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09-17-2005, 11:38 AM
I did not write this story all credit to the Author---Hungry Guy

FEMBOT--NOT! {Hungry Guy} (M/Fembot FFembot/M ScFi cons rom
asfr bot robot oral anal ws humil tort)
BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this
story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is
nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) as the
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing

*** Chapter 1 ***

Carol was sitting on her living room sofa going through her bills
in her panties and bathrobe on a Saturday morning. She wrote a check
for $143.97 for her electric bill. $82.06 for her phone bill.
$53.20 for her cable bill. And she paid her Master Card down by $50.

Then there was the junk mail. A dating service sent her a
special offer just for women. Women can join for only $800. Men, of
course, joined for free. In a big yellow star, the flyer screamed
they had a ratio of only 20 women to every man in their membership.
But she had tried a dating service once, and never even got as far as
one date with a man.

She opened a large, thick white envelope from Shinra Corporation.
Just out of curiosity, she had sent for a fembot brochure a while
ago. She couldn't understand how any guy could prefer a robot over a
real live woman.

"Ugh!" she gasped when she opened the brochure. She felt like
she was reading a porno magazine. She was looking at a photo of a
beautiful woman--no, a fembot--giving a guy a deep-throat blowjob.
The caption read, "Now a man can have multiple orgasms! A fembot can
deep-throat you continuously, for as long as it takes, to give you
orgasms over and over again. All you need to do is sit back and

The following page showed a man fucking a girl in the ass. "A
fembot can take you up her back door as easily as up her vagina or in
her mouth. A fembot is always in the mood for sex and will never
refuse you."

She flipped to another random page showing another beautiful
woman running a vacuum cleaner in the nude. "A fembot can clean your
house for you between blowjobs, with never a complaint or demand for

She flipped to the back where the brochure talked about the
technical aspects of a fembot: "Powered by a small LENR fusion
reactor, a fembot needs only a small drink of water each day as a
power supply."

The next page talked about her skin: "A fembot's skin is a
protein-based polymer that has the feel and taste of live human
flesh. It's porous internally, and warm oil is pumped through it to
make it feel like human flesh. She's indistinguishable from a meat
girl by sight or touch.

"Meat girl?" Carol shrieked to herself. "Is that what I am?"

The following page got a little more explicit: "A fembot's mouth
has artificial glands that produce real saliva, and her vagina has
artificial glands that produce real feminine lubricants that are
chemically identical to those produced by a meat girl."

"This is sick!" She tore the brochure in half and slapped the
pieces onto her coffee table.

The following weekend, Carol's brother, Brian, had invited her
over to his apartment for dinner. She spent the afternoon washing
and brushing her long natural blonde hair. She was an attractive
woman, and she knew it. In a bygone era, guys would have said that
she was "hot." But slender, beautiful women couldn't even get fat,
ugly guys these days.

She arrived at Brian's apartment. Mom and dad were there too.
In this age of fembots, will anyone in the next generation have a
real mom and dad any more? Brian's fembot, Tifa, served them
spaghetti after they sat at the table. Brian was a salesman at a
nearby Shinra distributorship--so, of course, he owned one of the
infernal things.

Tifa set Carol's plate in front of her. "Thank you, Tifa."

"You're welcome, Carol. I hope you enjoy it."

Carol sometimes didn't know whether to be amazed or disgusted
when she visited her brother. If she didn't know that Tifa was a
machine, she never would have guessed. She had talked alone with
Tifa often enough. Having a conversation with the robot was just
like chatting with one of her girlfriends. Tifa had opinions--
intelligent opinions--about current events, her favorite sports
teams, movies she likes, and so on. Of course, Tifa's sole
motivation was to make Brian happy and be ready at any moment to obey
any request, sexual or non-sexual, that he may make of her. That
came through loud and clear.

After Dinner, after mom and dad left, and Tifa was washing the
dishes, Brian sat next to Carol. "Is something wrong, sis?"

Carol could talk to her brother about almost anything, drinking,
drugs, boy trouble, girl trouble, safe sex, and so on. "I don't
think I'll ever meet a guy. All you guys want fembots. You don't
want real girls any more."

"Yeah. Shinra sells malebots too, but we sell ten fembots to
guys for every malebot to a girl. And then there's the occasional
guy who buys a malebot, or girl who buys a fembot..."

Carol gasped. "I don't want to go there..."

"Neither do I," Brian said. "Now _THAT'S_ sick..."

"I don't know what I'm going to do!" Carol started crying on her
brother's shoulder. (And, no, this isn't going to turn into _THAT_
kind of story) "The last time I was at the mall, every fat, ugly guy
had a beautiful woman on his arm dressed like a slut--obviously all
fembots. You have to be a supermodel or a rock starlet to get a real
live human guy anymore. I'll do anything to meet a real human guy!"

"Well," Brian said slowly, "If you're willing to take a risk,
get a birth-control implant, and can be a fair actress, I have an

*** Chapter 2 ***

Ted had returned home to the U.S. last month. He got a job right
out of college and had spent the past ten years in India as a
software engineer, starting as a tester, and working his way up to
coder, to project leader, to DBA, then to system administrator.

With his living expenses practically nil all that time, and the
stock market shooting up like a rocket for the past few years, Ted
had accumulated over $1,400,000 in his mutual fund. Yet, he knew
that wealth can be frittered away too easily. So instead of a lavish
mansion, he had put $200,000 down on a small townhouse. Instead of
buying a brand new Porsche Boxster, he purchased a pre-owned 2024
Boxster with low miles. Then he hung his shingle as an independent
computer consultant.

He had one more major purchase to make, though. He kept a
Saturday open to shop for a fembot.

The Nissan fembots weren't to his liking. They all had huge
chests; while a lot of guys liked that, Ted didn't.

Honda went for the techno look. Their fembots all had skin and
hair in wild colors: lime green, hot pink, Day-Glo purple, bright
orange. Their fembots were the most affordable, but man! Were they

He considered buying American out of sheer principle, but
American-made fembots had to be operated by a remote control. That
wasn't so bad, but he had also heard rumors from reliable sources
that most of them were secretly hermaphrodites with retractable
dicks. Yuck! No way would he even consider an American-made fembot
if that were true!

He stopped at the Shinra distributorship last. Shinra's fembots
were the most expensive by far, but also the most realistic, and they
didn't go for any glitz--all just normal, but attractive, women.

"May I help you?" a pretty receptionist asked as he entered the

"I'm just looking," he barked at her and continued into the
showroom. Looking around at the fembots on display, most were inside
sealed glass cylinders, but a few were standing openly on pedestals.
He walked up to a brunette in a tiny black negligee. "Are you for

"Yes, I am," she said sweetly. "I'm Selphie. What's your name?"

"I'm Ted, but I'm not really interested in brunettes."

"You should ask a salesman for help," she offered.

Almost as on cue, a man in a white blazer came out with his hand
extended. "Welcome to Shinra! I'm Brian. You are?"

"I'm Ted."

"You like Selphie here?"

"Hmmm, not really," he said, still standing in front of her.
"I'm partial to blondes."

"No problem, sir. We have a large inventory of blondes. Please
follow me."

Ted had wanted to look around on his own first, but he followed
the pushy salesman into a small cozy conference room and sat at a
small round table. Opening a thick binder, he opened it, revealing
pages upon pages of beautiful women--no--fembots. "Why don't we
start by choosing three or four, then I'll bring them out to meet
you. Once we narrow down your tastes, we can narrow down your

"Sounds good," Ted said.

"Do you prefer a type-1 body, or type-2?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, you haven't seen our brochure yet?"

"No." Mild annoyance started rising in his voice. "I'd just
like to see some fembots. Blondes."

"Then have a seat on the sofa, and I'll be right back."

The salesman left, and returned a moment later with a strawberry
blonde with piercing black eyes. The woman--no, the fembot--sat next
to Ted on the comfy sofa.

"This is Tara," the salesman said.

"Hi Tara."

"Hi Ted," she said.

"So, you're really a robot?"

"Yes, I was built three months and four days ago in Japan and
shipped here."

"Wow! You look, talk, and act just like a real woman."

"Thank you. My skin is an organic polymer..." and she gave the
whole spiel about how a fembot is indistinguishable from a real

Ted took her arm in his hand and examined her closely. Her skin
sure looked and felt like human skin, even to the fine hairs. He
held his arm out and held their two arms next to each other. In
direct comparison like that, the differences between the human arm
and the fembot arm became more apparent. His arm was covered with
freckles and the occasional pockmark and scar from over 30 years of
life. Her skin, on the other hand, showed a total lack of any kind
of blemish, freckle, pockmark, scar, birthmark, or anything else."

"How do you like Tara?" the salesman asked.

"She's hot, but I'd like to see a few more before I make up my

"No problem. I'll be right back." The salesman left with Tara,
and brought Jubilee, a short bleached blonde. Next, he brought out a
tall blonde by the name of Carol. Then Liane, a tall strawberry
blonde. And last, just for variety, Nola, a black girl with blonde
hair all in braids.

"From what you've seen, can we narrow the selection down a
little? I can bring a few more girls out who more closely match your

"Actually," Ted said, "I rather like that tall girl with the long
hair you brought out before. What was her name?"

"Carol? She just came out of assembly this morning. She'll go

"I bet! You give most of your fembots odd names, why did she get
a normal girl's name?"

"I don't know, sir." The salesman laughed. "I just sell 'em, I
don't name 'em. Would you like to meet Carol again?"

"Yes, please."

The salesman left and returned, once again, with Carol.

Carol sat next to Ted as she did not too long ago. Ted took her
hand in his and examined her once again. Unlike the other fembots,
she had a few blemishes and freckles here and there on her arm. "I
can't believe how realistic your skin looks and feels! There's no
way I could tell you from a human girl!"

"Thank you, Ted," Carol said. "My skin is made from an organic

"Yes, I know," Ted interrupted her self-sales pitch, "by pumping
warm oil though your skin with a mechanical heart, yada, yada, yada."

To the salesman, Ted said, "I don't need to see any more bots.
I'll take this one."

"Good choice, sir. Like I said, Carol was just assembled this
morning, and she'll probably be gone by the end of the day."

The salesman beckoned Ted and Carol over to the small oval table,
where he laid out the sales contract and other paperwork.

"So, what's the bottom line?" Ted asked.

"If your credit is good, we can take a $1,000 deposit and then
put the balance on an installment plan. Or you can pay in full, if
you'd like."

Ted handed the salesman his credit card for the $1,000 deposit,
and then signed the contract.

The salesman then handed Ted a form. "Read this number to her
then speak your name."

"Why?" Ted asked.

"This process registers you as her owner to her. Once it's done,
she'll obey only you. Of course, keep her registration number in a
safe place."

"I see," he said to the salesman. Then to Carol, he slowly read
off the string of 16 digits and then spoke his name.

A second later, Carol smiled and replied, "Registration accepted.
I'm pleased to be your fembot, Ted."

"Great!" the salesman said. "It usually takes a few tries to
speak all those numbers right. Good luck with her!"

"Thanks," Ted said and left the Shinra showroom hand-in-hand with

Ted hadn't had any loving since that fling with that cute Indian
girl last year, and he was so horny!

So upon entering his townhouse and closing the door, he took
Carol upstairs into his bedroom. He put his arms around her waist
and kissed her, but she gasped and pulled back slightly.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I'm just a little nervous. I hardly know you."

"Oh? I didn't know that was a problem for a fembot."

"It isn't!" she said and threw her arms around his neck and
pressed her mouth to his.

After they had kissed for nearly a minute, Ted pulled back and
said, "Drop to your knees, Carol."

Carol squeaked but did as instructed. Ted unzipped his jeans and
let them drop. His member was already hard in anticipation when it
fell out of his Jockeys in front of Carol's face. "C'mon, Carol!
What're you waiting for?"

Carol glanced up at Ted, then did as instructed. In slow motion,
she opened her mouth and slid her lips over his quivering member.
She began sliding her head back and forth, causing the pressure to
build in his loins.

"C'mon, Carol! Deep throat me!" He grabbed her blonde hair and
pulled her face hard against his groin, jamming his hard cock down
her fembot throat.

She immediately began bucking and gagging and pulled her mouth
away, sputtering and coughing.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, Ted. Let me explain. I'm one of the latest models
with even more realism that most others. I have a gag reflex that I
need to learn to overcome. You need to be patient with me."

Ted slapped her hard across the face.

"Ow!" she cried out!

"You will call me, Master!" he demanded.

"Yes, Master," she squeaked.

"And why would they give a fembot a gag reflex?" Ted asked.
"That kind of defeats the purpose!"

"I have no idea," she squeaked. "Why don't you lie on your back
on the bed and let me blow you?"

"Sounds good," Ted agreed, so he removed his remaining clothes
and lay on his bed. Carol climbed onto the bed at a 90-degree angle
to him and began to suck him once again. After a few minutes, the
pressure built in his loins and he exploded into Carol's mouth. She
continued to drain him until he grew soft, then she sat up.

"Was that good for you?" she asked.

"I've had better," he said. "Go downstairs and make me dinner.
I have macaroni on the counter and cheese in the refrigerator. And
I'll have a cup of coffee to go with it."

"Okay," she said and hurried out of the bedroom.

Some time later, Carol came upstairs and peeked into Ted's room.
"Our dinner's on the table, Master."

Ted followed Carol downstairs and sat at the table. "You're
eating too? I thought you only needed water for your fusion thingy."

"I need extra protein for my mechanical glands and related
functions," she said. "I'm an advanced model. Remember?"

"You mean I have to feed you every day? Shit!"

After dinner, Ted went over to his computer to surf the Internet
while Carol struggled to finish her dinner, then she washed the
dishes. After she had finished the dishes, he called her over to him
in the living and to put _Planet of the Apes_ in the DVD player then
join him watching the movie.

"I love this part!" Ted said, just before Charlton Heston shouted
out, "Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!"

Then, after the movie, Ted took Carol, who was still naked from
earlier, back upstairs and to bed.

He told her, "Lie down diagonal on your back on the bed."

"What are you going to do to me, Master?"

"I paid good money for you, Carol. You're going to deep throat

"But my gag reflex. Please be gentle!"

"Look! You're just a machine--a fancy sex doll! I'm going to
sit on your face with my cock down your throat and mouth-fuck you,
gag reflex, or no gag reflex!"

"Okay," she squeaked. Had he looked down, he would have seen the
stark terror in her eyes.

He climbed on top of her body, and lay on her, straddling her
head between his thighs, and slid his hard, erect member into her
mouth. Arching his back, nearly his full weight, 180 pounds, came to
bear upon her jaw.

He then began pumping her. Hard! He slammed his crotch against
her lips, over and over again, as her body bucked under his weight.

"Hmm," he said to himself. "Maybe realism is a good thing, after

Her gag reflex massaged his cock, bringing him to rapid orgasm.
He exploded deep in her throat. Her gag reflex continued to milk his
cock, and he continued to shoot wad after wad, evoking more gag

Then, finally spent, he rolled off her and curled up and went to

Ted woke horny the next morning. So he grabbed his sleeping
fembot, startling her awake. Without hesitation, he mounted her and
slid his eager member between her legs. She was dry, so he pushed
his hips down hard, thrusting into her, evoking a screech from her.
Lost in his own pleasure, he continued thrusting until his release
came, filling her robotic twat with his hot seed. As soon as he was
spent, he rolled off her and walked into his bathroom to shower and
leave for work.

That evening, Ted stopped to do some food shopping on his way
home from work. Among other things, he picked up a case of cat food.

That night, Carol prepared a rare T-bone steak and mashed
potatoes for Ted's dinner. As he sliced his steak, he noticed that
Carol was barely nibbling on her cat food. "If you don't need
protein today, let me put it in the refrigerator for tomorrow."

"I'll eat it, Master," she squeaked.

Ted finished his dinner and left the dirty dishes on the table
for Carol to clean up while he took a seat in his living room to
catch a game. Carol was still struggling to choke her cat food down.

Though, true to her word, she gradually got better at giving
blowjobs over the weeks that followed. After mouth-fucking her
enough times, she got over that annoying gag-reflex. She eventually
got to the point where she could keep him in her mouth for hours at a
time, bringing him to orgasm over and over again--something he could
never expect to get from a meat girl.

His consulting business was picking up, and he was starting to
get to know his new neighbors. One of his neighbors, a Justin
somebody, had won a fembot in a radio station call-in contest the
prior week, and the two got to talking out by the cluster mailbox one
evening. Justin had invited him and Carol over for dinner the
following evening, and so he accepted. Justin said that his fembot,
Aerith, came pre-programmed with a lot of recipes. Maybe Aerith and
Carol could "link up" and download each other's recipes.

So, that evening, Ted and Carol went over to Justin's townhouse.

"Come on in," Justin said when Ted rang the bell. Justin's
townhouse was laid out identical to Ted's.

"Let's catch the game while our bots make dinner?" Justin said.

"Sure, maybe they can download each others' recipes, or

"Sure," Justin agreed.

The two fembots prepared dinner as the game went into overtime,
appearing once or twice only to bring out beer for the men. They
served dinner just as the game ended.

The steaks were prepared just right, and the two fembots hovered
over their respective owners, keeping their drinks and plates full.

Ted was puzzled that the two fembots just waited at attention
while he and Justin ate alone. "Your fembot doesn't need to eat with
you?" Ted asked.

"No. Aerith says she gets all the protein she needs from me by
giving me blowjobs. Why? Does Carol?"

"Yeah. Carol is some kind of advanced model who needs to eat
like a real person. Like the first night I brought her home after I
bought her, I mouth-fucked her and she told me how they built a gag
reflex into her for extra realism. That was stupid!"

"Hey!" Justin said, looking over at the two fembots. "Your
fembot is blushing, Ted! Her face is as red as a tomato!"

"Heh!" Ted chuckled. "Yeah, she blushes sometimes."

"Cool!" Justin said. "Your fembot has more realistic features
than mine."

"Fuck realism!" Ted said. "I just want to fuck all her holes!
Isn't that what you want?"

"Actually," Justin said. "Not at first. I originally was going
to sell her. When I first won Aerith in that contest and brought her
home, I couldn't understand why anyone would prefer a machine to a
real girl..."

Carol coughed, another annoying bit of unnecessary realism, then
Justin continued, "but after fucking Aerith, I was convinced of the
benefits of a fembot over a meat girl."

"Yeah," Ted said. "After breaking her of that stupid gag reflex,
Carol can fuck circles around a meat girl!"

Dinner continued. The fembots served dark chocolate cake for
dessert. Then, after coffee and dessert, it was getting late, so Ted
and Carol headed home.

That night, after Ted had mouth-fucked Carl as he often does, he
rolled over and started to fall asleep. But then he needed to pee.
Not wanting to go down the hall to the bathroom, he said, "Carol!
Get on your knees by the bed here."

"You want another blowjob?" she asked sleepily.

"No, I need to pee. So I'm going to use your mouth."

"Master! Please! Don't make me do that!"

"Get over here, you fucking belligerent machine!" he demanded.

Carol crawled over and knelt before him at the side of the bed.
He slid his soft member into her mouth. He knew about water sports,
and had tried it once with a real human girl, but he was too tense to
let his pee flow into her mouth. But peeing into a robot's mouth was
no different that peeing into a toilet, and his piss flowed freely.
He felt her swallow so as not to spill any on the floor.

"Now get back into bed!" he commanded as she headed toward the

She stood and pointed at her mouth, still full of his piss.

"Oh, swallow it!" he said. "It's fuel for your fusion thingy."

She swallowed and returned to bed, as did he. But a moment
later, she emitted the strangest noise, then rushed out of the
bedroom to the bathroom.

"Jesus Christ!" Ted cursed as he followed her into the bathroom a
moment later to see her puking into the toilet.

She stood and wiped her mouth with a wad of toilet paper. "I'm
sorry, Master. I couldn't help it."

"Yeah, well, get back in bed! I feel like fucking your ass!"

"Yes, master," she squeaked.

No sooner than she climbed into bed and lay on her stomach, he
pulled her legs apart and slammed himself on top of her, forcing a
gasp from her. He immediately jammed his hungry member into her
tight sphincter with all his weight, producing an ear-shattering
shriek from her mouth.

"Shut up and enjoy it, bitch-bot!" he screamed back as he pumped
her ass.

The new-felt tightness on his cock spurred him to almost
immediate release.

Then, spent, he rolled off her and promptly fell asleep, sparing
his ears the sound of her sobbing.

Months went by, and Ted was growing dissatisfied with his
"realistic" fembot. He had decided to return her to Shinra and make
a royal stink if he didn't get a good portion of his deposit back.
But upon checking his statements, he noticed that his credit card had
never been charged the $1,000 deposit. Nor had he received any
monthly payment bills for her.

Then, upon calling Shinra, they had no record of him buying a
fembot from them. After countless calls through layers and layers of
automated call direction systems, "Press 1 for this, press 2 for
that, press 3 for something else," and speaking to numerous customer
representatives, it was clear that Shinra had somehow lost all record
of their sale of Carol to him. So he decided to keep her for a
little longer, then either sell her for what he could get, or just
take her down to the dump and junk the worthless bot.

Still, during the year that followed, she learned how to deep-
throat him for continuous hours, to give him bedside toilet service
without puking, and to ignore the torture of taking him up the ass
without lubricant. She also became an efficient housekeeper, cook,
and personal assistant.

Ted and Justin got together occasionally to catch a game on a
Sunday afternoon while their two bots waited on them tirelessly.

But Ted was getting itchy for adventure again. His consulting
business provided him a modest income, but not the big bucks he had
grown accustomed to overseas. So he placed his impressive resume on
Monster and Dice, and quickly got calls for interviews. He was so
confident that he had even begun to pack his townhouse in preparation
to sell it. He wasn't interested in most of the jobs, but when he
got invited out to Los Angeles to interview for the position of CIO
for a LotsaTech, large multi-national company that ran the bulk of
their Information Systems in Japan, he had most of his belongings
packed away in small moving boxes--except one.

He had obtained a large wooden crate made just for storage of
bots. "Carol! Come here!" he ordered.

"Yes, Master?" Carol came over. She was naked, as he liked her
to be when they were home alone.

"Stand in that crate for a minute."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before complying, then backed
into the tall narrow, shallow crate. Her neck, waist, wrists, and
ankles fit nicely into half-circular cutouts in three cross planks
that ran horizontally along the back of the crate.

Ted slid the matching front planks into slots into the side walls
of the crate.

"What are you doing, Master?" she squeaked, the panic rising in
her voice.

"Relax," he said. "I'm just trying something."

"Master. I think, maybe, I should tell you something about

"Just shut your metal mouth, you stupid machine!"

"Yes, Master, but you won't keep me in here for long, will you,

"Of course not!"

Upon hammering the planks in place from the sides of the crate,
she was securely fastened inside the crate by three gallows, the top
one around her neck, a second around her waist and wrists, and a
third around her ankles.

He was about to place the front panel on the crate and hammer it
on, but he checked his watch--the taxi would be here any second.

"This is really uncomfortable, Master! Will you let me out

"Yeah, in just a minute," Ted rasped. "Now shut up!" Ted rushed
upstairs to grab his weekend satchel that he had packed a little
earlier. Almost as an afterthought, he snapped the switch on the
thermostat to turn the central air conditioning off. Then went
outside just as the taxi arrived and blew its horn. Being it was the
middle of a heat wave, he was sure glad the taxi came quickly.

His flight to Los Angeles was uneventful. He met with the
executive team the following day, and they promised to make a
decision quickly. Indeed, they did, they called him on his cell
phone the following morning while he slept late in the hotel.

"Ted, we'd like to extend an invitation to join LotsaTech!"

He returned to their Los Angeles headquarters that afternoon and
negotiated a six-figure salary with generous benefits.

That night, he celebrated with a night out on the town. Los
Angeles had plenty to keep a young, wealthy bachelor occupied after
the sun went down.

The concierge gave him a list of clubs that, while women paid a
$20 cover, men got in for free. At many of those clubs, men's drinks
were half price.

At one such club, he eyed the crowd. Many guys were there
accompanied by slutty-looking women, obviously their fembots. A few
guys were there alone. Either they were like him, travelers away
from home, or else they had a fetish for meat girls. Well, the
pickings were pretty decent. There seemed to be about four or five
women to every man in the place on average--not too many that the
guys would be overwhelmed by lame pickup lines, but enough that those
men so inclined would have a decent selection of flesh to choose from
and take home.

Of course, it didn't take long for Ted to notice a head full of
frizzy bleached blonde hair to take the stool right next to him at
the bar.

Ted glanced at her. Meeting his eye, she said, "Hi!"

"Hi" Ted answered back.

"Where's your robot?" she asked. "Or are you one of those rare
guys who prefers a _REAL_ woman?"

"I have a bot, but she's packed away at home."

"Oh? Not satisfied with a metal lover, huh?"

"Actually, no. If you ask me, fembots are overrated."

She lightly touched his arm and said, "I'm glad you think so."

Ted woke in the girl's arms the next morning. It was an
unwritten rule in these situations not to exchange names or other
personally identifying information. With the advent of fembots,
feminist groups have lobbied for increasingly burdensome obligations
upon men in areas such as alimony, even after a single romantic
encounter. And child support often amounts to 80% of a man's income
before taxes. Women who want a romantic encounter with a man had
better be willing to fuck and forget.

Ted slipped out of her arms and quietly dressed. Had the room
been better lit, he might have seen a tear roll down her cheek as she
feigned sleep.

A short taxi ride returned him to his hotel. He checked out and
caught a flight home that afternoon.

The taxi let Ted off in front of his house just as Justin had
arrived home from work and the two met at their cluster mailbox.

"Hot enough for you?" Ted asked Justin.

"Yeah! It's a scorcher! How you been?"

"I just accepted a position overseas. They want me to start next

"Congratulations, Ted! But what about your house?"

"I guess I'll leave it in the hands of a realtor to sell it.
Everything's packed up. I think I still have a few beers left in the
fridge. Want to come in for a second?"

"Sure," Justin said.

Upon entering, Justin wiped his hand across his forehead. "Phew!
It's roasting in here!"

"Yeah, let me turn my AC back on."

"So, where's Carol?" Justin asked.

"Oh, the stupid bot is crated up in the living room. I'm going
to put it into storage with the rest of my crap."

"What! Carol!"

Justin rushed into Ted's living room, climbed over the stack of
moving boxes and came face-to-face with Carol, fastened into her

Her body was ashen. Her eyes looked hollow. A small puddle of
urine and a tiny pile of feces were on the bottom cross-member
holding her ankles in place.

Her eyes unable to focus on him, she rasped, "Water! Please!

Justin ran into the kitchen and, for lack of any glasses in the
bare cabinets, grabbed an empty coffee can out of a bag of trash in
the corner, rinsed it out, and filled it with water. He rushed back
to Carol and lifted it to her lips. She gulped it down in a split

"More!" she rasped again. "Please! More!"

Justin rushed back into the kitchen, and rushed back out to give
her more water.

"What are you doing?" Ted asked with a chuckle.

"Your fembot's on death's doorstep, Ted!"

"Oh, she'd just go into standby or hibernation or something when
she ran out of fuel for her fusion thingy. What's the big deal?"

"Well..." Justin stammered.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Ted said.

"What?" Justin asked.

"Maybe I can rent my house out instead of selling it. I tell you
what! I'll let you have Carol--you seem to like her--and in return
you manage the house for me--find tenants, collect the rent, pay the
mortgage and taxes, arrange repairs, and so on."

"Maybe, but management companies usually take a percentage. Will
I get a percentage of the rent?"

"Hell! I'm giving you a fembot worth over a hundred grand! What
more do you want?"

"Well, since you put it that way, sure!"

Ted, being a good businessman, wrote up a quick contract, which
they both signed.

Then Ted rooted in one of his boxes and handed Justin a crinkled
old slip of paper.

"What's this?" Justin asked.

"Her serial number, you have to read it to her and say your name
so she'll take you as her new owner."

"Oh, right," Justin said. "I had to do the same with Aerith
before I took her home with me."

Carol looked a little better from her two coffee cans of water.
Justin read the sixteen-digit number to Carol then said his name.

Carol replied immediately with a big smile, "I'm pleased to be
your fembot, Justin!" Color seemed to return to her face.

Justin looked at Ted. "Now can I get her out of this crate?"

Ted laughed. "You can do whatever you want with her. She's your
headache--I mean, fembot now!" Glaring at Carol, Ted sneered, "Sell
her, or chop her up into itty-bitty gears and computer chips for all
I care!"

Ted handed Justin a hammer, and Justin promptly pulled the nails
out of the sides of the crate. When the last stockade board fell
out, Carol, still naked, fell into Justin's arms. "Thank you,
Master!" she gasped, her throat still seemingly dry from lack of

She could hardly walk, so Justin carried her out of Ted's place,
and out of Ted's life.

Ted followed a little later and dropped off a bag full of her cat
food and clothes in front of Justin's front door.

Later, Ted called a moving company, and had his belongings put
into storage a couple of days later.

Ted met with Justin to finalize a few details about renting his
house out, then he caught a flight to Tokyo and his new adventure and
next fortune.

LotsaTech put Ted up in a five-star hotel across the street from
their world headquarters while he shopped for a house.

For his first night in Tokyo, he went down to a bar in the hotel.
Japan was one of the few countries in the world where hardly anyone
spoke English, even as a second language. So he didn't dare wander
too far.

Looking around, it was a scene as typical as any bar back in the
states. Of course, Japan had an even higher market penetration of
fembots than the USA. So, obviously, the situation with real women
was much the same as back home. A small bar, it was almost all
women, most in groups, but some alone. There were a few groups of
guys at tables, two or three couples, and one or two guys alone. But
the ratio of women to men seemed to be about 10 to 1.

The bartender, a short Japanese fellow, came over when Ted took a
seat at the bar. He ordered an Asahi beer and watched the activity
as the bartender walked off to get it. Hungry Japanese women didn't
let those single guys in the bar stay alone for very long.

Indeed, in a flash of déjà vu, Ted took a seat at a bar, and a
short Japanese woman sat next to him almost immediately, then another
sat on his other side. Ted knew the score; a single guy just
couldn't sit alone at a bar for very long before being hit on by
lonely, horny women.

The moment Ted glanced at the one on his right, their eyes met.
She was a luscious beauty with long black hair, big brown eyes, and
golden skin. Smiling, she said something in Japanese.

Ted shrugged, and answered, "I don't speak Japanese. Sorry."

She giggled and said, "I'm Suki, and," pointing to the woman on
the other side of Ted, "this is friend, Kumiko." Suki giggled again
and added, "We speak some English little."

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm Ted."

"It is nice to meeting you too, Ted," Suki said. "May we buy you

Before Ted could answer, the bartender brought Ted's beer and
Suki paid for it, and ordered one for herself, too.

"Thank you," Ted said. "But you shouldn't have."

"Too late!" she giggled. "Already buy beer. Why in Tokyo?"

Ted took a sip of his beer. "I start a new job for LotsaTech on
Monday. For now, I'm staying here in the hotel until I can find a
place to live."

"Ah, nice hotel," Suki said and took a sip of her beer.

"Yes, it seems very nice," Ted answered, noticing that Kumiko
wasn't drinking.

"Nice company, LotsaTech. What you do?"

"I'll be managing their I.T. department. What do you ladies do?"

Suki said, "I supervise dental office for group of dentists.
Kumiko is--special friend."

"I see..." Ted answered, wondering what she meant by that. Were
they two lesbians? And if so, why were they taking such an interest
in him?

"Alone, are you?" Kumiko asked.

Ted took another sip of his beer. "Yes, I packed up my house
back in America and I came with just the bare essentials."

"No robot? Girlfriend? Wife?"

"I had a robot, but I gave her to a friend as payment to watch
over my house for me. No wife or girlfriend."

"Ah, nice man like you need girlfriend and robot, no?"

"Oh!" Ted said as his eyes widened. "Say--you're not a robot,
are you?"

"No!" Suki said. "Not robot. Am real live human female."

"I see."

"You like human female, yes?"

"Yes! I bought a robot--the one I gave to my friend--but she
didn't live up to all the hype that everyone said about robot lovers,
if you know what I mean. So, no more robots for me! Real women from
now on."

Suki ran her finger down Ted's sleeve and said, "Well then?"

"Yes, sure!" Ted answered the implied question.

They finished their beers, then the two Japanese women each took
one of Ted's arms and led him out of the hotel. Out on the street,
they hailed a taxi, and a short ride took them to a residential
neighborhood of lo-rise apartments.

The apartment was tiny and plainly furnished. All the furniture
in the room consisted of a big-screen TV against one wall, a cabinet
full of fancy dishes, and a low rectangular table in the middle of
the room. The two women sat Ted down on a mat by the table, then
disappeared into an adjoining room through a sliding door. They
returned a moment later with a carafe and three tall narrow glasses.
Pouring what looked like wine, Ted took a sip and found the taste
sweet and sour and very alcoholic.

After they had finished nearly the whole carafe, Ted was feeling
rather giddy. Suki stroked Ted's face, and he didn't hesitate to
pull her face to his for a lingering kiss. A moment later, Kumiko
merged her face into theirs for a three-way kiss--Ted's Tongue
lapping around alternating between one woman's mouth then the
other's, as their three tongues wrestled together.

The three broke for air after a while, then the two women spoke
in Japanese. They stood and walked over to a closet set into the
wall and pulled out a rolled up mattress. The two hurriedly removed
a set of sheets and blankets from an upper shelf and made the bed.
Then they returned to Ted and began undressing him. Between the two
of them, they had him completely naked in less than a minute. Then
Suki took Ted's hand and placed it on a button on her blouse. Taking
the hint, Ted undressed her. Once she was naked, Kumiko touched
Ted's shoulder. It was obvious what she wanted him to do, so she,
too, was naked a moment later.

Both of their petite Asian bodies were perfect examples of
womanhood. Their elfin figures only served to arouse Ted even more
than he already was. The two women took Ted by the hands and led him
into their makeshift bed where they resumed their three-way kiss.

While Kumiko continued to kiss Ted, Suki slowly licked straight
down Ted's torso until she reached his crotch. She gingerly placed
her lips onto the head of his penis and then slowly slid her mouth up
and down his shaft.

Having been a week since his last orgasm with that anonymous
woman in L.A., Ted was primed and ready to blow on a hair trigger.
Suki didn't have to work very hard to trigger Ted's climax into her
mouth, still while swapping spit with Kumiko.

Suki sucked every drop of Ted's climax until he went soft, then
crawled back up to reconstruct the three-way kiss.

Suki broke the kiss again and said, "Now you use mouth make me

"Gladly!" Ted answered as both women leaned back and Suki lay on
her back with her legs invitingly separated. Ted started by putting
his mouth to one of her breasts and sucking in her nipple. Her
nipples were already hard by then, but he managed to make it just a
little harder and wetter while drawing "Ohh!s" and "Ahh!s" from her.
That job done, he didn't hesitate to crawl between her open thighs
and start sucking on her black hairy twat.

Finding the little nub that was her clitoris, he began sucking it
in and out, and in and out, drawing a slight trickle of pussy juice
into his mouth as she got even wetter than she already was.

Ted felt Kumiko reach between his legs and fondle his penis while
Suki began bucking and crying, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" in sync to each suck
of her clit into his mouth.

Suki's orgasm finally subsided as she gently stroked the back of
his head and said, "That so wonderful!"

Ted crawled up and said to Suki, "I'm glad you liked it." Then
to Kumiko, he said, "I can do the same for you too, if you'd like?'

Kumiko answered, "But wouldn't you like to come again?"

Being the first complete sentence that Kumiko spoke all evening,
she surprised Ted that her English wasn't broken like Suki's, though
she still had a strong Japanese accent. Ted answered, "I'm not a
tireless teenager anymore, Kumiko. I don't think I can come again
for a while."

Kumiko smiled and said, "I can make you come again. Lay on your

Ted did as requested, and Kumiko slid her mouth over Ted's limp
member. Now, Suki leaned over Ted's face and resumed their kiss.

Ted stroked the back of Kumiko's head at his crotch with one
hand, while he stroked the back of Suki's head with his other. After
what seemed like nearly twenty minutes, Kumiko's relentless sucking--
and he did actually feel suction--made him hard again. And even as
he got hard, she kept the full length of his member in her mouth and
throat without a hint of distress. He could feel his cock bend
around the sharp angle at the back of her throat, and she continued
sucking relentlessly.

He was on the verge of coming when Kumiko pulled off and asked,
"Do you want to orgasm in my mouth or my vagina, Ted?"

"Your vagina would sure feel good, but do you have any rubbers?
I don't."

"I can't get pregnant," Kumiko said. "It's your choice."

Ted thought quickly. Unlike the USA, feminist groups in Japan
had not yet succeeded in virtually outlawing male-female
relationships by imposing horrifically onerous obligations upon men
while at the same time bestowing windfall entitlements upon women
without any such "sexist" safeguards as checks and balances, so Ted
decided to trust Kumiko, and said, "Okay then, on your back!"

Kumiko complied, and spread her legs. Ted mounted her and slid
his eager member into her twat. His second climax on the brink, he
began thrusting in and out. Then Suki climbed onto Ted's back.

Ted was straining to fuck Kumiko with the weight of Suki on top
of him, then Kumiko said, "Let me do the work, Ted."

Ted thrust in, then Kumiko clamped her pussy muscles so tightly
onto Ted's rock-hard member, evoking a gasp from his mouth. Ted was
amazed that a woman could have such strength down there. For Ted's
second amazement, she began to stroke his member with her pussy
muscles, up and down, up and down, while grasping it tightly. Ted
exploded into Kumiko while Suki kissed the back of his head.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh!" Ted screamed at the most incredible
fuck he had ever experienced in his life. Kumiko continued to milk
Ted's cock with her amazingly strong and agile pussy muscles, while
seeming to actually draw the cum from him with a strong suction. His
orgasm continued to last for longer than he imagined possible as
well, and when he was finally spent, he lay panting on Kumiko with
Suki still on top of him.

"Kumiko! Wow!" he panted. "You too, Suki!"

Both girls giggled, then Ted said to Suki, "We better get off
Kumiko, or she won't be able to breathe with both of us on her."

"I'm fine!" Kumiko said to that, "Stay on me as long as you both
want." But Suki rolled off anyway.

Ted started to pull his softening member out of Kumiko, but it
was stuck--rather, Kumiko had such a tight grip on his cock with her
pussy muscles, that he couldn't pull it out. "What the fuck?" he

Kumiko giggled, "You like that?"

"Wow! But can you let go now?"

To Suki, Kumiko asked, "Shall I let him go?"

"No!" Suki answered. "Let's keep him!"

Ted tried to pull out, but her grip on his member was impossibly
strong, though it also felt incredibly good, too.

"Just kidding," Suki giggled. "Let him out."

Kumiko released Ted's member, and Ted rolled off, settling
between the two girls.

"Wait a second!" a little light bulb glowed momentarily above his
head. "Kumiko, you're a fembot, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ted. I'm Suki's fembot."

Ted turned to Suki. "You own a fembot?"

"Of course, is so strange?"

"You like girls? Then why did you bring me home?"

Suki grinned. "Like girls, but like boys better."

"Then why did you buy a fembot? Why not a malebot?"

Suki looked introspective for a moment before answering. "Can't
afford two robots. When bought Kumiko, considered malebot instead--
not need man then. But wanted real man someday. Would you go home
with us if me and malebot come on to you in bar?"

"No, I wouldn't have gone home with you. So you chose a fembot.
I see."

"Yes. Strap dildo onto Kumiko with belt when want fuck. Not
feel as good if Kumiko was malebot, but good enough."

"I see. But wow! This was the greatest night, Suki. I hope we
can do it again someday."

"We can! Every day! Live with us, Ted, please. Kumiko and I
make you very, very happy. You and Kumiko make me very, very happy.

"Oh, yes! I'll move in with you!" Ted blurted and kissed Suki.
"All three of us will be very, very happy!"

* END *

12-26-2005, 02:38 AM
Good story. :)

10-10-2006, 02:25 PM
Thanks again...another to bump for folks

10-11-2006, 01:52 AM

Why must I keep torturing my self?

Don't get me wrong, it's a really great story. It's just that... these kinds of stories just give me the creeps. >_<

*hides in a corner and continues shuddering in fear* ("~_~)

Btw, Carol's an idiot... Justin's an idiot... Ted's an idiot. Then again, it's more convenient story-wise when the characters are all idiots. :p

09-30-2007, 05:37 PM
I thought the story was hot. I would be just like Suki and have a fembot to play with all to myself.