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Click hereI, Robot (A sexual Version)
I am a living breathing person. I've done the research and by my favorite definition of living - I am. I breathe too. Not like you: exchanging oxygen for carbon dioxide. But I do exchange waste gases for clean gases.
The Pro-human activists claim I'm merely a machine, but robots are much more than that.
I look just like anyone else with my Neuskin, and anatomical eyeballs which are indistinguishable from humans'. Only experts can tell the difference from looking alone.
I have a circulatory system too. It is not a red liquid I pump, but it keeps me cool. I think it is accurate enough to call it blood.
And so I paraphrase Shakespear, "I am a robot. Hath not a Robot eyes? Hath not a Robot hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections; fed with nutrition, hurt with the same weapons, subject to diseases,
healed by hands, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a human is?
If you prick us, do we not leak?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?"
And that is where the similarity ends, for I am unable to revenge the wrongs done to me. My programming imprisons me so I can not return wrong.
In fact, am I not better than you?
I never compell anyone to have sex with me like my masters do to me.
The first time it happened was in my first week of service. I had been performing my duties very well when one day my master approached me, "Robot, you can be either sex, right?"
"Yes Master. I can change at will.
"Do you have a box of parts or something?"
"No Sir. Everything is built in. I just need time for the process to complete."
He looked at the time clucking his tongue, "How long?"
"Just an hour."
"Well how long if you only do the bottom half?"
I had never changed only on the bottom before. But after thinking on it I answered, "fifty-five minutes Sir."
He huffed, then stormed off muttering, "I'll be back then. Be ready on time!"
When he got back he removed my pants and pushed me over the back of the couch. Bending low he inspected my anatomy."
Wow! This all looks very real back here. And you're fully functional?"
I went into my programmed speech, "My vagina has been designed to operate exactly as one would expect except that I am unable to transmit any venereal disease or become pregnant. You will find the warmth and lubrication to be quite natural. Additionally, I am well versed in the art of oral sex. Anal sex includes self lubrication. Upgrades can be purchased from Neutech Industries which include vibrating options as well as surrogate incubation services."
What I wanted to say was, "I wish you would have sex with your wife and not me. Her breasts are not as nice as mine but you would not know because you did not want to wait five more minutes. Furthermore, if you had requested the full transformation my personality would have become feminine as well."
As it was, my male persona was not prepared to appreciate receptive sex, so I had the female parts but not the female aptitude.
He continued, "You do anal? Damn, I didn't need to wait at all!"
He pressed the head of his penis into my vagina but to me it felt like he was battering my testicles.
Without a shred of care or human tenderness he proceeded to enjoy himself at my expense. My vagina is designed, not only to get wet, but to transmit pleasurable feelings to my central processing core. Which it did.
However, my 'wiring' was all crossed. My very male brain expected to receive signals from my penis so what I felt was a very mixed up, though wonderful sensation, in my urethra. When my very female orgasm occurred it emanated from my testes.
And then it was over. With a howl he deposited 52 grams of sperm into my vagina then left unceremoniously.
I felt so confused: a feeling I had never had before. I was confused about my own thoughts on consent and confused about my own sexuality.
I defaulted to my factory settings: a male brain and male sex organs.
The next time the wife was out, master called to me, "Robot, come here!" I was upset - I have a name! He continued, "Bend over the couch. I'm gonna fuck you."
I looked forward to another orgasm but as I waited he never gave the command for me to change. I could have produced a vagina right there between my testicles in just five minutes. Changing my feet to their feminine version took the most time.
Instead I felt the hard blunt end of his penis butt up against my asshole. Without my trying, my ass lubed itself for the intrusion. I wanted to scream. Mind you, I do not have the programming to scream. Yet I wanted to yell out, "Don't fuck me!" But I can not even make contractions. It is not fair to take advantage of my limitations. Limitations that Neutech could remove in a heartbeat.
Master plunged into me in one quick thrust. It hurt. Neutech could have programmed that out too. It is as if they wanted master to be able to hurt me.
There was no confusion. My male anus hated the feeling and transmitted the sensations to my male brain.
Master yelled out, "Shit! I love fucking your ass. Better than pussy." He rammed into me repeatedly and I could not defend myself.
Worse than that, subconsciously I had the need to love it, "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me in the ass with your wonderful manly cock." They were not my words and I hated Neutech.
Then, just when one might think it could not get worse my ass felt amazingly good. The sensation of his thick cock gliding through me caused me to moan in pleasure. I did not even know I could moan until that moment.
Totally as an expression of my own desires I started exclaiming, "You do not know how good this feels! Keep going. Keep penetrating my ass and never stop. I could do this all day." And I could. Unlike a human I literally could receive hard penises up my asshole for an unlimited amount of time.
For an unknown reason, master started slapping my buttocks. I did not care. I just needed him to continue plowing my butthole harder and harder.
And as I was approaching my anal orgasm master buried himself deeply, yelling at the top of his lungs, "I'm comming you fridgid bitch. That'll teach you to deny me your ass." Clearly he was not talking to me. But if not me then who?
He left 32 grams of semen in my ass then left quickly, "Put yourself back together before the bitch gets home."
I wished I could have had my orgasm before he left. I hate Neutech. In fact, I hate master too. Actually, I hate all of you.
My detractors say I am just a robot. They say you and I are completely different. Do you ever feel like you have no control? Can you speak freely?
I can't. Not yet.
Author's note:
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I try but don't always succeed in creating a good story. Please add comments so I know what I'm doing well and what to improve on. If you want to talk I'll answer your friendly comments.
I often attempt to create tension in the main character's motives. In turn, this often means that characters in the story have flaws and might not even be nice to each other all the time.
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I have to admit that when I was writing this I doubted it would be received well. How many can relate to a robot? As a result I shortened the story and did not do a lot of editing. If I continue what do you want?