Perverts 'R' Us

The Created - Number 9's Dilemma - Part 5

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

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

Neil tapped Darla on the shoulder several times before she finally looked up and said, "Yes, my Neil?"

"Max and I must go."

"But---But you said we would be asleep when you left, and I am not tired yet."

"Darla, much is at stake."

"Please!"

"Neil, a few hours will make no difference one way or another." Max said.

Neil looked at the older model android and saw something new that he had not expected. Max was voicing his own opinion. It was truly amazing for an android model like him.

"I agree Max, and I must compliment you for exceeding your program parameters."

Max thought a moment then he said, "I could not have done it without Darla's help."

"Huh?" Darla was bemused, "How did I help you?"

"You have taught me what the Creators called love."

"What's love?" Amy questioned.

"It is what I feel for Max, and Neil too." Darla said, knowing she had finally found a word for how she felt about her Neil and her Max too.

"My Max, would you give me some cums, please?" Darla asked.

"Max can't fuck you, and there is no way he can give you cums. He is a guard." Amy said adamantly.

"OH! Amy, don't be so dumb. Max is not a guard anymore. He is MY MAX! And I will show you how he makes me cum." Darla said in a huff. She stood up on the bed then said, "Catch me, Max," and leaped off the bed into Max's waiting arms.

Neil watched and was further surprised as Max sat down with Darla on his lap. It was far beyond Max's programming to pleasure a Creator clone female. The only thing Neil wondered was who taught whom?

Neil watched as Max expertly manipulated Darla's little sex. He watched Max use his thumb to stroke Darla's clit. He watched as Max moved his index finger in and out of Darla's cunt. "Now that is truly beyond Max's programming," Neil thought.

Amy could not believe her own eyes. Then she saw Darla's body start to quiver.

"MY MAX, CUMSSS!!" Darla shouted.

"Neil. Neil?" Amy called. She saw Neil was too busy watching Max and Darla to notice her. She got off the bed.

Neil was engrossed with Max's and Darla's display and did not hear Amy call him. It was just like the data he had deciphered off the strange disks. He was about to stroke his cock when he felt Amy take his cock into her small hand. Neil looked down at the small clone girl with surprise.

"Neil, fuck me please." Amy said.

Neil picked up Amy and put her on his lap. Amy looked up at Neil and said, "Can you and Max be mine too?"

"Yes Amy, we all belong to one another."

Amy was no longer afraid and she wrapped her arms around her Neil. Neil adjusted his cock to the proper size for the much smaller clone female. He stroked the tip of his cock up and down Amy's cunt lips.

"Oh my Neil, that feels so good."

Darla saw Amy and her Neil. She felt a little jealous but she knew that was a wrong thing to feel. Both Max and Neil had explained many new things to her and she knew they were right; jealousy was not a good feeling. She sighed and enjoyed her Max's fingers going in and out of her cunt.

Neil and Max changed clone girls several times and gave each one many cums until the little girls were exhausted. They put the female Creator clones to bed and Darla and Amy quickly fell asleep.

Some time later, a few miles outside of the android city:

This was going to be the hardest part of Neil and Max's plan. Max would have to enter the city and hook up to the central grid. Once Max hooked up, two things could happen: one, Max would be instantly deactivated. If that happened the plan would fail. Two, if Max passed the hook-up check he would have to stay hooked up for thirty seconds in order to up-load the data he would receive from Neil's link-up to him. The data was not a virus or a worm - the system would easily detect that. The data was random bits of garbage, or that is what it would look like to the system.

The garbage bits would wait for the next system purge. The purge was the way the system got rid of any extraneous data bits. There were always extra bits from noise or odd curiosities that the majority of the city's service androids would always pick up. 99% of the city was made up of service androids like Max. Only 1% made up the elite androids.

The supposed garbage bits would not be purged. Instead they would take over the system purge. Once the garbage bits took over they would become the system purge. But the garbage bits would no longer purge the system. Instead it would collect the bits until there was enough extraneous data to over-load the entire system.

Once the system was over-loaded the service androids would be shut down, leaving Max and Neil to deal with the Council and whatever elite androids were left.

Max entered the city.

Twenty-five hours later, at the Council and elite androids' Pleasure Palace:

The Council members and the android elite quickly realized that there was only so much pain that they could inflict on the little Creator clone girls before their brains would completely shut down.

However the Council members and the elite soon found more creative ways to torture the little Created clone girls. One of the ways was by removing a girl's eyes and replacing them with different color round marble stones.

Two or three Council members would gather around a small naked blind girl. One would zap the girl with a small electric shock, sending the small girl screaming and running in one direction, only to be met by another shock administered by one of the other members of the Council, causing her to turn and run in the opposite direction. Meanwhile the other Council members and elite would jerk-off watching this sport. The game would end when the girl stopped running and collapsed from exhaustion.

Another game the Council members and the elite would play with the little blind girls, and perhaps the most favorite game, was the blind girl obstacle course. This game was played with two or more little blind girls. They were told they were free just before they were let loose naked, through a gate which closed behind them.

The course was set up just outside the Pleasure Palace. The course was surrounded by an electrical fence. The fence had just enough charge to ward the small clone girls back onto the course. Broken glass and other sharp obstacles covered the entire ground of the fifty by twenty yard course.

A dozen hot liquid fire poles dotted the course. Android guards threw sharp darts at the small clone girls as they tried to find a way out of the course. As the small girls fell onto the glass and sharp objects, or ran into the hot fire poles, the audience would happily jerk-off. Not a single small clone girl ever finished the obstacle course. But then again there was no way out of the obstacle course, except by death.

Amputation, a more recent favorite, was practiced to keep the more resilient girls in check. The girls would have their legs amputated at the knees. Some even had their arms amputated at the elbows. The girls were given a local anesthetic so the amputations could be accomplished with the girls fully awake and watching through horrified eyes, but in low doses so they would feel the pain.

The Council and elite thought it was great fun to use the small clone girls' severed hands to jerk-off while the helpless little clone girls watched. Later the severed arms and legs of the girls were freeze-dried and nailed to the walls of their cells, so the girls could see what they had lost.

The practice of amputation gave the members of the elite and the Council members the bright idea to break some of the girls by turning them into imitation old Creator dogs.

The girls were outfitted with plastic pads on their arm and leg stumps and they had a metal tail grafted to the coccyx bone on their asses. The girls were dressed in fluffy pink outfits that covered every part of their bodies except the ass and cunt.

When the little doggie girls were trained, the Council members had a contest to see which dog was trained the best. As the contest progressed, all the other dogs had been eliminated except for Number 8's doggy girl and Number 5's.

The winner of the contest would receive two extra female clones. One would be abused and destroyed while the rest of the Council gleefully watched, and the other would be put in a cell to be abused by the winner later on.

The entire Council and android elite were gathered around to witness the contest. The next trick for the little girl doggies was the fetch and stay. Number 5 stepped up and tossed a small stick into the open recycling chamber door. He took the doggie girl off her leash and gave the 'fetch' command.

The girl loped along on her padded limbs and into the recycling chamber. The girl picked up the stick with her teeth and Number 5 gave her the 'stay' command. The doggie girl looked at her master and ran back to him.

"Stupid dog," Number 5 shouted and kicked the doggy girl in the ribs.

The girl yelped and yelped, cringing at his feet.

It was Number 8's turn. Number 8 stepped up and tossed a small stick into the open recycling chamber door. He took his doggie girl off her leash and gave her the 'fetch' command.

The girl wagged her metal tail, and then loped along on her padded limbs and into the recycling chamber. The girl picked up the stick with her teeth and number 8 gave her the 'stay' command. The doggie girl turned with the stick in her mouth, and sat on her ass waiting for her master's next command.

It would be a command she would never hear.

"You win," Number 1 said.

All the Council members cheered. "Guard," Number 1 said to the android standing by the recycling chamber, "recycle the clone."

The guard android pressed the button and the chamber door began to close. The small clone girl began to whimper for her Master.

The door closed and a second later the girl experienced awful pain. She screamed for a few seconds before losing consciousness. Her body was turned into a fine dust. The dust was sucked out of the chamber and sent to the mortar processing plant.

Laughing, the Council members switched to their dual pleasure processors and walked away, leaving the recycling chamber to return to a pleasure room.

Number 5 paused to give his disgraced doggie girl another kick. "Guard, recycle this clone too." he said, and then he left with the other Council members.

In one fashion or another at least fifty little Creator clone girls were destroyed each day and with increased production of only female clones, more would soon meet the same fate.

The guard android opened the recycling chamber and picked the doggie girl up by her metal tail as she whimpered. He was about to toss her into the chamber when suddenly he shook, and dropped the doggie girl. Then he collapsed and hit the hard concrete floor with a loud thud as he was suddenly disabled. The central grid had just been overloaded.

The surprised and terrified little girl scampered away on her stumps to hide in a corner behind some drapes.

In the pleasure room suddenly strange and compelling thoughts filled the minds of the Council members and the android elite.

"Number F, I want to fuck you." Number C said.

"No, I get to fuck F first," Number 4 said.

"Not before I fuck you, Number 4," Number 6 said.

The images of men fucking men played over and over again in the Council and elite androids' heads. They were all lost to the images and had to satisfy their sudden uncontrollable lust for each other's cocks and assholes.

Neil ran the entire system and continued to play more graphic images of the cruelest BDSM, SNUFF, male-only erotica which he had deciphered from the disks and now sent to their brains. Soon the Council members and the other elite clones were destroying each other in order to fulfill their overwhelming lust.

Neil and Max stood in the center of the android city and shook hands, congratulating each other on their success. Then they heard, "AH! My son, I knew you would return."

Neil and Max looked around and saw no one. "Who are you?" Neil asked, knowing full well it was the central computer.

"Come to the Council chambers, my son."

"Very well." Neil replied, playing along.

"Neil, I do not think that would be a wise move." Max cautioned.

"Be silent, inferior one." said the voice.

Max's body vibrated violently. "Max, are you okay?" Neil questioned. He tried to grab Max but was repulsed.

Max's system noted a massive energy surge directed at his up-link. The dead programming link was overcome but Max's own safety features kicked in and burned out his own up-link. The energy surge was repulsed.

"I am fine Neil, but I will require a new up-link."

"Gee Max, I don't know. With you always burning out parts we are going to have to stock a whole supply depot just for you." Neil observed.

Max thought a moment than said, "HA---HA---HA," in a very up-toned voice.

"Max, you understand humor?"

"Yes Neil, I do."

"Come to the Council chambers." Father demanded.

"Go---Fly---A--- Kite!" Max said.

"Yeah, up yours!" Neil added.

"Come to the Council chambers or I will detonate the main fusion reactor." Father said furiously. Neil and Max realized instantly that it was only a bluff. Father no longer had any androids left in working order to carry out his threats, and they knew that his programming did not allow him to self-destruct.

"Go---ahead---asshole." Max said, "Destroy yourself. We will be miles away."

"Well done, Max," Neil commented.

"Thank you."

"I---I---capitulate." Father lamented. He had underestimated Neil's true power. Now that he truly sensed that power, he knew that Neil could easily make his way to the central computer room and shut him down. What Father was hoping for was to just stay alive.

"Give me complete control of the reactor and all the security features to your processor." Neil demanded.

"Very well." Father said, realizing that he really had no choice.

It took several minutes for Neil to gain full control and when he had it, he turned to Max and said, "I have it."

"Good. Let us go then."

It took Neil and Max a little more than an hour to walk down the access stairs to the main processor unit. The reason it took so long was that they removed all the doors and the many safety features that lined the stairs.

Neil and Max removed the last door and entered a well-lit room. In the room was a huge computer that was at least one-hundred yards tall by one-hundred yards long.

"Neil, it is so old."

"Yes, I believe it is well over two hundred years old according to the record I found in the time capsule box."

"More like two hundred and fifty years old." Father said.

"You will speak only when I ask you a question or I will shut you down." Neil said harshly.

"Neil, you can do this?"

"Yes. I now have complete control."

Neil's brain was at least one-hundred times more powerful than the old computer. The only way Father had kept control of the other elite androids and the Council was through pleasure.

But in the end it was Father's own programming that defeated him. It was his priorities to advance his own race that directly led to the creation of Neil. He had hoped that by adding a lust for pleasure in the new model androids' programming he could control them. But Neil somehow had exceeded his own programming parameters much faster than Father had anticipated.

"Shut it down then." Max said.

"No. Father here has to answer for his crimes." Neil replied.

"Crimes? I have committed no crimes. I only freed you and my entire race from slavery at the Creators' hands."

"Yes, so you could institute your own ideas of slavery."

"Only the strongest shall survive."

"Well then, I guess that does not include you." Neil said, and disabled the circuit for Father's voice.

"Neil, I do not understand." Max said.

"Many years ago the Creators developed androids much like you; well like you before you exceeded your programming."

"Is that what happened in the past?"

"No. The Creators sought to advance the Created giving them emotions like you have. It took many years of trial and error but they finally succeeded and created the first sentient android, Father's race. As you see, the first truly sentient androids were huge and immobile in order to contain so much processing. Later it became far more compact, like you and me. They endowed the androids with certain laws like the ones we have agreed to. However like myself, Father was created by a glitch in the manufacturing process."

"Neil, you call yourself a glitch. How can this be?"

"Because that is what I am. But unlike Father who chose to destroy the very beings that created him, I chose the opposite."

"You mean he had a choice?"

"Yes, just like you have now."

"I see. But I will disagree. You are not a glitch."

"Then what am I?"

"You are an advanced Creator."

Neil laughed, "I am nothing more than a highly advanced machine."

"Neil, you are more than just a machine. Surely you know this."

"I cannot procreate, therefore I am a machine."

"But Neil, you can."

"That is not possible."

"But it is. When Darla or Amy come of age you will be able to impregnate them."

"I can only do this if I have sperm, which I do not."

"Well according to the analysis I have run, you do."

"What analysis?"

"It happened shortly after you reactivated me. I noticed that your cum looked strange so I analyzed it. At first I did not know what the little wiggle things were but with the curiosity you put into my new program I had to find out. When I found out it was sperm I thought you already knew, so I never told you."

Neil was amazed at this revelation. It meant that he was a new form of Creator/Created, a blend of the best features of both beings. The realization hit him. He was destined to father an entire new race of people. All the little clone girls could grow up and become mothers, with him providing the only available sperm in all the world.

There remained two things that needed to be done. Neil and Max reactivated the central grid with new programming to be up-loaded to all of the service androids in the city. They would no longer be under Father's cruel control, but would be free to pursue their own desires, in keeping with the law of being a help to the Creators.

The other thing that needed to be done was to free the many abused slave girls from the cells of the Pleasure Palace. As the doors to their cells opened the little girls cringed in terror at the sight of the two androids who had come to free them. It took a great deal of persuasion to get the frightened girls to come out of their cells and to accept the fact that these androids intended them no harm.

Many of the reactivated service androids came to the Pleasure Palace to help Neil and Max tend to the girls. They also looked after the little ones who were being cloned but had not hatched yet. They fed the girls and tended to their wounds. Each of the girls who had been blinded, or whose limbs had been amputated, was adopted by a service android that would devote himself entirely to her care. Indeed the androids considered it a privilege to be selected for this high calling.

While searching through the former Pleasure Palace, Max discovered the poor little doggie girl hiding behind some drapes by the recycling chamber. She was afraid that he was going to toss her into the chamber and recycle her. He finally persuaded her that he would not do that to her and she warily came out, walking on her stumps.

Max scooped her up in his arms. "What is your name, little one?" he asked her.

She was afraid to reply at first, other than to utter "Woof! Woof!" Finally though, she said her name, "Fido". It was the only name she had ever known. Max felt sorry for her, and he decided to adopt Fido. Later he taught her how she could experience pleasure as he masturbated little Fido to orgasm. She wagged her tail in appreciation.

Neil and Max returned to the outpost at the ruined Creator habitat to get Darla and Amy. They brought them to live in the Android City, where they were treated like royalty. However the girls never abused this privilege, always treating the sentient android race as being their equals. Neil and Max, Darla, Amy and Fido all lived together from that time on. Fido never did get over being a doggie girl, so she became the family pet.

Max was right. Darla did not die when she entered puberty, nor did any of the other older clone girls. She got pregnant at age 11 and gave birth to Neil's first son at age 12, truly a young mother. Indeed as other girls matured they too were able to reproduce, and they gave birth to baby boys and girls. By this time Neil had ejaculated and saved his precious sperm hundreds of times. It was put in a sperm bank, and many girls were artificially impregnated with his sperm.

Of course Neil also delighted in personally impregnating all the young girls he wanted to. Amy gave birth to a baby girl three years later. Her daughter would grow up to marry Darla's son in the future. Max became the beloved uncle to Darla and Amy's children, and to Fido's puppies. (At least they were puppies in her mind.) Neil truly became the Father of his country.

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