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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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