Author: Sterling Title: Blessed Leader Hears You. He Sees You. He fucks You. Summary: Blessed Leader rules his land with an iron fist. His lust is strong, and he tries to impregnate two girls a day. But he wants his sexual prowess to be more widely appreciated. He finds a way to mate with thousands of his subjects at once. Keywords: MF, Mf, coer, het, horror, robot, preg, toys NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 8/3/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Blessed Leader Hears You. He Sees You. He fucks You. Jing lay back on her bed, naked, legs spread wide. Her regular lover lay on top of her and she had to take all of his weight. His cock was in her pussy, pumping in and out. Looking up, she saw every detail of his face as he concentrated on the mating act. She saw little drops of perspiration and imperfections in his skin. She looked at his face, pretending she was terrifically aroused and excited by what he was doing. One nice touch was that at the base of his penis, slightly towards his stomach, was a vibrator that pressed against her most sensitive parts as he thrust in and out. She was getting stimulated more than usual when a man made love to a woman. That's what they all said, at least. This regular lover had been on top of her doing the same thing many times. As the minutes went by, she could see and hear him get more excited, then at last hear him groan, "Ooooohhhh!" as his cock drove as deep as it could go and he held still. That meant he was ejaculating inside her. She feigned an orgasm of her own, gasping and contorting her face with pleasure. Then she felt his cock withdraw from her pussy and his face disappear from view. It was done. She continued to look happy, as she wasn't sure whether the cameras were still recording or not. She pushed her lover off of her and he flopped beside her on the bed. Of course he didn't speak or move. He was a robot. --------------------------------------------------------- A year earlier, the Blessed Leader pumped his cock in and out of the lovely, nubile girl, pleasure building to the usual conclusion -- an orgasm inside of pure feminine, fertile beauty. His first reaction was the simple animal pleasure of having mated with a lovely girl. The second was the pleasure at her looking so happy about it. The third was joy at the prospect of likely impregnating her. The fourth was the realization that this was his noon appointment, but at midnight another tender virgin would be his for deflowering and impregnating -- two a day, every day was his schedule. But the fifth reaction was that he was unhappy. This was all fine -- but it wasn't enough. Yes, like his father Dearest Leader before him, he was the unquestioned ruler of a nation of millions. Like his father, any luxury was his for the asking. So was a limitless supply of gorgeous, fertile virgins. His father had taken many lovers over the years, but there were many other aspects of life that intrigued him more. He had fathered just twelve children, by four separate women. Blessed Leader was much more interested in copulating with and impregnating the most tender morsels of the land. His father had been fine with that while he was still alive and Blessed Leader was just the heir apparent, recognizing that his son had stronger carnal appetites than he did. Spreading the superior seed of the family far and wide was also a good thing. Then his father had died and he had become the supreme leader. He had taken the name Blessed Leader. All of the citizens had had a large framed picture of Dearest Leader in a place of honor in their homes, but these were replaced with a picture of Blessed Leader as quickly as they could be produced. Three times a day the people expressed their love and devotion. A network of human spies, along with listening devices and hidden cameras, revealed those who neglected to express such love and devotion or didn't express it with enough enthusiasm. Such people were given warnings, but if they didn't show that they truly adored the Blessed Leader then re-education was called for. Any actual criticism or doubts were dealt with swiftly. Blessed Leader realized he was as close to perfection as any human could be, and those who failed to grasp and truly appreciate this fact were very much in error. He was just 22 years old, and yet... life didn't feel right. He wanted something more. His connection with most of his people was indirect. Sure, he was the guest of honor at frequent events where hundreds of his lucky subjects got to experience his holy presence and express their adoration in person. Often such people earned a coveted spot in his presence by distinguishing themselves in some manner of service or achievement. And yet of course such people were only the tiniest fraction of his subjects. And they didn't really get to experience his perfection... didn't get to truly see why he was magnificent, and unworthy of comparison to any others... except his father and grandfather. Yes, he was more magnificent than them, but which of the three was the very best was a permitted subject of debate. He came from them, and his magnificence came from their loins, cleverly amplified in each generation by the selection of a mother with outstanding traits of her own -- beauty, grace, intelligence, endurance, a family history of longevity. He was the most perfect human who had ever lived. It was fitting that he should share a touch of his perfection with his subjects by way of procreating. Although the genetic endowment of any child of his was going to be diminished by the inheritance of a very imperfect woman, he would be far more perfect than any child who had anyone else as his father. And yet, just as he could not be close enough to any but a small fraction of his subjects for them to sense his perfection, he could only make an honest attempt at impregnating a couple girls a day. Naturally not all of his inseminations "took", reflecting the imperfections of the girl. Perfect as he was, his reproductive reach was severely limited. It was hard to put his finger on exactly what made him so perfect. Surely, when given any set of options about matters of state, he always chose the correct one. Surely he was very witty -- the laughter that greeted his mildest attempts at humor was sure proof of that. When he looked at his body, his perfection was not to be found in obvious things. He was not the tallest or most muscular man. By the shallow standards of the common people, he was not especially handsome. Sometimes when he was alone he stripped naked and looked at his body from all angles, trying to grasp what it was that made him so perfect. He was naturally drawn to his cock. It was very clever, shrinking to stay out of the way most of the time, but growing long and hard exactly when needed -- when sex was at hand and some lucky girl needed his sexual attentions. It worked perfectly for penetrating the girl. As he thrust in and out it delivered immensely pleasurable sensations to him. Judging from the reactions of the girls, it was ideal at giving them pleasure too, and at the right moment, it delivered his sperm way up inside the girl. He had had little reason to learn about the cocks of lesser men, but he was sure that his was very special. And it was sad that so few of his female subjects would ever get to experience it. He had confided his dissatisfaction to his closest advisers, who had in turn set the finding of a remedy as a high priority for the country's scientific establishment. And today he was going to be given a demonstration of a promising technology. It had been explained to him before, but they must not have done a very good job, because he didn't fully understand what it was. The hope was that a demonstration would make it clear. There were just a few people in the room. They gasped at his evident perfection as he entered. The one chosen said, "I hope this can make it clearer, Your Magnificence. Put your right hand in this box here. It is rather, um, squishy inside." His hand went through a tight opening into some thick fluid -- somewhat like a pudding. He could move his hand any way he wanted, but there was always resistance. He nodded. "Now look at this." A curtain was drawn aside to reveal a box out of which projected a hand. At first it just looked like a sculpture of a hand, but when he wiggled the fingers of his right hand, the model's fingers wiggled in exactly the same way. When he turned his wrist, its wrist turned too. When he made a fist, the model hand made exactly the same fist. "Now, there is no restriction on the number of hand boxes we can make that are all guided in exactly the same way by this master box." A curtain was drawn aside to reveal a box with a second hand coming out of it that also mirrored exactly the movements of his right hand. "There could be hundreds, thousands, or even millions?" "Yes, absolutely, Your Magnificence." He could potentially shake hands with millions of his subjects at once, so they could feel his firm grip. "This same technology would also work with your most magnificent, intimate, private sexual member." Oh! Now he got it. He could penetrate hundreds of his female subjects with his penis at once, so they could feel its magnificence for themselves! "Very interesting..." he said, though he controlled himself -- as Blessed Leader he needed to preserve his dignity. "But would I have to insert my organ into mush like this?" "No, actually not! Because the motions of a penis are far less variable than those of a hand, we could insert into the vagina of one of your female subjects the sensors that would allow this same effect." A moment of confusion passed across the face of Blessed Leader. Another of the attendants quickly spoke. "What it means is you would be able to simply copulate with a woman of your choice, and all the other women would feel the exact same thing as that woman felt." "But there would be sensors in her vagina? Would I feel them?" "No, it would be a bit like using a female condom -- not that Your Magnificence would have any reason to have been exposed to that trivial concept. A membrane would be between your magnificent organ and her inner skin, but you would feel the very same heat, wetness and texture as if your magnificent organ were directly contacting her vaginal walls." Blessed Leader wasn't entirely convinced, but he would give it a try. "When can I do this? Soon, I hope!" "Yes, Your Magnificence! If you simply follow us through this door here..." A beautiful girl lay on a bed, smiling at him, looking worshipful. While her firm breasts were exposed to view, a thin gauzy cloth covered her private parts. "As you can see, there is a box on the shelf there to demonstrate how the copies of your organ would move, and on this other bed a woman who will receive your attentions remotely." Another gorgeous girl had a box placed firmly between her legs, its opening presumably aligned with her vagina, so when the penis emerged it would go straight into her. 'Very well, leave us," commanded Blessed Leader. The others hurried out. The sight of the beautiful girl made his cock rise quickly. He ditched his trousers. As he slowly pulled the gauzy cloth aside to reveal the luscious female parts, his penis achieved is fully erect state. He could see a ring of artificial material around the girl's pussy opening, but that wasn't too bad. He mounted and aimed his cock and pushed. That felt fine... as good as any average vagina, it seemed. His girl moaned with pleasure -- and so did the girl on the other bed. And as he looked, he could see a penis tip emerging from the box on the shelf. As he pressed in, the copy of his magnificent penis emerged from the box. Of course he could never see his own penis when it was thrusting in and out of a vagina, but now he could see the model showing how it moved. It felt very good -- there was some mysterious alluring texture to this sensor membrane that he had rarely if ever felt in a real vagina before. His girl whimpered and smiled, obviously appreciating his sexual attention. So did the other girl, who he understood felt his cock inside of her, moving exactly as his was moving. So much for the experiment. He could withdraw and declare it a success. But if Blessed Leader felt moved to complete the sexual act, he would do so. With ten more strokes he lunged deep and closed his eyes as he ejaculated inside the girl. When he opened his eyes and looked around, he was surprised to see what looked like semen dribbling from the fake penis on the shelf as well. He grinned. This had definite possibilities. Then he stopped grinning, aware that the girl underneath him who was still shafted by his cock could see his expression. --------------------------------------------------------- Blessed Leader was actually a bit nervous -- what a silly emotion for such a perfect man! He was going to copulate with twenty girls at once. Of course he would only see the one below him, the beautiful, smiling girl with the sensors in her vagina. "Are you ready?" whispered his aide. Blessed Leader was kneeling below his girl. His fingers caressed his organ briefly and confirmed that it was very hard and ready for the job at hand. What a magnificent penis! "Brides of the Blessed Leader, prepare yourself for sexual congress." Blessed Leader knew that meant the small vibrators would be vibrating against the most sensitive female parts of his twenty girls. Not so the girl underneath him, but surely his personal presence would make any vagina eager to receive his incomparable organ. The magic sensor membrane handled the lubrication. After twenty seconds, the aide said, "Now, your Most Magnificent Blessed Leader in a tone of hushed reverence," and motioned for him to begin. Blessed Leader leaned forward and aimed his cock, then slowly slid it into his girl. He then looked at her face with a friendly expression. He knew that cameras were recording his face and transmitting the picture to each of the twenty girls. As he thought of how impressed they must be by the feel of his cock and the look of his incomparable face, friendliness gave way to lust. He pumped in and out, grunting occasionally with pleasure. Something about those sensors was just wonderful -- he wasn't sure what. But he was mating with an actual girl, a notably beautiful virgin who looked at him with adoration that surely could not have been contrived. Aside from keeping his face in the picture, looking at his girl, there were no other requirements. He could press fast or slow, deep or shallow, or with any sort of rhythm, speed and depth he liked. His favorite was a hard and fast stroke. He felt pride at how wonderful all twenty-one girls must find it to feel his perfect stiff member plunging in and out. The actual beauty under him was moaning with sexual pleasure and looking at him occasionally with expectation. She wanted him to finish the act and ejaculate inside her, which would cause her own orgasm. He picked up the speed, grunted a bit more, leered at the girl, and then closed his eyes and gasped as his cock began convulsing, spurting sperm into the girl. She naturally had her own matching orgasm -- surely no other man could so reliably make his partners climax just when he did. When he had rested a few moments he looked at his girl, gave a brief, benign smile appropriate to a superior man who had deigned to offer her the intimate touch of his body, and withdrew. On the head of each robot were cameras which recorded the girl's reactions. He had actually been copulating with fifty girls, not twenty. His functionaries were nervous about the lie. But now they quickly searched through all the fifty videos, setting aside any where the girl looked distressed or bored or confused. They were able to cull twenty girls who were apparently thoroughly enjoying the Blessed Leader's sexual attentions. This they then prepared for him to view. "Some of your wives as they experienced your perfect sexual embrace," said a functionary. Blessed Leader was delighted to see the faces of his subjects looking up at him adoringly. He could scroll through all twenty on his tablet, seeing a brief video that included her reaction at his climax -- which could be heard on the video as the girl heard it. The police would soon visit those women who had looked rebellious or unhappy. They would definitely visit those where the woman had not followed instructions and arranged herself to receive the Blessed Leader at all. It would take little persuasion to get most of them to cooperate more fully. If a subject could be punished for not looking at the Blessed Leader's picture with sufficient reverence under the standard ways of doing things, she could certainly be castigated for not receiving Blessed Leader's penis with enthusiasm when he had so generously offered it to her. --------------------------------------------------------- Blessed Leader was unhappy again. Yes, he was making regular intimate contact with 100,000 of his most nubile subjects, letting them feel his perfection during the sexual act. But he was not actually begetting descendants much more often than before. His aides responded to early tentative complaints along those lines by extracting from the sensor-laden artificial vagina his semen and dividing it in half, allowing him twice the chance he had before. "I regret to say that science is not able at this time to significantly increase the number of descendants you can beget. Perhaps we will get to the point of four for each blessed ejaculation." "That's unfortunate." Blessed Leader wondered if he ought to have the man executed, to instill in his successor more resolve in attacking the problem. "But what I can offer is an opportunity to spread some superior seed. It starts with the observation that the Blessed Leader Avatars can be loaded with actual live semen, so at the moment when you reach sexual climax, semen can be injected into your wives and perhaps make them pregnant. Of course it would be ideal if it was your semen, but as I said we simply don't know how to make more of it. You produce as much as any man we know of, but it cannot be divided beyond a certain point." Blessed Leader nodded darkly. Where there was a will there was a way. "However, you have several brothers, and a great many male cousins. They could contribute semen that would of course be far, far inferior to the perfection which you produce, but still much superior to that of your average citizen... There are other possibilities as well." This sounded like a creative idea. Best not to execute the man after all. --------------------------------------------------------- Chen was aware that support for the Blessed Leader had wavered lately. The full gravity of the situation could not be conveyed to the BL himself, but the problem was widely understood. His control of the country was so thorough that it would take quite a bit to actually risk his being overthrown, but there were limits. Women did not take kindly to being forced into sexual union with an animated mannequin. They did not take kindly to the idea that they could not marry any other man, as they were married to Blessed Leader. Older men did not appreciate their daughters being used in this way. Younger men did not appreciate that the most alluring and nubile of their womankind were off limits to them. To keep some measure of peace, the party turned a blind eye when the BL's wives carried on secret relationships and bore children by other men. Chen was a district party official, responsible for roughly 20,000 of the Blessed Leader's subjects. He was alert to signs of rebellion and sniffed the winds to try to stay on the right side of any potential upheaval. But this latest proposal was intriguing. Very intriguing. The BL's wives would keep track of their periods. When one seemed likely to conceive, it was Chen's sperm that would be loaded into the mannequin. He would soon have many descendants. It would no longer be acceptable for the BL's wives to bear children by other men. Most of the men in his district had already had their DNA sequenced, and it would now be mandatory. And the new rule was announced: the father of any baby born by a BL wife would be unerringly identified by genetic testing -- and executed. Excepting, of course, Chen himself. Chen could also reward a few of his most loyal and effective subordinates by letting them inseminate some of the BL's wives too. The BL's wives were still only a fraction of the women of childbearing age -- perhaps 15%. A great many men could marry and have families in the usual way. Others could be conscripted for long-term service in the military, mostly assigned to construction details in distant locations. Any leader who replaced BL would likely do away with the robotic sexual mannequin system. With it would go Chen's ability to father children far beyond what his wife could bear. He was now a firm supporter of the Blessed Leader. So were most other district leaders. --------------------------------------------------------- Jing considered the robot that had just finished mating with her, the one she had pushed to the side. It had been designed specifically for the purpose of having sex with her. It had no arms or legs, and where she had seen a man's face in such detail was a small, convex computer screen, now black. The body of the robot was covered with something that felt and looked very much like skin. It warmed to body temperature when the robot was activated, and now was cooling off again. Down between the robot's legs there was no longer any penis, just a flat square with a flesh color and a skin-like consistency. When sex was about to begin, the first thing that materialized from that flat square was a vibrating slight bulge of flesh. She had positioned the robot very carefully before the sex began, because when the penis extruded from the square hole and slid directly into her vagina, it was in her interest to make sure the location and angle were right. Making sure that vibrating bulge was located where it gave the most intense sensations was one way of making sure the penis would not hurt her when it thrust forward to penetrate. Now she placed the robot against the wall and arranged over and around it the custom-fitting covering with the Blessed Leader's coat of arms, where it would wait until the next time. Her mechanical lover was not made to simulate just any man. He was modeled on the actual Blessed Leader himself, the one that they all worshiped -- or pretended to worship as convincingly as they possibly could. The robot's torso was exactly the size and shape of his. The skin tone was his. The face in the screen was his actual face, in super hi-def, as he copulated with a woman in the palace at the exact same moment. The sounds were the sounds he made as he mated with her. The cock that emerged from the square below was the actual size and shape of his cock at that moment, and it moved exactly as the Blessed Leader's Magnificent Cock moved in the vagina of the woman in the palace, at exactly the same time. Fifteen minutes before the act was to begin that day, a party official had knocked at the door, and after she let him in he inserted something into a special hole that opened in the small of the back of the robot. She knew it was semen of some favored man, just recently thawed. When the Blessed Leader ejaculated in his woman in the palace, the robot pulsed that semen through the robotic penis and out the tip into her vagina. The party knew she was likely to be fertile today. There was a fair chance that the robotic sexual act had impregnated her. Jing was a bride of the Blessed Leader -- one of many thousands, though the exact number was a secret. The party officials had made note of her as an attractive girl, told her at age 12 that she was to be married to the Blessed Leader and it was forbidden for any other to have sex with her. The party began tracking her periods at that time, and shortly after she turned 14 she had been given a dildo and told to make sure it went in and out easily. She was given a week. The first time there had been blood and it had hurt, but she kept at it and by the third day it went in and out smoothly. A female party official had arrived to deliver the robot and conduct the "marriage", the robot standing in for the Blessed Leader. The official made sure she knew how to arrange the robot on herself properly, and then she left. Then the device -- or as she was to think of it, the Blessed Leader himself -- had consummated the marriage and taken her virginity. She would never know sex with an actual man. Only this contraption would cover her and invade her private space. She was required to submit once a week to the Blessed Leader, but was allowed to do so twice a week. Of course she volunteered for twice a week, and begged for the opportunity to be invaded with the Blessed Leader's Holy Phallus more often, but this was forbidden. When she got pregnant and her belly grew large enough to interfere with the mating act, she would be required to do without the Blessed Leader's sexual attentions for a time. Only a year after the baby's birth would she be allowed to spread her legs for the Blessed Leader once more. She received financial support from the state -- it was suitable for any husband to support his wives -- and additional for any children she bore. But it was not enough to make her rich. This was her fate, and the fate of many thousands of the most nubile of her countrywomen. Of course she pretended to be wildly enthusiastic about it -- those who had expressed any anger or even indifference had paid a stiff price. Although expressing this idea publicly was heresy, being a wife to an actual live man was a much better fate than being a bride of the Blessed Leader. Some parents went so far as to mildly disfigure the face of their more attractive daughters. This made them of no interest to the party scouts. When the party officials caught on to this disfigurement strategy, they began scouting girls at younger and younger ages, and punishing parents whose daughters were disfigured in any way. This in turn led to parents disfiguring their daughters earlier and earlier in life, and in ways that were more and more subtle. --------------------------------------------------------- Several months after the program began, Blessed Leader had contracted a cold. It was embarrassing that such a perfect human being would get a cold at all, but he certainly could not advertise his sniffling and runny nose to thousands of his subjects in super hi-def, inches from their faces. The functionary announced that the Blessed Leader was meditating and they would have to do without sexual union. Jing had to try hard to muster an appearance of grief at this cancellation, but she managed it. This led the Blessed Leader's staff to suggest once again something they had before -- prerecorded sessions. There was no need for the Blessed Leader's holy act to be transmitted instantaneously. Sessions could be recorded in advance, and "played back" when appropriate. The Blessed Leader could establish a reserve of new episodes (no reruns!), and the staff could use this library when he was temporarily indisposed, as with this cold. Blessed Leader grudgingly accepted the idea of building up a library of reserve episodes, but insisted on simultaneous There came a day when the Blessed Leader's perfect phallus softened somewhat during the mating act before regaining its usual erect state. The only people who were aware of this aside from the Blessed Leader himself and his real-life female companion were the thousands of women who had his virtual penis inside them at that time. They dared say nothing publicly, but rumors spread. The Blessed Leader discreetly got a supply of Viagra. Blessed Leader also put on weight as the years passed, and refused to exercise. Suggestions that he strive for a healthier lifestyle were rebuffed. One insistent doctor was executed. Some extra flesh was another sign of perfection, he figured. Since he was perfect, it was suitable that the more of him there was, the more perfect he was. This he told himself. His consorts confided secretly that he was breathing harder and harder as he copulated with them. His jowls jiggled in super hi-def as he pumped in and out of his many thousands of brides. History has been shaped by mundane events in the past, but the spark for the Instant Revolution was unprecedented. Blessed Leader was sharing his Holy Phallus with his brides. It was inserted in their vaginas, pumping in and out. As he approached climax, he suddenly stopped his copulatory motion, looked perplexed, and then vomited. The vomit itself did not go through the hi-def monitors onto his brides, but the sight of it approaching was -- memorable. What's more, he did not have the presence of mind to pull back out of view. His face pale, his eyes open in shock, he vomited again. And yet again. Vomit covered some of the cameras, making the scene partially blurry and the more hideous for that. Most brides could not maintain the illusion of worship of the Blessed Leader, but reacted with disgust. Some vomited themselves. Most tried to get the robot off of them, but were hampered by the Blessed Leader's phallus, which still intruded into them deeply. Finally breaking free, many ran to neighbors or family and described the horror. The tiny Resistance had managed to make bootleg recordings of the Blessed Leader's copulatory acts, and this one rapidly went viral, despite the country's heavily censored internet. Some of those whose jobs it was to pounce on politically incorrect material somehow didn't pounce on this effectively. It was seen by the officer corps and the soldiers too. Angry demonstrations erupted everywhere and soon turned violent. With the image seared in their minds of their Blessed Leader vomiting into the camera, soldiers lacked the heart to fire on their countrymen. Within 48 hours, the government had fallen. Blessed Leader, his legitimate heirs, and his staff were all killed in murderous rage, along with most of the party officials. Pundits later noted wryly that Blessed Leader's perfection had extended to the perfect act leading to his demise. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.