Now that I'm back on the site, I wanted to show you guys what was, legitimately, the first story in the original run of FreakWorld.
I had refrained from showing it originally due to the lack of refinement in my own writing skills at the time, and because the story was NOT entirely written by me. But now looking back at it, I've decided to give it to you all to make up for the lack of updates on the site.
Oh, and for those witnessing a void of sexual-related activities in my own writings at the moment, trust me, there's plenty of that in here.
IMPORTANT NOTE: The story is not written by me entirely, with most of it being done by the writer Zero, who also did the bonus stories on this forum. The first four chapters (+ prologue) are done by me, while everything after that is Zero's fine work. Once again, I thank Zero for what he did for my story, and wish him well in whatever it is he's doing now.
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Freak-World: Original Draft
by Muzzleruffels & Zero
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Freak-World: Prologue
The shallow water was calm, clear, and warm. An abundance of bright and colourful coral was scattered all over the sandy floor. There were no fish, nor krill, or any other form of aquatic life around, just the mermaid.
She was floating just inches above the coral, her graceful, silvery-blue tail slowly moving back and forth. Her long, blue hair flowed through the sea with freedom. She brushed some hair away from one of her pale-blue eyes, moving it behind the left ear-fin on her head. She wore a simple shell-bra over her breasts, and had a small skirt cover around her waist. She looked around the clear sea, looking about her surroundings, seeking someone. Then she saw what she was looking for, a man in a diving-suit entered the water.
Shinzi Mikawa saw the mermaid, and began swimming towards her. She looked at him, and smiled warmly. When Shinzi finally got to her, he stopped for a moment to suck in oxygen from his mouth piece. The mermaid took this opportunity to put her arm around his waist, and squeeze next to him. Shinzi's face grew red as the mermaid's soft breasts pressed against his chest. In response, he gently graced his hand across her smooth hair, and went slowly for behind the right ear-fin. The mermaid's gentle, young face slowly went towards his, when he tapped behind her ear. Immediately, she stopped moving, and her arm slid off from around Shinzi. With the moment gone, Shinzi took his arm around the mermaid's waist, and began swimming towards the surface.
When Shinzi got to the edge of the tank, he took the mermaid and flopped her lifeless body onto the marble floor. When he finally got out of the water, and his scuba gear, Shinzi went to work. He went to the mermaid, her glazed eyes staring at his. He moved her skirt, and tapped under her pussy three times. The mermaid didn't complain, react, or even move. A small, thin line opened up across the front of her tail, and Shinzi moved the scales aside. Revealed inside was a mass of wires, surrounding a servo-muscle tail. Shinzi checked inside, and sure enough, no water had gotten into the system. The Water-Seal Test 37 on Mermaid-C Ver. 4 was finished.
This mermaid is one of the many robots that will be released in the new, upcoming adult theme park, Freak World.
Freak-World: Chapter 1
Shinzi was walking down the long, white hallway that led to the maintenance room. He was carrying with him the mermaid, which was still deactivated. Her face was soft, like a sleeping girl awaiting a kiss. As he looked at her gentle form, Shinzi only had one thought on his mind,
"Why the hell didn't they give me a damn cart to carry this thing?" She was heavy, really heavy, about the weight of an average teen. To be truthful though, it didn't feel bad carrying her, it actually felt like something out of a fairy tale. He was thinking this, when he finally got to the maintenance room. When he opened the door, he knew one thing was for sure, Freak-World was no fairy tale.
Everyone inside the room was working on the girls, and everyone was in a rush. No one could blame them, Freak-World was going to be open in a week. A massive buzz was created about Freak-World when the reporters, clever spies as they were, discovered what Freak-World was going to be like. This media boom and anxiety built so much pressure on the workers that in their perspective, everything had to be perfect. As Shinzi walked to the mermaid's table, he looked about the room, and liked what he saw.
He saw one of the guys working on the Youko, the mythical nine-tailed fox girl from Japanese lore. She was on her side, completely nude, with the man sitting behind her head with a probe tool. The Youko's cranium was open, exposing her mechanical brain. The man poked around in her head, and the girl's fox-ears began to move. He was checking to see if the girl's face would move properly, and give the appropriate expression at the right time.
Shinzi then looked at the Centaur, which was currently being re-assembled. The horse-half stood upright, much like real horses do, despite not being turned on. The human-half, however, was being held in the air by a pulley system. Her limp form was then lowered to the horse-half, and when they got close enough, one of the workers began attaching the two halves with the wires inside. The Centaur at first appeared to be the hardest girl for the Freak-World design team to work on, but the Centaur and every other girl in the park were pieces of cake compared to the Lamia.
The Lamia was, by far, Shinzi's favorite. During the park's earlier years, the designers always had trouble with her concept. Not only was she difficult to create, but she was very expensive. For every type of girl in the park, ten of each were made, but there were only five Lamias that had been built so far, and the other five were still in the making. Shinzi watched as the Lamia was being operated on with a secret delight. She was upright, her human-half being supported by the coiled massive tail. Her stomach was open, being analyzed by a female worker, who was blushing as the still-activated android was looking at her. She then, to Shinzi's surprise, looked directly at him, and gave a small smile. Shinzi, feeling a little embarrassed, looked away, only to be looking at her face again. Actually, Shinzi was staring at an all too familiar face, the face of his friend, Nokia.
Freak-World: Chapter 2
"Hey, Shinzi. Getting a good look at the girls?" Nokia stood right in front of Shinzi's path, teasing him once again about how he stares at the bots. Nokia was a cute, energetic woman, looking a little younger than Shinzi, who was 23. She had long, black-braided hair, a smooth figure, and a double-D bust. What was funny was her skin was exactly the same color as the Lamias', a tanned tone. Everyone that worked in her apartment made fun on how she looked so much like the Lamia, this gag rarely annoyed her. What was odd was that noone knows where she lives, or even if she leaves the building. That, however, did get on her nerves.
She gave a slight giggle as she looked down,
"I see you decided to cup a feel." Shinzi, not knowing what she meant, looked down to find that his hand had accidentally groped one of the mermaid's breasts. He shuttered in embarrassment, and dropped the mermaid to the floor. Noone else bothered to pay attention, but the Lamia, still activated, looked over the scene with some mysterious interest, and looked for quite a while.
"Ah, dammit Nokia."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Shinzi. I didn't mean to..." Both dropped down to the floor to pick the android up, and their faces were really close together. They both blushed and stared a bit, but Nokia quickly recovered. She then, to Shinzi's surprise, picked up the limp mermaid, and carried it over her shoulder. She was alot stronger than Shinzi thought.
"Anyways, I'll take care of this for you. You're on Durability Test for the Yuki-Onna." She then blew Shinzi a small kiss, that was her way of teasing him.
"Bye, Shinzi." She then turned around, and walked away, with the mermaid's head bobbing with each step. Shinzi like her alot, it's just she never seemed to like him that much. All the guys tried to hit on her, but to no avail. Shinzi was the one that got closest, and still remained closest.
"Shi...Shin...zi." The Lamia, to Shinzi's surprise, spoke his name, and was now smiling at him. Shinzi was trying to understand what just happened when, sensing the situation, the lady operating on the Lamia shut her off. The Lamia's head drooped to face the floor, with a smile still on her face and glassy, golden eyes.
"You better not be getting any bright ideas, boy." The woman gave him a hard look as Shinzi walked away, seeing what she meant. One of the first rules on working at Freak-World was that noone could engage in intercourse with the robots without specific permission. What had happened at the fish tank with the mermaid, Shinzi realized, was a really close call. As he walked away, he looked back at the Lamia, and then at Nokia, who had just put the mermaid on a table. He then thought to himself,
"They do look a little alike." Shinzi then turned to walk out of the room, to go get the Yuki-Onna, and begin the Durability Test.
Freak-World: Chapter 3
Shinzi was waiting outside the Psychology Room for the Yuki-Onna, and was thinking about how interesting the aspect of the Psychology Room was.
The idea o the room was thought up during the middle of park construction, and would later prove vital to the realism of the androids. Not only did it test the reactions of the girls and make their responses more realistic, but it also showed any defects and issues their AI would have. This became more important when a psychologist was injured during an exam. The worker had asked one of the Lamia the "lie paradox", and she responded by thrashing her tail around uncontrollably. The blow inflicted on the psychologist was so strong, that it broke three of his ribs, and gave him slight head trauma. The psychological studies not only saved time, but money as well. Not only did the psychologist threaten to sue the park, but the Lamia was scrapped after it took a bullet to the head from a panicked guard. The Psychology Room only showed that the park was not only having the tiniest of details filled, but that it was going to be safe.
He was just done thinking on this when the door opened, and the Yuki-Onna stepped out into the hall.
She was cute, the Yuki-Onna, wearing that elegant kimono and those sandals from feudal Japan. Her skin was a deep blue, her hair was long and white, and her breasts, were really small. She had an innocent face, a face that held big, aqua-blue eyes.
"I'm supposed to take you for a Durability Test." Shinzi waited for a reply, and then she nodded a yes. As they began walking down the hallway, Shinzi looked at her for a moment. When she noticed, she gently took hold of his hand, and gave him a faint smile.
"Geez, her hands are cold." Shinzi shivered for a moment from the hand's touch, but after a while, it warmed up.
Despite her simple form and concept, the Yuki-Onna was very difficult to recreate. Not only did the design team have to find a way to make her skin cool, but it also had to warm up when in contact with a heat source. The solution was found to be very unique, the skin's inner layer had a form of thermal fluid that could change temperature over a period of time. However, this proved to be difficult to repair if the skin was damaged. Sometimes the thermal fluid would leak into the android internally, making damages very hard to fix.
The Durability Room was empty, noone was there but Shinzi and the Onna. Both of them walked to the locker room, which was in conjunction with the Durability Room. When they got inside, Shinzi sat on a bench and waited for the robot to get undressed. She did it, without a drop of surprise to Shinzi, right in front of him. She first slipped off her sandals, and then slid down her kimono, revealing her young, nude figure. She displayed it in front of him, as if she was asking to claim her right then and there. Shinzi, trying to ignore the feeling in his pants, pointed her to a locker. She quickly turned to the locker, opened it, and pulled out a workout uniform. As she got dressed, to Shinzi's embarrassment, bent down and revealed her rear to him.
"Jesus, what's with you machines, today?" This had been a weird day so far, nothing like what happened today had happened so frequently in the past. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Onna was dressed, and ready for the Durability Test.
To be truthful, the Durability Room wasn't anything special or high-tech, it was just a gym. The purpose was to make sure that every movement of the robo-girls was accurate, dynamic, and realistic. Every type of monster-girl had their own gym, including the Lamia. As Shinzi watched the Onna work out, he couldn't help but notice the fact that he liked watching. As she stretched and touched her toes, her tight uniform squeezed against her body, making it seem like she was deliberately posing for Shinzi. As she did her jumping jacks, whatever boobs she had jiggled up and down with her bobbing hair. Shinzi wished she had bigger boobs. As she ran around a small track, Shinzi took note of her small thighs, at how they made great strides. Then, to Shinzi's horror, she tripped, and fell hard against the ground.
Shinzi was shocked for a moment, and then rushed to help her. When Shinzi got close enough, he knew it was bad. Her left leg was twisted from the inside, leaving the skin unbroken. She got up on her right elbow, and looked down at the damage. A real girl would have screamed and cried in panic, but all she did was give Shinzi a small frown of annoyance. Shinzi, fearing for software damage, quickly reached behind her right ear, and flipped the tiny switch. She lost balance on her right elbow and fell over, and never got back up. Shinzi gently picked her up, and dashed for the locker room.
When he got there, he gently laid her out on the floor. As the vacant face of the android gazed back at him, Shinzi realized something, he had to go to the bathroom. It didn't seem urgent, but he might as well go now before he got, tempted. He ran to the locker's only private bathroom, and locked the door. He was running to the toilet when, to his dismay, the floor was slippery. He tried to find some support, but already he lost balance and began to fall. His head hit hard against the floor, and already things seemed to go fuzzy. Before everything went black, Shinzi thought one last thing to himself,
"Today.....has definitely been quite a day."
Freak-World: Chapter 4
When Shinzi woke up, he noticed two things. One, he was in the bathroom, not in the comfort of his home. Two, his head hurt, alot. He must have tripped on the wet floor, which explained why his clothes were wet. He picked himself up, easing the aches that ran across his body, and walked over to the mirror. He had a massive bump on his head, but at least it was a bump.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he noticed something, the Onna was gone.
"How long was I out?" He had no watch, and for all he knew, it could be past closing time. As he began walking out of the locker room and into the Durability Room, he began to worry about what would happen to his job. Everyone at the research department knew he had the Onna, and if they assumed he just broken and abandoned her, he would be an unemployed man again. He walked out of the Durability Room, and went straight for the Maintenance Room.
When he finally go there, the Maintenance Room was quiet and dark, with noone around. He reached for the light-switch in the darkness, and flipped it on when he found it. Indeed, noone was around, with only the androids lying on their operating tables, awaiting more checkups on the next shift. When Shinzi saw the dialog clock above one of the doors, he sighed in disbelief. It was 12:45, at night, meaning everyone had gone home three hours ago, which meant..
tap, tap, tap.
When he heard the noise, he knew he had to hide, or his job would definitely be busted. When he saw nowhere to hide, he decided to cover himself under one of the robots. He chose the Lamia, seeing that she would be a "good" place to hide. She was lying on her stomach, her posture as if she was tanning, which suited well with her skin-tone. He gently moved her, and laid her on top of him. And just in time too, because through the loose strands of the Lamia's hair, he saw the policewoman guard.
The policewoman was an android, one of many of the park's security androids. They appeared completely human in appearence, they even looked cute, too. Even their movements were seductive, all to hide the sophisticated security equipment built into it. They all wore a small, police outfit, complete with a miniskirt. When asked why even the security of the park had to look as such, the executives simply replied,
"Well, this is an adult park. So, they might as well fit in."
The android walked around the room, scanning everywhere. She spoke in a cute, empty voice,
"Room C2, Maintenance Room. Lights activated during closed employee hours. Scanning area." When she passed over where Shinzi was hiding, he was relieved. The Lamia,s body confused the policedroid's scanners, identifying only the Lamia and not Shinzi.
"Scanning complete. No signs of movement. No signs of activity. Returning to Guard Station 2." The machine walked out of the room, still performing her sexy walk.
Shinzi waited a few moments, before breathing a sigh of relief. He then noticed how close the face of the Lamia was to his, how beautiful that face looked. Her eyes were green, and appeared empty and smoky. Her expression was a soft, slightly open smile. Her long, braided hair fell at the sides of her face. Her breasts, which Shinzi suddenly realized, were big and soft, they pressed against his chest. His stomach was against hers, and his pelvis was against.....
Shinzi, who had been working with this company for months, unable to take a bite of the "fruit" they he been growing, finally had a choice. What should that choice be?
Freak-World: Chapter 5
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Shinzi tried not to think about the soft, deliciously feminine body lying atop his. Really, he tried. But with the patrol robot gone, there was nothing else to occupy his mind. The feel of her pillowy mounds pressing into his chest, the silky brush of her hair against his cheeks, the tantalizing mystery pressing against his aching hard-on….
“I’ve got to get out of here,” he murmured aloud, shaking his head as though to knock the bad thoughts out of it. He was still an employee of Freak-World, not a client. If he were caught putting more “miles” on a unit, instead of maintaining it, his job was essentially gone. And no matter how technically skilled he was, if he had to explain to every future employer that he was fired from a bizarre adult theme park, he’d be lucky to get a job cleaning toilets at a gas station.
Now that the policedroid was gone, it was time to get going. Trying hard to think pure thoughts, Shinzi took the Lamia by the shoulders, and tried to roll her over and off of him. Unfortunately, the limp and powerless gynoid didn’t just slide off; her upper half flopped over onto its back, then kept rolling right off the repair table. With horror, Shinzi heard a loud BANG! as her carbon-fiber skull hit the floor.
“Dammit!” muttered the tech, glancing nervously at the door. If the policedroid heard that…!
As if summoned by his thoughts, the repair bay door swung open. The female police android was there, eyes wide and scanning. Immediately, she spotted Shinzi, and her icy blue eyes locked onto him like a pair of laser designators. “Alert: Intruder in Room C2, Maintenance Room,” she announced, her voice an emotionless monotone. “This area is off-limits between the hours of 9 p.m. and 3 a.m. You will be escorted to a holding room at Guard Station 2. This is for your own protection. Please do not resist.” Still swaying her hips seductively, the svelte blonde security bot strode purposefully toward Shinzi, eyes gleaming as though carved from ice.
“W-wait! My name in Shinzi Mikawa! My Employee ID is, uh, 55107! I’m a technician — I’m authorized to be in here!”
The security droid halted briefly. “Error: This area is off-limits between the hours of 9 p.m. and 3 a.m. There are no employees scheduled to be in this area after 9 p.m. There are no valid exceptions to this rule.” So saying, she resumed her stride, swiftly covering the distance between them. “Please do not–”
Without warning, the blonde android jerked to a halt, just barely beyond arm’s reach from Shinzi. It took him a moment to realize why: a long, thick, muscular tail was wrapped around her ankles, and was rapidly coiling up her legs, immobilizing her.
“Error. Error,” announced the security droid. “Second assailant detected. Self-defense protocols triggered. Freak-World Inc. is not responsible for any damage or injury that may result–”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” pouted a soft, sultry feminine voice. Just hearing it made Shinzi’s stomach do a flip-flop: it was as rich and exotic as the security droid’s was stilted and mechanical. “I’m not going to hurt you, dear. I just didn’t want to see poor Shinzi get in trouble. He’s been so good to all of us here….”
As Shinzi watched, spellbound, the Lamia picked her upper half off the floor. Her silky black hair gleamed in the fluorescent light, as did her slit-pupiled golden eyes. Her belly panel was still open, and he could see the cables and servo-muscles contracting inside her, holding the other android still. By now, her tail had coiled completely up the security droid’s legs, past her waist, and now held both her wrists pinned to her sides.
The blonde unit’s head jerked from side to side, as though scanning for some means of freeing itself. “Error. Error. Obstruction detected. Movement limited. Please do not resist. This for you own protection. Protection. Protection.”
The Lamia smiled sadly at the pretty but woefully mindless bot trapped in her coils. Then she turned her golden eyes toward the human. “Shinzi,” she cooed, “I think this poor girl needs a rest. Could you help me calm her down a bit?”
Shinzi snapped back to reality. Of course the Lamia couldn’t shut down another android; all the girls had software blocks preventing them from changing the settings of another unit. A gynoid might accidentally crash another while having sex, or while performing character actions in the park. But directly accessing another android’s controls — even their emergency power switch — was strictly forbidden.
Quickly, Shinzi reached over and tapped the security droid behind her left ear. “Error,” she repeated, her voice quickly dropping in pitch. “Error. Errrorrrr. Errrrrrrrrrr–” Her icy blue eyes still open, the security droid’s head slumped forward, her chin resting on the tightly-stretched fabric of her uniform top.
“There,” said the Lamia, sounding quite pleased with herself. “Perhaps, with a little convincing, we can make her forget this whole thing ever happened.” She swiftly uncoiled from around the other unit, and Shinzi had to catch the powered-down blonde before she slumped face-first to the floor. Gently, he lowered her onto the table where the Lamia had rested only moments earlier. Then, he turned to face his rescuer.
“Um … thanks. I got knocked out running the Yuki-Onna through a durability test this afternoon, and the other techs must have forgotten to look for me. If my boss had found out that I stayed this late after hours….”
The Lamia smiled, and Shinji couldn’t help but marvel at how real her facial expression looked. Raising a finger to her lips, she offered Shinzi a conspiratorial wink. “Don’t worry, Shinzi,” she whispered. “This will be our little secret...."
Freak-World: Chapter 6
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Shinzi’s head was still reeling from the events of the previous five minutes. Addressing the android Lamia, he said, “Wait, how did you even activate … oh! When you fell off the table, your head–”
“Yes,” she replied, rubbing her scalp, “I do feel a little funny. Like something has shifted. It feels … nice, actually.”
Shinzi frowned. “I really ought to take a look at you,” he said. “If you’ll just sit down for a minute…”
The Lamia backed up slightly, waving him off. “I’ll be fine,” she said. “First, though, perhaps we should do something about our friend? It might be a problem if she wakes up with an unpleasant story for your patron.”
Shinzi glanced down at the inert security droid. The Lamia had a point: he needed to do something about her event logs, and fast. By now, it was about one o’clock in the morning. The early-shift technicians would be arriving in two hours or so to prep the girls for the day’s activities. Surely, if he just left her lying on the table, there would be some uncomfortable questions about how she had gotten there….
“All right,” he said, shelving the Lamia’s technical issues for the moment. “I’m going to open her up. Lamia, can you roll that equipment cart over here?”
“Of course, Shinzi,” she replied, and began slithering across the tile floor. As she went, Shinzi found his eyes drawn to the rippling, sinuous movements of her lower body. With her belly panel off, he could hear the soft mechanical whirring of her servos. Yet her movements were so elegant, so natural, she seemed as though she was really some fantastic mythological creature: serpent and woman, fused into a unique, exotic being.
Aside from the excellent pay and benefits — including an all-expenses-paid week as a park guest once every year — Shinzi had come to Freak-World because he wanted to see the “freaks” in action. Unlike the cheap consumer sexbots you could order online, these androids were entirely unique. Each was custom-built to appeal to a particular fetish, with its own unique design, movements and personality. These were one-offs: works of technological art, too complex and delicate for the mass market. As an engineer, Shinzi had been fascinated with the chance to observe and work on such machines, despite the stigma of working at an adult theme park.
As the Lamia went to get the cart, Shinzi placed his hands on either side of the security bot’s face. First, he pulled up and removed the unit’s hair, which came off like a wig, attached to a thin layer of plastic “skin” to simulate a scalp. Then, with a gentle pressure at the bottom of her earlobes, and a firm tug, the front half of the unit’s head detached. The eyes, nose, lips and lower jaw were all part of a mask-like animatronics package, mounted in front of the android’s CPU housing.
Its eyes still wide and its jaw slack, Shinzi set the unit’s facial assembly aside, revealing an array of connector jacks and ports. Compared to most of the girls at Freak-World, the security droid’s “brain” was extremely primitive. She even lacked the connection ports for olfactory or taste sensors; sight, hearing and touch were the only senses she used.
The Lamia returned, slithering gracefully across the maintenance bay. As Shinzi picked up a tablet computer, he glanced again into her exposed midsection, then looked up at her twinkling, playful emerald eyes. Compared to her, the dismantled robot on the table was as primitive as a stone axe.
Once plugged into her CPU, it was an easy matter for Shinzi to access her event logs and do some editing. Really, all he had to do was delete the record of their encounter, then fill those few minutes with events like, “Patrol 10 complete. No activity. Returning to Guard Station 2.” Once he switched her back on, she would ignore him entirely and return to her post for recharging.
As Shinzi tinkered with her software, the Lamia picked up the other android’s facial assembly. Eyes bright with curiosity, she examined it from every angle, noting how the shapes of the servo-muscles and wires determined that of the face itself. She even ran her finger around the connector ports at the back of the animatronics package, as though trying to decipher their function.
Finally, Shinzi unplugged the tablet. “Done!” he announced, plucking the facemask from the Lamia’s hands. “Now all we need to do is put her back together, switch her back on, and let her go back to recharge.” That said, he snapped her face back on, reattached her plastic scalp, snapped the ear-clasps back into place, and hit the power switch again. There was a buzz, then a soft whirr, then an electronic beep from somewhere inside the blonde unit’s head. The security droid’s head snapped straight ahead, and her fingers twitched slightly. Then, with the sudden jerkiness of a windup doll, she sat up on the table. “Automated Security Unit 4 Online. All systems nominal,” she announced. Her head twitched just slightly, assimilating Shinzi’s new programming. “Patrol complete. No activity. Returning to Guard Station 2.” Finally, she swung her long, shapely legs over the side, climbed down, and swayed out the door. She didn’t even spare a glance at Shinzi, nor at the Lamia-bot intently watching her departure.
Once the security droid was gone, Shinzi heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God!” he gasped. Then, feeling a little awkward, he turned to the Lamia. “Ah … thanks for your help back there. If you hadn’t caught her, I’d have been screwed.”
The Lamia smiled warmly. “Oh, it’s no trouble. You’re so sweet and helpful to all of us, it was the least I could do.” She swayed a little on her tail-body, and her exposed abdominal servos whirred softly as she shifted to keep balance. With easy, almost imperceptible grace, she slowly slithered a few inches closer.
Shinzi felt himself blush, partly at the praise, and partly at the sheer closeness of this exotic serpent-girl. “You know,” he began, “I really should take a look at your head. With that fall you took earlier–”
“Later,” the Lamia said, cutting him off. Without warning, her toned, dark-skinned arms wrapped around his waist (how had she gotten so close?), and she slithered right up to him, her ample bosom pressing softly against his chest. “I just caught and subdued an enemy. I’m tense. I need to … ease my tension….”
Shinzi felt his cheeks turn beet red. “Hey, w-wait! I’m not supposed to … I’m not allowed….”
“You didn’t seem to mind when you pulled me atop yourself earlier.” Suddenly, the pressure around his waist increased, from simply embracing to a load-bearing firmness. With a hiss of exposed hydraulics, the Lamia’s thick, muscular lower body reared up, raising her up nearly a foot and lifting Shinzi right off the ground. Before the startled tech could protest, the Lamia leaned forward, and he felt cool metal against his back. Moments later, she had maneuvered him onto the maintenance table, on which both the Lamia and the security bot had been lying just minutes earlier.
“Don’t you like it better this way?” she purred, her emerald eyes now inches above his own. “I know you love fixing us. Really, it’s so sweet. But when I’m lying in pieces on a table, I can’t do this…” Suddenly, her mouth was locked with Shinzi’s, her soft, warm lips pressed against his own. He felt a tiny, tentative pressure, and for a moment, Shinzi hesitated.
Then, he had his last coherent thought for the next hour or so:
Oh, what the hell.
Freak-World: Chapter 7
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At last, Shinzi let his lips part, and the Lamia’s slender, forked tongue darted right in. The feeling was like nothing Shinzi had ever experienced. Oh, sure, he had kissed a girl or two in high school (usually at parties, once they were too drunk to care that they were making out with the nerdy tech guy). But the Lamia’s unique tongue allowed it to slide and rub inside his mouth with serpentine grace, tickling the roof of his mouth with its twin tips, its soft, warm length coiling and massaging as though it were a miniature snake itself. Her saliva, Shinzi noticed, was very mild, almost imperceptible, but tasted faintly of apples.
The Lamia moaned lustily, hugging him tighter, and Shinzi felt a soft but firm pressure around his ankles. While she held and kissed him with her upper body, the Lamia’s lower half was slowly, gently coiling around his legs. Though the rational part of his mind still felt nervous — he was, after all, making love to a partially disassembled android, whose processor had just experienced a nasty three-foot fall and impact with the tile floor. If she constricted too tightly around him, or if she experienced an electrical short, he could wind up crushed or electrocuted.
By this point, though, the rational part of his mind had been rudely shoved into a back corner. Right now, Shinzi was more focused on the hot lips, the pillowy breasts, and yes, even the firm, toned, muscular tail now wrapping itself around him. He was well and truly in thrall to the Lamia, helpless to escape her loving coils.
As their kiss continued, Shinzi reached up to embrace his mythic, mechanical lover, his hands sliding up and around her back. Her wispy garment was open in the rear, letting his palms wander over the firm, muscled, yet soft-skinned expanse of her back. His fingertips explored the outlines of her shoulder blades, the ridges of the carbon-fiber vertebrae lying just beneath her silky synthetic skin. He realized that he knew everything about the Lamia’s design — that he could pull up her blueprints almost from memory, from her electronic brain to the bones, servo-muscles and wires of her tail — yet the feel of her was totally new to him, a mysterious country that he finally had the chance to explore.
The thought of her as both machine and maiden, beast and woman, finally smashed the last bit of Shinzi’s reserve. With a grunt, he pulled the Lamia down harder on top of him, squeezing those heavenly tits against the maddening barrier of his shirt. The serpent-girl squealed in delight as her lover finally responded, her tongue coiling around his and giving him a long, firm squeeze.
Finally, Shinzi drew back, releasing her from his bear-hug. “We need to get out of these clothes,” he gasped, his voice hoarse from arousal.
The Lamia grinned, her emerald eyes flashing mischievously. With a mechanical whirr, her coils unwrapped themselves from his legs, and she sat up, giving him room to unbutton his white shirt. Her own skimpy garment was off and tossed aside in a moment, revealing her delicious breasts in all their glory, chocolate-brown nipples standing firmly at attention. The heavenly spheres seemed to defy gravity, maintaining their firm, round shape even with no clothing to support them.
With such a sight to distract him, Shinzi fumbled with his shirt buttons. Damn it, just come undone already! He thought.
The Lamia watched him with a bemused smirk. Then, with a *psssht of releasing hydraulic pressure, she leaned back down, sliding backward so that her face came down, not in front of his, but just below his belt, where a very noticeable bulge was now tenting his black pants. With movements far more deft and focused than the human’s, she undid Shinzi’s belt buckle, then the button beneath it. Then, her playful green eyes fixed on Shinzi’s, she took hold of his zipper, and slowly pulled it down. The instant she did, Shinzi’s engorged member sprang fully to attention, jutting out through the slit of his boxers.
“Oooh!” cooed the Lamia, eyeing it like a bouquet. “So big!” she giggled happily. Then her eyes met Shinzi’s once again, flashing with a devilish glee. “And tasty,” she added. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself further. As she opened her mouth to take him, Shinzi glimpsed two long, curved fangs unfolding from the roof of her mouth. Then his cockhead was between her lips, and–
Oh, God.
Shinzi had never had a blowjob before. But even if he had managed to make it with that cute girl in his Industrial Robotics class — hell, even if he’d managed to seduce Asuka Nakayama, that bitchy but achingly gorgeous cheerleader he had secretly lusted after in high school — he doubted any human woman could do the things the Lamia was doing to his manhood. Her long, slender tongue literally coiled around his shaft, sliding up and down it in a rippling corkscrew motion. And as that clever organ coiled and slithered around his shaft, the Lamia’s lips and mouth sucked enthusiastically. The raven-haired beauty licked and suckled at his tip, teasing it as the rest of his shaft waited achingly in the cold air of the repair bay. Then, gently, the Lamia began to bob up and down on Shinzi’s length, her soft lips pressed into an O around the circumference of his organ.
Shinzi gasped aloud, his hands reaching down to grasp the sides of her head. “F-fuck!” he managed to exclaim, as his hips bucked instinctively, hilting her in her fantastic mouth. Her slick artificial saliva lubed him better than a tube of Astroglide. The forked tips tickled the base of his shaft. And as she bobbed up and down on him, matching the thrusts of his lower body, he could feel those wicked-looking fangs on either side of his cock — not cutting or biting, but their solid presence added a kind of forbidden thrill. He was fucking a creature entirely capable of killing him, yet here she was, cooing and sighing around his manhood, worshipping his cock with eager devotion.
It wasn’t long before Shinzi lost control. “Gnnyahhhh!!” he cried out, holding the Lamia’s head tightly down, forcing her to swallow his seed. He felt her twitch sharply — a simulated gag reflex — before she shifted the position of her head and neck, letting his cum spill down her throat, into the removable plastic catch-bag he knew was hidden in her upper chest cavity. Shinzi’s hips thrust twice, three times more. Then he released the Lamia’s head, his arms flopping down on the table, sated and basking in the afterglow.
The Lamia sighed with satisfaction. Using her long, serpentine body, she slithered up from Shinzi’s crotch, lying down beside him, her beautifully sculpted face just an inch from his. A single drop of his cum glistened at the corner of hr mouth, and she had the look of a cat who has just lapped up a full gallon of cream. “Mmm, delicious,” she purred, giving him a kiss with those soft, pouting lips. “You taste wonderful, Master.”
Something about that last word — Master — made Shinzi’s cock bob just a bit. Yes, he was her Master — he knew every inch of her, inside and out. He was responsible for her welfare, and had the power to shut her down if he wished. More so than any guest, or even the company that had commissioned her manufacture, he, Shinzi Mikawa, was truly the Lamia’s Master. With a quiet grunt, he rolled over to face his exotic maiden-pet, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a long, deep kiss.
The Lamia responded by locking her lips with his, moaning softly as they embraced. All the while, her coils pulled tighter around Shinzi’s legs. Then, suddenly, she pulled up and back, smiling down at him. “Well,” she said, “it seems that your new title agrees with you!” Sure enough, Shinzi’s cock was bobbing at attention again, still feeling the effects of his power trip.
Slowly, the lamia raised more of her body up and off of his. As she rose into a kind of sitting position, her wide, feminine hips, briefly lifting away from Shinzi’s form, he caught sight of her slit. The Lamia’s hips were a kind of transition area, pink humanlike “skin” gradually shifting toward cool, reptilian scales. Her sex, however, was decidedly human, the artificial pussy lips already open and self-lubricated. High-resistance coils hidden beneath the skin made her pubic region warmer than the surrounding scaled flesh. As she positioned herself over Shinzi’s erect rod, she offered her Master a brilliant predatory smile.
“And now, for the main course…!”
Chapter 8
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Despite the Lamia’s earlier oral attentions, Shinzi discovered that his cock was once again rock-hard, sticking up and ready to impale her. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, the lovely freak-droid girl lowered herself onto him. Her puffy red pussy lips glistened at the junction between her human half and her long, muscular tail. For just a moment, those shining wet lips kissed the tip of Shinzi’s engorged manhood. Then the Lamia let herself gently down, and the human’s shaft sank easily into her.
“Nyaaahh!” gasped the Lamia, closing her eyes in rapture. Her serpentine pussy was already well-lubricated — as was Shinzi’s spit-slicked cock — so the human hilted himself in her almost immediately. Her entire body shuddered, her coils contracting around her lover/Master’s legs, and for a moment Shinzi worried that she might accidentally damage him with the sheer strength of her long tail. Then her grip relaxed, and she cried out, a high, musical “Naaiiiee!” escaping her lovely pink lips.
As the Lamia clenched and writhed around his throbbing rod, Shinzi discovered a new definition of Heaven. Heaven was a hot, wet, sticky place, whose muscular contractions milked his dick hungrily. Instinctively, he began thrusting his hips upward, driving himself deeper into the Lamia’s beautifully crafted body.
Each thrust produced a gasp of pleasure from the serpent-girl. Whether androids really experience “pleasure” or “pain” the way humans do, the Lamia was certainly acting as though she were in the throes of the former. She was obviously set to be a very responsive lover, and Shinzi felt his pulse race faster with every gasp, every cry, every moan of pleasure that issued from her.
Man and machine-girl swiftly found a rhythm together. The Lamia used her tail and arms to lower herself, then rose up slightly after Shinzi met her hips with a hard, swift thrust. As their speed increased, Shinzi felt sweat on his forehead, and the Lamia’s cries became higher in pitch, more needy and desperate. No doubt the dozens of thermal and tactile sensors embedded in her pussy could sense that Shinzi was nearing his peak, and were prompting her to match her own climax to that of her lover.
“Oh … Master!” she gasped breathlessly between thrusts, “My blood … isn’t cold anymore! It’s … so hot! So … hot! So–”
Without warning, a burst of sparks issued from her open belly-panel. The mechanical beast-girl spasmed, and her eyes went wide. “Hot! H-h-hot!” she stuttered, the words taking on a clipped, staccato quality. “I feel so-so-so-so–”
Another angry popping sound came from inside her, and Shinzi felt her coils go limp — just in time, as he tried to pull himself from the embrace of the malfunctioning doll. *Well, now I know why she was here in the repair bay to begin with!* He thought to himself. As he kicked free of the Lamia’s coils, the broken machine-girl’s body gave a series of sharp jerks, and her head cocked to one side. “I feel so-so-so hot! Oh, Master, you make me sooooo–!” With a final spasm, the Lamia-droid rolled off the table, landing on her back as her emergency failsafes finally kicked in, shutting her down before she could do any damage.
Shinzi looked down at the broken girl-droid, eyes still wide, limp as a rag doll, lying on the floor like a discarded toy.
“Shit!”
Once again, panic seized him. The morning-shift technicians would be arriving in an hour! Aside from the obvious fact that he was here much earlier than he should be, any idiot with a functioning set of eyeballs would notice the smoke rising from the Lamia-bot’s belly. And of course, her mouth and pussy were now coated with his seed. Not only had he been tampering with a park attraction, but he might very well have damaged the already-faulty droid beyond repair.
Still naked from the waist down, Shinzi ran toward the tool cart, grabbing a pair of needle-nosed pliers, then ran back to kneel beside the Lamia. Sure enough, his worst fears were realized: the motor subprocessor for her lower body was completely burned out, as were several ancillary circuit boards responsible for regulating sexual response. Frankly, it was a miracle Shinzi hadn’t been electrocuted through his dick.
With speed born of panic, Shinzi disconnected the burned-out components, then rushed back to the parts bins at the rear of the repair bay. Freak-World boasted more than a dozen Lamia-type units, so hopefully replacement parts should be kept in stock.
Twenty bins later, Shinzi wasn’t so sure. There were replacement shoulder actuators for the Angel and Succubus units, replacement logic boards, and even a replacement leg for an Arachne, but nothing that looked like the subprocessor Shinzi had pulled out of the Lamia. *Dammit! Don’t tell me it’s a special-order part!*
As he pondered what to do, Shinzi noticed a door marked “RESTRICTED ACCESS — Authorized Technicians Only” *Maybe all the expensive spare parts are in there?* he thought. Come to think of it, he thought he might have seen Nokia go in there a few times….
Since he doubted he had any kind of special access, Shinzi simply took a screwdriver and removed the lock. When no alarms went off, he gently pushed the door open.
Instead of spare parts, however, he discovered nearly two dozen spare *women*. At least, that was Shinzi’s initial impression. All wore the standard Freak-World technician’s uniform, with a company ID tag on a lanyard just like anyone else. Then Shinzi noticed that the front of each woman’s uniform jacket was open, as was the blouse beneath it … and that each woman had a power cable plugged into her open belly panel.
*Android technicians?* Shinzi thought. Come to think of it, he recognized some of these women. There was Kaylee, the cute blonde girl who had just been hired (built?) a few weeks ago. There was Anna, the redheaded tech who snapped at anyone who interrupted her. And there….
Shinzi felt his eyes widen in shock. Standing in place, head down, eyes closed, her familiar black black hanging straight down behind her….
“Nokia?!?”
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