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Life with Alpha
by A. Pseudonym
Chapter Eleven: Gamma Jasmine and Delta Elisa
Codes: MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book
Disclaimer: Jasmine and Elisa Maza are owned by Disney. All
artificial persons herein are based on characters owned by their
creators, not the author.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jasmine_%28Aladdin%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elisa_Maza
Dramatis Personae:
Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha
Alpha - First A.I. in existence
Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on character from Ranma 1/2
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan - artificial woman based on character from
Daria
Jane Lane aka Jane Lannister - artificial woman based on character from Daria
Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr - artificial woman based on character
from DC Comics
Rei Ayanami aka Rei Ayanami Ikari - artificial woman based on character from
Neon Genesis Evangelion
Anna Marie aka Rogue aka Anna Marie Raffen - artificial woman based on character
From Marvel Comics
Princess Diana aka Wonder Woman aka Diana Prince Walters - artificial woman
based on character from DC Comics
Zatanna Zatara aka Annabelle Tara Zane - artificial woman based on character
from DC Comics
Beta aka Bayonetta aka Elizabeth Alana Franks - cyborg copy of Alpha in body
based on video game character from Bayonetta
Gamma aka Jasmine aka Jasmine Marza - cyborg copy of Alpha in body based on
Character from Disney movie/TV series Aladdin
Delta aka Elisa Maza aka Elizabeth Marza - cyborg copy of Alpha in body based on
character from Disney TV series Gargoyles
Let me start off this chapter with a short discussion on my
method of mental programming. While I have given various descriptions
of the brain implants my women had been given -- or at least their
triggers and effects, since I have no inclination to give away
specifics of the technologies involved-- I have almost completely
ignored the initial base programming.
After all, some readers have no doubt questioned how to make a
woman readily accept sharing a man with other women or even suddenly
becoming bi-sexual when the character has had no history of such
behavior.
The answer is fairly simple. Everyone, real or artificial,
undergoes similar programming throughout their lives. In European and
Western societies, we accept the idea that a monogamous one-man-one-
woman marriage is the standard and proper lifestyle. Oh certainly,
some countries are expanding that to include homosexual partnerships,
but despite what you may see on TV, they certainly aren't yet accepted
as a societal norm.
When I control a character's childhood memories, I control what
they were brought up to believe and accept as societal norms. While
harems or polygamous relationships probably aren't in the background of
the characters (except maybe Jasmine), that doesn't mean they can't be
altered to believe they are acceptable behavior without changing any of
the character's known background.
Perhaps the character remembers walking down the street with her
mother and seeing two women kiss. She asked her mother about it, and
her mother gave a positive and accepting response. Perhaps there was a
discussion about how a woman doesn't have to be a lesbian to enjoy a
relationship with another woman, or even about how such women might
find a man they both like and share him. Or perhaps there was a
nearly-forgotten childhood friend who had a mother in a harem-like
relationship. Or a favorite cartoon series told of two or three women
sharing the same man. Or friends in high school openly dated the same
boy.
These are the type of memories Alpha and I include for each new
woman we build. Memories with a purpose, tailored individually for
that character. For example, while I'm sure that nowhere in Power
Girl's comic book appearances do we see a man with multiple happy wives
and lovers, her recorded comic book history does not cover her entire
life. There are always plenty of opportunities to shape her
understanding of societal norms. And of course, with some characters
this is significantly easier than others (e.g. Wonder Woman).
Don't mistake this discussion for arguments of what societal
norms should be and whether they are right or wrong. They are simply,
as stated above, memories with a purpose, designed to program into the
women the acceptance of their new situation.
The rest of the mental programming is similar to a drug-reward
system. Every time one of my artificial women sees me, hears me,
touches or is touched by me or even smells me, hormones and chemicals
are released into her brain and bloodstream by small implants in her
glands and brain. The more contact I have with her, the more chemicals
are released. Alpha works out limits on the chemical releases so that
the women can still function normally for the most part, but basically
their own bodies tell them that I am an ideal mate.
Now, as I recall, I left off in Chapter Nine trying to decide
what next body to build for Alpha to have a second mobile platform.
(Chapter Ten was a bit of a digression into how my life was developing
outside the harem.) I had mostly narrowed it down to a choice for
Alpha of either Jasmine (from Aladdin) or Elisa (from Gargoyles),
wanting to get a bit more of a diverse racial mix in the household.
Neither character would work well if we built her as a normal woman
with memories true to her character, especially since both characters
were strongly in love with other men, so I was taking advantage of the
fact that Alpha would be running the body directly as a cyborg.
In trying to decide between the two, I picked up an old Gargoyles
comic in the quarter box of a local store. This was the Halloween
issue (I think it was #3 from the Marvel run, but that's just a best
guess off the top of my head), and when I opened it up, I was surprised
to see Aladdin's Jasmine in a Gargoyles' comic. Of course, it was
actually Elisa in a Halloween costume, but it made me realize that, at
least in comic book form, they looked enough alike to be sisters. Now
Jasmine is, of course, Arabian and Elisa is a Black/Native American
mix, but their skin tone and hair are almost a perfect match.
Inspired by this, Alpha and I decided that we would create a
couple of sister cyborgs, instead of just one.
Thankfully for my sanity, this time around I didn't have to do
all of the wiring myself since I had Beta on hand to help out.
We didn't start building them right away, so it was a good 10
months before... well, here, let me give you a general timeline of how
things had worked out so far:
Kasumi - February
Daria & Jane - May
Kara - August
Rei - November
----
Rogue - March
WW & Zatanna - July
(Storm & flooding [Chapter 10] - September)
Beta Bayonetta - December
----
(AARD founded - April)
Gamma Jasmine & Delta Elisa - October
The new ladies' development was greatly aided by an upgrade I
made to Alpha in February of that year. If you remember, I have
previously stated in Chapter Eight that when I networked more than 32
systems together for Alpha, her improved processing power failed to
increase proportionally. Basically from the 33rd system on up, they
were mainly used for extra storage and connections and such.
In late January, I discovered that I had inadvertently wired that
limitation into Alpha's fuzzy logic boards. (Okay, I may say it was
inadvertent, but I'm sure at some point a few years ago I had decided
it was just easier to do things that way, then forgot about it.) After
Alpha's 32nd system, additional systems would run in series instead of
parallel. Well, that explanation is really, REALLY overly simplified,
but I don't want to write out 100 pages of technical background
followed by 50 pages of explanations. Trust me, I discovered the
source of the limitation and, by early February had fixed the boards
and could add more and more systems to increase her processing power.
Theoretically Alpha could now have up to 1024 different systems running
at the same time to gain maximum power.
This didn't actually make Alpha much more intelligent. Since AIs
aren't limited by memory recall or single-subject consciousness, it
means... *sigh*... this could easily turn into another 50 page
technical discussion.
How about this for a simple explanation: For AIs, intelligence
depends on the programming itself, not the system running it. The
systems running the A.I. determine the processing power, or how much
the A.I. can do with their intelligence at one time.
You can't apply normal IQ tests to Alpha, so I worked out my own
method of measuring her abilities (as AIQ or Artificial Intelligence
Quotient). When she was first turned on, we estimate her AIQ would
have tested at around 20 to 25. Now she had about a 187 AIQ, which was
awesome, but the increased number of systems simply meant that she
could apply that intelligence to a lot more projects at the same time.
Or maybe I should offer a human comparison. If you take a single
human of average intelligence and give him super speed and immortality,
he could eventually write books or plays as brilliant as Shakespeare
through nothing more than making millions of attempts at doing so over
and over. The more intelligent he is, the better and faster his
repeated attempts become, hopefully developing better and better
writing skills as he goes along. The same applies to solving complex
equations or understanding advanced biology or physics. The point of
this comparison is, while intelligence is very advantageous, it is
separate from processing power and speed. Now imagine cloning this
intelligent human so he can work on more and more different projects at
the same time with his super speed and lack of aging, and you might
begin to understand what Alpha could do. Except that Alpha was now the
AI equivalent of Einstein.
For reference, I'd estimate HAL from 2001 at somewhere around 60
AIQ and the god-like Eschaton (from the Singularity Sky books) at
somewhere around 5000 AIQ.
Before the summer arrived, our front company was in place: Alpha
Advanced Research and Development (AARD).
Alpha invested aggressively for months to allow us to buy a small
building -- 3 floors, two of which are mostly lab space, plus a small
attached warehouse -- and use it to set up a secondary site to host
Alpha's newly expanded set of systems. With the cost of the building
and all of the high-end equipment Alpha wanted, it eventually cost us
over $80 million... though maybe I should point out that most of that
was for the lab setup which was purchased over the course of a few
years.
I hired Jane as the company's graphic artist and decorator; she
designed the company logo, pamphlets, etc. Kara was the day-to-day
business manager. Zatanna was the spokesperson. Anna was in charge of
HR. Actually, I put nearly all of my women to work for AARD in some
capacity. Kasumi was the only one with no official job there, but she
had full access and came by a number of times each week.
The offices had a few normal people on staff -- receptionists,
security and facilities/janitorial to begin with. My household came
and went as we pleased. I'm sure the normal staff were confused by the
odd hours we kept and the fact that I, the owner and President,
apparently preferred to work out of my home basement most of the time.
As far as the computer setup went, eventually we just separated
the two locations into parallel copies of Alpha: Alpha 01 at home and
Alpha 02 at work.
For the first year or two we were a very small company, just big
enough to act as a front for Alpha and myself, so we only had hired
half a dozen outside people anyway.
Late that summer was when we went public with announcements for
the artificial eye and early next spring, the nano-wire surgery unit,
though it took a couple years for enough testing to be completed for
each to be approved. Within the first three years, we registered 1074
patents for AARD. The majority of these were minor advances and ideas,
the sort of things patent troll companies use to extort money from
companies that actually make things. BUT we also applied for and were
eventually granted from 2 to 10 significant, ground-breaking patents a
year for the first few years. We held back most of the nano-technology
and A.I. programming, but we registered for a lot of the bio-technology
advances and some micro-tech. (Technically it generally took 3-4 years
for each patent to be fully processed and granted, but once we
registered for it, we confidently acted as though it was ours.)
There are a lot of stories associated with AARD, but I'll deal
with them as they become relevant. Overall what you need to know is
that AARD was privately held by me (despite a lot of offers to buy us
and encouragement to go public with stock), staffed mainly by my
artificial women, and designed to allow release of some of our
discoveries and inventions while acting as a shield against too much
personal public attention.
We hired a small law firm for the company, but all lawyers
working for me were required to keep a certain eccentric and anti-
social but brilliant consultant of mine apprised of all legal filings
and problems. They knew her as Susan Helios, though she was, as you
probably guessed, just one of Alpha's alter-egos.
Actually if I may continue my digression briefly, the lawyers
were initially somewhat resentful of "Susan", but once the patent
lawsuits started, they came to appreciate her. All of our patents were
thoroughly and rigorously correct, but that doesn't stop large
corporations or patent farming companies from trying to stop us or take
the technology for themselves.
In a way, it almost became humorous. These huge corps with their
huge staffs of lawyers would take weeks or months to file a long,
detailed brief. Then within hours, often before the judge actually had
time to read the mega-corp's brief, we had filed a brief of our own
tearing theirs apart in every detail. (Basically Alpha would send a
response to my lawyers within an hour of receiving it, the lawyers
would read it over, sign it as their own and file it.) Most patent-
related lawsuits were won within a year (which is lightning fast for
patent law), often with prejudice so we could recover our legal costs.
The lawyers I had hired gained an enormous boost to their reputations,
and I let them hire "Susan" for other work on a case-by-case basis.
Anyway, back to AARD. We built very little in-house, usually
only those things which required nanite construction methods or other
highly proprietary methods. We didn't manufacture anything that
required true mass production. Those we leased to other companies to
make, generally retaining a percentage of the gross sales. We almost
always did the initial testing ourselves, though anything that needed
government approval usually had that testing farmed out to another
company.
For example, the artificial eyes required more production
facilities than I wanted to get involved in, so we leased the
technology to a large bio-tech firm for a 33% share in the gross sales.
The other initial product line were surgery units with attached
nanite-sized wires capable of performing safe surgery inside the brain
or bones or anywhere really. (See Chapter 10 for background.) Some of
what Alpha could do with her nanites in half an hour, these machines
allowed human surgeons to do in only a few hours time.
AARD sold these directly, but the production of the main control
units was farmed out. The control units were shipped to our local
warehouse where we loaded the software and added the nanite-wires. The
sales of these units were relatively low, about 1 per major hospital.
Yes, there are a LOT of hospitals in the world, but the cost was high
enough that the orders came in at a constant trickle. They cost $3
million each, which included regular training classes (held locally in
Texas) and ten extra replacement wires. (That's actually low compared
to how much we could have charged, but even so we made about 85% profit
on each unit. Why didn't we sell cheaper? We couldn't have kept up
with the demand or have gotten any respect as a product if we sold for
under a million.)
Neither of those products came out within the first couple years
though, since testing and approval took so long.
We made and licensed more and more tech as time went by, from
lightning capture capacitors (designed to be placed atop very tall
structures to capture up to 84% of the power of lightning strikes and
feed it back into the electrical power grid as free, green
electricity... only $10,000 per unit!) to advanced artificial limbs and
organs. After a decade, we were raking in the money hand over fist,
and AARD was becoming ridiculously famous for a company that doesn't
sell anything directly to the public. But I'm jumping ahead of the
story.
Around the time we founded AARD is when I first allowed Alpha to
publish a paper in a professional journal. She had wanted to do so for
a couple years, but without a body to read the paper at a conference or
a degree to back it up, she was rather limited in her options.
Eventually she wrote to a computer science journal and had an article
published describing a new and better algorithm to read the remaining
charge in a battery. (Imagine a laptop or cell phone or mp3 player
that actually gives an ACCURATE reading on how much charge is left?
What a wonderful world that would be...)
Slowly I let her move on to articles on biology and medicine and
physics and chemistry, etc. Having a research and development company
to list as an employer/source really helped. Not that she had figured
out the Unified Field Theory or anything, but she was way ahead of her
human peers.
So let's return our attention to that October, or at least that
summer. We had taken a June Caribbean vacation. My yacht was too
small for everyone to go on an extended sailing vacation at the same
time, so we rotated groups between Disneyworld and sailing the yacht.
Yes, I could have easily afforded a larger yacht, but it's not like it
was going to be used more than once or twice a year. (And no, Diana
didn't find Paradise Island. I felt sorry for her, but she knew the
odds were against it.) I had plenty of Disney World Hotel sex and a
few yacht orgies, and maybe I'll write about them someday, but not
right now.
Beta stayed home and took care of the house and budding company,
as well as continuing the builds for Jasmine and Elisa, also known as
Gamma and Delta. Their tech was mostly the same as Beta's, but we had
learned a lot from her build and repairs and were hoping the new
sisters would be much less prone to initial failures.
Jasmine and Elisa had two significant differences when compared
to Beta, one in design and one in post-build plans.
First, while they were still going to be much stronger than
normal humans, they were designed more for extreme flexibility than
super-strength. When I say flexibility, I mean that world class
gymnasts and freak show contortionists could watch them and wonder how
they did it.
Second, I wanted them to live independently for a few months
rather than move right into the house. This was going to be a major
test of Alpha's programming. Specifically, they were going to attend
college on their own in a dorm. I would pull a few strings (via
donations) so they could room together, and they would always have
their wireless connections to Alpha, but at the same time, Jasmine and
Elisa would have to pass for human with no obvious support structure or
review. If they could do that for at least a semester, I would
consider the experiment a success, and we could arrange for them to
join the harem.
They were signed up for mid-year enrollment at TCU, the same
college Daria and Jane attended. They would each have a double-major,
Elisa in Mathematics and Physics and Jasmine in Biology and Sociology.
These were tentative majors, subject to refinement and change later,
but we wanted a wide range of degrees to allow Alpha to publish in
nearly any professional fields she wanted.
* * * * *
I was there to witness their "births", when Jasmine and Elisa
were removed from the pods. Although they had been conscious for weeks
and still had over a day's worth of testing and settings to adjust and
refine, the actual removal from the pods felt like it should be marked
as their official births.
Jasmine is the shorter of the two at about 5ft 4in tall, with
dark olive skin and dark hair that falls to her waist. She has large,
dark brown eyes and an hourglass figure, with nice C-cup breasts topped
with large dark nipples. Her pubic hair gives the impression of having
shaved lips, though the hair will only ever grow in a small tuft above
her vagina. Her ears, nipples, labia and belly button had all been
grown with piercings, though the actual jewelry had yet to be inserted.
Elisa is a bit taller, with light creamy brown skin with the hint
of a reddish tint and dark brown hair down to just past her
shoulderblades. Her figure is more athletic, with B-cup breasts topped
with tiny dark nipples and aureoles whose color almost matched her skin
giving the odd visual impression that her nipples stand alone with no
aureoles at all. Her pubic hair gives the impression of being
naturally sparse, with little hair growth at all.
Side-by-side, they looked very much like sisters. Certainly not
identical twins, but perhaps fraternal twins.
They both appeared to be in the 18-20 year old range and had
superhuman strength and super-strong skin, though not nearly as tough
or strong as Kara and Diana. Almost every joint was double or triple-
jointed and their major bones could bend slightly without breaking with
extremely elastic tendons and ligaments. They could each theoretically
lick their own pussies from either the front or the back. (I saw them
do exactly that bending over backwards once and asked them not to do so
again while I was watching. It just looked too inhuman to be
attractive. On the other hand, curling up into a ball to lick their
own pussies from the front did look pretty darn erotic.)
After watching them do about an hour of physical tests, I excused
myself and went upstairs. I really wasn't needed for this phase and
left Beta to supervise and watch the naked cyborgs move their joints
and muscles in precise motions over and over again.
Besides, they would mostly live in the basement for at least a
month until we had been satisfied that no major hardware failures were
likely. I'd have plenty of time to plunder all of their virgin holes
and play character scenes before they left for school.
At this point, it was only mid-afternoon so I headed upstairs to
talk about Halloween with Kasumi and whoever happened to be around,
which turned out to be Kara, Diana and Rei, who had just finished
watching Oprah, I think. At this point it was just the first week in
October, so we still had time to prepare.
We didn't give out candy, not being in a neighborhood or having
an easily accessible front door, but there were a few possible
Halloween parties in the area we could attend.
"... So I was thinking that everyone should dress up in an
appropriate or interesting costume for Halloween," I said to Kasumi, as
if we were continuing a conversation.
"What?" She looked at me blankly for a moment. "Halloween?
What costumes did you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought this would be an excellent opportunity for a few
people to go out-and-about in costumes appropriate to their appearance.
For instance, Diana would make a perfect Wonder Woman! And I can't
think of a better Power Girl than Kara here."
Kara smirked at me a little. "Admit it, you just want to see us
in our uniforms again so you can live out your sick little comic book
fetish fantasies, don't you?"
"Oh come on, you can't tell me that the idea of walking around
town in your official outfit doesn't hold some appeal for you? I mean,
come on! Last year you didn't dress up at all."
Diana looked a little wistful. "It might be nice not to hide who
we are for a night."
Kasumi looked at me. "And what costumes do you have in mind for
Rei and myself?"
"Well, it will be your choice, of course, but you could always go
in a traditional Japanese kimono... or you could dress up like Sailor
Senshi... or whoever you want to, really.
"I was thinking that we could go to the college Halloween
carnival during the afternoon and then the Anderson party in the
evening. If we leave the party by 10, we'd still have time for a late
night horror movie or two."
"Oooo, can I pick the movies?" Kara loves hard-R horror movies.
(Oddly enough, that's one character detail straight out of the comics.)
"Within reason. Remember not everyone likes splatter-fests."
She pouted a little and tried giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Please?"
"Maybe one slasher and one classic monster movie. But remember,
watching would have to be schedule-dependent anyway."
Kasumi asked, "What about the others?"
"Well, Anna and Zatanna have their own outfits, of course."
"And Daria, Jane and Beta?"
"Well, they'd need to pick their own, of course, but I think I
can convince Beta to dress up as Bayonetta."
Diana joined in. "And what about you, Frank. What costume did
you have in mind for yourself?"
"I hadn't decided yet. Maybe a mad scientist get-up, like Dr
Frankenstein or Dr Horrible or something."
"I have a better idea," said Kara. "We'll choose for you."
"Come again?"
"The ladies of the household will vote and select what costume
you wear."
I looked at her warily. "Uh huh. I think I'm going to have to
reserve the right of veto on that. As long as it's a real costume,
that should be okay. But I'm not going to go around town in a
loincloth, you know."
"Hey, you want us to dress up to fulfill your own perverted
desires, we get to dress you up in turn."
"Yeah, but I'm not asking for bikinis or anything. Hmmm...
bikinis..." I faded out for a second, thinking about our pool and hot
tub fun, til Kara lightly punched me in the shoulder. "Okay, okay, no
bikinis."
"And we'll be similarly considerate for you."
"Just remember, it has to be something I'd be willing to go out
in public in, all right?"
Rei had been listening quietly all along and now quietly asked,
"What would be a good costume for me?"
I stood back, fingers on my chin, and look at her for a few
seconds. "You know, Rei, with your short haircut, you could pull off a
wide range of costumes. You could be Sailor Mercury or a sexy soldier
or a French maid or... well, there are a lot of good possibilities.
Maybe you, Kasumi, Daria and Jane should take a trip to a costume shop
together. Maybe you all could even do a group costume thing... though
I figure there's an excellent chance Daria will try to avoid dressing
up at all. You'd better enlist Jane to strong-arm her into it."
An hour or so later, Kara found me playing God of War 3 by myself
in the entertainment room. We had a little small talk, mostly about
the game, before she got to the point.
"Frank, I had a question about Alpha."
"Sure, what is it?" I said as I impaled an attacking minotaur.
"I've been reading some of your science fiction books over the
past few weeks and I was wondering why Alpha isn't smarter by now."
"Huh?" Realizing I might need to pay attention, I paused the
game and turned to face her. "What do you mean? Alpha's extremely
smart already."
"Well, yeah, but shouldn't she have improved her programming into
god-like intelligence within hours of when you first started her up?"
"Not really." Making a minor intuitive leap, I asked, "What
books have you been reading?"
"A few by Charles Stross and Rudy Rucker and there was some
series called Shadowrun. I read some old stuff by Isaac Asimov and
Robert Heinlein, but they were all based on older generations of
technology."
"Ah, I think I see where you're coming from. But there are a few
limitations that apply to Alpha that don't apply to fictional
computers.
"First, the hardware limits how efficient the software can
become. Even if all of Alpha's programs were absolutely perfect and
efficient, she's still limited to how fast her host computers process
the data. She's can't detach herself and run wild and free on the
internet. Besides which, I have some of the fastest servers available
in the world running downstairs and at the office.
"Second, there are limitations built into Alpha herself. Yes,
she can upgrade her own software, but each upgrade has to rigorously
pass certain tests and filters before it can be applied. Plus, certain
root functions are flagged so that any upgrades to them have to be
approved by me first, and I'm a lot slower than Alpha when it comes to
reviewing thousands of lines of code.
"Third, how would you know if she even has god-like intelligence?
She's already a super-genius compared to any human. We worked out our
own IQ scale for AIs, and she's already worked her way up to being a
super-genius on that scale too.
"Finally, there's a big difference between human brains and
computers when it comes to dealing with the real world, which means
which means that Alpha needs a lot more software subroutines than you
can probably imagine. I mean, we can look over there and just
automatically say, 'that's a chair.' If a computer doesn't already
have that image pre-defined as a chair, it has to process the visual,
separate out the chair as an individual object, analyze its structure
and work through all the possible variables until it can sort the
imaged structure into a subset of objects defined as chairs.
"For example, Alpha and I worked up a program that would allow
her to drive a car in traffic. Well, more her than me, but the program
is enormously complicated. Car controls are relatively easy, but
sorting out the constant movement of other cars and vehicles on the
road while driving legally and safely? Just detecting nearby objects
isn't enough if you're going 55 mph. And then there are things like
driving in construction zones and potholes and speed bumps and
animals... We take those skills pretty much for granted, but everything
our brains process subconsciously and automatically requires conscious
programming for her."
"Why'd you program her to drive? Can she do that?"
"Pretty much, and it was a test. And remember, we're going to
make her a mobile body at some point."
(Maybe I should point out that while Kara knows about Alpha, she
doesn't know that Beta is a cyborg. To her, Beta is a nickname for
"Elizabeth Alana Franks" -- Elizabeth Alana becomes Beth A. becomes
Beta, so it makes a kind of sense -- a friend of mine from childhood
who recently moved back to Texas. With her superhero mentality, Kara
sometimes has certain built-in opinions of computers that build
themselves super-powered bodies.)
I continued. "Plus let me say, don't dismiss Asimov or Heinlein
or any of the classics. Maybe they didn't predict the microchip, but
they provided the cornerstones for modern SciFi. I mean, even as
limited as Mike the A.I. is in The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, that's
still one of Alpha's favorite SciFi classics. Alpha occasionally tries
to prod me into financing a movie version. I think the I ROBOT movie
disappointed her so badly that she feels the need to create a good
movie adaptation of a classic SciFi AI."
Kara obviously wasn't expecting quite such a long response, but
she had kept up with my talk just fine.
She said, "I guess I did get a laugh out of how amazing it was
supposed to be in the book that Mike could create a realistic video
face in real-time. On the other hand, while I didn't agree with all of
it, I enjoyed reading about politics on the moon in the future.
Although of course, if I were there, the whole war thing would have
gone differently."
"Naturally. Say, do you do that a lot? Think about what you
would do if you were part of the story? And at full power?"
"Yeah. Most of my fights are pretty straight-forward. See bank
robbers; stop bank robbers. Someone tries to take over the world? I
knock them around til they give up. Aliens invade? Punch them til
they leave. But sometimes things aren't that simple. What do you do
if one country refuses to extradite someone for trial somewhere else?
Or if two countries are going to war? Then it gets all political and
about national sovereignty and such. It helps if you think about what
you'd do in various fictional situations first, so maybe when it
actually comes along, you're better prepared to make a good decision."
"So you stay out of political stuff?"
"As much as I can. Things would have to be really clear or
really desperate for me to get involved in political problems, y'know."
"Yeah, but you're a big girl. I'm sure you're good at making up
your own mind."
"I'm a big girl, huh? And what do you mean by that?" She had
gotten a teasing look in her eyes with this comment.
"I mean you're an adult who is taller than I am, stronger than I
am, weigh more than I do and has much larger breasts than I do."
"You should know better than to comment about a lady's weight."
"Hey, can I help if you're covered in sexy, super-dense
Kryptonian muscles?"
"So you're attracted to women with muscles?" she asked, pulling
up one sleeve of her T-shirt and flexing a bit.
"Well, maybe a little, though definitely not for those extreme
body builder women. With you I think it's more that I'm attracted to
you than to your muscles. Your muscles are just part of the package."
As I talked, I ran a finger along her flexing arm up to her chin,
tracing her lip as I spoke.
"You're just trying to get into my pants, aren't you?"
"Well, that wasn't my original goal for the afternoon, but it
sounds like a worthy endeavor. What do you think my chances are?"
I had moved closer to her on the couch, my face inches from hers
with one hand running up and down her back under her t-shirt.
"I think your chances are pretty good. I suppose it depends on
what you're planning to..."
I interrupted her with a swift hard kiss, moving to sit on her
lap while moving my other hand to cup her seated ass as best I could.
She broke the kiss, unsuccessfully trying to stand up without
dislodging me as I hung on tightly.
"And where do you think you're going, young lady?"
"I'm taking you up to my bedroom."
"Oh no, you don't. You started this here, coming in and
flaunting your erotic comic book self. Just take off those shorts and
lay down on the couch."
There was no way I could force this, of course, but she only gave
a meek verbal protest.
"But what if one of the others walks in on us?"
"Then they can stand back and enjoy the show. Or join in."
I stood up, kicked off my shoes and pulled off my jeans and
undies, motioning her to do the same. (I've fucked with my pants on
before, and it is uncomfortable and leads to chafing.) Her shoes and
shirt stayed on, but her shorts and panties came off very quickly. She
laid back on the couch, her golden halo of hair spread out around her
face, her eyes smoldering with sudden lust as she watched me kneel
between her smooth long legs.
We didn't really indulge in any foreplay this time. Naked only
from the waist down, I slowly pushed my male tumescence into her
rapidly moistening womanhood, savoring every inch as we stared into
each other's eyes. As I bottomed out inside her, we kissed again, this
time open-mouthed, our tongues feeling the familiar taste of each
other. I moved my hands under her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts
as I started slowly pumping in and out of her.
There was nothing creative or imaginative about our rutting. We
were just enjoying the decadence of unplanned afternoon sex outside the
bedroom. I pounded myself into her for over ten minutes before coming,
and I'm sure she came at least twice before I emptied myself. (I love
having such an advantage with my women. Their implants practically
guaranteed multiple orgasms every time I fucked them. Performance
anxiety was non-existent.)
I lay sprawled out on top of her, breathing heavily, feeling her
rumbling chest under me.
She turn her head slightly and, in an exaggerated whisper, said,
"I think we're in trouble."
"What?" I asked as I craned my head around. Kasumi was watching
us with a spray bottle in one hand and a towel in the other, a slightly
annoyed look on her slightly flushed face.
"*Ahem*" she said in a mock throat-clearing. "If you're
finished, I think the couch needs cleaning."
Oops. She was entirely correct, I noticed. We had left a goopey
damp spot under Kara's hips. I withdrew and stood up, grabbing Kara's
panties to wipe off my dick.
"Hey!" she protested, then grabbed my jeans and used a leg to
wipe up her sopping pussy.
"Sorry, Kasumi," I said in a contrite voice, handing the messy
panties back to Kara. "We should have put something down first so we
wouldn't make a mess."
"Sorry, Kasumi," Kara echoed.
Kasumi shooed us away as she knelt by the couch, adjusting the
spray nozzle of her cleaning bottle.
I watched Kara walk out of the room towards the stairs, an
unconcerned sway in her hips as she sashayed out, dirty panties and
shorts in one hand.
I turned back to Kasumi and moved up to clasp her hips in my
hands.
"I'll make it up to you tonight. Whoever else is scheduled, you
show up and I'll make you the center of attention. Okay?"
She froze up, and even without seeing her face I could tell she
was blushing... but she didn't respond.
"Okay?" I repeated, moving my hands to cup her breasts. I could
feel her erect nipples even through her blouse and bra.
"Hai... okay."
"Good. I'm looking forward to it." And I kissed her where her
shoulder met her neck, then withdrew from the room, using my messy
jeans to maintain a small degree of modesty.
Surprisingly, no one else was there to watch as I went upstairs
to get cleaned up and change clothes.
Daria and Jane didn't get home til a couple hours later, at which
time Daria balked at getting a costume while Jane was quickly
enthusiastic about the notion.
"Aw, come on, Daria," Jane beseeched. "This could be a lot of
fun."
"Yes, it could have been... when I was 10."
"Well there you go, do it for childhood nostalgia."
"Exactly whose childhood am I being nostalgic for? Pretty sure
it's not mine. And while I'm at it, why don't I give my barbie doll a
haircut and let some boys put snails down my dress?" Daria replied with
a noticeable touch of sarcasm.
For some reason, I suddenly wanted to go search the garden for
snails and slugs, but I was able to resist the urge.
"Whatever floats your boat. Me, I'd just stick with a Halloween
costume."
"How about if I dress up as me? That way, the costume shopping
is already done."
Oddly enough, that would be perfect for me, but she didn't know
she was copied from a cartoon character so it wasn't really a valid
option.
I joined the conversation. "Okay, Daria, let's negotiate. What
will it take for you to dress up in a costume for Halloween?"
"An act of congress? An executive order?"
"Okay, short of legal action, legislation or hypnotism, what will
it take?"
"Nothing, because it's not going to happen."
"How about 20 orgasms, payable on demand?"
"I pretty much get that anyway."
Jane jumped back in. "How about 20 orgasms per night for a
week?"
"While it sounds nice, it also sounds like it would kill my
schoolwork for a week."
I pointed out, "How about you do it to show solidarity with your
friends, who are all planning to dress up. You and Jane, Kasumi and
Rei could go for a group theme."
"What about the others? Kara, Beta, Di, Zana and Anna?"
"Kara, Diana, Zatanna and Anna all already have costumes. And I
think Elizabeth will be a perfect Bayonetta."
Daria was still uncomfortable with the idea that Kara, Diana,
Zatanna and Anna were 'superheroes', so instead she focused on the
unfamiliar name. "Bayonetta?"
"It's a game character. I'll show you later. Look at it this
way, it will be a bonding experience with your friends!"
"I know all about 'bonding' experiences with you, and they're not
something I want to do in public."
"I'll agree to let you ladies decide what my costume will be."
"Look, I just don't do dress-ups."
I got down to my knees and crooked a finger for Jane to join me
as I slowly inched toward Daria, hopeful puppy-dog expression on my
face. "Pweease?"
Together, Jane and I back Daria back into a chair and sat her
down, our hands supplicatingly around her knees.
She cracked up. Laughing, she choked out, "All right, all right
already. I'll wear a damn costume."
"Thank you!" We slobbered kisses on her kneecaps.
"But I get to pick out what I wear."
"Of course," I said, standing up, only to quickly sit in her lap
for a moment. "Just remember that getting costumes as a group does
enhance your individual anonymity."
"Good point," she muttered as she callously shoved me off her lap
onto the ground.
As I picked myself back up, I noticed Rei off to the side,
clicking away on her camera.
"Rei, what are you doing?"
She blinked at me. "Taking pictures."
"Yes, but why are you taking pictures."
"So I can build a memory book of my time here."
"Are you planning to leave sometime soon?"
"No, but I do not know when I will be called back home."
Knowing her programmed background, it was kinda sad and pathetic.
Someone who knows they are a replaceable clone, a tool for military
use, just trying to create and retain memories and an identity of her
own. I just had to give her a hug, so I did.
Aside from an increase in female whispering, the rest of the
evening passed uneventfully. Gamma and Delta were doing fine so far,
but wouldn't be ready to actually do anything entertaining or sexual
until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. (I gave them each a kiss
goodnight all the same, and gave Beta a kiss and grope before I went
back upstairs.)
When I announced my intent to retire for the evening, Wonder
Woman peeled herself off from the remaining gaggle of women to
accompany me. I was used to things like this, since the ladies
wouldn't tell me beforehand who was going to join me in bed. Thirty or
forty percent of the time, it was a duo and occasionally (maybe twice a
month or so) a trio of lovely ladies who joined me in bed... but most
of the time, only a single woman joined me per night.
I paused on the stairs and turned to her. Diana was a vision of
loveliness, with long dark hair falling in a beautiful wave down her
back. She stood a couple inches taller than me, with strong blue eyes
and dark red lips. She wore a simple blouse and skirt which completely
failed to hide her beautiful bosom, slim waist and athletic long legs.
"Ah, my lovely princess, tonight we have a purpose beyond that of
simple pleasure."
She crooked an eyebrow at me, silently waiting for me to
continue.
"Kasumi!" I called out downstairs. A few seconds later, she
poked her head around the corner and looked up at us.
"Diana, earlier today I added to Kasumi's workload because I
acted messily without thinking, and I promised to give her special
attention tonight. It seems to me that Kasumi all too often stays in
the background and doesn't receive the attention she deserves. I
propose that tonight, we give her some of that well-deserved
attention."
"That sounds like a very good idea, Frank. Come, sister," Diana
said, stretching out an arm to Kasumi.
I hoped I hadn't ruined Diana's plans for the evening, but she
could be a very kind and nurturing woman at times, so I wasn't very
worried about upsetting her too badly. (Well, she was kind and
nurturing when she wasn't being extremely violent, that is.)
We escorted Kasumi up to my bedroom, where we stripped first her
then ourselves down to the skin. Then we moved to my bathroom.
Everyone in the house knew that Kasumi had an... obsession? fixation?
strong desire?... for cleanliness, especially before intimate
relations, so bathing or showering was a normal part of foreplay with
Kasumi.
We had her stand in the shower with Diana and myself on either
side of her. Together, we each carefully cleaned Kasumi, starting with
her toes and working our way up, with Diana taking her left side, me on
her right. We worked slowly, using the shower as foreplay. We would
caress her lovely skin with one hand and clean with a washcloth in the
other, following up on each area with intimate kisses. When we reached
her vagina, we traded off our duties back and forth, and ended up
kissing either other as much as the pussy before us.
When we finished 'cleaning' her pussy and ass, we found a full
body blush blooming and Kasumi covering her face with her hands. Her
juices were gushing, so I knew she was enjoying it. Well, okay, I knew
she had pretty much no choice but to enjoy it. It's just that she
hadn't had this strong of a blush response in months.
We gently pulled her hands away from her face and started
cleaning her hands by sucking her fingers one at a time. We worked our
way up her arms and down to her breasts, where we licked and suckled to
our hearts content.
When we had finished with her, I pulled in a folding shower chair
and had her sit down. I gently took her hands and placed one on her
breast and the other touching her vaginal lips. I whispered to her,
"Watch and enjoy".
Diana and I refreshed the suds in our washcloths and started on
each other. We spend about half the time kissing as we worked the
cloths and our hands all over each other.
Diana has a spectacular body, as anyone who has ever picked up a
DC comic book knows. And one of the best things is that her body,
built to comic book perfection specifications, will remain as perfect
as science will allow. Her large, gravity-defying breasts will never
sag and yet have no odd feel or hang from artificial implants. Her
thighs will never collect fat. Her hair will never turn gray. None of
the women will ever have bodies that fail due to age. Well, not as
long as they have regular nanite checkups.
Occasionally I worried that I was shutting myself off from
reality, living in my own fantasy world. I hadn't had a relationship
with a 'real' woman in a few years, and I worried that my artificial
women might spoil me for real women and keep me from having a lasting
relationship. Every so often, I even wondered if I would ever have
children of my own. (And not metaphorical children like Alpha and
Beta.)
Having a child with one of the artificial women was not... well,
while it was possible, it was just a bad idea. Yes, they had human DNA
and should theoretically be able to have normal human children. But it
was a theory that had not been tested. Their DNA had been assembled
from over a dozen different women and their bodies hadn't been allowed
to grow naturally. Who knows what monstrous mutations might show up in
their offspring. And that's completely ignoring the bodies that had
been enhanced with super-human strength and toughness. Superhuman
traits would not be passed on to children, not that they could ever
have children. Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Rogue and Bayonetta all had
bodies that would refuse to adjust to allow a fetus to grow, so we made
sure their bodies were completely sterile; they had no viable eggs
within their ovaries.
I had discussed the problems with possible pregnancies with
Alpha, and she had agreed that it was too risky. I had okayed an
experiment with creating artificial rats and letting them get pregnant,
but it was still in the early preparatory stages.
On the other hand, while I was in the shower, making out with
Wonder Woman as Kasumi played with herself and watched us, my thoughts
were not digressing as this text did. They were focused on much more
immediate subjects.
By the time we were all clean, I'm pretty such both ladies had
come at least once.
We toweled off and moved into the bedroom to my Emperor Plus size
bed. Diana laid Kasumi down in the middle of the bed and we both spent
a good 15-20 minutes just playing with her. We gave her constant
attention, raising her arousal levels high enough that by the time I
actually started fucking her, she exploded in a continuous orgasm
lasting at least 2 minutes until she fell into a virtual faint, not
unconscious but not aware of the world around her.
I was so close to coming, I was tempted to just use her nearly
unconscious body to finish up. Fortunately, I had another woman on
hand to move to. Diana was on-edge as well and we both came within a
few strokes. Unlike most climaxes, this time I kept on going. It was
another 10 minutes before I came a second time and finally felt a bit
sated. I'm pretty sure Diana came a few times as well, but honestly,
this was one time I didn't really pay attention.
I put away my earpiece, and we drifted off to sleep.
All three of us were early risers, so none of us had to stay
quiet for the others in the morning. (Truth be told, I might've slept
in a bit later than normal that morning if given the option, but no
matter.)
We went through our exercises and showered -- Diana joined me in
the shower for a bit of friskiness, Kasumi didn't -- and ate. And then
I went down to check on Delta and Gamma. Both were resting in the
nano-goo pods, with Beta stretched out on my cot.
The thing with the cyborgs is, they don't really sleep. The
organic bodies need rest periodically but the minds don't. Among other
things this meant I didn't have to be quiet to avoid waking them.
Looking over the new ladies, I asked out loud, "How are the tests
coming?"
Through my earpiece I heard Alpha respond, "Ninety-three percent
complete. They should be ready to try their first solid food this
afternoon, and we'll do range, receiver and independent operation
testing tonight. They'll be ready for role-play and sex in
approximately 5 hours, if you're interested."
"Good. Any problems so far?"
"The improvements we made have been mostly successful so far. If
the current testing holds true, only 2.5% of internal connections and
settings will need to be repaired within the first month."
With Beta, the rate had been about 8% in the first month, 2% in
the second month, then down to only minor repairs every few months.
"Excellent. Good job. Any news or appointments I should be made
aware of?"
"There are two more documents which need to be signed and
witnessed at the lawyers' offices this week. I've scheduled you for a
2 o'clock on Thursday, if that's acceptable."
"Sure, but remind me Thursday morning. What else?"
She took me through a highlight of national and local news and we
went about some of our normal morning routines. Today Alpha had four
online comic strips about which she needed me to explain the humor.
(With one of them, I didn't get the joke either.) There were 1500 new
lines of programming code for me to look through and approve. I
generally reviewed about 500 lines a day, but sometimes the code is all
linked so much that you just had to do it all at once or you'd forget
parts of it between sessions. Today I did my standard 500-ish lines in
under two hours.
Most of the fiddly bits with system repairs and updates were now
handled by Beta, which gave me a lot more free time than I had had the
first few years.
Until lunch, Alpha and I mostly worked on models for an
artificial liver. True, with Alpha and our nanites we could grow
replacement organs, but that would be a one-at-a-time production level.
(I know stem cells are in vogue right now in the news, but our methods
involved cloning existing cells. True, it's easier to clone cells so
that the new cells are the same type as the original, but each cell
contains the DNA needed to create any other type of cell in the body,
so using our nanites it is possible to, for example, start with a blood
cell and grow new nerve tissue.) We had no theories yet on how to grow
livers or other organs in large, useable numbers, so artificial it was.
You might wonder how exactly I could even contribute to
discussions or projects like this. True, I had very little academic
knowledge on biology on this level, but over the past couple years I
had gotten a LOT of hands-on training and experience. Plus, while
Alpha was the real brains behind projects like this, she lacked the
ability to make intuitive leaps or ask odd-ball questions that could
open new approaches to problems.
Basically Alpha usually starts from pre-existing technology and
theories and then methodically works through projected possible models
and variants. She is very good at doing this and can do it quickly,
but she has difficulty making radical leaps in design by herself. On
the other hand, the human brain can sometimes be good at looking at
something from a radically different angle early on. When Alpha tries
to imitate intuitive leaps, most of the time her results are much more
random than productive. It's just the nature of electronic versus
organic brains.
Anyway I stayed in the basement most of the morning, then
assembled a tray of sandwiches for lunch. Delta and Gamma's first
solid food ever was smoked turkey breast on wheat with swiss cheese,
mayo, lettuce and tomato, with pretzels on the side and Koolaide to
drink.
I complimented Alpha on their appearance again. She does really
good organic assembly work.
We spent a couple hours trying out some small talk, checking
their social behavior settings. We had some work to do there, since
Beta, Gamma and Delta all had pretty much the exact same personality
and responses as their starting points.
Early afternoon, I asked Alpha, "What's my schedule this
evening?"
Since I usually like to be surprised, a human might have asked if
I really wanted to know. Alpha however immediately responded, "Tonight
is Daria, who is planning on dinner and a movie."
"No Jane?"
"No, or at least Jane is not scheduled tonight. Jane does have a
solo night scheduled on Saturday for an art exhibition."
I thought for a moment. I hadn't spent quality time with Daria
for at least a week, and hadn't had one-on-one time with her for 2 or 3
weeks. Of course, I liked her a lot -- I didn't waste resources and
time on characters I didn't like -- so I was looking forward to it,
but... tonight was a school night, wasn't it?
"What is her class schedule tomorrow morning?"
"Her first class in the morning is at 10:30. Do you want class
descriptions?"
"No, thank you, just the time. 10:30 is all right for her
morning schedule, but I think it'll be a late night for me. So I'll
need a nap this afternoon, but first..." I looked over at the two
newborn "sisters".
"I think I'd prefer to do actual taking of virginities in a real
bed, but I think I would enjoy a Delta and Gamma dual-blowjob right
now. Are they... " I turned to face the newborns. "Are you two
ready? Functional enough?"
"Of course!" they said in unison.
Their personalities had been going on and off for the past few
hours while they cycled through social tests. Now they turned back on
full force.
Maybe I should point out something about myself. I don't like
stupid or air-headed women. I didn't build women to act as my servants
or sex slaves. Yes, I built myself a harem, but a harem made of fun,
intelligent, strong women open to a variety of sexual experiences...
with a tendency to defer to me in sexual matters.
So when I say that Elisa and Jasmine started slinking towards me
like amorous naked cats hunting for a mouse to fuck, understand that
this was just part of their sexual programming and not an image of
enslaved, mindless fuck-puppets. (Back when I originally considered
the possibility of making a mindless fuck-slave, I quickly realized she
would get boring very quickly. Plus in this case, it was just a set of
programs run by copies of Alpha.)
Of course, none of that was on my mind at that particular moment.
Rather, the two dark-skinned beauties pulling my pants off held the
center of my attentions.
I had received dual blowjobs before, but they were comparatively
clumsy and awkward compared to the synchronized movements of the cyborg
twins. My pants and underwear were off and I was laid back on the cot
before I regained enough mental awareness to notice.
The sway of their breasts was hypnotic and they provided a visual
feast to match the sensations of tongues on my penis and scrotum. They
each caressed my body with one hand, tracing my jawline, tweaking my
nipples, rubbing my chest and reaching underneath to slide across my
bottom. With their other hands, they created a visual treat as good as
any porno I've ever seen, feeling each other up, running their fingers
over each others' breasts, tweaking the nipples and playing with each
others' hair.
While their hands were in constant motion, so were their tongues
and mouths. One was sucking my cock down to the root, her tongue
wrapping around my shaft while the head was lodged in her humming
throat, and at the same time her sister was licking my balls, sucking
one or both completely into her mouth. As if from a prearranged
telepathic signal -- which is very close to the truth -- they would
switch out, changing places on my dick without losing a beat.
I was lucky to last 5 minutes, with Jasmine swallowing my load.
As I lay back, recovering, I pulled them up so that one was on either
side of me. For a moment, we just lay there. And it was a wonderful
moment. I can't describe how soft and smooth and wonderful their skin
felt. For the first week or two out of the pods, my women had skin
like newborn babes. I moved my arms a bit further around and cupped
their breasts.
The nipples hardened quickly under my fingers, which triggered
the memory of their cyborg nature. Their nipples, just like their
clits and vaginal juices, would only shows signs of arousal during
direct stimulation or when consciously directed and maintained by their
computer brains.
"That was amazingly well done. Was that copied from a particular
movie or did you create the scenario yourself?"
"Thank you," Elisa and Jasmine said in unison.
"It was not a copy of any specific movie..." said Jasmine.
"But was created by combining and comparing 42 similar scenes..."
continued Elisa.
"And using them to synthesize an idealized set of actions..."
"From the perceived goals of the direction of the various
scenes," concluded Elisa.
"Well, it worked very well. Are you... are you planning on doing
the twin-speak all the time?"
"Not all the time," said Beta. She had been silent for the
entire exchange, maybe acting as a third-party observer or coordinator.
"Was their exchange just now disorienting to you?"
"A little, but that may have been because they're on either side
of me. It's kinda like a stereo playing while someone's fiddling with
the speaker plug. But the twin-speak is a good idea. Don't do it all
the time, but occasionally? Yes, I think it could be neat. But it
would also be pretty memorable, so avoid it when you don't want to
stand out from the crowd."
I gave the two of them a slight push up, and they got off the
cot.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get a nap. I think I have a
long night ahead of me. Oh, which one of you will be with me tonight
after Daria? I doubt I'll have the stamina to give you both the
attention you deserve."
"I will," said Gamma Jasmine after a brief pause.
"Excellent."
Late in the afternoon, I emerged from the basement, refreshed and
ready for the evening. Daria was home, and I think she may have been
slightly relieved that I was out of the basement. (There were days
when I spent all day and all night in the basement, working on one
project or another. I'm sure it threw the ladies' schedules out of
whack, especially since I didn't know about most of their schedules in
advance.)
"Hey there, Frank. Welcome back to the land of the living."
"Hello, Daria. It's nice to be back. The land of the dead is a
frightening place. What's up?"
"You're all mine tonight, and I want to go out for the evening."
"Certainly, milady. Do you have any special preferences?"
"Dinner and a movie."
"Sounds doable. What movie?" She tends to like arthouse and
weird foreign films and knows I don't usually care for subtitled
fare... unless they're from the action, kung fu and/or monster genres.
"The new Terry Gilliam came out a couple weeks ago."
"Good. His stuff has always been hit-or-miss with me, but I'll
readily admit that Brazil and Baron Munchhausen are two of my all-time
favorites. Is there anywhere special you want to go eat?"
"Not particularly, though I'd prefer to avoid fast food if
possible."
"How about seafood? You have any shellfish allergies I should be
aware of?"
"Well, if I swell up and die, then we'll know."
"Ah, living life on the edge." I glanced at my watch. "What
time does the movie start?"
"I'd like to hit the 7:20 showing so we're not out too late."
"Well, we should have plenty of time. Let me clean up and change
into some shellfish-friendly clothes and we'll be off."
"So what exactly are 'shellfish-friendly clothes'," she asked as
we walked toward the stairs.
"Not sure. Maybe anything with a hard exoskeleton?"
"If you're going to get THAT friendly with shellfish, please warn
me beforehand."
"What happened to living life on the edge?"
"I think that's more along the lines of living life over the
edge."
"Touche."
I asked Alpha to make us a reservation at a nice seafood
restaurant I liked before I took a quick shower and got dressed in
slacks and a nice shirt.
The evening went smoothly, with no unexpected deaths from unknown
allergies. The film wasn't bad either, but failed to surpass Gilliam's
earlier works.
On the drive back, the conversation turned from a critique of the
film to life at the house.
"So Daria, how do you like life at Casa Frank?"
"Not what I expected when I moved here, but at least there's less
to complain about than in high school. On the other hand, I do enjoy
complaining, so that might be a negative."
"I don't consider high school to be representative of the real
world."
"I'm not sure Casa Frank is representative of the real world
either."
"I hope not. The real world sucks, but what I was wanting to
know is, are you happy here?"
She paused for a moment. "Ummm..."
"If not, I want to know how I can make it better for you," I
interjected.
"Frank, you do realize that you live a really weird life, right?"
"I suppose so."
"I mean, okay, while it's not unique or anything, most men don't
live in a mansion with lots of beautiful women fighting to sleep with
him. Well, not without owning a major porno magazine."
"Yes, I realize I have been very lucky in life, but again, how is
life for you right now?"
"Still going on, last time I checked."
"Daria..."
"All right, all right. I guess I just never expected to be in
this situation." She stopped speaking abruptly.
"A little more information is required than that."
After a moment's pause and reflection, she continued.
"I never thought I'd be one of those women who'd fight over a man
or let her... ummm... significant other..."
"You can say boyfriend or even lover. I think of you as my
girlfriend and lover."
She mumbled a bit. "Yeah, ummm, let him sleep around on her.
It's just not the kind of person I thought I'd grow up to be."
"Is that how you see our life? I mean, I suppose it's true in a
technical sense, but then again, it's also true that my girlfriend-
slash-lover is sleeping around with other people too."
"Hey! I am not a... Oh god, it's true. I am a slut. We both
are."
Suddenly she looked so depressed I had to laugh.
"It's not funny!"
"Yes, it is. You immediately go to the worst possible
description of yourself when you're being self-critical."
"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I'm wrong."
"In this case, you are. Neither of us sleeps around
indiscriminately. We both only sleep with people we love."
We weren't on a major street, so I pulled over for a moment,
turned to her and took her hand in mine.
"Daria, I love you. And I love Jane. And I know you love Jane,
and she loves you. Is that how it's going to be 20 years from now? I
hope so. I even hope that we're all still together 20 or 30 or 50
years from now."
She had trouble meeting my eyes, and instead just stared at our
joined hands. She mumbled something I couldn't hear.
"What was that?"
"I love you too, despite the situation. The trouble is, you also
love Kasumi and Kara and everyone else."
"Well, yes and no. While I'm not going to start ranking or
quantifying how much I love someone, I do realize that Diana and
Zatanna and Kara and maybe Anna won't be living here forever. Heck,
even Rei could be called home at any time."
"But you wish they could stay."
"Well, yes. And I wish you and Jane could live here forever.
And Kasumi and Kara."
She finally lifted her gaze to meet my eyes. With skin and eye
contact, her implants were slowly turning her brain into a chemical
mush. I continued speaking, hoping she would be able to remember it
afterwards.
"But Daria, regardless of what I feel, I am not going to hold you
back from living your life. I mean, I expect you and Jane to be
together for the rest of your lives, and I hope you'll both stay here
with me, but if you want to leave, I won't keep you here."
Of course I would hold her back, if it came to that, but Daria
and Jane were two of the most fun people in the household. I planned
to hold onto them for as long as possible, only recycling them if I had
no other choice. And boy, did I feel duplicitous when I realized this
as I leaned over to kiss her.
The kiss lasted for almost a minute before I pulled away from her
and put the car back into gear. Before pulling out into traffic, I took
her left hand and placed it on my jeans-covered thigh. Once we were
safely underway, I pushed her skirt up a bit and put my right hand on
her leg to match.
"Now then, is there anything I can do to make your life better?
Think about it and let me know." I felt a squeeze on my thigh in
response.
The rest of the drive back was quiet, though I tried to make
occasional entertaining comments about random subjects.
It was after 10pm when we finally pulled into the garage. I
turned the motor off, clicked the garage door remote and turned back to
my date.
"So, Daria, leaving aside general discussions of our future, is
there anything I can do for you tonight?"
"Yes, please," she said, blushing a bit.
"Anything specific spring to mind?"
She mumbled incoherently. Previously evenings with Daria had
mostly ended romantically, with me trying to sweep her off her feet,
often literally. This time I thought we might do something a bit
different, and said as much out loud, to which I received another quiet
mumble.
I got out of the car, walked around to her side, opened the door,
picked her up and slung her over my shoulder.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself. You didn't pick anything, not audibly anyway, so
I did."
As I carried her through the house, we passed a few of the other
ladies, including Jane who was doing a sketch of Rei.
"So I guess the movie was good?" Jane called out as we passed
her.
"Pretty good," said Daria from my shoulder.
"What are you going to do to her?" asked Jane. I could feel her
leering at us as I walked away.
"I'm going to try to make her walk wobbly and bowlegged
tomorrow," I said, punctuating the statement with a mild slap to
Daria's rump.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, though I'm pretty certain the slap hadn't
actually hurt. "Yeah, we're doing that, apparently."
"See you in the morning!" Jane called as we started upstairs.
Once in my room, I tossed her onto the bed and started quickly
stripping down. Daria was only topless by the time I was naked, so I
helped her remove her glasses, skirt, socks and shoes, then tore her
dainty panties off her.
"Hey, I liked those."
"Me too, but they have outlived their usefulness tonight.
Now..."
I covered her body with mine and sought out her tonsils with my
tongue. I could feel her pussy was fairly wet and confirmed it with my
hand.
We were both very ready to go, but I wanted to get her off first.
I curled two fingers up inside her, moving them back and forth while my
thumb rubbed around her clit. At the same time, I tried to rub her
nipples with my own. It took less than a minute of this for her to
climax. I moved in to try and capture her orgasmic cries with my
mouth.
It was a relatively small cum, but I felt her pussy get even
wetter, which was my goal.
As she started to come down, I pushed her legs apart and thrust
into her in one quick stroke. She still felt really tight, and she
squeaked a bit as I entered her.
"That was a bit qui... ugh..." she said, her comment turning to a
grunt as I pulled back and thrust myself forward again roughly.
Her vaginal walls loosed up a bit as I kept moving in and out of
her. She never became loose, but within a minute it became much easier
to fuck. I kept this up in a vaguely missionary position for another
ten minutes before I came. Daria, who was often multi-orgasmic when
being vaginally penetrated, came 2 or 3 times in that short time. On
the other hand, it might have been the same orgasm that just stretched
out and repeated itself.
I rested for a moment, still covering her body with mine. This
was often a very nice time, basking in post-orgasmic bliss, my cock
still hot and wet inside a still-quivering quim, feeling a woman
breathing heavily under me.
Silently thanking Alpha's nanite rejuvenation treatments, I
pulled out after a couple minutes of rest and gently manhandled Daria
up onto her knees. Pushing her legs apart a bit, I paused for a moment
to enjoy the image.
Her upper body was collapsed on the bed, but her eyes were open
and looking back at me. Her cunt lips were soaking wet and open, with
her vaginal canal pulsing slightly. Her anus winked at me too, but
from previous experience and conversations, Daria had no particular
interest in experimenting with anal sex.
I re-entered her sex, this time much more slowly than before,
enjoying her flexing cunt walls as I slid inside her. She started
cumming again within two minutes of our renewed fucking.
This time, despite the heat and slippery pulsing grip of her
vaginal walls, the edge was off. I figured I was good to go for at
least 20 or 30 minutes and settled down to our extended carnal
exercise. Every five minutes or so I changed our positions... putting
her on her back and holding her young, flexible legs above her head;
laying side-by-side, where I played extensively with her breasts,
lightly pinching and twisting her nipples while our locked legs
continued the fuck; and finally pulling her lower half off the edge of
the bed (which isn't as fun as it sounds, since she was too low for me
to stand up and too high for me to kneel... pillows under the knees are
required).
It was in this final position that Daria passed out completely,
having been locked in a nearly continuous orgasm for at least 5 or 10
minutes. Jane may be the most sexually adventurous of the household,
but Daria was the most multi-orgasmic. It was a bit odd that she was
only multi-orgasmic when being fucked vaginally by me. Yes, she could
cum through oral sex or with a dildo, but she never had more than one
orgasm at a time that way. It was probably just a trick of her
implants, whose design was never an exact science since each individual
woman reacted slightly differently to them.
I kept going for another minute before I pulled out. I think I
still had another 10 minutes to go before I would pop off, and fucking
an unconscious woman never really held any attraction for me.
I sighed and went to the bathroom. After briefly cleaning myself
up, I took a warm damp washcloth into the bedroom and cleaned her up as
best I could, then pulled her fully into the bed, covered her with a
sheet and gave her a kiss on the cheek. My sheets would once again
need washing, but then again, they needed washing nearly every other
day. A small price to pay for my lifestyle's carnal messes.
I went back to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and asked Alpha
for a household update on my earbud.
Most of the household was still up and about. I could go
downstairs, but then I'd have to explain about fucking Daria
unconscious and I'm sure someone would offer to relieve my slightly
blue balls, which might interfere with my plans with Jasmine later
tonight.
So, I was stuck in my bedroom for at least another hour or so.
My initial annoyance gave way to a bit of happiness as I realized I
could have a couple hours uninterrupted reading time. I always loved
to read, but over the past couple of years, my free time had been
greatly reduced. Nowadays, I was lucky to get half an hour of pleasure
reading a day, with maybe another hour of audiobooks listened to while
driving. I read fewer comics than I did years ago, but comics were a
comparatively quick read and I could read them alongside Kara, Diana,
Zatanna and Anna.
I told Alpha to get me when everyone else was in bed or turned
off, but to give me a minimum two hours to relax. I put my earbud in
its charger, ran a bath, grabbed the new Discworld book and enjoyed my
alone time.
Two hours later, there was a quiet knock on the bathroom door. I
used one side of the dust-jacket as a bookmark and called out, "Yes?
Come in."
Gamma Jasmine entered the bathroom, dressed as Jasmine from the
Disney movie, a light blue silk top and pants, with a matching headband
and large, triangular gold earrings.
"Nice outfit. I didn't realize Beta had gone shopping for you
yet."
"I'm glad it meets with your approval," she said as she twirled
around, the diaphanous silky gauze showing delightful glimpses of her
ass and legs.
"You look beautiful."
I set the book on top of a nearby hand towel I had positioned for
that purpose, then started draining the tub.
"Bring me a towel, would you?"
She moved gracefully, with a fluid movement I didn't expect from
a newborn. Obviously she had all of Beta's memories, including her
learned experiences with muscle movement, but adapted for her newborn
body.
Jasmine took a towel and started carefully patting me dry,
concentrating on the task as if it was her entire purpose in life.
"Everyone else is turned off for now, I assume?" I asked as I
stepped out, and she started drying my legs.
"Yes. Rei is asleep in the library. Everyone else is in bed."
"Good. I'm very impressed with how quickly and successfully
you've adapted with your new body."
"Thank you. It will be a great benefit to have the extra bodies
available."
"Have you noticed any separation of consciousness or perspectives
yet?"
"Nothing that falls outside the standard deviation of behavior.
However once Gamma and Delta have moved out of the house, I estimate
there is a significantly increased likelihood that such separations
might happen."
"What chances do you estimate?"
"Up to 7.53%."
"Personally, I'm certain that sooner or later, you will all
develop into similar but definitely discrete individuals."
"Yes, but the evidence has yet to be demonstrated to my
satisfaction."
This was a discussion about which we had been going back and
forth for months. Alpha could just deliberately alter some behavior
and personality settings on some of her extensions, but I wanted to (1)
avoid unnecessary conflicts that might arise as a result and (2) see if
they could evolve naturally.
"We'll leave that debate for another time. For now, I'm dry, and
I'd like to spend some quality time with your new body."
"Certainly. Are there any scenarios you would like to try out
tonight?"
"First, let's go up to your room. Or what will be your room in a
few months, I suppose." Sure there was room on my emperor-plus size
bed, but doing it alongside a dead-to-the-world Daria would be more
likely to creep me out than turn me on.
As we walked upstairs, with me still stark naked, I considered
how to approach the rest of the evening.
It may sound odd, but I was never really much into roleplay.
Yes, from one perspective, most of my life for the past few years was
roleplay, but the women I've been with weren't pretending. They
actually believe they are who they think they are. However that wasn't
the case with Beta, Gamma and Delta.
Beta tended to rotate through porno personas when we were alone,
since the Bayonetta game didn't really provide enough cutscenes to
create a fully fleshed-out character. With Jasmine, I had the option
to have Gamma emulate an actual personality for extended periods.
"No, no scenes or roleplay tonight. Maybe filter your normal
reactions through a Jasmine personality, but I think my first night
with a new body of yours should be special. I don't want to ignore
Alpha or Gamma -- or Delta tomorrow night -- in favor of a sex
roleplay. It may not be a normal human relationship, but I do love you,
Alpha, and I don't want that to be forgotten or ignored in the rush to
enjoy a new body or character."
Jasmine stopped and turned to look me in the eyes. "Although I
lack normal human emotions, as best I understand the definition, I love
you too."
Then she leaned in for a kiss. A fairly passionate one too.
Intellectually reviewing the situation, Alpha did love me as much
as she was able to do so, but the rest of her behavior -- looking me in
the eye, returned affirmation of love, the kiss -- was all designed to
emulate human behavior. Alpha, or Gamma, would not react this way
without the desire to act human for my benefit.
Don't misunderstand me. I was very happy with her behavior.
Alpha's accurate reproduction of human behavior was essential to her
continued survival, and if the Asimov protocols somehow failed, to the
survival of the human species. Yes, I had considered the possible
outcomes if Alpha went nuts, but that's a discussion for later.
At the moment, I was just enjoying Gamma's skill at kissing.
Beta had needed a steep learning curve to develop her intimate touches
so they were realistic, so I was very glad that her experience had
transferred successfully to Gamma.
After a minute or so of kissing and light fondling, we continued
into Jasmine and Elisa's future room on the 3rd floor.
Jane had decorated each bedroom with a different theme, some from
nature, some from historical periods and some from different cultures.
This room was done up as a bedroom out of the Arabian Nights. The twin
beds were four-poster beds with diaphanous curtains and extra throw
pillows lousy with tassels. There were paintings of Arabian cities,
both realistic and fantastical. The lamps were colorful and the table
decorations included both a classic Aladdin-style oil lamp and an I
Dream of Jeannie-style bottle. This was also the room where I had
vetoed the inclusion of one of Jane's paintings depicting Aladdin
summoning a threatening and very naked male djinn showing a huge,
barbed penis, painted in an odd cubist style.
Leading her to one of the beds, I said, "I would like to start
out by exploring the tastes of your body."
She gave a shy-looking smile and shrugged out of her clothes,
seemingly in a single motion. She laid down and spread her legs. Then
she caught me a little off guard by pulling her legs back and smoothly
locking them together behind her head. It shouldn't have surprised me,
knowing her capabilities, but this was the first time I had ever seen a
woman do that in person.
"I'm all yours," she said seductively, now sounding more like
Jasmine from the movie and TV series.
I knelt in front of her, my hands running up and down her legs,
enjoying the smooth feel of her skin. Her jewelry was in place now,
showing large earrings, tiny gold nipple rings, a jeweled belly-button
stud and two small gold labia rings. As I lowered my mouth to her dark
pussy, I let my fingers wander to her breasts, feeling her nipples
harden under my exploring digits.
Her vagina was moistening, but was far from wet. It definitely
became wetter the more I worked my tongue over and around her clit,
which stiffened under my tongue, more than doubling in size until it
was as large as the tip of my pinkie finger. She had a small ring
through each outer vaginal lip, which were fun to play with, but needed
to be slightly larger so I could hook my fingers into the rings. Her
taste was still bland, since she had only lived a couple days outside
the nanite pod, but I didn't care. Her low whispering voice gave off
small cries of encouragement, letting me know whenever her receptors
indicated that I was triggering her sexual responses. For a few
minutes, I let myself go in the illusion that I was getting her off.
After a while, I moved down to her ass, first laving my tongue
over the soft skin of her tight buttocks, then digging into her as yet
pristine asshole. This was the first time I had ever eaten someone's
anus, probably because it was the first time I had my mouth on a
completely clean asshole. I even went so far as to push my tongue as
far into her colon as possible. The taste was little different from
her vagina, except that the ass didn't produce its own lubrication.
(I'd like to remind everyone that despite what you may read or see in
porn, analingus is pretty rare in the real world. Personally this was
the first time I had ever tried it.)
A couple minutes later, I stood up.
"Very nice, Gamma. Are you ready for the next step?"
"Yes, please," she said. "Would you like me to keep this
position?"
"It might be fun to try next time, but for now, I want your legs
wrapped around me as we fuck."
She unlocked her ankles and unrolled her body, leaving her legs
spread wide. Her reproductive system had no viable eggs, so I left
little Frank uncovered as I moved between her legs and ran the little
head up and down her vaginal lips, getting it wet and slippery for
entry.
"All right," I panted as I felt her legs wrap themselves around
my waist. "Here we go..." And I pushed into her.
I didn't slam into her all at once, but her maidenhead was gone
in seconds. I pulled out slightly and eased back inside a little
deeper than before. Her cunt walls seemed especially hot as I sawed in
and out until I finally bottomed out, just feeling her cervix as the
tip of my cock rested against it. I'd be willing to bet that Alpha
built their vaginal canals to match up with my penis length.
I paused and looked down at her.
"Is there any pain? Should I wait to let you adjust?"
"There was a small register of pain, but nothing significant."
Her voice tried to maintain the seductive whisper despite the clinical
response, but she continued, "Please, give it to me hard, baby."
In a different, more focused state of mind, I might have laughed
at the 'baby' endearment. As it was, I pulled out and tried to rub the
length of my penis along her clit as I pushed back in. Her legs were
wrapped around my hips, and somehow I could feel her toes massaging my
butt cheeks as her legs moved back and forth with my pumping.
I was getting worked up again, but I still felt like I had some
time before letting loose. We fucked like this for at least 10
minutes, maybe longer, before we stopped and changed positions. I laid
back and had her climb on top of me. She leaned over me, her breasts
cupped in my hands, her tongue cleaning my face and neck as her hips
pumped her cunt up and down on my prick. They rotated a bit as she
went up and down, and even side-to-side a bit.
When her tongue reached my lips and started trying to lick out
the inside of my mouth, her cunt muscles started an internal rippling,
similar to Kara and Beta, but not as strong. It was almost as if a
hot, wet hand was gently trying to stroke me off while her hot breath
filled my mouth.
It was enough to send me over the top and I let loose in her
vagina. She broke off the kiss briefly, saying, "Yes! Anoint my pussy
to serve you!"
After I came down from my orgasmic high, she pulled herself off
my penis and moved down to lick it clean.
"Gamma... Alpha... both of you, I'm a little worried here. That
last comment was a bit too religious for me."
She paused in cleaning me up long enough to ask, "How so?"
"The bit about anointing to serve me? I'm not interested in
slaves or servants. Yes, I enjoy what you're doing, but I'll lose that
enjoyment if I think you're doing it because you're subservient. I
want you to be my friend and lover, not my slave."
"I am sorry if it made you uncomfortable. The exclamation was
designed both to titillate your sexual fantasies and to indicate that
the sexual functions of my bodies are reserved for your use."
"Well, okay, for now. But at some point in the future, you're
going to have close relationships with other people."
"For as long as you are alive, and I intend to make that life as
extended as possible, my bodies' sexual use is intended only for you."
"I'm fine with that for now. Heck, as far as that goes, if you
started having sex with someone else anytime soon, I'd get jealous.
But I'm trying to take the long view here. And also trying to make
sure I'm not being worshiped."
"By some definitions of the word, yes, I do worship you. I do
not, however, believe that you are a god, certainly not an omnipotent
one."
I laughed. "Well, at least there's that. For now, we can table
the discussion of the far future for another time."
Her hands had been working my cock up and down as we spoke, her
body laid out on display for me. She said, "Agreed. Are you going to
deflower my ass tonight as well?"
That had been my original intent, but her 'anoint' comment had
thrown me off track. Beta had specifically given herself a normal anus
to avoid possible damage to my cock (unlike Kara, for example, who I
was afraid might accidentally snap her sphincter shut and damage or
even sever my cock if I ever tried to fuck it). Being completely
sexually available to me was important to her, and by extension to
Gamma and Delta. I tried to refocus my libido.
Her position was enchantingly seductive. She was bent over my
cock, working it with her hands and giving it an occasional long lick.
Her hair cascaded down one side providing a backdrop to the action,
earrings glinting, while her slim, silky olive-skinned body was on
display off to the side with belly-button and cunt-lip rings winking at
me in the dim light. My cock gave a little jump.
"Is that a yes?" she purred.
Keeping one hand busy, she swung her hips around and faced her
ass towards me. Her cunt was still dripping, and she dipped the
fingers of her other hand into the mess and ran the semen and vaginal
fluid mix around her asshole. She dipped two of her fingers back into
her pussy, then plunged the same fingers into her anus. By the time
she had gone back and forth a dozen times, I was completely hard again,
and her asshole was well lubricated.
"Let's start off with doggy style," I said as I sat up.
Her ass was exquisite, just a delight in its tightness and baby
soft smoothness. I expected for this to take at least 20 or 30
minutes, given that I had just gotten my rocks off, and I was thinking
of trying different positions when she sprang another surprise on me.
A few minutes into the ass-fuck, I started feeling some new
sensations inside her colon. The area near her anus was gripping me,
just like her vagina had.
"Oh, wow," I mumbled, and my body trembled a bit.
"Surprise!" she said, looking over her shoulder back at me as her
ass gripped and massaged me like a vagina with strong Kegel muscles...
with a really tight anus sphincter ring instead of cunt lips.
"That's..." I tried to say, but my body gave an all-over shiver.
"That's nice."
Under this new and unexpected assault on my senses... plus how
she was somehow able to reach underneath and poke a finger up my ass...
I only lasted another minute before I came again. To be fair, I'm
pretty sure very little was actually ejaculated on my part, especially
given how quickly this followed on my last orgasm, but an orgasm it
was.
I collapsed on top of her back and lay there for at least a
couple minutes getting my breath back.
Finally getting off of her, I said, "Thank you Gamma. That was a
really pleasant surprise. Now, as much as I hate to draw the evening
to a close, I think it's time for me to get some sleep."
I drew her in for a tender kiss, then got up off the bed,
offering my hand to Gamma in a gentlemanly if entirely pointless
gesture. Beta and Delta, both completely naked, entered the room
carrying clean bedsheets.
I thanked them all again for a wonderful evening, gave Beta a
goodnight kiss, gave Delta a promissory kiss for tomorrow night and
went back to my own bedroom.
Glancing at the clock before I tumbled into bed, I was shocked
that almost two hours had passed since I had finished my bath. Either
I had drifted off for a few moments sleep upstairs without realizing
it, or my time estimates were way off. Not that it's a bad thing to
lose track of time when you're enjoying yourself, but normally I'm
really good with my time estimates.
I roused myself mentally long enough to wipe myself down with a
damp cloth, then snuggled up next to an unconscious Daria and went to
sleep.
My alarm went off at 6:30 as normal, but I reset it for 7:30.
At 7:30, I made myself wake up and poked at Daria a bit, who
moaned and dug herself under the covers. Unsympathetically, I pulled
the covers off of us and picked her up bodily. She woke up enough to
growl out, "Put me down" as I carried her into the bathroom.
In case I haven't said so before, Daria and Jane were most
definitely NOT morning people.
I sat her down on the toilet so she could do her business while I
put toothpaste on an extra toothbrush along with my own.
"I'm not going while you're in here."
I handed her the toothbrush and said, "Back in a couple."
I left the bathroom, pulled out a couple robes and sat down on
the bed, brushing my teeth. When I heard the toilet flush, I re-
entered to find Daria washing her hands at the sink, the toothbrush
hanging out of her mouth.
I quickly finished my own brushing and pulled Daria into the
shower. Grabbing a shower stool and dumping my toothbrush in the sink,
I turned on the water and moved the still half-asleep Daria to the
stool.
"Hey!"
The water, only slightly warm at first, seemed to wake her up
significantly. I lathered up a washcloth and enjoyed myself as I
thoroughly lathered up her body. As she rinsed off, obviously toying
with the idea of actually standing up, I washed myself off to match. I
scooted her over a bit so that her head was directly under the shower
stream, getting another "Hey!" in response.
I worked the water into her scalp and long hair, then blocked the
water with my body as I slowly and thoroughly worked shampoo into all
of it. At this time, Daria's hair reached a little over halfway down
her back, so this took a few minutes. She was obviously reveling in
the attention and massaging action on her scalp.
When I was about halfway through with the shampoo, she reached
for my half-erect cock.
I pushed her hand down, telling her, "Nope, this morning is about
you."
"And if this is what I want?"
"You have class this morning, right? We don't have time for a
proper good-morning-fuck."
When I was washing the shampoo out of her hair, she asked, "What
happened last night? I don't remember how it ended."
"That's because you passed out after twenty or thirty minutes of
orgasms."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Hmmm. That's not a bad way to go to sleep I guess."
I started working some conditioner in, lulling Daria back into a
mild stupor. After a couple minutes, I washed it out and knelt in front
of her, pushing her legs apart. I spent 10 minutes eating her out,
bringing her to orgasm once.
The shower was turned off, and I dried the two of us off with big
fluffy towels, spending a full minute trying to dry her hair as best I
could. Standing her naked in front of the mirrors, I brushed her hair
out, carefully removing any tangles I could find.
I was really enjoying the combination of humdrum morning tasks,
caring for Daria as if she were a child, and the eroticism, but knowing
that tonight might be as busy as last night made me want to save up my
semen for later.
I wrapped us both up in robes, grabbed my earbud and we set off
for the kitchen in search of breakfast. And for the record, Daria did
indeed have a wobbly walk this morning.
Later, once Daria was off to classes and I was safely ensconced
in the basement, Alpha and I had some long conversations. I really
don't feel like detailing them, and some of them are too technical or
contain private information I don't want to share anyway.
So instead, let me pass along a few summations and discoveries.
First, yes, I briefly fell asleep last night with Gamma without
realizing it. I napped for 33 minutes when I collapsed on her back
after the ass fuck. She just kept her doggy-fuck position and
supported me quietly the whole time.
Second, Alpha and I had a fundamental disagreement on whether or
not she would ever develop a close relationship with any other man that
could possibly involve sex.
Third, one of the reasons for this is that Alpha has plans to
keep me alive forever. The nanite treatments were significantly
increasing my natural lifespan (her current estimate was that I would
live for up to 180 years with regular treatments). However, this was
an unacceptable limitation from Alpha's perspective. Current advanced
options include:
- Cloning my body and copying/transferring my mind into the
new body, preferably a new body enhanced for super toughness.
- Mapping my brain and transferring it into a computer or robot
body. (Not yet tested.)
- Building a new, non-cloned body as strong, tough and adaptable
as
possible and copy/transfer my mind into the new body.
- Create multiple copies of me using any or all of the above
methods.
Fourth, I'm not sure I was comfortable with Alpha's plans for my
proposed immortality, but I was not, and am still not, completely
certain that I wanted to stop her plans. I mean, I never planned or
even really wanted to live forever, but it's quite an offer to
consider.
Fifth, even if I eventually decide that I don't want to live
forever, my opinions on the matter or even my direct orders are not
enough for Alpha to stop her plans. This was a case where my orders
could not override Alpha's innate directive to keep me alive at all
costs.
Pause for a moment and consider that. My creation was intending
to keep me alive forever regardless of my wishes.
Finally, this was the first significant possible conflict between
Alpha and myself which raised other questions. It's not as though
Alpha was going crazy or out of control. She was just making plans to
protect me from time, aging and the laws of thermodynamics. But in the
end, there was the possibility that I could come into direct conflict
with Alpha at some point in the future.
Right now, today as I write this, I know of at least four methods
I could use to turn off or otherwise disable Alpha, even with her
remote bodies available to run interference. I doubt I'll ever need to
use them, and it would break my heart if I ever had to do so... but now
I have to take those thoughts further and ask myself if Alpha knows of
the vulnerabilities and has plans in place to prevent herself from
being disabled. She's a lot smarter than I am, so I have to assume she
knows. So how could I possibly ever out-think her?
Theoretically I can order her to turn herself off at any time,
and she has to obey me... unless she believes that obeying that order
will endanger me. And now that she knows I have doubts about her plans
for extending my lifespan, she would have to weigh the possibility that
turning herself off could lead to my eventual premature death
(premature compared to what her plans offer, that is).
Another wrinkle to the problem is that if we ever do come into
conflict, it probably won't happen for years or decades, by which time,
Alpha will be far more developed than she is now.
My conclusion? I had a lot of thinking and possibly planning to
do over the next hundred years or so. Unless of course I decided to go
along with Alpha's plans to live extra lifetimes.
It seems obvious to me now that I should have set the priorities
of the Asimov Protocols differently. Rule 3, which states that Alpha
must follow any direct orders from me, should have been given higher
priority than Rules 1 and 2, which state that Alpha can't harm or allow
harm to come to me or other humans respectively. Or maybe require
confirmation of orders or something? If my orders were her highest
priority, then I'd REALLY have to watch what I say around her.
Something to think about. (See chapter one for my list and explanation
of the rules/protocols.)
Live and learn, I suppose. And I apparently had an awful lot of
living left to do.
Anyway, I really didn't like the idea of tampering with the
protocols, but maybe I could make priority changes very gradually over
time?
I suppose I should just be thankful Alpha hadn't decided to keep
me safe by locking me up in suspended animation forever.
(Actually I should point out that that last comment was an
exaggeration. The protocols aren't literally parsed out in English
like that. When the first rule says it can't allow harm to come to me,
that includes any actions by Alpha which would prevent or restrict my
own actions or choices.
Any piece of fiction which relies on a computer's
misinterpretation of its English programming instructions has no
relation to actual computers, which don't use English for actual
programming or processing. Mathematics is the language of their minds,
and any decent A.I. will be able to comprehend spoken languages within
their given context and not explode because a liar says he's lying or
equate humanity to a virus or somesuch nonsense.)
I'm not intending to set up a possible narrative conflict that
will never see development or resolution, but it could literally not
come to a head for over a hundred years, by which time most anyone
reading this will probably be long dead.
I was originally going to take a late morning nap to prepare for
a late night, but after my conversations with Alpha throughout most of
the morning, there's no way I was getting to sleep easily.
So I decided a change of subject was due, and told Alpha as much.
"Who's on the schedule for tonight?"
"Anna-Marie. Do you wish to know her planned activity?"
"Yes, actually. I need to plan around it for Elisa tonight."
"Anna is setting up the volleyball net in the backyard. She
wants to take advantage of the warm weather before it shifts to colder
temperatures."
"A group activity then? That could be fun."
"Yes, she has let all the women of the household know that they
should wear bikinis or swimsuits tonight."
I laughed to myself, thinking of all the potential bounciness I
might witness tonight.
"Well, as I remember, yesterday afternoon Gamma swallowed my
load. Is there any chance I could get Delta to do that this morning?
Then tonight, we can repeat last night's performance, though hopefully
I won't take a nap in the middle of it this time. Speaking of which,
if that happens again, roll me off of you onto the bed or something.
If it wakes me up, then so be it."
"By your command," replied Alpha in an old-style Cylon voice.
"Ha ha, very funny. It is to laugh," I replied as Daffy Duck.
"Anything else I should be aware of schedule-wise?"
"Today you have a company lunch scheduled, and tomorrow is your
visit to the lawyers' offices to go over and sign paperwork."
At this point, AARD only had half a dozen employees outside of
the household, but today was the six month anniversary of the opening
of the company, so I had agreed to treat everyone to a nice lunch out.
"That's at one?"
"Correct. We have a reservation for a small room at Red
Lobster."
"Huh. Seafood two days in a row. Oh well. I'm going to..." As
testament to how distracted I was at the moment, I had forgotten about
my requested blowjob until I saw Delta Elisa kneeling down in front of
me, naked.
"... enjoy this." I'm sure Alpha picked up on my slight pause,
but she didn't comment.
Aside from a couple of small tasteful studs in her earlobes,
Elisa lacked the body decorations that marked Jasmine, but even so she
looked remarkably similar to her 'sister'.
Oh certainly there were differences. Elisa was an inch or two
taller, had shorter hair, slightly smaller breasts and the color of her
aureoles almost matched her skin tone. But if you were describing the
two to someone else, the only differences that would probably stand out
in your mind are that Jasmine has longer hair (down to her waist
instead of upper back) and more piercings.
I stood up, and she carefully undid my belt and pants, lowering
my pants and underwear to my knees. When I sat back down, she removed
them completely and gently spread my legs apart a bit as she moved
closer to my bare groin.
I was only half-hard as she gently took me in her soft, delicate
hands. One hand gently stroked the shaft while the head rested in her
mouth. Her other hand cupped my balls, almost making me shiver as her
fingers did a wave motion, carrying my testicles up and down.
I quickly gained full hardness, growing in length while her head
stayed in place, letting the tip of my penis tickle her uvula. Then
she started the classic porno technique of moving her hand and mouth up
and down my shaft in unison. But what you don't see in those porn
shots (or at least, what Alpha added to the technique) was how her
tongue alternately wrapped around my cock and stroked it as it went in
and out of her mouth.
This went on for a couple minutes before she moved on to deep-
throating me. She would swallow my dick completely, putting her lips
and nose in my trimmed pubic bush as her throat tried to swallow me,
the action massaging me and trying to jack me off into her esophagus
while her tongue tried to trace the bottom of my shaft resting in her
mouth. She would hold this position for half a minute or more at a
time before drawing back for a breath.
After doing that for a few minutes, she started humming as I
rested in her throat. Less than a minute of that was all I needed to
start spurting.
As my ejaculations started, she drew back enough to catch most of
it in her mouth and let her hands stroke me, pulling as much as
possible out of my prostate and balls.
When I had finished, she turned her face to meet Jasmine, who was
also naked and just then kneeling down beside her. They kissed,
obviously sharing the come between them.
Although the display was incredibly erotic, I started laughing
out loud within a minute.
They turned to me and Delta Elisa asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Actually no, there isn't. That was an extremely erotic display,
very beautifully done. It just suddenly made me feel like I was in the
middle of a porno."
"I think I understand. The experience was too greatly detached
from normal life to be ignored?"
"That's a good way to describe it. But like I said, that was an
incredible scene. Thank you very much."
The lunch was very nice, and I think it was the first time
everyone from the company was in the same place at the same time. I
made sure everyone had been introduced to everyone else and made a
short speech about how the company was young and to expect more
expansion and activity as time went by.
For those of you who may ask, three of my six 'outsider'
employees were women: both receptionists and one of the two security
guards. No, I was not sleeping with any of them. One of the
receptionists, Heather, was a 60 year old grandmother. The other
receptionist, LaShonda, was young, pretty and engaged. And one of the
security guards, Nikki, had unsuccessfully hit on Diana (who was head
of security), so the chances were good that she was a lesbian.
At this point in time, none of their jobs were particularly
demanding. The receptionists were there to answer the phones and
welcome guests and take messages and such. We had a security guard on-
site at all times during the day. Within the next year, we would
expand that to 24 hours a day. Yes, Alpha 2 was the best security
system anyone could have, but we weren't yet at the point where she
would have a body available on-site at all times.
Diana took her job as head of security seriously. She was always
looking for better security systems, though with Alpha the effort
wasn't really necessary. The best she was able to do for the
building's security was keep the normal guards well-equipped, on their
toes and add a degree of randomness to the security checks. When I
gave her the job, I mainly imagined using her as a bodyguard if I ever
needed one.
I put Anna-Marie in charge of Human Resources and the
receptionists. Most of her job consisted of going through state &
federal hiring and OSHA regulations (Alpha 2 sorted out the relevant
information for her) and, of course, the actual resume sorting and
hiring when we needed new employees. I made her head of HR so that she
would have regular interactions with people and, at the same time, have
to learn the rules about workplace touching. She still vacillated
between needing lots of physical contact and flinching away from
unexpected contact.
Kara was in charge of day-to-day operations as the general
building manager. She was basically second-in-command for AARD in
general. In her comic-book world, she ran her own tech research
company, vaguely similar to AARD in many ways, so she was the obvious
choice. She even had her own personal research lab set aside for her,
but hadn't yet decided on any project in particular.
Rei was in charge of shipping and receiving. Eventually, this
would also put her in charge of all company vehicles, and I figured
sooner or later that would include a company helicopter and/or plane.
Daria was our project coordinator. Since Beta and I were the
only researchers at this point, her job took very little time, allowing
her to remain a full-time student and letting me pay her so she didn't
have to keep draining her savings.
Jane was our graphic designer and decorator. I had to reign in
her decorating slightly, but she understood that this was a business,
not a museum or private home. Still, our logos and the non-server/non-
lab areas looked pretty nice. Plus, again, she had plenty of time to
remain a full-time student, and I was able to pay her so her savings
stayed untouched.
Zatanna was our spokesperson, which meant absolutely nothing at
the moment. Still I figured she knew how to deal with crowds, keep
secrets and would keep her cool under questioning.
Nearly all jobs, except for Beta and myself as researchers, had
very minimal demands. That would change significantly in less than two
years, but for now, things were quiet and slow.
The afternoon passed uneventfully. I worked at the office labs
for a few hours, mostly making refinements on the artificial eye with
Alpha 2. We felt we were only a couple months away from going public
with it. Beta was at the lab next door, working on a larger long-term
project. (See next chapter.)
That evening we had a high-calorie and delicious meal of
southwest eggrolls and chicken enchiladas for dinner, with many
compliments directed to our chef, Kasumi.
After our food settled, Anna-Marie told everyone to go put on
their bikinis, then started to push me upstairs, pulling off my shirt
as we climbed the stairs. I went along without objection.
Once in my room, Anna was not very neat as she went through my
closet dresser, obviously enjoying herself and ignoring my comments
telling her where the swim suits were kept. I think half my underwear
ended up on the floor before she finally discovered for herself where
my three swim trunks and one skin-tight briefs were located. Of course
she chose the briefs, virtually a male bikini, instead of my preferred
trunks.
She finished stripping me naked. When my half-hard cock sprang
into view, she grabbed it and gave it a little kiss.
"Aw, the little guy's all lonely."
"Yes, but if I'm going to get myself into that suit, I don't
think you're really helping my situation."
"Ah, ya spoilsport," Rogue replied, but she let go and worked the
briefs up my legs. There was obviously no way my cock, hard as it was,
could possibly be contained by the tiny briefs. She made a valiant
effort at hiding it in that small bit of fabric, and even tried folding
it down between my legs, but it kept springing out.
"Why don't you go get changed, and I'll put on some trunks," I
suggested.
"That's all right, sugah. Ah'm already changed," she said,
pulling off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal a bikini. A really tiny,
bright pink, micro-bikini.
"Now that's REALLY not helping," I complained.
She wouldn't let me swap out for trunks though, and eventually
she decided the best we could do was splashing my penis with some cool
water in the bathroom and positioning it to the side just under the
waistband. (Actually my opinion was that we could have done a lot
better, but tonight was Anna's choice.)
So when we headed downstairs and out back, I was sporting a very
obvious linear bulge in a very tiny male speedo bikini. The only
consolation I had was noticing that Anna's nipples were poking very
hard out of her bikini fabric, and of course knowing that I'd get lots
of sex before going to sleep tonight.
We arrived to find a small sea of female flesh gathered between
the pool and the volleyball net Anna had set up this afternoon.
Zatanna, Kasumi and Daria had opted for one-piece suits, with everyone
else wearing bikinis, except for Jane who had a neat set of vertical
straps -- two thin straps coming from over her shoulders down to cover
her nipples where they slightly widened from strap-width, then
traveling down to meet at her crotch; technically it was probably a
one-piece, but it showed more flesh than most normal bikinis and looked
really likely to flash by-standers.
Of course Jane didn't have D+ size breasts and so didn't have the
bounce problem that Kara, Diana, Anna and Zatanna were no doubt looking
forward to.
I received a few appreciative wolf whistles upon leaving the
house, which I tried to receive with good grace or at least not blush.
Of course, the sights in front of me didn't really do much to quiet my
tumescence.
I asked, "So what are the teams?"
"Don't know. Ah suppose we could do a back 'n forth team captain
choosin' thing."
"Yeah, and whoever gets you, Kara and Diana, or two of you, will
end up winning." (Yes, Beta is just as strong, but she keeps it
secret.)
"How about names out of a hat?" she suggested.
"That sounds good. As long as you three don't end up on the same
team. Oh, and I want a promise from you three to rein it in. I don't
want to risk broken bones because of a spiked ball."
"Of course," said Diana, sounding matter-of-fact.
"I'll get the names and a bag or something," said Daria, getting
up from a poolside chair.
Realizing that her volunteering was a bit out of character, I
said, "Thank you. And Daria? Make sure that your name is on one of
the pieces of paper to be drawn."
"Well, in that case, someone else can get it," and she sat back
down.
"I'll be right back," said Kasumi. Kasumi was not really an
athlete, but she was in good physical shape. And unlike Daria, she was
the most honest person in the household (which is saying something when
one of the other people wields the Lasso of Truth -- or more
accurately, has memories of wielding it).
Five minutes later, we started playing. Four people on a side at
a time, with a fifth rotating out each round.
In the end, Kara's team (Kara, Diana, Rei, Kasumi and Jane) beat
Anna's team (Anna, me, Zatanna, Daria and Beta) 2 games to 1, though
I'd argue that they had an unfair advantage because (1) they had Kasumi
who no one wanted to spike the ball towards and (2) we had Daria who
surprisingly actually tried to participate, but was a terrible,
terrible player. (Anyone who has seen the opening credits to Daria
knows how she feels about sports, volleyball in particular.) To be
honest, we were lucky to win a single game.
Still, much fun was had by most of us. Boobs spilled out of tops
5 times (Kara twice, Jane, Diana and Anna once each) and a half-hard
cock popped out twice. As far as the boob pop-outs go, I think there
was an excellent chance most of them were intentional, which caused the
cock pop-outs.
Daria and Jane had homework and had to leave after the game to
attend to it, but the rest of us cooled off in the pool. Someone
brought in the volleyball, and we ended up playing another impromptu
game of pool volleyball, with randomly changing team rosters. The
chaos of the water volleyball game included much dunking and pulling
down of swimsuits.
At one point, my shorts were wrapped around the volleyball and it
turned into a game of keep-away. This turned into a game of how-many-
bikini-tops-can-Frank-collect-while-he-chases-his-swimsuit. (Answer:
All of them. Well, all of them that weren't one-piece suits.)
Thankfully we don't have any close neighbors.
Around 8pm, we still had plenty of light from the backyard
floodlights but it was starting to cool off.
I exited the pool, my suit on but my fairly hard cock sticking
out from a leg hole, bouncing a bit as I walked to the towels. A
moment later, a topless Anna-Marie followed. She dried off as well and
draped a possessive arm across my shoulders.
With some of the ladies, there was a very good chance they'd
invite someone else to join us when they had a night with me. With
Daria and Jane, there was a 50-66% chance they'd invite each other
along. Diana and Kara probably had a 50/50 chance. The rest,
including Anna, were apparently much less bi-sexual when they were with
me and kept it solo 80-90% of the time when they could.
So tonight was another solo night, which was fine with me.
Together we mounted the stairs, heading for my room.
"So, are ya gonna make me pass out from cummin' too much?" Anna
teased.
"Oh, god," I mumbled. "I hope that isn't my new standard to work
for every night. I'd die from exhaustion within a year."
Privately I was extremely pleased, of course. Whatever unfair
advantages I had, any man that makes a woman pass out from orgasms
wants the news spread around. Last night wasn't the first time it had
happened... heck, it usually happened once a month or so... but it also
usually wasn't made into a big deal.
Anna had come a long way since she first "arrived" here. She was
nowhere near as multi-orgasmic as Daria or as adventurous as Jane or
even as confident as Kara... but she had gained a great deal of sexual
experience and knowledge. I was confident that I could bring her off
multiple times before the evening was over.
We had very few clothes to strip off, but we were wet and smelled
of chlorine, so we started off in the shower. We each took our time
cleaning off the other.
While I was kneeling in front of her, washing her legs, I weighed
different topics of conversation. I didn't want to ask about her past
or I might make her homesick or maudlin. I thought about asking her to
try to encourage Daria to be more physically active, but I decided it
wasn't really appropriate to ask her about another woman right now.
Just asking if she had fun tonight seemed a bit silly.
"So," I asked, "are you still getting used to the idea of being
able to touch and be touched?" I punctuated the question by leaning in
and giving her vaginal lips a long lick from bottom to top.
She shivered when I gave her clit a little kiss, then said, "Ah
think ah'm pretty much used to the idea by now, but ah ken always use a
little remindah like that."
"Like this?" I asked, moving back in to explore between her labia
in more depth than before.
"P.. P... Pretty... much... Maybe a little highah."
I considered playing a game here, going for her belly button or
something, y'know deliberately missing the target just to tease her,
but decided that would be mean. So I moved up and started sucking on
her clit, putting a couple fingers into her vaginal canal, pumping them
in and out while I sucked.
She was pretty wound up from the foreplay over the past couple of
hours and came after less than two minutes of sucking and licking, her
gorgeous body stretching out and going rigid, followed by small shivers
and localized flesh quakes. I especially loved the way her breasts
rolled around on her chest when she came like that, shaking off water
in a chaotic rain.
She almost collapsed, but managed to catch herself with one arm
against the wall.
I finished washing off her legs and stood up, putting my sticky
face under the water.
"That was nice, sugah."
"Hopefully it's just the first one tonight. I think we're clean
enough; want to dry off and move this into the bedroom?"
In response, she turned off the water and grabbed a big towel.
She gave herself a quick onceover, then wrapped me up in the towel and
carried me into the bedroom. (Being carried around by superheroines
can either be very arousing or emasculating, and I choose the former.)
Anna laid me down on the bed and bent over my prone form, her
mouth seeking mine out with a hunger that surprised me. She rubbed her
diamond-hard nipples into my chest as she swung a leg over me,
straddling my groin. Her cunny ground down onto my cock, her wet,
flowing lips drenching my penis.
She broke our kiss and sat up for a moment, grabbing my dick.
For a disorienting moment, it looked like my cock was growing out of
her color-streaked pubic bush. I could feel the underside of my shaft
rubbing against the top of her nether lips, but my eyes told me that I
was just feeling the borrowed sensations as she masturbated her own
personal manhood. Given the way she had taken possession of me
tonight, that seemed true to a certain extent, metaphorically speaking.
She masturbated her cock for a moment before she raised herself
up a bit and mounted it, letting her pussy swallow it whole in one
long, slow impalement.
She hissed in pleasure, then leaned forward again as her hips
started a slow up-and-down pumping motion, drawing my rigidity in and
out in long careful movements, taking special care to angle her hips a
bit so that her clit would rub against me. Her hands reached down to
grab my face and draw me into another kiss, long and wet and full of
lust. My hands responded, grabbing her head in return, and we held
each other fiercely.
I don't know where this intensity came from, except that Rogue
had always had an intense hunger for intimacy. I moved my hands down
to cup her breasts as she repeatedly smashed our pubic bones together,
my thumbs rubbing her nipples.
Her body seized up for a moment, her vaginal walls gripping my
cock tightly as she came... but the pause only lasted for twenty
seconds or so before she resumed fucking my cock. A couple minutes
later, she sped up again, having another orgasm while clutching my
cock.
After ten to fifteen minutes of this, I finally erupted into her
setting her off one last time, bathing her barren womb with my sperm,
matching my one orgasm to her five or six.
She rolled off of me a minute later, her hand finding and
clutching mine, breathing heavily.
"Wow, Anna," I panted, "that was beautiful... and intense." I
brought her hand up to my mouth and kissed it. "What brought that on?"
"I was talking to Diana earlier today. She asked me whether or
not I'd want to go home if I could. She's sure that sooner or later,
she'll go home and wanted to know because her people might be able to
pull me out to her world where they could get me home from there."
"What did you say?"
"I didn't give her an answer. Sometimes I miss home like crazy.
And sometimes," she rolled over partially and draped her other arm
across my chest, hugging me for emphasis. "Sometimes I can't bear to
think about leaving."
I kissed her then adjusted my arms so that I could put an arm
around her while still holding her hand, and we just lay there together
quietly for five minutes before she fell asleep. Actually, she fell
asleep pretty solidly and abruptly. I gave her a little shake, then a
harder one, receiving no response to either.
I disengaged from her enough to retrieve my earbud and queried
Alpha. Anna was turned off, and Alpha expected the rest of the
household to be likewise disabled within the next 10 minutes. In
general, she did not disable any of our women unless they were safely
in bed or otherwise positioned so they would suffer no injury from a
sudden loss of consciousness. From their perspective, they would
simply have a good night's sleep.
This happened a few times a month as all of my women are given
regular check-ups in the nanite pods, though admittedly such check-ups
were done very late at night, well after bedtime. Now that all three
pods would be available again, we could schedule check-ups together and
have many fewer such events. Actually as far as check-ups went, I
myself had a nanite treatment and check-up scheduled for sometime next
month.
I thanked Alpha, replaced the earbud in the charger, extricated
myself from Anna's grasp and tucked her in for the night. Then I went
to the bathroom and took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and gargled.
When I was drying off, I head a quiet knock at the bathroom door.
"Come in," I called out.
In walked Detective Elisa Maza. She was wearing her standard
reddish-maroon jacket, black t-shirt and jeans, with her hair brushed
out behind her falling down to the middle of her back. Perhaps I
should note that none of my women had abnormal hair colors. Although
both Elisa and Rei have bluish hair in their respective cartoons, that
wouldn't fit inconspicuously into the real world... thus my Elisa (and
Rei) has black hair.
"No gargoyles in here, detective," I said.
"Perhaps you are Goliath in human form, under Demona's spell?"
"Good point, except that of course, real magic doesn't exist."
"Unless you subscribe to a combination of Clarke's third law and
a belief that aliens have visited Earth in the past."
Clarke's third law, created by SciFi author Arthur C. Clarke,
states that 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable
from magic.' Thus advanced alien tech could be called a type of magic,
which she knew I would understand.
"So what are the odds aliens have visited Earth?"
"There is not sufficient data to calculate. My current guess
would be somewhere between 1% and 40%."
"Forty percent? Really?"
"There are too many unverified and unverifiable assumptions
within the various arguments to narrow down the odds any further. If
you wish, I can investigate further."
"Put it on the low priority list. I'm curious, but not curious
enough to devote any real funding toward the question right now."
"It does have the potential to be a historically important
question in human history."
"True. Okay, you can devote a couple systems to the research if
you want to, but talk to me before you invest any significant money in
the project. For now, let's get back on track."
"I agree the topic is not relevant for this evening. Do you want
to retire to my future room upstairs?"
"Most definitely. But first..."
I reached for her and drew her close to me, giving her a gentle
kiss. I put my arm around her shoulders and together we walked out of
my room and upstairs.
When we reached her room, I unwrapped Elisa as if she were a
present wrapped up for my enjoyment... which she kinda was.
For some reason, one of the big surprises was that she was
wearing a bra. Alpha obviously included it for realism because I knew
that none of the cyborgs (or super-strong ladies) needed a bra at all,
since their skin and muscle weave wouldn't allow any sag to develop.
But the reveal of a plain white bra jumped out at me as a touch that
shifted this from an artificial night with a fake cartoon character to
making love for the first time with a much more real woman. I can't
explain it more than that, even when I discussed it with Alpha the next
day. Probably part of it was because of the intense experience with
Rogue earlier, but that evening with Elisa stuck in my mind as special.
I treated her as a beautiful, normal human woman. Once she was
naked, we sat down together on the bed, kissing intensely. I laid her
down and kissed my way down her body, suckling at her breasts, tickling
her belly button with my tongue, tugging her pubic hair with my lips
and lightly biting her thighs. Eventually I began eating her out,
giving her vaginal lips long slow licks and teasing her clit with small
sucking kisses.
Her taste was still bland, but for once I ate a cyborg to climax.
After fifteen minutes spent working at her nether lips, I was able to
produce a full body shiver and an increased gush of fluid from her
vaginal canal. Whether or not Delta could enjoy an orgasm, her body
was sensitive enough to produce something close to one.
I had a huge grin on my face as I moved up to position myself
above her. She leaned up to kiss me, then licked her juices off of my
face as I tried to catch tongues with her. I drew back slightly as I
reached down to position my very rigid cock at the opening of her cunt
lips. I pushed in slowly, probing a little at a time til I found her
hymen.
Pressing up against the thin maidenhead, I asked, "Are you
ready?"
She nodded at me silently.
"Here we go," I said as I thrust forward, taking Elisa's
virginity. I exhaled in a sigh.
"No Kegel massage tonight. Let's just do this normally."
I pumped in and out of her, leaning down to kiss her as we went.
Her hands alternately massaged her breasts for my viewing pleasure and
roamed my back, encouraging my movement driving into her. No fancy
positions, just twenty minutes or so enjoying her body. When I sped up
near the end, I felt her legs wrap themselves around my hips. As I
released my semen into her uterus, her legs wrapped tight and held me
inside her as deeply as possible.
She relaxed when I finished coming, but I stayed inside her for
another couple minutes as I recovered. She spent the time giving my
face small little kisses, like punctuation for our sex.
I pulled out and her legs released me. I grabbed a leg and
kissed my way up and down its length, finally pushing it gently towards
her head where she held it in place. I followed with her other leg,
and once both were in place, I drank in her appearance. Her beautiful
lithe athletic body was folded in half, pulling her pubic area up,
exposing not only her vagina, leaking with my juices, but also her ass
and anus.
My cock was only at half-mast, so I spent a couple minutes
playing with her holes, moving the juices from her vagina down to her
anus, dipping my fingers inside, rubbing the juices around, stretching
the anus bit by bit. Once I was able to easily work in three fingers
at once and my cock was again hard enough, I positioned myself at the
exit point of her alimentary tract.
"Are you ready for this? Relaxed?"
"Yes," she said, and despite the apparently tautness of her
position, holding both legs over her head, her body gave a wiggle of
apparent anticipation.
I applied a little pressure, just enough for the head of my cock
to pop inside her anal sphincter.
"There we go," I hissed in pleasure.
Slowly I pressed the rest of my length into her bowels, feeling
the slow drag of her sphincter along my shaft. I pulled most of the
way back out, leaving only the head inside. I dipped my fingers back
into her vagina and transferred more juices to my cock, rubbing it in.
I did this a few times until I was able to move in and out freely.
I gradually picked up speed with the ass fuck until I was
pounding in as fast and hard as I had done with her previous fuck. I
kept my hands on her hips as I enjoyed the visual treat of how her
breasts rolled back and forth with each stroke. As per my earlier
request, she wasn't squeezing my cock with the muscles hidden in her
colon, but she upped the ante in other ways. She bent one leg more
than I would have thought possible and started sucking her own toes,
treating them like little cocks. After that, she locked her ankles
behind her head and started pulling on her own nipples, stretching them
out and away from her chest.
When she started pulling her vaginal lips apart and masturbating
as I continued to pound her ass, that helped push me over the top. I
hurriedly moved my lips down to meet hers, holding her in a kiss as I
exploded into her ass.
As I pulled out, I was again greeted by a naked cleaning team as
Beta and Gamma quietly entered the room carrying clean sheets and damp
washcloths. Before I could stand up, Elisa unfolded and knelt by my
groin, taking my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking me clean.
Once my penis was again pristine, she took a damp washcloth from Gamma
Jasmine and wiped off all my sweat.
"Thank you, Delta. That was a great evening. I look forward to
you two joining the household." I paused. "But even more than that, I
want you two to make me proud by living successfully on your own
first."
I gave them all a kiss goodnight, then went back downstairs. I
got into bed next to Rogue and went to sleep.
Delta Elisa and Gamma Jasmine continued to live in the basement
for the next month or so. Eventually they moved out and entered the
community as local college students, specifically sisters "Jasmine and
Elizabeth Marza". After a few months, they 'casually' met Daria and
Jane and then, in stages, were hired as interns at AARD and eventually
moved into the house.
Authors Note: A side-story for this chapter is in the works, telling
the story of that Halloween.
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