The men politely covered Marybelle with a couple of large lab towels and left her on the table, since she seemed to be dazed and dozing. As they dressed, Cord quizzed Nelson about the Nancy Lyons project and the Big Sam robot. Nelson told him what had happened with the machine, how it worked and what it did, giving, of course, an expurgated version of his own happy test. Nelson also told Cord that he would give a good report on the Smart Suit. Cord should close his lab as Nancy had done and stand by in case the Board wanted him to appear in person. Then they adjourned for a late lunch.
"Are you okay?" Cord asked Marybelle, still laid out on the table like some kind of corpse.
Eyes closed, she nodded and murmured. "Go on. I'll be all right."
The men left and the lab fell silent.
Marybelle was temporarily exhausted physically, but her mind was busy at work. She'd heard all that Nelson had said about the sex robot.
Now, she yawned and sat up. In some ways she felt better than she could ever remember, which surprised her. In fact she felt different than she'd ever felt in her life. It had to do with sex. Until this moment, she'd considered herself prim, undersexed and somewhat afraid of erotic experience. The calloused way Cord and Nelson had used her in the name of testing the SS should've sent her screaming to her husband and the Morals Police.
She did not feel that way at all. She felt a huge, inner delight with the four orgasms. In fact, she knew she could even have more and enjoy them. She resented what her boss had done; yet she could not deny the vast inner delight that had been inadvertently exposed.
"I've lived a lie!" she said suddenly aloud in shock. Then she smiled at the serious tone of her voice.
Yet it was true. Her parents, her teachers, her friends, even her lovers, few as they were, had constantly warned her about her sexuality and freted over it. Was it possible that with her good looks and deep sex drive she was a threat to THEM? THEY didn't want her to let go, because their sexuality was lesser. Not that she was a nympho, but she'd always been a little held back. Even the two or three sex bouts per night with Donald left her feeling that somehow there ought to be more.
Well, she'd just discovered that MORE with the Smart Suit, despite the outrageous way it had come about. Cord had said that she might have ten orgasms in a row. She'd heard about multiple-orgasm women, but they'd seemed remote from her life.
"I'm one of them," she said positively. "I want more."
Men with their more limited capacity, and society, preached keeping a lid on sex. What if you had a physical body that really wanted and needed more?
Marybelle found her clothes and dressed, realizing that she was not the same person she'd been an hour or so ago.
She walked from Cord's wing to the next lab, the robot lab and the domain of Nancy Lyons. There was almost nobody around. It was the tail end of the lunch hour, but today routines were disrupted by the big Board meeting. In fact there was a sign on the robot lab door: EVERYONE IS EXCUSED TO GO HOME AT NOON DUE TO BOARD MEETING. SEE YOU TOMORROW.
Nancy Lyons' name was scrawled on the bottom… Having heard the two men discuss the robot, Marybelle tried the big double doors, found them open and peered into the robot lab.
It was gloomy with the lights out – vastly intriguing. She looked behind her in the hall. There was absolutely nobody around at the moment. She slipped inside the lab, staring around curiously. She'd never been in this wing.
It was much like the SS lab in size, but the rest was different. Robot parts were stacked eveywhere. There were arms, legs, heads, partially constructed humanoid figures and endless benches of electronic parts, the same chips and miniature memory units the SS lab used.
Suddenly, she saw a naked man and froze in shock. Then she realized it was Big Sam, the robot her boss and Nelson had discussed. Curious, she marched up to the machine. She stared at the silent figure, and felt the shock of sexuality sweep up her belly.
He was fantastic! He looked a little like Nelson, yet the face was young and handsome. What really thrilled her was his loin mass, a fabulous male butt and muscular thighs, and still jutting up in a hard-on position, a magnificent cock.
"Man, you're hung!" she exclaimed, thrilled and startled.
"Thank you," he said in a deep, pleasing voice with a slight bow of his head.
She jumped back, laughed and then went closer. She could see he'd been left in LOW.
"Do you want to make love?" he asked. With his penis erect, he was in the seduction mode.
"Maybe," she laughed.
He smiled and held out his arms.
Her heart began to pound. What if… what if… she turned to go. No, she'd better not. Her eye fell on a manual. SEX MODES A-C ROBOT Instruction Manual.
She grabbed it up, stared at the robot then quickly went to the double doors and shot the lock from the inside. The company owed her something. Nelson owed her something. Why not have a little fun?
After she'd necked a little with polite kisses and caressing, she found her cunt swelling and wetting and felt an almost impossible thrill inside. The manual was explicit and easy to follow and Big Sam was quite the gentleman, at least on low power. She initiated all actions, he responded.
Fascinated, excited, she stripped to the buff. Maybe she'd go for a little naked kissing and fondling, even put his big dong inside of her once, just to see what he felt like. She felt pretty hot now. She skimmed the manual.
CAUTION: MAKE SURE GOVERNOR IS OPERATIVE AT ALL TIMES, EXCEPT WHEN ROBOT DOES HEAVY MANUAL WORK.
She understood that. Robot strength used in heavy work could be dangerous. She checked the armpit port and saw that the red painted governor was indeed in place.
Naked, she stood close to the robot, ran her hands down his smooth, muscular back and up on those powerful buttocks and thrilled. Why, he was just as sexy as a well-built man, delightful to the touch, warm, real. He murmured encouragement.
Breathing fast now, she reduced the size of his prick, bent it down and pressed her belly to his. The robot cock dug into her excited cunt, sending huge thrills up her backbone.
"You've got it!" she gasped.
"Thank you," he said politely.
She wiggled and took about three inches of cock inside of her.
"Ha!" she went. "Ha!"
Intense shocks of delight flooded her belly. She was still sexed-up from what the men had done to her in the other lab.
She went on her tiptoes and eased the cock out. She looked around. There was a low table with the inevitable lab towels on it. She caught Big Sam by the arm and walked him over to it.
"We'll have to do it!" she said, heart pumping fast.
"I'm ready," he said.
She did not want to be under that powerful machine so she instructed him to get on the table on his back, and then she mounted his hips and straddled his cock. Staring down at his fabulous body, she impaled herself on his prick, sinking down to an exquisite heaven.
"Oh, Sam, you're fucking meee!" she cried softly.
"Love it," said Sam. Then he grunted realistically as he bunted up into her cunt with that marvelous prick.
She quickly found that she controlled events by the speed of her movements. The faster she rocked on his rod, the faster he moved. When she slowed down, he paused a second and then slowed down also. She reached down and expanded his prick. It went to seven inches, really filling her excited vagina and frictioning hotly on her clit. It was perfect.
"Oh, I want it… want it… can't get enough," she sang happily. What could be better than a machine that served but left no traces. He would not be on the phone tonight, or bothering her when she was trying to work. A-C had a million dollar idea, that was for sure.
She leaned forward on his solid body and began to kiss that sexy mouth, then transferred his expertise to her aching nipples. He was a fantastic lover. Soon she was covered with sweat and crazy for orgasm, as she was wearing the SS.
Just the same, she held the pace even, frustrating herself to make her final submission stronger. Her desire to be taken to glory grew and grew as she whined and twisted.
"Oh, Sam, I want… I want…"
"You're a fantastic lover."
She felt the powerful masculine thrust of his working buttocks, enjoying his involvement and then reached into his crack to expend him as the book said.
"Ahhhhh, Heavennnnnn!" cried Sam.
He froze just like a man, strained up. His eyes got big. His whole body trembled in ecstasy. Then he burst his cock into her cunt, spurt, spurt, spurt.
"Ohhh, wheeee," she gasped as he flooded her. The burn in her cunt was impossible now. She jerked and twisted. She humped a few more strokes, whined, and gave up her womanhood to the machine. Throb, throb, throb. It was absolutely as good as her husband. She spent fully and completely, reveling in her new openness and understanding of her own powerful sexuality which might even approach the machine's.
She worked it all off, enjoying Sam's slow, steady fucking as he took her through her orgasm until she tapered.
Back on her sex high, as earlier, she un-cocked Sam and sat up to look around the lab dazed. It was empty, silent. No one had come to the door to enter. The employees had no desire to linger when there was a free half day off.
Just one more, maybe. Her cunt felt almost satisfied now, and she thought if she could just run one more turn she'd have finally used up all of her wonderful, deep erotic treasure, never fully spent before.
She rested only for a few moments and then resumed on Sam. The trouble was, it was harder now to go for that final orgasm. After five completions her cunt still burned and her belly was hungry but her muscles had tired. She had to ride the robot very fast to get the same glow she'd had before. Sweat poured between her breasts, down her body. It was getting like work, yet she wanted that final ride.
Her tiring muscles made her slow. Sam slowed too. She realized now that the woman controlled the robot at all times. He could not go faster than she went.
"Oh, Sam, you have to do better."
"I'm trying hard."
She gave a snort of disgust, pushed his arm wide and went for the armpit port. Her fingers scrabbled on the red painted governor, but she couldn't get it off. Then she found the spring clip, tripped it, and the governor flew off and fell on the floor below.
"Now, Sam, you do the work," she laughed.
His arms came up, hugged her. She raced her belly on his cock to start him going.
"Do it man!" she cried.
Sam did it. He began to drill her, faster, faster. She began to thrill, relaxing. She didn't even have to move her loins now. Sam did it all.
"Fuck me! Fuck!" she cheered him on, laughing.
He grunted in his exertions, his eyes big. Faster and faster plunged his cock.
"Oh, now that's really doing it," she gasped in wonder.
The thrills were hot and fast now, and she felt crazy new rushes in her belly. No man had ever frictioned her so relentlessly and tirelessly.
She hugged the machine, closed her eyes and worked her loins fast to see if she could drive Sam to greater efforts. She was successful. The machine whipped into her with astonishing speed and felt, to her, like superhuman passion. Against that fierce friction, her cunt gave up luscious oils in a rich flow she'd never been called upon before to produce. Her clit received steady, furious action.
She began to sweat heavily, going dazed and dizzy. But the wildness of the experience lifted her far above the slight discomfort. For the first time she was pressed all the way to the limits of her rich erotic being, and held there.
"I'm going to feel this!" she cried happily.
It seemed like all of her nerves throughout her body began to fuse into one aching, pleased clitoris or sex-nerve, making her tremble and whine with exquisite feeling.
"Faster, faster," she gasped.
Sam couldn't go any faster. There was a limit even to what machine speeds could do. But he could hold on for minutes, hours, at this pace.
"Ah, ah, ah," she grunted. Her whole belly was a sheet of white hot joy-flame. She transcended all normal feelings, living in a new world of aching, luscious passion, her body finally completely controlled and dominated.
"You did it!" she shrieked, feeling the piercing penetrating rush of her orgasm. Somehow Sam had fucked through her to the tender, vulnerable center of her being and she was going to enjoy the ultimate orgasm.
"Nowwwww," she gasped, slobbering.
Throb, throb, throb. She went into a half-fainting euphoria, feeling that she scoured to the bottom of her being and paid off all the sex treasure her rich body contained for the first time in her life.
As she reached the peak of her gorgeous cunt squeezes, she managed to reach into Sam's crack and press his come button. At once the fast action stopped, he strained up in a trembling freeze and delivered hot chunks and darts of body-hot male flame into her cunt, just as she slobbered, slurped, gasped and grunted into her own orgasmic splendor. In those few seconds, she realized what it meant to be fully alive for the first time in her life. Then her body revolted, she tapered and with muscles aching, she expired on top of the stilled robot.
"Love it, oh, love it!" she sighed happily.
She had sweated so hard, her body was slippery on top of his. For gorgeous moments she rested on top of her conquest, or was she his? She glowed as she floated in post-orgasmic pleasure in the cream, feeling of total sexual fulfillment. She was right. People had laid a hard trip on her, so until today she never really knew what total sex could be like. Bless Cord Bannister and Nelson for opening this majestic new vista for her!
She dozed for perhaps twenty minutes on top of the machine and then reluctantly got up and restored him to his place and set him on LOW. She dressed and left the lab feeling like a new woman. She was hungry and it was time for lunch…
Cord Bannister and Nancy Lyons glared at each other as they waited for the end of the Board meeting in an anteroom of the Conference Center. So far neither had been called, and it didn't look like they would be.
"If A-C puts all its money behind your robots, the company will be broke inside of two years," said Cord. "People won't accept machine sex."
"They'll make a fortune. People are always trying to turn themselves into machines, or imitate machines. They set up rituals and try for high performance just like machines. People build machines to learn from them and increase their power. Then, they build better machines which teach them better things, and so on. Why not to improve sex?"
"The moralists will stop it."
"How many moralists are left in the 1990's?" she answered. "As long as we don't flaunt the sex function of our robots, nobody will stop it."
"I won't go to bed with a machine," said Cord.
"People go to bed every night with less than a machine, and love it."
Cord grunted, and turned away. This dumb, half-assed girl engineer was impossible. Give her her good looks, there wasn't much else.
"What people won't do," said Nancy evenly, "is dress up in your quaint, little plastic skins and go poking and prodding into each other."
"You'd be surprised what a Smart Suit can do sexually."
"I'd never dress up in clear plastic to go to bed with my lover."
"You would if it doubled your orgasmic pleasure."
She shrugged. "A few nuts would rather wear your suit and turn themselves into walking human robots than buy machines. The big production dollars will go to my robots."
She did have a way of getting under a man's skin. Cord's face flushed. He had a desire to smash her in her pretty face.
"After you fail, my suits will save the firm."
They were saved further agony by the appearance of Nelson Harper, hot from the meeting. He had a big grin on his face. Both of them jumped up to hear the news.
"We've got it!" He waved a paper at them. "You won't have to appear. They're sold. Production starts as soon as we can tool up. That means January."
"For robots?" asked Nancy.
"For suits?" asked Cord.
"For both, equally," he said. "There was a fierce debate. It turns out that some thought the robots are a hedge for the SS and others thought the SS is a safety factor against the robot failure. The funds are split down the middle, BUT…"
He stopped dramatically, and they both hung on his next words.
"… it was decided that the final allocation of funds depends on the field tests on both the robots and the suits, to be held at once. I mean FAST! Both of you have to go out in the field between now and the holidays and bring back solid evidence of acceptance. Based on that, the final decision will be made at the December Board meeting."
"So the funds are NOT equal," moaned Cord.
"Everything is equal until December," insisted Nelson. "The field tests are the final hurdle."
They both started to argue with him, but he cut them off.
"Field tests… and fast, my friends. I suggest that you start to pack this afternoon. Nancy you had best head east where there are heavier robot communities. Cord, you should go west where the robot idea hasn't caught on so much. You'll have money, assistants if you need them. Just get going and send me plenty of reports, and fast…"
Nancy Lyons stood at the window of her motel room in New York City and stared down at the clutter of traffic on the streets below. The colorful profusion of Skimmers, people and robots, awed her. Chicago was city enough. New York was the impossible metropolis. It roared night and day. With almost a million robots added to the heavy human population, it was crammed and jammed to the limit; alive night and day. Even through the sturdy glass picture windows she could hear the constant thunder of robot and human activity. She was almost afraid to expose her jewel, Big Sam, to this brawling, fast-living, hard-driving whirlwind of a city. Robot economics had certainly put the zing back into America's sagging lifestyles of prior decades. Everybody wanted to own one, or a piece of one, or trade up to a better one. More and more jobs were being turned over to robot workers as the machines were refined.
When the sex factor was added, it would be an incredible world, she decided. People would go absolutely insane for a while. In New York City alone, A-C could make back all the prototype costs in just a few months once Big Sam appeared on the scene.
But, the field tests must be perfect. Back in Chicago, everything had been confusion from the time of that meeting. She had jammed Big Sam into a transport box and then spent agonized days and nights arranging for the parts to be taken, the people to be contacted, the criteria to be used, the secrecy to be maintained.
It finally worked out that she went on ahead with Big Sam and his parts. She'd start tomorrow with three trusted friends from her school days at Vassar, all of whom were in New York. They were all sophisticated females who would not be afraid of intimacy with a robot, and who would keep their mouths shut. Her crew would arrive in a week or less with the girl robot, and a list of projects her assistants were setting up for her in Chicago, for New York. Even so, they would have to work like… well, like robots to get the necessary one hundred tests by the December meeting.
"Well, Sam," she said to the quiet, tall man who shared the motel room with her. "We had better get lots of rest tonight. The rat race starts tomorrow."
"Whatever you say, Nancy," came the polite reply.
She laughed and patted his cheek. "Robots would make great husbands, forgetting all the other things they could do."
"Undress," she ordered Sam.
She loved to watch the big, handsome, masculine body as it was exposed when he stripped. It was sexy too. She grinned when he was entirely nude and showed her a magnificent hard-on. When they'd rushed him into the packing crate, they must've left him in the sex cycle.
She ordered him to sit by the window and take a few pictures with his eyes which were also camera lenses. It wouldn't hurt to have a few colorful night time shots of New York for her personal album after the trip.
Then she undressed herself and piled into bed. So much done, so much to do! She yawned happily and turned herself over to a welcome, tension-relaxing sleep. Life was absolutely fabulous.
The nude robot sat quite still for perhaps a half an hour. The power in his circuits kept building. Without the governor, the energy build up was much greater than when the little device was on.
Presently, he rose and paced, aware that his energy levels were too high to sit still. Beyond a certain point, that energy had to be dissipated, or he would flare out. His circuits demanded work.
What work?
Sex. That's the cycle he was set on. He scanned the room. There was a bed, with a woman in it. Sex.
He went over to the bed and looked down. The energy surged in him. The demand was to use up this threatening energy in sex with this woman, so he wouldn't flare out.
He pulled back the covers. She was nude. Good. She whined a little at having the covers pulled down, but her whine was not a command.
He eased onto the bed, moving carefull, as he was programmed to do around fragile females.
Gently, he turned her around and over and arranged her limbs as was necessary to get ready to use up the energy in sex.
"Wazzatt!"
Sleepy eyes peered at him and blanked out again. Her word was not a command. He sank down on her, her warm body releasing more energy as it was supposed to.
He found her cunt and gently jogged it with his fingers as he was supposed to do when the female did not command otherwise. She stirred, laughed, frowned, undulated her belly.
He brought his cock down between her legs, forced them open. He notched her cunt. He drove in.
"Sam!"
Nancy jerked awake to find her cunt hot and sticky and her robot on top of her trying to violate her. He already had two inches of cock inside of her.
"You're lovely."
"Stop, Sam!"
He could not stop. The energy flowed too rapidly now, and to stop would mean that he would flare out. A flare out in a delicate robot machine could cost hundreds of thousands of dollars in repairs, so he had an override on anything that blocked release and drove him towards a flare out.
He gripped this delightful female who could release his energy clog and fucked deeply into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Sam. You're fucking me!" cried the astonished Nancy.
She knew now, that something was radically wrong with her machine.