Perverts 'R' Us

The Created - Number 9's Dilemma - Part 2

By Loki925 ( M+/g+, Sci-fi, nc )

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

Number 9 continued to analyze his first fuck session. He was about half way through when the instructor entered the room. "Number 9, my apologies for the intrusion, but you have been summoned by the ruling Council." the instructor said.

"I will go there immediately."

9 retracted his cock and balls and the panel between his legs closed. He walked to the door and momentarily stopped. He wanted to say goodbye to the Betty six-year-old clone, but instead he opened the door and walked out of the room. "Bye, 9." Betty softly said.

The ruling Council was a group of sixteen Created androids who were replaced every four standard years by newer models. The main function of the Council was to over-see the planning and development of all android society. The second function of the Council was to insure that the laws of the Created were followed. This second function of the Council was moot, for no Created android had ever broken the law.

Number 9 was the product of sixteen standard years of planning, testing and Council approval for an entirely new Created service android. Although the process of creating a new android was totally automated, it still took one standard year to complete and test all the functions of sixteen completely new model androids, numbered 1-9 and then A-F.

Other androids took much less time to build, but none had the complexity or processing power of Number 9's model. Number 9 made his way through Central City. Central City had a population of two million Created androids, and it was the only android city on the planet.

Number 9 entered the Council chambers and he greeted the members. "Number 9," the head Council android said, "One of our Created androids, FF8, has met an untimely fate. He was destroyed in an unforeseen accident."

"I am saddened to hear this."

"As we are, but that is not why you were summoned here. We need you to take his place."

Although Number 9 knew that he had not yet finished training, the Council would not have asked him to undertake such a task unless it was very important. So he said, "I will be honored to take FF8's place."

"Good. Proceed to the information building to receive the latest updates on FF8's current mission."

"Yes, Sir."

Number 9 turned to leave.

"Number 9, before you leave, we the Council would like to congratulate you. You have surpassed all expectations for your model number."

Number 9 turned back and faced the Council.

The sixteen Council members stood up and slightly bowed their heads as a salute to Number 9.

Number 9 tilted his head showing his respect to the Council. He then turned and left the Council chambers.

As the door to the Council chambers closed, the Number F Council member said, "Number 9 is truly a remarkable Created android. He is not only ahead of his peer group, he is perhaps at least ten generations ahead of any Created android we can currently produce."

"Yes this is true, but all attempts to recreate this difference have been futile." the Number 5 Council member said.

"Indeed. If we could only produce more like him." the Number 3 Council member said.

"Yes, but may I remind you, Father considers him to be a danger to us all." the Number 2 Council member said.

"True, true," everyone agreed. It was a most perplexing thing.

"My fellow Council members, shall we adjourn to the pleasure room." Number 1 said.

"Here, Here." The other members concurred.

Behind the half-circle table where the Council members were sitting a large door opened. The Council members stood up and began to file out the door.

"95% pleasure on the very first fuck, Number 9 is truly a remarkable unit." Number C said.

"Yes. If only we could have that for ourselves." Number A said.

"True, true." Number B said.

"What do you think Father has in store for us today?" Number E said.

"Knowing Father, I am sure it will be very pleasurable." Number D said.

As the last Council member walked through the door it closed. The Council members stood in a large square room. The room was empty and dimly lit. A holographic image began to form. Soon the image took the shape of a very old model android.

When the image was complete it looked almost real and it began to speak, "Ah my true sons, it is good to see you again."

"Father, your image brightens our day." The Council members all said as one.

"I see that you have taken care of the Number 9 problem."

"Yes, Father. He will soon be pleasure addicted, and even if not, he will be left to rot at the old dig site."

"Good. Now I have a pleasant surprise for you. The growth of the new female clone I had promised you has matured to six years old and she has just been hatched."

A small door opened and with eager anticipation the Council members waited. Four very frightened red-haired six-year-old female clones wearing nothing but obedience collars walked into the room. Each girl was identical down to the dozen freckles that she had on her small face.

The Council members' cock doors opened. They turned off their core identity processors and engaged their dual pleasure processors.

"As you see, my true sons, I have made her into identical quadruplets this time. Use them, abuse them, but do not destroy them too quickly."

"Yes, Father." they all said as one. It was well that they had four of this clone. The previous single clone had not lasted long. It was the misfortune of these little girls that they had been produced exclusively for the perverted pleasures of the Council members.

The holographic image disappeared. The Council members divided into groups of four. Each group took one of the 3'6" tall girls to a corner for the room. The corners were marked A to D.

The small girls had little choice but to obey. If they did not, their brains would receive the most excruciating pain messages.

The A group liked to have their cocks sucked. Their six-year-old red-haired clone girl was instructed to kneel. This brought her small mouth level with each android's cock. The girl was told to suck the first Created's hard cock and in a few short moments her mouth was full with burning hot, habanero pepper spray.

Each android's cock was immune to the burning spray. So with her mouth burning and wide open, another android shoved his rod into her mouth. This process was repeated until the small girl's mouth was numb, and she was told to move on to group B.

Group B liked to double fuck girls. They were very good at it. Their virgin girl was instructed to mount one of the android's hard six and one half inch cock while another forced her down, impaling her on the prone master's hard cock. When her cunt was stuffed and bleeding the second android would push his cock into her ass.

Stuffed at both ends the androids would simply move their hips quickly, unrelenting and in unison, fucking the screaming small six-year-old female clone from both ends. When each master had his fill of her, the girl was told to move on to the next group.

The Creator clone habitat:

Within one hour Number 9 was the lone passenger on the hyper-sonic transport to the Creator clone habitat. The habitat was home to 1499 Creator clones and it was near the ruins of an old Creator city. The Creator clones in the community had an IQ of 85 which was well below the average IQ of the original Creators, but they were the best Creator clones the Created had thus far reproduced.

The Creator clones that lived in the community were happy to eat, sleep, play video games, and fuck the small female clones. However there was one Creator clone that had an IQ of 119. His name was Dr. Igor Pavli.

The Created found Dr. Pavli's complete skeleton buried in an ancient archaeological dig site. With Dr. Pavli's compete DNA the Created androids had little trouble making a clone of the eminent Dr. Igor Pavli.

Number 9 would become Dr. Pavli's new assistant. Dr. Pavli was working in the ruins of an old Creator city which was five hundred miles from the android Created community. Dr. Pavli had two lower order android assistants and a nine-year-old female clone named Darla. Like his predecessor FF8, Number 9 would be in charge of the other two androids and he would be responsible for the care of Dr. Pavli.

The hyper-sonic transport started to slow down and a moment later it hovered then landed on a slim concrete strip. Number 9 opened the door and stepped out of the transport.

In the pleasure room of the Council chambers:

Group C was the four-strokes-and-out group. Each android would fuck the newly hatched six-year-old clone in her ass or cunt with only four strokes of his hard cock and then he would spray her face with a thick hot foul-smelling liquid. When all four of the androids were done with her the girl was told to move on to the next group.

Group D was the whacking-off-to-little-clone-girl's-pain group. Each member of the group took turns sending messages to the small girl's collar. Sharp pain, stinging pain, crushing pain, intense nausea, or any combination of pain the cruel masters could think of was administered to the screaming small newly hatched six-year-old, red-haired freckle- faced, tiny clone female. The androids masturbated as they enjoyed the girl's sufferings.

On and on the girls were passed from groups A to D, and back to A once again. The small clone girls were abused until they could no longer be used that day. But there were many more brutal days to come for the little six-year-old clone girls. The girls would be used day in and day out by the lust-filled Council members until they were all used up, and then they would be recycled.

At the dig site:

The transport lifted off and a few moments later it disappeared from sight.

A few hundred yards away from the landing strip was a prefabricated concrete building. From his studies Number 9 recognized the building as a standard outpost structure. That meant it would have two sections, one for the Creator clones and one for him and the two other androids. The building would have a main kitchen dining area, a storage area, a data up-link, and a small fusion reactor for power.

Number 9 walked the short distance and entered the building. He made his way to the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen he found an Alpha android preparing dinner for the clones. The Alpha snapped to attention and said, "Sir, I am at your service."

This was the first time that Number 9 had been called 'sir' and it made him slightly uncomfortable. "Alpha, be at ease," he said. "Can you tell me where everyone is?"

"Sir, Dr. Pavli is in his computer room and the female clone is in hers. The Beta unit is with Dr. Pavli."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, sir."

9 made his way to Dr. Pavli's computer room. When he entered the room, the Beta unit communicated over his data link, "Sir, I am at your service."

"Be at ease, Beta. Can you give me the latest report on the expedition?" 9 communicated over his data link.

"Sir, Dr. Pavli is in good condition and has been for the last five standard years."

"What about the dig site?"

"Sir, the dig site remains undisturbed."

"This is strange," 9 thought.

"What does Dr. Pavli do with his day?"

"Sir, Dr. Pavli plays video games, sleeps, and eats."

"Thank you for the report." 9 said.

"Nothing makes any sense," 9 thought and he left the room. He decided to use the up-link and call central archives. He was on his way there when he saw the Darla clone standing in the short hallway that separated the building sections. The Darla clone had curly black hair with dark brown eyes. She was wearing a pair of brown shorts and a tank top.

Darla smiled at 9 and when he was close enough, she said, "I am here to service your needs."

9 did not understand and questioned, "My needs?"

"Yes. Will you take me to your quarters now?"

9 looked at the 4'4" tall female clone and tried to analyze what was going on.

Darla could see that the android was perplexed and said, "If you take me to your quarters I can explain everything."

"Very well, then let us go," 9 said and he turned to go to where he believed his quarters should be.

"I am sorry, sir, but that is not the way to your quarters."

Again 9 did not know what to say.

"Please sir, follow me."

"Well," he thought, "if she can explain, what harm could there be in following her?" So he said, "Very well."

9 followed Darla a short distance to what should have been her room. Darla opened the door and entered the room and 9 entered just behind her. The room looked like a training room but it was much larger.

"How would you like to fuck me, sir?" Darla asked, taking off her top.

"Fuck you? I do not understand."

"Yes, sir. I am here for your pleasure. FF8 said I was a good fuck. I hope I can be a good fuck for you too." Darla said, and pulled off her shorts.

9 looked at the naked female. He felt like he should fuck her but that did not solve the problem he was facing. His problem was that nothing he had learned or trained for had prepared him for this moment. He needed a few moments to analyze his situation and said, "I will return."

"Please sir, don't replace me." Darla said, as tears formed in her eyes.

"Replace you? I do not understand."

Darla could see that her new android master seemed confused but she did not know why. Perhaps it was a game he was playing. She had hoped her new master would not play games with her. She always lost, and her old master would beat her whenever she lost.

She did not know what to say, so she stated what she had been taught since the day she was hatched. "Sir," she said, "It is the duty of all female clones to serve their masters."

9 now understood. What he knew he had already denied when he spoke to the Beta unit was true. All he had learned, all the facts and laws of the Created were lies. But why and when was he going to be told? As he analyzed the last part he knew, he would never be told. It was his very own pleasure sub-routines. Given time they would rule all his actions, and he would crave pleasure above all else.

It was the first part of the equation that was the most perplexing, the 'why'? He looked at the very pretty naked Darla clone. His pleasure sub-routines wanted to fuck her. But what he was, his core identity, knew that if he did, he would lose all that he was or ever could be.

"Darla, I do not wish to fuck you." He called her by her name because he felt she deserved at least that.

"I am sorry I do no please you, sir. I will turn myself in to be recycled." Darla said, as tears trickled down her cheeks. She had hoped for one more year of life before she would be recycled.

"No, Darla. Your body is very pleasing to me. I just cannot fuck you at this time." 9 did not know if he could trust the little female clone, so he told her as little as he could.

Darla did not understand her new master, but she had her own orders to follow. "Sir, if you do not fuck me in the next twelve standard hours I will automatically be recycled."

9 knew his entire architecture. He knew there was no part of him that was connected to the central up-link and that could only mean one thing. The Darla clone must have built- in nano-circuitry.

"Darla, may I scan you?"

"Yes, master."

Number 9 scanned the Darla clone and he found two nano-chips imbedded in her small brain. He recognized both chips. One was an up-link chip and the other chip was a sensor chip. This meant that if he fucked her the central archives would receive all of the information about his status, as well as hers. It also meant if he did not fuck her, the central archives would know.

9 suspected that someone or some thing wanted his mission to fail. It was expected that he would become a slave to his own pleasure sub-routines and no work would go forward at the dig site. Like Dr. Pavli, Number 9 would be neutralized.

While he was trained as a physician he did not have the expertise it would take to remove the nano-chips from Darla's brain. That left him with only one choice. He had to rewrite his entire pleasure sub-routines and he had to do it in less than ten standard hours. This would give him barely enough time to fuck Darla and for her to report the findings to the central archives.

"Darla, remain here. I will return in ten standard hours. If I do not, then you may turn yourself in to the central archives."

"I will wait, master." Darla watched 9 leave the room and she hoped her new master would return. For her it would be a very long ten standard hours.

9 walked out of the building and to the old dig site. It was the only place he knew where he could remained undisturbed. Five standard minutes later he entered the old ruins. He saw an old marble slab. He sat on the slab and started to do something no Created android have ever done before. He started to reprogram himself.

On the bottom of the marble slab buried beneath the earth were the almost faded out carved words, "All men are created equal."

To be continued.

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