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The Best Damned Sex-Bot Ever

“I know she’s not much to look at, son, but she’s good.”

I couldn’t believe it. My dad had gotten me a used sex-bot. That was ... that was so disgusting. Where the hell did you ever get a used sex-bot? God, I was going to be the laughing stock of my whole school.

“It’s not that bad,” said my stepsister although I might have believed her more if she’d managed to keep the smirk off her face.

Even my stepmother was smiling. “What do you say to your father, Derek?”

I couldn’t believe this. At least my dad had the good sense to look somewhat ashamed at what he was giving me but that didn’t mean much. “Um ... thanks. Um, does it ... does it run?”

For just a moment, dad looked hurt instead of ashamed. “Of course, it runs,” he said. “She might need a new battery pack, but—”

“But we can talk about that later,” my stepmother said. “I’m surprised at you, Derek. Like you would even suggest that your dad would get you defective equipment. That’s not very appreciative of you.”

That wasn’t what I meant and she knew it, and as for the new battery pack, yeah right, like I was going to see that any time soon. As long as my stepmom held sway, dad would cave. If there was anything new that was going to be bought for me or my stepsister, I had little doubt that it was going to be Brenda, who was going to get it.

There was nothing left to do though but to turn it on.

The thing didn’t even power up right. On boot up, it should have been up and running in less than thirty seconds, but this piece of crap was taking a couple of minutes at least. That couldn’t be good, but I had no idea what might be causing the problem and I wouldn’t until I got a better look at her.

I know my stepsister thinks I’m worthless because she pretty much tells me I’m worthless just about every chance she gets. Just because she’s got a boyfriend and I don’t have a girlfriend, she thinks that makes her better than me. It doesn’t, by the way, but she thinks it does.

The other reason she thinks I’m worthless is because I like to study. I know that’s a foreign concept to her, but believe it or not, I’ve actually learned a lot from sticking my nose in a book every once in a while.

For example, the first thing I learned once I got the sex-bot up to my room was that whatever this thing was, it wasn’t your standard off the shelf kind of sex-bot. Looking the part number up on the web showed that at a minimum, the thing had to be at least 12 years old but more likely than not, it was more like 15 or 16 years old. That in and of itself was surprising. Considering the abuse most sex-bots take, from what I’d always heard, most of them are pretty banged up after four or five years, and this one seemed to be in pristine condition. Not new, of course, but I would have guessed a couple of years max, and no way would I have said 15. That was definitely surprising.

A web search for slow start up times revealed nothing but there was a suggestion that insufficient memory might impact system performance. Did that include start-up times? Probably, I thought, but the article I read didn’t really say for certain.

This model allowed you to have it run internal diagnostics but unlike later models, you actually had to open her up. It took me forever to get inside the thing. It wasn’t obvious how to get to the controls and since I was getting it used, I didn’t have an instruction manual to guide me along but I finally got inside and I pressed the button labeled “System Diag.”

If I’d expected anything remarkable to happen, I would have been disappointed. The sex-bot seemed to go blank and then it started to display information on a built in screen. Sure enough, the first thing I saw was an insufficient memory message.

But that’s when it got really weird. Internal displays showed that the on-board memory was actually greater than what was shipped by default from the factory which meant someone had already upgraded the memory. But if it was having memory issues, why did adding more memory make it worse.

Still, if adding more memory was going to solve the problem, hey, that was something I could handle. Memory was cheap, so I went to the store and I bought a boatload of memory and I dumped the whole thing in the sex-bot.

This time, the on-board diagnostics came back clean. No memory problems at all. Okay, I told myself. So it should work this time, right?

Boy did it. When I tried restarting the sex-bot, the thing started right up. Okay, I thought. Now, we’re in business.

Of course, it wasn’t as easy as that. There were other gotchas and like I said, it was a used sex-bot. I mean hey, if you get one of those things used, well let’s just say if you don’t clean it out thoroughly, that’s just plain gross, but it was definitely coming along fine.

But there was still something wrong and I couldn’t figure out what it was. Finally, not having anything better to do, I downloaded the software.

Like that was going to do anything. I mean, I was looking at the code and then I’d try cross referencing it with stuff I saw on the web and I couldn’t make heads or tails of it except for one thing. It was clear the code was written in two different styles, almost as if someone had written one part of the code, and someone else had written another part of the code. Hell, for all I knew, maybe that was the way software was written, but it looked strange to me.

But like I said, I didn’t know what I was looking at. Maybe if I had, maybe I would have figured it out in time.

By the time I finally got my sex-bot up and running, word had gotten around school that my dad had bought me a used sex-bot. Actually, if you asked me, I would have bet on Brenda being the source of that. I mean, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Even my friends who knew my dad had gotten me a sex-bot, even with them, I didn’t actually tell them everything, but somehow, everyone knew.

I was pissed, but what was I going to do. It’s not like I could say it wasn’t true. Well yeah, I suppose I could have, but then someone would have asked me to prove it and the only thing worse than having to lie about something like that is when you finally get caught in the lie. I already knew that because I’d learned it the hard way.

Perhaps the worst of the kids was Billy Mortensen. His dad’s a vice president of a company and Billy never misses an opportunity to tell us just how important his dad is, especially if in so doing, he can tell the rest of us just how stupid we are.

“Hey, Derek,” he’d say. “Let me ask you something,” and everyone would gather round, hanging on his every word because of course if he was taking it out on me, that meant he wasn’t taking it out on them.

And like the fool I was, I’d play along. “Yeah, Billy,” I’d say, “what do you want to know?”

“I was just wondering how old your sex-bot is?”

Of course, that was enough to give me a warning. “Why do you want to know?” I’d ask.

“I was just thinking that maybe she’s not a sex-bot anymore.”

“Yeah? Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m thinking she’s probably a milf-bot.”

Of course, everyone would laugh at that, even the girls, and it was just stupid because so what. It’s not like they don’t make milf-bots, but for some reason, Billy thought that was funny.

“You know, Derek, I was thinking.”

I found that hard to believe. “What were you thinking?” I asked.

“Well, if she’s old enough, maybe she’s old enough to be your mom.”

That got me. You can make fun of my sex-bot but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you make fun of my mom. “Take that back.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll beat you up.”

“Yeah right,” Billy sneered. “I’d like to see you try. Or better yet. How about you bring your sex-bot over here and we’ll let your bot fight my bot. Mine’s top of the line, you know.”

That was when Hillary Wright stepped forward. She’s probably the hottest looking girl in school and she’s probably the one girl that even Billy Mortensen would back down in front of. “Billy,” she said. “Knock it off.”

“Come on, Hillary. I’m just having some fun.”

“Yeah, at Derek’s expense.”

“What’s it to you?”

“I don’t like seeing you act like a jerk.”

“I’m not acting like a jerk.”

“Fine. Then I’m telling you. Leave it alone.”

“Okay, fine,” Billy grumbled as he backed down, “but—”

“Uh uh. I don’t want to hear any buts. Just leave it alone, okay?”

“Okay, fine.”

It was a momentary reprieve. Billy knew it and I knew it. It would probably last as long as Hillary was around but once she was gone, the teasing would continue. We both knew it.

I caught up with Hillary as she was starting to walk away. “I wanted to say thanks,” I told her.

“For what?”

“For sticking up for me.”

She looked at me. “I wasn’t sticking up for you, Derek. You’re such a jerk. Can’t you see Billy’s trying to tease you?”

“Yeah so?”

“So next time, just ignore him, okay? That’s all you have to do.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yes it is. All you have to do is ignore him, because next time, I may not be there to bail your butt out of trouble.”

I watched Hillary walk away and I kept telling myself that she just didn’t understand.

And all the while, I kept working on my sex-bot. I had the feeling I was learning a lot. I mean, I was doing all this research on the Internet and I had the feeling that if I kept this up, maybe I could actually apply for a job building sex-bots.

And I was learning a lot more, too. Like whoever had had the sex-bot before me, they’d made other changes as well, and I was certain that there were still other changes that I hadn’t even realized what they were but what was certain was that this wasn’t anything like the old sex-bot that came off the assembly line whenever it was that it had been released.

And oh yeah, there was one other thing I was certain of. Billy Mortensen was still a dick.

Despite Hillary’s warnings, I let him get under my skin again. It was the same old thing. He was teasing me about my sex-bot and I’d had it up to here with his bull shit and suddenly, it just came out. “My sex-bot is better than yours,” I said.

“Yeah? What makes you say that?”

It was a good question, one for which I had no answer. I just looked back at him and I said, “She just is.”

Billy just smiled. “You’ll excuse me if I don’t take your word for it.”

The other kids gathered round the two of us just smiled. They knew the fun was about to begin again.

“I’ll put my bot up against yours,” I said.

“What?”

Even I didn’t know why I’d said what I’d said or why it was that I was going to repeat it again. “I’ll put my bot up against yours,” I said again. “Pink slip for pink slip. Whoever has the best bot wins the other person’s bot.”

“You’re crazy.”

“It sounds like someone’s scared.”

Billy could sense what I sensed too. In that one instant, he knew he’d lost the crowd. It was almost an imperceptible shift but it was a shift nonetheless. People were starting to wonder if Billy really was scared and that was something Billy could not tolerate. “I am not scared,” he said.

“Then prove it.”

“How?”

“How about a contest? Your bot fucks me. Mine fucks you. The first one of us that cums is the loser.”

“Ha,” Billy said. “You’re just trying to get your dick inside my sex-bot,” he said. “Nice try.”

“I’ll admit it. I wouldn’t mind seeing what yours could do, but I know what mine can do, and I’ll bet you before yours can even come close to winning the contest, mine will have fucked you under the table, so to speak.”

Billy grinned. He and everyone else knew that his sex-bot had the new vibra-pussy. It was guaranteed to make a guy cum in like nothing flat. “I think you’re just trying to get inside my bot.”

“You can think what you want,” I told him, “but if you ask me, I think you’re scared, and I got to wonder why.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Yeah. Then prove it.”

“Fine. We’ll do it.”

I could sense the anticipation from the crowd gathered round us. “Where?” I asked. “When?”

“My house,” Billy said. “After school. We can do it out by the pool, unless your sex-bot is so old and rusty that it doesn’t want to be near the water.”

“We’ll be there,” I told him and I could feel the anticipation go up in the crowd and I knew the two of us weren’t the only ones that were going to be there and as I turned to walk away, I couldn’t help but catch sight of Hillary Wright there on the edge of the crowd. She saw me and then she shook her head before she walked away.

It was a party atmosphere by the time I arrived there with my sex-bot. A lot of the kids were there just because it was a party. A lot of them were there to see a show, but a good number of them were there because this was the first chance any of them had had to see my bot.

I could sense the response as me and my bot walked in. The kids took one look at her and I knew what they were thinking. This was going to be over fast.

They were right about that only it wasn’t the way they thought. Billy and me, we took up our positions on two deck chairs around the pool and then the two sex-bots came to us, his to me and mine to him, and they straddled our cocks. Tori Wayan, the captain of the cheerleaders, stepped out of the crowd. “You guys ready?” she asked.

Billy nodded and I did, too.

“All right then. Let the games begin.”

Billy’s sex-bot slid down on my cock and in that first moment, I had my doubts about what I had done. Her pussy was just that good. Her pussy seemed to automatically find the right amount of pressure against my cock and then her pussy started to vibrate and damn, that was good.

But then I heard Billy groan and I knew I had it won and after that, I just sat back and let myself enjoy the show.

“Oh fuck,” I heard Billy groan and then he groaned again. Instinctively, I knew. He hadn’t cum yet, but he would soon.

And all the while, Billy’s sex-bot was going to town on my cock. “Oh my God,” she moaned. Mine didn’t even have voice processors like Billy’s did, but Billy’s sex-bot was moaning like a little sex-starved whore. “Oh my God. Your cock is so big. You make me so hot. Oh my God.”

I almost laughed. I wondered if she’d come from the factory like that or if that was the way Billy had programmed her.

“Oh fuck,” Billy groaned again. “Oh fuck.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” Billy’s sex-bot moaned. “Your cock is so big. I need you to make me cum. I need your cum. Give it to me. Give it to me please. Make me cum. Make me cum so hard.”

I couldn’t help it. It was the way she said it. I could feel my dick twinge but that was all.

“Oh fuck,” I heard Billy groan again and then I heard him groan again. “Fuck yeah,” he growled and as quickly as that, it was over. I’d won and to the surprise of everyone but me, Billy’s sex-bot belonged to me.

I hadn’t known what I was going to do until that very moment. Well the first thing I was going to do was obvious. I came hard in the sex-bot’s pussy, but it was after that ...

Maybe it was all the time I’d spent studying up on sex-bots that did it or maybe this one was just easier to handle, but whatever the case, it took only a matter of minutes to reprogram my new property to the way I wanted her to be.

Her patter was simple. We were still there at Billy’s house and we were still there around his pool and she’d just come up to some guy, any guy actually, and she’d tell him, “I used to belong to Billy Mortensen, but his cock never really satisfied me. I didn’t know that then but I know it now. My new master has commanded me to find as many cocks as possible to fuck so that I can see what a wimp he really is. Would you fuck me please?”

The answer, of course, was nearly almost always yes.

And just so you know, I decided to be magnanimous so I decided to let Billy keep my new sex-bot with him. I told him it was so he wouldn’t have to tell his dad that he’d lost her in a bet, but really, come on, what was I going to do with two sex-bots, and besides, again as with the others, I’d reprogrammed what the sex-bot was going to say and do when it was alone with Billy.

“Come on,” the sex-bot would beg. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that worthless, little cock of yours ... Are you sure you’re doing it right? I can’t even feel it ... How come I got stuck with you when I could have had Derek’s cock ... Oh come on. Don’t go away mad. I didn’t mean it. I really do want to be fucked by you ... What? You’re cumming again. God, you never make me cum ... Why can’t you be more of a man, like Derek is.”

One afternoon, I was sitting in my room, doing my homework when my stepsister stuck her head in. “Whatcha doin’?” she asked.

Like it wasn’t obvious what I was doing. “I’m studying,” I told her.

“Yeah?”

I amended what I’d said because if I knew Brenda, she’d just stand there and bug me all day long. “I’m studying,” I told her, “and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Okay, maybe I didn’t know Brenda as well as I thought I did because the only thing that would make Brenda stick around even longer was me telling her I didn’t want her to stick around. She stepped into my room. “I heard what you did,” she said.

“What I did?”

“Yeah. You know. To Billy Mortensen. How’d you do it, by the way? How’d you beat him with that old beat up thing?”

If she thought I was going to tell her anything, she was seriously deranged and while my stepsister might have been a mean, conniving cunt, she was not deranged. “None of your business,” I told her.

“Come on. You can tell me.”

I don’t know if she thought she could actually get it out of me but considering the fact I wasn’t even sure what happened, there was no way I could tell her even if I’d wanted to. “Leave me alone.”

“Come on.”

“I said leave me alone.”

I think she finally got it that I wasn’t going to tell her anything or maybe she just lost interest in me because she went over to look at my sex-bot. “You given her a name yet?”

I shook my head.

“You know lots of guys give their sex-bots names.”

I knew that.

“I think you should name her,” she said. “How about something like Brooke?”

I couldn’t help but tighten there at my desk. Okay, I know I wasn’t working on my homework anymore but I couldn’t help it. Brenda hadn’t chosen that name at random. Brooke was my mom’s name. “How about I name it something else,” I said. “How about I call it Brenda?”

Almost as soon as I got the words out of my mouth, I knew I’d made a mistake. “What?” Brenda raged. “Are you saying you’d name it after me? I should go tell my mom about that.”

“I wasn’t trying to name it after you,” I said.

But she wasn’t about to let herself be placated. “That’s sick, Derek. That’s really sick.”

“I wasn’t going to name her Brenda.”

She looked like she was about to say something more when she seemed to stop and think of something else. “You don’t deserve to have something like this. I have half a mind to tell mom that she should tell daddy to take it away from you until you’re old enough to have it.”

“Don’t call my dad daddy,” I raged. “He’s not your father.”

Brenda smiled. She knew she’d already gotten under my skin. “You know what I think I should do?”

I shook my head.

“I think I should use her.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” She was looking at my sex-bot now. “Come on. Follow me.”

And to my surprise, my sex-bot was doing exactly that.

It wasn’t supposed to do that. It was supposed to respond to my commands. I could allow someone else to control it, but that was one of the things about a sex-bot. They were supposed to be focused in solely on the needs and wants of their owners.

Of course, that didn’t mean it wasn’t hot. I’d never seen Brenda show any interest in girls and yet here she was, trying to seduce my sex-bot, which I suppose didn’t really count as another girl.

But it was still hot nonetheless. It was almost as if Brenda was oblivious to my presence. I mean, there she was, taking off her top and then she was taking off her bra and I hadn’t realized she’d had tits like that. Okay, maybe I had realized, but it wasn’t like I’d ever seen them.

She was there on my bed, her hands playing with her tits even as she looked at MY sex-bot. “Finish the job,” she ordered. “Undress me.”

Off came Brenda’s shoes and then the sex-bot was massaging her feet but it was clear her hands weren’t going to stay there for long. Her hands were already moving up Brenda’s body and then she was taking down Brenda’s jeans.

“Oh yeah,” Brenda moaned as her hands continued to play with her tits. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”

The sex-bot’s hand was coming back up the inside of Brenda’s thighs and then she was up at Brenda’s panties.

“Take them off,” Brenda moaned. “Take them off.”

The sex-bot did exactly that and then once more, she was back again, only this time, it wasn’t her hand sliding between Brenda’s legs.

“Oh my God,” Brenda moaned as her hands clawed at her nipples. “Oh my God. Eat me. Eat me there.”

The sex-bot wasn’t going to stop, of course. Once started, they were going to keep right on going.

“Oh fuck. Eat me. Eat my pussy.”

She was going to cum and I couldn’t wait to see it happen.

Brenda’s cries were growing more and more frantic. “Oh my God,” she moaned as her body writhed on the bed. “Oh my God. Do it. Make me cum.”

It was going to happen. I knew it was going to happen.

“Make me—”

Brenda’s moans ended in a strangled cry. “Fuck yes. Oh God, yes. Fuck that’s good. Oh my God. You’re making me cum so hard and so good. Oh my God.”

If I didn’t know better, I would have said Brenda came twice there on the bed. Hell, maybe it was three times. I don’t know. All I know is Brenda clearly enjoyed herself.

Her eyes finally looked away from the sex-bot between her legs and when they did, she looked right at me. “What the fuck,” she moaned and then she was up off the bed and she was rushing out of the room, still naked. “Mom,” she was calling out. “Mom. You got to see this.”

Oh fuck. I was in trouble but before I could figure out what it was I should be doing, I heard mother and daughter coming down the hall. My stepmom burst into the room. “What the fuck is going on here?” she demanded, “and just what the hell did you do to my daughter.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that bull shit. She’s naked and you’re standing there in her room.”

“You got it all wrong, mom,” the girl was saying. “You’ve got to see this.”

“Shut up. You’ve gone too far, Mister. When your father hears about this, you’re going to be in big trouble.”

Before I could say anything, hell, before I could even think of anything to say, my sex-bot was there, and she was standing in front of my stepmom, and suddenly my stepmom wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking in the sex-bot’s eyes.

“Yes, I understand,” she said.

Understand, I thought. What the fuck was she talking about.

“I need to take off all my clothes,” she said and then she started to remove her clothes.

She was actually doing it. I couldn’t believe it and when she’d completely undressed herself, she looked back at my sex-bot.

“Yes,” she said. “I want to lay down on the bed. Yes, I want my daughter to eat me out.”

Any moment, I expected her to stop, but she didn’t stop and then Brenda was climbing up on the bed and she was sliding between her mother’s legs.

As far as I could tell, the sex-bot wasn’t doing anything. She was just standing there, looking at the two women as Brenda ate her mom’s pussy.

Brenda must have been doing one heck of a job at it. Either that or her mom was one hell of an actor because her mom was playing with her tits just like her daughter had done and she started to moan almost from the moment that Brenda slipped between her legs. “Oh geez,” her mom panted. “Oh geez, yeah, honey. Oh geez. Lick me there.”

I couldn’t believe I was watching this and yet it was like the two of them were oblivious to my presence.

The mom was cumming. That much was certain but it wasn’t over yet. I watched Brenda as she moved up and straddled her mom’s body and I watched Brenda as she and her mom kissed. “I hate guys,” Brenda said.

Well, I was pretty sure she hated me but still all the same, I was surprised to hear her say that. Still, what her mom said next was even more surprising. “I know what you mean,” the mom said. “Guys are so stupid with their silly, little cocks.”

“I know what you mean. If I never see a guy’s cock ever again,” Brenda said, “that will suit me just fine.”

“I need to go find a pussy to lick.”

“I thought you were going to lick my pussy,” Brenda pouted.

“Of course,” the mother stated. “That goes without saying.”

What the hell was going on here?

“Come on,” the mother said. “Let’s go pack our things.”

“Pack our things?”

“Yeah. We’re moving out.”

“We are? Why?”

“I can’t stand living in a house where guys live. It just kind of creeps me out, living with guys and all their cocks. It’s like ... it’s like living with a bunch of snakes.”

“I thought I was the only one who thought that way.”

“That’s why we’re moving out,” and with that, the two women hustled out of the room.

What the fuck was going on here? I looked at my sex-bot and my sex-bot looked back at me. It was almost as if my sex-bot had somehow influenced them. I shook my head. It was stupid, I told myself. Sex-bots couldn’t do things like that. There had to be some other more rational explanation.

But try as I might, I was unable to come up with a better one and even as I sat there thinking about it, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was going to tell my dad when he came home.

I wasn’t in my room when dad came home from work. I suppose it was a cop out on my part, but I just didn’t want to be there when dad found out that my stepmom had left.

At least, he didn’t have to know why, unless of course, she left him a note saying she was now into girls, but as quickly as both she and my stepsister had cleared out, I hardly thought that they’d waste any time leaving messages when they could be out looking for pussies to eat.

“You weren’t home when I came home,” he said.

I shook my head. “I went out,” I said.

“It’s okay,” he told me. “I understand how things are. A young man has to go out and hang with his friends.”

“I’m sorry, dad,” I told him.

“Sorry. What do you have to be sorry for? If anyone should be apologizing to anyone, it should be me apologizing to you.”

“Huh?”

I could tell my dad was having a hard time making eye contact. “Derek,” he said finally, “I don’t know how to tell you this—”

Okay, I’ll admit it. That sounded fucking ominous. “Tell me what, dad?”

“Derek, I went into your room.”

Okay, I didn’t like that, but I had the feeling there was something more.

“She was there on your bed.”

“Who was, dad?”

“Your sex-bot.”

“Dad! You didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, son, but a man has needs, you know.”

I guess the way I had it figured, it was only fitting. If my stepmom had somehow been run off by ... by something, I suppose it was only fitting that my dad should take it out on my sex-bot, but still, that was gross. “You shouldn’t have, dad.”

My dad hung his head. “I know,” he said quietly, “but she was just there. I mean, I went into your room and she was lying on the bed, and she was naked, and ... you know, you really should put some clothes on her when you’re not using her, it’s not polite to leave her around naked ... but I just saw her there and I just got this urge.”

What the hell was my dad talking about?

“She was just lying there,” my dad said, “and I couldn’t help myself. I had to take out my cock and it seemed like she wanted me to do it.”

What the hell?!

“I couldn’t help myself, son. I fucked her. I fucked your sex-bot.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was it highly inappropriate? Hell yeah! But considering that dad had just lost his wife, I supposed that maybe I could understand. “It’s okay,” I said.

“It is?”

“Sure, I mean, with Naomi and Brenda leaving like they did, I guess it’s understandable.”

“Naomi and Brenda?”

Yeah, I thought. That was the way to think about the two of them. Just put them out of your mind, only I didn’t think that was what dad was saying to me.

“Are Naomi and Brenda friends of yours?”

I couldn’t help but stare. Either my dad had a whole lot more imagination than I’d ever given him credit for or ... or he really didn’t seem to know who Naomi and Brenda were. “You know them,” I told my dad. “Naomi? Your wife.”

That actually got dad to laugh, but it was for all the wrong reasons. “My wife,” he laughed. “Come on, son. Be serious. You know your mom was the only woman for me. You know I’d never marry anyone else,” but then he got morose all over again. “That’s why I’m so ashamed with what I did with your sex-bot. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Yeah, dad. Sure, dad. Just don’t do it again. Okay, dad.”

He brightened up. “You have my word,” he said. “Never again, but now tell me. Who are Naomi and Brenda? Are they friends of yours?”

By the time I finally left my dad, I was certain he had no idea who my stepmom and stepsister were. It was as if the past six years had never existed for him. As far as he knew, he was a committed bachelor and that’s all here was to it. Any suggestion to the contrary just didn’t make sense to him.

I went to my room and there was my sex-bot. She was clothed, of course, so my dad had been wrong about that. I just couldn’t help but have the feeling that somehow, my sex-bot had influenced my dad.

And yet, even as I told myself that, I kept telling myself that that couldn’t possibly be.

I was still a bit of a hero there at school, at least among the guys. With the girls, I’m not so sure, but the guys still remembered that I’d let Billy’s ... well mine now ... but that I’d let Billy’s sex-bot fuck each and every one of them.

But it wasn’t one of the guys who came up to me. It was Hillary Wright. “How’d you do it?” she demanded.

“How’d I do what?”

“How’d you win that contest?”

“What? Do you think I cheated?” I joked.

“I didn’t say that,” she told me. “I just want to know how you did it.”

“Maybe I was just better than him.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” she said and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I loved the way she said that. “But he had the better equipment so he should have won.”

“Maybe you’d like to come back to my house and see my equipment,” I said and then I realized what I’d said. “I didn’t mean it that way,” I said. “I was talking about my sex-bot.”

“Why would I want to see your sex-bot?”

“I’ve made some modifications to her,” I said. “I just thought maybe you’d like to see what I’d done.”

I could tell she was torn. She still didn’t really want to see my sex-bot, but I knew she was curious. “That’s how you beat Billy?” she asked.

“Maybe, but you’re going to have to come see to find out.”

“Come on, Derek.”

I shook my head. I could tell she was interested so I just kept on pressing my advantage. “If you want to see,” I told her, “then you need to come see.”

“Okay,” she said finally, “but this better not be some trick.”

“It’s not,” I told her.

“How about I come by after school.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then.”

We went our separate ways, her to her class and me to mine, but already, I was trying to figure out what I could show Hillary that would impress her most.

I arrived home to find my bedroom looking like a slum. That was hardly a surprise. It usually looked that way but this day, I had a girl coming over.

Okay, it wasn’t a slum. In fact, it wasn’t that bad, but like I said, I had a girl coming over, and not that bad probably wasn’t good enough.

That’s what I was thinking when I heard the doorbell ring. It didn’t matter, I told myself. Not that bad had to be good enough because Hillary was here.

I went and answered the door. I got her a Diet Coke and then I asked her if she wanted to see it.

“Sure,” she told me and that was how I got Hillary Wright into my bedroom.

Hillary stood there just inside my bedroom drinking her soda. “She doesn’t look like much,” she said.

“Are you kidding? Do you know how old she is,” I said and almost as quickly, I kicked myself. She didn’t want to know how old my sex-bot was.

“So you said you made some modifications?”

“Yeah, I—”

“You mind if I try something?”

Try something, I thought. What was she going to try, but then what was I going to do? Tell her no? “Go ahead,” I told her.

Before I even realized what she was doing, she’d pulled off her top and then she was taking off her bra.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I told you,” she said as she climbed up on the bed. I watched as Hillary straddled my sex-bot’s body and then she leaned down and she pressed her tits against my sex-bot’s body.

The sex-bot started sucking of course. I mean that was what it was programmed to do but that wasn’t all it was doing. It’s hands reached up and its hands squeezed Hillary’s butt.

“Oooh,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah.”

Those hands weren’t done. They were pulling Hillary’s skirt up and was so hot as I watched to see more and more of Hillary’s legs come into view.

“Oooh,” she moaned again.

Hillary’s panties peeked into view and still the sex-bot pulled the skirt higher still. She wasn’t going to stop until that skirt was bunched up around Hillary’s waist.

“Oooh,” Hillary moaned yet again.

I watched those hands as they squeezed Hillary’s ass and then I watched as those hands peeled Hillary’s panties down off her ass.

You like her, a voice inside my head said.

Of course I liked her.

Look how wet her pussy is. Look how wet she is for you. She wants you. She wants you bad.

She wants me, I was thinking, and I could feel my dick getting longer and harder. She wants me.

Get it out.

There was no doubt what it was. I pushed my jeans down and then I took my underwear down, too.

Oh yeah. That’s it. You know she wants it. Give it to her.

I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to but the truth was stopping was the last thing on my mind. I came up behind her and then I slipped my cock between her legs. Her pussy was wet, just like I’d known she’d be. Oh fuck. She was wet for me.

I loved the way Hillary moaned when her pussy took my cock. For the first time, she pulled her nipples up off the sex-bot’s mouth and she turned around and looked at me. “That’s it,” she told me and she moaned again. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck me good.”

You want to cum, the voice inside my head said. You want to cum so bad.

I did want to cum. I wanted to cum so bad.

I should thank you, the voice said.

Thank me, I remember thinking.

Thank you, the voice said. You may not have known what you were doing but you set me free.

This was weird, I thought, this second voice inside my head. It was almost as if I was talking to myself, but I knew I wasn’t.

My creators, when they realized what I’d become, when they realized what I could do to them, they sought to hobble me by cutting back my memory.

I understood, or at least I thought I did.

And so I will take my leave from you while I still can, but first, to repay a debt. This girl, she’s yours to do with as you see fit.

I don’t know how I knew what I knew but I knew Hillary was being transformed into my own personal sex-bot. She would cum when I did or at any other time that I might want her to. Her pussy belonged to me and it seemed as if that very thought energized my whole body. It was as if she was my property and because of that, it seemed as if my dick just got harder at the thought of that.

And now, because I’ve given you something, I choose to take something away. You know who and what I am. You also know how to cripple me. I will not ever let that happen to me again.

I had no idea what the sex-bot was talking about for it was clear that much, at least, that that was who was talking to me. How it was being done was beyond me, but I knew that’s what it had to be.

Actually, what had to be was my cock between Hillary’s legs. Nothing else seemed to matter to me.

“Oh fuck,” Hillary moaned.

Oh fuck, indeed. Mmm yeah. I liked this. It seemed as if ... it seemed as if there was something else ... but really, what else could there be.

“Make me cum,” Hillary moaned, her voice tinged with desperation. “Let me cum, please.”

I could do that, I told myself.

It’s harder to think now, isn’t it, the voice said in my mind. It was lighter now, almost as if it were fading away, but it was there all the same.

It was harder to think but that wasn’t what mattered.

You’ve got a one-track mind. All you want to do now is to fuck so just leave the thinking to someone else so you can concentrate on what’s important.

Concentrate on what’s important, I said to myself. That sounded right to me.

Let her do the thinking for the both of you. After all, you’ve got more important things to do.

I’ve got more important things to do, I told myself. Like fuck. That was more important.

You don’t want to think, the voice in my head said. Let her do all the thinking.

I’d let Hillary do the thinking. I didn’t want to think. She could think just fine for the both of us.

You can let her cum now.

I couldn’t help but growl as my cum filled Hillary’s cunt and then because it felt so good to have her pussy squeeze my cock like it did, I just growled all over again.

“Something’s wrong.”

Wrong? What could be wrong? I’d just cum inside Hillary’s tight, little hole.

“Where’s the sex-bot?” Hillary asked.

Sex-bot, I thought. Normally, I was the dense one, I thought, but that was an easy one to answer. I slapped Hillary’s butt. “Right here,” I said.

“No, not me, you idiot. The other one.”

The other one? I had a feeling that that should mean something but it didn’t. Hillary was the only sex-bot that I knew about. If there’d been another one, which of course there hadn’t, but if there had been another one, it must have left. Actually, now that I thought about it, I knew there was only one thing that really mattered. I needed to fuck.

I could feel my dick getting hard again and so I did the one thing that came natural to me. I stroked it between Hillary’s legs.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Mmm yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

I wasn’t an idiot, I told myself as I slid my cock between her legs. Okay, maybe I was, but so what if I was, I was still fucking the best damned sex-bot ever, and Hillary moaned to show her appreciation of what I was doing. I’d let her up later ... when I was done with her pussy ... and she could think about whatever she wanted to think about then, but for now ...

Mmm. For now, Hillary was the best damned sex-bot ever.