Author: Sterling Title: Variety Pack - Five Rapes Description: Rape. Always terrible, always wrong, always a crime. But in the imagination... there is plenty of room in the imagination. Here is an assortment of five very different rapes. In one word each? Classic, Impregnation, Date, Food, and Robot. Keywords: MF Mf Mg rape reluc robot ScFi preg food NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 2/11/2021. 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/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Variety Pack - Five Rapes Number One: The Classic Rape The party was over and Theresa was going home. It was midnight, and her car was parked a few blocks away. There were other houses, some abandoned, but all were dark. She was nervous. She heard footsteps behind her, and turned to get a quick glance of a large figure. She walked faster, but he walked even faster. Coming up beside her, he said, "Hey, pretty woman like you, out so late alone. That's not so safe, is it?" Theresa didn't answer. "And dressed like that.. I bet you want it." She was wearing a rather nice blue dress with skirt ending at mid-thigh. "No... No way. I, um, my boyfriend had to check something, but he's coming along." "Oh, likely story. Let me show you a good time..." He grabbed her arm, then, and steered her down the alley between two houses. "Help!" she yelled, but realized it was not very loud. She was gearing up for a much louder version, when she felt him grab her arm hard and turn to face her. "None of that!" he growled. "I could hurt you, you know! Now shut up and have a good time. You actually really want it." In back the alley led to either of two back yards. A picnic table was visible to the left. "How convenient!" he said. Steering her by the arm, he pressed her back against the end of the picnic table, then lifted her up under the arms and sat her on it. A blur of white appeared down below against his dark pants. Yes, it was coming out his fly. He had no trouble pulling her dress up to her stomach and out of the way. "Oooo, red panties! Yeah, you want it for sure!" He tugged down on her underpants but naturally her weight held them in place. She sat. "Come on, don't be an idiot!" he said. He had threatened to hurt her, so she lifted her butt long enough to let him pull the panties down. "Right to the edge..." he said, and she shifted forward. She spread her legs without being asked. Well, why be an idiot? "Gotta warm up your cunt," he said, sliding his fingers right over her clitoris, and fluttering them. She was already a bit wet, and was embarrassed to realize she was rapidly getting wetter. After thirty seconds, he removed fingers and moved forward so the white thing sticking out of his pants was where he wanted it to be, then she felt pressure, then she felt it surge inside. Rape. Yup, she was being raped. "Oooooh, nice one!" he said, pumping in and out. His hands held her butt. "That feel nice, eh? Girl needs to get it. You're wet inside because you really want it, whatever you say." He pumped faster and harder, and then lunged deep and groaned. Coming inside her, she knew. He slid out. "Very nice, babe, very nice... you wanna kiss your old man?" He puckered his lips but she turned her face away. Was he really going to make her kiss him? In some ways the prospect was worse than getting raped. But he just laughed. "Slut. You got what you had coming to you. And no screaming, now... I can come back for you, you understand?" The white was no longer visible below. Then he was off at a brisk pace, walking back down the alley to the street. She felt numb, as she made herself decent again. Raped. Yup, she'd been raped. But her vagina had gotten wet... really wet. That made her uneasy. There would be more feelings later, but for now, what she thought of was her car. She needed to get to her car. ============================================================ Number Two: Sniffing Fertile Girls For Human Husbandry I heard the preachers when I was younger, but it never made sense to me. When I was 13 the urges were strong, and by 16 they were... ferocious. Some have said they think I'm possessed by the Devil. I'm not sure what to think about that. But thinking aside, I know what I do. Back when I was a teenager, guys liked girls, but I just wanted girls and I wanted them bad. A few in particular, at certain times. The first one, coming towards me down the lane, when no one else was around. I told her I really wanted to know her under the dress, and she looked horrified and started to run, but I had to have her. I tackled her, cloth went this way and that, my cock stuck out through my trousers, and soon enough the cock found flesh, girl flesh, the mysterious part only girls have. But it didn't pause, it went in -- in to hot, slick heaven, and seconds later I shot my seed up into her. Two seconds to let it all out, and then I was out. Cock back in my pants, I murmured to her, "I don't know what came over me" and I sidled away. Glancing back, I saw the girl put herself together. I could see she was upset, but... I don't know, the Devil has to have his way. I thought maybe she'd tell and I'd be in trouble, but weeks went by and nothing happened. Instead, I heard she was in a family way! Was it someone else? Or from that quick little thing I did to her? I knew that's how babies were made, but surely it took weeks of man and wife in wedlock, over and over. Next I was drawn to this farm out of town, I wasn't sure why at first, but then I smelled girl, and there she was, out behind the barn doing chores at dusk. I approached, all friendly, but when I got to her the Devil came out and... What was there to say? I just went for it. Pinned her against the wall of the barn, pushing cloth this way and that, some ripped, my stiff manhood sticking through, poking cloth, cloth, cloth, then flesh, then inside! Inside was hot and wet and instantly my seed shot out. Pulse, pulse, pulse, and then our bodies came apart, cloth pulled back in place so we both looked decent. She looked away but stole one glance at me. I saw fear. "Must be the Devil in me," I muttered, and was off. It got to be a pattern. I would just want to go for some girl. I wanted it like crazy, and when I could get her alone I just went for her. It was so quick, and it wasn't like I hurt her. A little flesh in flesh, a touch of bodily fluid. It wasn't like a bite or a cut or a broken bone. Then word got back to me that these girls who had gotten babies out of wedlock -- a second one said it was me who'd done it. Well, no one believed one, but two was something to think about, then when it was three, I was in trouble. Word came to me just in advance of the handful of angry men, and I was out the back door and across the fields, never to return. The Devil made me go instead of making me face up to what I'd done. It's easy to catch work as a farmhand or laborer now and then to get by. And on it goes. Women, I liked women too. A woman gets that same smell, when she's in season. I could smell this girl from the road, though the farmhouse was set back plenty. She was probably in condition to start a baby if a mate showed up. Like a horse in season. Babies are good, right? I staked out the farmhouse. There were a whole bunch of people -- brothers and sisters, adults that might be a mother and father and an aunt or two, one grandma, but I wanted the girl. I decided my best plan was to lurk in some tall grass near the outhouse. It was in the evening, and family members came to relieve themselves before bed one at a time. The girl came out of the farmhouse. As she neared the outhouse door I didn't need to see her -- I could smell her. I seized my moment. Leaping out, I growled, "Make a sound and I'll kill you!" A few other girls had screamed and I'd gotten away just in time. In the moonlight I could see her eyes widen in fear, but I wasted no time. Grabbing her firmly by the wrist, I pulled her into the tall grasses and shoved her down, then onto her back. My cock was already hard and twitching from her smell, and I released it through the fly of my pants. My hips thrust involuntarily. I shoved her legs apart and pulled her dress up and out of the way. There was some sort of undergarment, but by swiping my hand between her thighs it was easy enough to pull it to the side. I mounted her, aiming my twitching cock between her legs, closing the distance. I couldn't see down there, but I could feel. My cock pressed on flesh, then harder. Somehow the bones down there make a natural funnel, I'd found, so my stiff prong was guided towards the hole, the one that counts. I thrust my organ forward strongly, poking flesh. It then poked some soft flesh with no bone behind. Just another couple pokes and I'd be in -- this girl was tight so I had to push real hard, but then I could feel it -- I was in. It was dry at first, but on the next thrust my tip found a touch of wetness. I pressed in with all my might and the girl tensed and whimpered, but I was in. My tip was submerged in the welcoming smoothness of the cunt of a girl in season. I strained inward over and over, getting the shaft wet as well, getting a good deep penetration. I'd learned that if I waited a few seconds instead of just shooting, it felt wonderful, so I gave myself a few seconds of heaven. But that wasn't why I was doing it. The Devil wanted me to seed her, and a few frantic short thrusts brought me to twitching and squirting. I withdrew. The deed was done. From wrist grab to my spasm had been all of a minute. "If you tell anyone, I'll come back and kill you," I growled, panting. I wouldn't, of course, but I wanted to sow confusion and buy time. Then I was off at a run, putting distance between myself and any irate menfolk if she chose to tell. I never heard her speak a word. I never saw her again, of course. But I had made her mine. Even if she washed herself, it would do no good -- the seed was already on its way to impregnate her. Babies were good, so it couldn't be all bad, said the Devil. It was natural, man lying with woman -- on a woman -- and begetting a baby in her. Maybe she would have rather waited some years and chosen a good husband. But the Devil made those doubts disappear. She'll have the baby and the family will raise it one way or the other. I don't know what those babies will be like when they grow up. I wonder if the boys will be able to smell girls like I can, and whether the Devil will have his way with them too. Maybe I'll get caught. Rapists can meet a swift end, but I don't know, I think the Devil will protect me. And if I've continued true and gone only for the girls and women in season like I think, I've already left more than thirty of my offspring behind, scattered all over. And that's what a man wants, right? To have a big family. As the rope tightens around my neck or the hot poker burns my flesh I'll be thinking of that. A few thrusts to get in, then shooting seed into the fertile cunt. That's all it takes. ============================================================ Number Three: The Bad Dream of his Daughter's Friend Carl Jones's wife had left him, and his daughter Jane came to stay with him every other weekend. Then one day when she was 13, Jane asked if her best friend Emma could come along. Carl said sure. When Emma appeared with Jane in the doorway, with her little brown suitcase and pink backpack, Carl saw she was a gorgeous creature. Shoulder-length blond hair, big blue eyes, a perfect face. She was nearly a year older than Jane but a late bloomer. Jane's breasts were already substantial while Emma's were just starting to make their appearance. She was a trim, athletic five-foot eight to Jane's five-foot four. Carl gave Jane a goodnight kiss. From the door to Emma's room he said a simple, "Good night, Emma" and got a cheerful "Good night, Mr. Jones" in return. He heard the two of them giggling and talking. It sounded like Jane had gone to Emma's room and they were in the bed together. Carl smiled. That's what girls did on sleepovers. That night he woke to the sound of anguished groans from Emma's room, and went in to check on her. She was asleep, but moaning in her sleep with a furrowed brow. Jane must have gone back to her own bed. "Hey, Emma," he said softly. "You're having a dream. Just a bad dream." He took her hand in both of his. When Emma woke and looked around, she fell back, relaxing in relief from whatever demons were in the dream. But a few moments later she was obviously aware of Carl's presence. Her hand was in the two of his. She could have pulled it away, and he could have dropped it... but neither of them did. For at least ten seconds. At last he let her hand go. "You OK now?" he said in his most fatherly tone. "Yeah, I'll be fine." "You have bad dreams a lot?" "No, this was weird." He waited to see if she'd say more, but she didn't. "OK, see you in the morning." From that moment in the night, something in Carl shifted. He had to have Emma. And when she was around, it was clear she noticed him, a man. And she noticed him noticing her. He didn't try too hard to hide it. Not hard enough, in any case. The third time they visited, Carl was awakened by a girl standing by his bed. "I had a bad dream!" said Emma. "Can I get in bed with you?" Girls were usually long past getting in bed with adults by the time they were 14, but... Carl certainly wasn't going to say no. In the stages of seduction, getting into bed with a partner was usually a rather advanced step, but if Emma was looking for it, the cover of a bad dream during a sleepover granted her a secret passage to leap way ahead. She spooned back against him, and he moved his pelvis back to keep his erection away from her so she wouldn't feel it. After a minute she said, "This is really nice!" "I'm glad to be able to make you feel safe from your bad dreams." She turned to lie on her back. "Would you... would you feel too weird kissing me, just once? I kinda want to know what it's like." Carl's body surged with lust. He leaned over gently and gave her the tiniest kiss, then another one, and another. Their lips met ever so gently, rubbed sideways a tiny touch, and broke apart again. Emma's breath started becoming irregular, little gasps between kisses. She was turned on. Carl gently moved his hand to her front, and slowly slid upward towards her breast left. She grabbed it and pulled it back down. "Oh," said Carl. She didn't want to go any farther. But what she said next surprised him. "They're too small," she said. "I'm embarrassed!" "They're perfect just the way they are." "You're just saying that." Carl kept his hand sliding back and forth on her front below her breasts. "Of course, you can do fun things without breasts. You can skip that part." "Oh, Mr. Jones," said Emma with a flirtatious smile. A green light! Mr. Jones put his hand on the nightgown down between Emma's legs, his hand rising slowly towards her crotch. "I didn't mean for real!" she said with a giggle. But Carl meant it for real. He slid his hand up and touched his hand right over her crotch. "Um, no, that's not what I meant, I was just..." No hint of any giggles any more. Mr. Jones slid the nightgown up to her stomach, then returned his hand to her crotch, massaging. "Mr. Jones!" said Emma with a look of fear. "Quiet!" he growled. Emma grew silent. Without complaint or resistance, things moved fast. He pulled her panties down, cupped her labia, gently eased them apart and explored with one finger, then two. They went into her body, and she was damp there. On fire with lust, he pulled his own pajama bottoms down and turned over on to her, bringing cock tip to vaginal folds, and then pressing. He was prepared for some resistance, but there was very little. "Mr. Jones! No!" whispered Emma urgently. Carl was in! He was in his daughter's incredibly sexy friend. He pressed more and more, in and out to spread the lubrication around, but in more and more. And then he did what the male does inside the female, he pumped in and out urgently, fast and hard, and then he climaxed, jolts of pleasure washing his brain, clots of sperm surging way up inside Emma. Oh, what heaven! But orgasms fade, and as reality set in, a sick dread came to his stomach. He had just raped his daughter's friend! He pulled the panties back up, a pathetic attempt to amend or reverse his action. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry," he murmured. "You were just too sexy... But." "Can I go?" asked Emma quietly. "Of course, of course!" he said. She returned to her room. In the morning the routine was no different. Jane would notice nothing. Emma and Carl never looked at each other. He caught occasional glimpses of her, and once caught her sneaking a furtive glimpse of him. Jane's mother came to pick them up as scheduled. And so now he had to wait. He was entirely at the mercy of Emma. She even had gobs of his semen up in her vagina. One word and Carl would be in prison for a long time. Whenever the phone rang he jumped and his heart pounded. Not surprisingly, Emma never chose to accompany Julie on a visit to his house any more. Would she tell or wouldn't she? The one thing he thought might be on his side was that she was 14 years old but she had chosen to come get in bed with him. He was still the guilty party, but people would frown at her too and maybe even snicker. Time went by and the phone never rang. Inside Carl there grew a lusty smile, as he remembered how every aspect of that luscious young body had felt. The longer the phone didn't ring, the broader that lusty smile grew. ============================================================ Number Four: Sally Learns to Do Tricks For Food Roland rubbed his hands, then went to visit his recent acquisition Sally in her cage. She was maybe 16 years old. The soldiers had captured her, and as their commanding officer she was by rights his. She had shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and a perfect little body just coming into bloom. She was dirty and sullen as she sat back in the corner of the cage, knees drawn up in front to protect her nakedness. Yes, she was naked. Roland wanted the girl and just the girl, without clothes. "How are you today, Sally?" he asked. No answer. "Feeling hungry? It's been, what, two days now? The deal is that you get fed if you cooperate and are nice to me. If not, then you get hungrier and hungrier. Yesterday you got angry at me. Want to start cooperating now?" Sally gave a little nod. "What do you want?" "Ah, she talks! ... Stand up and let me see all of you... very nice... Now, if you go wash up in the sink over there, and comb your hair, and do whatever else to make yourself pretty, that would be a good start. Here's a little something." He tossed a candy bar into the cage, and it fell at her feet. She looked at him hesitantly, then reached down to pick it up, and then stuffed it all in her mouth at once, chewing frantically and swallowing. "Oh, you really are hungry, aren't you..." He had this thing about food and hunger and sex. Tied up together somehow. And he had his special device he'd rigged up just for his purpose. When he returned an hour later, Sally was cleaned up, hair freshly washed, and smiling uncertainly. "What can I do for you?" She was beautiful that way... and nubile. "Ah, that's more like it! Here's this tube, see... You put it in your mouth, and when you please me, I'll squeeze this bulb to send a little nutritious food down the line -- like a milkshake, kind of." Sally put the tube in her mouth, Roland pushed the little bulb, and he could see her neck move as she swallowed it. "Not bad, eh? At least if you're very hungry." Sally nodded just a little. "You're in a cage, so you must be an animal. And you know how animals mate. You're a female eager to be bred, so stick your butt up here right against the cage walls..." She hesitated, then did as he asked. "Really wedge it in. Good girl!" He sent some nutrition down the tube. Roland dropped his trousers and underpants and moved up behind her. Girl butt was plastered against the bars, but the best part was between two bars and accessible. It made a rather nice picture, he thought... girl butt firmly against bars because she was so desperate to get it. Roland sent a reward down the tube, then dropped it. Then he got up behind her, aimed his cock and pushed it in gently... Ah! He then grabbed her butt through the bars, and began a delicious slow fuck. He couldn't get a really deep penetration, with the bars between them, but it was enough. He paused long enough to pick up the bulb and send a few squirts down the line. "You're being very good, Sally," he said. He did some good solid fucking. Oooo, that was nice! It had been too long, and way too long since he'd had a young beauty like this. He got really excited, pressing into this lovely young girl, while his stiff cock strained inward -- and then he spewed sperm up into her. "Aaaaahh! ... You can move back now," he said, catching his breath as Sally moved back from the bars. "You were a good girl," he said. "And you didn't get any while I was busy fucking you - mmmmm!" He pushing the bulb ten times, watching her throat work as she swallowed it. "Were you a very good girl? I guess so." Three more pulses. "A very, very good girl? I don't think so." He gave her one more squirt of nutrition. "You want to lick my cock, as a promise of things to come?" he said. Sally hesitated, only partly suppressing a face of distaste. "Ah, c'mon, you can do better than that pretending to like it." Sally did a decent rendition of a smile, and Roland pushed the bulb. "Now take that out of your mouth, and show me how much you like my cock." Sally did, cleaning the sheen of cum and pussy juice from his cock as it stuck through the bars. "Good girl," he said when she was done and had the tube back in her mouth. He gave her three squirts. "I'll be back soon." "But, sir!" "Yes?" "Nothing, sir. It's just... I am so hungry! Sir..." "You'll have a chance to earn your lunch," he said. When he was away, he gave up his three other mates to his subordinates. In comparison to Sally, they were ugly hags, but compared to nothing they were very hot, and his officers were very appreciative. Sally was his now. Sally and only Sally. He returned an hour later, when his lust was rekindled. He let himself into her cage, locking the door behind him, and gave her the tube to suck. She lay back on the bed as he indicated, and then he mounted her the usual way and began fucking... The sight of her luscious body spread out for the taking was lovely, in contrast to his which was not so lovely. "Look at me," he said, and she did, holding the tube in her mouth. He pumped in and out with his cock, squeezing the bulb now and then with his hand. "Very nice, isn't it?" he said. She nodded, taking another swallow while he humped in and out another ten times. On her own initiative she reached up to stroke his back with one hand, placing the other gently on his cheek. "Oh, that's my girl!" he said, straining hard and deep as he pulsed sperm into Sally. When he pulled back and looked at her, she sat up, legs crossed, looking modest and contrite. "I would say you were a very, very good girl!" He pushed the bulb 20 times, waiting between pulses to watch her swallow. Towards the end he pressed it faster, so she couldn't keep up and some of the nutritious liquid gushed out of her mouth. "Oops, sorry!" he said with an impish smile. Sally swallowed more, then paused to finger all the excess she could manage into her mouth, while still holding in her mouth the tube to catch the pulse that Roland sent now and then. Her fingers worked on her chin, her neck, and her legs where some of it had fallen. She even got some off the bed sheets. "My, you really are a hungry girl." She nodded, fighting back tears. "Awww! Hey, I've got an idea... Stick that tube up into your pussy.. yeah, you know, right there, way up deep." Roland took it from her and then slid the end in and out several times, mimicking the motion of intercourse, and then said "Ooo! Ooo! Oooo!" in rhythm, pushing the bulb each time the tube was in all the way, and after twenty thrusts goo came oozing back out of Sally's vagina. He thought he saw a flash of disgust in her eyes, but it was brief and he couldn't really blame her. She set about furiously capturing the goo from her pussy lips with both hands, shoving it up into her mouth as fast as she could. Then she reached inside with her finger, then deeper than he would have thought a finger would go. And every finger went straight to her mouth. She really was a hungry girl. Roland retired with his tube and reservoir for a few hours, to savor the memories and make plans... yes, that would be a very good idea for dinner. He made an adjustment to the bulb, so it dispensed much less liquid with each squeeze, and then attached it on top of his cock at the base, right in front of his pubic bone. When he returned to Sally, he said, "See, my pleasure in fucking you, measured by each stroke, will feed you now. See?" Sally had cleaned up from the previous episode, and eagerly lay back and spread her legs. She put the tube that he offered in her mouth, and then Roland slid into the girl. At first he made very shallow penetrations which didn't even squeeze the bulb, to tease her. But then he drove in deep, sending a single drop of fluid into Sally's mouth. It wasn't much, but he pulled out a bit and then dove back in. He wasn't in any hurry now. He wanted this one to last. On and on he fucked, enjoying it very much and appreciating how much his mate also enjoyed being fucked, if perhaps for her own reasons. She swallowed every drop, he thought with a touch of amusement. Minutes went by. Sally let the tube slip from her mouth, so the drips fell on her neck. He realized he must have been at it for over an hour. "What?" asked Roland. "I'm so sorry," she said, "but... I'm full. Can't hold any more!" "Oh, I guess I have been fucking a good long while now... Well, put it back in your mouth and just let it ooze out between your lips... Like that, good." Roland put his mind to finishing up then, pumping more urgently and finally jamming deep as his semen pulsed deep into his girl. Fluid oozed from her mouth even faster. When he had recovered he said, "So, snuggle against me... So you think you're not hungry any more?" "Oh, I'm hungry, it's just... a stomach can only hold so much... But sir... if you wouldn't mind... I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you say, if you let me just eat enough. I promise! I would be very grateful." She looked down meekly. Roland considered a while. "That's an idea... But just to make clear, I never forced you to do anything, right?" She shook her head. "You chose it yourself?" She nodded emphatically. "You wouldn't say I raped you, would you?" She shook her head emphatically. "Good," he said. "They say soldiers rape the women they conquer, but I never do that. Wouldn't you agree?" Sally nodded enthusiastically. His conscience was at ease, he thought, with a trace of an ironic smile. And so Sally got as much nutritious liquid as she wanted, and after a while that was replaced with ordinary food like ordinary people ate. She slept in his bed at night, and he had to admit she was the most cooperative and attentive of mates. Memories blurred together, but there was her smooth skin sliding over his, a perfect little breast going into his mouth. There was golden hair visible below as his cock felt the luscious embrace of her mouth. But mostly it was the feel of that young, hot pussy, accompanied by visions of a girl on her back, legs spread wide, or her rear end as he held it in his hands, or the girl above him, going up and down, hair and breasts alike hanging down onto him deliciously. Life in the occupation force had its pluses and minuses, but Sally -- Sally was the most amazing perk ever! ============================================================ Number Five: A Super-Advanced Little Girl Sex Robot Jonathan wasn't the marrying type. He wasn't the type for steady girlfriends either. Mostly he made do with solo satisfaction, but sometimes he got Bruce to procure a prostitute for him. Always thin young women with small breasts and hips. He didn't have to tell Bruce in so many words what his real sexual preference was, but Bruce knew, and Jonathan knew that he knew. "I think I've got a robot for you." "A robot? Who would want a robot?" "Have you heard the latest advances in robotics?" Bruce said. "They are really good these days. Sometimes you couldn't tell the difference, I swear." Jonathan was skeptical. "But this one I've got, she's special. She's just four feet tall. She's a robotic child! Sex with real children is illegal of course -- what a disgusting thought! But a robot -- you can do anything with a robot." Johnathan was intrigued. He had had a couple child sex dolls over the years, and they did serve a purpose, but they were just dolls. They just lay there. But a good robot? It would be getting close to the real thing. Bruce arrived at Jonathan's a few weeks later, entering with what looked remarkably like a 6-year-old girl. She walked stiffly. "Here she is. You can call her whatever you like. Her official designation is 'Are too! Am not!' Get it, like from "R2-D2". Jonathan smiled. "Can you say hello to Jonathan?" "Hello, Jonathan," she said in a voice that definitely was not the way little girls spoke. It lacked the intonation. "Can I call you Wendy?" "My name is Wendy. Pleased to meet you." She reached out her hand awkwardly, and Jonathan took it. "Well, I'll leave you to... get acquainted," said Bruce as he made his exit. Wendy had on a pink dress that came to mid-thigh, and matching pink shoes and socks. Her hair was blond, shoulder-length, and her eyes blue. Her makers had done quite a job with her. She was really quite pretty. "Well," he muttered. "I could talk to my robot all day, but... oh, God!" he said. He slid his hand up under the robot's dress. The texture of the skin was remarkably human-like. "I may be a sex fiend, but... Heck, she's a robot!" He tugged her dress off, then worked on her socks and shoes. Wendy helped him -- it was uncanny how realistic her movements were. "Lie on the bed, Wendy," he said. After a brief hesitation, she did as requested. He then pulled her pink panties down, and there was a perfect replica of little girl parts. He undressed and faced his robot, looking so alluring on the bed, naked like that. His erection rose strongly. There was a lot he would do with a real girl, of course, far more than this. And maybe he would later. But she was a robot, so he went straight for what he really wanted above all. He spread her legs, he spread her lips -- amazing, how human-like the texture! He nuzzled his cock tip against her, and he pushed. The plastic material or whatever it was resisted, but he kept pressing and his cock got in further. The texture on his cock was magnificent, hot and wet and smooth but not too smooth. Then he proceeded to fuck. To fuck his robot. It felt terrific. To look at her face, to lie with his weight on her, to feel the feminine embrace of his cock -- the 6-year-old version, if such girls had working vaginas... His orgasm approached, and a little something gnawed at the back of his mind. He put it aside as his ecstasy was upon him, and to all the world it felt like he had just finished unloading his sperm in a real 6-year-old. When his excitement had died down a bit, he looked hard at this robot. He had an idea, and suddenly said, "Boo!" The robot jumped, it looked startled, and it tensed up. He pinched its skin and it said, "Ouch!" "You're not a robot, are you..." he said. "You're an actual little girl." "Oh, no, I am just an excellent robot who is very life-like!" she said, with that robotic tone in her voice again. "You're lying," he said. Wendy looked at him, then sighed and said, "I... I'm not a robot, I'm sorry. He wants me to pretend and I do the best I can, but... You wanted a robot and you just got a little girl instead." She pouted. Jonathan was silent a while. "You don't understand, do you... Some of the guys would love to have sex with a real 6-year-old if we could, but it's very, very illegal. So the idea that there might be a robot, and one who couldn't be harmed -- it's not the real thing, but it would still be amazing. But instead, here I am and I've actually raped a 6-year-old." "It wasn't rape. It was OK with me." "Meh, the law doesn't care about that part because you're just a kid. You done this with any other guys?" "Yeah, three of them." "Did any of them know you weren't a robot?" "None of them said so, but I think one suspected it." "How did you come to be with Bruce?" She hesitated. "My life before was very hard. Lots of hitting and fighting and not having enough to eat. Bruce has been very good to me. Wonderful!" "Did he do sexual things with you?" "A little, but more kind of fun. He stretched out my vagina with plastic things so it would be big enough. Little by little. He said all robots had to do that." She smiled. "He told me it was hard to pretend to be a robot, but he thought I could do it, and I took it as a challenge. How do you think I did?" "You did great, you did great..." said Jonathan. "And what did you think of it, the three times -- make it four -- men did it to you?" "It was kind of weird. But a lot better than the hitting and fighting. And the men seemed so... excited! So happy! And I thought Wow, I can do that just by lying there and letting them stick it in me and go in and out." Jonathan realized he and the girl were both still naked. "What's your name really?" "Sophia." "Sophia. A lovely name. Sophia, can you just lie here and snuggle with me?" asked Jonathan. "Sure!" And so they began to snuggle. After a while Jonathan found tears running down his cheeks, and he suppressed the urge to really cry. It would be nothing to cry with a robot, but with a girl... to heck with it -- he just cried softly. "What's the matter?" asked Sophia. "It's just... this has always been my dream, and I can never have it." "I'm sorry," said he girl. "Hey, your penis is hard again." "Never mind that," said Jonathan. "You could do it again," she said. "What?" "Well, it's always been your dream. So you could do it again, and I won't have to pretend to be a robot." Jonathan thought. Would anyone believe he had really thought she was a robot? Very unlikely. He was already guilty of rape. Was it worse in the eyes of the law to do it twice than once? Not much. In any case, his lust, right now, in the moment, thought another time would be a fantastic idea. "Then I'll see if my body can make a man so really, really happy when I'm not pretending to be a robot." Jonathan turned over onto the little girl, kissed her, stroked her body, and then penetrated her again, sensitive at each step to hesitation on her part. There was none. It felt fantastic. He thought of her happiness at knowing how happy the men got, so he gave full expression to how great he felt. "Oh God, Sophia! That feels so, so good! You're so beautiful... You make my penis feel so fantastic..." He wanted to last, but nature called. It called him to ejaculate in the little girl. His ecstasy was even better the second time, because he wasn't trying to avoid the knowledge of something he did not want to know. This time he knew just what he was doing, and he was doing it to a real 100% natural girl. When he had shot his last drops he looked at the amazing sight of the shaft of his cock buried in a little girl. He slowly pulled out. As his pulse returned to near normal, he hugged the girl and kissed her and hugged her some more, smiling. Then it was time to get dressed and for the two of them to act like just a little girl and just a big man. Sophia got back into her robot character as Bruce approached. Jonathan paid the balance of the hefty fee he owed, told Bruce how great his little robot was, and said goodbye to ... Wendy. That's what Bruce would expect him to call her. Part of him thought he ought to go to the authorities, and put an end to this. But she sure looked happy. Foster homes were an uncertain proposition. And his own neck would be on the chopping block. He wondered if he could afford her again. It was very bad of him... But she would probably be happier with him than most other guys, not having to pretend to be a robot. He didn't know if the others would be nice to her, but he certainly knew he would. He dimly recognized rationalization in his thoughts, but he kept thinking them nonetheless. Yes, he should arrange to see Sophia again. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.