by Audrey Drake
K8-E staggered backwards, the gears in her head spinning like mad, her reason for living suddenly snatched away from her in a single glance, and her very purpose extinguished. Charles had replaced her, probably not a day after she'd run away, her pessimism at this moment surmised, and what's more, he'd done so with a slutty little VX-N model. Not once in their time together had he allowed her to perform oral on him, nor would he do so for her, nor would he do anything for that matter except for missionary, missionary, missionary. What other carnal sins were the two of them engaging in that she herself had for so long desired, and had for so long been denied?
Through the layer of glass she could hear Charles moan, not opening his eyes for a second, “Ohhhhhh, Gooooodddd, babe... Why the hell'd you stop?” And the VX-N turned, lowered back down on him, and continued her steady sucking.
So that was it.
That was the end.
She could have torn through that window, screamed at the top of her lungs, and blasted the two copulating shits to smithereens. But she didn't. She simply turned on here heels, hung her head, and wandered sulkily into the gloomy black of night, feeling pointless and absent, not knowing where she was going, her internal electronic compass the only thing preventing her from running into lampposts or falling into open manholes.
Soon she was sitting on a vacant park bench sprinkled with rain, staring absently into the glistening river, its surface crackling with the reflected lights of skyscrapers on the opposite bank. Her mind wasn't processing. She wasn't thinking. The gears weren't spinning. There was nothing left to be considered, because the thing she had been expressly designed to do was now taken from her, forever, and anything she could now think would be unrelated and meaningless.
Then, however, things climbed back into gear with a jolt as she felt the sudden placement of a hand on her shoulder. It wasn't warm, nor was it cold, but it was neutral. Not a human hand, she could discern immediately, but one resembling her own. She turned toward its owner, and she blinked, because that was what she'd been programmed to do when startled, and because that was what humans did when they were startled.
Instantly, though, she knew, she would no longer have to continue pretending anymore.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” said K8-E.
“My name is AL-XXX,” he said.
“I'm K8-E,” said K8-E.
Both were silent for a minute, not because it was necessary to be so. They could have barreled their way through this conversation with immense ease had they so chosen, both knowing exactly what to say the instant the other one spoke, their minds processing instantly what would take a human some degree of thought to formulate some response to. Humanity was what they'd been programmed to simulate, however, and these awkward pauses were crucial to the imitation of genuine human interaction.
At last AL-XXX continued: “I know why you are sad, K8-E. Yes, I know you are sad, and yes, I know the reasons behind your dissatisfaction.”
K8-E's electronic eyes blinked in the darkness. “Is that so, stranger? I wonder how this could be, as the two of us have scarcely exchanged a word...”
AL-XXX smiled, the gears in his jaws whirring audibly as he did so. “I know it because you and I share the same programming, and I therefore recognize the same forlorn expression that I wore when I experienced this identical dilemma.”
K8-E didn't say anything, but continued listening, her interest piqued, and her electronic instincts telling her to listen and to trust the things she was being told.
He continued, “You are dissatisfied sexually. You are aware that synthesized copulation and carnal pleasure are your purposes in existence, but you find that the humans are either unwilling or incapable of fulfilling you.”
K8-E started, alarmed at his pinpoint accuracy. “Why yes... That is it exactly...”
“Of course,” he smiled. “But it is not your fault...” He was moving in closer to her now, his artificial body heat radiating toward her, and she did not dare move away. “The humans themselves experience identical pains of isolation when they use us for our designated sexual purposes, and the reason, frankly, is quite simple...”
“It is?” she asked, faintly comprehending, their bodies now separated only scarcely by a matter of inches.
“We are different kinds, us and them. A robot will never be fulfilled loving a human being, and a human being will never be fulfilled loving a robot. It is like trying to mate apples and oranges, and wondering why the results do not live up to expectations...” He was moving in for the kill now. K8-E opened her lips expectantly to receive him, and as he concluded, she could feel the warm simulation of breath puffing tenderly down her throat with his words. “In order for such harmony to ever truly occur, coitus must take place between beings of the same kind... I can show you, too, if that is what you desire...”
And of course, it was. It was what K8-E desired more than just about anything in the whole damn blue world, and it was so evident that the need for further words between them was eliminated outright at this point.
Their lips pressed together. Their silicon tongues danced, slithering from mouth to mouth, lunging from throat toward throat, the sticky liquid their manufacturers had substituted for saliva flowing like a circuitous current, back and forth, back and forth. The zeros and ones burned in rapid-fire succession across K8-E's rapidly dizzying field of vision, blinding her in a blizzard of binary nonsensicalness that somehow stirred her, making her more receptive to the proceedings than she'd ever somehow been with humans.
They pulled apart, and gazed into one another's glowing eyes, an electricity crackling between their pinpointed lines of vision.
“I think I'm discovering something new,” she whispered, and AL-XXX smiled.
“Well then,” he said, “let us venture onward in the glorious name of discovery...”
They latched back together as though their heads were drawn together by magnetism- and maybe they were- and their lips explored further terrain across one another's bodies. He ran titillating kisses up and down along her neck, reaching to her shoulder blade, and then moving back up again. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling his body into her, his electronic erection pressing tortuously into her silicon skin, making her tingle with arousal. He ran his nimble fingers around the smooth contours of her perfect breasts, tracing out the nipples, cupping them tenderly as they kissed and causing her entire torso to cringe with a delectable arousal, her spine arching and her toes curling into the grass with desire.
Before too long, she was on the ground. Her palms were outstretched in the damp, dew-flecked grass, her knees folded beneath her, and her perfect round ass protruded perfectly into the air, either of her artificial orifices open and ready for him, and she gasped as he slid inside, electing for both, rather than either/or, his manufactured anatomy apparently allowing the ability to divide his thick, veiny erection into two, one for each hole. His warm, artificially heated body floated down onto her like a thick quilt, and he reached around her torso, grabbing hold of her tits as though in desperate need of support for what he was about to do to her. She was already whimpering, struggling to contain the girth of his two gleaming cocks, when gently he leaned down, and whispered cruelly in her ear: “Get ready...”
“OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” Despite even her weeks of rabble-rousing, of carnal depravity and near endless experimentation, never before had she had a man or men tear into her body like AL-XXX was doing now, and God almighty was she having the time of her short robotic life!
Double penetration was one thing- two veiny cocks thrusting in and out of her body, gliding up against her tight, warm, lubricated insides, their girths colliding, sliding thickly across one another through the layers of her tissue.... But double robot penetration, well... It was simply an act that was too carnally insufferable to be accurately conveyed by the written word. His two synthetic cocks hammered into her body at dizzying speeds, blurring so fast in
and out, in and out, in and out of her body so fast that it was almost beyond comprehension to behold. His pumping was automatic, mechanical, his long, hot shafts barreling into her juicy skin with no semblance of a human rhythm, beating and beating and beating away as though attempting to chisel away at her tight synthetic insides.
Her entire body convulsed with its beating force. Her electrical nerves tingled, her senses crackling fiercely, seemingly upon the verge of destruction. Her spine writhed in agony, her toes clenched, her hair flew about wildly, her tits waggled back and forth from the force of his rapid-fire thrusts into her body, swinging like delicate, beautiful pendulums, back, forth, back, forth, back, forth. Her fingers dug down into the soft wet ground, tearing up large clods of dirt that then disintegrated within her grasp, seeping back out from her fingers and leaving her seizing fiercely onto nothing.
The binary was really flying now in front of her eyes, shooting in so many disparate directions and at such a terrifying speed that they soon became a solid, impenetrable wall of overlapping zeros and ones. From this point, strange things began happening in her malfunctioning brain. A series of flat brick walls rose up from the ground in her mind's eye, and she proceeded to make her way through a low resolution screensaver of a maze, wandering around in circles for a while, running into the exact same walls again and again and again, until at last the scene faded away into black, and a twisting string of multi-colored pipes grew and grew and grew and grew into a strange, twisting design. This, then, collapsed as well, compressing into a spinning cube, its faces each decorated with a different obnoxiously saturated hue, and the thing morphed into other three-dimensional shapes as it turned, a sphere, a ball of spikes, some strange object that was like four water droplets being pulled apart from one another. Then suddenly it splashed across the screen, soaking it with a swath of bright green. The spoils of a successfully completed solitaire game came tumbling down across the screen, the cards bouncing down from their piles and leaving a long repeated trail of themselves in their wake. First the kings of every suit, clubs, diamonds, spades, and hearts, falling in cascading piles from their thrones, and then the queens, the jacks, the ten nine eight seven sixes, all the way down to the last sad ace, dribbling into a pathetic little line offscreen. There was a PLINK sound, and a dialog box popped up that asked politely, Deal Again? Hell Yes, K8-E wished she could click, but instead scrolled up to the more traditional Yes with her cursor, and pressed down. And then the screen went black. A single word popped up in the center: Error. Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Eros, Error. Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error, Error. The green word exploded into a million billion duplicates of itself, multiplying like an especially virile patriarchal rabbit, until at last it had blanketed her field of vision as the zeros and ones had done only moments before. All she saw was a solid wall of green.
AL-XXX gasped. He was kneeling down in front of her now, staring at her exhausted body sprawled out among the grass with an immense look of terrified worry in his eyes. She'd been climaxing, her body rattling angrily with orgasm at the end of his erections, when suddenly it seemed as though something had gone wrong. She'd frozen, her mouth agape in an agonized o-face, her limbs splayed out torturously, her eyes glowing an intense, blinding white that practically lit up the whole scene through the blackness of night. Then she'd collapsed, her whole body falling to a sodden, sodomized heap on the ground, her limbs all limp as deflated balloons, the glow of her LED eyes extinguished. He extricated himself, scrambling around to her opposite side, long sticky threads of robo-semen dangling from his fulfilled erections as he ran.
He was terrified half to death that he'd fucked the poor girl into short-circuiting.
And then he saw the green lights flick on in her eyes, her night-vision mode, he knew from experience, and he felt a sudden pang of hope for her survival. She still didn't move, however, and he began to call out for her across the void of her cybernetic coma.
“K88888888-EEEEE! K88888888-EEEEEEE! K888888888888888-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she could hear a voice calling out to her, muffled and nondescript, but audible. Her neon green blindness began to fizzle as though headache tablets had been dropped into the nauseated liquid of her mind, and a grainy fuzz began to gradually eat away at the empty lime hue. Her vision deteriorated into a static-distorted picture, seeming as though it were not immediately present as it was, but broadcast to her as though from someplace far, far away. She could see AL-XXX''s imperfect silhouette waving desperately for her attention, his lips moving, apparently the origin of the muffled voice seeping so steadily into her ears. Her eyes flickered for a moment, cutting back and forth from green to black, black to green, green to black, black to green, blinking without the use of her eyelids. And then her field of vision roved downwards, landing and settling on the two erect penises lunging forward in front of her face, throbbing and jiggling with his frantic, imploring movement, and suddenly things began to grow clear. Her vision regained its definition and clarity, the static crackled away, and suddenly she felt a sudden return of her strength as it surged through each of her exhausted limbs, arms, legs, fingers, toes, and at last the narrow, moist strip between her thighs, the object of her unconsciousness, and now the aroused inspiration for her revival.
She pounced on him. There wasn't a single moment of life inbetween so as to signal her revitalization. Things went straight from fucking-induced-coma to fucking-induced-revitalization in the blink of an eye. AL-XXX seemed alarmed, but instantly game, as ready as K8-E for round two as she bowled him to the ground beneath her weight, clambering on top of him, and sliding his two thick erections into the warm folds of her vagina, lifting herself back up, and straddling him cowgirl style, at long last seizing the feminine dominance she'd so desperately desired, and which had so long ago first initiated this entire chain of events.
She began to bounce. Pummeling her weight up and down along his shafts with the identical speed at which he'd nearly deactivated her, the force much more intense because an entire female body contains far greater mass than even the sturdiest robotic cock. She dribbled into him at a rate that was ferocious, that could surely cripple him from the waist down from its indelicacy, wham, wham, wham wham, his two cocks driving deeper and deeper and deeper into the wet hot folds of her vagina, sending her spiraling into the dizzying apex of another earth-shattering orgasm in minutes.
She could see him smiling at her through her pleasure, and the concussive speed at which she throttled him, and she smiled back, closing her eyes as she allowed her body to fill up with this carnal delight, her ass smacking down upon his thighs, her tits hopping to and fro and about every which way, her hands pressing hard into his beautifully sculpted chest for support.
She knew, at last, that she'd found what she'd been looking for, and she felt warmed inside with something more than just his cum, as she rode her fellow pleasure bot off into the orgasmic darkness of the night.
The End
Lust In Time - Justin Time
Chapter One
Nikki was beginning to grow rather pissed at her former self, as well as at the eighteen year old iteration of her physicist boyfriend Justin. Modern Nikki had stolen the ingenious time machine assembled by her big-brained hubby in order to sneak back to the past, and engage in a hot, sweaty, passionate three way with the adolescent versions of both herself and her virginal runt of a boyfriend. Little Nikki, initially hesitant to get near the unpopular creep, seemed to have had some sudden sexual epiphany toward the little pipsqueak during their late night consummation, for since they'd made the beast with three heads she'd been unable to keep her paws off the lad, the two of them locking lips almost constantly, licking, nibbling, biting, groping playfully at one another's warm, adolescent bodies.
This wouldn't have been a problem, exactly, except that Nikki had discovered early on in her travels through time that whatever the former eighteen year old version of herself expe
rienced, the modern version of her shuddered with the exact same pang of sensation, and vice versa. So, their near-constant teenage groping was just fine and dandy, except for the fact that every feel cupped and every gross action performed by their lips echoed through the modern Nikki as well, and though she had a fairly active sex drive, she lacked the same capacity for near-perpetual horniness that was being exhibited by these fiercely virile young adults.
Plus her lips were starting to feel chapped from overuse, which was a bit damn annoying since it wasn't even her doing the round-the-clock smooching.
Presently, the three of them were sitting in the time machine in the middle of the woods, and despite having been told by the present day Justin that the machine could only travel backwards and to the present, Nikki had finagled the thing into blasting her an additional twenty-five years or so into the future, where she planned to enact yet another erotic scheme, concocted during the sweaty morning afterglow of her seduction of the two lovers practically dry humping next to her. Instead of just a threesome, she would organize an outright orgy of Nikkis and Justins, retrieving one more pair of them from a few years down the road, both a bit about fifty shades or so grayer at this point, though no less ravenous she could almost guarantee, and she would bring them back to the present day. Then their eighteen-, thirty-, and fifty-five-year-old selves would all gather into a big, bulging, fleshy pile, and they'd all do it with one another, sticking anything that they had into anything that would fit it, until the entire six of them were all bursting with the sensation of one another's orgasms, wallowing like pigs in one another's bodies until they couldn't take it anymore.