by H.G. Swells (Harry Grimsac)
Year: 2121 A.D.
I just sold my youngest son to a biomech engineer from New Hong Kong. With the trade-in allowances and my credit bonuses I was able to purchase a new prototype service-droid with all the newest features:
- Soft skin
- Analog processor
- Custom Attitude adjusters
- Self-maintenance package
- A few features I've never heard of.
I chose a sporty model, female, with bronze complexion, good muscle tone, and interchangeable snap-on faces. I got a really good deal on her because she hasn't been market researched yet.
When the crate arrived I could have pried it open with my boner I was so excited! I sifted through the packing material, laid the pieces out on the floor and began putting her together. The snap-on faces looked creepy staring at me through their plastic bags. They were VERY realistic, even to the touch. I picked out a face from random to start with; it was labeled "20th century tennis pro".
When I finished, she looked as real as any other Scandinavian super-model. The only way to tell the difference was the telltale zipper running up her crack and halfway up her back.
I didn't waste any time reading the stupid manual; I just reached for the remote control and switched her on. She blinked, smiled, and spit-up a little bit of WD-40 now dribbling down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand.
"Oops!" she said. "Pardon me."
"Uh, what's your name?" I asked.
"El Que Ex stroke Eight Three Nine" she said, and took a piss on the floor. Maybe I should have read the manual. She obviously needed calibrating.
"Why don't I just call you 'Inga'?"
"Ok, whatever... Let's fuck!" She ran forward tearing at my shirt and I dropped the remote. Somehow she managed to unzip my pants and pull them around my ankles before I could say anything.
"Whoa! Hold on, not yet! You still need to be fine-tuned!" I fended her off and picked up the remote. I aimed it at her.
"NOOOOO!" she panicked and lashed her foot out, hitting me in the crotch so hard I flew backwards off my feet. I still had the remote but I was too busy writhing around to use it. She leaned down and pried my knees apart. I was no match for her berserking strength; she swept my hands aside and gripped my nuts.
Even though my pants were around my ankles she stood me up and snarled, "Who's controlling who, Dickweed? I said Let's Fuck! So use 'em or loose 'em!" She tightened her grip for emphasis.
I tried to say, "Not now, I have a head-ache." but all that came out was, "eeUng! ISH! OuuhlgH!"
I franticly started mashing buttons on the remote control. Not because it was a good idea, but because I was having major convulsions. Her face froze, then her eyes darted around for a second, then a slow smile spread across her face as she stared at something people cannot see. The pressure of her grip stopped but she was frozen stiff...
Now what? It would be too embarrassing to call the fire department or an ambulance to please kindly remove this robot from my sac. I looked at the remote but of course it wasn't self-explanatory, and the owner’s manual was all the way across the room.
[I hate when that happens]
After some thought I decided that I may be able to pull my balls from her frozen grip if I wank-off and allow them to shrink a little bit. It was rough going at first because my balls ached so badly, but she was very sexy and naked which helped some. Hey, I was actually kinda enjoying it...
~Spoink! ~ It worked! My balls popped out of her hand and I sat down relieved. I lit up my last cigarette and pondered what to do next. I caught myself getting a boner again as I thought about how she kicked me so hard. "Hmmm, strange." I started reading the manual to learn how to use the remote and made a few adjustments. I switched her back on.
"Oh, Honey, are you ok?" she said. She sat down next to me and started massaging my wounded bits.
"Er, yeah, actually. I was wondering if you could do it again. I think I kinda liked it." I stood up in front of her.
"Really?" she looked surprised then she smiled and crossed her legs bouncing her foot up and down. "Ok!" With that, she shot her foot up. Her toes were bent back so the ball of her foot hit my sac solid.
"Oh, SHIT!" in all my sexual excitement I had forgotten how fucking badly it hurt.
"Errrrgh! Owie, owie, ow!" but sure enough, in spite of the agony, I was rock-hard.
"Can we PLEASE have sex now?" she asked, sweetly...
Afterwards, I realized I had no more cigarettes and I wasn't up to walking anywhere in my condition. I decided to see how she would do out on her own with a mission.
First she needed clothes. I gave her an old pair of my pants but they were too tight around the hips and not nearly long enough to cover her 38-inch legs; they looked ridiculous. So I cut them off into shorts. I gave her a T-shirt and she tied the bottom up tight. The only shoes I had that fit her were an old pair of combat-boots I had from the Los Angeles War of 2112.
Now she looked like she should be posing next to a Hot-Rod for a calendar. Oh well, that will have to do. I gave her some money and directions to the shop around the corner.
"Don't let anyone touch you." I said. "And whatever you do, don't let ANYBODY talk you into going anywhere with them. You are to come straight back here after you get the cigarettes."
"Ok, will do! I'll be back soon!"
Fifteen minutes later I began to worry. Not because it was taking too long but because I saw a cop-ship glide past my window in the direction of the shop with it's alarms blaring. Just before I started panicking the front door slid open and she walked in smiling.
"That was fun! Here you go, Sweetie." she handed me the cigarettes and the money and kissed me on the forehead.
"Why do you still have the money?" I asked. "What the hell happened?"
"You were right, people were touching me and some men wanted to take me away with them. Here, I'll show you." She went over to the crate that delivered her and pulled out an RCA cable. She plugged two ends into my DVD player and stuck the other red end up her left nostril, and the yellow end up her right. She turned on the TV and sat down Indian style next to it.
The picture that came up on the screen was a view through her eyes as she entered the corner-shop. The clerk's eyes bulged out of his head as he looked her up and down.
"What can I do for you, Ma'am?" he said, looking directly into her tits.
"Can I have a pack of Marlboro 100's, please?"
"Sure!" He coolly slid them across the counter to her. "That'll be $18.95, please."
"Thanks!" she said and turned to walk out the door.
"Wait a minute! You have to pay for those!" As she walked out to the street I could hear shuffling noises and footsteps running up behind her. She turned her head to the left to see a hand on her shoulder. With her right hand she grabbed his fingers and peeled them back with a sick crunching sound. She spun around, pulled him towards her, and brought her knee up hard into his crotch.
He slammed back into the door and slid down as she gave him a final kick with her boot. He flopped forward.
"Don't touch!" she said, and turned to walk down the street...
She fast-forwarded a little bit. "Check THIS out."
A flashing cop-ship hovered down onto the street next to her and two cops jumped out blowing their whistles like crazy.
"Right! What's all this then? Hold it right there, Miss!" said the first cop.
"It seems you want to go around pinching cigarettes without paying, and beating on the local merchants!" said the second. "You'll have to come with us down to the station."
"I can't. I'm not supposed to!" she replied.
"Eh? I dare say! Get in the ship, Miss!"
"Hi-Yah!" she screamed and jumped forward with a flying drop-kick to his groin. He landed on his face with his ass sticking up in the air. She spun around to face the other cop. He drew his gun and pointed it at her. Before he could yell "FREEZE BITCH!" she ducked down and rolled towards him. She shot both her feet up together into his policeman's balls. He flew back about six feet and she jumped on top of him. She hammered her fist down into his nuts several more times for good measure.
Now the first cop was trying to get back up so she grabbed his left ankle and pulled it high into the air. He flopped on his back and she came down with an elbow-drop between the legs. She brushed herself off and checked to make sure the cigarettes weren't broken and headed back.