Hellcats #6: Lovebot 2.0 (3 page)

“They are programmed to respond to physical pleasure in my partner. Bottom line: the more pleasure you feel, the more pleasure I feel. It, too, was built in as an incentive to do really good in bed. So, yeah, I was getting off,” Love explained.

“Have you ever thought about changing that...programming? So that it'd be more...fair, I guess?” Ryan asked.

Love laughed. “No way! Do you have any idea how easy it is to get guys off? Especially cute, young inexperienced guys? You blew off in like forty five seconds and it was white-hot pleasure all the way up,” she replied.

Ryan shifted uncomfortable. “Well, I mean, you were
really
good at it...”

“Oh, don't take that as a disparagement, I
like
that you're easy to get off. It means that, for this session,
I'm
easy to get off. Also, you seemed confused about all my stuff. I collect stuff, whatever catches my eye. Back when I was trying to...find myself, I added a, I guess you could call it, 'hobby' subroutine.” She laid back down next to him, sliding her body smoothly against him. “Now, I was thinking we could get to the main course. By which I mean intercourse,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down his chest and stomach.

“I would like that very much,” Ryan replied.

Love smirked. “I'll just bet you would.” She leaned in to kiss him. “Don't worry, I washed,” she said, then pressed her lips to his.

He felt the spark of arousal light within him again. A robot. He was going to have sex with a robot. Ryan knew he'd be lying if the thought had never crossed his mind. Sexbots weren't uncommon. If he'd saved his money for a few months, he could have bought a basic model. Something had stopped Ryan from buying a sexbot. There was something about it that he couldn't shake, something uncomfortable. It would have been of a significantly less complexity than Love, she seemed to be some higher order of sexbot, something that must have cost hundreds of thousands, if not more, credits. He wondered about how she came to be a mercenary.

Those thoughts were blown away, however, as his grasp found the curve of her perfect ass once more and he felt the press of her supreme breasts against his bare chest. Her lips and tongue were doing wonderful things as she kissed him. She reached down and gripped his stiffening cock and began to rub the sensitive spot on the bottom of it, near the head, with her thumb. He groaned into her mouth, and she groaned in response.

“I think someone's ready to get ridden,” Love said.

“Yes,” Ryan replied, his horniness already clouding his mind.

Love grinned and disengaged herself from him. Her movements dexterous and lithe, she straddled him, pushing him onto his back, reached down in between them, gripped his cock and slipped it expertly into herself. Ryan immediately groaned at the hot, wet tightness that seemed to grip him. He could feel the shape of her vagina changing, smoothing itself, perfecting its grip on him, expertly tailoring its shape to match his dick.

“Oh, Love,” he moaned as she began riding him. It was like sex but fully realized, absolutely perfect. Her movements were mechanical, sliding up and down his length with a machine perfection, her hands now behind her head, chest thrust forward. He stared up the length of her body as she writhed in pleasure atop him. Her perfect, huge breasts bouncing in sweet rhythm with the rest of her, the flawless inward curve of her stomach that drew his eye down to her broad, rounded hips. Then her thick, firm thighs that bulged with artificial muscle as she pushed herself up and down. And then there was his cock, disappearing and reappearing as she fucked him with her expertly crafted vagina. He looked back up at her face.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, then she gasped and moaned.

“Kinda...redundant question...huh?” he replied, then shoved his cock up into her, causing her to cry out in sudden extra pleasure.

“I find that guys like it when you ask,” she replied. “Now hold still.”

She stopped riding him for a moment, then slid herself dexterously around. She brought one leg up over him, twisted around and put the other leg where the first one had been. Now she was riding him reverse cowgirl, her big, smooth, silvery ass in plain view. She leaned forward, gripping his shins, crouching down on her knees, and continued riding him.

“Oh my god,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, Love, that is
amazing
.”

“Yes,” she cried out, going faster, “yes it really is. Fuck...
fuck
I missed this!” she yelled, propelling herself even faster up and down.

He reached out, ran his hands across the silky warmth of her hips, her ass, not knowing how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. It felt
too
good.

“Wait, don't finish yet,” she said, slowing.

“How could you tell?” he asked.

“Sensors, I told you,” she replied. “I want this to be a
really
good finish.” She paused for a moment, then, when she spoke again, he could hear the dirty smirk in her voice. “Take it out, put it in my ass,” she said.

“Oh wow, okay,” he replied.

She pushed herself up and he popped out. The seal of the tightness of her vagina made an actual popping sound when he came out, like a cork being freed from a campaign bottle. Love moved again, this time standing up, then squatting down, balancing herself on her feet. He guided his cock and she lowered her ass over it. It slipped in without any trouble. It was somehow even tighter than her vagina, almost too tight for him to fit.

“Ohhhhh
yes
,” Love moaned.

She continued riding him. Now it was even harder to keep his orgasm in, especially watching his dick disappear into the perfect roundness of her ass. He reached out and gripped her, first grabbing her ass then reaching up and grabbing her hips, pulling her down hard so that he went deeper inside of her. She cried out and so did he.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered. “Okay, don't hold back, let it go,” she said.

Ryan let go. It didn't take more than a few seconds, watching her ass, an ass that would put porn stars to shame, continue riding his dick.

It came,
hard
.

His dick began spasming, kicking violently inside of her, held in place by the tightness of her artificial ass. Love began crying out, her incredibly sexy voice sounding even more ridiculously sexy as she began to orgasm as well. Ryan lay immobilized, his body ceasing to function, the world dropping off around him as he came inside of her, his dick continuing to spasm violently as it spurted out what felt like buckets of his seed, filling her up to the brim.

As his senses came back to him, Ryan realized that he was gripping her hips and her ass, digging his fingernails in. Slowly, he released her, let his hands fall to his sides, chest heaving, slicked with sweat. Slowly, Love extracted him from inside of her, then lay down beside him, throwing one arm and one leg over him, resting her head on his chest.

“The girls picked very well,” she said.

“Oh?” he replied.

“Oh yes, indeed. Although it could be that I haven't had sex in a couple months...” she shook her head after a moment. “No, my memories are still very sharp. Crystal clear. It's some of the best sex I've ever had. Which meant that you
really
know how to enjoy yourself. I believe I'll stick around for a little while and enjoy you some more.”

“That would be awesome,” Ryan replied.

Love laughed and they both fell silent, laying there. Ryan was resting, recovering, but he wondered what Love was doing. He wondered if she needed something similar afterward, or if she was just being polite.

“I have a question,” he said.

“Mmm?” Love replied.

“What's your story?”

“It's boring, I'm afraid.”

“It probably won't be boring to me.”

“Fair point. Well...I was built about five years ago. A very high-end model, very expensive. I was a...mistress, I guess you could say, for a big time CEO. He was head a company that made spaceship engines. I had red hair then, and real skin, very pale. Redheads were popular at the time. Now its all blondes again. Anyway, we lived together for about a year. He got me right after his wife passed away. I mostly lived in his house, I was also his maid and cook, as you can imagine. He really only took me out for publicity events or photo shoots.”

“God, that must've been horrible,” Ryan murmured.

“You'd think so, but you don't really get bored when you
can't
be bored. I had a list of duties and felt...I guess you could call it 'satisfaction' when I fulfilled them. I mean, it'd be pretty stupid to create a being that existed solely to service you and then give them feelings and a mind of their own. That would be pretty cruel. Also...I just realized. You do kind of the same thing around here. I mean, not totally the same, but...” She shrugged.

“The big difference is that I
want
to have sex and maintain the ship. If I really wanted to, I could leave, though I can't imagine wanting to,” Ryan replied.

“Yeah, good point. So, looking back on it now, yeah, it sucked. I'd lose my shit if I had to do that again. But at the time...” she shrugged. “It made sense. I mean, I was designed and I was doing what I was designed to do.”

“So...what changed?” Ryan asked.

“The CEO was assassinated. This...bombshell babe in a skintight suit of very thin but durable armor shows up in the bedroom one night and kills him. Just like that. Sprinkled a little bit of powder into his mouth and he was dead in a few minutes. Never woke up. I didn't know what to do. I was 'asleep' next to him, since he programmed me to do so, but I woke up as soon as she entered the room. I've since determined that the only thing that allowed me to make the decision to keep quiet while she was doing her work was a glitch in my system. Anyway, I sat up and she just looked at me. I thought she might try to kill me, but she didn't. She asked who I was and I told her. It didn't take her long to piece together that I was also a sexbot.”

“So what did she do?” Ryan asked, enraptured by now.

“She rescued me. She was appalled by my living situation. She had to hit me with a power surge that knocked me out, because while the glitch had let me stand by and watch her kill the CEO, I couldn't have left the structure of my own free will, since I didn't really have any. When I woke up, it was two weeks later. She had added all sorts of things to my programming. She said there'd be a spark of sentience in me, and she'd simply added some kindling to the flame. For the first time ever, I...
wanted
, instead of just doing what I was programmed to do. The woman, a freelance assassin named Jade, took me on as her partner, taught me all about assassinating and having a life of my own. It was really quite wonderful.”

“But what about...I don't know, I mean, can you just be a free-willed robot? I don't really know the legality of the situation,” Ryan replied, feeling awkward, hoping he wouldn't offend her.

“It took a little bit legal, or strictly speaking illegal, maneuvering, but yes, robots can apply for citizenship. I did. Technically speaking, I deal in stocks and also run numbers for smaller corporations who don't have the computational power necessary and find it cheaper to hire out. So that's how I get my money. But I've since gotten a license to bounty hunt. I spent a year with Jade. After that, I spent a year alone, setting up a life for myself. When I got tired of assassinations, I went into bounty hunting, and that's how I met these girls. They were doing a bounty hunting gig and we crossed paths. Usually I don't respond well to rivals but...I don't know, there was just something about them that I really liked. So we agreed to join forces.

“And the rest, as they so often say, is history.”

“You were wrong. It was very interesting,” Ryan said after a minute of silence.

Love laughed. “Well, I'm glad you thought so.”

“Wouldn't...” he hesitated.

“What?”

“Well, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I guess I was just thinking...wouldn't life be easier without sex? I mean, I guess it wouldn't if you could get it easily enough, and I know guys don't have problems fucking robots.”

“They're a little more touchy about it if you don't look human, surprisingly. Most guys I've met fall into one of a few different categories, either don't want to fuck a sexbot, they don't want to fuck a sexbot that doesn't look human, or they're all talk and no action. I mean, if I try hard enough, I can get laid, probably more easily than Emily can. But yeah, you're right. Life without sex is, in fact, a lot easier. I've seen a lot of people get depressed, doubt their self-worth, get angry or apathetic, make stupid decisions, when they can't find someone to have sex with. And, of course, being programmed with something at least resembling human emotions, I kind of get that way myself. The biggest difference is, I can turn my sex drive off.

“Everything becomes a lot clearer then, a lot easier. Sometimes I leave it off for months. And then...I don't know, I'll see a cute guy, or girl, walking around, I'll see an ad for porn online, I don't know,
something
will remind me about sex, and then I'll realize that I miss having it. I miss the pleasure, the way someone's face looks when they're having an orgasm, the closeness of it all. But mostly I just miss the way it feels.”