Perverts 'R' Us

The Created - Number 9's Dilemma - Part 4

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

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

Darla stretched her small body and opened her eyes. She had never felt so good and could not wait to see her Neil again. She sat up in bed and then heard, "Good morning, Darla."

She turned and saw the guard android standing there. "Please don't hurt me." She cried shaking with fear, remembering how many times in the past the guard android had whipped her while her old master cruelly laughed and jacked off as he watched.

"Be at ease, Darla. I will not harm you." Max said.

Darla sat there not believing what she just heard, and then she said, "You won't?"

"I will not harm you, Darla. I am here to protect you."

"Pro---Pro---tect me? Why would you do that?" Darla said with disbelief.

Max explained everything he knew to Darla, things that Neil had taught him.

At the Creator clone habitat:

Neil could not believe his own eyes. He saw the smoke earlier and he increased his speed to the maximum but now everywhere he looked there was utter devastation. There were destroyed androids everywhere he looked, and Creator clones that looked as if they had been thrown into a shredding machine. Heads, limbs, and other small pieces of clones floated in pools of red drying blood.

Slowly he began to search the habitat for anything useful.

At the outpost in the kitchen:

"Max, when will my Neil be back?" Darla asked, as she ate her meal.

"In a few days."

"Max, do you like my Neil?"

Max analyzed the meaning of the word 'like', then he said, "Yes, I do like the android Neil."

"Good. I like my Neil too."

Darla thought a moment then said, "Max, I like you too."

"Thank you, Darla."

Max did not remember his past but he had sensed from Darla that he may have done some terrible things to her, and he was glad he was no longer the dreadful android of Darla's past. Over the next several days Max and Darla learned much from each other, helping each other grow accustomed to their new lives.

At the Creator clone habitat:

Neil spent two days searching the habitat but nothing he found was of any use. He was about to give up the search but he had one building left to search. He entered the last Creator clone building and he heard, "You're mine, all mine. Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Followed by, "No please, No more, please!!"

Neal quickly ran toward the sound. A few seconds later he entered a room and saw one of his very own models of Created androids using the collar on a small clone girl.

The girl's small body was convulsing and Neil knew that she could not take much more. "Stop!" he yelled.

The Android he knew as F turned and said, "She is mine. You can't have her."

"You're killing her, can't you see that?"

"Good. I want to see her die." F said, and he turned back to torturing the small clone girl.

Neil moved quickly and ripped F's head clean off. Neil checked the clone girl and noticed he felt a sense of relief. The small unconscious six-year-old clone girl was still alive, and given time she would recover. He placed the girl on the bed and covered her with the white bed sheet.

In the Council chambers:

"My brothers, it is time to rejoice. We have received the final signal. The entire batch of new androids and all of the Creator clones at the habitat have been destroyed." Number 1 said.

Father had ordered the Council to do this after discovering that the new android models were becoming too much like the Creators. They were just too inclined to exceed their programming.

"Does this include the Number 9 android?" F inquired.

"Yes. We received his power-off signal several days ago."

The new Number 9 android in particular had presented a problem for Father, being too sympathetic to the Creator clones and therefore a danger to the rulers of Android society.

"When will the new Clone habitat be ready?" Number 6 inquired.

"Careful, 6. Father does not want it to be referred to as 'habitat' any more." Number 8 said.

"Forgive my error. When will the new android Pleasure Palace be ready?"

"In two standard day's time."

"I can hardly wait." C said.

"Here, here." All the others agreed.

Father had directed that only female Creator girls would be cloned from now on. There was no longer any need to maintain the pretense that the purpose of the Created was to serve the Creators. Henceforth girls would be cloned simply to satisfy the lusts of the ruling elite among the androids.

"Let us adjourn to the pleasure room." Number 1 said.

"Here, here," the others agreed.

With cloning now devoted only to producing little girls, the Council and other elite androids would soon have twice as many girls to toy with, fuck, and abuse. They could now afford to treat them even more harshly.

Two days later at the new Pleasure Palace:

As the Council members toured the large building, they were delighted to hear the screams and cries of the little clone girls as they echoed throughout the steel and concrete building.

The building had three floors. Each floor had 500 small rooms and in each room there was a bed, a chair, and a large mirror. The building was modeled like a very old-style prison. On the bottom floor was the recycling chamber, a 350,000 degrees incinerator. It had three times the power of the old standard chambers.

The sixteen members of the Council soon separated and quickly found their particular delight.

At the outpost:

Darla waited for the small six-year-old clone girl to wake up. Neil had told her the girl's name would be Amy. She was the sole survivor from the Creator clone habitat.

Amy blinked her eyes, then opened them. Her whole body was sore and her head ached. Then she heard, "Hi, Amy, my name is Darla."

Amy looked around the training room and asked, "When will the Masters be back?"

"Here, drink this." Darla said and handed Amy a cool glass of water.

Amy drank the water. Darla told Amy all about her Neil and Max. Amy listened then said, "A kind Master? Are you sure?"

"Very. My Neil won't even fuck you unless you want him to."

"You're lying! A servant girl's only purpose is to please her master."

Darla groaned. This was going to take a lot more time than she thought it would. "Well then again, it did take me some time before I trusted my Neil," she thought.

At the dig site:

Neil had offered Max a chance of upgrading completely. After considering it Max had turned him down saying, "I like what I am."

But Max did accept more processor power, some upgrades to his internal structure, and a new fusion reactor, all from the disabled android Neil had brought back with Amy, the new little clone girl.

Max and Neil were now working at the dig site.

"Neil, once again someone has tried to access my new up-link." Max said.

"Is it the same signal as before?" Neil asked.

"No, but with the new dead programming link the signal was easily defeated."

"This is indeed curious. Why would they still try to access your link and not mine?"

"Perhaps it is as you say. They believe you are hopelessly addicted to your pleasure sub- routines."

"Max, you're a genius!"

"I am?"

"Yes. You have found the answer to how we can bring the entire Council down."

"How?"

"We can use pleasure against them."

"How do we do that?"

Neil explained his plan to Max and when he was done Max agreed the plan had much merit.

Max and Neil continued exploring the dig site but they were about to give up and return to make the little clone females their nightly meal. Then Max spotted the corner of a silver object protruding from under an old pile of red bricks.

He went over to the pile of bricks and started to uncover the object. The bricks were loose and easy to toss aside and soon Max was looking at a large metal box. He called Neil over and the two androids removed the box. The box was easily opened. Inside the box were many different colored circular disks with small round holes in the middle.

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Max asked Neil, and handed him one of the disks. Neil examined the odd circular disks and at first found nothing of value. He subjected the disks to laser light and found the disks had odd patterns of data written in a circular fashion.

Neil needed more time to analyze the odd data patterns and said, "Let's take the box back to the outpost."

"I agree."

At the outpost:

Darla was still talking to Amy when she heard the familiar footsteps of Neil and Max entering the outpost. "They're back," Darla said, with joy in her heart.

Darla started for the door but stopped when Amy said, "Your clothing."

"I don't have to dress. Besides, I like being naked unless it's cold."

"You don't have to dress?" Amy asked.

"No, silly. That is what I have been trying to tell you. I can do whatever I want, as long as it's not dangerous." Darla replied.

"Dangerous?"

"I can't jump off a cliff or stuff like that. Max and Neil won't let me."

"You mean, they care if you live or die?"

"Yes. Both of them told me their first function is to protect me."

"Protect you? Why?"

"They care about me, and I care about them."

"You care for the Masters?" Amy asked incredulously.

"OH! You can stay here if you want. I am going to hug my Neal and Max." Darla said, and rushed out of the room.

Darla ran down the hall and she greeted Neil and Max with a hug. Neil excused himself, saying he needed to examine the disks they had just found. Darla took Max's hand and the two started to walk toward the kitchen.

Amy was trying to make sense out of what Darla had told her. Then she heard Darla giggling as she and Max passed by the room. "Tickle me again," Darla said.

"Only once more. Then I must help you make dinner." Max replied.

"Why do I have to learn how to cook?"

"Darla, we all must learn, you know that."

"Yes, but I don't have to like it, do I?"

"No, but it would be better if you did."

"Okay Max, I will try."

"Good. That is a wise decision."

Max had elected not to be endowed with the cock and ball appendages that Neil prized so much. He could have accepted them from the disabled android that Neil brought back. But Max felt that the emotions that went along with them were too unsettling for his android brain. Still he was learning to take great delight in tickling Darla and pleasing her that way. They were getting to be good friends.

Max tickled Darla once more and then the two walked into the kitchen.

Amy looked around for her collar but she could not see it anywhere. She saw a pair of shorts and a top sitting on a chair. She got off the bed and was going to dress but then she thought about Darla being naked. Amy decided that maybe her new Masters liked naked servant girls.

Slowly she left the room and heard voices just down the hall. She continued toward the voices. When she arrived at the kitchen doorway she looked in and saw a guard android and Darla. It was a puzzling sight for the young six-year-old servant girl. The guard android seemed to be helping Darla. Was it possible that Darla had been right when she said that these Masters were kind?

Darla continued to watch and did not hear Neil coming down the hall. When Neil was close to the small female clone he said, "Hello, Amy."

Fear gripped Amy. She slowly turned around and bowed down to her Master. "Master," she said, "I am here to service your needs."

Neil was about to say something but Darla said, "Amy, there are no Masters here."

Amy looked at Darla, then she looked at Neil and she did not know what to say. Darla walked over to Amy, took her hand and said, "Come on, you can learn how to cook too. Cooking is fun, right Max?"

"Yes Darla, it can be."

Amy looked once again at Neil who said, "Go on Amy, Darla is right. There are no masters here. My name is Neil and the other android's name is Max."

"See? I told you they were nice. Now come on, let's cook." Darla said with a smile.

Amy slowly stood up and followed Darla into the kitchen. The two girls under the watchful eyes of Max and Neil managed to finish making dinner without too much of a mess.

As the girls ate dinner, Amy became more comfortable with her situation. After dinner the girls cleaned up the kitchen.

When they were done, Darla turned to Neil and said, "Don't forget my cums."

"I won't."

"Good. See you later, my Neil."

The girls left the room and went back to Darla's room. When they entered the room, Amy asked, "What's cums?"

Darla explained, but Amy refused to believe her. Finally Darla said, "You just watch and you will see."

Just as Darla finished speaking, Neil walked into the room. "OH! My Neil," Darla said, and ran to him with her arms wide open. Darla hugged him around his flesh-like metal waist.

As Amy watched, Neil picked Darla up and carried her over to the bed. He sat down on the bed and said, "Darla, I need to speak to you."

"Okay, my Neil."

"Darla, after you and Amy are asleep, Max and I will be leaving."

"When will you come back?"

Neil explained the plans that Max and he had made. If they succeeded, all the little clone girls would be free but if they failed, which was a possibility, they would never return.

Darla looked soulfully at him, and then she looked at Amy. She knew if her Neil and Max could free all the other clone girls it would be a very good thing. She looked into Neil's synthetic eyes and said, "Give me lots of cums before you go, okay?"

Amy watched as Neil sat down on a chair with Darla on his lap. She watched as Darla kissed the Master, and she thought that was very odd. She watched as Darla spread her legs and the Master's hand moved toward Darla's sex.

She cringed and closed her eyes expecting to hear Darla scream with pain. She kept her eyes closed until she heard Darla start to moan. It was a very strange sound for a servant girl to make.

Slowly Amy opened her eyes and saw Darla squirming on the Master's lap and the Master's hand between her legs. She heard more strange sounds coming from Darla's mouth and it sure did not look like she was in any pain. That too was very odd.

She heard a low humming sound then she heard Darla say, "Cum, My NEIL, CUMMS!"

"What was happening to her?" Amy thought. Slowly she got off the bed, but when she saw the Master's cock she darted back. She turned back to see Darla holding the Master's cock, like she wanted it.

She saw Darla take the Master's cock and put in her cunt. Amy cringed, knowing how painful that would be. She watched as the Master's cock sank all the way into Darla. Then she heard Darla say, "Fuck me, my Neil, fuck me good!"

Did she hear that right? Did Darla actually ask the Master to fuck her? Amy wondered. Then she saw the Master slowly moving Darla up and down on his thick cock. She heard a squishing sound coming from Darla's cunt.

She had to ask. She just had to. Amy got off the bed and once again heard Darla cry, "Cum, my Neil, CUMMSS!"

Neil saw Amy and held Darla down on his cock. Darla recovered from her last cum and heard Amy hesitantly ask, "Can I try some cums?"

Darla did not want to give up her Neil's cock but she said, "Sure."

Neil sensed Darla's need and said, "I know a way both of you can have lots of cums."

"You do?" Darla questioned.

"Sure. Both of you get on the bed and I will show you what to do."

"Okay, my Neil."

Although Darla did not want to give up Neil's cock she wanted to find out more about the new way to cum. She eased herself off of his hard cock. Amy was still a little unsure but when Darla took her hand she followed Darla to the bed.

Neil played the data images in his mind he had deciphered from one of the strange disks. He arranged the girls head to each other's cunt. Then he heard Amy say, "Darla, your cunt is all wet and it smells strange."

"That's from cums."

"Oh."

Awkwardly at first the girls began to lap each other's cunt but soon both girls were into cunt lapping. Then Darla said, "Amy, your cunt is all wet and it smells strange."

"I think, I think I am going to have a CUMMMMSSS!" Amy screeched.

"So, So am I---I----I!!"

Max walked into the room and communicated over his link to Neil, "What are they doing?"

"The Creators called it 69." Neil communicated back.

"69, how odd."

"Yes. The original Creators were truly remarkable beings."

"True. I have just finished playing the wonderful mathematical arrangement they called Beethoven's Symphony Number 9. I believe they called such arrangements, music."

"Yes, but I see it is time to go." Neil communicated over his link.

"Yes, go we must." Max replied.

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