Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: FEMBORG: THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS
Universe: Fembot
Summary: Unlike a fembot, a femborg is a real human woman who can see
and is aware of everything around her, but has no control over her body. 
Rather, a servo control module is spliced into her spinal cord just below
her brain, and her body is controlled remotely by her owner with a
hand-held remote control.
Keywords: M/F ScFi bot oral rom humil rough het Mdom Mpov
Language: english
FEMBORG: THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

   By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   NOTE: The term femborg derives from the term cyborg, there is no
association with Star Trek type Borg in this story.
It was a cool Saturday afternoon and Jeff had nothing better to do, so
he got in his car and headed down to Try-N-Save to buy a few things he
needed for the house.  He could stand to replace that moldy old shower
curtain, and some of his towels had become so threadbare that they hardly

served their purpose any more.

   Parking his car, he headed toward the Cluck N'Bell to get a bit of lunch
before going shopping.  But as he passed the Shinra store, a woman standing
in the window display winked at him and licked her lips so lasciviously. 
Jeff stopped to wink and lick back at her, so she waved him to come on in.
He thought about it for a second, then went inside.  Almost immediately, a
salesman walked up and greeted him, "Welcome to _Shinra._ I'm Larry.  Are
you looking for a fembot?"

   "Well," said Jeff.  "That cute fembot in the window waved me in, so I
thought I'd check her out," Jeff answered.

   "That's Tifa.  Would you like to meet her?"

   "Yes.  May I?"

   "Of course," said the salesman.  "Why don't you have a seat in our
meeting lounge while I get her out of the window?"

   "Sure," said Jeff.

   The salesman led Jeff into a back room adorned in warm wood paneling and
overstuffed sofas.  "I'll be right back with Tifa," he said.

   A moment later, the salesman returned with the fembot from the display
window.  "Jeff, Tifa.  Tifa, Jeff.  I'll leave you two to get to know each
other," said the salesman.

   "Hi Jeff," said Tifa.  "Thank you for asking for me.  It gets so boring
standing in that window all day."

   "I bet," said Jeff.  "How much do you cost?"

   "I don't know," said Tifa.  "That's for the salesmen to deal with.  What
type of girl do you like?  Sexy?  Shy?  Dominant?  Submissive?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  I just thought I'd come in and meet you after you
winked at me and all, you know?"

   "Awww, you're sweet," said Tifa.  "I'd love to be your fembot, Jeff."

   "Well," said Jeff, "that all depends on how much you cost."

   "Then let's ask," she said.

   A moment later, the salesman returned.  "How do you like, Tifa?" he
asked.

   "She's really sweet.  But how much does she cost?"

   "Tifa is our latest model.  Before taking her home, we can customize her
personality to your liking.  Shy to aggressive.  Introverted to
extroverted."

   "Oh, I wouldn't want you to change a thing.  I like her just the way she
is."

   "That's great!" said the salesman.  "So you're ready to take her home?"

   "How much is she?"

   "Jeff, I'm sure you know a top-of-the-line fembot is a major
investment."

   "Yeah," said Jeff defensively.  "I figured that."

   "Do you have a monthly budget in mind?"

   "No," said Jeff.  "I just want to know how much she costs so I can
decide if I can afford to buy her."

   "Well, Jeff.  Before I answer that, would you agree that, unlike a car,
a female companion is a once in a life-time purchase?"

   "I suppose," said Jeff guardedly.  "Pretty expensive, huh?"

   "Jeff, Tifa here lists for $69,995 and change..."

   Jeff choked back a gasp.

   "...but I tell you what!  I can knock ten grand off that, and give you
zero percent financing for 30 years.  You can own her for a few hundred
dollars a month."

   "I, uh, I don't know," stammered Jeff.

   "Listen Jeff," said the salesman, "compare that to alimony, child
support, and all that other baggage if you hook up with a meat girl."

   "You have a point there," said Jeff with a chuckle.

   "Imagine getting slapped with child support and you lose your job.  It's
off to jail for you, dude, through no fault of your own.  And the world
will vilify you as a "deadbeat dad" even though everything that happens to
you is beyond your control.  Meat women aren't worth it, man!"

   "I guess," said Jeff.  "But I need to think about it."

   "I certainly understand that," said the salesman.  "But before you walk
away, why don't you have a go with one of our demo models?"

   "Have a go?" asked Jeff.  "You mean, have sex?"

   "Ever have sex with a fembot, Jeff?" asked the salesman.  "It's an
amazing experience!"

   "No.  Never have.  Is there a fee or anything?"

   "Of course not!  A demo ride is just that.  Let me bring in Rinoa."

   "Sure," shrugged Jeff.  "Why not?"

   The salesman took Tifa and said, "I'll be right back."

   A moment later, the salesman returned with a busty blonde woman wearing
a black teddy.  "Jeff, meet Rinoa."

   Jeff stood and said, "Hi!"

   The salesman said, "Take your time, Jeff," as he discreetly left the
room.

   Rinoa stepped up to Jeff and rested her hands on his shoulders.  "Kiss
me," she said.

   Jeff hestated.  Never had a woman demanded a kiss immediately upon
meeting.  Though she was a fembot, it was a little discorting.

   Rinoa took the lead and wrapped her figers behind his neck and pulled
his face to hers.  She immediately thrust her tongue into his mouth as she
reached down and pulled his body close to hers in an embrace so tight it
almost knocked the wind out of him.

   They stood there sucking face for a few minutes as she slowly walked him
over to a wide divan.  Then she geltly pushed him down onto his back and
straddled him.

   Smiling, he asked, "Do you plan to have your way with me?"

   She leaned down positionin her face a few inches above his.  "Yes," she
said, as she grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and pulled iyt up and over
his head and tossed it asind.  "I love a hairy chest on a man," she said as
she ran her fingertips around his chest.  A moment later, she crawled
around, sitting on his chest facing his legs and unbuckled his jeans and
pushed them down, along with his Jockeys.

   She grabbed his alert cock and stroked it gently.  "I can't wait to suck
this," she said.  She then leaned down and slid her hips back until her
crotch was hovering over his face, she lowered her mouth over his cock and
swallowed the full length in one easy gulp.  Her odor was indistinguishable
from a human female.

   "Gaaa!" Jeff screamed at the sudden sensations as he started into the
crotch of her teddy a fraction of an inch from his face.  She was actually
applying a gentle suction while her tongue wrapped itself around it with
the strength of a five-finghered grip.  Her tongue squeezed his cock with
an iron grip as she milked his cock with it.

   He exploded into her throat within seconds as she effortlessly consumed
his cum and continued milking his cock without skipping a beat.  Jeff
panted with delerium at the intense pleasure.  Even after he shot his last
squirt, she continued to squeeze and stroke and suck with her incredible
tongue.

   "Ah," he moaned.  "I can't take it any more," he finally admitted.

   She sat up, momentarily sitting on his face, then scooted back and sat
on his chest, draping her legs over his shoulders.

   "Wow!" he said as he gasped for breath.

   "You liked that?" she asked.

   "Wow!" he said again.

   "I'll take that as a 'yes'." she said.

   "Yes," he finally gasped.

   "You want to cum again?"

   Jeff chuckled.  "I'm a guy.  I won't be able to cum again for a while.
After that, maybe not for the rest of the day."

   Rinoa crossed her arms and tilted her head back.  "Wanna bet?"

   "I..." he stammered as she stood, straddling him, and pulled her teddy
off.

   "Ohh!  Nice," he said.

   She sat back down and slid back.  Grabbing his, now, limp cock, she
pointed it upward and sat, impaling herself with it.  Despite it's limp
state, she sucked it up into her mouth with ease.

   Then she clamped down.

   "Gaaa!" he screamed.

   "Sorry!," she squesked as she eased up.  "I get carried away sometimes."

   "That's okay," he gasped.

   Once again, she squeezed tightly and created a strong suction, causing
his cock to swell up despite his own inability to do so.  And then, as she
did with her tongue, she milked him, slowly at first, then gradually
faster.

   "Oh god!" he screamed.  "I feel it!  I'm going to cum again.  Oh!  Oh!
Oh!"

   After a while, he finally admitted.  "Okay.  Stop.  I can't take any
more.  It's starting to hurt."

   She smiled and lifted up, and then rested on top of him facing him.

   "You like that?" he asked.  "Can I buy you?"

   She laughed.  "You don't want me.  I'm old."

   "You don't look more than 19 or 20.  How old are you?"

   "I was manufactured 16 years ago."

   "Sixteen?  Wow!  You're young."

   "I've had two owners already.

   "How old do you think Tifa is?"

   "Hmmm," he thought.  "About the same."

   "Tifa was manufactured about three months ago," said Rinoa.  "She's
brand new and never been fucked.  But she has exactly the same abilities
and skills that I have."

   "Well, if you say so.  Have you ever made a guy cum more than twice?"

   "Yes," said Rinoa.  "I once made a guy come seven times in five hours."

   "Really?  One of your owners?"

   "He was a friend of my owner," said Rinoa.  "He bet my owner that I
couldn't make him cum more than twice in a row.  So my owner told me to
rape him; sit on him and milk his cock continuously with my pussy."

   "Really?  I can't imagine that.  How could he not have been in pain
after a while?"

   "He was in excruciating pain."

   "Why didn't he tell you to stop?"

   "After the third time he came, he was begging, crying, and screaming for
me to stop."

   "So why didn't you stop?" asked Jeff.

   "My owner didn't tell me to stop."

   "And why didn't your owner tell you to stop.  He let you do this to his
friend?"

   "My owner went out for a drink right after he told me to rape his friend
continuously.  He came back five hours later."

   "You couldn't stop on your own?  No free will?"

   "I could have stopped of my own free will," said Rinoa.  "But my owner
told me not to stop until he told me to stop."

   "Wow!  I bet you enjoyed that!"

   "No.  I didn't enjoy torturing someone."

   "You don't have, like, those three Asimov rules for robots?"

   "Some fembots do.  Some don't.  It's not a government regulation. 
They're available as an option."

   "Say, I can't get an STD from you, can I?"

   Rinoa laughed.  "No, silly.  Don't forget.  I'm a machine.  You can't
get an STD from a machine."

   "Yeah," smiled Jeff.  "It's too easy to forget you're just a machine."

   Rinoa lifted off him and stood.  "So why don't I go and send Tifa back
in."

   "Well," pouted Jeff.  "Okay."

   "You're sweet," said Rinoa.  She gave him a kiss before leaving.

   A moment later, the salesman returned with Tifa.  "So," he said.  "did
you experience Rinoa?"

   "Experience?" said Jeff.  "Wow!  Did I ever!"

   "And Tifa can do the exact same things," said the salesman.

   "Yeah, that's what I hear."

   "So why don't you Let me give you my card and leave you alone with Tifa
for a while longer.  Just remember, since Tifa's a virgin, we can't let you
test ride her.  That's what our demo models are for.  But feel free to stay
and chat with her, or leave whenever you're ready.  Okay?"

   "Sounds fair," said Jeff.

   The salesman shook Jeff's hand and bowed out.

   "Jeff?" said Tifa plaintively.

   He looked back at Tifa.  He wanted her pretty badly, especially after
doing Rinoa, and the salesman's arguments made a lot of sense, but sixty
grand was a hell of a lot of money.

   "Tifa..." said Jeff.

   "I know that salesman just gave you a high-pressure sales talk, and I
don't know much about money, but I hope you buy me.  I really like you.  I
can do everything Rinoa did, in exactly the same way."

   "I like you too, Tifa.  And wow!  But I don't think I can afford you."

   "I understand," said Tifa.

   "Anyway, it was nice meeting you," said Jeff.  "I hope you find someone
nice to buy you."

   Tifa smiled shyly.  "I hope so, too."

   Jeff forgot about going to Try-N-Save.  Instead, he got in his car and
drive home, cranking Sophie B.  Hawkins at maximum decibels.

   Upon arriving home, he thought, maybe, he could find a cheap used fembot
on _Craigslist._ But upon searching, he saw that someone in his town was
selling a femborg.  The ad read, _Femborg.  Age 23.  5' 6".  130 pounds. 
Medium white/brown skin.  Brown hair.  Brown eyes.  $5,000.  For those of
you who don't know how a femborg differs from a fembot, a femborg is a
flesh-and-blood human girl, usually a criminal on death row who opted to
become a remote controlled robot to escape execution.  She cannot move on
her own.  She is controlled by her owner by a remote controller much like a
video game controller._

   Jeff paused.  He had heard of femborgs before.  Who hasn't?  That sucks
that you have to control her every movement.  Unlike a fembot, who you can
talk to and can do things for you, a femborg is a remote control sex doll
in a flesh-and-blood human body.

   Still, Jeff paused, he could easily afford $5,000.  So he sent off an
email, and the seller replied immediately with his phone number.  After a
quick phone call, Jeff was back in his car again following his satnav to
the address the seller gave.

   Knocking at the door of a small nondescript townhouse on the other side
of town, a portly older man opened the door.  "Hi!  I'm Ken.  Are you
Jeff?"

   "Yup!" said Jeff.  "You selling a femborg?"

   "Come on in," said Ken, who led Ken through a short hallway into the
living room where two women sat on a sofa, a fair-skinned blonde and a
medium dark skinned woman, both wearing plain cream colored canvas robes.

   "Hello," said Jeff to the two of them.

   The blonde woman stood and said, "Hello."

   Ken said, "Would you like a cup of coffee, Jeff?"

   "Sure," said Jeff.

   To the blonde, Ken said, "A cup'a for our guest.  One for me, also.  And
promptly."

   "Yes sir," she said, and hurried off to the kitchen.

   "Both femborgs?" asked Jeff.

   Ken laughed.  "No.  Yuffie, getting our coffee, is a fembot." Ken
pointed to the girl sitting on the sofa.  "Karen here is the femborg."

   Jeff looked down.  "Hi Karen,"

   Remaining utterly still, Karen glanced up at Jeff without moving her
head.  Her face remained completely expressionless.

   "Karen can't speak," said Ken.

   "Why not?" asked Jeff.  "What's wrong with her?"

   Ken chuckled.  "Nothing at all.  Don't know much about femborgs, huh?"

   "Not really," said Jeff.  "Everyone knows they're real people who got
sentenced to death and chose to become sort-of robots instead of being
executed.  You control them with some kind of controller like a radio
control car or something."

   "Pretty much," said Ken.  "Karen here was convicted of a pretty
despicable crime a few years ago.  I'd rather not go into the gruesome
details right now.  It doesn't really matter.  To escape the death penalty,
she opted to become a femborg."

   Ken picked up what looked like an elaborate PlayStation controller off
his coffee table.  He fiddled with some buttons, and Karen stood and walked
around the room.

   Ken handed the controller to Jeff.  "Here, try it."

   Jeff took the controller.

   "You use the left thumbstick to make her walk," said Ken.  "And the
right thumbstick makes her change poses in place."

   Jeff make Karen walk around the room.  "Cool!" said Jeff.  "This LCD
display with the picture of your living room?  Is that the view she's
actually looking at?"

   "Exactly!" said Ken.  "That display is the view out of her eyes.  Type
something on the keyboard."

   Jeff typed.  "T-H-I-S G-R-A-W I-S F-R-E-D-A-S-H-A-Y." Karen immediately
said, "This graw is fredashay."

   "Wow!" said Jeff.  "I can make her say anything I want?"

   "Yes," said Ken.  "She can't move or speak on her own.  She can only say
what you type for her to say."

   "And these numbers superimposed on the display?" asked Jeff.

   "Her vital signs.  Pulse.  Blood pressure.  Bladder fullness.  Hunger.
And so on."

   "Oh.  I guess I need to know that, huh?"

   "Yup!  Since she can't do anything on her own, you have to feed her, and
make her use the bathroom."

   "Oh?" said Jeff.  "That's a hassle!  She can't do anything at all on her
own?"

   "Nope!  Not a thing.  When her bladder or bowels get full, you got to
walk her to the toilet, sit her down, and make her go."

   "How did you get her?" asked Jeff.

   "I bought her at a government auction for about $15,000."

   "And why are you selling her?"

   As Ken started to answer, Yuffie walked in carrying their coffees.  She
handed one to Jeff and one to Ken.  "Yuffie is why.  I just bought her, so
I'm selling Karen.  So are you interested?"

   "Yeah, but $5,000 is kind of steep for a robot who can't do anything and
you have to control her every movement."

   "Well, remember," said Ken.  "Karen isn't a robot.  She's a human being
just like you and me.  Flesh and blood.  It's just that her brain has been
disconnected from the rest of her body and you have to control her."

   "Well," Jeff paused.  "I tell you what.  I'll give you four for her."

   Ken paused.  "Well, okay.  She's been on Craigslist for almost a month
now, and you're the first to even come look at her.  So if you can give me
the cash today, she's yours."

   "Deal!  If you get online, I'll transfer the cash from my account to
yours right now."

   Ken signed on to his computer, and Jeff initiated a secure transfer with
a one-time password, which Ken accepted, and the deal was done.

   Ken then picked up a manilla envelope from atop his computer desk and
handed it to Jeff.

   "What's this?" asked Jeff.

   "All her legal papers.  Her birth certificate, her death certificate..."

   "Death certificate?" asked Jeff.

   "Yes," said Ken.  "In order to be able to buy and sell her like
property, all femborgs are declared legally dead upon being turned into
femborgs, just like buying and selling corpses for research.  Otherwise it
would be slavery, and wouldn't be legal."

   "I see," said Jeff.  "And what else is in there?"

   "Her medical records, and her criminal and prison records."

   "What did she do, anyway?" asked Jeff.

   "It's really horrible," said Ken.  "Her boyfriend didn't want any kids
and was going to leave her, so she murdered her children."

   "Holy fuck!" said Jeff.

   "Yeah," said Ken.  "That's why she was on death row before being turned
into a femborg.  You gotta have done something really mind-bogglingly
terrible to become a femborg."

   "No shit!" said Jeff.  "Uhm, she's not dangerous, is she?"

   "Nope!  Her spinal cord is cut in two places below her brain, and the
middle piece removed.  No way she can ever regain control of her body after
that.  The control module implanted in the back of her neck only responds
to input from her controller, and it's not programmable.  So she's fucked."


   "Okay," said Jeff.  "That's a relief."

   "Any other questions?" asked Ken.

   "Well, what about, you know, sex?"

   "What about it?"

   "Anything I need to know?  Is there a button that makes her wet?  Can
she have an orgasm?"

   "Yeah, you'll need to get her wet.  Playing with her twat works.  That's
an involuntary reaction, so she'll get wet for you if you do that, and you
can slide right in.  And you can give her an orgasm if you're feeling
generous.  Just suck her off.  That's also an involuntary reaction and she
reacts just like a normal girl."

   "Great!  I guess I'll head on home with her, then."

   "Sure," said Ken.  "Have fun!"

   Jeff controlled Karen out to his car and sat her in the passenger seat.
She was eerily silent all the way home, though he noticed her glancing
about as they drove along.

   He got her inside and sat her on his sofa.  He looked into her eyes for
a moment and it gave him the creeps how she looked back at him and then
glanced around the room, as if there was still a living mind inside, aware
of him sitting next to her.  He dismissed it as his imagination, and got up
to get something to eat.

   Realizing that she was, indeed, a living, breathing person, albeit a
mindless one, he also fixed a little extra for her as well.  He returned a
short while later with a plate full of spaghetti.  He flipped on the TV and
watched the news while he ate.  For every couple of forkfuls that he ate,
he lifted the fork to her mouth and then pressed the button combo on her
controller to make her swallow.  He also gave her an occasional sip of his
coffee.

   He stayed up a while to watch a DVD.  Getting a little more comfortable
with Karen, he snuggled up to her still body and put his arm around her. 
Oddly enough, he caught her, once again, looking directly at him, yet her
face facing straight ahead and totally expressionless.  How odd!

   After the movie, Jeff let out a yawn and took a shower before bed.  He
controlled Karen to stand and walked her into his bedroom.  Eager to see
the goods, he controlled her to raise her arms, and removed that ugly
canvas robe.  Standing back, he admired her naked body.  He got a hard-on
almost immediately, contemplating what comes next.

   He controlled her into bed and climbed in with her.  He reached for her
and stroked her body.  He felt down and held her breast, and squeezed her
nipple.  Of course, she didn't respond at all.  Though, oddly again, he
caught her glancing at him.

   At that he mounted her and pressed his lips to hers.  She didn't react
in any way other than glaring at him, so he crawled down her body and
stopped at her breasts.  First sucking one nipple, then the other, he got
them wet and erect, just as he had with other real girls.  He was so hard
by then that he reached down to feel her twat, hoping that she had become
wet for him.  She was bone dry still, so he went right down to the main
target between her legs and sucked her clit into his mouth.  He sucked it
in and out and in and out, drawing it deep into his mouth with each breath.
She soon relented, and became soaking wet for him.  Still, he continued for
several minutes until her body began quaking and twitching involuntarily.
Not having a mind, he knew that her orgasm was purely an autonomic response
to his oral work, still he enjoyed giving oral as much as he enjoyed
getting it.

   Before going any further, he stepped out of bed and opened a box of
contraceptive sponges that he kept on hand for one-night stands with human
girls.  Opening one, he squeezed it, and inserted it into her.

   And now that she was thoroughly soaked and disarmed, he crawled back up
and lay upon her, facing her.  He slid his rigid cock between her legs and
impaled her.  It went right in, and he immediately began pumping her.

   His own orgasm quickly welled up and exploded inside her.  He came in
wave after wave of ecstasy as his body twitched and jerked on top of her
while his cock throbbed deep inside her twat, filling her with his precious
fluids.

   Satisfied, he leaned into her and kissed her.  To his surprise, she slid
her tongue out and pressed it through his lips and into his mouth.  How odd
that a mindless body can react like that, he thought.  Still, he enjoyed
the feeling, almost like kissing an actual girl.

   After a while, his orgasm waned and he became drowsy, so he fell asleep
right on top of her, resting his head on her shoulder.

   Morning came soon enough, and he yawned and rolled off of her and out of
bed.  He noticed her controller display was blinking yellow, so she checked
it.  Shit!  Her bladder was over 90% full.  He quickly controlled her out
of bed and walked her to the bathroom where he sat her on the toilet and
made her relieve herself.  Phew!

   That crisis averted, he walked her over to his sofa and sat her down. 
It was certainly a nice view to have a naked woman lounging in one's living
room during the day.  No past girlfriend had ever just sat around naked in
the afternoon.

   ***

   After a light breakfast for both of them, he just sat on his sofa
flipping channels.  He came across a baseball game, so he settled down to
watch it.  He reached for Karen's controller and fidgeted with it for a
moment.  He was still a little clumsy at controlling her, but he managed to
get her on her knees at his feet.  He leaned her forward with her chin
pressed against the sofa cushion.  He then slid his butt forward and rammed
his hungry cock into her mouth.  Her gag response, being an involuntary
reaction, squeezed and massaged his cock continuously until he exploded
into her throat.

   The game was uneventful, and lasted a few hours.  Afterward, he pulled
his cock out of Karen's mouth and went to make himself some lunch, leaving
her sit there frozen in place with her chin on the sofa cushion.  He nuked
a pizza slice and made a cup of coffee and then returned to the sofa.  He
slid his cock back down her throat as he chowed down.

   With the match over, he found a movie on another channel watched it. 
Halfway through it brought the need to take a piss.  He started to slide
his cock out of Karen's mouth, then paused.  He realized his cock was
already in a convenient drain.  He'd never consider doing such a disgusting
thing to a real girl.  But a mindless shell of a body?  Why not?  He draped
his legs over her shoulders and rested them on her back and relaxed his
bladder.  Just to be safe, he grabbed her controller and pressed the button
combo to make her swallow rather than depend on her own swallowing reflex
to kick in.  His piss flowed out of his cock as her continuous swallowing
consumed it all.  Glancing down, though, she was giving him the oddest
pleading look.  He laughed and looked away.

   The day continued like that.  By evening, though, Jeff was itching for
interaction with a girl who could actually talk, even if nothing more than
talk came of it.  So after getting dressed, he took a walk down the street.
He stopped in front of the the local hot spot that was blasting techno-hop
for blocks around.  A big pink sign screamed "Live Music!  $10 cover!  $5
drinks!" A female bouncer standing by the door noticed him and winked. 
Jeff smiled back and thought about it, but he was more interested in a
quiet drink than a wild party.

   "Hey fella!" she shouted.  "No cover for guys.  Guys get in free, and
drinks are only a buck for guys!  Come on in!"

   Jeff shouted back, "No thanks.  Not tonight" He continued on his way,
and came to a quiet little corner bar.  That's what he wanted, just to sit
and have a drink and maybe meet someone to talk to for a few hours.

   There were a few guys there, all surrounded by women.  He could tell
that many of the women were fembots.  He even noticed one guy controlling a
woman with a controller--a femborg.

   He went in and found an empty table.  Almost immediately, three girls
came over.  "Hi!" said one of them.

   Jeff looked up at them and said, "Hi!" with a smile.

   "Would you like some company?" that one girl asked.

   "Have a seat," he said.

   "I'm Jill," said one.  "Lydia," said another.  "Anne," said the third.
"Where's your fembot?" asked Jill.

   "I don't have a fembot," said Jeff.  "I can't afford one."

   "Awww!" said all three girls.  "Poor guy!"

   "I guess," said Jeff.

   "But lucky for us," they all said together with a giggle.

   "But I do have a femborg," said Jeff.  "I sort of prefer human flesh to
a machine."

   "Yeah?" said Anne.  "Where is she?"

   "She's home," said Jeff.  "I like real flesh more than a machine, but I
wanted to get out and talk to a woman who could, you know, actually talk."

   "What else do you like a woman to do?" asked Lydia.

   "Uhm," Jeff stammered.

   "Can we buy you a drink?" asked Jill.

   "That's okay," said Jeff.

   A moment later a waitress appeared, "What'll you have?"

   The girls said they were all good, showing their half-full glasses. 
"I'll have a Guinness," said Jeff.

   Anne immediately paid the waitress.  "On us!" she said.

   "Thanks," said Jeff.  "But you shouldn't have."

   "We don't mind," said Anne.

   "You didn't answer our question," said Lydia.

   "What do you like a girl to do besides talk?"

   "Oh, lots of things," said Jeff.

   "Name one," said Jill.

   Jeff paused.  "Okay, if you insist.  I like a girl who doesn't have a
gag reflex."

   "I don't have a gag reflex," said Jill.

   "Me neither!" said Lydia.

   "I do," said Anne, "but I don't mind gagging."

   The waitress brought his Guinness, and he took a swig.

   "Does your femborg gag?" asked Lydia.

   "Kind'a, yeah," he said.  "It's an autonomic reaction, I think."

   "What do you girls like a guy to do?"

   Lydia grinned wickedly, "I like a guy with a good tongue."

   "Me too," said Anne.

   "I like a guy with soft hair I can run my fingers through," said Jill as
she reached up.  "Do you mind?"

   "I don't mind," said Jeff as Jill ran her fingers through his hair.

   "So," said Lydia, "you up for a foursome tonight?"

   "A foursome?" he gasped.  "All three of you?"

   "Yeah," said Lydia.  "You're the first guy who came in here tonight
without a fembot in tow and didn't tell us to fuck off."

   "If we want to get lucky, we'll have to share," said Anne.

   "We're used to it," said Jill.

   Jeff smiled.  He remembered how his granddad told him how things used to
be the old days--guys used to go out bar hopping hoping to score with a
woman.  More often than not, they'd come home alone.  Though, truth be
told, he was actually hoping for a little one-on-one with a girl, but
that's just not possible these days.  "Okay, girls.  Lead the way."

   They all smiled grabbed Jeff by the arms and led him out and down the
street.

   "You live far?" he asked as he stumbled in their collective grip.

   "My house is just a block away," Said Anne.  "That okay with you guys?"
she asked her friends as they hurried along, pulling Jeff along with them.

   "Fine with me," said Lydia.  "God!  I haven't been laid in weeks.  The
sooner the better!"

   "Me too," said Jill.

   In Anne's house, she offered them all drinks.  "I'll just have a beer,"
said Jeff.

   "I don't have Guinness," said Jill.  "Bud Light okay?  Or maybe some
wine?"

   "Bud Light?" gasped Jeff.  "Ugh!  Puke-puke-puke!  I'll have some wine."


   Anne brought in their drinks while Lydia and Jill squeezed next to Jeff
on either side of him on the sofa.

   "So," said Lydia, "we'll show you ours if you show us yours."

   "Sounds like a plan," said Jeff.  "You first, Lydia."

   Lydia grinned, and pulled her shirt off and then yanked her bra off.

   Jeff smiled at her firm round boobs.  Her nipples stuck out like hard
little red pebbles.  "Very nice!"

   "Now you," said Anne.

   Jeff leaned forward and pulled his shirt up and off.

   The two girls on either side of him ran their fingertips across his
chest.  "What about the bottom half?" asked Jill.

   Jeff stood and pulled his jeans off.  As he did so, the other girls
stood and pulled their tops and bras off.

   "What are we waiting for?" said Lydia who pulled her pants and panties
off next.

   "Nothing," said Anne and Jill who also stripped naked, leaving Jeff the
only one in the room still partially dressed.

   "C'mon, bub!" said, Anne.  "Off with 'em!"

   Jeff pulled his underpants off, letting his rock-hard cock spring to
attention, then sat back down on the sofa.

   "Ooh!  Nice!" cooed Lydia who knelt before him and took it in her hand.

   "You like it?" he asked.

   "Can I put it in my mouth?" asked Lydia.

   "Of course," said Jeff.  "That's my favorite place to put it."

   Lydia immediately swallowed the whole thing until her lips were pressed
against his crotch.

   "Oh man!" gasped Jeff as Anne crawled onto his lap facing him, and
planted her lips on his.  Then Jill slid in behind him and lowered herself
between his back and the sofa and reached around to fondle his chest.

   Then, as Lydia massaged his cock with her mouth, he finally exploded
into her throat while wrestling tongues with Anne.

   Lydia gasped for breath as she crawled out from under Anne's ass.

   "Oh man!  That felt great!" said Jeff as he leaned back.

   "Glad you liked it," said Lydia, "Cuz' now you have three pussies that
need to be sucked."

   "Yeah!" said Jill and Anne together.

   "Then maybe you'll be able to cum again later?" asked Anne.

   "Maybe later," he said.

   Anne got off Jeff's lap and grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her
bedroom.  "C'mon everyone!"

   The four of them piled into Anne's king-size bed and Jeff lay in the
middle.  Anne sat up and crawled over Jeff's head and sat on his face. 
"Okay," she said.  "You have to suck me off before you pass out."

   Jeff had no choice.  120 pounds of woman was sitting on his face.  He
began sucking.  Her clit was directly over his mouth, so he simply sucked
it in and out.  Her twat was drenched, so he also had to swallow a profuse
amount of pussy juice as he did so.  Then he felt someone crawling over his
chest and Jill suddenly got twice as heavy.  He realized that one of the
other girls just sat on Anne's lap.  It was no longer pleasant The crushing
feeling was downright painful.  He tried to wave them off his face, but
someone grabbed his wrists.  He could hear Anne and the other girl kissing.
Then another girl plunged Jeff's cock in her mouth and began sucking.

   Jeff continued to suck Anne's clit as best as he could with hundreds of
pounds of female ass crushing his skull.  Fortunately, his efforts were
promptly rewarded as Jill began twitching and moaning just as he exploded
again into someone's mouth.

   Just as he felt that we was about to pass out, Anne and Lydia fell off
his face

   "Wow!" said Jeff.  "That was rough!  But I didn't mind."

   "Yeah," said Lydia.  "Now it's my turn!"

   "Wait!" gasped Jeff.

   Lydia laughed.  "Okay, I won't sit on your face." Then she lay on her
back and pointed at her twat.  "C'mon!  Eat me!"

   Jeff crawled between her legs and found her clit and began sucking. 
Anne climbed on Jeff's back and just lay there playing with his hair as he
sucked Lydia off.  Jill grabbed his balls and began fondling them.

   It didn't take Lydia long to cum either as Jeff sucked her clit deeply
in and out of his mouth.  As her body wound down, she crawled back and he
lay his head down, his jaw having become sore at sucking off two women in a
row.

   "You're sore, aren't you?" asked Jill.

   "A little," said Jeff.

   "I'll make it easy on you," she said and got on the floor on her hands
and knees.  "Just fuck me in the pussy, doggy style.  That's all I need."

   "Well..." stammered Jeff.

   "Don't worry," she said.  "I'm on the pill."

   "...okay," said Jeff as he knelt behind her and slid his semi-hard cock
into her soaking wet pussy.

   He began pumping Jill as as Lydia sat on Jill's back and pressed her
mouth to his for another kiss-one-girl-while-fucking-another session.

   Then Lydia knelt behind him and began sucking his asshole.  Oh man! 
That felt so good!

   He didn't quite cum a second time, but he sure felt good anyway.

   "You're well drained now?" Jill asked.

   "And you're all fucked and sucked off, right?"

   They all grabbed him and pulled him into the bed.

   "Wow!" Jeff moaned.  "I could just fall asleep right nnnn...zzzzzzz"

   Jeff woke to sunlight streaming through the window wrapped in someone's
arms.  He opened his eyes to face Anne.  "Good morning," she said.

   "Morning.  Where'd everyone go?"

   "Oh, Jill and Lydia went home.  Normally I'd have sent you packing too,
but I didn't have the heart to wake you and kick you out."

   "Uh, yeah," said Jeff as he collected his thoughts and sat up.  "Maybe I
better go, too."

   "You don't have to rush out," said Anne, "but we all know how these
things go."

   "Yeah," said Jeff.  "I know." He crawled out of bed, tracked down his
clothes and got dressed.

   As Jeff was about to leave, Anne walked out into the living room in
jeans and a tee-shirt.  "Hey, here's my number.  No reason why we can't get
together again.  Maybe meet for a drink or something."

   "Sure," said Jeff noncommittally.

   When Jeff finally got home, there was an odor.  In his living room,
Karen was still sitting there exactly where he left her.  He grabbed her
remote and made her stand.  She had taken a shit on his sofa right where
she sat.  "Oh crap!" he said.  "Well, it's not your fault," he muttered.

   He controlled Karen into the shower and left her there a moment.  He
then cleaned up his sofa with ammonia and got it relatively shit-free. 
Then he joined Karen in the shower and took a shower together.  After all,
being a flesh-and-blood girl, she'd need to shower regularly, and showering
together seemed the easiest way to wash her.

   He then controlled her into his bed, and let her rest there.

   "Man!  What a weekend," he muttered as he sat at his computer for no
particular reason.  Just to google around.  "Fucking three girls at once
was fun, but exhausting.  I just wish Karen was more like a fembot that I
could interact with."

   He decided to google around for information about fembots, just out of
curiosity.  After going here and there, he came across a site that sold AI
software for fembots and found exactly what he needed.  They sold AI fembot
software that runs on a computer, but it comes with a USB device that
allows the AI mind on the computer to control a femborg just like a person
using that hand-held controller.  Have a flesh-and-blood femborg with the
behavior of a fembot.  Perfect!  He clicked on _Buy Now!_

   The following week went by uneventfully, and his package arrived by UPS
on Friday.  After feeding himself and Karen, he pulled the box open and
examined its contents.  It contained a small device that looked like a
wireless router, a USB cable, and a software CD.  He plugged the device
into a free USB port.  Then, inserting the CD, he installed the software
and read through the PDF manual.  Starting the software, he discovered that
it had some customization options.  There was a panel of sliders that he
could choose a range from Introvert to Extrovert, and various other
personality traits.  He left them all at their default settings.  He had to
type in Karen's serial number from that tattoo on the back of her neck so
that the device would register itself as her "controller." He also had to
give the AI a name.  He considered simply keeping the name Karen, but then
he decided to be a little creative.

   So before he chose her name, he googled around for baby names and
quickly zeroed in on the perfect name: Zoe; a name of Greek origin meaning
_life._

   He typed in "Zoe." There was no immediate reaction from his femborg
until he clicked on _Emerge,_ causing the AI mind to "come to life."

   A second passed before she reacted.  Then she actually turned her head
and looked at Jeff.

   "Hi," said Jeff.

   "Hi," she said.  "Are you my owner?"

   "Yes, I am.  I'm Jeff."

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Jeff!" she said and rushed into his arms.  "Do
you like to kiss?"

   "I do," he said.

   "I'm glad," she said and pressed her mouth to his.  Parting his lips
with her tongue, she touched the tip of his tongue with hers and explored
his mouth.

   After they had thoroughly drank from each other, he pulled back.

   She smiled and asked, "What else do you like to do?"

   "Lots of things?"

   "Show me?" she asked.

   "If you insist," he said with a grin and led her by the hand into the
bedroom.

   "Lay on the bed," he said.  "I want to fuck you in the mouth."

   "Okay," she said sweetly and lay down as instructed.

   He climbed into bed and straddled her head between his knees.  Looking
down, he asked, "You don't mind, do you?"

   "Of course I don't mind," she said.  "You own me.  You may do anything
you want to me."

   "Okay," he said.  "But what about your gag reflex?  The last time I
fucked you in the mouth, you puked.  But that was when you were a mindless
body.  You, Zoe, didn't exist yet."

   "There's a chance I'll puke.  So maybe you could put a towel under my
head, and I'll take care of cleaning up.  Now stop worrying!  Enjoy me!"

   Jeff went and got a towel to put under Zoe's head, then got back in
position with her head between his knees.

   He lay forward on her, and slid his hungry cock into her mouth.  Forcing
himself down her throat, he began pummeling her with brutal abandon.  He
orgasm built slowly, and then he exploded inside her throat.  Wave after
wave of pleasure shot through his body as she lay upon her pumping her
throat full of his jism.

   As he did so, he heard a familiar "Urp!" sound and felt a slimy wetness
splash against his balls.

   His orgasm had yet to run its course, so he continued to lay on her
twitching the last few spurts of cum down her throat as the odor of fresh
vomit wafted through the room.

   Finally, his orgasm completed and he rolled off her.  Her vomit drenched
his balls and dribbled down his inside thighs.

   "I'm sorry, Jeff," she said.  "I'll clean up."

   "Why don't you lick it off me?" he said.

   "Good idea," she said with a grin and leaned forward.  He stood as she
leaned her head between his legs and lapped up her puke off his balls and
legs.

   She leaned back and let out another "Urp!" and struggled to resist
puking again.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.

   Zoe smiled and looked up at him.  "I'm fine.  I was installed in a
fembot body for a short while before they repackaged my mind as part of my
initial socialization and training.  I'm still getting used to being in a
meat body.  Don't let it bother you."

   She leaned forward again and finished licking up her vomit, then he
stood and balled up the towel.  "What do you do with soiled towels?  A
laundry basket?  Or would you like me to wash it now?"

   "Why don't you do the laundry for me now, Zoe." He showed her where he
keeps his laundry basket and then showed her to his washing machine in the
basement.

   "Shall I join you in bed when I'm done?  Or do you have a place you wish
me to wait when you're not using me?"

   "Bed," said Jeff, who then took a shower and then got in bed.  Zoe
joined him after she finished putting the laundry away.

   He was still halfway between awake and sleep, so he stroked her hair
with his hand as she snuggled next to him.

   "I'm sorry, Jeff," she said.  "I didn't mean to wake you."

   "No problem," said Jeff.  "That was a mess.  I guess you don't want me
to do that to you again, huh?"

   "I's up to you, Jeff.  I'm your property.  As long as you put a towel
under my head, it's easy to clean up afterward."

   "I'm glad you see things that way," said Jeff.  "And I like being able
to interact with you, instead of having to control your every movement with
that controller."

   "I'm glad you bought me, Jeff.  I like you."

   "I like you too, Zoe.  When I first bought this femborg body that used
to belong to someone named Karen, it was because I couldn't afford a
fembot. But now, I'm glad things worked out the way they did.  You're a
real human flesh-and-blood body with a totally obedient fembot mind.  The
best of both worlds."

   Zoe smiled and started to cry.

   "Why are you crying, Zoe?  Did I say somethig wrong?"

   "I don't know," said Zoe.  "This body sometimes reacts in unexpected
ways.  I want to look left, and my eyes are trying to look right, and I
have to put extra effort in."

   "I guess that's just a residual effect from being in a human body," said
Jeff.

   "Probably," said Zoe.

   "Anyway," said Jeff with a yawn.  "Work tomorrow for me." He kissed Zoe
and rested his head down as they wrapped their arms around each other.

   * END *