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 {ASS} Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: Fleshbot
Summary: A man is introduced to a very realistic fembot, with unusual
qualities and unorthodox programming.  While he is having this experience
he is plied with drugs and alcohol.
Keywords: caution,stroke,MMMM~fembot,anal,bi,nc.oral,creampie,piv,rape,

   sad,tort,viol,g1st,MM,electro,drug,snuff



   I must appoligize for this story.  I hope to put the finishing touches
on it someday.  Currently, I am working on another project which I feel is
significantly better.

   Mostly, I believe this story is not my finest work.  At least, I'm not
happy with the results as they stand, and feel that I can do better. 
Please accept this story as it is and do not think ill of me for what I
haven't done with it.

   If you like this story, please let me know, it would really boost my
moral to know that I'm wrong about it.

   Thank you,

   NDP



   Fleshbot

   By Norm DaPlume



   It had been a really lousy day; possibly the worst day of my life not
counting the day I was born, don't ask.  I'd been laid off, my car got
repossessed, I'd had a fight with my best friend, my bank was overdrawn,
and my girlfriend had thrown my stuff out onto the street and changed the
locks.

   After leaving work (escorted by security) I walked into the first bar I
came to and began knocking off drinks.  I'd never been to that bar before
and I didn't know anybody.  Somewhere around my sixth drink, the bartender
asked me if, perhaps, I had some problem.  I told him everything.

   The bartender tried to look sympathetic, but seemed somewhat intimidated
by me.  I guessed that he wasn't used to handling people with as many
problems as I had, at least not all happening at once.  He offered me a
free drink, then left and started tending another customer.

   By the end of the seventh drink, I was pretty well hammered.  No, the
problems didn't go away, drinking just makes me more moody.  I tend to cry
a lot.  I began crying.

   After a while, three guys walked in to the bar laughing and carrying on.
All three had long hair, scraggly beards, and strange, bloodshot eyes. 
They were all wearing faded blue jeans and t-shirts and one had a sport
coat on, over his t-shirt.  He saw me crying and asked "What the fuck's
with you."

   Being drunk, I told him.

   "Girl problems, huh?" He said sympathetically.

   I told him we'd been dating for about four years and all this month
she'd been suggesting that we should get married.  Actually what she kept
saying was "So, you gonna' shit, or get off the pot?"

   I told her not to rush things but yesterday, when I got home from work,
she'd thrown all of my stuff out the door and changed the locks.  I guess
that was some kind of a hint.

   The guy told me his name was Jeff, and he introduced me to his friends,
Rod and Tom.  I told him that people called me Parker.

   The three of them were warm and encouraging.  Soon, I was feeling
better. (Well it might have also have had something to do with smoking that
large joint, and taking those pills, don't ask me what was in them.)

   Jeff told me that he was an inventor and that he, Rod and Tom were
scientists.  He said that they've been working on a project that might be
'just what the doctor ordered' to cure my blues.

   Dressed as they were, the three of them didn't seem to be 'serious'
inventor types to me and I was suspicious at first.  But after we'd all had
a few more rounds of drinks, snorted a few lines of 'I don't know what,'
then shared another large joint, I began to relax or as Tom put it 'pulled
the stick out of my ass.' I asked them more about 'what the doctor ordered'
and Rod told me he was an expert in robotics, Jeff was an expert in the
synthesis of organic materials and Tom was a 'software programming' genius.
"But what about the doctor?" I asked.

   "We can't tell you about our secret research, but we'll show you if you
swear an oath of secrecy." Said Tom.

   "Oath?" I asked.  "You kidding?"

   "Swear you'll never reveal anything about this research to anybody ever.
Swear you'll keep this research a secret and that you understand that there
will be legal ramifications, it may even be dangerous, if you ever talk
about this to anybody." Rod said.

   "I guess," I said.

   "Swear." Said Rod.  He looked pretty serious, his face was the epitome
of stoic sobriety.  (Kind of a cool trick for someone as juiced as he was.)


   It seemed kind of hokey to me, but I figured it was important to them
and I said.  "I swear."

   Rod spat on his hand and gestured for me to do the same.  I did.  Rod
grabbed my hand with his and shook it firmly (Yeccch.)

   "In that case," said Rod, "Come with us to the laboratory.  Rod didn't
just say that, he did an imitation of Boris Karloff as he said
"La-bore-a-tor-y."

   I wasn't so sure I could trust my new friends, but being as I was pretty
buzzed and didn't have much sense left, I went with them.

   They led me out to a rusty, light blue, late nineteen sixty's,
Volkswagen Bus, and ushered me into the back seat.  Tom drove.  I probably
shouldn't have gone with them, knowing how stoned Tom was.  Once again, I
can only chalk the cause up to being in a state of drug-induced stupidity.
Tom drove erratically and haphazardly.  I think we were lucky not to have
crashed several times during the trip.  Thank God, other drivers drove
defensively during the trip.

   To complicate matters, the speedometer on the bus was broken so we had
no idea how fast we were going as we went weaving down the interstate.

   I tried to get an inkling of where we were going, but the windows in the
back were 'blacked' out.  As I sat in the back seat, I remembered that
there were no atheists in foxholes and I silently prayed that I would
survive this trip.

   After about half an hour, the bus stopped.  We were at a broken-down
house on a lonely street, in 'God knows where.' All the windows had bars
across them.  Jeff took his keys and opened about a million locks on the
front door.  "Security, you know." He said.

   Jeff and Tom went in first.  Bob beckoned me to enter.  "Welcome to my
humble home." He said.  Bob waited until I had walked in the door before
coming inside himself.  Then, he locked the million or so locks behind me.
I was beginning to freak out.  Several of the locks were 'double cylinder'
locks.  (The kind which could only be opened with a key on both sides.)
"Security, you know." He said.

   Though the house was pretty rough looking on the outside, inside it was
well furnished and plush.  The three went into the living room and sat down
on some chairs and a sofa.  They motioned to me to do the same.  I sat down
on a large easy chair.  Rod rolled and then passed around several large
joints of exceptional weed.

   "So what did the doctor order?." I asked.

   "Have you ever heard of a fembot?" Asked Rod.

   "A fembot?" I asked.

   "You've heard of life sized rubber dolls, artificial vaginas, and the
like, haven't you?" Asked Rod.

   "So thats what a fembot is?" I asked, trying to sound intelligent about
it.

   "Yes, It's a robot, designed like a rubber doll with an artificial
vagina, rectum and mouth.  Only, using computer processors, programming,
and synthetic materials, combined with robotics, the entity is very
lifelike.  In fact, it's more than lifelike, it appears real." Said Rod,
smiling.

   I looked around.  Jeff and Tom were smiling too.  "So, this fembot is
like "C-3PO?" I asked.

   "No, it's much more than C-3PO, we've designed this fembot to act and
feel like a real person.  She has real skin, a voice, she secretes mucus
and fluids from her vagina, she pees and shits, farts, bleeds; everything a
real person does.  We thought of everything." Said Rod.

   "Gnarly." I said.  "Wait a minute, you said she?"

   "Yes," said Rod, "We've designed her to act exactly like a young female
person.  The only difference, of course, is she isn't real.  She's just a
bunch of synthetic skin, circuits and microchips.  But you won't be able to
distinguish her from a real person."

   "That's fantastic." I said.  "Where is she?"

   "She's right downstairs, in the la-bore-a-tor-y." Said Rod.

   "When can I see her?" I asked.

   "After a few more joints." Said Rod.  "You should know that we've
constructed the fembot physically to be a virgin and we've programmed her
respond emotionally as if she was a virgin.  You're going to have to train
her to do everything.  Also, she is programmed to be totally na<ve.  She
doesn't even know she's a robot.  Just to make the experience a little more
interesting, her programming has been written so that she will respond as
if she's been abducted."

   "That is so hot." I said, taking a drag from one of the joints.

   Eventually, we finished the joints.  "Well, you ready?" Asked Jeff.

   "You bet.  But why can't you do that?" I asked, suspiciously.

   "We needed somebody to test her out.  Somebody who isn't familiar with
her programming.  We've been testing her for months now, and her
programming will handle every curve we could think of, to throw at her. 
But we need somebody new, to do what's called a 'beta test.' Someone who
will try things we didn't think of.  That's where you come in."

   "Well," I responded, "I've always said I'll try anything once.  Guess
I'll add it to my list.

   Tom grabbed a notebook that was on the table in the room.  Then he led
me through a door, to a stairway that led downstairs.  To my surprise as I
made my descent, I began to hear the sound of someone screaming.  "Don't
worry, that's just her programming." Said Tom.  "Pretty realistic, right?"

   "Incredible." I said, as Rod began to unlock the locks on the cellar
door.

   Rod opened the final lock.  As he swung the door open it made ominous
creaking sound, like the entrance to a dungeon in a horror movie.  I looked
inside.  I expected to see some kind of automaton, but to my surprise,
hanging from the ceiling, in the center of the room, was a two by four
about five feet long.  Suspended from that two by four, tied with ropes,
was what looked like a young girl, maybe eleven years old.  Her arms had
been tied with several lengths of rope to the two by four by her wrists,
her elbows and her shoulders.

   She had long, straight, beautiful blonde hair, arranged in a pony tail.
She was wearing tight, faded, blue jeans, a loose fitting blouse, red
sneakers and pink socks.  I think the best description I can give you is,
the girl was absolutely beautiful.  When she saw me, she cried.  "Oh God,
help me please.  These men are crazy."

   Tom ignored her.  "Pretty realistic, right?" He said, smiling.

   "This is a robot?" I asked, stunned.

   "We told you it was realistic." Said Rod.

   "Why is she screaming?" I asked in disbelief.

   "We programmed her to do that." Said Tom.  "I told you, we programmed
her to respond as if she has been abducted.  What did you expect her to
do?"

   "But, she looks so distressed, so....  so real." I said.

   The fembot was still screaming.  Rod asked "Do you want to shut her up?
Just tell her to shut up and smack her a few times.  Eventually the
programming will accept the command.  Keep trying, we've programmed her to
be pretty feisty, but she'll obey you eventually."

   "You do it." I said, incredulity in my voice.

   Tom said "Shut up," and held up his hand.  The fembot continued to
scream.  Tom then smacked the fembot across the face.  The fembot didn't
stop screaming.  "I said, shut up." Said Tom, holding up his hand again,
then he smacked her in the face again.  This went on about three more
times. Finally, the fembot stopped screaming.  There was a look of terror
in her eyes.  "See." He said.

   The fembot said something quietly.  I couldn't make out what she said. I
drew closer.  She spoke quietly again.  "What?" I asked her.

   She spoke a little louder saying, "Please, I am not a robot.  These guys
are crazy.  They kidnapped me and are holding me prisoner down here."

   Tom heard her and said, "Bad fembot.  I thought we reprogrammed you, and
now you pull this." Tom slammed his hand into the fembot's face.  The
fembot screamed loudly.

   "Like I said, we programmed her to think she's a real person who's been
abducted.  She doesn't understand that she's a robot yet.  She's as more
ornery than a wild wolf." Said Tom.

   "Why don't you touch her?" Said Rod.  "Touch her anywhere, try her
artificial vagina.  Go ahead, it feels good."

   I checked Rod out.  He looked serious.  I wanted to try it out.  I
reached out towards her cunt.  The fembot started screaming again and began
squirming.  Tom held up his hand again and the fembot stopped screaming,
but she continued moving away from me until she'd reached the limit of the
ropes, which bound the two by four to the ceiling, when that happened, she
couldn't go back any farther.  I looked at Rod and Jeff.  They were smiling
warmly.  Tom still had his hand up.  He was looking the fembot directly in
her eyes.

   "Go ahead." Said Rod.  "Touch her." I placed my hand on top of her pubic
mound.  Water began dripping out of the fembot's eyes.  Tom grabbed the
notebook and entered something into it.

   "What's going on here?" I said, suspiciously.

   "I told you, we thought of everything.  She's been programmed to respond
just like a real person.  Like a young virgin.  Her programming is telling
her to run through the humiliation subroutines.  The artificial tears are
simply part of that routine.  Go ahead, feel her up."

   I looked into the eyes of the fembot.  The fembot seemed as if she was
genuinely ashamed.  I wasn't sure that I should, but at Tom's urging, I
brought my hand down between the fembot's legs and began rubbing the
entrance to her sacred chamber.  The fembot tried to move away from me, but
she had gone as far as the ropes would allow and she couldn't get any
further away from me.

   "Pretty good, right?" Said Jeff.  "I designed the body, you know.  Why
don't you go feel inside her jeans."

   This time, the fembot began twisting and squirming trying to evade my
grasp.  Tom entered something in the notebook.  "Want me to hold her for
you?" Asked Jeff.

   Jeff didn't wait for an answer; he just grabbed the fembot by her hips
and held her fast.  The fembot began screaming again and Rod held up his
hand.  When the fembot didn't stop screaming, he cut loose and smacked her
in the face again.  Blood began to appear on her lip.  "What's going on
here?" I said after seeing the blood.

   "I told you we thought of everything.  Her body is made with a synthetic
organic shell, which closely resembles skin.  It can ooze synthesized
blood, has muscle, fingernails, everything.  Don't worry, she won't get
hurt, she can't feel pain.  Her programming simply responds to the stimulus
of the impact of your hand.  It's just part of her coding.  Now go and feel
inside her jeans." Said Jeff.

   The fembot squirmed frantically as I attempted to reach inside her
jeans. Finally, I was able to get inside.  I was expecting to find
synthetic hair surrounding her pussy.  Instead there was no hair, her pussy
was bald, soft and smooth.  "There's no hair." I said.

   "She's designed to resemble a prepubescent girl.  Most guys don't like
hair anyway, so we designed her without any, it also simplified the
designing."

   I reached deeper inside and placed my hand where I expected her pussy to
be.  And there it was.  Small, dry, but definitely present.  The fembot
began trembling.  I slowly began to rub what I expected would be her pussy
lips.  Slowly at first, then more and more, they began to get moist, then
wet, then drippy.  After about a minute, I was able to get my finger
inside.

   It felt great inside there.  I pulled my hand out and smelled my finger.
It smelled just like a woman.  I was impressed.  I tasted it.  It was a
mixture of sweet and salty, just the flavor I had come to expect from a
woman.  I reached down and grabbed another finger full of the gravy.  It
was delicious.  Suddenly, I looked back at Jeff, "This won't poison me,
will it?" I asked.

   "Absolutely not, actually, it's not only edible and delicious but it's
nutritious too." Said Jeff.

   Tom began writing into the notebook again.

   I stuck my hand downstairs again and helped myself to another finger
full of the delicious liquor.  "Can I see it?" I asked.

   "Of course, just pull down her jeans." Said Rod.

   "Of course." I repeated.  This time, the fembot began shaking like a
paint mixer and waving her waist and hips like a belly dancer.  I watched
the exhibition for a few moments.  It really turned me on.  Jeff grabbed
her and steadied her again.  I looked around me.  The guys were smiling and
nodding their heads in approval again, Tom was writing in the book again.

   Not that I cared, but I noticed that all of the guys had hard-ons,
enveloped within their pants.  If I'd been a little less stoned, it might
have occurred to me that their getting erections, was a little unusual. 
After all, having spent all those months, maybe years, working so
intimately with their project, they should have been pretty familiar with
the apparatus that I was about to uncover.  I would have thought that the
fembot would be about as exciting to them as one's own daughter might be.
(Maybe daughter is an overstatement, I should have said as exciting as a
Petri-dish of slime, er....  mold would have been.)

   But, I was really stoned, I simply assumed that it was okay.  After all,
I too, was wearing a substantial hard-on by then.  I'm sure you would have
had one too.  I can see yours tenting in your pants right now, don't try to
deny it.

   I grabbed the belt, which held up her jeans.  It was a simple task to
open it, but in my nervousness, I fumbled with the buckle for a while,
before finally getting it open.  All the while, the fembot attempted to
evade my grasp and foil my attempts.

   After opening the belt, as I was about to remove her pants, The fembot
said "Oh God.  Please don't believe them.  I'm not a robot.  I'm a real
person.  They've kidnapped me...." Tom raised his hand and showed it to the
fembot.  "....  And they are keeping me prisoner in this basement."

   Tom drew his hand across the fembot's cheek several times.  "Stop saying
that, fembot." He said, threateningly.  Then to me, he said, "Told you she
was feisty."

   I was a little upset by that, but when I looked around Rod and Jeff were
both smiling, and nodding their heads in agreement, and the fembot had shut
up.

   So, I began the exciting task of removing her jeans.  I did it slowly,
inching them down, bit by bit, watching the opalescent flesh underneath,
reveal itself, until I had finally brought them down below her golden
triangle (her bald little mons veneris.) I was a little surprised to see
that she had been wearing bloomers.  "This fembot is very realistic." I
thought to myself.

   Lowering her pants was followed by another round of squirming, twisting,
screaming and crying.

   Tom wrote in his notebook again, "Smack her." Said Tom, "We have to get
beyond the preliminary mortification, subroutines, or she's never going to
give us a moments peace."

   I held up my hand, the way Tom had done earlier.  The fembot appeared to
be biting her tongue (literally.) She quieted down.  Her body began
quivering now, silent tears were rolling down her cheeks.  "Please stop."
She said, "My mother told me never to let anybody see me down there, and
never to let anybody, you know....  play, down there." She lowered her
voice to a whisper when she said the words "Play down there." I looked up
inquiringly at Tom, who was taking notes again.

   "Come on, don't you get it yet?  She's a robot!  Trust me.  She's just a
metal alloy skeleton covered with organic, synthetic flesh like material.
Inside she's wires and microchips and really advanced computer programming
and stuff.  She's been programmed to act demure like that, for your
enjoyment."

   "Tomorrow, after you've finished playing with her, I'll just reprogram
her, Jeff will apply synthesized organic material and repair all the torn
flesh, Rod will repair any broken or bent structural deficits and she'll be
as good as new.  In fact, she will be just like new." Said Tom.

   "Don't let what she says bother you.  She's just a really advanced
rubber doll.  I promise." Said Tom.  "When she says stuff like that, just
answer her, play along.  Pretend she's really a kidnapped little girl, and
tell her you'll be gentle, or something.  The more you play along, the
better your experience will be."

   I told her not to worry, I said "I'm just going to give you a check-up,
like the doctor does, except downstairs."

   This seemed to calm her down a little, but her eyes still had that wild
terrified look to them.  "Oh," she said, "You mean like Mister Rutherford,
at my daycare....  Oops, I'm not supposed to tell." She said.  Her face
turned red.

   I had not as yet fully removed her pants.  So far they were just hanging
on, around her thighs.  They were right at the point where her legs met her
waist, and her ass was sticking out in back.  I looked back at her face. 
She had this look of resignation and surrender.  Her eyes were still
shedding liquid.  They had the same terrified look in them.  I began moving
her pants the rest of the way off of her.

   The fembot tried to keep me from removing her pants by holding her legs
together, but I was much stronger than she was, and I won the feat of
strength.  I stepped back to admire her and to savor the view before me. 
There she was , nude from the waist down, a small valley running from
between her legs to about one quarter of the way up her mons.  I longed to
spread her legs apart and see what was hidden inside, but first I turned
the two by four to which she was tied, around and looked at her ass.

   She had an absolutely incredible ass.  "Jeff must be an extraordinary
sculptor to have designed this ass." I said to myself.  It was a perfectly
formed, milky white, butt, with oval globed derriere with two dimples, an
inviting crack and with a birthmark the shape of a small heart.  I gently
ran my fingers down the crack and the fembot contracted her muscles
squeezing her butt cheeks together, just like a real woman.

   "Unbelievable." I thought to myself.  I gave one of the cheeks a sharp
smack and her entire ass constricted.  "Oww," the fembot said.

   I turned the frame back around so that she was facing me again and
authoritatively demanded, "Spread your legs apart."

   "Please don't make me do this." Said the fembot.  I held up my hand.

   "At a boy," said Tom to me, "Demand that she obey you.  Smack her if she
doesn't obey." Tom entered some notes.

   I shook my hand threateningly.  The fembot looked at me, with moist,
pleading eyes.  I remained adamant.  I shook my hand again.  The fembot
slowly spread her legs apart about an inch.  "More." I demanded.  The
fembot spread another inch.  "More." I said.  The fembot spread another
inch.  At the rate she was going, it was going to take all day.  "Spread
them all the way." I demanded, somewhat loudly.  The fembot looked at me
with her sad, pleading, tearing eyes.  I stared back at her coldly and
impassively.  The fembot tried again to appeal to me with her eyes. 
Receiving no acknowledgement except my threatening hand, she slowly spread
her legs apart.

   I looked down at the point where her legs met.  It was a work of art.  I
used to look at real women and believe that there must be a God, to have
created something so beautiful, so sensual, so wonderful and so satisfying.
Now, when I looked upon this wondrous sight, I realized that what I had
held in awe all these years, could just as easily have been created in a
test tube.  I was a little discouraged at the thought.

   "What's her name?" I asked Tom.

   "She doesn't have a name." Said Tom.  "You can call her whatever you
want to."

   "My name is Sally." Said the fembot, sadly.

   "That's her programming, I programmed her to call herself that.  You
should call her whatever you would like to call her.  What would you like
to call her?" Tom asked.

   "I guess I'll name her after my ex-girlfriend Nicole.  I'll call her
Nikki."

   "That's a good Idea, name her after you ex." Said Tom, smiling.

   "But my name is Sally." Said the fembot.

   "Now it's Nikki." I said sternly.

   "But I like Sally." Said the fembot.

   I held my hand up.  "What's your name?" I asked loudly.

   "I'm Sally, Sally, Sally." She said loudly and stubbornly.

   I struck her on the cheek with my hand, making a fairly loud smack. 
"Your name is Nikki, Nikki, Nikki.  Deal with it." I said, my voice getting
louder and more threatening as I spoke.  I held my hand up again.  "What's
your name?" I asked.

   "Sa...  Nikki." She answered.  She looked really sad.  Liquid was
streaming from her eyes.  Her lips were drawn inside her mouth suggesting
that she was, perhaps angry at them for betraying her.  Tom entered into
his notebook again

   "That's right, you're Nikki." I said.

   The fembot shook her head indicating that she understood me.  "Okay, I'm
Nikki." She said in affirmation.  "Can I put my legs together now, this is
getting uncomfortable."

   "Get used to it." I said, smiling.  Nikki didn't appear to appreciate
that.  She started sobbing and more liquid appeared in her eyes.  "In fact,
I am going to give you another check up right now." I said.

   "Please don't." Nikki said.  She looked up at me with her big eyes
filled with tears and for a moment, my heart melted.  Then, I remembered;
fembot.

   "Hold still now, this part is very delicate." I reached down and placed
my hand on her vagina.  It was warm and soft and smooth.  I began rubbing
her labia minora slowly.  The fembot began quivering.  Liquid began pouring
out from her eyes.  Her vagina began to get moist, then wet, then somewhat
drippy.  The fembot began breathing heavily, her chest began heaving, her
hips began moving back and forth, and she began to rub her vaginal area
against my hand.

   I was about to stick my finger inside of her vagina, but then, I
remembered that Rod had told me that Nikki was constructed as a virgin.  I
wanted to see that miraculous sight before I went any further.  "Can we lay
her down?" I asked, "I'd like to have a look inside, before I go any
further."

   "Ohhh, you want a peek at her hymen, don't you?" Said Jeff with a
knowing smile.  "That'll be perfectly fine." Jeff turned to Rod and Tom and
they did three way 'High five.' Tom entered something into the book and
then pulled on a strand of rope that was hanging near the two by four, and
the two by four came down, practically falling on Nikki.

   Nikki realizing that she was free started running for the door.  When
she got there, she realized to her discouragement that she couldn't open it
with the two by four tied to her arms.  Besides that, it was locked shut.

   Tom said "Bad fembot," then he grabbed Nikki by the two by four and
pulled her over to a chair in the room.  Tom sat down on the chair and
pulled Nikki over his knee.  Then he began to spank the robot's bare ass,
really hard.  Nikki began crying loudly.  Each loud smack was followed by
an even louder scream from Nikki.  "Don't you ever try to run away again,
Nikki." He said.

   After a few moments, Nikki's ass began turning red in the places where
Tom had been spanking her.  I was a little surprised at that.  I had pretty
much accepted that Nikki was a fembot, but now it seemed as if the robot
was just a little bit too realistic.

   "Why is she turning red?" I asked, suspiciously.

   "Active sensory rubescence." Said Jeff.  "Realistic, isn't it?"

   "What is active sensory rub...  rub...  What is that?" I asked.

   "Dynamic blushing response."

   "What?"

   Basically, it turns the skin red when you stress it.  Don't worry, Tom
isn't hurting the fembot, he's just reprogramming it."

   Tom released Nikki and she fell to the floor.  "Why don't we place her
on the bed over there so that you can explore her advanced features." Said
Jeff, good naturedly.

   "Come on Nikki, let's go to the bed over there and relax a little." I
said.  Nikki didn't get up.  She just lay on the floor.  Jeff grabbed Nikki
by her two by four and dragged her over to the bed, across the floor,
scraping her legs on the harsh concrete.  "There you go." He said.

   "Are you sure it's okay to mistreat her like that?" I asked.

   "She's just a machine," Jeff said.  "Don't worry.  You don't worry about
driving your car over potholes, do you?"

   "If you'll remember, they repossessed my car today, but back when I
still had a car, I was usually pretty careful not to drive too quickly over
potholes.  But, I get your point." I said.

   "Well, you don't need to worry about potholes with this baby." Jeff
said, smiling.

   "But won't she get damaged?" I asked.

   "Maybe, but we'll fix her up, good as new, after we're done with the
beta test.  Don't you worry."

   "Well, if you're sure." I said.  I resolved not to worry about damaging
the fembot from then on.  I looked at the machine laying on the bed and
wondered how far I could go before they asked me not to mutilate it any
further.  I decided to start by ravishing it first.  I decided that later I
would ravage it.  "Ravish now, ravage later, pretty cool." I thought.

   I hadn't realized it when I named the fembot after my ex-girlfriend, but
I was actually quite angry with my ex for throwing my stuff out the door
like that.  I figured as long as they said it would be okay to deface the
fembot, that I would take out my frustrations on it.

   In other words, I planned to displace my anger at my ex onto the fembot.
Nikki the fembot, was going to bear the brunt of my aggression against
Nicole, my ex-girlfriend.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.

   At that point, I was really glad that I had gone to that bar and met my
new friends.  I was looking forward to continuing the beta test of their
robot.  I just hoped that they wouldn't be terribly upset if I destroyed
her.

   I looked at the pile of nuts and bolts lying on the bed at the other end
of the room.  An evil leer crossed my lips.  "Spread your legs, Nikki." I
demanded.  Nikki held her legs together even tighter than she had before.
"Okay Nikki, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Nikki didn't
respond.  "Do you guys have any rope?" I asked.  Rod grabbed a length of
rope from a closet that was in the room and tossed it onto the bed for me.

   I proceeded to tie one of Nikki's legs to the supports at the bottom on
the bed nearest that leg.  As I did this, Nikki moved her other leg against
the first one attempting to maintain her modesty.  I grabbed her other leg.
Nikki wasn't going to give up her secrets easily.  She fought to keep her
remaining leg plastered against the other one.

   I grabbed another length of rope and placed it on the ankle of her other
leg.  Then, I ran the rope around the support on the other side of the bed
and pulled.  For a few moments, Nikki appeared to be winning the tug of
war. Eventually, however, the leg tired.  Really, she was no match for a
grown man.  I pulled the rope taught until I figured Nikki couldn't stretch
any farther, then I pulled the rope another few inches.

   Those extra inches made all the difference.  Nikki began crying again.
She was wailing about how I had spread her legs too far.  About how much it
was hurting her and how she was getting cramps in her legs.  "You chose to
do it the hard way." I said, stone faced, and without looking directly at
her.

   I looked down at my work.  There was Nikki, half nude, spread eagled,
with her cunt facing me in all its glory.  "Can we remove her blouse?" I
asked.

   Rod said, "We'll have to cut it off.  I don't want to have to untie and
then retie all the ropes to the two by four.

   "I'm okay with that." I said.  "Where's a scissors?"

   "We have a knife that will be just perfect for that.  He went into the
closet for a few moments and then came back out with an intimidating black
hunting knife about seven inches long.  "Careful, it's wicked sharp." He
said, handing me the butt end.

   I grabbed the knife.  As I held it in my hand, I hefted it's weight. 
The knife had excellent balance.  I was sort of looking forward to using
it. I went over to Nikki.  When Nikki saw the knife, she began screaming.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stab you with it, I'm just going to cut off
your blouse with it." I said.  Nikki began screaming again.  I held my hand
up.  Nikki looked at my hand.  She made an audible gulp, sucked her lips
in, then she quieted down.  There was a look of terror in her eyes.  It
made me hot.

   I began cutting off her blouse, starting with her arms.  As I worked,
Nikki kept flinching, obviously she was either afraid that I had lied about
not stabbing her, or afraid that I might not be careful enough with the
blade.  I completed the first sleeve working the blade up through, to her
neck.  As I worked, her Ivory flesh began to show through the slashes I was
making.  It was quite a turn on.  By then, I had developed an exceptional
erection, in anticipation of seeing her completely naked.

   I continued working the knife through her other sleeve.  Following that,
I plunged the knife swiftly through her collar, just to see her jump again.
She jumped, almost moving her body directly into the path of the blade.  I
pulled the knife down through the remaining part of her blouse.  When I was
done, I tugged at the collar.  Nikki was laying down on top of the blouse,
so I asked Tom to lift up the two by four.  He did and I was able to easily
remove the blouse.

   On the up side, Nikki didn't have a bra on, that I needed to remove.  On
the down side, she really didn't have any tits to speak of either, just
some slight lumps, with light areolas and tiny nipples.  But at least she
was totally nude, now.  I could finally behold my prize.  And what a prize.


   I stood back to admire my work.  In front of me lay what for all intents
and purposes was a beautiful, perfectly scaled down, woman.  Complete with
beautiful blonde hair, small, though unflattering breasts, and a miniature,
bald twat.  "All mine." I thought.  I looked around and I realized that I
was not alone though.  For the first time I felt asif Nikki's parents were
in the room with me.  "Were they going to act like benevolent guardians
when push came to shove?" I wondered.

   I looked at Nikki's face.  She was still crying, silently.  Tears were
raining down.  Tom had done a good job with her humiliation subroutines. 
She looked like she was actually in despair.  If I didn't know better, I
would have thought she was actually feeling ashamed.  And now, I was
planning to defile her, I wondered how her subroutines would handle that.

   As I began to anticipate performing her defloration, my penis which was
already quite firm, hardened up a notch.  Next to my first sexual
experience, this was the most erotic thing I'd ever done.

   Briefly, the DVD of my mind rewound to Dasha, the 'easy,' Swedish girl.
She had taken my virginity along with that of just about every boy in the
eighth grade, including, we were given to understand, several of the
girl's. Ahhhh, Easy Dasha, after the dance, behind the school yard, under
the big, birch tree, we lined up and one by one, she satisfied our needs
and our curiosities.  Good times.

   As if I was thrown forward by some time warp, suddenly, I was back in
the laboratory.  My vision returned to see Nikki's tiny, little cunt hole
kind of wink at me.  What a beautiful sight.

   I prepared myself to explore Jeff's handiwork.  "A virgin," I thought to
myself.  "We'll see about that." I'd seen several virgins in my lifetime.
Now I was ready to compare notes.  Once again, the DVD of my mind returned
to a place of great importance to me.  Filed under nostalgia, was Jennie.
Who could forget Jennie, short, good looking, with straight blonde hair,
faded blue jeans, with the holes in them in just the right places.  I
figured they might be her only pants because she was always wearing them.

   One bottle of Boone's Farm and she was mine.  Normally she was quite
demure, but after she had gotten drunk, she stripped herself naked.  Then,
she proudly and repeatedly showed off her virgin vagina, strutting around
my bedroom until she finally impaled herself onto my turgid love muscle.

   The next day, she didn't remember me.  I was okay with that, she was a
lousy lay.  But she was my first 'cherry pop'.

   Now, a new day had arrived.  My new trophy was on the table before me. I
got down on my hands and knees and peered into the void, which was
beckoning me to enter.  I could see her perfect outer lips, smooth bald and
bulging from between her legs.  I reached up and out, and grabbed hold of
them.  As I pulled them apart, her inner lips, glossy, pink, and wrinkled,
came into view.  They were thinner than average and they didn't come down
as far as most women's do.  But, they were beautiful, and they were mine
for the taking.  They had parted slightly, but not enough to let me see
inside though.

   I placed my thumbs on the inside of her labia minora and pulled them
apart revealing the entrance to her sacred shrine.  I stretched the labia
some more, and there before me, was my holy grail.

   Yes, there it was, framed within her delicate labia minora, surrounded
by quivering pink flesh, Partially obscured by a wreath of lighter flesh,
it sat, waiting for me, glistening, and pristine; her hymen.  It was a
cribriform hymen.  The sort of hymen that appears as a bunch of small holes
within a fleshy circle.  I'd only heard about that very rare type of hymen;
I'd never seen one before.

   It was then, that Nikki deduced what was going to happen next.  She
began crying again and said "Father Thomas told me I wouldn't get into
heaven if my 'inside thing' was gone when I got married." Tears welled up
in her big, beautiful bedroom eyes.  For a moment, I paused, wishing not to
bring sadness this individual.  But then I remembered; fembot, right, no
pain no brain.  She had fooled me again.

   I bent forward, climbing onto the mattress and inched up towards my
prize.  Like a hungry cat sneaking up on a mouse, I crawled towards my
goal, ready to pounce.  Once again, I realized that I had an audience.  I
looked up and Jeff, Tom and Rod were standing right behind me, watching my
every move, with enthusiasm, not to mention, significant erections.  "Come
on guys, this is a delicate moment." I said.  "Don't you think I can get a
few moments of privacy for this intimate occasion?"

   The scientists huddled in a corner at the farthest point in the room
from me and started conversing.  They were whispering, so I couldn't make
out anything they said.  After a few moments, they came over to the bed. 
"No." Said Jeff.

   "Why?" I asked.

   The three scientists looked chagrinned as if they didn't really have a
good reason.  After stalling for a few moments, Tom said, "Because uh... 
we have to be on hand to uh...  observe the robot during the beta testing.
If something goes wrong, we need to be there to ameliorate the problem."
Tom smiled awkwardly.  It seemed like a phony smile to me, but I was not
going to let that, fuck up my chances to fuck up my prize.  I had decided
that I was going to have my fling with her even if they were, turning it
into some kind of voyeuristic morsel for consumption by a bunch of computer
nerds.

   I crawled the last few inches at which point my mouth was within
striking distance of Nikki's miniature fuck hole.  I stuck out my tongue
until it struck pay dirt.  Nikki's cunt was warm, soft and flavorful, and
my tongue gleefully entered her shrine.  Nikki responded by moaning softly
and sobbing intermittently, as if she wasn't sure whether to purr
blissfully or cry.  I continued licking across her vagina and soon, my
mouth was covering her vulva.  I began sucking out the juices she was
emitting.

   "Leave it to Jeff to find the perfect liquor for his fembot.  God, the
flavor was perfect.  Where does one get artificial cunt flavoring for a
robot?" I wondered.  I continued lapping up the emitted liquids until I
realized, "Wait a minute, this isn't a real person, Nikki, probably doesn't
need foreplay to get turned on.  If one wants to turn on a robot, why, you
just flip the switch, right?"

   I decided that I had had enough of the delicious gravy.  I figured that
if I wanted more, all I had to do was stimulate her box again.  In all
probability, Nikki would be wringing wet after I fucked her anyway.  I
decided to begin my assault on her hymen.

   I removed my mouth and began climbing onto her body.  Tom said "Whoa
cowboy, let's not be so hasty to mount that saddle.  We were hoping you
would stimulate her to a more heightened stage of arousal before you went
riding off into the sunset."

   "Does it matter?" I asked.

   "Sure it does, we need to test her fully.  If you just slam your dick
into her, we'll never know how she's going to react on the proving ground.
Besides, we've programmed her to give a better ride after she's been all
warmed up." Said Tom.

   "Well, if you say so, you'd know, I guess." I said.  I went back to my
diligent cunnilingus.  Nikki began her moaning again.  As I worked, she
went from mostly sobbing and occasionally moaning, to mostly moaning
interrupted by occasional sobbing.  Nikki began moving her hips up and down
and soon was rubbing the entrance to her vagina against my lips and tongue.
Additionally, she was producing copious amounts of fluids.  I just kept
lapping up the nectar trying to keep up with the flood.

   Soon, Nikki began breathing heavily.  Her little body was writhing and
she began straining against the ropes.  "Please," she said.  "Uhhh, stop
this, uhhh, I'm a real person.  Uhhh, these guys are crazy.  Uhhh.  Don't
believe them, uhhh.  Don't do this to me.  Uhhh, I'm not a robot, uhhh I'm
flesh and, uhhh, blood, like you.  Uhhh." Tom came over and smacked Nikki
repeatedly until she stopped talking, while I busied myself with her
charms. Nikki continued breathing heavily and making that 'Uhhh' sound
every time I licked.  I decided that even though Nikki's mouth had said
"No," that her body was saying "YES," so I continued my actions.

   Eventually, I decided, Nikki was sufficiently heated up for the next
phase.  I pulled her inner lips apart and began sticking my tongue on, and
tasting the sieve like formation inside.  I located one of the holes inside
and as I rammed my tongue against it, it began to open up.  The structure
made kind of a snapping sound, like a twig makes, as my tongue broke
through the first hole, merging with a second hole, and then again as they
merged with a third hole.  Ultimately, the remaining holes yielded quickly
to my tongue and I poked through them all, in kind of a ripping action.

   Nikki screamed out briefly and I could taste blood exuding from the
area. This time, I didn't bother to ask Jeff about whether or not I was
being poisoned.  I was sure he had designed the artificial blood to be user
friendly, the way he had handled all of her other flavors.

   I closed my eyes and lapped up the whole mess.  Nikki was now moving her
hips radically and her vagina was rubbing against my face and massaging my
tongue.  She was now rather constantly moaning the 'Uhhh' sound, time and
again.  I looked over at Tom and he was nodding his head, which I took to
mean that Nikki was 'all warmed up.' I climbed up onto her body and placed
my now fully engorged trouser snake in her vestibule (the entrance to her
vagina.) Gently, bearing my weight on my elbows and knees, I moved forward,
submerging my winky within her velvet cavern.

   Because Nikki was fully lubed up, my penis slid easily into her tiny
cunt hole.  "Tom was probably right." I thought to myself, "you get a great
ride, or at least a really smooth one after she's warmed up." I turned
around.  To my surprise, the three scientists all appeared to be
masturbating.  I thought it a bit strange, but I figured, scientists must
need to get their rocks off occasionally, too.  I figured that I was
getting the best part of the deal anyway and began the slow descent into
Nikki's holy temple.

   For the first minute, I did the 'politically correct' thing of bearing
my weight on my arms and knees.  But then I realized; hey, fembot.  I
didn't have to buy her dinner and she can sleep in the wet spot.  I moved
my hands over to her breasts (such as they were) and lay down heavily on
top of her.  Nikki's respiration became labored, but she continued
breathing heavily, in synch with my motion, which was, at that time going
rather at a medium pace.

   As I continued increasing my speed, Nikki kept pace with me.  By then,
her hips were heaving up and down and her bald pubic mound, was rubbing
against mine.  It felt sensational.  I was beginning to tingle, I knew that
I didn't have long to go, and I began thinking of extraneous thoughts to
keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't come too quickly.

   I had found that useful in the past, because generally speaking, if one
came too soon with a real woman, it was likely to be your last date with
her.  But then I realized; fembot.  I began to concentrate on the erotic
sensations Nikki was providing me.  And oh my God, was she ever providing
erotic sensations.  I was driving my penis deep into her canal and her
vaginal muscles were pulling on me, gripping me tighter than I could
remember anybody ever having done before.  The muscles were massaging me,
each time I pulled away.  Her vagina was probably the tightest thing I had
ever entered and now with it pulling on me with all its might...  Well, you
get the picture.

   Suffice it to say, when I cut loose, it felt as if ecstasy, heaven,
paradise, serenity, bliss, tranquility, happiness, joy, and cloud nine, had
colluded all at once to please me.  "Sensational," I thought.  Nikki did
not appear to have had the same experience.  She was gagging repeatedly.

   I looked down.  Liquid was now dripping from Nikki's eyes again.  But,
were they tears of anguish, or tears of joy?  No, likely they were just
some solution Tom had formulated to simulate tears when her humiliation
subroutines detected her debasement.  Her lips were cast in sorrow while
her hips had been flexing in exhilaration.  To my discouragement, I didn't
see fulfillment there at all.  "Should I have tried to fulfill her?  Had I
climaxed too soon," I wondered.  "Right; fembot.  No worries, no problems.
Her circuitry would adjust to my indiscretion."

   It was then, that I remembered about my audience.  I looked around. 
There were the three technicians, smiling, doing three way high fives
again, and congratulating each other.  I became somewhat chagrinned as I
remembered the last time I had felt this way was with Dasha the 'Easy'
Swedish girl.  After my brief encounter behind the schoolyard, Dasha had
said something to the effect of "Well, that was quick.  Who's next?" In
front of an audience of dozens of my peers.  I was no less embarrassed this
time when Jeff asked "Well?  Done already?"

   "I guess so," I said, Maybe I'll have another go at it a little later."
To my surprise, the three technicians did 'the odd finger is it.' And Tom
won.  He immediately began taking off his clothes.

   The average penis is six inches long.  Some guys have eight inch long
penises.  Tom's penis was one to those that evened things out, resulting in
the six inch average (if you catch my drift.)

   Tom climbed onto the bed and lay alongside Nikki.  He placed his leg
over Nikki's legs and slid it across them while at the same time reaching
over with his arm across her breast area and sweeping down, kind of like
making a snow angel, but face down and on only one side.

   "God, she's soft." Said Tom.  "Good job with that new synthetic skin
covering, Jeff." He continued rubbing his arm and leg across Nikki's body
for a while.  As he did that, Nikki's body squirmed, straining against the
ropes that bound her, in what appeared to be some sort of lascivious
response.  Tom moved closer and licked Nikki's earlobe.  Nikki's body
arched as best it could, being tied down.  Tom continued to place his
tongue on Nikki's ear and she continued responding to him.  Nikki had
stopped crying, and had begun breathing more rapidly as he did that.

   Next, Tom began stroking the breast closest to him with his hand.  As he
did so, he continued licking Nikki's ear.  Nikki responded by making a
sound of the sort one would make if one were trying to warm his hands on a
cold day.  Kind of somewhere between gasping sound and a "Huuuuuu" sound.
Tom continued this for a while gradually increasing his speed.  As his
speed increased, Nikki's breathing began to synchronize itself with his
motions, and her volume increased.

   Tom then moved his head down to her breasts and put his mouth on one of
Nikki's delicate little nipples.  As he licked her breast, she began
moaning softly.  Her body was quivering and she appeared to be attempting
to spread her legs even farther apart than they already were.  This was
quite a feat considering how hard I had strained to get them as far apart
as I had.

   Tom appeared to be enjoying Nikki's responses.  I understood then, that
there was some satisfaction to be gotten from stimulating Nikki.  I
recognized that Nikki was like a cat, even though she wasn't actually
responding to anything more than a set of preprogrammed electrical
responses, triggered by the firing off of some electronic tactile cells, it
was nevertheless still reinforcing to have her 'purr' when you stroked her.
I realized that I had missed out on that, earlier, and I vowed not to rush
things during my next turn with her.

   Tom next brought his head down to the breast nearest to him and began
sucking on the tiny nipple.  At the same time Tom brought his hand over to
her other breast and began gently poking at the nipple there.  Nikki's
breasts became slightly larger, the nipple protruded more and her light
areola began to develop goose bump like swellings.  Nikki continued to
writhe.

   Tom now moved his hand down to Nikki's fabulous pussy.  As he rubbed
Nikki's slit, it began to drool.  Her stomach began heaving and her hips
were fluttering up and down.  Her breathing became louder and she opened
her mouth to enable her to get more air.  Tom continued sucking and rubbing
until Nikki began moaning an audible, high pitched, 'Ohhuhhh, Ohhuhhh.' By
then, I expected her to have escaped from her bonds, but they were better
than adequate for the task.

   At last Tom made his move.  He climbed up onto Nikki and drove his
seemingly small ding-a-ling deep into Nikki's tight little cunny.  While he
was doing that, he maintained his weight on his elbows and knees.  Except
for his dick, Tom's body was floating, barely touching Nikki's as it
traveled on its excursion, back and forth.  Despite Tom's apparently minor
dimensions, Nikki responded by increasing her respiration and moaning
loudly.  Soon she was waving her pubic bone against Tom's.  She appeared to
be experiencing a loud, deep, heavily gratifying, satisfying, throaty
orgasm.  Not to mention a deeply religious experience, as was evidenced by
her repeatedly screaming "Ohhhhh God, Ohhhhh God." Tom continued
stimulating her for at least fifteen minutes during which time Nikki
appeared to experience the epitome of orgasm.

   I became jealous.  At the same time I was also grateful.  Having an
average sized dick myself, I'd had long grappled with the recognition that
at least half of the men out there, had dicks longer than mine was.  This
gave me feelings of inadequacy.  (Kind of a glass is half-empty
interpretation of things.) Tom had shown me that it's not really the size
of the gun you fire that counts; it's how well you aim it.  By the time Tom
was finished, Nikki had tears in her eyes, (Which weren't from crying,) and
the bed was pretty well soaked.

   Whereas, after I came inside Nikki, she had wretched numerous times. 
When Tom finally reached orgasm and squeezed burst after burst of semen
into Nikki's quim, she responded with a salvo of contented 'mmmmmmm's.'

   After watching Tom perform, I began to reckon with the idea that Nikki
was more than just a lifelike doll.  She was more like a mirror image of
the person using her.  I silently vowed to myself that on my next turn, I
would give Nikki more attention than Tom had given her.  I knew that I
didn't have to do that, but Tom had raised a bar, and my ego insisted that
I jump higher than he did.  First, however, I had to wait for Jeff and Rod
to have their turns.

   Jeff went next.  He didn't bother to remove any of his clothing.  Jeff
laid all his weight down on top of Nikki's body and just started fucking;
no rubbing, no petting, no fondling, no licking, no foreplay, no warm up,
no nothing.  Jeff, it appeared was one of those 'wham, bam, thank you
ma'am' types, or at least he was with Nikki.  As Jeff fucked Nikki, his ass
moved up and down the way a dog's does.  Nothing else moved.  Nikki did not
seem to be responding to Jeff's advances, she just lay on the bed silent
and still, with a look which was a combination of fear, revulsion and
boredom.

   That didn't stop Jeff from chugging away.  He apparently had his eyes
closed.  I figured that Jeff was the type to be perfectly contented with a
real rubber doll.  All the embellishments, flourishes, embroidery, bells
and whistles that were given to Nikki, were wasted on Jeff, who obviously
didn't appreciate what he had in his hands (literally.) Maybe it would be
more appropriate to say he didn't appreciate what he had gotten into (also
literally.) After less than three minutes, he was done.

   Rather than having a look of satisfaction on his face, Jeff had the look
of a man whose boss had told him that he needed him to do something 'in the
worst way,' and as ordered, he had accomplished it 'in the worst way'
possible.

   Rod was next.  He removed his clothing and folded them neatly in a small
pile, placing them near the foot of the bed.  Rod, did not, apparently have
very much of a hard-on.  He grabbed his penis and began pumping it. 
Regrettably for Rod, that didn't work either.  Rod tried to stuff his dick
inside Nikki, but it kept coming back out of Nikki's tight little box.  Rod
was not happy.  He began slapping Nikki in the face saying "Come on bitch,
open up." Nikki began crying.

   He climbed onto the bed and placed his lips over Nikki's.  Nikki, tried
turning her head to the side, in an effort to evade him, but Rod grabbed
her by the hair preventing her from moving away.

   Suddenly Rod screamed and jerked his head back.  Blood began coming out
from between his lips.  Nikki had bitten his tongue.  Rod slammed his fist
into Nikki's mouth, causing her to scream in pain.  Blood began coming out
from between Nikki's lips.

   "Bitch, bite me again, and I'll pull out all of your teeth." He said.

   Nikki spit out and something white flew across the room.  When she
opened her mouth, and it became apparent that Rod had knocked out one of
her front teeth.  I was about to protest, but then I realized; fembot.  I
knew that Rod, who had probably designed her teeth in the first place,
likely had some plan to replace it.

   It was Jeff who said something first.  "You don't have to be so rough
with her."

   "Don't worry," said Rod, "We have plenty of spares, remember?  Besides,
we have to make her environment safe for us all.  I'm sure her adaptive,
recursive programming will make adjustments and it won't happen again. 
Watch, I'll prove it." With that, Rod said "Open your mouth, Nikki." Then
he stuck his dick in.  Suddenly, Rod screamed again.  His fist came
crashing into Nikki's jaw again.  Nikki opened her mouth.  When Rod removed
his member, there were obvious, deep, bloody tooth marks on it.

   Rod got off the bed, went to the closet and retrieved something.  He
climbed onto the bed and sat on Nikki's chest.  Then he began pulling out
her teeth one at a time, with a pliers, to a chorus of screaming from Nikki
and objection from all of us.

   It was an appalling and grisly sight.  Rod continued removing her teeth
in succession, while Nikki screamed continuously, "NO, NO, I'M SORRY, OH
GOD, PLEASE, DON'T, OH GOD, I'M SORRY, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." I knew it
was all just her programming but I couldn't help but be repulsed and I had
to turn away from the horrible spectacle.  After what seemed like hours,
Rod got down and threw a bloody handful of what had once been Nikki's
beautiful white teeth into a trash receptacle in the corner or the room.

   Nikki continued crying loudly for quite a while afterward.  Everybody
was too shocked to say anything for a long time.  Rod didn't say a word
either.  He climbed back onto the bed and stuck his dick into Nikki's
mouth.

   "Ahhhhh, that's more like it." He said finally.  I hadn't learned much
about robotics, but I learned that you'd better not fuck with Rod.

   For some reason, Nikki did not seem to want to suck on Rod's cock, but
Rod grabbed her by her hair and began pulling her head back and forth onto
his cock.  Once again, minutes passed like hours as we watched Rod
repeatedly forcing Nikki's head up and down while Nikki continued to sob
loudly.

   Finally, Rod screamed jubilantly and collapsed onto Nikki's upper body.
His butt cheeks squeezed together several times as dose after dose of his
protein shake emptied into Nikki's throat.  Nikki responded to each burst,
coughing, gagging and crying.  As I watched Nikki heaving and crying, I was
really glad she was a robot, otherwise it would have caused great damage to
my psyche to have watched that awesome drama.  As it was, I was totally
unnerved by it.  I told Tom that I had an appointment later and needed to
leave.  Tom said "You can't leave now, the party's just started."

   Tom went to the closet and pulled out a large bong and a bag of
absolutely fantastic sinsemilla.  He filled the bowl and then lit it up. 
For the next ten or so minutes the only sounds were the flicking of the
lighter, the sucking sounds of the smoke being drawn through the bong,
bubbling through the water and being expelled through our mouths, the
occasional cough and finally laughter.  Fifteen minutes later, I was
feeling a lot better.  I was still unnerved a little, by the earlier
exhibition, but I was better.

   Needless to say, following the gruesome event, the pot made me more than
a little paranoid, so being locked in the house with these people did not
exactly thrill me, but I was high enough that I didn't worry about it.

   Then Tom pulled out a small plastic bag with some white powder in it. 
"What is that?" I asked.

   Tom opened the bag and placed some of its contents on the webbing
between his thumb and his index finger.  "Try it." He said, placing his
hand under my nose.

   At first, I prompted him to tell me what it was.  Tom said "C'mon, don't
be one of those...  Believe me, you'll like it."

   I didn't want to be 'one of those,' but, I'm not in the habit of taking
drugs with which I am unfamiliar, from strangers.  So I asked again.  Tom
tried deflecting my question by changing the topic.  "So what do you think
of, what'd you call her?  Nikki?"

   "She's sensational, now what is the powder?" I asked.

   "It's an admixture.  I invented it.  The recipe's a secret.  I'd like to
tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

   I'm just kidding!  It's mostly cocaine." Said Tom.

   "Mostly cocaine and what?" I asked firmly.

   "Look, you don't have to take it, if you don't want to." Tom brought his
hand over to his own nose and took a long sniff.  The powder disappeared.
Tom brightened up.  He didn't appear to have been poisoned by it.

   "Okay, I'll have some, I guess." I said.

   Tom poured a small amount of the powder on his hand again, and brought
it up to my nose.  I inhaled the dose.

   Suddenly, the dingy laboratory seemed to get brighter, as if the sun had
moved out from behind a cloud.  Whereas the rush from the reefer had made
me paranoid and somewhat off balance, whatever it was that Tom had given
me, put an end to both of those maladies.  I rubbed my eyes attempting to
adjust to the new sensation.  The introduction of the new drug had made me
bold and steady.

   Prompted by this new state of mind, I realized that it was my turn with
Nikki again.

   This time, I started slowly.  I was aiming to give the fembot a
full-fledged, good time, or rather, I was going to stimulate her circuits
to their fullest.  I usually like to kiss a little, as part of my foreplay.
After Rod had removed Nikki's teeth, however, I was reluctant to do so.  I
avoided her mouth and began licking her ear.  As she had done previously,
Nikki began to squirm when I did this.  As she lay next to me, her body
began to shake, slowly at first, then more rapidly.  Once again, I was
awestricken by the extraordinary resemblance that Tom's programming bore to
a real woman.

   As we lay there together, I could feel the warmth that was being
generated by the proximity of our two bodies.  I could hear her soft
breathing, she was moving her lips.  "Was she saying something?" I
wondered. I moved closer to her mouth.  Now, I could just barely confirm
that she was saying something.  She appeared to be trying to say something
secretly to me.  I moved closer.  Her lips were apparently forming words. I
placed my ear next to her mouth.  Nikki's speech sounded strange.  I
realized that it most likely had to do with Rod having removed her teeth.
But what was she saying?  I moved closer.  Now my ear was against her lips
and I could hear her.  "Please, help me." She said.  "I'm not a robot, I'm
a real person.  For God's sakes, please help me, they're going to kill me.
Can't you see that?"

   I looked at her face.  Liquid was dripping from her eyes again.  If I
didn't know better, I would have thought that Rod, Jeff and Tom had been
lying to me the whole time.  "What an exceptional piece of work." The three
inventors had to be geniuses to have put that much realism into such a
small package.

   I pulled away from her mouth and began licking her ear again.  Nikki
continued to tremble at my touch, all the while her mouth kept moving
forming those words.  I ignored her, of course.  I moved my hand over to
her breast and twiddled her small nipple.  It became firmer when I did
that, and her areole seemed to become more stiff.

   I placed her entire ear inside my mouth, and stuck my tongue into the
hole.  As I did so, her body arched beside me.  Nikki began moaning softly.
As I continued licking her ear, her arching became more pronounced.  I
moved my mouth down to her breast, and started sucking on that.  At that
time, I was still playing with the nipple of her other breast.

   Nikki seemed to appreciate this.  She started trembling underneath me.
Her hips began moving up and down.  Next, I removed my hand from her breast
and placed it on her pussy while continuing to suck on her other breast. 
My other hand moved over to the ear I had neglected earlier and gently
pinched her lobe between my fingers.  Nikki's moaning became louder and her
body began straining against the ropes that bound her.

   For a while, I maintained my position, as I listened to her gently
singing to me and felt her vibrating aside me.  Next, I began gently
rubbing her vulva.  As I did so, Nikki's hips began moving up and down like
a boat on the ocean.  Her vagina began to get moist, then wet, then drippy,
then soggy.  Her moaning got rather loud, then.  I decided to continue with
my foreplay for a little longer.  I continued rubbing, sucking and pinching
until I was certain that Nikki was fully warmed up.

   Then I moved my head down and began licking her slit, while moving my
hands to her breasts so that I could massage her nipples.  As I feasted on
her delicious juices I suddenly realized that a good deal of the delicious
flavor was from Tom and Jeff, not to mention from me.  (Did I mention that
I was bi-sexual?)

   In any case, Nikki really responded to my tongue.  Her pubic area began
fluttering against my chin and lips.  Her legs kept opening wider and
wider. I could feel her vaginal muscles tightening against my tongue.  Her
voice had gotten pretty loud, suffice it to say, she was no longer
whispering.

   I continued licking and slurping her juices and eventually moved my
tongue to her clitoris.  I started licking up and down along her clitoris,
trying to go as deep as possible inside.  Nikki began synchronizing the
motion of her mons veneris with my licking, allowing me to delve more
deeply into her love canal.  Soon, my tongue hit pay dirt; her G-spot. 
(Did I mention that I have a much longer than average tongue?) Nikki's
G-spot began colliding with my tongue every time her hips came up and my
tongue went down.  Ultimately, Nikki began screaming loudly.

   At that point, Tom called to me "Hey Parker, you can give her all the
cunnilingus you want, but don't get in over your head." Jeff and Rod began
laughing at that, but being absorbed in what I was doing, the joke went
over my head.

   I began to wonder how hot this robot would get.  As near as I could
figure, I was now stimulating her as much as Tom had done during his
session, (maybe more.) I continued lapping at her box.  Not so much because
I thought I might get her hotter, but simply because I was greatly enjoying
the flavor.  The truth be known however, Tom, Jeff and my flavor had pretty
much been diluted by now.

   Eventually, the male flavor from Tom, Jeff and me ran out completely and
I decided to make my move.  Normally at this point, I do deep kissing and
begin light thrusting.  This time, I was a little shy about the kissing
part, what with her having had her teeth pulled out and all, so I decided
to lick her ear instead, and begin my penetration.

   I gently began climbing over Nikki, being careful to bear my weight
mostly on my hands and knees.  As I did so, I inserted my love shaft
lightly into her quivering mound and started licking her ear again.  Nikki
was screaming loudly by then.  It took more than a little skill, aiming
mister winky at her birth cannon, what with her moving so dramatically. 
Fortunately, she was tied down, so she couldn't get too far.  I was able to
enter easily, due to her being quite moist.

   Nikki's subroutines were apparently ready to go into full orgasm mode.
As I entered her, she began fluctuating her hips dramatically.  Her stomach
started heaving and she began rubbing her pubic bone (or whatever it was)
against mine.  Her vaginal muscles were pulling my dick inside her like a
vacuum cleaner (Yeah, I've tried that,) and massaging my member better than
anybody I could remember ever having done it.  Her eyes were rolling wildly
in her head, she was screaming more loudly that she had done even with Tom.
Soon she was screaming "Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh" at the top of her lungs (or
whatever they were.)

   I continued thrusting until I decided that I had outdone Tom, and then
some.  I looked down at Nikki.  She saw me looking, turned her head and
kissed me.  I had expected, that without her teeth, it was going to be a
real turn off.  It wasn't a turn off.  Without her teeth, the kiss was
different, but was definitely sensual and in a good way.  Her mouth was
smooth and felt kind of like a vagina.  Gone were the hard surfaces, and
sharp edges, which normally interfered with kissing.  Now I could run my
tongue along the upper and lower surfaces of her mouth in perfect comfort.

   I wondered what it might be like to experience felatio under the
circumstances.  But now, I had another challenge to conquer.  Slowly, I
began increasing the speed of my incursion into her delicate, delicious
fuck hole.  As I turned up the amplitude, Nikki returned my advances,
increasing the intensity of her motion.  Soon we were dancing in harmony,
our two bodies were floating along on a sea of desire, borne by a single
thought; love, or whatever she was experiencing.  Soon, I began to get the
signal from my crotch.  Nikki was moving at top speed, screaming at the top
of her voice and pulling on my gut wrench with all her might.

   I began silently reviewing multiplication tables.  (That was a trick I'd
discovered to keep my mind distracted from the incredibly erotic experience
I was having, so that I wouldn't come too soon.) Finally, when I was
satisfied, that Nikki was fully satisfied, I began to gaze upon her
beautiful face again.  Her eyes had tears in them, (and definitely not from
crying,) her mouth was open to allow as much air as possible to enter, she
was gasping every time she inhaled and was moaning when she exhaled.  I
could feel her body moving underneath me shaking, undulating and heaving. I
concentrated on her vaginal muscles.  They were gripping me almost
painfully, like a newborn calf sucking on a teat (yeah, I've tried that
too), urging me to inject my essence within the delicate petals of her
flower.  I did, countless times.  I injected dose after dose of my liquor
within her.  As I did so, Nikki responded by singing, "Yes!  Yes!  Yes! 
Yes!" with every burst.

   After I finished, Tom made what seemed to be a long entry into his book

   I was right about that 'purring' thing.  The feeling of accomplishment I
received from having Nikki appreciate my labors was almost worth more to me
than the orgasm I received, (almost) which gosh darn it, was breathtaking
(In more ways than one.) Nikki's muscles continued to massage me.  They
appeared to be doing the fembot equivalent to sweeping my sperm into her
uterus.

   After I finished, the three inventors each had another turn with Nikki,
but none of them worked as hard as I had.  They all appeared uninterested
in spending any more time that it took to get their rocks off.  Even Tom
who had done such a sensational job the first time, and who had inspired me
to do the great job I had done, did what I thought was plain vanilla
fucking instead of making love.  I was proud of myself.

   "Think you can do it again?" Asked Jeff.

   "Maybe in a little while, yeah." I answered.

   "We haven't used her dorsal canal yet." Said Jeff.

   "Her what?" I said.

   "Her rear fuck hole." He said.

   "You mean her asshole?" I asked, confused.

   "Yeah, that." He said.

   "I'm not ready yet, It usually takes me a while to recharge." I said,
trying not to sound like a wimp about it.

   Jeff pulled out a small plastic bag of white powder similar to the one
Tom had pulled out.  "Try some of this." He said, after placing a small
amount on the web between his thumb and forefinger.

   "What's in that stuff?" I asked.

   Jeff's face took on a scary, sober look.  "I could tell you, but then
I'd have to kill you." He said.

   "That's what Tom had said," I thought to myself.  It occurred to me that
they might be serious.  "Better to let sleeping dogs lie." I decided.  I
took the hit.  Jeff was right, when next my mind shifted gears to thinking
about Nikki's beautifully crafted ass, I began to get an erection.  "Is it
my turn, already?" I asked.

   "Have at her." Said Jeff.

   "Let's turn her over first, so I can use her 'dorsal canal.'" I said.

   "Good idea." Said Rod.  Rod asked Jeff to untie Nikki's legs while he
went to the closet.  He pulled out a triangular prism shaped wooden object
about three feet long and about one foot high.

   By then, Jeff had untied Nikki and he and Tom were holding her aloft by
the two by four, at one end and by her legs, at the other.  Nikki was
kicking and screaming, literally, she was not making things easy for Tom
and Jeff.  Rod placed the strange object with one of its angles facing up.
With great difficulty, Tom and Jeff then put Nikki face down on top of it.

   Rod told Nikki that if she didn't stop screaming, that he was going to
squeeze her throat until the sound stopped coming out.  Nikki continued
screaming and Rod placed his hands around her neck and squeezed.  Nikki
stopped screaming.  When Rod let go, she continued to be quiet.  "See... 
said Rod, her heuristic software works."

   "What?" I asked.

   "She's learning." Answered Rod.

   Tom entered some more notes into his book, at that.

   Tom and Jeff used the ropes, which I had originally used to bind Nikki's
legs and retied them with Nikki, on her stomach, with her waist bent over
the triangular shaped object and her feet on opposite sides of the bed. 
Nikki's butt was positioned conveniently over the edge of the thingamabob.
Well, convenient for me, Nikki looked a little uncomfortable.

   All in all, Nikki was arranged in that manner that made a beautiful,
artful and attractive display.  I spread Nikki's cheeks apart and took in
the view of the landscape.  Nikki's puckered rectum was a perfect little
brown sparkler, set within perfect full moon buttocks.

   Thanks to the powder, and this new arrangement, my all meat popsicle was
ready to go.  I had nothing to prove any more, so being as she was a robot,
I decided that Nikki wouldn't need any further warming up.  I spit on her
asshole and stuffed my wad in hilt deep.  Nikki screamed loudly but
briefly, when I struck.

   For the first few minutes, it was rough going.  Nikki hadn't been lubed
up and I was completely dry.  The only lubrication going for us was the gob
of spit I had placed on her hole, and that was rather a small amount. 
Nikki breathed heavily every time I plunged my dick into her, but she
didn't scream.  I figured that her circuits recognized that Rod was going
to strangle her again if she did.  Soon Nikki's internal lubrication began
to provide a smoother ride.

   I was really enjoying the sensation.  Nikki was incredibly tight.  Her
muscles massaged my dick so perfectly.  On the down stroke, I could feel
Nikki's cheeks clenching against my pubic hair.  Being bi-sexual, I'd
fucked quite a few assholes in my life, but this one was the tightest one
ever.  I kept thinking to myself, continuously.  "What a thrill, Nikki is
fantastic.  She's crafted with skill, a work of art, and a thing of
beauty."

   Being on my third round I decided to get creative and began smacking her
on the butt on the upstrokes.  This resulted in her letting out a brief
shriek and her asshole contracting onto my dick head, providing a
noticeable increase in sensation each time I spanked her.  Regrettably, I
kept having to bend over uncomfortably, to slap her.  It was interfering
with my concentration and breaking by rhythm.  So, eventually, I got tired
of spanking her.  Nevertheless, I endeavored to continue stroking away,
driving my penis into her butt hole.

   Bringing myself to term was taking a long time.  I tried to think up
some new way to change the pace, but I had already come twice before and I
was beginning to get slightly tired.  After a while, my boner became soft
and would no longer pierce her hole.  Disheartened, I stopped.  Jeff
noticed my plight and offered me some more powder.

   I sniffed the powder and to my great satisfaction, my chub returned. 
Rejuvenated, I began stuffing it into Nikki's back door again.  The extra
dose of the powder caused my dick to feel especially sensitive and soon I
got the signal.  My dick started tingling, and similar sensations were
happening deep inside my ass.  I shoved my baby arm deep within Nikki's
sensuous ass and shot my load.  Maybe it was the powder, maybe it was just
Nikki's unbelievably tight ass, but this was the supernova of orgasms.  It
was even better than the one's prior to it.  And better than just about any
other orgasm that I could remember, by a long shot.

   Nikki on the other hand, did not appear to have gotten off by the anal
stimulation.  In all fairness, I really hadn't tried very hard.  Not
everybody experiences anal orgasms anyway.  Why should I give a shit. 
Nikki was just a machine after all and I'd already had her purring.

   After pumping millions of sperm into Nikki's asshole, I collapsed on top
of her, almost completely spent.  I was pretty tired, the powder had worn
off and while the pot had been pretty stimulating at first, it was the type
that let you down really hard, when you crashed.

   Tom entered more notes into his book, then he took his turn.  He seemed
a little tired at first, but after he'd poured himself a small pile of the
powder and snorted it, he returned to Nikki with renewed vigor.  He pulled
Nikki's cheeks apart, looked at the beautiful rosette of her butthole, then
he dove right in.

   Nikki's rear door was well lubricated by my semen, when Tom started, so
Tom did not have to deal with any of the perplexing chafing that had slowed
me down when I did Nikki's rear end.

   Jeff went next.  He poured himself a dose of the powder and began poking
his prod into Nikki's rectum.  Once again, it didn't take him long to come
about.  It was clear that Jeff wasn't concerned about making Nikki happy at
all.  He went right to work, no bones about it (Well one bone actually, but
it didn't last long.) Once again, when Jeff was finished, he didn't really
seem satisfied.

   Next up was Rod.  Rod did not have any sort of an erection.  He took
what appeared to be a fairly large dose of the powder, but to no avail. 
Rod didn't even try to enter Nikki's bunghole.  Rod climbed onto the bed
with his shlong under Nikki's head and screamed "Open your mouth, slut."

   After having removed Nikki's teeth with a pliers, Nikki's subroutines
were obviously cued to Rod's voice.  Nikki opened her mouth and accepted
Rod's manhood without hesitation.  Then Rod said "Now, close your lips
around my dick, bitch."

   At that, Nikki started crying.  It was a little hard to understand her
with her teeth missing and Rod's dick stuffed inside her mouth, but I could
make out what the robot was saying.  "Please, my mouth hurts, don't make me
do that."

   Rod evidently understood her too.  "Bitch, put your mouth around it,
now. If you won't use your lips, I'll just cut them off." Nikki sobbed for
a second or two, then she must have believed Rod because Rod's next words
were "Harder, fuckbot, harder.  Yeah, that's better, oh yeahhh, ohh yeahhh.
Now move your head up and down you whore.  Yeahhh.  Oh yeahhh." For the
next fifteen or so minutes, all we could hear was a slurping sound, Nikki
gasping and Rod saying "Oh yeahhh, you slut, Oh yeahhh bitch, Yeahhh you
whore, etc.

   Finally Rod pulled Nikki's head down onto his pubic area and came deeply
into her throat.  Nikki gagged several times as Rod shot his wad.  Rod
finally crawled out from under her and got off the bed.  "I think we've got
her trained real good now." He said.

   Tom made some more notes.

   "Do you want a blowjob?" Rod asked me.

   "I'm about spent." I said.

   Rod retrieved his bag of ganja, filled the pipe and offered me a hit. 
Soon, I was floating across the room somewhere within the smoky haze, and
became paranoid each time I looked at Rod.  (Go figure.)

   Rod pulled a small plastic bag out of his pocket and waved it in the
air. "How ?bout doing some more of this?" He asked.

   "I'm still trying to find out what's in that stuff." I said.

   Rod stared at me coldly.  "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill
you.  He said.

   Rod was an imposing figure.  He was least six foot four, with black
hair, unnaturally dark eyes, a masculine, muscular build, a broken nose,
and a large tattoo of a skull and cross bones in the center of his chest
with the word 'MOM' in large letters underneath it.  Having seen Rod in
action with Nikki, I believed he actually meant it.  Besides, I was getting
tired of asking that question.  I decided to give up on trying to find out
about the powder.

   Rod waved the bag at me again.

   "No thanks." I said.

   "I insist." Said Rod.

   "Okay, twist my arm." I responded, smiling.

   Rod approached me and began to enter my 'personal space.' As he began
reaching behind me, I moved back and said, "That was a joke, Rod."

   "I know," he said, strait faced.  "So was that."

   "What do you know," I thought to myself, "Rod has a sense of humor.  A
weird one." In any case, Rod placed another hit of the mysterious powder on
his hand and brought it towards my nose.  I took the dose and shortly
afterward I became straight.

   Suddenly, it occurred to me, "Wait a minute, shouldn't I have gotten
high from that?" I realized then, that the powder didn't actually make me
high so much, as after it wore off, I 'came down' from being normal and
became 'low.'

   On the other hand, the powder did make me hornier than a rooster
watching a flock of chickens through a fence on a sunny day.  "I'll take
that blowjob, now." I said.

   Rod walked towards me again with his lips forming an 'O' shape.  Then he
opened and closed his mouth suggestively.  "I was kind of hoping to get one
from Nikki." I said.

   "I know." Rod said, then he smiled real wide, showing me all his teeth.
I realized then what it was about Rod that was so awesome.  He bore a
strong resemblance to the character 'Jaws' from the James Bond movie 'The
Spy Who Loved Me.' Right down to the numerous gold teeth which filled his
mouth.

   "It is your turn." Said Rod, gesturing towards Nikki.  I lay down with
my crotch under Nikki's head.

   Having given as well as received a fair number of BJs in my life, I
decided that it would be worth my while to give Nikki a few tips I had
learned along the way, so that she would provide the most pleasure for my
excursion to ecstasy.

   One thing that I recognized was that with Nikki bound up as she was,
wasn't free to do the kinds of foreplay stuff I have found to be so
enticing in the past.  On the other hand, having her tied up like that, was
a turn on all by itself (kind of a domination and control rush.) Also,
there wasn't any need to caution her to place her lips over her teeth.

   In any case, whenever possible, I prefer doing oral sex in the 'sixty
nine' position with my partner on top, but with Nikki tied up, that
position wasn't really an option.  She also wasn't free use her hands to
massage my balls, stroke my perineum, massage my prostate, or use them to
assist with the blowjob proper.

   "Okay," I thought, "What kinds of things can she do?"

   First I told her to begin by licking my scrotal sack gently.  Nikki
looked up at me questioningly.  I remembered what Rod had told me about how
she was totally na<ve and how I would have to teach her everything. 
"That's the wrinkled pouch underneath the long cylinder thing." I said.

   "Oh." She said.

   I brought my balls closer to her mouth.  Nikki shook her head 'no' and
sealed her mouth shut with her lips.  I told her that I would hurt her if
she didn't obey.  "You don't want me to do that do you?" Nikki seemed to
understand.  She looked at me really sadly trying to evoke sympathy. 
Liquid began coming out of her eyes again.  Had she not been a fembot, I
would certainly not have forced her to continue.  But things being as they
were, I simply lay back ready to enjoy the experience.  After a short
pause, Nikki stuck out her tongue and flicked me on the balls briefly with
her tongue.

   "They taste gross." She said.

   "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." I said.

   Unharmed, Nikki tried it again, only longer this time.  Nikki blazed a
wide path across the area between my balls.  It felt soooooo good.  "Ohhh,
you are doing great, Nikki." I said.  Nikki continued licking my balls and
soon, she opened her mouth and sucked in one of my testicles, then both of
them.  "Play with them with your tongue." I said.

   She resisted again.  This time instead of threatening her, I told her
that I was in control and that it would please me if she did it.  Nikki
seemed to prefer the delicate suggestion I had made, to my threatening
voice.  She looked back at me sadly but started playing.

   After a while, I brought my legs up and apart and told her to lick my
perineum.  Nikki looked up questioningly again.  "That's the section
between my scrotal sack and my asshole." I said.  She had this disgusted
look on her face, which suggested that she didn't really want to do that. I
looked back at her and just nodded.  Nikki stuck out her tongue and I moved
closer to her to allow better access.

   For a while, I enjoyed the warm comfort of her moist tongue running
across the nether area.  By then, I had a considerable erection.

   "Nikki, do you know what a penis is?"

   Nikki looked up at me questioningly again.

   "My penis is the long cylinder shaped thing which is getting hard and
fatter now.  It's the thing with which I was poking you." Nikki looked at
my dick and acknowledged me.

   "There's line of skin that runs down the center of my scrotal sack, and
the underside of the shaft of my penis.  Do you see it?" I asked.

   Nikki nodded that she did.

   "Okay Nikki," I said, "That seam actually goes from the hole in my ass
right up to the head of my dick." Nikki looked up questioningly again. 
"The 'head' is the mushroom shaped part on top of my penis.  Now I would
like you to put your tongue on the seam and lick it up and down, from one
end of the seam to the other." Nikki stared back at me with look of
humility and resignation, liquid was still seeping from her eyes.  Then she
began doing what I had asked.  Oh my God, was that ever nice.  I could have
spent all day doing having her lightly gliding her sensuous tongue
blissfully across the area.

   I finally moved away from her somewhat, and said.  "Nikki, I am well
pleased by you.  You have performed well so far, Nikki.  What I want you to
do now, is to use your tongue to lick my frenulum, that is the last inch,
at the end of the seam, where it connects to my dick head (the mushroom
thing,) where it forms a 'V' shape.  Do you see it?"

   Nikki nodded again indicating that she knew what I wanted.  Nikki's
tongue was fabulous, Without being told, Nikki instinctively placed my head
into her mouth, and began tonguing my frenulum.  Once again, the
unbelievable sensation Nikki was providing to me warmed the entirety of my
inner being.  Waves of warmth were crisscrossing my body, wrapping me in a
velvet blanket of gratification.  I could have spent an eternity just
having her do that to me.  As it was, I spent quite a long while that way,
and as I did so, my erection ratcheted up several notches.

   "Now, Nikki, I want you to let more of my penis inside your mouth and I
want you to wrap your tongue around it." Nikki brought her head down
accepting about half of my dick and I felt her tongue wrap itself around my
dick.  Speechless for several moments, I could only smile.

   Nikki looked up at me when I did that, and her eyes seemed to
acknowledge my appreciation.  The fear and humiliation that had been so
evident in her eyes earlier, had been replaced by a look of trust.

   The sensations Nikki was providing to me were so incredible, I began
salivating.  I could hardly form the words I wished to speak.  For a while,
"Good girl, Nikki," was about all I could utter.  I looked back down at
Nikki, and she was diligently working away, fairly well absorbed in what
she was doing.  "Nikki, I want you to press my penis onto the roof of your
mouth with your tongue, move your head up and down and allow my penis to
rub against the inside of your mouth." I looked down and Nikki looked back
at me.  Our eyes met, and for a moment I thought, perhaps...

   Sadly, I acknowledged that what I was seeing was just an electrical
response to some subroutine that I had initiated.  I on the other hand, was
experiencing an emotion I didn't want to accept, or believe.  "How," I
wondered, "Could I be enamored of this puppet?  Of this contraption?"

   But I was.  Somehow, I had slipped up, and gotten my wires terribly and
tragically crossed.  The irony of those words did not escape me.  "Oh God,"
I thought, "Tomorrow, Nikki's going to be reprogrammed and I'm going to
lose her forever.  She can never be mine.  She's the property of the trio
of inventors.  And I'll never see her again." I looked back down at Nikki
and realized that it could never work out.  She was of the ether, and I was
of the earth.  She was stone and I was but flesh and blood.

   Sometimes, the heart refuses to comprehend what the mind understands to
be the truth.  I knew that my chances of being able to love Nikki, and have
her love me back, were about equal to the chances of survival for a piece
of dog shit at a fly convention.  But that didn't stop me from dreaming,
nor did it stop the awesome wrenching on my heart.

   I was beginning to feel the tingling that signaled the eruption of my
man chowder, but, I was hoping for the consummate high, the ultimate
orgasm, the tsunami of erotic climaxes.  I was going to need to wait until
I was ready to explode before I could allow myself to come.  I began
reviewing my multiplication tables.

   "Nikki, you're doing great," I said.  "What I need you to do now is to
let my entire penis inside your mouth." I looked down at Nikki, she was
staring back at me with a look of apprehension.

   I should explain at this point that although Rod had an impressive
johnson, it wasn't too difficult for Nikki to accept him because he really
hadn't gotten much of an erection.  I on the other hand, was fully erect,
and as a result, I seemed more menacing to Nikki than he did.  In fact, I
probably was.  As a result Nikki questioned whether she would be able to
accept my hard-on without choking.

   "It's okay, Nikki, I know you can do this.  Just go slowly, and you'll
be all right." Nikki slowly brought her head down onto my penis.  After
going most of the way, she began to gag.  "Nikki, stick out your tongue as
far as you can, and try it again.  Oh, and hum something." I said.

   The DVD of my mind rewound to a time when someone had given me the exact
same instructions that I was now giving Nikki.  Briefly, the memory of my
first evening with Josh Shanny rolled through my head.  He had allowed me
to fuck him to completion.  Then, instead of fucking me back, he insisted
that I give him a blowjob, or, he said, he wouldn't give me back my
clothes, and he threatened to throw me out the door naked.

   When my mind warped back to the present, Nikki was doing a sensational
job of 'deep throating' me, and humming what sounded like a religious hymn.
I tried to continue with my multiplication tables, but the application of
Nikki's oral manipulation had become just too great to ignore.  I closed my
eyes and at that moment, Nikki brought her head down fully onto my member.
My entire body exploded into an unbelievable, trembling, rippling, surging,
orgasm.

   This happened while my cock was deep inside Nikki's throat.  I had
expected her to gag, heave and possibly even throw up, but instead Nikki
made a swallowing motion that compounded the sensitivity and cranked up the
intensity from fantastic to phenomenal.  I wanted to stand up and cheer,
but all I could do at that point was lay there, silent, still, spent,
sweaty, sucked dry and satisfied.

   After I'd spent a few moments recovering, I got off the bed.  Tom looked
up from his notebook, glanced at his watch said, facetiously, "You seem to
have set a new world record.  This was the longest session anyone has ever
had with Nikki." I ignored him.  I had enjoyed the time I had spent with
Nikki and nobody was going to take that away me.

   After I had finished, everybody else took another turn with Nikki. 
Basically, everything went pretty much okay for everyone, except, Rod, who
never achieved much of an erection, couldn't ejaculate and wound up with
blue balls.  Following his turn with Nikki, Rod had the look of a man who'd
discovered he'd been cheated during a poker game and stood up from the
table, his gun blazing (No, not that gun, I'm referring to side arms,
revolvers, you know, pistols, silly.) Rod pulled out his bag of white
powder and took a fairly large hit.  It was apparent to me that he was
trying to kind of 'burry himself' in it.

   I took another hit of the strange powder and then gave Nikki another
proctoscope exam.  Despite the powder, it took me a long time to climax. 
I'd lost count of how many times I'd already come during those few hours,
but I was sure it was a new record for me.  Certainly, it was in excess of
my appetite, and I wondered what the Guinness world record was for back to
back fucking was.  "Being a beta tester can be a tough job," I thought. 
"But somebody had to do it."

   While I was fucking Nikki, Rod had been doing more and more hits of the
powder.  When I looked at him after I'd finished, his face was flushed, his
eyes appeared as mere pinpoints, his fists and jaw were clenched, and froth
had begun to appear at the corners of his mouth.  (Never a good sign.)

   Tom and Jeff were planning to have their turns with Nikki next, but Rod
screamed, "I go, I go, it's my turn." loudly, and pushed them out of the
way.  Rod was obviously, heavily under the influence of the drug, but still
was unable to affect an erection.

   That didn't stop him from trying, Rod bounced his penis off Nikki's
asshole repeatedly, but couldn't make it inside even once.  "Open up,
bitch." He said.  Nikki attempted to do what Rod asked, but Rod was being
irrational.  What he was asking was pretty much impossible, even under the
best circumstances.  Nikki wasn't what one would call the consummate
working girl.  Today was her first day on the job, after all, and she
didn't yet have the skills to perform what Rod was expecting from her.

   "This is your last chance, whore." Said Rod.  I could see, Nikki was
trying, but she didn't know how to appease Rod.  Rod tried again and failed
again.  "That does it." He said.  With that, Rod went into the closet and
took out the black knife.

   "Whoa, Rod." Said Tom, "What are you planning to do with that knife?"

   "I'm going to make her wide enough to take me.  I'm just going to open
her up a little.  Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

   "Rod, we're not through playing with her yet, you're going to spoil her
for everybody else if you do that." Said Tom.

   "Well, I need to get my rocks off." Screamed Rod.  "You going to do that
for me?"

   Tom backed off.  I raised my hand.  Rod turned to me.  "What do you
want?" He asked, angrily.

   "I'll do it." I said.

   Rod smiled his big, ugly, toothy smile again.  "You sure you're not
biting off more than you can chew, there boy?"

   "Trust me." I said, smiling back.

   Rod walked up to me and pointed to the floor.  I got down on my knees.
"I don't suppose you'd have any knee pads I could use, would you?  OSHA
requirement, you know."

   Tom pulled a pillow off the bed.  "Will this work?" He asked.

   "That will be just fine." I answered.

   I got on top of the pillow, and Rod approached me.  I opened my mouth up
and began doing exactly the things I had been teaching Nikki to do.

   First, I began licking Rod's balls and I began to suck them into my
mouth.  I rolled them around with my tongue and Rod began to smile again.
This went on for a while then I told Rod to spread his legs and I began
licking his perineum.  For a while, I pleasured him there, Rod began
moaning softly in appreciation.  As yet, Rod still had no erection to speak
of.

   Next, I moved closer to Rod and began licking up and down Rod's 'seam.'
(This line of skin, kind of looks as if one's penis was die cast, in a
mold, and the manufacturer had neglected to sand down where the halves of
the mold joined.) Rod's moaning got noticeably louder.

   After a while, I moved my tongue and began to lick his frenulum.  Rod
continued moaning and his penis began to swell up, not by a lot, but some,
and I figured things were set in motion.

   Keeping my teeth well covered by my lips, (God forbid he should feel any
of my teeth.) I placed Rod's dick head into my mouth while continuing to
tongue his frenulum.  A small earthquake appeared to affect Rod's body,
which convulsed, shuddering in a tremor, as I did that.  I knew I was
getting to him.

   Soon, Rods penis began to get rather firm.  I began to allow more of
Rod's penis inside my mouth and started wrapping my tongue around it.  I
moved closer to Rod and began accepting about half of his dick.  Rod began
to smile with appreciation.

   At that point, Rod's penis began expanding.  It was at least seven and a
half inches once it was fully inflated.  (That's my favorite size.) I began
to press his penis onto the roof of my mouth with my tongue, and started
moving my head back and forth allowing his dick head to rub against the
ridges on the inside of my mouth.  I looked up at Rod's face again, and he
had this angelic glow, and a beautiful smile.  His eyes were closed.  He
did not see me.

   Rod was breathing like a marathon runner at the finish of a race.  His
ball sack began to shrink and his muscles began pulling his dick up.  I
recognized that he was fairly close to climaxing.  Thereupon, I began
accepting his entire dick into my throat.  I stuck my tongue out and each
time I went forward, I quickly licked his balls, before going back.  I did
this several times while narrowing the passage in my mouth and throat.  At
the same time, I began inserting my index finger into Rod's asshole
searching for his prostate gland.  Rod wasn't expecting this.  He stopped
moaning for a second and let out an inquisitive "uhh?" I found it, I began
poking at it at a pace, which was coordinated with my stroking.

   Rod's moaning had become something of an 'u huh huh huh' sound.  I began
humming the Valkyrie.  Suddenly, Rod's body lurched forward forcing his
penis deep into my throat.  I was ready for that.  I pressed down on his
penis as hard as I could with my tongue and swallowed.  Rod shot burst
after burst of hot jism into my throat where it passed harmlessly into my
stomach.  I pulled my head back and sucked the last few drops of the
delicious elixir from his penis and rolled them around on my tongue like a
fine wine.

   I looked up at Rod with his dick still in my mouth.  "YES, YES, YES, Oh
Yes." He said.  "Thank you Parker."

   If he'd been dying of thirst in the dessert, I don't think I could have
quenched his thirst any more than I did.

   I looked at Tom, he was taking notes again.

   Rod sat down on the edge of the bed to recover.  He was wearing a smile
on his face, which didn't fade for at least five minutes.  Jeff rolled some
joints, which the group passed around.  Tom had left the room.  When he
returned, he brought a couple six packs of ice cold beer with him.  I was
ready for a drink.  Besides having worked up a thirst from the Lewinski, I
had cottonmouth from the weed we had smoked.

   As we stood around, chewing the fat, Nikki piped in.  "Can somebody
untie me?  This is really uncomfortable." The three scientists all turned
at once to her and said "No." in unison.  Then they all broke out in a fit
of laughter.

   Jeff and Tom had been watching me give the gobbie to Rod.  Tom asked me
whether what I did for Rod was some kind of a mercy fuck, or whether I
genuinely enjoyed doing it.  I told them that I found it to be something of
a delicacy, an acquired taste for sure, but definitely something I had
acquired.

   Jeff began beating around the bush, (so to speak.) I cut him short and
asked plainly "Are you asking me for a blowjob?"

   Jeff explained that as a scientist...  he needed some basis of
comparison...  for the fembot.  "Strictly in the interest of science, you
understand." He said.

   "Strictly in the interest of science, of course." I said, with a wink.
"Of course."

   The crew had helped me find my way out of my blue funk what with their
having been so supportive of me and their having provided all of those
wonderful drugs, (Not to mention Nikki.) I was grateful.  So, I would have
done it anyway.  (Even if it hadn't been in the interest of science.)

   I looked at Tom.  He'd been listening intently.  "You too." I said. 
"Take a number, guys." I did Jeff first.  When I had completed doing him,
he looked more satisfied than he had on any of his excursions with Nikki.
After performing my magic on both of the scientists, I had to comment "You
will be giving me a byline on your thesis, won't you?  By the way, how did
we compare."

   "Well, you definitely did the better lollypop, but, to tell the truth,
Nikki had a much better vagina." Everybody laughed.

   While he was waiting for me to finish with Tom and Jeff, Rod had had a
chance to recover.  His respiration had returned to normal.  He'd taken
numerous hits of the powder and he seemed angry again.

   "Well," said Tom, "it's time to begin doing the 'acid test.'"

   "Yes," agreed Jeff.  "Definitely."

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "We need to see how durable she is."

   "Durable?" I asked.

   "Yes, how much stress can the unit take before it fails.  And how well
will it perform under adverse conditions."

   "Stress?" I asked.

   "Yes, I'll show you." Said Jeff.  With that, he went to the closet and
pulled out a wooden dowel about three feet long and three eighths of an
inch wide.  He walked up to Nikki's rear end and with a full stroke of his
arm, struck her with it.  The stick landed squarely on Nikki's bare ass
making a sickening crack.  Nikki winced and shouted, loudly.  Her ass
cheeks tightened together.

   Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?  She's doing everything we've been
asking her to do."

   "Don't worry," said Jeff, "remember, fembot." With that he struck her
again.  This time, Nikki's whole body convulsed, she screamed loudly and
began making a whining sound.  Liquid began seeping out of her eyes.

   I had forgotten briefly, but now I remembered.  Fembot, right.  That
didn't stop me from recoiling in horror.  "Must we do this?  She seems to
be performing just fine the way she is." I said.

   "Acid test!" Said Tom.

   "Yes, acid test." Said Rod, nodding and smiling.

   Two long, thin, red welts began developing on Nikki's ass at the sites
where the dowel had struck.

   Tom ran his hand over the welts.  He looked up at Jeff and Rod, nodding.
They nodded back.  Tom slammed the cane into Nikki's ass several more
times.

   Nikki responded the same way with each blow.  Her body shook, her ass
cheeks tightened up, she screamed and red welts raised up on the formerly
spotless ass.  From that point on, the tears and the crying sound she made,
pretty much went on continuously.

   Soon, Nikki's ass began to look kind of like a red barbeque grill with a
crack in it.  After Tom had delivered about ten blows to Nikki, he handed
the lash to Jeff.  Jeff continued with the 'test.' Jeff issued about ten
blows and handed the switch to Rod.

   Rod stood at the bottom of the bed and began slamming the stick into
Nikki, vertically.  By the time Rod was finished, Nikki's ass was
crosshatched with painful red welts.  By now, 'black and blue' bruising was
visible at the edges of some of the red streaks.  Rod handed the lash to
me.

   I tried refusing to take it, but the three inventors all looked at me
and said 'beta test.' I refused it again and Tom said "I know what you
need." He went over to his pants and pulled the small plastic bag out. 
Without waiting for a go-ahead from me, he poured a sizable amount of the
powder onto his hand and stuck it under my nose.  I snorted the powder and
felt better.

   I still wasn't willing to grab the stick.  He poured me some more
powder. I tried refusing that too, but the trio of inventors would have
none of that.  Badgered by the peer pressure, I accepted the second dose.

   Whereas the first hit appeared to have brightened everything up, the
second hit had an entirely opposite effect.  Suddenly the brightness was
gone, it had been replaced with a grayish overtone over everything, like on
a stormy day.  My whole body felt numb, and I couldn't remember why I might
have refused to take the lash; everything seemed to make perfect sense now.


   I grabbed the stick from Rod, I could feel its power.  I took a test
swing through the air.  It made a wonderful swooshing sound when I did
that. It made the same sound as it glided through the air and landed on
Nikki's ass with a forceful crack.  With glee, I dealt Nikki ten strong
blows.  I smiled as I watched Nikki flinch each time I struck.  Her screams
and the sharp report were music to my ears.  After I had completed my ten
blows, I said "I want another turn."

   "Have at her." Said Jeff.

   This time, I stood at the foot of the bed.  I swung as hard as I could,
aiming for the crack of her ass.  By now, several of the lash marks had
begun to bleed slightly.  Nikki was weeping loudly now, for some reason, I
found that funny.

   I looked down, and realized that I had a significant hard-on.  "Can we
stop for a few minutes?  I want to fuck her again." I said.

   "That sounds like a good idea." Said Jeff.  I looked at his pants, he
was tenting.

   "I want first 'crack,' if you get my meaning." I said.

   The trio of scientists were okay with that.  I climbed up onto the bed
on my knees.  Nikki was still strapped to that triangular box, so it was a
simple matter for me to pounce onto her readily accessible asshole, which I
did literally.  I struck a bulls eye, Mister Winky stabbing deeply into her
tight, unexpanded butt hole.  Nikki let out a brief shout then a long moan.
Without so much as a how do you do, I began pumping away.  Nikki continued
to moan and to sob quietly as I did so.  Her butt was warmer than usual, I
guessed it was from the lashings.

   I didn't procrastinate; I just got down to business and essentially
masturbated into her rectum.  It didn't take long; I was in and out in no
time.  It felt great.  No flowers, no dinner, no games, no wooing, no
foreplay, no hassles, no worries, just indulgent, gratifying, hedonistic
sex.

   Everybody had another round of the white powder, then we all took
another turn with the lash while Nikki sobbed continually.  "Is everybody
done with her ass?" Asked Tom.

   I said that I was done with her ass but I wanted another 'shot' (So to
speak) with her delicious tight cunt.  "Fine" said Tom.  "Let's see what
sort of damage we can do to her ass first." What I didn't realized then,
was that when he said damage, he meant it literally.  Tom went to the
closet and pulled out a packing box.

   Tom went into the box and pulled out a candle.  Jeff and Rod nodded
approvingly.  I looked puzzled, I was.  Tom proceeded to stuff the candle
into Nikki's asshole until about an inch of it was left exposed.  Tom lit
the candle.  Then he pulled out his bag of weed and filled the bowl on the
bong.

   "How are we going to know when the candle has burned down enough?" Asked
Jeff.

   "Don't worry, we'll know.  Said Tom.

   We began smoking, using the same lighter Tom had used to light the
candle and after filling the bowl for the third time, Nikki began
screaming. "Oh God, please.  No, please somebody stop this.  Oh help,
please."

   We stood around the bed passing the bong around, watching Nikki
thrashing around, and trembling, listening to her screaming until the
candle burned down low enough for it to become extinguished by her cheeks.
By then, there was a visible circle of what appeared to be well done meat
surrounding the area where the candle had been.  Nikki continued gasping as
we watched and passed the bong around with another load in it.

   "Pretty damn realistic subroutines." I said.  The trio nodded their
heads in agreement.  Someone took out their bag of powder and we all did
large hits of it.

   Next, Tom removed a rubber mallet and a black rubber cone about eight
inches long and about three inches in diameter at its widest point.  Tom
placed some kind of grease on the cone and proceeded to stuff it into
Nikki's asshole.  Before he'd even stuffed the first inch of it in, Nikki
began screaming "No, oh God, please no.  Oh stop, for God's sake, please."
Apparently, Nikki's circuits were still responding to the stimulus from the
candle.

   Tom ignored her, of course, and continued to stuff the cone into her
back door as hard as he could.  Nikki's screams got louder the deeper he
went.  After he got about a third of the way in, the diameter was probably
about an inch wide.  Tom was finding it hard to stuff it in any deeper.  He
grabbed the mallet and began hammering the cone in.  Nikki was probably
screaming as loud as she could, it was getting pretty noisy in there.

   Tom continued tapping the mallet lightly, and slowly the cone began to
disappear.  With each tap, Nikki screamed again.  After he had pounded it
about two thirds of the way in there was an audible popping sound like a
water balloon bursting.  I had thought Nikki's screaming couldn't get any
louder.  I was wrong.  Nikki's screaming reached a crescendo; Jeff and Rod
simultaneously stuck their fingers in their ears.

   From then on, each tap of the Mallet was accompanied by a tearing sound,
like a seam coming apart.  The cone began to move more rapidly with each
tap, until finally, it disappeared into her asshole.  At that point, deep
red fluid began seeping between her butt cheeks.  Tom got his notebook and
began writing what seemed to be a long sequence of entries in it.

   Tom brought out a permanent marker and drew a set of concentric circles
on Nikki's ass.  Then he took out a set of darts and offered them to me. 
"What the hell," I figured, "I'm good at darts." I found my pants and
pulled out my wallet.

   I said, "Twenty bucks says I can hit a bulls eye on my first set." Jeff
went to his pants and pulled out his wallet.  I threw my first dart.  It
hit Nikki's ass, but wasn't a bulls eye.  Nikki responded with a short
yelp, and squeezed her cheeks together.  I threw again.  This time it
landed in Nikki's leg, she let out another short outcry and she squeezed
her butt cheeks together again.  I threw again.  This time it hit its mark.
Nikki shrieked and squeezed again.

   "Double or nothing?" I asked.

   "Sure, but only if you can do it with one of the three darts you have
left." said Jeff.

   I took another throw.  This one hit home on my first try.  "Keep your
money," I said.  I threw the other two darts, both landed on the money. 
Nikki let out a short cry and squeezed each time they hit.  "I used to
hustle people for a living.  I did pretty good as you can see.  The trick
is to make it look harder than it is."

   Tom did more writing into his notebook.

   We passed some more pot around and snorted some more powder while the
trio threw darts at Nikki, reveling in her responses.  Eventually everybody
got tired of the game.  Naturally, Tom entered some more stuff into his
book.

   "Time to turn her back over." Said Rod.  Tom and Jeff untied her legs
while Rod removed the triangular box and put it back in the closet.  When
we turned her over she did not do any of the resisting she had done when we
had turned her over originally.  When we lay her on her back however, her
circuits must have detected the damage we had done to her asshole, because
she began screaming again.

   Rod and I took the ropes and Tom and Jeff grabbed her legs.  Tom and
Jeff pulled with all their might.  Nikki's legs just kept spreading.  She
was screaming like crazy, but there seemed to be no limit on the distance
they could be spread.  When finally we tied the ropes, Nikki's legs were
spread pretty much to the sides of the bed, nearly forming a 'T'.

   "Everybody done with her cunt?" Asked Tom.

   I raised my hand, "I'm not." I said.

   To my surprise, I was horny again.  Something in the powder must have
had aphrodisiac properties because I couldn't get sated.  "I'd like to get
just one last fuck out of it before it's destroyed, if it's okay."

   "Okay, but hurry." Said Tom, with a knowing smile.  He began entering
into his book again.

   I wasn't sure whether he was serious or not about the hurrying but I had
planned to drink some of Nikki's delicious juice before finishing with her.
I climbed up on the bed and flopped onto Nikki's cunt.  With her legs
spread so far apart, there was a gaping hole between her labia.  I stuck my
tongue in and was rewarded with a refreshing flow of her fluids.

   The taste was mostly the same except there was a slightly sour flavor to
it, which I recognized as the way a vagina tastes after a woman has been
well stressed.  I had discovered this when I had a relationship with a
woman who was a masochist.  I lay there lapping it up, thinking "Wow,
they've thought of everything.  What genius." I knew the guys were waiting
for me to finish, but I wanted to satisfy my thirst before satisfying my
hunger, if you know what I mean.

   I continued sucking on her until I smelled the aroma of cannabis.  I
figured it was the guys way of hinting that they wanted me to finish.  By
then, Nikki was moaning softly, her circuits simulating appreciation of my
stimulation.  Reluctantly I left my station and climbed up onto Nikki's
body.

   Nikki's circuits were still responding to the stimulus of tearing her
asshole apart and all, so when I climbed onto her pelvis, the pressure on
her ass caused her to begin screaming again.  It was a little distracting,
but I managed to stuff my wad into Nikki's tight box and do the dirty. 
Suffice it to say, I had a good time.

   The inventors were still passing the bong around, so I took a couple of
hits.  Then we did some more of the powder.  I was getting to know the
rhythm of the trio's activities.  Tom pulled out what looked like an
electronic stimulating machine from the box.  It's the kind, which is
normally used by body builders to strengthen their muscles.

   Normally, there is a compartment for a couple of batteries to operate
it. This unit had been fitted with an additional compartment, which proved
to contain a large number of batteries.  The batteries were hooked up in
series, obviously to provide considerably more voltage than normal.

   Tom brought out a number of sticky pads, of the kind used in the
hospital for electro cardiograms.  He began placing them on sensitive areas
of Nikki's body.  He placed one on each of her breasts, centered on her
nipples, a couple on her chest over her abs and one on each of her labia
minora.  He attached a wire from the device to each of the pads.  Then he
took out a rod about three quarters of an inch wide and six inches long and
after attaching a wire to that, he stuffed it all the way up her twat until
it disappeared.

   "You want to do the honors?" He asked me.

   "Sure, what do I do?" I answered.

   "Just push this button." He said pointing to a red button on the battery
compartment.

   "How long?" I asked.

   "As long as you like." Said Tom.

   I pressed the button.  Nikki's body convulsed.  Her mouth opened and she
sat bolt upright.  Then all her muscles tensed up and she began making a
low sound, kind of an "Uhuhuhuhuh" sound.  She kept this sound up until it
was obvious she had run out of air, at which point it stopped.  Curious, I
continued to hold down the button.

   "You should let it go now." Said Tom.

   I let it go.  Nikki collapsed onto the bed and took a long gulp of air.
For a few moments she continued to breathe heavily, until finally, her
respiration returned to normal.

   "Pretty cool, right?" Said Tom.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Can I do it again?"

   "Go ahead." Said Tom.  I did it again.  Nikki sat up again, stiffened up
and began her low utterance again.  Once again, I continued to press the
button until Tom told me to let go.

   Each of us tried the new toy.  There was a dial on the box which turned
the voltage higher and lower.  As we continued to use the box, Tom began
turning up the power little by little.  We all enjoyed watching her abrupt
motions and continued to play with it and with her, for about half an hour
as we passed the battery compartment around.  The bong soon followed.  Then
we each took a hit of the powder and I got an idea.

   "Can we remove the rod from her cunt and then do it?  I'd like to try
something."

   Tom looked around.  Everybody seemed fine with it.  Tom pulled on the
wire sticking out of Nikki's cookie and the rod slid easily out.  "Give me
the box." I said.  Tom handed the box to me and I climbed on top of Nikki
and stuck my manhood into her temple.

   Then, I pressed the button gingerly for a fraction of a second.  I could
feel Nikki's body tensing up under mine, as her abs muscles tightened up
and tried to make her sit up.  With my body on top of hers, that just
wasn't a possibility.  What was more important though, was that to my
delight, Nikki's cunt muscles tightened radically onto my dick in a really
satisfying way.  I tried it again, only this time for longer.

   What I was hoping would happen, happened.

   Without causing me any pain, Nikki's vaginal muscles contracted
strenuously onto my penis, massaging me in a fantastically erotic way. 
When I released the button, her muscles released my dick.  I began pushing
the button repeatedly and Nikki's vaginal muscles continued to contract and
pull on my dick and then release, each time I pressed and then let go.

   I was in seventh heaven.  There I was fucking, without having to do any
of the annoying calisthenics that are normally required.  The incredibly
erotic situation was more than a little stimulating.

   For a few seconds, all of my problems, along with the entire world, the
heavens and everything else, disappeared and the only things I perceived
were Nikki's body trying to stiffen up beneath me, my dick, Nikki's cunt
tightening on to it, and tingling deep inside.  Hoping to make the
thrilling experience last as long as I could, I tried working my way
through the multiplication tables, but the situation was just to
stimulating to ignore.  Within seconds, I ejaculated robustly deep within
Nikki's vagina, causing me satisfaction beyond belief.

   Earlier, after I had tried each of Nikki's holes, I expected that things
couldn't possibly be any better than that; I was wrong.  It just had.

   For a while, I could only lie on the bed, exhausted.  Finally I got up.
Only a short time had passed between the time I had begun and the time I
completed.  The trio didn't realize that things had progressed so rapidly.
"Not what you expected, huh?" Asked Rod.

   Still reeling from what possibly had been the best orgasm I'd ever had,
and a little groggy, I shook my head 'no' and said, "No, way better!  You
gotta' try this.  Gimmie another hit of that powder and some reefer."

   The guys got all excited upon hearing this.  Tom filled and then lit up
the bong, but after one hit, he couldn't wait any longer.  He had to try
it. Tom climbed on the bed and then jumped onto Nikki, literally.

   One by one the guys tried out the new technique.  Tom's comment was "You
know this procedure might replace actual sex."

   Jeff went next.  He was done in a heartbeat.  All he could say was
"Awesome."

   Rod looked sheepish.  He asked me if I might help him attain a hard-on
so he could try the new method.  "Don't worry, you won't need a boner. 
Nikki will take care of everything." I said, "Just stick it in.  You won't
have to do any work."

   Rod stuck it in, and he didn't need to do any work.  Nikki massaged his
flaccid penis sensuously, effectively and utterly.  It didn't take Rod any
longer to climax than any of us did.

   Everybody took another turn using the new technique.  After we had
satisfied ourselves we forced Nikki do at least two hundred sit-ups.  At
that point, the batteries wore down.  The entertainment value of the box
wore down with them.  Tom made some notes in the book.

   The next round of smoke and powder was consumed by a group of highly
satisfied customers.  "What should we do now?" Asked Jeff.

   "More acid testing." Said Tom.

   "Right, what kind?" Asked Rod.

   "How about using real acid?" Suggested Jeff.

   "Good idea." Said Tom.

   Nikki heard what we were planning and began screaming.  "Oh God, no,
please, don't." I realized then, that she was probably endowed with only a
small vocabulary for these situations and these were the only words she had
at her disposal when her subroutines ran.  Everybody ignored her.  Tom ran
to the closet and brought out a bottle of liquid and an eyedropper.

   Everybody stood around and watched as Tom filled the eyedropper with the
liquid.  Nikki began shaking her head violently back and forth.  Despite
her small size, Nikki gave us quite a run for our money.  It took three of
us to hold her still and hold one of her eyes open.

   Tom took the dropper, stood over her face and looked directly into
Nikki's open eye, smiling.  Then he squirted the dropper full of liquid
into Nikki's eye.  Smoke or maybe it was steam, began rising from her eye.
Nikki began screaming again (possibly the loudest she had yet) and she
shook her head so hard, that the three of us were unable to immobilize it.

   We all watched with enthusiasm as Nikki's eye continued to smoke, and
then began to darken and turn black.  Tears, or whatever they were, began
streaming out of her eye like a leaky faucet.  Nikki's screaming continued,
nonstop.

   Tom refilled the dropper and after we held her down again, he squirted a
load into her other eye.  This eye too, began smoking, darkening and then
turned black.  Nikki was screaming at the top of her lungs.  Her voluminous
tearing continued for a while, but soon stopped.  I figured her reservoir
had emptied out.  By then, her eyelids had sealed shut.

   After Nikki had calmed down somewhat, Tom pealed back her eyelid and
looked inside.  It was pretty gross in there.  The white of her eye had
turned a dark color and was indistinguishable from her pupil.  We decided
to pull the eyelid back down again, which made all of us more comfortable.

   Tom entered something in his notebook.  "What now?" He asked.

   "I want a memento." I said.

   "What kind of memento?" Asked Jeff.

   "I don't know, maybe one of her labs, maybe, or a breast, I guess.  How
about both?" I asked.

   "Sure," said Jeff.  "Use the knife."

   Nikki could no longer see me, but she heard me.  She began screaming,
writhing and twisting with all her might.  I reached down and grabbed one
of her labia minora firmly between my thumb and forefinger.

   Nikki put up one hell of a fight.  Before I could bring the knife over,
she had wriggled her way out of my grasp.  Jeff saw my plight.  He sat down
on the bed over one side of the two by four.  Tom sat down on the other
side.  This pretty much immobilized her.  At least it was enough to allow
me to grab her labia again.

   I pulled the piece of flesh taught.  I brought the knife over to it. 
Then, starting at the top as close to the entrance to her vagina as
possible I slowly began cutting it off.  Despite being restrained, Nikki
was still moving too much for me to do a neat job.

   After cutting about halfway down, the knife started traveling
diagonally, away from her vagina.  I really didn't want any rough edges on
my souvenir, so I asked Rod to sit on her mid section to help keep her
still.  Then I grabbed the other labia.

   This time, the knife traveled straight across the labia, through to the
other side, giving me a perfect cut.  By then, red liquid was forming at
the site of the cuts I had made.  I placed my keepsake on the mattress and
moved over to collect my other trophy.

   Nikki's screaming seemed to have become somewhat muted by then.  She was
sobbing now, quietly.  Her flesh seemed pale and body was trembling.  She
seemed exhausted.  Also, she seemed not to be fighting as hard.  I figured
that her batteries were finally beginning to run out.  It had been a long
day, especially for Nikki, I thought.

   "Been a long day, huh Nikki?" I asked her.  Nikki responded, speaking
very slowly.  I couldn't understand what she was saying.  It sounded like a
different language.  I wondered if Tom had programmed some phrases in some
other language just to make things interesting.

   I looked around, Tom was writing in his book again.

   I grabbed Nikki's nipple and pulled it out about two inches out from her
chest, Nikki hardly stirred when I did that.  Then I drew the knife across
the area, neatly removing it at a point about a quarter of an inch beyond
her areola.  Nikki let out a sharp scream briefly when I did that, but then
she stopped.

   I picked up the labia I had removed earlier and placed it with the
nipple, into my wallet.  "Sometime," I reflected, "maybe months, even years
from now, I would find these pieces and remember Nikki, the trio of
scientists and some of the best pot, white powder and sex I had ever had."
I smiled to myself in recognition.

   "Well," said Tom, let's see what else we have in the 'magic box.'" He
said smiling.  He reached in and pulled out a staple gun.  "I don't suppose
you want to reattach her nipple, do you?" Everybody laughed.  Tom pulled
out an electric screwdriver.  "We don't need this, we've already screwed
her, plenty."

   Tom pulled out a ruler.  He turned to Nikki and sang the chorus to the
song "How deep is your love." Then he stuck the ruler inside her.  The
ruler only went in about three inches at first, but as he put pressure on
the end of it, it began to go in deeper.  It continued going in deeper and
further before finally stopping at about nine inches.  "Huh." He said,
obviously impressed.  Tom began writing in the notebook again.

   "I'm tired of doing all the work, who wants to take a turn with her?" He
asked.

   Rod raised his hand.  "I do, I do." He said excitedly.

   Tom moved out of Rod's way, and began rolling a joint.  Rod began
punching Nikki in the solar plexus.  The first shot took her breath away
and caused her to double over.  The subsequent blows were basically
superfluous in that Nikki really wasn't responding any more than she
already had done.  That didn't stop Rod.  He continued to hammer away at
her chest with both of his fists, until he got tired.  I realized that
there must be a lot of anger inside Rod to make him so violent.

   Tom passed around the joint he had rolled and we all paused while we
smoked it.  Naturally, the joint was followed by another round of powder.
Jeff looked inside the box and pulled something out.  "Hey, what's this
for?" He asked.

   Tom said, "That's a spreader tool.  We've measured her depth, now we
need to find out how wide we can stretch her cunt before it fails."

   I raised my hand.  "What, Parker?" Asked Tom.

   "I would like to fuck her one last time before you do that, if that's
okay." I answered.

   "Damn, you want to go again?" Asked Tom, amused.  "Okay, but hurry.  We
don't have all night, you know."

   I asked Jeff for another hit of the powder.  He indulged me.

   Stoked up on the powder, I jumped onto Nikki and set to my task. 
Nikki's gash felt different with one of her labs missing and the other
halfway detached.  It didn't feel worse, just different.  I continued
stroking away.  Nikki was no longer gyrating underneath me the way she had
been.  It was a little discouraging having her so still.  But I made the
best of it and eventually through my efforts and with a little help from
the powder, I shot my final load into her and said my final goodbye to her
twat.

   The guys had passed another couple of bowls full around, to pass the
time while I was busy.  I grabbed hold of the bong and took a few hits one
after the other, to catch up.

   Tom grabbed the tool Jeff had pulled out of the box.  He placed two long
bars from it into Nikki's vagina vertically and began squeezing on the
handgrip.  As he did so, the grip began to ratchet the bars apart, about a
sixteenth of an inch at a time.

   Slowly, the bars began spreading her cunt towards the ends of her
existing limits.  Nikki's cunt was about three quarters of an inch high, so
it didn't take long for the spreader to reach the top and bottom.  Tom was
working slowly though, I think he was working slowly to make the experience
more intriguing for us, by drawing out the length of time it took before
Nikki's box failed and the experiment ended.

   Nikki seemed uncomfortable, but she wasn't fighting Tom.  She said
something, it was gibberish.  As Tom continued squeezing the handgrip
Nikki's cunt became longer and longer.  I looked up, everybody had this
expression which resembled a kid watching and waiting for a snake to pounce
on a rat.  After stretching about three inches, Tom paused and asked for
the bong.

   Tom continued spreading.  At four inches, Tom took another hit.  Then,
he suggested jokingly, that maybe we should have a pool, betting on how far
apart Nikki's thing could be spread before it fails.  Then he continued. 
Sixteen clicks later, Nikki was at five inches.  Tom took the ruler and
measured.  Five inches on the dot.  He continued squeezing.  Somehow, Nikki
just kept getting longer and longer.  Nikki was obviously in great
discomfort, but she wasn't responding much.  She wasn't twisting or
screaming, or anything.

   Finally, at about six and a half inches, there was a snapping sound,
like wood crackling in a fire.  A fissure developed near the middle of her
orifice.  Red liquid began seeping out.  Nikki let out a quiet moan.  Tom
continued spreading her apart, and the fissure began to get longer.  After
the tool had spread her cunt about eight inches, Tom stopped.  The fissure
had become so wide that the fluid seeping from it was virtually spurting
out.  A large pool had formed underneath it.  "I think we've found out what
we were hoping to learn from this exercise." Tom said.  He pulled out his
notebook and made another entry.  This was followed by another round of
drugs.

   "Well," I asked, "What's next?"

   "We've pretty much found out everything we were hoping to find." Said
Tom.  He looked at Jeff.  Jeff shrugged his shoulders and looked at Rod.

   Rod looked at the ceiling searching for an answer, suddenly his face
brightened up and he said "I know, let's gut stab her and would fuck her."

   "What's that?" I asked, shocked.

   "It's just what it sounds like." Rod said.  "Here watch this." Before
anybody could react, Rod grabbed the black knife and thrust it into the
center of Nikki's chest at an angle.  Nikki responded weakly, but
nevertheless, emphatically.  Rod then held his arm out, beckoning me.  "I
think this it's your fuck." He said smiling.

   To tell the truth, I was a little turned off by the idea, besides, I'd
already come about ten times that day, so I really, really wasn't that
horny.  However, in acknowledgment, of Rod's potential for acts of
violence, and in that Rod was still holding the knife when he made that
gesture, I was loath to refuse.

   "How about one of you guys going first for a change?" I asked.

   "I wouldn't think of it." Said Jeff.  "You're our guest, and besides,
you're our beta tester.  The honor is yours, and so is the responsibility.
Don't tell me you've never fucked somebody's knife wound before?  Hey, I've
got an idea, let's do a few more reefers first."

   Though Jeff talked about it as if it was common place, the truth was,
believe it or not, I had never fucked a knife wound before, and probably,
never in a million years, would I even have thought of it.  Nor was I
actually looking forward to it.  I was glad Jeff was rolling those joints,
because they were giving me some time to think up an excuse.  My brain
shifted into gear as I grabbed hold of the first of several doobies that
Jeff rolled and took a toke.

   By the time the third of Jeff's joints had sailed around, I still hadn't
thought up a suitable excuse, other than the obvious one that I wasn't
horny anymore.  I was pretty sure that I knew what they were going say
regarding that.

   Before the third joint had burned out, Tom took out his bag of powder
and passed it to me.  There went my excuse.  I began to steel myself in
preparation for what I was sure was going to be a long and arduous,
Herculean task.

   I knew that Nikki was nothing but a conglomeration of synthetic
materials, just a clever contraption, a mere pile of nuts and bolts, but,
somehow, I liked Nikki.  During my short but rewarding time with her, I had
developed a healthy respect for her.  And doing this, seemed, I don't know,
disrespectful, distasteful disagreeable and disturbing.

   So, first I tried telling the guys that this new sport really didn't
appeal to me.  They reminded me that I had told them that I was willing to
try anything once.  They said that they were going to hold me to it.

   I took a large hit of the powder and my conscience went away, along with
my inhibitions and any compunction I might have had.  In fact, the way
things appeared at that moment, this had to be done for God and my country.
I set to the task with vigor, strength and commitment.

   Nikki's batteries now appeared to be almost exhausted.  I climbed on top
of her and there was hardly any response.  When I stuck my dick into the
hole, there was a brief shudder and then nothing.  Frankly, in the state of
mine I was in, I was quite discouraged.  I liked the old Nikki, fiery,
feisty, frantic, fighting, and full of piss and vinegar.  Expended as she
was, Nikki held no real interest for me and provided no satisfaction for me
either.  I continued plugging away, but never really got anywhere.

   Finally I got down from the bed, defeated.  "I'm sorry, guys," I said,
"I just can't keep it up any longer." I was referring to my being unable to
continue the act of fucking, but Jeff looked down at my dick, smiling, and
said "Looks like you're keeping it up just fine."

   "And plenty long too." Said Tom, who was also pointing and smiling.

   "You fucking wimp," said Rod, "I'll do it."

   I looked at Rod's unit.  His hard-on was pretty much the strongest I had
seen it.  He jumped on top of Nikki and began rapidly and energetically
pumping away.  Different strokes, I guess.

   At that point, Nikki's red fluid was seeping out from everywhere.  She
had already oozed what I estimated to be about half a gallon.  The bed
sheets were covered in it and there was a good deal of it on my and Rod's
body, especially by our genitals.  For the first time, I thought that the
fake blood was, perhaps a bit of an overkill.  "A simple trickle of it
would be suggestive enough," I thought.  "This amount was just messy."

   I expressed my view to Tom.  He pulled out his notebook and scratched a
couple of notes into it.

   Tom pulled out his plastic bag of powder again and we all took a snort.
Then he poured out a second dose of it.  The three inventors each took
second hit of the powder.  I joined them.  Then they passed around a third
hit.  When Tom got to me I told him that I'd had enough, but everybody else
insisted that I take it.  Not wanting to be a spoilsport, (or cross Rod,) I
took another hit.

   Whereas the first hits appeared to have brightened everything up, after
the third hit the paranoia from the pot returned.  It seemed to be
enhanced, amplified even, and the brightness was gone, it had been replaced
with a grayish overtone like on a stormy day.  While the first hits made me
feel as if I was part of the gang, this second hit made me feel as if I had
never belonged.  The first hit made me had feel cordial and friendly, but
the second hit alienated me from everybody.

   Suddenly, it seemed as if I was standing alone, on the opposite side of
the room from everybody else.  Even though I could feel the rough material
of Jeff's jacket rubbing against my elbow, and smell the beer Tom had drunk
on his breath, it seemed as if everybody was miles away.

   I felt something touch my arm and I whirled around suddenly, the way you
do when you think an insect has landed on you.  It was Tom.  He was
offering me a fourth hit of the powder.  After the third hit had had such a
negative effect on me, I refused.  "Better feel it'll you make." He said.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Feel ter'll you make betit." He said.

   "What?" I asked again, confused.

   "It'll better you make feel." He said.

   "Oh," I said finally understanding.  "What the hell." I thought to
myself, "Can't get any worse than this," I decided at last.  "Okay, what
the hell." I said.

   Tom held out his hand for me and I inhaled the powder.  After a couple
of seconds, the paranoia went away along with the malaise I had been
experiencing.  It was replaced with a feeling of stamina, gutsiness and
something I couldn't put my finger on.

   Tom said "So tell me about this ex-girlfriend of yours." Suddenly, I
identified the feeling I had been unable to describe.  It was anger.

   I began spilling my guts, talking about the baby Nicole had wanted, the
way she left her hair in the drain after she shampooed.  I talked about how
she would put my things away before I was done using them, the way she
refused to let me go drinking with my buddies anymore, the way she'd change
the channel in the middle of the ball game.  I told him about how she
insisted that I watch those awful chick flicks with her all the time. 
Basically, I talked about all of the problems we had.

   "I'm sensing a lot of anger there." Said Tom smiling, holding out
another dose of the powder for me.

   "Damn right." I said.  Then I snorted the powder he'd held out for me.
Just as the first hits of the mysterious powder had made the world seem
brighter, and the third hit had made the world seem grayer, these
subsequent hits had tinted the world with a pinkish hue (kind of like
wearing 'rose colored glasses'.)

   "And she's always leaving her used Kotex on the top of the trash can and
she's always drinking that sissy wine and she's always late, damn it,
everywhere we go, I'm always late, because of her." I had worked myself up
into a full-blown conniption fit.  I could feel my blood pressure raising,
my hands were knotted up into fists, I was clenching my jaw.

   Tom offered me another hit of the powder.  "That all?" He asked.  I took
the hit.

   "NO, THAT'S NOT ALL, SHE MAKES ME GO SHOPPING WITH HER, ALL THE TIME, I
HATE SHOPPING, AND SHE FARTS IN BED, AND STINKS UP THE BATHROOM ALL THE
TIME.  AND SHE MAKES ME MOW THE LAWN TWICE A WEEK AND SHE'S CONSTANTLY
HIDING MY THINGS, CLAIMS SHE'S JUST PUTTING THEM AWAY, BUT I KNOW SHE
REALLY JUST DOES IT BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO ANNOY ME.  AND SHE THREW MY STUFF
OUT ONTO THE STREET AND LOCKED ME OUT OF THE HOUSE.  THAT FUCKING BITCH!  I
HATE HER!"

   I continued to rant and scream.  Before long, I was literally foaming at
the mouth.  Tom was smiling.  "That's right buddy, let it all out." I was
more than ready to let it all out, I wanted to punch something.  I looked
around for a wall I could use, but all of the walls were concrete.  The
only other things in the room were the steel door, the bed, Tom, Rod, Jeff
and Nikki.  As I looked at Nikki, the pinkish tinge to the room became more
focused.  Nikki seemed to be a likely substitute for my ex.  Suddenly I
understood.  "Fucking Nikki." I said, as I turned to the fembot.  "Is it
okay if I break the robot?" I asked Tom.

   Tom Rod and Jeff began smiling.  "Actually, that's what she was created
for.  This is what 'the doctor ordered.'" Said Tom.  "Any rubber doll can
fuck you, but this fembot was created to allow people to let their anger
out.  To provide something on which one can vent their frustrations.  Have
another hit of the powder." He said, holding out his hand, with a fairly
large dose of the powder on it.  I took the dose.

   After I took the dose, the pink tinge that I had been seeing all over
everything went away.  Instead, I was seeing red.  After that, my memory is
a blur.  I'm not entirely sure what happened.  I have vague recollections
of clenched fists and of Nikki screaming and blood spilling and Tom, Jeff
and Rod encouraging me to "Do it.  Yeah, do it again." When I came to, my
clothes and arms were covered in blood, my knuckles were skinned and in
pain and Nikki wasn't moving.  Tom, Rod and Jeff were gone.  The door to
the laboratory was open.  I ran upstairs but the house was empty.

   I went back downstairs; Nikki was lifeless.  Her face was swollen and
misshapen, the area around her eyes appeared blackened, her nose was broken
and a large hole had been carved into her chest.  On the floor, near the
bed was the black knife I had used to remove her blouse.  It too was
covered in blood.  Next to that, was a chunk of what appeared to be meat.
When I looked more closely at the meat, I realized that it was the piece
that had been carved from Nikki's chest.  I examined the hole in Nikki's
chest.

   Briefly, my heart stopped beating in my chest.  Inside, there were no
wires, no transistors, no circuit boards, no microchips, only lifeless
human organs.  Nikki had not been a fembot at all, she had actually been a
'real live human being'.  Tom, Jeff and Rod had lied to me.

   Well Father, that's my confession.  For what I have done, I am truly
sorry.  Please, Father, I need to know whether Sally will be allowed within
the gates of heaven without her hymen?

   "Yes my son, Sally has done nothing wrong."

   Father, will I?

   "You too have been manipulated, but that is not for me to say, my son.
For now, say ten Hail Mary's, an Our Father and recite a good act of
contrition for having impure thoughts." Endd