roboslut

[intriguess]

She was the new series, the first bio organic machine ever built, in order for her to be sexual without being scripted a human brain had been used. Not just any brain though it was a woman's brain who had been in wheel chair most of her life and had never known true pleasure. her new body was highly responsive and her main fuel was sexually produced juices, from men or women. Her bust was soft, yet firm, her nipples always hard and taut and seeped a sensual tasty substance that worked as lotion. Her pussy oozed a very sweet copious amount of fluid when she was properly aroused. She had been worked on by women who had fed her with pleasure, it had been odd, as nearly all the women had been preorgasmic. She had been designed to induce immediate orgasm or delay it until man felt he would die before he'd cum. while the first function had been fully tested the second was yet to be observed. Now she was out on trial run to see how much her body could take. Since she didn't eat in strict sense, she only needed juices to keep her lubricated, her asshole was merely highly sensitive tight hole. that lubed itself up with same lotion that seeped
from her nipples. she was dressed to kill, a nearly sheer purple blouse going braless, a snug short violet skirt with
black silken stockings and no panties. a female observer was along to record and/or partake depending on how things went.

She walks down the street in red zone of town where everyone is looking to buy or sell sex, she had money if she wanted to buy but she was hoping to sell. part of her program was to document the minute differences in sexual behaviors.

 

[Kepic]

James

What was I even doing here?
Well, that was a simple enough question. Me and my fiance, Susan, were into all kinds of sex. She wasn't afraid to ask me for anything. And, I did my best to set things up for her. We'd tried just about everything a couple could do.

So, she had suggested, 'why not move on to threesomes?'
I had gawked at that.
"Threesomes?" I said, repeating her last word.
"With another woman" she said, "Unless you think you could handle being bisexual?"
"Uh, no..." I said.
"Well, I heard of this red-light district, down town..."

And so here I was, walking down this alley, taking a look around at what was on offer, feeling nervous as hell. Susan hadn't given me any instructions on the 'purchase', just said she'd like anything I would. From the number of dresses that she had only worn the once, I wasn't so sure.

But when I saw her...
A woman wearing a low-cut purple dress, ample breasts with her nipples looking like they might bore holes through the material, making it obvious she was wearing no bra, and legs to die for, maybe even better than Susan's, though I wouldn't tell her that of course, clad in black stockings. And from the way that dress clung to her skin, then either she was wearing a very small g-string or nothing at all under that.

So, feeling like some real perv, I nervously approached her.
"Er, uh, hi..." I said. Great start, not.
"Look... I've never done this before... it's not really my idea... my fiance..." I started, and then she gave me this lovely smile...

 

[kathy stl]

kick me out if you want?

ooc: hi guys, listen I don't want to jump in uninvited and am so new here I am not sure of the ettiquette. Especially since Kepic and I are already involved in another thread, so I would understand if you'd rather play this with another fem Kepic. Just say so and I will start my own thread with an idea I have, please ok, be honest. But I am not sure that the Roboslut isn't the role I was put on earth to play. I'll write a real short post and then trash it if you guys don't want it.

ic: The head, I had a hard time using first person refering to her, kind of squeaked when she turned to the left. The neural circuits logged the defect for future repair. A human being almost in her face. The required six inch heels put her nose almost level with his. He was stammering ridiculously, giving off tons of nervous energy and had a sensory aura of weakening sexual desire.

Unacceptable, unacceptable...Loss of contact imminent...emergency...emergency. Why did that voice have to sound like HAL in 2001? Like they had asked my opinion of anything on this deal.

My brain, yes mine, reacted normally, so she smiled. Relaxed, soft lips pulling away to show perfect white teeth, even her eyes sparkled. Shoulders went back a touch...deep breath.

Emergency avoided...contact has engaged. That voice.

Oh well, it was better than I ever did from my wheelchair.

 

[Kepic]

James

OOC: welcome Kathy, I think this thread could be interesting... I'm not sure, but i think intriguess was planning to play the part of 'roboslut'. I thought your post was good though, lets see what she thinks.
I've also got another thread you and Angie might be interested in... an Arabian Nights style background, which I think has lots of possibilities, though the number of 'players' needs increasing (I think is drifted down to page 2 now...) Lightman's character is looking for someone to play an exotic dancer, which could get his side of the thread moving, I think, and my character could do with someone to play the part of the house-servant. Check it out and see what you think.

IC: "Er... I suppose I'd better get to the point... what do you charge?" I said.

Character description of James:
Tall, athletic (all those midnight olympics with Susan can be as good as any gym). Short blond hair, blue eyes.

[Edited by Kepic on 09-18-2000 at 02:44 PM]

 

[intriguess]

i can take up susan or roboslut's silent observer, i wans't really deciding on part yet, i'm glad she likes it.

exotic dancer...****...i'll look into it

IC (observer) watching them interact was unusual, roboslut almost seemed hesitant, as if she wasn't quite ready for this, but i was sure i could always use her erotic override if necessary. I slide in shadows as i used my hearing devices to listen in on their conversation.

 

[kathy stl]

do I charge?

Do I charge? Mastercard, VISA, Amex? she is ticking off the list in her head. Oh jeez! I try to say, he means do we, do I, take cash for sex. If I have to be inside a gorgeous, perfect robogirl, why does she have to be stupid?

Yes of course I charge, looking him in the eye. I think one hundred to juss go over there in the alley and do what could be called a "blow job". But to spend "quality time" with us it will be a thousand dollars cash.

He stares at me, at us. I am wondering if he has a clue about this "us" and "me" stuff.

 

[Kepic]

James

A thousand dollars? my mind shouted.
But... there was something about her. Just standing near her gave me this strange feeling... her perfume perhaps? It smelled sweet.
If I only had that kind of money on me.
"A thousand dollars?" I said, "I only brought three hundred bucks, that's what Susan reckoned it would take... sorry, I'll have to look elsewhere".
I turned and began to walk away from her, looking towards the other hookers.

 

[kathy stl]

circuits busted

ooc: OK I have done some trashey stuff, but never really hooked. I thought you guys would pay anything? you mean there is like a market price? like lobster?

ic: Danger RoboKathy, Danger. The male object is disengaged.
Circuits failing, unable to cope. Unable.

Oh jeez, why am I stuck in here. She is so knock down drag out gorgeous, but dumb as a box of rocks. Sigh. Well I made her respond before, maybe I can push her now.

Am trying to speak. Through her. Ugh auuck. Knew a guy once, way back before the wheelchair, who got off (my mind rambling inside RoboGirl) if I tried to talk with his dick in my mouth. Don mek me suff inymer. Pluuuze don cum inne muff. Stuff like that. Go figure. But this was worse. Trying to get her to speak.

Finally, Hey! come on sweetie? You blame a girl for trying? Don't be looking at those trashey broads over there. Howse about two fifty but ya buy a thirtsy workin girl a drink first?

And then the smile. She seemed to do that on her own. And jeez it must be sumpin by the reaction on his face!

 

[Kepic]

James

OOC: I've no idea what the going rate for 'lobster' is!

IC:
"Uh?" I said, turning round. She had dropped that price real quick. Wasn't expecting that at all. Then, maybe she thought I was an easy mark, or something, when I had said I hadn't done this kind of thing before.
And that smile... suddenly I felt hot under the collar.
"Two fifty and a drink?" I said, raising an eyebrow. Hell, if that was all it would take, then she was going cheap at the price. This girl was stunning. I was sure Susan would like her...
"OK, that's more than fair" I said, stepping back up to her again, "what's your poison? Is there a good bar round here?"
I felt my confidence growing now, and that wasn't all.

 

[kathy stl]

a drink

I suspected that I had lost respect in this guys eyes. Shit, coming down so fast in my "price", but come on? I spent most of my last life in a wheelchair, not like guys were bidding up the price to get at me. Ok, do the best you can RoboGirl.

I pressed up against him (well she did), so close, I felt his chest push her nipples back into those soft firm titties. Knowing my mind had the power to change her body, even make those boobies bigger or smaller. Shed some pounds or put on a few, depending on a man’s desires. Well, he might be willing to pay extra for that at least.

But for now. As her warm soft body slithered against him.

A drink, been since forever I had a drink. Sounds devine. Just pick the place.

 

[Kepic]

James

"I'm not familiar with this area... uh, there's a little bar I know, not that far away from where I and Susan live" I said, as she pressed herself up against me, jutting her breasts into my chest. God, those things felt like they were real! Susan had had some plastic surgery in that department, so I kind of knew my boobs, as it were. And this girl and Susan were pretty much equal in size in that area.

"My car's parked round the corner..." I said, waving my hand back in the direction of the main street. She nodded, and slipped her arm into mine. Suddenly I felt a little uncomfortable again, knowing that I was leading a hooker out of the alley.

I unlocked the drivers door, slipped inside, and reached across to unlock and open the passenger door as she walked around.

"So, uh, what should I call you?" I asked, as she opened the door to get in.

 

[kathy stl]

silly

Silly boy, as soon as you hand me two fifty, you can call me anything you want, the smile the butterfly lashes, but why not Kathy? as in my name?

Turning toward him, my back to the passenger door, mmmmmm, my skirt so short and her legs so long. Did she have underpants on? Shouldn't I know that? but I wasn't sure. Well if I sat like this, my knees up and my legs not so much together, he would find out sooner than me about the panty thing.

I put my left foot up on the console, my (her?) four inch fuck me pump stuck into the wood grain. Long silver/grey stockings on that leg, all the way up, except a few inches short of....of

of...well, either of my underpants or not my underpants...jeez, this could almost be emabarrassing. My eyes glanced down as he was occupied with driving stuff, wow those tits had to be something? and the legs...whoa...the shoes were too tight (a digital recording was made for a requisition of a new pair)...but didn't her feet look so great? and those calves? sure better than the orthopedic black loafers I was used to looking down at...and and oops...his hand running up those stockinged legs...while trying to drive...

she gives a big smile...thighs open...well ok...that answers the panty question...he knows, but I don't...what does his smile mean?

and what really seems strange, is that it is getting hard to keep apart this me/and/she thing...my mind is kinda blending with her body? wow that is scarey...

the bar is just up here, he says with a smile, the car sliding into a spot...his hand sliding into a spot too...that spot...up my thigh and under my skirt...oops! is that a finger inside me? her? yup most be...eeeeewww really must be! really really! and he ain't taking it out either! oh oh, isn'that slurpey sound embarrassing? her hips jerk, squirm...another finger, I think, digging up there like an eager beaver finger...oh shit oh wow! I mean a gush, a wow, wet fountain all over his hand...feels like her tummey is pumping it out...

He smiles as his fingers dig in there, her butt trying to climb up and away, next time you better sit on a towel, he says, these are leather seats babe, you feel like niagra falls down there.

I can feel her blush, but at least that answers the panty question...in the negative.

 

[Kepic]

James

I didn't know what had come over me - or rather, I did, she had, all over my hand.

But, I wasn't intending to do that - sure, I could see she had nothing on under that short skirt, plain enough, and her legs were heavenly. The sight was driving me crazy, I was surprised I had managed to hold back the temptation this long before I'd slipped any fingers inside of her. Thank god that I had justed pulled up. She had felt really juiced up from the moment I had pressed my first fingertip between her petals. Now this looked like a girl who really enjoyed her job.

After she had cum, I noticed that sweet smell again, hard to miss it this time, as it was almost overpowering in the confines of the car. That was her? I lifted my slickened fingers to my nose. Yes, it was! I licked my fingers. And she tasted even better than she smelled! Boy, was Susan going to love getting her tongue into this one! I grinned merrily, and yes, so was I.

"Well, Kathy, here we are" I said, switching the ignition off and getting out. I had just opened her door by the time she had recovered from that orgasm. She had climaxed like a dam bursting its banks. What would she be like when she came, impaled on my cock? Or over Susan's face? I was wondering what Susan was planning right now - she had gone out to buy some new toys while I went looking for some extra company for us. She should be back right now, at home, getting changed. Which outfit would she be wearing? We had a wardrobe set aside for clothing for use in role-play, and a large trunk almost filled with an assortment of toys. Maybe she had bought something new to wear as well? This was going to be one long, memorable night. I hoped Susan had set up her hidden camera. I felt sure this was going to be something we were going to watch over and over again.

I helped Kathy out of the car, with my dry hand, and slipped my other hand down the low-cut back of her dress, leaving a trail of her own juices down her spine.

"What do you like to drink?" I asked, leading her into the bar. This was a place I frequented, and I was quite well known here. Susan had come in with me once or twice, and some of my closer friends here had seen tapes of our exploits, with Susan's blessings, so more than a few of the people here were going to know this girl wasn't my fiancee. I wondered what their reaction was going to be? I didn't care. Wait to I showed off tonight's tape!

 

[kathy stl]

Drink? If this person i am with enjoyed the taste from between my legs, white wine,white wine, will replenish, red wine will make stronger taste, stronger, stronger.

Oh man, whoever programmed this bitch has never been out on a date. I tied to make her smile, and apparently I suceeeded, because despite his obvious shock, almost laughter, at her first response, the smile sugar coated it all over.

Or maybe it was my (her?) long legs crossed up high in the tiny thing pretending as a skirt. Whatever, it looked like wine was coming our way (my way?) and it looked like like the subject was maybe confused but was engaged.

Male is engaged. Has enjoyed and been attracted to female lubrication juices oozing from warm slit between female legs. Positive response.

Oh whoa. Where was that kinda sh*t being sent off to? There must be a lot going on here that my poor brain couldn't grasp. All those years in the nursing home did not prepare me for this! But. But. Wow. Wow was the word we used way back whenever the last time a man touched me (me, not her, or whatever). His hand on my thigh, Mmmmmmm, Ohhhhh, yes. And heaven help me it was moving up my (her) firm smooth thigh, past the tops of the thigh top stockings, on to her (my?) bare upper thighs.

Oh wait, want are those buckle things he's fooling with? No way, garters and garter belt? Even I knew about pantyhose, why is she wearing this klunky stuff?, Oooooooo. Shut, shut ,shut up Kathy! nothing has felt this good in a long time.

The wine glass was in my hand, the taste on my (whose?) lips. Tasted strong and earthey. His lips on my face, ok I wanted it to be my face, and then he's talking about Susan? can this be a good thing. Or is the body I sort of possess about to receive some new impulse, new command from some dangerous place?

 

[intriguess]

i watch and record, making mental note to make mind body connection stronger as she seemed to be struggling, i flipped a switch and saw her body react, i could hear what he was saying very clearly and i bite my lip and nudged a dial making it so her body would respond to idea of threesome. i hated being overly controlling after all kathy had been such a sweet woman when i met her and convinced her to be test subject. i mentally wished she'd go to restroom and i'd work on the body/mind connection obviously the organic tissue interwoven with the mechanical body were not quite thouroughly meshed.

but at least he was hot, it would be an interesting first night for her if all else failed

 

[kathy stl]

He is talking to me or at her, or whatever, and totally out of my control she is doing the smiling thing. He looks too sharp for that smile, but still despite his efforts once very few secs his eyes glaze over and stare at her lips...wow what power.

I leaned forward, knowing my dress opened slightly, that her boobs pushed to "pop" out...and whispered in his ear...James, I haff to go pee pee ok?...it was not the raspy thin voice I had heard myself speak in for years and years...she spoke in a deep purr that climed outa her throat like a leopard.

Slid off the bar stool and catlike, stalked to the girls room. Oh whatever happened, they looks I saw in every man's eyes, staring at her sleek tight ass, listening to her heels click clickety click, it would all be worth it.

 

[Kepic]

James

We sat up on a pair of tall barstools at one end of the bar, her sipping the wine, while I had slipped my hand up her skirt again, up her bare thigh to hook my restless fingers under the cold buckle of a garter strap, slowly circling my fingers against her warm skin.
She said she needed the restroom, and I let her go, getting an eyeful of cleavage as she stood up.


[Edited by Kepic on 09-26-2000 at 11:44 AM]

 

[intriguess]

observer

perfect i thought as i slinked to restroom. i was alone until the click of those high heels brought her to me.

"how are you feeling kathy? did it feel nice?" i ask trying to be casual as my one hand slides up her skirt into her pussy slowly making adjustments so she can feel every sexual sensation. my other hand reaches around behind her and fingers dance lightly on her back adjusting her spine hearing the loud pop as things move into place. i see her lips moving as if she's been unfrozen.

"can you talk now? does this feel better? can you feel this intensely?" i ask fingers still moving inside her testing her reactions before letting her go

 

[kathy stl]

squeekey

ooc: the very words "entry points" could bring either chills or thrills to this girl...but...

ic: (in the restroom)oh my that issssss better, a sharp pain and then suddenly her whole back feel into place. And oh what kinda place! warmey, groovey feelings spreading out from her spine into her chest and tummey and hips. Oh my.
Who was this mysterious repairwomen putting her hand up my dress in the restroom? Vaguely remem her. Oh well go ahead Kathy, long as she's here, be a bitch.

Everytime I turn her head to the left it squeeks, "her" voice my words, really drives me nuts.

Not sure the smile program is working on this one.

 

[intriguess]

observer (for now)

"hmmmmmmm," i murmur pulling the wet fingers up and then rubbing the sweet juices along your neck and collar bones gently rubbing pressure points hearing a soft click as your neck starts to move smoothly.

"i'll adjust your voice," rubbing your throat fingers sliding along adjusting then leaning over and licking the soft indent at base of your neck.

"that should be better, don't worry about the smile, you mouth was made more for a sensual pout, try pouting for me."

 

[kathy stl]

pout? am I a child? but...must be another program she has. Lower lip gets fat, pokes out, eyes get wide and wet, ready to cry. She looks down with her hair in her face.

The repairwoman is staring very very closely.

ooc: want me to recruit a guy to join in? well I will and hope for best.

 

[intriguess]

"nope, too childish. more like this," i lick my lips softly and sexily pout, an enticing come hither look that would melt most mens wallets.

"is everything else working out?" cupping her breasts adjusting them giving them a nice squeeze.

 

[kathy stl]

golf tees

Trying to mimic her look. She is good, must come from being a real chick in a real wolrd. Less lower lip, softer in the eyes. She seems to nod approval. Gives my (her) boobs a nice firm squeeze, seems like longer than necessary to just adjust my bra or something. But, oh my, mmmmmm, now there is a sensation I could get used to! and I swear I hear two clicks, or pops, go off and feel her nipples swelling up and look down to see spikes like golf tees, I swear, poking out despite her bra and dress. And a warm pounding in my chest that started to spread through the rest of my body. When it felt like this I wanted it to be my body!

Everything else working out?

I came in here to pee, I say, and I really have to. With all this high tech why do I have to pee all the time? was that necessary?

 

[intriguess]

"pee? you shouldn't have to pee, you're a self contained model, hmmm must be pressure on what you think is your bladder." my hand slides up her shirt massaging little circles around the belly button until i hear your sigh of relief. "that's better, now about your nipples, i think there must be an overload on extension circuit, let's see if i can override it." my lips suck one nipple then other until both are rounder hard nubs the size of gum drops. "That's much better, smiling at the two wet spots, I pat your nice ass and give it a pinch and murmur "go get him tiger," and usher you out the door taking out my control panel and making notes and fine tuning adjustments

 

[kathy stl]

Well, that was interesting. That nipple thing especially. Who was that broad? Well she did fix that peeing problem. A fem that doesn't need to pee every fifteen minutes? can this be right?

Well for now, back to the bar and my mission, whatever that is. The trick at the bar, keeps talking about Susan, looks around and sees me. Smile program. Male response. Oh cookin now slut, cookin! Slide back on the bar stool, so so close to him, well now her skirt is definetely way up too high this time. When I was a young lady we just never would sit this way!