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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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