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{ASSM} Cyberwhore (MF) (Bradley Stoke)

Title: Cyberwhore
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF
Short Summary: Kevin is a regular patron of Cyberwhore.

[This story has been previously published on Ruthie's Club
(www.ruthiesclub.com) where it was edited by Father Ignatius and
illustrated by Tzratzk.]



Story: Cyberwhore (3.240 words)



Kevin is a regular patron of Cyberwhore. He is particularly keen
on Sindy: a whorebot who is the answer to all his dreams. But as
much as he loves her, he doesn't know what she thinks of him or
her job. Can Kevin muster the courage to find out?



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	Cyberwhore
        ==========

 "So, you're a patron of Cyberwhore then, Kev?" asked
Jeff with a sneer.

Kevin nodded sheepishly. How had he let something like
that slip out?

"What's wrong with the alternatives, Kev?" Jeff persisted,
sipping from his beer glass in the window seat of the Red
Encounter. "What about virtual sex? What's wrong with
penis pumps? And what about, heaven forbid, the real
thing?"

"Not much chance of that up here on Mars, Jeff," Kevin
pointed out. "How many women have you known who'd
want to live here?  There are about forty men for every
woman."

"Yeah!" sniffed Jeff dismissively. "And those who'd rough
the low gravity, the red skies and the dust storms, they're
real dogs, aren't they? I can't blame you for giving them a
berth. But there are human prozzies, you know. Not the
best you can get in the Solar System, but they're real flesh
and blood. Not that organic plastic shit with circuit boards
for a brain. Why not go for that?"

"They're just not as good," Kevin confessed.

"Fuck me! You can't be serious! You mean, you'd rather
fuck a robot than a real woman? You're one sick fuck,
Kev!"

Kevin sighed.

He knew he should never have mentioned it to Jeff, not that
his friend was any better in the love stakes than Kevin had
ever been. What did Jeff have to boast about? The wife
who'd dumped him back on Earth and his obsession with
holoporn? At least with Sindy, Kevin had someone he could
properly fuck. Okay, she might have been made in a
factory, probably one of those in the water-rich Polar
Regions, but she was a real woman. Just not real in a
biological sense.

This wasn't an argument he could pursue very profitably
with Jeff. Before long, he'd be telling you about how a
customised sex robot was just a machine: nothing more
than circuitry and Artificial Intelligence. No more human
than the bots that made his dinner, cleaned his apartment
and served him in the bar.

And speaking of which...

"Fuck it, Jeff! Why should you care who or what I fuck?"
he said, pointing a finger at his friend's nearly empty glass.
"What are you having? Same again?"

Kevin should have known better than to think a refill would
sideline Jeff. No fucking way! After returning to his seat, he
was treated to Jeff's speculations of what it was like to fuck
a vacuum cleaner and his fantasies about blowing his wad in
the grill-like mouth of a barbot.

Of course, Jeff didn't know Sindy. Nor, for that matter, did
he know Trish, Sunshine, Margot or Veronica. These were
state of the art bots. Flesh and bodily fluids so convincing,
you couldn't tell them apart from the real thing. Except no
woman was as perfect as a whorebot. No woman he'd ever
known had breasts, a figure, or such a welcoming vagina as
Sindy had.

And after several litres of Martian beer, it was towards
Cyberwhore that Kevin walked, leaving Jeff sniggering by
the high-speed maglev transit stop. Or not so much walked
as rather skipped like some fucking Morris dancer. This
low gravity took some getting used to! At least the agency
had got him work on Mars and not the Moon. The Lunar
colonists had to get around like they were on fucking pogo
sticks! Mind you, if work had been easier to find back home
on Earth, where you didn't have a glass dome less than a
hundred metres above your head all the time, he'd never
have opted for that incredibly tedious three month shuttle
across the interplanetary spaceway.

But for the moment, it was Sindy who was beckoning him.
Those luscious lips that gripped his cock like no woman's
lips had ever done before. Those breasts that were both
huge and immaculately balanced. That perfect unblemished
skin. That welcoming smile. Those girlfriends he'd never
been able to keep for more than a month or so at a time
couldn't hold a fucking candle to Sindy. Whatever Jeff said,
Sindy was the real deal. And although Cyberwhore had a
whorebot for every taste (and some of those were distinctly
weird), it was Sindy that Kevin returned to again and again.

When he first visited the premises, he tried out a few. There
was Brittany with her tiny tits and prehensile tongue. There
was Madeleine with her green skin and bald pate. There
was Cherry with her huge appetite for semen on her face.
But none of them was up to Sindy's standard. She was
everything a man could want. And except for her breasts
being significantly larger than any real woman without
surgery could possibly attain, she was very much a normal
woman to look at. Only without the blemishes.

And not only was she the perfect woman to look at, she
was a woman whose rapacious appetite for sex was wholly
reliable and which no man could hope to satisfy. A woman
without the monthly cycle, who never had headaches, and
who would never dump you for your best mate. All in all,
Sindy was fucking perfect. She was a number ten and you
couldn't get anything any fucking better than that!

When Kevin got to Cyberwhore, he was met at the
reception by Tim, who as always was reading an e-novel.
He looked up at Kevin.

"Do you want Sindy again, sir?"

"Yes please," said Kevin, barely able to disguise his
enthusiasm.

Within seconds, Sindy was in the reception lounge dressed
in a loose white dress that hardly obscured at all the lift of
her perfect breasts. She smiled warmly.

"Hello, Kevin," she said. "I'm delighted to see you again."

"I bought you some flowers," said Kevin, sheepishly
handing over the bunch he'd bought on the way.

Sindy looked at them with a slightly puzzled frown. "They
are very nice," she said. "Thank you."

She took them from his proffered hand and placed them on
the counter. Tim tucked them away, betraying no
expression on his face.

Sindy led Kevin to one of the rooms. It was dominated by a
huge bed and illuminated by holograms of attractive
women. Kevin sat on the bed next to Sindy. She put an arm
around his shoulder and listened while, as always, Kevin
launched into a monologue about his work in the
cyanobacterial labs and the problems of getting a good
communication link to Earth.

Eventually, he ran out of things to say and looked at Sindy
expectantly. She smiled and placed one of her immaculately
sculpted hands on his trousers within which his penis was
beginning to stir.

"Shall we make love, Kevin?" she asked seductively.

He smiled wanly. "You know exactly what I want, don't
you?"

"I aim to give total satisfaction, Kevin," Sindy said,
standing up and letting her dress fall to her feet.

Kevin gasped at Sindy's beauty. Those long legs. The
beautiful unblemished face. The skin which felt so warm to
the touch. And, most of all, those breasts that loomed just
above him: so impossibly perfect and whose nipples were
so delicious to taste.

"Oh yes! Yes!" Kevin said in helpless anticipation.

When Kevin departed later, he carried with him the warm
imprint and vivid memories of sex with Sindy. She knew
exactly what he wanted. She didn't complain at all when he
transferred his attention from her vagina to her ever-so-
slightly tight anus. Any more than she did on the occasions
he chose to ejaculate on her face. Whatever Kevin wanted,
Sindy was happy to provide. And when they weren't
making love, she was so adorably patient as he spoke to her
of all the things that troubled him, either here or back on
Earth. No one showed as much sympathy as she did for the
problems he had with women and the difficulties he had in
getting a decent job that suited his qualifications in
bacteriology. Occasionally she'd nod and smile, even say
the odd comforting word, but mostly she just sat there and
listened as Kevin spoke. If only all women were as
indulgent and understanding as Sindy!

Kevin thought about her all day when he wasn't at
Cyberwhore. He was so lucky to have a woman in his life
as perfect as Sindy, even if she was a drain on the not
inconsiderable income his work in such a remote place
earned him. But she was fair compensation for the
claustrophobia of a life spent under a glass dome, as
artificially preserved as the cyanobacteria he worked with.

People like Jeff just didn't understand. Although Sindy
mightn't be biological she was all the woman Kevin ever
wanted or needed. She listened to him. She kissed him with
more passion than any biological woman ever did. She
responded with so much passion as he thrust inside her, a
thin sliver of perspiration on her body that responded to his
own. And pants of post-coital release as intense as Kevin's
own. What more could a man ask for?

"She's still just a fucking robot, Kev!" said Jeff, when they
next met. "Giving her flowers and little gifts just doesn't
make sense."

Kevin crumpled up his face in embarrassment. Why couldn't
he have kept his mouth shut about that?

"It's just to show how much I care," he said sheepishly.

"Care? Don't make me fucking laugh, Kev! A robot's got
no feelings. If you wanted to rape her or beat her up, she'd
be just as receptive. What makes you think this whorebot's
any different to any other anthropomorphic bot?"

"She listens to me. She says she loves me."

"Yeah, right!"

The two friends drank their beers silently, while around
them the other men in the Red Encounter sat in groups,
chatting and laughing. The holoscreen displayed news items
from Earth, delayed as always by at least half an hour from
their original broadcast on the other side of the Sun. Music
swelled and boomed from all directions in the bar.

"Look, Kev," said Jeff, at last, showing unusual concern for
his friend's feelings. "How well do you know this fucking
Sindy? You ever ask how she feels?"

Kevin looked up at Jeff with a slight frown. He tried to
recall any instance when he'd ever done that. He'd been so
remiss. How could he be so insensitive? Sindy knew
everything about him, but he never asked her how she felt.

Kevin shook his head.

"I'm so selfish!" he wailed.

"Selfish? Fuck! She's a fucking whorebot!" said Jeff. "But,
look, Kev, if you really want to know what this Sindy is
about, get her to talk about herself. Women like that, you
know. They don't like it so much if you just talk about
yourself."

"I just hadn't thought..." said Kevin guiltily.

"Well, you do that then, Kev. It's the decent thing!"

This time Kevin left the Red Encounter with good
intentions. He resolved to allow Sindy to talk this time. But
when he arrived at Cyberwhore, he was too drunk to do
very much at all except let Sindy fellate him and he was too
exhausted after fucking her to make good his resolution.

It was the same the next time. He'd had a bad day in the lab
and just wanted a sympathetic ear. And the time after that,
he simply forgot. Every time he left, however sexually
sated, he carried with him the guilt that once again he'd not
expressed the courage needed to get to know Sindy better.

But, at last, he gritted his teeth and on a visit to Sindy,
dressed this time in a fetching leather outfit, he was going
to be different.

"Do you want to fuck me, Kevin?" asked Sindy, with a
pleasant smile, noticing Kevin's silence.

"Sit down, Sindy," ordered Kevin. "No! Not next to me on
the bed. Opposite me, on the chair."

"Yes, Kevin," said Sindy meekly, sitting down. "I very
much want you to fuck me."

"Thank you," said a grateful Kevin. Why didn't biological
women ever say things like that to him? "I want to know
more about you, Sindy. Tell me about yourself."

Sindy paused and looked across at Kevin with a blank
expression. "Do you want to fuck me, Kevin?"

"Yes, of course," said Kevin impatiently. "It's just I don't
know you very well. Tell me something about yourself. Do
you really like me?"

"I love you very much, Kevin. I want you to fuck me."

"Okay! Okay! But what about your other feelings? Do you
like working here?"

Sindy smiled. "Please fuck me, Kevin. I love you very
much."

"Tell me where you come from. Tell me a bit about
yourself."

"My name is Sindy. I have very large breasts. I like fucking
very much. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"I know! I know!" said Kevin, feeling rather helpless. This
was proving more of a struggle than he'd imagined. He
thought that maybe the bouquet of chrysanthemums he'd
chosen with so much care might have made her somehow
more receptive, or at least differently receptive. "How long
have you worked for Cyberwhore?"

There was a pause, and then Sindy replied again with an
equal lack of apparent understanding.

"Cyberwhore is the best whorebot brothel you are ever
likely to find on Mars. It stocks only the best whorebots.
Cyberwhore makes every effort possible to satisfy its
clients at very competitive rates and offers attractive
discounts for regular clients."

"Yes! Yes! I know that. But what about you, Sindy? It's
you I want to know about."

"My name is Sindy. I have very large breasts. I like fucking
very much. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

Kevin sighed. He bent his head down. What was the matter
with Sindy?

"What's wrong, Kevin?" she asked. "Do you want to tell me
what you're thinking?"

"Yes, I do," he admitted. "But it's not about me. It's about
you! Please, please, tell me about yourself. What do you
want to do?"

"I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to
fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Is that all you want to do?"

"I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me what you
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"What do you do when you're not with me, or," and this
Kevin was reluctant to admit even to himself, "when you're
not with other clients?"

Sindy paused. Then she said again: "What's wrong, Kevin?
Do you want to tell me what you're thinking?"

"Do you ever do anything except make love to clients,
Sindy?"

"I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me what you
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"Sindy!" cried an exasperated Kevin. "Just tell me what you
like to do."

"I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to
fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Shit!" cried Kevin. "Can't you ever do anything else? Is
there nothing you want to do except let me fuck you?"

"I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me what you
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"I am happy to let you shit on me, too. Tell me what you
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"No, I don't want to do that! Please just tell me what you
want."

"I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to
fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Oh! All right, then!"

Sindy soon had Kevin's erect penis in her mouth with spittle
dripping over her chin. She sucked and massaged it
energetically: a finger just below his testicles to hold back
the ejaculation that otherwise would have spent itself
prematurely on her cheeks and nose. And then, when
Kevin's lust was clearly exceeding his patience, she lay
naked on the bed to let Kevin penetrate her welcoming
vagina.

Kevin paused as he surveyed his organoplastic lover. Was
this the time to get her to talk to him about herself now she
was in the position she loved most of all? Should he ask her
more questions?

"I love you, Kevin," she said, noticing his hesitation. "I
want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Okay," he said with weakened resolve, pulling off his vest
and socks, and positioning himself over her thighs. She
guided his twitching penis to the warmth and moisture of
the vagina, whose details were exactly like, only better
than, the vaginas he'd occasionally tongued on Earth.

And then the rhythm took control, his buttocks thrusting
back and forth with Sindy's matching response. As he thrust
forward she did the same, easing back slightly as he
withdraw, her blunted fingernails digging into his shoulders
and her face shining with desire and excitement that
matched, if not exceeded, his own. A sliver of perspiration
spread over her body as he too sweat with his exertions.

He noticed that she wasn't responding quite as smoothly as
usual. What was this? Was it because he'd asked her all
those questions? Kevin found that he was thrusting into a
deep liquid hole in a body that was as inert as the mattress.
Her face expressed a fixed immobile smile.

Kevin withdrew his penis, still erect, and kneeled spread-
eagled above her. She made no remark.

"Are you okay, Sindy?" he asked, placing a hand on her
forehead.

No response. In fact, she wasn't even panting in that slow
seductive way that normally accompanied her lovemaking.

"Speak to me, Sindy! Tell me that you're all right!"

No reply.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!"

Kevin put his clothes back on and made his way back to the
reception of Cyberwhore, the low-gravity bounce of his
step at odds with the distress he felt. The receptionist, Tim,
noticed his perturbed expression and smiled
sympathetically.

"Anything wrong, sir?"

"It's Sindy! She's passed out!"

"'Passed out?'"  Tim asked with a puzzled frown.

"She's not breathing or anything!" Kevin elaborated.

"Oh! You mean she's crashed! That happens, sir. Don't
worry! We have a team of specialised technicians who'll
soon see to her. Is there anything we can do for you in the
meantime?"

"In the meantime?"

"Well, until your next visit. We have other models who'll be
delighted to serve you. There's Cassandra, a new girl, who's
proving to be very popular."

"It's Sindy I want."

I can understand that, sir. She's one of the most popular
models in stock. We have another Sindy, if you'd prefer?"

"Another Sindy?"

"We always stock several copies of our most in-demand
models."

"You mean there's more than one Sindy?"

"Of course, sir. We don't want to disappoint our clients
when they request a particular model."

A sickening realisation hit Kevin.

"Do you mean that when I come here I could be with a
different Sindy each time?"

"A different Sindy? There's only one Sindy. All the models
are precisely the same. You'd never be able to tell them
apart. So, what do you say, sir? Would you like another
Sindy? No extra cost, of course."

Kevin sighed. All his gifts, all his words of love and
affection, all his emotions shared amongst several identical
Sindys. He lowered his head despondently.

"I can fetch you a Sindy straight away," Tim said. "It'll be
like you could start exactly where you left off."

"Yeah, why not?" said a defeated and embittered Kevin.
"I'll have another Sindy."








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