Perverts 'R' Us

The Created - Number 9's Dilemma

By Loki925 ( M/g, Sci-fi, con )

This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

A brief history:

The Creator race was destroyed in some great conflagration. The only survivors were the Created, male androids. The few androids that were left banded together and soon formed their own society. As time passed the androids improved themselves and advanced their culture to the point where they found a way to take what DNA samples they could find and reproduce the Creators through cloning. Through cloning the Created androids found a way to incorporate some of the Creator genes into their own matrix, further improving their race.

Laws of the Created:

1. The Created must care for the Creators.

2. The Creators must never know they are being cared for.

3. The Creators must never know hate.

4. The Creators must never know fear.

5. The Creators must have a balance between happy and depressed.

6. The laws of the Created are for Male Creators only.

Facts of the Created:

1. The firmest desire of the Creator was for the Created to advance.

2. The true Creators are extinct. (Item: See historical records for the demise of the Creator race.)

3. Only female and male clones are left to carry on the Creator race. (Item: See cloning producers for male and female clones.)

4. Each Male Creator clone must be recycled at the age of sixty five years.

5. Female Creator clones must be recycled no later than ten year of age. (Item: See male whim as it relates to this fact.)

6. All Creator clones have the same size cock, 8 ¾ inches and 2 inches around. (Item: See data base for other names for male clones' genitalia.)

7. No Created has ever destroyed another Created. (Item: See database for harmed.)

8. There are no female Created. (Item: See Creator.)

9. All Created are autonomous sentient beings sharing a common goal, self improvement which leads to communal improvement.

Number 9's dilemma:

A very pretty eight-year-old girl with long black hair and deep pool brown eyes stood over a male who looked to be about thirty five years old.

"Are your ready, honey?" he asked her.

"Oh yes, daddy." the small girl replied and lowered her little hairless pussy towards the man's hard erect cock. The man smiled at the girl.

"Stop the simulation." The Created teacher said, then questioned, "Can anyone tell me what is wrong here?"

"Sir, the Creator's cock in not in the proper position," Number 7 android said.

"Wrong. Is your angle calculation off today, Number 7?"

"No sir."

"It must be, Number 7. Check the angle again."

Number 7 rechecked the angle of the Creator's cock to the female's cunt then said, "Sir, it is in proper alignment."

"Remember class, always do the math first before jumping to hasty conclusions. Now can anyone tell me what is wrong here?"

"The Creator's eyes are looking elsewhere and not at the female."

"Correct, Number 9. Now can you tell me a possible cause and solution to this problem?"

The class bell rang and all the android Created protectors got up to leave.

"Number 9, a moment of your time."

"Yes sir."

"Number 9, you are far ahead of the curve and I am going to advance you to the next level."

"Thank you, sir."

"After your circuit check report to the next level class."

"Yes sir."

Number 9 left the classroom and went back to his automated housing and storage unit where he unemotionally hooked up to the central grid. Number 9 would stay hooked up for 3 standard hours, having his circuits checked and downloading the latest data.

The chronometer in Number 9's brain went off and his very pale gray eyes opened. He left his automated housing and storage unit and walked the short distance to his classroom.

Number 9 was the latest and most improved of the Creator, service and protector androids. His brain could process ten trillion bits of information in a millisecond. His outer skin was smooth, seamless, and was a pleasing gold and silver. His power unit was a fusion reactor that was placed in his chest. He was 5'10" inches tall and weighed a mere 105 lbs.

He had the strength of a small nuclear bomb but he could be as gentle as a lamb. His inner skeleton was titanium composite. He walked with the ease of a Creator but could run with the speed of a cheetah. He could speak any language known to the Creators and last but not least, he had an adjustable Creator's cock which was hidden away behind a seamless door between the legs of his crotch.

Number 9 entered the classroom and waited for the instructor to arrive. For Number 9 this would be his last class before he entered a life time of service to the Creator clones.

Number 9 was satisfied when he passed the original test and interviews for the Creator clone training classes. It was the highest honor and the ambition of all androids to care for the Creator clones.

Although all androids were made up of nano-circuits, metal, and micro-gears, they all had very complex sub-routines for emotions. Emotions made them more attuned to the Creator clones needs, as well as their own needs and their ambitions for self improvement and advancement.

The instructor walked into the room. "Ah Number 9, you are early. Good. Now before we proceed I must compliment you on your excellent progress."

"Thank you, sir."

"As you know this will be the most difficult part of the course. In this section you will engage in sexual activities will all ages of female Clones starting at age six. Now can you tell me why a female Clone must be recycled no later than ten years old?"

"Sir, according to the latest data all female Clones break down at the onset of puberty."

"Yes. Hopefully some day we may find a way to overcome this difficulty."

"Yes sir, we all hope for that."

"Indeed, it could possibly lead to the birth of a new Creator race. Now my next question. Why are all male Creator clones retired at age sixty five?"

"Sir, according to the latest data male Creator clone brain cells go into terminal melt- down at age 65."

"Yes. Now the first female you will have sex with is the Betty module six-year-old clone. Now what can you tell me about the Betty six-year-old module?"

"Sir, the Betty six-year-old module is a special clone created for training purposes only."

"Correct. Now what positions would you suggest for good penetration?"

"Sir, the recommended positions are male on chair female facing the male, or back to the male and female on top male on bottom in a comfortable position, normally in a bed."

"Correct. What about the other positions?"

"All positions can be accommodated, sir."

"Correct. Now at the end of the hall you will find a door marked Betty six-year-old. Go there, enter the room and wait."

"Yes sir."

"One last thing Number 9, remember to monitor your pleasure sub-routines very carefully."

"Yes sir."

Number 9 went down the hall and entered the room. In the room was a sturdy padded chair that was facing a large mirror, and a bed with a plain white sheet. Number 9 waited and monitored his pleasure sub-routines.

A few moments later the door opened and a small naked six-year-old girl with short brown hair and brown eyes walked into the room. Number 9 judged the girl to be 3'7" tall and 46 lbs.

"Hi, 9. My name is Betty. How are you today?"

"I am fine."

"Good. Shall we begin?"

"Of course."

"My pussy can accommodate six and one half inches."

"I will make the proper adjustments."

The panel in Number 9's crotch opened and a set of balls and a hard six and one half inch cock eased out the door. Number 9 was proud of his cock and balls. It was the mark of a Creator service model. Many androids were not equipped with the appendage, and now after watching thousands of simulations, Number 9 was actually going to use it for the very first time.

"You have a nice cock, 9. What position would you like to try first?"

"Female on my lap, facing the mirror."

"Good. I like that one too."

"Do you require lubrication?"

"No 9, I pre-lubricated myself."

"Very well, then."

Betty hopped onto Number 9's flesh-like metal lap. She grasped his hard cock and placed it against her small wet pussy. "9, you need to make your cock harder or it will never go in."

Number 9 made the proper adjustment and Betty said, "Much better, 9. Are you ready for your first fuck?"

"I believe so."

"Good," Betty said and pushed herself down onto 9's hard cock. Number 9 looked into the mirror and watched his cock sink into Betty's small pussy. Number 9's pleasure sub- routines started to peak and so he created a higher processor interrupt for the pleasure sub-routines.

Betty worked her cunt down onto 9's hard cock and soon her round butt touched 9's warm metallic skin. Number 9 was fascinated by the sight of his cock stuffed into Betty's cunt. 9 could see how much the small cunt was distended, his cock stuffed inside almost all the way up to Betty's belly button.

"Okay 9, fuck me good now." she said.

Betty's cunt was so tight it caused 9 to devote even more resources to his pleasure sub- routines. Number 9 put his hands around Betty's small hips. Betty pushed her cunt up 9's cock and 9 matched her move.

Betty placed her hands on Number 9's gold and silver yet flesh-like metallic hands. "Now 9, move me up and down," Betty squealed.

Slowly 9 started to move Betty up and down on his hard cock. Number 9's pleasure sub- routines demanded more and more processor power. 9 already had many safety features that would stop any processor overload, but just to insure he would not overload and cause a system shut down, he quickly checked all safety features. Then he gave his pleasure sub-routines fifty percent of his processor power.

Betty was in ecstasy and her cunt spasmed, gripping 9's hard cock, "O---H----9, FUCK Meeee!!" she cried out.

Number 9 moved Betty up and down, faster and faster. Betty could not take much more and with 9's sub-routines taking up seventy-five percent of his processor power, Number 9 felt something strange happening to his balls. "Stop 9, stop, please stop!" Betty cried, "I can't take any more CUUUMMMSSS!"

Number 9's pleasure sub-routines demanded still more processor power. 9 gave the pleasure sub-routines ninety-five percent of his processor power. Then Number 9's balls erupted, firing hot, thick liquid into Betty's tight hot pussy.

Number 9 had no idea that he could actually cum and he was astonished by his first orgasm.

"Oh 9, that was great. Do you want me to get you hard again?" Betty asked.

"No. I am quite capable of that, but I must analyze this first session. It should take no more than thirty standard minutes."

"Sure 9. Do you want me to wait here or return later?"

"Here on the bed will be just fine, Betty." he said, calling her by name for the first time. 9 was surprised to find that he was feeling real affection for the little female Creator clone.

"Okay 9. I will be on the bed waiting for you." Betty said and lifted herself off of 9's temporarily limp cock.

Number 9 went to work, analyzing his surprising first fuck session. His emotions had been far greater than anything his classes had prepared him for. He suspected that he might be experiencing something quite new for any Created android.

To be continued.

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