by Troy Conway
“Come along, please.”
He brought me to a vast cave that was filled with the bodies of faceless girls lying in freezers. The bodies were those of Ip Chung and Kai Lai, apparently the two Russian robotic geniuses had searched long and hard before they decided on a female body that was five stars and then some where it came to shapely sexiness. They had not given these robots face, nor activated them, as yet. They lay there with round blobs for heads, without any features but eyes. And all those many eyes were shut
“Our manpower pool, Professor. Or should I say—girl-power pool? It really makes no difference.”
“What about those people I saw tilling the field? Were they robots too?”
Kang Chow shrugged. “A few of our earlier experiments. They are all right as workers, but they are limited to that. This project has been going on for about five years, ever since Novotny and Kolsikoff defected to Maoist China. We use the inferior ones for menial labors, no more.”
Like Yi Lou in that little fishing village. Maybe they’d forgotten she had the body of Ip Chung and was programmed to get hot and want to make love upon temptation. My bared manhood had been temptation to set her off. If her arm hadn’t broken off, I might never have known she was an android.
“All right,” I said, pretending good fellowship, “where do I go from here? What do I do first?”
Kang Chow laughed. “I’m really surprised at you, Professor. We are not barbarians. We will not fling you on a table, strap you down, and go to work on your magnificent body. No, no. You have been seeing too many Frankenstein movies of late. Girls!”
They came running, their bright eyes dancing with mischief. It was hard to believe they were not real live China dolls. Kang Chow stood back and let them crowd around me.
“They will take your measurements, professor. I give you as many days as. you need for the task. Isn’t that fair? And you’ll be wined and dined in one of our most luxurious suited.”
“Nobody could ask more,” I replied, hugging a couple of girls to my naked body. They giggled and rubbed their smooth skins against me. A couple more came up in front, two more crowded in to my buttocks. Their hands seemed to be everywhere.
Kolsikoff coughed behind a hand. In his dry voice he said, “Before this gets out of hand, there are some further things I’d like to know about our subject.”
“The interrogation room, Kang Chow nodded, of course. I’ll leave you folks now. I have duties of my own to perform.”
He bowed out. The girls and the two Russians walked with me into a corridor and to a room W out like a medical office. I must say the Red Chinese had really out done themselves in this cave compound. Thanks to the air-conditioning and heating systems that blew air all around them, they had made these caves into something out of a science-fiction movie.
I sat down and the girls grouped around me.
Kolsikoff asked questions. Novotny punched some computer cards when I answered. I told them all about myself—except for a couple of Coxe Foundation secrets. Hell, they knew all about me. They had not selected me as a pig in a poke. I just repealed what they already knew.
Every computer has its in-put system. Into this in fed the programming punch-cards with the data necessary for the proper functioning of the computer, things like dates and names and suchlike, together with the instructions as to what the computer is to do with this information. Sometimes an electric typewriter is hooked into the computer, sometimes the computer uses a roll of tape; occasionally, another punched card carries the answers.
Each computer has its own arithmetical unit, its control system, its answering device. The computer is directed to store knowledge or use that knowledge in a process of mathematical reasoning and answer any questions given to it, to print any answers that are needed. They no longer use huge banks of vacuum tubes in computers. Nowadays they depend on miniaturization of its many parts, so that the computers are not nearly as large aid as bulky as they once were. The transistors and diodes, sensing-wires and grids, do not take up much space. And these computers are so ingenious that they are Wig used to train students to be doctors.
Novotny and Kolsikoff got everything out of me they needed. Novotny handed one of the girls a tape measure. He said, “Get his measurements down on paper for us. We will be busy getting all the information we’ve just taken into our computers’ memory banks.”
The girls nodded happily. They drew me from the chair where I’d been sitting and, with a girl leading the way—her naked buttocks wigwagging at me in a code I understood only too well—I was led out of the medical section into the living quarters.
The living quarters were up two flights of stairs. Apparently these caves were honeycombed with stairs and corridors, hollowed out of solid rock by Chinese workers and fitted with the stairs and carpers, smoothed-off walls and such in which I now found myself.
My room was circular in shape with wooden walls and wall-to-wall carpeting. Indirect lighting showed me a king sized bed and cushions thrown around on the floor. The room was about twenty feet in diameter, big and spacious. A writing desk and chair was across from the bed. Bookcases had been built into the walls and held books in English. For my perusal, no doubt
The girl with the measuring tape stepped up to me so that her hard nipples scratched my chest and her pubic hair tickled my main attraction. She put her bare arms about me and used the tape to measure my chest. I had all .I could do to stand still, because the other girls were caressing me with them soft palms, just about everywhere. Only one thing bothered me. My phallus lay limp like dead.
“Forty-three,” the girl read. “Now please inhale.” She measured me again, staring down at my limp penis with arched eyebrows as she came closer. “Forty-eight. My, you seem to be quits unmoved by all us girls. And I’d heard such things about you, Professor!”
Oddly enough, these girls were not turning me on. Maybe it was because I knew they were robots and not the red thing. Hell, I was no kook who got his kicks from balling clothing dummies. I function only with the red thing. Ip Chung and Kai Lai had been exceptions; I hadn’t known at the time they were androids, I honestly believed them to be real, live girls. These are not women, they are machines, my mind was telling me, no matter how good they look. So my phallus folded like a long balloon with a slow leak.
Maybe these girls were robots, but they sure were programmed to act like real girls. They clustered around me, petting me, their soft red mouths kissed my flesh wherever they could reach. It was no go. It was less than effective.
Tape-measure Tilly was kneeling, putting the tape about my upper thigh. This naturally brought her into close contact with my drooping spirit. Her eyes blinked, she made her lip pout. As she drew the tape measure tight, she loosened her lips and leaned to kiss my limp but bloated flesh.
Her face crumpled in dismay. She looked up at me.
“What’s the matter with you? You are supposed to boast a super-phallus. What did we do wrong?”
For a moment I. was afraid she was going to cry, but she pulled herself together long enough to snap, “Ah Fong, go tell the masters about this. It is very important to the success of the project.”
Ah Fong stared daggers at Tilly, but she padded off. I gathered that Tilly was some sort of sub-commissar in the caves. A superior sort of robot, that is. She went on measuring me, that was what she had been ordered to do, but she shook her head from side to side and gave sorrowful little sighs.
The other girls set themselves the task of reanimating my spirit. Their lips kissed me from mouth to toes. Wet tongues were dragged over my chest, my belly,. my unstirring man-hood. I stood there like a naked golden god and let them do whatever they wanted. My mind was in control and my mind told me these were not real babes at all.
Novotny came himself, with Ah Fong a little ahead of him, half running, Her arm came up, her finger pointed at my collapsed cannon.
The big man shook his head worriedly. “What’s wrong? I thought all these girls would have you in fine
fettle. Can it be you’ve had too much fun the past few days, Professor?”
“Not at all These things aren’t real females. My sex habits have been processed since the age of puberty to function only with honest honeys.”
“This is a development we hadn’t counted on. We were so certain. . . .”
He brightened suddenly. We shall test you. with a real girl, Professor. In that way, we can see if you are honestly tired or really do have a thing against making it with a robot. Are you finished. Ming Mei?”
Ming Mei was Tape-measure Tilly. She was placing the tape about my forehead. “Not yet, sir. But soon.”
“Never mind the measurements. The other is more important. Come along with me, Professor. We must make arrangements.”
I was taken to a room fitted out with a bed and carpet, and a row of seats on tiers like at a theater in the round. I was told to wait, so I lay down on the bed and put my hands behind my back. I fell asleep.
I woke in a dim .blue light to the touch of a tongue running over my phallus. A woman was crouched on the bed, kneeling above my loins. Her red tongue was performing the rite of reparer les torts de la nature. Back and forth she dragged her tongue on my flesh. My flesh remained quiescent.
My eyes took in the men seated in the tiered chairs and staring down at us. I saw Kang Chow between Novotny and Kolsikoff, as well as half a dozen other men in lab smocks or the hospital wear of medical men. My eyeballs wandered to study the woman kneeling beside me.
She looked real enough.
Her black hair was long and uncut, it half hid my loins, above which her head was poised. Her profile was exquisite, with tilted nose and full mouth and cheeks like peach fuzz Her breasts were somewhat heavy, though not so large as those of Ip Chung and Kai Lai. Her hips were slender and her legs very shapely.
“Stop,” said Dmitri Koliskoff.
The girl drew back, turning her head to stare at the men. She made an appealing sight, squatting on her a haunches. Her nipples were quite long and stiff, so apparently she herself was not unaffected by what she had been doing to me.
The men were going to have a consultation about ma They crowded together, talking in low voices. I gathered that I was one huge disappointment to them all. I had failed them in my very first test. They had to do something about that, like make adjustments.
Novotny glanced down at me from time to time though he was listening to the others. He wanted them to do one thing, they were against his suggestion and proposed a different course of action
Finally Kang Chow said, “Fetch Mah Tung.”
Mah Tung was a middle-aged man who wore the white hospital smock of a doctor. He held a hypodermic needle in a hand. He came to my side with a nurse at his heels. The nurse dipped a piece of cotton in some liquid and massaged my upper thigh. Then Mah Tung stuck the needle in me.
He stood back with a bland smile to wait results.
Nothing happened.
Fedor Novotny slapped the flat top of the railing behind which he was sitting. “You see? It is m I have chimed. He has a compulsion not to make love with a women he thinks or bows is a robot. mere is nothing them to stimulate his priapic impulses.”
“Then all this is far nothing,” Kand Chow wailed.
Novotny shook his head back and forth as he grinned. I would not say that, no. If you listen to me, I will make him practically rape that girl”
He rose to his feet and came down the step into the little round arena where the bed was placed. He walked up to me and lifted out a gold watch from his pocket.
He swung the watch back and forth.
Naturally, I knew what he was doing. I have used hypno-tism myself in my League for Sexual Dynamics classes at the University. There were even times when I have auto-hypnotized myself.
I said, “You can’t go around hypnotizing the robots you build that resemble me.”
“Possibly not, Professor. They will be programmed however, if this plan of mine works, to make love just as eagerly to robot women as to real women. If we can build them perfectly enough, there is no reason why robot men cannot mate with robot women and conceive children.”
“Ohhh, brother!”
His smile was hard. “Look at the watch, Professor. If I can hypnotize you into believing Feng Ti is a real woman, I will know that your robot duplicates will be able to be programmed properly. What is programming but hypnosis of a sort? Now watch the watch.”
I did like the man said.
And then I heard him speak.
“Feng Ti is a real woman. She has lovely breasts and a bare body that will hold you in an embrace that will delight you. The touch of her hands and her lips, her tongue, is wildly exciting to your manhood. Feng Ti is a real woman.
She has lovely breasts. . . .”
The voice droned on
The watch swung back and forth.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Soft lip spread upon my own. A tongue slithered into my mouth. I felt naked female flesh on me, grew aware that big breasts were mashed to my chest. A pair of dimpled thighs were moving back and forth with my erection held between them.
Feng Ti whispered into my open mouth, “I adore you, Professor. Please be kind to me. Please, please. . . .”
My hands went up her soft back, stroked down to her plump buttocks. My mind thought of nothing but this naked woman lying on top of me. Vaguely I understood that she was named Feng Ti, that she was the wife of a doctor at a Hong Kong hospital, that her husband neglected her for the embraces of a young nurse on his staff.
I had met her at a ball given for some diplomats. We had flirted with one another, she had been in a lowcut evening gown and enjoyed my staring down the vee to her unbrassiered breasts. We had danced and had made an appointment to meet in a hotel room.
We were in that hotel room now.
My phallus had grown as she undressed for me, pulling off her street clothes, her girdle and stockings She had turned her back so I might remove her brassiere. Then she had undressed me.
Now we were naked bed together. There was no rush about what we were going to do; we could take our time. Her husband had left Hong Kong for a Tokyo consultation. Mrs. Feng Ti was free for the next few days until his return.
My fingers sank into her soft behind, urging her upward. She lifed herself and slid up on my body until her heavy breasts dangled inches from my mouth. I kissed each long brown nipple, I took each nipple into my mouth. I played at baby to her breasts while she whimpered and shook above me.
Instead of being held by her thighs, my peos was now between her knees. She was making movements with her hips, quivering and shaking at the sensual feelings racing through her flesh. My mouth suckled her hanging breasts gently and hungrily. It had ban a long time for the old professor, between girls. Something like a month or six weeks, I vaguely understood.
Feng Ti was going to nap the benefits of my abstinence.
I was so hard and big that I hurt.
My phallus needed the salve of satiation from the sweet yin of this married woman. Her perfumed breath panted in my nostrils as I suckled her nipples, as my hands went around her soft, smooth buttocks and up and down their crease. She whispered words of adoration for the size and rocklike strength of my phallus between her knees, urging and begging me to give it to her, she needed it as she needed the very air she breathed.
My hands moved her upward still more I kissed a path from her hanging breasts to her soft belly. Suddenly it dawned on her that I wanted to worship her just as she worshipped me with words. Eagerly she scrambled up my body until she was sitting on my hairy chest. Wantonly she parted her thighs and leaned forward.
With lips and tongue I adored her femininity.
Head thrown back, Mrs. Feng Ti wailed her delight to the hotel ceiling. Her body trembled, her hips quivered, afraid to move too strongly for fear of dislodging my lingual She could not control her bodily convulsions for long, however. A pair of soft inner thighs clamped my head, her hips looped and darted as she began
to scream.
I pushed her up and back. I fell between her still-parted golden thighs. My furious priapus drove deep within her inviting flesh.
There is a saying among the Chinese that a woman enjoys “forty times in and out,” in which her clitoral bud is stimulated by the friction of the male member and during which she enjoys more than a dozen orgasmic convulsions. Feng Ti did her forty and more, because I was wound up tight as a drumhead and fed her enjoyment as from an inexhaustible fountain.
I went on and on. Forty became eighty, a hundred and sixty and even more. We sawed back and forth like a couple of lumberjacks working at a tree.
Hindu women go for the “nine times shallow, one time deep,” so I varied my coital movements to include that particular delight. Mrs. Feng went wild over it, and under me. When I figured she might be getting bored, I grabbed her by her hips and dropped on my back, swinging her on top of me.
Now we could indulge in the corkscrew methods of the Japanese, those circular grinding motions that allow the vaginal muscles to contract about and milk the male intruder. Pretty Feng Ti was out of her skull with ecstasy. Her eyes were closed, her teeth were biting her lips until they damn near bled. The breath was going in and out of h a mouth so as to make the hsa! hsa! sounds that indicate female enjoyment.
Time stood still in our hotel room. It was as if old Shou Lou was giving our fang shou his blessing. My hips went up and around, Feng Ti ground her own hips in a counter-circular movement to match my awn. I became the “crystal infant” of ideal Chinese copulation, in which I retained my yang essence while. being bathed with the benificent properties of the yin moisture.
Then everything turned into nightmare.
Somebody yelled, “Enough, enough! We are satisfied”
He was satisfied? I was not.
I snarled and dug my fingers into the smooth golden hips of Feng Ti. She reached down and dug her long red Fingernails into my shoulders as if to help maintain coital contact. Hands caught at her-I saw them clearly. Hands also sought to rip me loose from her delightful flesh.