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{ASS} 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 
coincidental. 

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 
typos. 

My stories can be found on: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HungryGuy/www.
http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?name=Hungry_Guy
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=171541

    ***  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 
enjoy!"   

    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 
help."

    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 
idea..."

    *** 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 
ugly!

    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 
lobby. 

    "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 
sale?"

    "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 
choices."

    "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 
woman.

    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 
mind."

    "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 
preferences."

    "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 
fast!"

    "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 
polymer..."

    "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 
Carol.

    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 
me."

    "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 
all!"

    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 
reflex.  

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

    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 
whatever?"

    "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 
door.  

    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 
myself."

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

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

    "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 
soon?"

    "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 
week."

    "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 
crate.

    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!  
Water!"

    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 
second.

    "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 
water.

    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 d�j� 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 
beer?"

    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 
orgasm."

    "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 
back."

    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.  
Whoa!

    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 
gasped.

    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.  
Yes?"

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

    * END *

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