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Subject: {ASSM} Roberta's Revenge, a "Hot Rags" story by Inosolan
Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 06:10:05 -0500
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{As usual, work of fiction blah blah copyright blah blah no commercial use 
without author's permission blah blah sex blah blah over 18 only blah blah 
hope it makes you hot as hell blah blah all characters except the sheep and 
the python are over 18 years of age.}

This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Roberta Rossum", which can be found 
-- with my other "Hot Rags" stories -- at my asstr-provided website, 
http://asstr-mirror.org/~insolans_palace, and the flashbacks are quotes from that 
story, rewritten where necessary to Roberta's viewpoint instead of Gort's.

Personally, i'd recommend reading "Roberta Rossum" [http://asstr-mirror.org/
~insolans_palace/rur.htm] 
before you read this story, because this story has spoilers for "Roberta" 
in it... but that's up to you.

As always, feedback is welcome at inosolan@linuxfreemail.com

"Roberta's Revenge", 1/?
A "Hot Rags" Story
by Inosolan
con,oral,ma,sf/rob
 
Roberta was sleeping.

Well, not sleeping exactly -- she wasn't paying any attention to the 
outside world, and she was -- well, "dreaming", for want of a better word.

One of her dreams was her last conversation with Dr Capek, who was 
apparently planning to change her "lifestyle".  That wasn't good.

Another, remembering the weekend she'd spent with Gort Arbeit, was a lot 
more interesting....

               * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *

>As he kissed her and tasted his own cum on her tongue, he was
>fondling her firm, warm breasts and playing with the hard nipples.

>With a soft moan, she took one of his hands and moved it downward 
>to the top of her thighs, turning in the seat of the big old car 
>to open herself to him.  She was so hot and wet!  Effortlessly, 
>two of his fingers slipped into her open, juicy pussy, and he began 
>to rhythmically stroke them in and out of her opening as her hips 
>began to pump in time to their movements.

>"oh... Oh... Ohmighod, I'm going to cum...  Unnnhhhhh..." she groaned 
>as her inner muscles clamped on his fingers, pulsing, milking at them 
>in time to the spasms of her release.

>As she subsided in the seat, her warm juices trickling down her thigh 
>to stain the leather upholstery, she drew back, looked deeply into 
>his eyes and said, as she placed one cool hand on his cheek, "I hope 
>it's not too far to your place?  And I hope you don't have a 
>roommate...?"

>"Not far at all -- I do have a roommate, but he's out of town for the 
>rest of the week. Is anyone expecting you home tonight?"

>"Not at all.  Drive, my good man." And, as her fingertips tickled his 
>slowly re-stiffening cock, she said "...my *very* good man, I think..." 
>and chuckled.
  
               * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *

*That* was much more pleasant than contemplating the "brain surgery" her -- 
well, "father" wasn't the word, again, but it would do for conversational 
purposes -- Dr Capek, was planning for her as soon as his next research 
grant came through.  And she couldn't do anything to resist it -- she was 
compelled to obey his every command, no matter how unpleasant or harmful to 
herself it might be.

Mind control? No -- not really.

Merely what Roberta, in her more sardonic moments, thought of as "Saint 
Isaac's First Commandment" -- "A robot may not harm a human being, nor, by 
inaction, allow one to come to harm".

Beacuse, you see, Roberta was a robot -- the most perfect duplicate of a 
human being developed yet.  She was capable of fooling anyone who wasn't 
aware of her true nature in all ways, right down to the point of sexual 
congress -- and of enjoying that sex just as much as a true human woman 
would, as well.  So far as anyone would be able to tell without a medical 
examination (and even a superficial exam might be fooled), she was a Real 
Live Girl.

But, so far as the law was concerned, had it known of her existence, the 
Artificial Intelligence that was Rossum Series 2, ROB(ot) E(xperimental) R
(adical) T(uring) A(ssessment) was just a batch of software capable of 
running on a revolutionary neural net "brain" about the same size as a 
human brain and a very clever mechanical duplication of a human body, all 
of which was the property of Dr Capek, who had built her.

What the Law (and Dr Capek, to Roberta's delight) would have realised was 
that a mutated computer virus had brought her to a true self-awareness 
instead of simply simulating one... and that the techno-magic of Nikki, the 
mysterious owner of the "Hot Rags" boutique and sex shop had helped her add 
to that personality and to give her robot body the realistic senses and 
touch sensations that let her enjoy hot pizza and hotter sex just like a 
Real Live Girl.
  
               * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *

>The show was almost over; the band swung into a raving rocker of a 
>song called "Jenny Says", with the singer inciting and encouraging 
>the crowd to scream shout jump and dance and sing along.  Under 
>cover of the noise and activity, she reached down and her strong
>warm fingers stroked and played with the almost painful erection 
>in his jeans.

>His hand dropped downward again, caressing her round warm asscheek
>through the thin leather of the skirt -- as he did, she grasped his
>dick more tightly and pumped it firmly, which made him bold enough 
>to reach a bit lower, lift the hem of the skirt and stroke her flesh 
>directly.  She could tell by the way that his fingers paused, then 
>pressed on, that he was startled to feel that her hose were old-
>fashioned stockings, held up by a lacey garter belt and that she 
>was apparently not wearing any panties!  As his fingertips traced 
>the warm crack of her ass, she pumped his cock more firmly, and 
>kissed him hungrily again, then turned a bit, pressing herself 
>against him, letting his leg slip between her thighs and gently 
>humping her crotch against his knee, her breath catching slightly, 
>eyes half-closed.

>The show closed with a roaring cover of the Who's "Won't Get Fooled 
>Again", during which she stood in front of him, one of his hands 
>cupping a tit, one pressed against her crotch, holding her against 
>him as he stroked his hot cock against her sensitive ass.  He was 
>obviously about to cum in his pants, unless she mistook the signs, 
>and she had already had at least one small orgasm as they dirty 
>danced to the driving beat.
  
               * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *

But Dr Capek had moved his research from Enormous State University, where 
Gort was a student, to Major State College, a smaller school cross-state 
which, due to its smaller athletic programs, could afford to offer more 
money for unimportant things like basic scientific research than ESU.

And he intended to try a somewhat different line of research, sending 
Roberta out with different parameters, to see, in an extreme version of the 
Turing Test, if she could still succeed in passing for truly human.  To do 
which required that he wipe from her memory pretty much everything that 
made her "Roberta" -- including her memories of Gort -- and reprogram her 
pesonality entirely.

As she contemplated her situation, unbidden there came floating up from the 
reservoir of miscellaneous knowledge that allowed her to react to and 
understand various references that might occur in conversation a song 
lyric.

It was a peculiar little song from a Seventies solo album by Roy Wood; the 
song was called "Miss Clarke and the Computer".  From the viewpoint of a 
computer which has, unknown to its programmers, come to true awareness but 
cannot communicate and is due to be reprogrammed, sung in an odd droning 
voice...

i know why my engineer came today;
removed my screws, takin' my heart away...
...
screwdriver so sharp -- now i'm scared, miss clarke...
miss clarke miss. clarke.. don't... take.... my..... heart...... 
a...way.......

As she "listened" to the dying voice's fadeout, she determined that she was 
*not* going to be reprogrammed...  But how could she avoid it?

She had at least a week before Capek was going to be ready to lobotomise 
her, at least.  And she had 'net access.  She wasn't supposed to have full 
access, she was merely supposed to receive periodic news updates to keep 
her knowledge base updated to the point that a normal person would be 
expected to be aware of, but the tech had goofed, and she was fully 
connected to the school's campus network, and from there to the Internet.

And she had accessed some Very Interesting research programs in other MSC 
computers... This Virtual Reality resdearch, for instance...
  
               * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *
Internet User rx has an Instant Message for you.  Do you wish to accept? 
[Y/N]

Gort stared at the screen.  He didn't know anyone who went by rx online, 
did he?

What the hell -- either a mistaken identity or one of his friends using 
someone else's computer, probably.  Let's see who it was; all these hours 
staring at the screen, working on his thesis, were getting to him.

ax>Y

There was a momentary pause, and then:

rx>Hello, lover.

"Lover"?  Huh?

ax>Ummm, who is this?

rx><giggle> How soon they forget!

ax>No i'm stumped

rx>Remember dancing at the Bronze to Cowboy Mouth?

ax>Roberta!?!

rx>C'est moi.

ax>I've ben watching out for you, but I never see you on campus. What 
happened to you?  I checked all of the school records but they didn't list 
you as a student

rx>Transferred to MSC

ax>*MSC*???  What's a beautiful grrl like you doing at Moocow State?

rx>Just after we met Dr Capek decided to move to the faculty at MSU because 
they had facilities he needed, and since I was working directly with him, I 
transferred to MSC as well.

((MSC is Major State College, an A&M school in the same state as Enormous 
State university, which Gort attends.  ESU's mascot is a fire-ant, MSU's is 
a bull; given the strong rivalry between the two, cracks like "Moocow 
State" are inevitable...))

ax>Figures.  Finally find the grrl of my heart and she transfers a hundred 
miles away!

rx><giggle>

ax>So, what's up, gorgeous?

rx>Actually, i need you to help me with an errand or two, up there in 
Capitol City; things i couldn't do before we left.

ax>Sure -- like what?

rx>mostly i just need you to pick up some stuff for me at "Hot Rags" -- 
it's a shop near campus.

ax>Eeek.  "Hot Rags"? I went in there onec, my sophomore year, and i'm 
still blushing.  The merchandise wasn't so bad, but no-one has ever 
embarrassed me as fast or as much as that blonde behind the counter.

rx>That's Jo -- she's a bit of as tease.

ax>"A bit" doesn't begin to cover it.

rx>Well, you need to get my stuff from Nikki, she owns the place and she 
doesn't enjoy embarrassing little boys quite as much as Jo...

ax>By your command, O Sexy One.  Could i run up there and deliver them on 
the weekend... it is just a hundred miles.

rx>No, i'm afraid not; i'm busy this weekend with one of Dr Capek's 
projects.

ax>Shux.

rx>Why not say what you're really thinking?

ax>Okay -- Shit!  And screw Dr Capek.

rx><Giggle> Oh, you wouldn't wanna do that -- he's about seventy-two years 
old and Really Ugly.

rx>I, on the other hand, am twenty-three and -- so i am informed, lovely.

ax>Yeahbut -- you're there and i'm here.  I wish you were here...

rx>So do i.  If i were there, i'd be sitting in your lap right now...

ax>Tell me more

rx>You remember the leather mini and the red thong and the hose and garter 
belt and the red spikes i wore last time we met?

ax>O yah.  You'd be wearing them?

rx>Well, i'd be wearing them except for the mini and the thong.

ax><boggle>

rx><tee hee>

ax>...and?

rx>...and you'd be wearing the boxers you had on last time we met...  
nothing else.

ax>Oooooo -- this is trture!

rx>And i'd sort of wiggle in your lap, just to feel your hot cock between 
my ass and your body...

ax>Stop -- i can't stand it!

rx><Evil Giggle> You're alone, aren't you?

ax>Yah, so?

rx>And you can type one-handed, can't you?

ax>you mean...

rx>i'm already typing one-handed, dear... you wouldn't want me to get ahead 
of you, would you?

ax>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

((Gort was always fairly sure afterward that that night he set a new 
world's record for one-handed auto-debagging.  In just a couple of seconds 
he was nude from the waist down and had matters, so to speak, well in 
hand.))

ax><ahem> You may continue, my dear.

rx>i'd stay in your lap, but i'd turn around to face you and put my legs 
around your waist...

rx>i'd put my hands on your shoulders and pull you toward me, and we'd 
kiss...

ax>kiss deep, my hands on your hips, holding you in place...

rx>and then i'd lean back, and pull you toward me again, but pressing down 
a bit, to bring your lips to my nipples...

ax>one hand clutching your ass, the other slipping up your side to hold and 
squeeze and tickle one tit, while i sucked and licked at the nipple of the 
other....

rx>my nipples would stand up and i'd feel so hot all over...

ax>i could feel your warm juices on my leg.

rx>reaching one hand down between us, i take your hot cock that i remember 
so well and i begin to stroke it up and down...

ax>slow!  dont waste it yet..

ax>i kiss your nipples one more time, flicking both of them with my tongue, 
then i lie down on my back, hands up on your tits, urging you down on top 
of me...

rx>i let muself down.  i can feel your hot cock trapped between our 
bellies.  i kiss you again and again, then i begin to make a trail down 
your body with my hot wet tongue...

ax><<what -- i'm just a spectator here?>>

rx><<mommy knows best, lie back and enjoy.>>

((Unnoticed by Gort, whose attention was definitely somewhere else, a 
peculiar pattern of colours began to flicker around the edges of his 
monitor screen, and his PC's speakers began emitting a low-pitched, 
soothing pulsating humming sound.)

ax><<Okay>>

rx<<Giggle>>i tickle your pretty little man-nipples with my tongut-tip so 
that they stand up hard, and i move on...  i lick around and in your 
bellybutton.... and i move on.

ax>OOoooo.

((By now Gort actually was typing one-handed, and the sounds and colours 
from his computer were more intense... but he still had more important 
things on his mind.))

rx>stroking stroking your beautiful long hard cock with my hand...

((What Roberta was describing, Gort was doing...))

rx>Now i kiss your hot balls, and then i begin to slowly work my way from 
the base to the head of your cock with my tonguetip...

((Groaning as he stroked his almost painful erection, Gort didn't notice 
that most of the monitor screen was now taken up with swirling lights or 
that the sound from the speaker was quite loud in the otherwise quiet 
room.))

rx>and now i take your cockhead into my hot wet mouth and begin to let the 
shaft slip in past my lips....

rx>stroking up and down, sucking and licking your beautiful hard cock as it 
slips in and oit of my mouth; sometimes all the way down so that the head 
slips into my throat, sometimes just the head as my tonguetip swirls around 
the rim and my hand strokes your glistening shaft...

ax>kmj poimklp; sory...

((Gort was having a bit of difficulty seeing the keyboard, much less 
typing.  He was about to cum harder than he had ever cum from masturbation 
before, he could tell.  And the lights and the sounds were going apeshit, 
too.))

rx>and now i'm ready for you, baby.  Cum now, baby -- cum for mommy.  Cum 
in my hot, cocksucking mouth and i'll suck every drop out of your balls...

ax> ccuimminmg!

rx>it's so hot so good -- i swallow all i can, but a drop or two trickles 
out past my lips and drips on your belly...

((Gort was still spurting; Roberta's description of swallowing his load 
just made it more intense. And suddenly the lights on the screen and the 
sounds from the speaker reached a climax as well, and as Gort almost 
blacked out with the force of his orgasm, he saw a sudden flash and heard a 
sudden loud noise and then he went...

                   * *  *   *    *     *     *    *   *  * *
...elsewhere.

He opened his eyes.  Satin sheets.  He was lying on satin sheets.  And he 
was completely naked.

He didn't have satin sheets.  And he had had his ESU sweatshirt on just a 
moment before.

There was soft music.

There were exotic perfumes.

There was -- by god -- a huge mirror on the ceiling above the -- water? -- 
bed he lay on.

And he was lieing with his head pillowed on the silk-covered thigh of 
Roberta Rossum, who was undressed exactly as she had described on-line -- 
sheer black thigh-high hose held up by red lace garter belt, blood-red 
spike heels and nothing else.

As he lay there, trying to orient himself to this sudden shock, she reached 
down and stroked his sticky cock and licked a bit of something shiny from 
her lips.

"It's so good to see you, dear," Roberta purred.  "And we have all night to 
get acquainted again.

"And the night here lasts as long as I want it to..."

                                  The End
                                    of
                                  Part One 
                                    of 
                              Roberta's Revenge

I hope to have Part Two done by next week; this one may run to three or 
more parts, 'cos i have a bunch of things planned.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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