R-Bots 6.0

[Karel]

The two androids stumbled up the stairs, giggling and clumsily grasping at each other's clothes. RaniBot followed behind them, picking up discarded articles of clothing. Raasantira fell on the second step, laughed hysterically, and kicked off its high heels, which the slack jawed maidbot promptly gathered in its arms. Janey quickly unbuttoned her shirt and tore it off while the brown-skinned robot got back to its feet, kissing her belly button, chest, and chin on the way up. Janey planted one back on the bridge of the robot’s nose, and reached behind to goose it.

“Oooh-ooHOO!” shouted Raasantira. “You BITCH!” It laughed and slapped Janey’s own bottom, hard, and leaned against her. They nearly fell down the stairs. Janey caught a hold of the Raasantira’s protruding dorsal control panel and held it, working over the straight lines with her fingers. The stained white dress was completely over top of it now.

They flopped back and RaniBot caught them, propping them back up.

As they reached the bedroom, Raasantira was frantically reaching back to unzip itself. Its joints were overlubricated from all the “food” it had ingested today, and it was moving crazy fast and missing the mark every time, and emitting strange squeaky noises. Janey, sitting on the bed, tugged the robot towards her by the skirt and managed to get a hold of the zipper, and Raasantira peeled off the dress.

How was this going to work? thought Janey.

The R-Bot had no sexual organs. Its chunky legs were connected to its abdomen by that ball of plastic, with the dorsal panel at the rear and a few switches for standard operations where the crotch should have been. It had no nipples: each big breast was capped by a saucer-sized circle of white plastic, the same kind as the torso, with lines and grooves marking tiny hatches that could be opened up for delicate work on certain critical transplanted circuits. Behind them was a back panel, a truncated keyboard for office commands. The work clothes in which the Rasanys had been shipped had patches sewn in the back and the seat of the pants that could be lifted by any employee who wanted to access these panels and reprogram the android, to make it more or less perky, for example, or suppress its personality programs entirely. Master had started working at home, bringing the robots with her. But she hadn’t installed highly sexual personality software suites. Janey had done that.

Raasantira rubbed its hands over its body in front of Janey, oblivious to its defects. “Well, baby?” it asked, a come-hither smile on its face.

Janey sat there in her underwear, excited and worried at the same time. Just then, RaniBot glided into the room, catching her eye.

Raasantira turned to look at the maid, then looked fetchingly back at Janey. “What do you think, huh? Do you want her in here with us?” A giggle. “Want her to watch, babe?”

“I-“

“Yeah, let’s,” said Raasantira, clapping its hands. “That’s kinky, baby!” It walked over to its sister, which was still holding their clothes, and pushed it back against the wall. RaniBot’s expression remained completely blank. It tried to walk away again, headed for the laundry chute in the bathroom, but Raasantira pushed it back, lifted up its skirt, and dialed it off. It stood there frozen. Just then, its blouse, designed for the thinner maidbot in the shower, split at the back. Raasantira suppressed a laugh, then grabbed the maidbot’s head and angled it to point directly at Janey.

Janey stared into the glassy eyes, the same fixed expression, and didn’t feel right.

Raasantira reached down, untangled “her” panties from “her” dorsal panel, and put them on top of the laundry pile, then “thought” better of it and threw them over the deactivated RaniBot’s head, pointed and laughed cruelly.

“OH,” it said, startling Janey, “I know!” It went over to a drawer next to the bed and started rifling through the contents, and pulled out a prosthetic jet-black dildo, really an animatronic penis. It laughed again. “Huh? Huh?” it said, mockingly, while Janey stared in shock. It feigned a coy expression, one finger of its right hand pressing down on its lower lip, while the left hand crudely pressed the vibrating penis against its crotch.

Then it frowned.

“What?” it shouted, looking down at itself.

Janey got up quickly.

“What? What? What’s the matter with me? What is this?” asked Raasantira. “Why am I-“ Janey got down on her knees behind the R-bot, so that the posterior panel was at eye level, and pressed some keys. Raasantira shuddered almost imperceptably and smiled again.

“Oh, baby, come on now. That’s dirty,” said the robot. It turned around and ran its fingers through Janey’s hair, dildo still in hand. “Not back there. Come in the front door,” it said sweetly, and it pressed Janey’s face against its smooth plastic crotch.

Janey, unsure as to what she should do, just nervously rubbed her cheek back and forth against it.

“Oh, come on,” said Raasantira. “What’s the matter baby?”

“Nothing,” said Janey.

“Come on, you can do it.”

“I...I can’t.”

“Just let youself go,” said the robot. “Dig in there.”

“I really can’t Rani...”

Raasantira bent down and kissed the crown of Janey’s head. “Would you like me to show you how?” it asked.

It could do that! That could work! “Yes,” said Janey, with relief, “Yes, oh yes please Rani...”

Raasantira bore its teeth and threw Janey onto the bed, legs spread apart. Janey frantically tried to tear off her panties as the grinning robot android came down on her. But Raasantira undershot the bed, bounced off of it, and struck the night table.

Janey sat up. “Raasantira, are you okay?” she asked.

Raasantira’s head bounced up from the floor. “Hello Janey!” it said in a sunny voice.

“Hel-hello, Rany,” said Janey, and before she could react, the robot had pulled her down onto the floor, and they were rolling around in a passionate embrace. Their lips locked, and Raasantira rolled on top, then onto the bottom again.

As Janey diverted her mouth to kiss the robot’s neck, it spontaneously said: “I’m not a robot.”

“Hmmm,” said Janey, before turning back to her kisses. “No, sweetie, of course you’re not a robot.”

“I’m not a robot,” repeated Raasantiri. “I’m not a robot. I can’t be a robot.”

Janey went to a kneeling position and flipped the R-bot on its back. “I’m not a robot,” it repeated. Janey keyed a command into its back panel. “I’m not...Hey baby.”

“Hey yourself,” said Janey, smiling. She began to message the skin around the R-bot’s back panel when it lunged at her. “RRROWrr,” it said, kneeling on top of the other android, before they both broke into hysterical laughter.

Raasantiri gingerly lifted Janey’s outstretched right hand to its mouth and returned to sucking on the index finger. “Mmmm,” it said, its eyes shut in pleasure.

“Mmmmmm,” agreed Janey. Suddenly, though, she felt a sharp pain, and heard a crunching noise. “AUUUGHH! FUCK!” she screamed.

Raasantiri had bitten off Janey’s finger and was softly chewing it. “Mmmmmm,” it continued. It delicately reached up and pulled the ceramic bone from its mouth. “Absolutely delicious.” It daintily dabbed its mouth with the dildo. “My compliments to the chef.”

Janey was in incredible agony, and trying desperately to convince the master computer to shut off its pain perceptors over the wireless.

Raasantiri discarded the finger and got to its feet, traces of blue circulatory antifreeze still staining its lips. “My compliments to the chef,” it said, and walked towards the wall. “My compliments to the chef. My compliments to the chef. My compliments to the chef.” It struck the wall and continued pumping its legs, trying to continue walking in a straight line. “My compliments to the chef. My compliments to the chef.” One arm knocked against the RaniBot, and the clothes it was holding fell through its arms and onto the floor, while it continued to stand frozen and unresponsive like a statue.

“My compliments to the chef!”

[SeasonalEclipse]

Cant wait to see more. I love this series!

[Lfrmus]

Something tells me it is not going to end well for Janey.