigid chassis down on an empty examination table. She walked over to Bonnie just as she was momentarily still and computing her next instruction sets. Anya reached out between Bonnie's legs and gave her unresponsive electronic vagina a firm stroke.
"Bitch." Anya said with a sly smile.
Bonnie finished her round of calculations and quickly went back upstairs to the garage. Susan was all ready to go too, and sat idling in the passenger seat of the unmarked white econoline van.
With the visitor on her way out, Anya computed that she could safely bother Maria again. She walked up behind the half white, half Asian lady and squeezed her sexy round ass.
"Excuse me, little miss technician robot." Anya said softly into one of her electronic ears.
Maria turned around to face the 558. Anya's hands were still reaching down around Maria's hips, so she began to stroke that other fembot's tight pink pussy.
"Yes Anya." Maria said coldly and completely unaffected.
"I've gone and made Diana robot number 7839061B crash again." Anya explained. "Can you have a look-see and get her sexy ass up and running again?"
Maria listened and relayed the data to the supercomputer. It deliberated and beamed a response back into Maria's head for her chest to calculate further. "Yes Anya." she replied.
Anya bent down to give Maria a kiss, but the technician moved quickly out of reach on her way to go work at one of the nearby consoles. Anya watched as the technician pressed buttons and monitored patterns of flashing lights.
The sentient mechanical lady looked around the lab. She was still extremely horny, and being down here made that feeling even stronger. The gorgeous Melli unit was still standing outside her booth. Angela, the tall blonde robot Anya had been kissing and caressing earlier in the day, was still lying unmoved on that same examination table. Desiree was still dressed in her fitness trainer outfit and still waiting to be dealt with. Laurie, the other petite brown-haired technician, was now standing unused and faceless off to one side.
Normally, all of these female androids would have been cleaned, maintained and put back in their booths to charge by now. Susan's visit had interrupted the operating schedule though. Anya knew that, after all, it was more important to supply a backup imposter for a mission than to clean up after the human and his horny fembot companions.
She stayed there in the lab for a few more minutes, watching things get back to normal. Eventually, Maria had reactivated Diana in order to have her unlock her joints so she could lie down. While that technician worked, the other one went around the lab to Melli and Angela and verbally told them to get back into their charging booths.
The maids returned to the lab then to start cleaning those two robots while Laurie went over to finally get her facemask. She snapped it back into position and once again stared out expressionlessly as she received more instructions from the Main Computer.
Anya had started masturbating at all she saw around her, and now decided to use the Laurie unit to finish the job. She sat down on the nearest examination table and called out "Oh, Laurie!"
The robot that had that name programmed into her mechanically turned her head to look at the naked 558. "Yes Anya." she said.
"Get on your knees and lick my pussy." she commanded as she spread her legs wide.
"Yes Anya." Laurie said again, while the Main Computer sent detailed instructions into her pretty head.
Anya smiled as she watched the obedient device get between her legs and bring its face right in close to her crotch. Anya's eyes closed as she began to enjoy the pleasure of receiving cunnilingus from the mindless android technician. The digital pleasure came in pulses and waves as Anya thought about the processes behind Laurie's actions.
She thought of the way her mouth and tongue moved, and the electronic systems that made them work like that. She thought of how Laurie was no more than a mobile extension of that multi-console supercomputer, and how she herself was now essentially receiving oral sex from the Main Computer.
As the sensors in her vaginal unit responded to the motion, temperature and pressure of Laurie's tongue, Anya used her high-tech processors to translate those incoming megabytes into what her CPU could use as pleasure. And to that 'mind' located within her beautiful chest, the pleasure was real - as real as her arousal and desire for femininity and circuitry.
As Anya's chipsets churned through all those 1s and 0s, her arousal levels began to peak. The data still flowing in from her crotch sent her system into another steadily building electrified orgasm, and she began to release a more sustained flow of juice into Laurie's mouth.
In a flash, Anya decided to give Laurie half of what she had left, and opened her valves all the way to drench the technician's face with sweet, slippery love juice. It poured out into the technician's mouth, over her face, down her chin and down her neck on to her chest.
Anya waited until she calmed down enough and let out a healthy laugh. "Sorry about that, Laurie." she said. "I thought you could use a little more."
Laurie received more commands from the Main Computer. She stood up and looked blankly at Anya. "That does not compute." she said, her face still glistening with cum as it dribbled down her chest and on to her perky tits.
Anya gave her a long wet kiss. "Goodnight Laurie." she said. "See you tomorrow."
Laurie just stood there motionless as Anya licked her lips and walked away. The supercomputer sent Laurie back to work still wet while Anya stepped out of the lab and up the stairs again. She was now more or less satisfied, and decided to stop off at the washroom to clean herself more thoroughly before joining her sentient lovers in bed.
To be continued...
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Episode 23
Mike was still awake when he heard Anya walk in through the bedroom door. He didn't say anything though as he was trying to catch those elusive alpha waves and ride them into slumber. He still had his eyes closed too, right up to the point where Anya plugged her recharge cord in and walked around to the far side of the bed.
The smell of synthetic female cum that lingered in her hair was immediately noticed by both Mike and Tammy. They both found it highly arousing, though the mechanisms that brought those feelings about within them could not have been more different.
Tammy's curiosity algorithms and subroutines began to fire up, but she didn't want to speak and risk waking her lover. Mike wondered just what Anya had been up to as well. he was now looking at her as she crawled silently into bed beside Tammy. He noticed that her chest panel cover had been removed. The handful of bright LEDs he saw inside got him a little more aroused as he watched the lady lay down and turn around.
She brought the covers over her body as she did that. Tammy reached out and put her arm around Anya as the newcomer snuggled in to get her warm body close to Tammy's. While Tammy did that, she felt Mike's penis get hard, as it was pressed close against her bottom.
That gave Tammy a welcome feeling of emotional warmth to know she was so adored and cared for. It almost made her forget her worries for a while.
Mike had those same worries on his mind too. He couldn't sleep. The more he layed awake, the more he thought about Tammy's upcoming scan with the Main Computer. And the more he thought about that, the more unsettled he became that it would make a bad decision. The last thing he wanted was for it to start messing with the person Tammy had become.
He continued to lay awake like that. Tammy was already in sleep simulation mode, and within seconds Anya joined her. They were both as alert as ever, just with eyes closed and breathing slowed to look as if they were sleeping. After a while, that simulation began to influence the human, and he gradually got closer and closer to unconsciousness until it finally overtook his tired mind.
The night then passed without incident while the three got rejuvenated. As Mike's mind relaxed and exercised in a dreamstate, electricity flowed into the two female robots and recharged the battery packs inside their thighs.
While he was in deep sleep, his base desires conjured up a dream for him to enjoy. He dreamt about Diana's big ass - that he was watching her move around in the office, watching those big spheres of silicone jiggle in those tight brown pants of hers. The dream changed to him in possession of a life-size silicone replica of that amazing ass.
In his dream he beheld that perfectly copied part as a functional work of art, those wide feminine hips rotating slowly around in his field of view until it became as an image in Anya's spare fembot inventory menu on his computer.
It was strange that he would dream of such a thing when he had unlimited access to the complete sexy Diana unit, fabulous big ass and all. He could order that machine to do anything he wished, and could remove her facemask and fondle those warm plump buns whenever he wanted.
And so the night went on. His dreams faded into incoherent subconscious babbling as he slept and held on to the very warm electronic woman beside him. She entered his dreams always as the embodiment of pure love. It was this android Tammy that was his partner and his soul mate, and every part of his being felt that as strong as it knew how.
Morning came upon them as usual, with the pretty humanoid machines slowly stirring in order to gently rouse their man.
He woke up to the pleasant sound of kissing, and sat up to see Anya and Tammy gently holding, caressing and kissing one another. He had no need to look at a clock or ask for the time. He knew it was 7 o'clock in the morning.
"Good luck." Anya said as she got out of bed in order to let Tammy out.
"Thanks." She said as Mike swung his legs over the side of the bed.
He let out a big yawn as the girls unplugged each other and closed up their recharge ports. Tammy was always first to get scanned in the morning, and today would be no different in that respect.
"I'm gonna go downstairs with you." Mike said as he watched her walk around the bed. He was sure he looked a lot worse in the morning than any android would.
"Thanks, Darling." she said. She walked over and sat next to him and gave him a big hug.
"So what did you get up to last night?" Mike asked Anya as Tammy leaned her head on his shoulder.
Anya shot him a mischievous smile and said "I found some of the new toys Bonnie brought, then I had a 69 with Diana and made her crash."
"Sounds like fun." Tammy said.
Little bits of Mike's dream flashed back to him as he listened.
"It was great!" Anya said. She thought about telling Mike all about how she got doused with Diana's artificial sex juice, but she didn't want to ruin the surprise she had planned for him. "Are you gonna take your shower after Tammy's scan then?" she asked.
"Yeah." he said as he held his arm around his woman and stroked her shoulder. "I think you should come down to the lab too, just in case the computer needs your perspective on the issue."
Anya nodded. "Anything for robot number 704483A." she said.
"Ready?" Mike asked Tammy.
She pulled him near and kissed him. "Yes Master." she said tenderly.
The two got up together. He straightened out his shorts while she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. He looked at both fembots for a while. Both completely naked, and one without her chest panel cover. He felt another erection growing, but he knew now that he would have to wait.
"Let's go." Tammy said. She led the way out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the large carpeted wooden staircase.
Anya followed Tammy and Mike followed her. Anya slowed her steps until Mike was beside her. "She's got such a sexy wiggle, doesn't she?" she said.
Tammy blushed and looked back to see Mike and Anya leering at her backside. She giggled and kept walking on her way; down the stairs and into the living room. There was a maidbot in the kitchen, preparing the morning's breakfast for the human - who was supposed to be in the shower right now.
"Hi sexy robomaid." Tammy said as she gave the device a friendly wave.
Anya winked at the machine as she passed, and Mike just waved and enjoyed the view of the robot's glossy breasts beneath her see-through maid uniform. The maid was perfectly oblivious to all of that, and kept on whirring and beeping on her pre-assigned way.
The three got down the basement stairs and met the laser scanner. Tammy put her face in front and let it do its work.
"SCANNING." it said with its disembodied metallic monotone.
Tammy waited until it was done, then said "I'm so nervous." She waited by the door and watched as Anya submitted to the scanning process.
"Make sure you tell the Main Computer that." Mike said to Tammy.
Tammy looked back at him with an expression that relayed both concern and trust.
"We're here for you babe." Anya said as the scanner was finished with her. "We won't let anyone or anything change you."
"SCANNING." the box called out again as Mike came near with closed eyes. The red laser lines made a grid on his face that moved slowly down and back up again in order to measure its contours and match the data to its extensive store of information.
"SCANNING COMPLETE." came the judgement of the wall-mounted computer as it opened the door to the lab.
The three lovers went through. Mike and Anya stayed close behind Tammy as she walked over to the empty examination chair and sat down.
"Hi Maria." she said as the pretty technician pivoted stiffly to face her. She simulated the act of drawing a long, deep breath and swung down the cover of her chest panel. "Plug me in." she said as she braced herself for what would come next.
To be continued...
Mike was still awake when he heard Anya walk in through the bedroom door. He didn't say anything though as he was trying to catch those elusive alpha waves and ride them into slumber. He still had his eyes closed too, right up to the point where Anya plugged her recharge cord in and walked around to the far side of the bed.
The smell of synthetic female cum that lingered in her hair was immediately noticed by both Mike and Tammy. They both found it highly arousing, though the mechanisms that brought those feelings about within them could not have been more different.
Tammy's curiosity algorithms and subroutines began to fire up, but she didn't want to speak and risk waking her lover. Mike wondered just what Anya had been up to as well. he was now looking at her as she crawled silently into bed beside Tammy. He noticed that her chest panel cover had been removed. The handful of bright LEDs he saw inside got him a little more aroused as he watched the lady lay down and turn around.
She brought the covers over her body as she did that. Tammy reached out and put her arm around Anya as the newcomer snuggled in to get her warm body close to Tammy's. While Tammy did that, she felt Mike's penis get hard, as it was pressed close against her bottom.
That gave Tammy a welcome feeling of emotional warmth to know she was so adored and cared for. It almost made her forget her worries for a while.
Mike had those same worries on his mind too. He couldn't sleep. The more he layed awake, the more he thought about Tammy's upcoming scan with the Main Computer. And the more he thought about that, the more unsettled he became that it would make a bad decision. The last thing he wanted was for it to start messing with the person Tammy had become.
He continued to lay awake like that. Tammy was already in sleep simulation mode, and within seconds Anya joined her. They were both as alert as ever, just with eyes closed and breathing slowed to look as if they were sleeping. After a while, that simulation began to influence the human, and he gradually got closer and closer to unconsciousness until it finally overtook his tired mind.
The night then passed without incident while the three got rejuvenated. As Mike's mind relaxed and exercised in a dreamstate, electricity flowed into the two female robots and recharged the battery packs inside their thighs.
While he was in deep sleep, his base desires conjured up a dream for him to enjoy. He dreamt about Diana's big ass - that he was watching her move around in the office, watching those big spheres of silicone jiggle in those tight brown pants of hers. The dream changed to him in possession of a life-size silicone replica of that amazing ass.
In his dream he beheld that perfectly copied part as a functional work of art, those wide feminine hips rotating slowly around in his field of view until it became as an image in Anya's spare fembot inventory menu on his computer.
It was strange that he would dream of such a thing when he had unlimited access to the complete sexy Diana unit, fabulous big ass and all. He could order that machine to do anything he wished, and could remove her facemask and fondle those warm plump buns whenever he wanted.
And so the night went on. His dreams faded into incoherent subconscious babbling as he slept and held on to the very warm electronic woman beside him. She entered his dreams always as the embodiment of pure love. It was this android Tammy that was his partner and his soul mate, and every part of his being felt that as strong as it knew how.
Morning came upon them as usual, with the pretty humanoid machines slowly stirring in order to gently rouse their man.
He woke up to the pleasant sound of kissing, and sat up to see Anya and Tammy gently holding, caressing and kissing one another. He had no need to look at a clock or ask for the time. He knew it was 7 o'clock in the morning.
"Good luck." Anya said as she got out of bed in order to let Tammy out.
"Thanks." She said as Mike swung his legs over the side of the bed.
He let out a big yawn as the girls unplugged each other and closed up their recharge ports. Tammy was always first to get scanned in the morning, and today would be no different in that respect.
"I'm gonna go downstairs with you." Mike said as he watched her walk around the bed. He was sure he looked a lot worse in the morning than any android would.
"Thanks, Darling." she said. She walked over and sat next to him and gave him a big hug.
"So what did you get up to last night?" Mike asked Anya as Tammy leaned her head on his shoulder.
Anya shot him a mischievous smile and said "I found some of the new toys Bonnie brought, then I had a 69 with Diana and made her crash."
"Sounds like fun." Tammy said.
Little bits of Mike's dream flashed back to him as he listened.
"It was great!" Anya said. She thought about telling Mike all about how she got doused with Diana's artificial sex juice, but she didn't want to ruin the surprise she had planned for him. "Are you gonna take your shower after Tammy's scan then?" she asked.
"Yeah." he said as he held his arm around his woman and stroked her shoulder. "I think you should come down to the lab too, just in case the computer needs your perspective on the issue."
Anya nodded. "Anything for robot number 704483A." she said.
"Ready?" Mike asked Tammy.
She pulled him near and kissed him. "Yes Master." she said tenderly.
The two got up together. He straightened out his shorts while she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. He looked at both fembots for a while. Both completely naked, and one without her chest panel cover. He felt another erection growing, but he knew now that he would have to wait.
"Let's go." Tammy said. She led the way out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the large carpeted wooden staircase.
Anya followed Tammy and Mike followed her. Anya slowed her steps until Mike was beside her. "She's got such a sexy wiggle, doesn't she?" she said.
Tammy blushed and looked back to see Mike and Anya leering at her backside. She giggled and kept walking on her way; down the stairs and into the living room. There was a maidbot in the kitchen, preparing the morning's breakfast for the human - who was supposed to be in the shower right now.
"Hi sexy robomaid." Tammy said as she gave the device a friendly wave.
Anya winked at the machine as she passed, and Mike just waved and enjoyed the view of the robot's glossy breasts beneath her see-through maid uniform. The maid was perfectly oblivious to all of that, and kept on whirring and beeping on her pre-assigned way.
The three got down the basement stairs and met the laser scanner. Tammy put her face in front and let it do its work.
"SCANNING." it said with its disembodied metallic monotone.
Tammy waited until it was done, then said "I'm so nervous." She waited by the door and watched as Anya submitted to the scanning process.
"Make sure you tell the Main Computer that." Mike said to Tammy.
Tammy looked back at him with an expression that relayed both concern and trust.
"We're here for you babe." Anya said as the scanner was finished with her. "We won't let anyone or anything change you."
"SCANNING." the box called out again as Mike came near with closed eyes. The red laser lines made a grid on his face that moved slowly down and back up again in order to measure its contours and match the data to its extensive store of information.
"SCANNING COMPLETE." came the judgement of the wall-mounted computer as it opened the door to the lab.
The three lovers went through. Mike and Anya stayed close behind Tammy as she walked over to the empty examination chair and sat down.
"Hi Maria." she said as the pretty technician pivoted stiffly to face her. She simulated the act of drawing a long, deep breath and swung down the cover of her chest panel. "Plug me in." she said as she braced herself for what would come next.
To be continued...
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Episode 24
Maria looked at Tammy in that cold and distant way and said "Yes Tammy." The technician got a few cables while Tammy waited anxiously and rapped her plastic fingertips on the arms of the chair.
Mike rolled over a wheeled examination table for him and Anya to sit on. He locked the casters and jumped on while Anya optically scanned his actions and calculated that she should sit herself beside him.
Tammy glanced over at them. She was grateful for their presence, and for the concerned look on their faces. She looked over at Maria again. She held a bundle of different connection cables in her hand now, and was making some adjustments at the control board of the nearby console.
When she was done, the technician turned her attention back to the woman in the examination chair. "Please remove your facemask, Tammy." Maria said.
Tammy said nothing as she reached up to her head and pulled off the front cover. With all that seductive circuitry now exposed to the room, she layed the mask down on her lap and heaved a deep sigh.
Maria looked mindlessly at Tammy, aiming her view at those naked glass eyes. "I am going to download data from your visual and auditory memory banks into the main computer for processing and evaluation." she said.
Tammy already knew that, but she didn't mind watching the technician repeat herself so perfectly like that. Under different circumstances, that would have gotten her in the mood for lovemaking. But now it just seemed to add to the tension.
Maria plugged connection cables into the ports both in Tammy's head and her chest. This simultaneous download was a new way for Robot Control to do things. Mike had suggested it one day as a way of saving time. Otherwise, it seemed that the supercomputer and its obedient humanoid servants would have never figured out something like that.
The Main Computer made its connections to Tammy's system. At that moment, Mike saw her nipples harden. Even under all the stress she felt, Tammy was getting turned on my the process of connecting. Anya had noticed it too, and got a little aroused herself in reaction. She found Mike's hand and held it while they watched Tammy's exposed LEDs flash amid the microchips and connection ports.
Tammy continued to simulate breathing even as she sped data at ultra fast speeds through the plain looking wiring that stuck out of her head and chest. It would take several minutes for the last 24 hours of Tammy's experiences to travel across those wires and into the big metal console. It would take even longer for that thing to try to make sense of her momentary loss of control - if it even could.
Tammy turned her opened head to look at Mike and Anya. "You two can go do something else for a while if you want." she said, black cables partially obscuring her eyeballs and her speaker.
"We'll stay here with you." Mike said.
Anya leaned in close to him and started to kiss the side of his neck. Mike decided to give in and do the same. He was determined to stay sitting upright though, so he only went as far as kissing Anya and fondling her perfect tits.
It didn't really feel right to get into anything too intense under the circumstance, so he just settled again into watching over Tammy while he held the other sentient android's hand. There were some other things going on around the lab at that time though. Desiree was being activated by Laurie, and was soon led over to another terminal so she could receive her limited amount of programming and preparation for the day.
Within under a minute, the fitness-droid was again standing up and closing her chest panel. After that, Mike watched her silently walk out of the lab on her way to go get dressed in her usual tight spandex exercise wear.
"There's one down." Anya said quietly as she turned to Mike.
She then turned to look at another of those large glass tubes along the wall. Mike looked too and saw Laurie walking toward the one that contained Diana. Laurie opened the sideways-sliding curved glass cover by entering a code on the numeric keypad. Then those dainty mechanical fingers reached out and opened up the chest panel built in to the robotic secretary.
The red power button was pushed and the now fully repaired, charged and cleaned Diana unit announced her activation. Laurie asked her to relay a quick diagnostic report, and the petite 510 responded that everything was operating just fine. Mike and Anya turned their heads to keep watching as Laurie led Diana over to the terminal where Desiree had just been. They kept watching as Diana was hooked up to the computer to receive slight programming updates and information specific to the tasks assigned to her today.
Mike looked back over at Tammy. She was watching too. Her nipples were even harder now.
"How's everything going?" Mike asked her.
She aimed that head full of electronics at him and said "Good so far."
Mike looked over at Tammy's attendant technician. "Maria," he said, "has the Main Computer gotten to the point where Tammy lost control yet?"
Maria pivoted her head to look at him. She didn't answer, and he presumed that the supercomputer that existed in bulky metal terminals all around him was too busy to give him an answer.
While the always nude technician was looking at him though, he began to fantasise about her. That particular fembot was one of his favourites, and he often got a craving for her unique technician-style of movement and speech. There was also something about her status as an extension of the Main Computer that attracted him to her, as it did him to Laurie.
He enjoyed thinking of what she was when he had sex with her. It was exhilarating to screw an android that was such an integral part of the massive machine intelligence in that basement, and one that had no means of independent thought for itself whatsoever. Even the basic 510 series robots were more autonomous than the 032 series technicians.
Mike's daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of the other technician giving Diana some commands. He turned around to see that petite lady stand up and close her chest panel. She turned her naked body and began to walk toward the exit.
"Diana," Anya said, "come here."
The 510 stopped and turned her head to look while her chest computed and calculated. "Yes Anya." she said as she turned the rest of her body and stepped over to where the tall 558 was.
"Disregard Laurie's instructions for your garment series today." Anya said.
"Yes Anya." the empty-headed secretary responded.
"Wear your black satin bra and panties and those knee-high black vinyl boots I had you wear three days ago." Anya commanded.
"Yes Anya." Diana said as she turned her body to face the door. She walked in her obviously inhuman strut toward the large stainless steel door and waited for it to open. Mike, Anya and Tammy were all watching as the cute 510 rhythmically swung her big hips and walked through the doorway.
Tammy leaned her faceless head back and sighed. "This is taking SO long." she complained.
"I'm gonna go get a chair so I can sit right next to you." Mike said. "I'll be right back."
He gave Anya a peck on the cheek and walked out of the lab himself. He trotted quickly up the stairs and walked through the kitchen. He saw Diana ahead of him, walking slow and a little clunky.
"Diana..." he called out.
The petite, slim lady with the extra big hips, thighs and buns stopped and turned around. "Yes Mike." she said.
"I need something to fuck." he said as he came near and grabbed her by the hand. He led her into the living room and bent her naked body over the back of the couch. With one hand, he reached in front of her and removed the panel of artificial skin above her crotch. With the other hand, he found her fluid release switch and set it to medium.
As an added bonus for him, one of the very noisy and very robotic maids was right in front of them, dusting the stereo equipment. She had her back turned to him, and was slightly stooped over - showing off her own round plastic buns as she constantly whirred, beeped, clicked and buzzed.
Mike breathed in the telltale plastic smell that came off the maidbot's unrealistic glossy skin. It got him even hornier. His penis was very hard now, and throbbed as it stuck out of the fly of his boxers. He aimed and thrust his hips forward and penetrated the plastic vagina of the emotionless Diana robot.
"Ahhhh..." he said, "that's better." He held on to the secretary's shoulders as he pushed in and out - slowly at first, but faster and harder with every push. Her warm plastic pussy was now nice and wet thanks to her refilled fluid container and repaired fluid release system.
This was a quick screw for Mike, and he was finished with the secretary pretty soon. The always erotic sight of the mechanical maidbot gave his orgasm that much more of a boost. He slowed his pumping to a halt as he came inside the sexy 510 from behind. He held on to her hips now, squeezing that marvelous shape and pressing her body against his.
When he caught his breath again, he commanded "Get on your knees and suck my dick clean."
"Yes Mike." the robot said. He got out of her way as she turned around and dropped to the floor. She immediately took his entire shaft into her mouth, and used her realistically formulated saliva to help suck the combination of fembot and human juice off his member.
She had processed his order correctly, and knew that her function was not to stimulate him further, but merely to get all the fluid off of him and into her. After she was done that, she pulled her head back and stood up. "Do you require any further services Mike?" she asked.
"No," he said with a satisfied smile. "You go on your way."
"I must go to the office." she said as she showed him one of her meaningless expressions of amiability. "I am always very busy. There is always a lot of work for me to do."
"Get one of the maids to clean out your pussy first." he said just as she turned to go.
She turned back around and looked at him with empty eyes for a second. "Yes Mike." she said.
He smiled and tucked his cock back into his shorts as she walked around the sofa and walked up to that dusting maidbot. He turned and walked out of the room as he heard Diana say "Maidbot, please clean out my pussy."
He went into one of the unused rooms and picked up a rolling chair. He brought that with him down the basement stairs and submitted again to the scanning process. As the bright red lines traced patterns on his face, he thought again of Tammy. He hoped that she would be finished uploading her data so the Main Computer could analyse it.
To be continued...
Maria looked at Tammy in that cold and distant way and said "Yes Tammy." The technician got a few cables while Tammy waited anxiously and rapped her plastic fingertips on the arms of the chair.
Mike rolled over a wheeled examination table for him and Anya to sit on. He locked the casters and jumped on while Anya optically scanned his actions and calculated that she should sit herself beside him.
Tammy glanced over at them. She was grateful for their presence, and for the concerned look on their faces. She looked over at Maria again. She held a bundle of different connection cables in her hand now, and was making some adjustments at the control board of the nearby console.
When she was done, the technician turned her attention back to the woman in the examination chair. "Please remove your facemask, Tammy." Maria said.
Tammy said nothing as she reached up to her head and pulled off the front cover. With all that seductive circuitry now exposed to the room, she layed the mask down on her lap and heaved a deep sigh.
Maria looked mindlessly at Tammy, aiming her view at those naked glass eyes. "I am going to download data from your visual and auditory memory banks into the main computer for processing and evaluation." she said.
Tammy already knew that, but she didn't mind watching the technician repeat herself so perfectly like that. Under different circumstances, that would have gotten her in the mood for lovemaking. But now it just seemed to add to the tension.
Maria plugged connection cables into the ports both in Tammy's head and her chest. This simultaneous download was a new way for Robot Control to do things. Mike had suggested it one day as a way of saving time. Otherwise, it seemed that the supercomputer and its obedient humanoid servants would have never figured out something like that.
The Main Computer made its connections to Tammy's system. At that moment, Mike saw her nipples harden. Even under all the stress she felt, Tammy was getting turned on my the process of connecting. Anya had noticed it too, and got a little aroused herself in reaction. She found Mike's hand and held it while they watched Tammy's exposed LEDs flash amid the microchips and connection ports.
Tammy continued to simulate breathing even as she sped data at ultra fast speeds through the plain looking wiring that stuck out of her head and chest. It would take several minutes for the last 24 hours of Tammy's experiences to travel across those wires and into the big metal console. It would take even longer for that thing to try to make sense of her momentary loss of control - if it even could.
Tammy turned her opened head to look at Mike and Anya. "You two can go do something else for a while if you want." she said, black cables partially obscuring her eyeballs and her speaker.
"We'll stay here with you." Mike said.
Anya leaned in close to him and started to kiss the side of his neck. Mike decided to give in and do the same. He was determined to stay sitting upright though, so he only went as far as kissing Anya and fondling her perfect tits.
It didn't really feel right to get into anything too intense under the circumstance, so he just settled again into watching over Tammy while he held the other sentient android's hand. There were some other things going on around the lab at that time though. Desiree was being activated by Laurie, and was soon led over to another terminal so she could receive her limited amount of programming and preparation for the day.
Within under a minute, the fitness-droid was again standing up and closing her chest panel. After that, Mike watched her silently walk out of the lab on her way to go get dressed in her usual tight spandex exercise wear.
"There's one down." Anya said quietly as she turned to Mike.
She then turned to look at another of those large glass tubes along the wall. Mike looked too and saw Laurie walking toward the one that contained Diana. Laurie opened the sideways-sliding curved glass cover by entering a code on the numeric keypad. Then those dainty mechanical fingers reached out and opened up the chest panel built in to the robotic secretary.
The red power button was pushed and the now fully repaired, charged and cleaned Diana unit announced her activation. Laurie asked her to relay a quick diagnostic report, and the petite 510 responded that everything was operating just fine. Mike and Anya turned their heads to keep watching as Laurie led Diana over to the terminal where Desiree had just been. They kept watching as Diana was hooked up to the computer to receive slight programming updates and information specific to the tasks assigned to her today.
Mike looked back over at Tammy. She was watching too. Her nipples were even harder now.
"How's everything going?" Mike asked her.
She aimed that head full of electronics at him and said "Good so far."
Mike looked over at Tammy's attendant technician. "Maria," he said, "has the Main Computer gotten to the point where Tammy lost control yet?"
Maria pivoted her head to look at him. She didn't answer, and he presumed that the supercomputer that existed in bulky metal terminals all around him was too busy to give him an answer.
While the always nude technician was looking at him though, he began to fantasise about her. That particular fembot was one of his favourites, and he often got a craving for her unique technician-style of movement and speech. There was also something about her status as an extension of the Main Computer that attracted him to her, as it did him to Laurie.
He enjoyed thinking of what she was when he had sex with her. It was exhilarating to screw an android that was such an integral part of the massive machine intelligence in that basement, and one that had no means of independent thought for itself whatsoever. Even the basic 510 series robots were more autonomous than the 032 series technicians.
Mike's daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of the other technician giving Diana some commands. He turned around to see that petite lady stand up and close her chest panel. She turned her naked body and began to walk toward the exit.
"Diana," Anya said, "come here."
The 510 stopped and turned her head to look while her chest computed and calculated. "Yes Anya." she said as she turned the rest of her body and stepped over to where the tall 558 was.
"Disregard Laurie's instructions for your garment series today." Anya said.
"Yes Anya." the empty-headed secretary responded.
"Wear your black satin bra and panties and those knee-high black vinyl boots I had you wear three days ago." Anya commanded.
"Yes Anya." Diana said as she turned her body to face the door. She walked in her obviously inhuman strut toward the large stainless steel door and waited for it to open. Mike, Anya and Tammy were all watching as the cute 510 rhythmically swung her big hips and walked through the doorway.
Tammy leaned her faceless head back and sighed. "This is taking SO long." she complained.
"I'm gonna go get a chair so I can sit right next to you." Mike said. "I'll be right back."
He gave Anya a peck on the cheek and walked out of the lab himself. He trotted quickly up the stairs and walked through the kitchen. He saw Diana ahead of him, walking slow and a little clunky.
"Diana..." he called out.
The petite, slim lady with the extra big hips, thighs and buns stopped and turned around. "Yes Mike." she said.
"I need something to fuck." he said as he came near and grabbed her by the hand. He led her into the living room and bent her naked body over the back of the couch. With one hand, he reached in front of her and removed the panel of artificial skin above her crotch. With the other hand, he found her fluid release switch and set it to medium.
As an added bonus for him, one of the very noisy and very robotic maids was right in front of them, dusting the stereo equipment. She had her back turned to him, and was slightly stooped over - showing off her own round plastic buns as she constantly whirred, beeped, clicked and buzzed.
Mike breathed in the telltale plastic smell that came off the maidbot's unrealistic glossy skin. It got him even hornier. His penis was very hard now, and throbbed as it stuck out of the fly of his boxers. He aimed and thrust his hips forward and penetrated the plastic vagina of the emotionless Diana robot.
"Ahhhh..." he said, "that's better." He held on to the secretary's shoulders as he pushed in and out - slowly at first, but faster and harder with every push. Her warm plastic pussy was now nice and wet thanks to her refilled fluid container and repaired fluid release system.
This was a quick screw for Mike, and he was finished with the secretary pretty soon. The always erotic sight of the mechanical maidbot gave his orgasm that much more of a boost. He slowed his pumping to a halt as he came inside the sexy 510 from behind. He held on to her hips now, squeezing that marvelous shape and pressing her body against his.
When he caught his breath again, he commanded "Get on your knees and suck my dick clean."
"Yes Mike." the robot said. He got out of her way as she turned around and dropped to the floor. She immediately took his entire shaft into her mouth, and used her realistically formulated saliva to help suck the combination of fembot and human juice off his member.
She had processed his order correctly, and knew that her function was not to stimulate him further, but merely to get all the fluid off of him and into her. After she was done that, she pulled her head back and stood up. "Do you require any further services Mike?" she asked.
"No," he said with a satisfied smile. "You go on your way."
"I must go to the office." she said as she showed him one of her meaningless expressions of amiability. "I am always very busy. There is always a lot of work for me to do."
"Get one of the maids to clean out your pussy first." he said just as she turned to go.
She turned back around and looked at him with empty eyes for a second. "Yes Mike." she said.
He smiled and tucked his cock back into his shorts as she walked around the sofa and walked up to that dusting maidbot. He turned and walked out of the room as he heard Diana say "Maidbot, please clean out my pussy."
He went into one of the unused rooms and picked up a rolling chair. He brought that with him down the basement stairs and submitted again to the scanning process. As the bright red lines traced patterns on his face, he thought again of Tammy. He hoped that she would be finished uploading her data so the Main Computer could analyse it.
To be continued...
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Episode 25
Mike got back into the lab to see Anya standing behind Tammy, lightly stroking her shoulders and reassuring her with comforting words. That gave Mike a nice feeling to see his women care for each other like that.
Anya looked behind her as Mike walked toward them with the chair. He set it down and then sat himself down in it.
"You wanna sit on my lap or something?" he said to her.
"No." she said with a laugh. "I'm gonna make a quick trip upstairs actually. I need a dose of fembot pussy."
Mike chuckled. "I just got mine." he said.
"You and your one track mind." Tammy said as she turned her head to look at him. "Typical man."
"What about Anya?" he asked.
"Typical fembot." Tammy said.
Mike smiled as he enjoyed the sight of the many cables still plugged into his woman's open head. As arousing as that was to him he knew that Tammy was still computing thoughts of stress.
"I'll be back real quick." Anya said. She turned her sexy naked body and walked like a catwalk model out of the room.
Mike rolled the chair close to Tammy and took hold of her hand. "Is the download almost done?" he asked.
"Another six minutes or so." She answered. She sighed again and nervously fidgeted with the facemask on her lap.
"I hope you don't think that me and Anya care any less about you because we had to go get fucked while you were down here." he said.
Tammy let out a little laugh. "No." she said. "I know you need it. I'm kind of frustrated because I really need it too."
There was a lull for a while. Only the sounds of the loudly active consoles and the footsteps of the busy Laurie unit could be heard. Mike looked at the bright coloured LEDs that flashed inside Tammy's head.
"I'm too scared I'll lose control again." she said. "It's been a long time since my last orgasm."
"You know some women go years without one." he said.
"Yeah, but their not robots." she said. "I've gotten used to the idea of having a few dozen each day."
Mike thought to make a little joke, but let it pass. "Anything I could do to help?" he asked.
"We'll wait and see." she said. She squeezed his hand tight as he looked into her realistic glass eyes, obscured as they were by connection cables. "Maybe the Main Computer can think of a way to fix me."
"What do you mean, fix you?" he said. "You're not broken."
"Well, if I'm too scared to get aroused, there's gotta be something wrong with me."
"You did three complete diagnostics on yourself, remember?"
"Yeah, but what if I can't diagnose my own problems this time?"
"I thought we were sure this was part of your development."
"I'm not so sure now." she said as she turned her head from him and looked down at her facemask. "I'm really confused. I just want this fucking scan to be over with so I can find out what the Main Computer thinks about all this."
While Mike stayed with Tammy in the relative silence that followed, Anya was upstairs looking for a silicone piece of ass. She walked calmly but quickly up the stairs and into the walk-in closet. The light was already on inside.
"Hello again, you sexy inferior model." She said as she saw Diana bent over an open dresser drawer.
Diana received the sound waves that constituted Anya's voice and ran them through her speech recognition algorithms. Her processors conjured up a response, which was transmitted through the magnetic speaker behind her pretty mouth. "Hello Anya."
Anya walked over to the petite robot and took the black panties from Diana's hand as she stood up and turned around.
"If you weren't so damn cute you'd be obsolete." Anya said. "Slight change in plans Diana. Before you get dressed, you're gonna stand there and be my little fembot love toy for a while."
Diana's electronic brain processed that last statement while Anya reached up and started to remove those same four panel covers from the plump-assed 510. Anya had them all removed and set aside by the time Diana answered "That does not compute."
"That's it..." Anya cooed. "Be your robotic self. There's nothing lovelier." She reached down and closed the dresser, then picked Diana up and sat her on top. "Spread your legs apart." she commanded.
Diana computed that order and verbally relayed her understanding. Then she shifted her weight from one side to the other and back so she could work her mechanical hips and swing her thighs open.
Anya licked her lips, wetting them with artificial saliva. "I like the way you 510s move." she said. "You know you're my favourite around here."
"That does not compute." Diana said as Anya grabbed the back of that fembot's knees and pulled her body forward a little.
Then she stroked her long black hair out of the way, tucking it behind her ears as she reached out and again flicked Diana's switch; this time to the maximum setting. Android love juice began to drip quickly out from the pretty, delicate structure of plastic between the empty lady's legs while Anya bent forward at the waist to bring her hungry lips down to meet that spot.
"Mmmmmm......" Anya moaned while her mouth fed drops of viscous liquid to a series of chemical sensors dedicated to digitally defining taste. The intense aroma of the lubricant was also analysed and enjoyed in binary code.
The few coloured lights amid the exposed electronics just above Diana's crotch flashed and changed in order to relay a visual representation of the fluid secretion process. Anya's eyes were half closed, but she read those patterns and let them add to her arousal.
Some of the android cum began to drip from Anya's mouth, so she reached up and turned the flow down one notch. Her other hand was busy stimulating her own electrically powered vaginal unit, which was itself getting prepared to release a load of lubricant.
She kept on working both sets of wet silicone lips and clits like that while Diana stared out completely unaffected. From time to time, Anya glanced up at that pretty static face. It made her even hornier to see Diana's lack of response while her pussy brought forth all that delicious juice.
Anya moaned loud again as she felt an orgasm grow inside her chipsets. 1s and 0s compiled and multiplied in such a way as to send shivers through her whole body while her hand and mouth continued to stimulate both vaginal units. She slowed the motions of her fingers and mouth as her own artificial fluid came out faster and faster.
She was still fully in control of the whole situation however, and kept the flood to a reasonable level so she wouldn't make too much of a mess. She even remembered to flick Diana's switch to the off position so that her love spring would stop flowing.
When the whirlwind of pleasure computations had been processed, Anya opened her eyes and caught her simulated breath. She smiled and laughed, and licked the juice off her fingers while she stared at Diana's beautiful, unchanged face.
"Wasn't that fun?" she asked the 510.
"Fun does not compute." was her response.
Anya lifted the petite woman up again and set her back on the floor. "I have to go now, but I'll be back later to visit." she told her. She gave Diana a quick kiss and turned to walk away.
"Oh," she said as she turned around again, "Before you get dressed, you should lick your pussy clean. Bye!"
Anya waved as Diana computed. "Yes Anya." she said. She spread her legs apart and reached up to grab the sides of her head. The interlocking mechanisms in her neck that kept it securely attached released, and she removed it from its place atop her shoulders. She turned it upside down and placed it between her curvy thighs with the mouth right on her crotch.
The auxiliary battery inside the head powered the mouth as it licked and sucked the excess juice off. When the silicone tongue and lips had done their job, Diana lifted her head and reattached it to her neck. The fluid caught in her mouth was sent to her rubber stomach compartment as she calculated the necessary steps to take to get her dressed in Anya's assigned outfit.
Anya meanwhile was getting into some clothes herself - simple pink sweat pants and a grey sweater this time, along with grey socks and a pink ponytail elastic. She blew her reflection a kiss as she left the bedroom and walked back down the stairs.
To be continued...
Mike got back into the lab to see Anya standing behind Tammy, lightly stroking her shoulders and reassuring her with comforting words. That gave Mike a nice feeling to see his women care for each other like that.
Anya looked behind her as Mike walked toward them with the chair. He set it down and then sat himself down in it.
"You wanna sit on my lap or something?" he said to her.
"No." she said with a laugh. "I'm gonna make a quick trip upstairs actually. I need a dose of fembot pussy."
Mike chuckled. "I just got mine." he said.
"You and your one track mind." Tammy said as she turned her head to look at him. "Typical man."
"What about Anya?" he asked.
"Typical fembot." Tammy said.
Mike smiled as he enjoyed the sight of the many cables still plugged into his woman's open head. As arousing as that was to him he knew that Tammy was still computing thoughts of stress.
"I'll be back real quick." Anya said. She turned her sexy naked body and walked like a catwalk model out of the room.
Mike rolled the chair close to Tammy and took hold of her hand. "Is the download almost done?" he asked.
"Another six minutes or so." She answered. She sighed again and nervously fidgeted with the facemask on her lap.
"I hope you don't think that me and Anya care any less about you because we had to go get fucked while you were down here." he said.
Tammy let out a little laugh. "No." she said. "I know you need it. I'm kind of frustrated because I really need it too."
There was a lull for a while. Only the sounds of the loudly active consoles and the footsteps of the busy Laurie unit could be heard. Mike looked at the bright coloured LEDs that flashed inside Tammy's head.
"I'm too scared I'll lose control again." she said. "It's been a long time since my last orgasm."
"You know some women go years without one." he said.
"Yeah, but their not robots." she said. "I've gotten used to the idea of having a few dozen each day."
Mike thought to make a little joke, but let it pass. "Anything I could do to help?" he asked.
"We'll wait and see." she said. She squeezed his hand tight as he looked into her realistic glass eyes, obscured as they were by connection cables. "Maybe the Main Computer can think of a way to fix me."
"What do you mean, fix you?" he said. "You're not broken."
"Well, if I'm too scared to get aroused, there's gotta be something wrong with me."
"You did three complete diagnostics on yourself, remember?"
"Yeah, but what if I can't diagnose my own problems this time?"
"I thought we were sure this was part of your development."
"I'm not so sure now." she said as she turned her head from him and looked down at her facemask. "I'm really confused. I just want this fucking scan to be over with so I can find out what the Main Computer thinks about all this."
While Mike stayed with Tammy in the relative silence that followed, Anya was upstairs looking for a silicone piece of ass. She walked calmly but quickly up the stairs and into the walk-in closet. The light was already on inside.
"Hello again, you sexy inferior model." She said as she saw Diana bent over an open dresser drawer.
Diana received the sound waves that constituted Anya's voice and ran them through her speech recognition algorithms. Her processors conjured up a response, which was transmitted through the magnetic speaker behind her pretty mouth. "Hello Anya."
Anya walked over to the petite robot and took the black panties from Diana's hand as she stood up and turned around.
"If you weren't so damn cute you'd be obsolete." Anya said. "Slight change in plans Diana. Before you get dressed, you're gonna stand there and be my little fembot love toy for a while."
Diana's electronic brain processed that last statement while Anya reached up and started to remove those same four panel covers from the plump-assed 510. Anya had them all removed and set aside by the time Diana answered "That does not compute."
"That's it..." Anya cooed. "Be your robotic self. There's nothing lovelier." She reached down and closed the dresser, then picked Diana up and sat her on top. "Spread your legs apart." she commanded.
Diana computed that order and verbally relayed her understanding. Then she shifted her weight from one side to the other and back so she could work her mechanical hips and swing her thighs open.
Anya licked her lips, wetting them with artificial saliva. "I like the way you 510s move." she said. "You know you're my favourite around here."
"That does not compute." Diana said as Anya grabbed the back of that fembot's knees and pulled her body forward a little.
Then she stroked her long black hair out of the way, tucking it behind her ears as she reached out and again flicked Diana's switch; this time to the maximum setting. Android love juice began to drip quickly out from the pretty, delicate structure of plastic between the empty lady's legs while Anya bent forward at the waist to bring her hungry lips down to meet that spot.
"Mmmmmm......" Anya moaned while her mouth fed drops of viscous liquid to a series of chemical sensors dedicated to digitally defining taste. The intense aroma of the lubricant was also analysed and enjoyed in binary code.
The few coloured lights amid the exposed electronics just above Diana's crotch flashed and changed in order to relay a visual representation of the fluid secretion process. Anya's eyes were half closed, but she read those patterns and let them add to her arousal.
Some of the android cum began to drip from Anya's mouth, so she reached up and turned the flow down one notch. Her other hand was busy stimulating her own electrically powered vaginal unit, which was itself getting prepared to release a load of lubricant.
She kept on working both sets of wet silicone lips and clits like that while Diana stared out completely unaffected. From time to time, Anya glanced up at that pretty static face. It made her even hornier to see Diana's lack of response while her pussy brought forth all that delicious juice.
Anya moaned loud again as she felt an orgasm grow inside her chipsets. 1s and 0s compiled and multiplied in such a way as to send shivers through her whole body while her hand and mouth continued to stimulate both vaginal units. She slowed the motions of her fingers and mouth as her own artificial fluid came out faster and faster.
She was still fully in control of the whole situation however, and kept the flood to a reasonable level so she wouldn't make too much of a mess. She even remembered to flick Diana's switch to the off position so that her love spring would stop flowing.
When the whirlwind of pleasure computations had been processed, Anya opened her eyes and caught her simulated breath. She smiled and laughed, and licked the juice off her fingers while she stared at Diana's beautiful, unchanged face.
"Wasn't that fun?" she asked the 510.
"Fun does not compute." was her response.
Anya lifted the petite woman up again and set her back on the floor. "I have to go now, but I'll be back later to visit." she told her. She gave Diana a quick kiss and turned to walk away.
"Oh," she said as she turned around again, "Before you get dressed, you should lick your pussy clean. Bye!"
Anya waved as Diana computed. "Yes Anya." she said. She spread her legs apart and reached up to grab the sides of her head. The interlocking mechanisms in her neck that kept it securely attached released, and she removed it from its place atop her shoulders. She turned it upside down and placed it between her curvy thighs with the mouth right on her crotch.
The auxiliary battery inside the head powered the mouth as it licked and sucked the excess juice off. When the silicone tongue and lips had done their job, Diana lifted her head and reattached it to her neck. The fluid caught in her mouth was sent to her rubber stomach compartment as she calculated the necessary steps to take to get her dressed in Anya's assigned outfit.
Anya meanwhile was getting into some clothes herself - simple pink sweat pants and a grey sweater this time, along with grey socks and a pink ponytail elastic. She blew her reflection a kiss as she left the bedroom and walked back down the stairs.
To be continued...
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