Sexbot Forever

[wickedpen]

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Living in the late twenty first century was an interesting time. We had consumed most of the world but escaped into silicon. Of course some extremely wealthy lived as humans, until they were too sick or damaged to continue, and then they would transition.
Crime was treated by putting criminals in simulations where they were able to commit their crimes or not without doing harm.
The AI of the day was good but the uncanny valley still existed for some, those that could afford it. Most people did not care of the sexbot sucking their cock or fucking their vagina was powered by AI or not. But a few, wealthy people did. For them the best sex was almost a challenge. To have sex with the most lifelike robot so they would not get tired or resist an of their perversions of sadism or whatever. But the AI was not enough. They wanted real intelligence. Real emotion driving and accepting them.
When it came to perversions and sexual desire I was unique. I was born Randall Thompson, "Randy" for short, into a wealthy clan and had the life. I took it too far, even for the rich. When I was 18 I killed a prostitute. I did not mean to. We were playing some bondage games and one of my knots failed and she fell at an awkward angle and snapped her neck. I happened to be in a bad part of the city and her pimp caught me before I could get out.
In the poor districts justice was different. In wealthy sections of town the poor were disposed of and the rich essentially free to do as they wish. If a rich person committed a crime against another rich person, who ever was willing to pay the most was exonerated. In poor districts there was a hierarchy based on power, physical power and violence one was able to muster. Big Daddy Jane was a bad man and Marcy was his ho. Marcy was the prostitute I had killed. Big Daddy Jane was who caught me.
I had been slumming for the rich. I liked real humans. Most of my peers were at upscale bot parlors where between the drugs and bots parties could go for days. Big Daddy Jane provided bots for these parlors. These were the bots powered by souls. Consciousness that had been put into the bots instead of AI. Usually BDJ got his souls from people who owed him money or did him wrong. I was one of those people.
I can still remember what BDJ said right before I was transitioned. "This will be heaven or hell for you Randy." Then blackness. I awoke or powered on inside a bot. It was familiar and oh so strange. I was sleeping on a mattress in a wet basement. It smelled and the only light was filtered by a sewer grate. I sat up and immediately realized things were different. First, I had tits, big firm tits. My short black slick backed hair was now long and blonde. I had no other hair on my body. I was naked and from what I could tell amazingly beautiful. I sat up, setting my bare feet on the wet concrete. I had some some neurosim stuff but this was all in. I was this woman.

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I squeezed my tits and felt a pleasurable sensation like when I used to feel my cock. I had no cock. I reached down and felt my pussy. Again a pleasurable sensation. I was that thing I always wanted as a human. My memories were all there. I remembered BDJ and Marcy and ...
A door I had not noticed opened across the room. "Well well well" BDJ walked in "Sweet baby Jane" he said with a loud manly laugh. "How's the new body Randy?"
"Fuck you" I said in a high pitched voice.
"All in good time" he said walking over and sitting on the cot next to me. "Mm you are easy on the eyes. All your rich boy friends are gonna be fighting to cum in you!" he said still laughing.
"This is fucked up" I sighed knowing there was no going back.
"No! Fucked up was killing Marcy. I loved that bitch" he said honestly.
I looked at him through what I knew were the bluest eyes a bot maker could make and said "yeah."
The crazy thing about this was I was kind of turned on. I mean I have always been a perv and had a libido that bots had a hard time with so this was just another game.

 

[KR22]

I tossed and turned trying to go back to sleep. Obviously BDJ had a new recruit next door and the racket his guys made setting her in there was obnoxious to say the least. I continued to lay there eyes closed but couldn't help but over hear BDJ making his introduction. "Randy" I whispered to myself laughing another gentlemen like myself making the BDJ transition I thought. My mood quickly changed after hearing what had happened to Marcy. My former roommate gone, dead never to be seen again. I didn't want to believe it but the tone in BDJ's voice this was no bluff or joke. At this point I wasn't getting back to sleep and it wasn't long till work up in the bar was about to start. I slipped out of bed and made my way to the duffle bag that was my wardrobe and as I pulled out my favourite pair of blue and white panties I heard BDJ close the adjacent door and walk up to mine.

"You'll be getting a new roommate in the next 24 hours" BDJ said sternly with even missing a stride as I heard him continue down the hall. I finished getting dressed and sat at the end of my bed waiting for our shifts to begin.

 

[wickedpen]

I did not know if it was the transition or the new body or the machine body or what but my head was not right. I sat in the room and saw a mirror on the wall across the room. I looked into the mirror and instinctively thought "she's hot." Then realized it was me.

"You really fucked up this time Randy" I said out loud echoing through the sewer like room. I pushed my tits up and pursed my lips like a model playfully.

"At least I haven't lost my sense of humor" I thought.

A door opened across the room and a guy came in carrying i tablet computer.

"Come on" he said. I did not move. He glanced down and swiped his fingers and I began to walk towards him. "Come on gorgeous time to go to your room." he said. I followed him automatically. I was naked and we walked though several tunnels and a few rooms and things became nicer and nicer until the walls were covered in red velvet and the floors hardwood. There were elegant lights on the walls and the doors were mahogany. They were numbered like a hotel.

"Number 6, this is your new home" he said standing aside as the door swung inward.

"Your roommate will be back after her shift. For now you can do what you want or just shutdown. Your new job starts tomorrow" he said with a smile. "Not so much a job for a whore like you though" he said with a serious sneer and closed the door firmly locking me in.

I looked around and saw comfortable couches and chairs. Two big canopy beds. It was like a room for two princesses. I picked up a silk paisley robe and pulled it on. Not sure why, I was a robot. I looked around and then sat in an overstuffed chair and pondered my new life.