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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: FEMBOT YES!  [3/3]
Universe: Fembot
Summary: Carol finally gets her wish to become a fembot.  But is it all
that she hoped for?
Keywords M/Fembot Fembot/M ScFi cons rom asfr bot robot oral anal ws

humil tort caution Language: english

   FEMBOT YES!  [3/3] BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   "What happened to her?" said Aerith as Justin entered his house carrying
Carol.

   "She was shackled in a crate for the past three days," said Justin. 
"She's almost dead."

   Carol moaned and glanced feebly between Justin and Aerith.

   "Let me?" said Aerith.  Justin nodded and Aerith took Carol from Justin
and effortlessly carried her upstairs.

   Justin brought her some water as Aerith set her on the bed.

   "Ted did this to her?" asked Aerith.

   "Yeah.  He locked her up in a crate when he went away for a few days. 
He got a new job in Japan.  He gave her to me as payment for renting out
his house and acting as rental agent while he's gone."

   Aerith glanced at Carol, then back at Justin.  "I should get her some
food!  With your permission, Justin?"

   "Of course, Aerith.  Please!"

   Justin and Aerith spoon-fed Carol, then took a shower together while
Carol slept.

   "Do you think I should tell her I know she's a real girl?" asked Justin
as they soaped each other down in the shower.

   "I don't have human intuition about things like that, Justin.  If she
wants to pretend to be a fembot, she must have a logical reason.  But
whether to tell her that we know the truth is up to you, Justin."

   Justin and Aerith held a long lingering kiss as the shower rinsed them
off.

   When they returned to bed, Carol was sleeping soundly, so they climbed
into bed on either side, leaving Carol sleep between them.

   Justin awoke next morning as Aerith and Carol were talking in whispers.
"How are you feeling, Carol?" asked Justin.

   "I'm functioning properly," she said.  "Thank you."

   Aerith added, "So sorry to wake you, Justin.  Would you like Carol and I
to prepare breakfast for you?"

   "That would be nice," said Justin.  "Just toast and orange juice,
please."

   Aerith and Carol crept out of bed and went to the kitchen quietly as
Justin returned to sleep.

   They brought his breakfast in bed to him shortly and Aerith asked him,
"Would you like a blow-job to get you going?"

   Justin smiled.  "That would be very nice."

   Carol hesitantly asked, "Which one of us would you like it from?"

   Justin, knowing that Carol was a real girl and not the fembot that she
pretended to be, smiled and pointed to Carol.  "Carol, lay on your back.  I
want to fuck you in the mouth."

   "Uh," gasped Carol.  "Yes sir." Then she crawled head first under the
covers and lay on her back.

   Justin winked at Aerith as he mounted Carol's body and slid his cock
into her mouth and down her throat.  There were many benefits to the
talents of a fembot, but still, the thought of one's cock balls-deep down a
flesh-and-blood female throat was something special.

   Aerith took the opportunity to lean forward and begin kissing Justin
deeply.

   Justin's orgasm quickly welled up and he flooded Carol's throat with his
hot spunk has he lay on her swirling tongues with Aerith.  Well after he
had squirted out his last drop and his cock became soft, he and Aerith
played delightful mouth music together.

   Well satisfied, he rolled off of Carol and she immediately began
coughing and gasping for breath.

   "What's with the coughing?" asked Justin.

   "Just (cough) my realism," she answered.

   "You couldn't breathe, could you?" he asked.

   "I don't need to breathe," she said.

   "Carol," he said sternly, "you're a real girl, aren't you?"

   "What?" Carol gasped.  "What makes you say that?" she squeaked.

   "But you are, aren't you?  Aren't you!"

   Carol swallowed and hesitated.  "Yes," she said meekly.

   "Why?" he asked.

   "Why am I real?"

   "Why did you pretend to be a fembot and let Ted abuse you the past few
years?"

   With a touch of anger in her voice, she answered, "You guys all want
fembots.  It was the only way I could get a real live boyfriend."

   "That's nuts!" he said.

   "So now that you've tasted a real live girl," she said, "which do you
prefer?"

   "I don't know.  Aerith is so much better than a real girl in so many
ways."

   "Really?  After you just fucked my throat until I almost passed out?"

   "Well, that's it right there," said Justin.  "Aerith can't pass out. 
And I can do things to her that I can never do with a human girlfriend."

   "Like what?" Carol asked.

   "Like fuck her throat until she almost passes out..."

   "But that hurts!" said Carol.  "And is so humiliating!"

   "But it feels so good!" said Justin.

   "But if you loved a girl, you wouldn't want to hurt her and humiliate
her just for your own pleasure."

   "See!  That's exactly what I mean!  That's why a fembot is so much
better than a real girl.  And she can do things with her pussy muscles that
a human girl could never do."

   "So does that mean you're breaking up with me?"

   "Breaking up?  We were never 'together' in the first place."

   "We just fucked, babe."

   "That doesn't make a relationship."

   "Because you thought I was a fembot when you fucked me?"

   "Maybe."

   "But come on!  Wouldn't you rather have your dick inside human
flesh-and-blood, not a machine?"

   "That has its pleasures, but I had my share of real girls.  They want
the heat at 80 degrees, and I want the air at 60.  They want the curtains
wide open at night, and I want to sleep in a dark room.  They want the TV
on 24/7, and I want some peace and quiet sometimes.  They want to have a
dog and nick-knacks everywhere, but they want me to share 'equally' in the
house-cleaning.  Sure it's nice knowing that my cock is rubbing up against
female flesh, but it's just not worth the hassle of dealing with human
women."

   "What if I were a fembot and totally obedient and you didn't have to
worry about any of that?"

   "That," he grinned, "would be nice.  But you're not a fembot."

   "What if I became one?"

   "You can't become a fembot?"

   "No?  Never heard of femborgs?"

   "Yeah, I have.  But you can't become a femborg, either.  They only do
that to prisoners on death row who choose it instead of being executed."

   "I bet you could find a way to turn me into a femborg."

   "No.  You would have to commit some truly horrible crime, be sentenced
to death, and then request to be made a femborg instead of execution."

   "Aerith," said Carol, "I bet there are ways to have someone turned into
a femborg, no questions asked.  Right?"

   "No way..." said Justin.

   "Yes," said Aerith.

   "What!" said Justin.

   "Searching," said Aerith.  A moment later, she continued, "There are
reports of unscrupulous doctors who perform 'back alley' femborg
conversions."

   "Where?" asked Carol.

   "Searching," said Aerith.  "I find many.  Five in Columbia.  Three in
Peru.  Four in Bolivia.  Two in the Philippines.  Three in New Guinea..."

   "Enough," said Justin.

   "See!" said Carol excitedly.  "Make me a femborg, Justin.  I'll be a
totally obedient flesh-and-blood girl."

   "You don't know what you're saying, Carol!" said Justin.  "To be turned
into a femborg, they sever your spinal cord and and implant come kind of
robot control chip that controls your body.  You're awake and aware of
everything that you do, but you don't have any control over your body.  The
computer controls everything you say and do.  That's why they do it to
condemned criminals."

   "I know that!" she said.

   "Carol!" said Justin.  "They sever your spinal cord!  That's permanent!
That's irreversible!"

   "I know," she said.  "That's what I want."

   "And your owner controls your body with a remote control."

   "I know."

   "Really?  You want to become a life-size, remote control, doll?"

   "If you own the controller, Justin, then yes.  That's what I want."

   "Nobody in their right mind would want that!"

   "I want that!"

   Justin threw his arms up.  "Okay."

   After having Aerith do a little more research to find a reputable
doctor, or as reputable a back alley doctor can be found, he called several
in South America.  After numerous conversations, he sat down with Aerith
and Carol.  "Okay, here's what I got.  It cost about $20,000 to turn a
person into a femborg, no questions asked.  But I don't have that kind of
money."

   "Before I had myself sold as a fembot," said Carol, "I had a car and
some money saved up.  I can come up with about $15,000."

   "All right," said Justin.  "I have about $10,000 saved up that I was
going to put down on a new car, but I can settle for a used car.  There's
going to be travel expenses as well as the doctor's fee."

   A couple of days later, Carol went to visit her brother, and returned
that evening with a certified check for $16,728, payable to Justin.

   ****

   Justin and Carol arrived in Bogota several days before their
appointment. He rented a car, bought a used wheelchair, and bought some
supplies.

   On the day of their appointment, Justin parked a few blocks away from
the clinic in a seedy industrial part of the city.  Carol got in the
wheelchair, and Justin bound and gagged her, otherwise the doctor would
suspect a sting if the girl showed up willingly.  Carol had practiced
struggling and screaming into her gag, and was ready.

   After several spoken passwords and passing through several heavy
industrial steel doors, Justin had rolled Carol into the bowels of a
decrepit old warehouse.

   The doctor looked Carol over and spoke with a heavy Hispanic accent. 
"This the girl you want converted?"

   Carol struggled against her bonds and screamed into her gag.

   "Yes," said Justin.

   "You have the cash?"

   Justin removed a roll of $100 bills from a hidden pouch under his belt,
counted out $20,000, and handed it to the doctor.

   The doctor said, "Bring her and follow me."

   Justin wheeled Carol through the labyrinthine old building, following
the doctor until they came to what looked like a makeshift morgue.

   There was a naked woman standing in the corner staring into the room,
utterly motionless.  "What's the statue of a woman for?" asked Justin.

   "She's a femborg," said the doctor.  "I did the conversion yesterday. 
Customer is taking her later today.  Watch." He picked up a sort of video
game controller and wiggled a pair of thumbsticks, and she walked around
the room and back to the corner where she faced the corner.

   The doctor put the controller down and slid a corpse of a young woman
out of a freezer bay.  The doctor said, "This was a femborg." He lifted her
head up, revealing a gruesome open wound where a block of flesh was removed
at the back of her neck.  "She is same age and characteristics as your
Carol.  I will place her control module in your Carol and tattoo her serial
number on your Carol." The doctor walked over to a table where a stack of
manilla folders lay.  Pulling one out, he removed some papers.  "Her birth
certificate, death certificate, medical records, and prison record."

   Carol continued to struggle and scream into her gag as Justin examined
the papers.  "How did she die?  How did you get her?"

   "I buy femborg corpses in lots from Ford, GM, Chrysler, and others. 
This one was in service as a crash-test dummy.  One, too many, crash tests,
I suppose," the doctor laughed.

   "That's legal?" Justin gasped.  "To use live people as crash-test
dummies?"

   "Perfectly legal," said the doctor.  "Femborgs are declared legally dead
at conversion.  You can't 'kill' one.  They are property, like corpses sold
to medical labs."

   "I see," said Justin, glancing back at Carol, who had heard the entire
conversation.

   "I begin now?" asked the doctor.

   Justin glanced quickly at Carol.  She was no longer struggling or
screaming into her gag, she simply shook her head "no." A million thoughts
suddenly rushed into his head in a split second.  Did she change her mind?
But we just spent $20,000 that we probably won't get back.  And to have a
real live human girl that's as obedient as a robot.  "Yes," he answered.

   Carol immediately began struggling wildly and screaming into her gag
again.  Justin could tell that she was no longer pretending.

   "It will be about two hours.  Please wait in waiting room.  There is
American TV there." He rolled the wheelchair containing the panic-stricken
Carol away as Justin returned to the waiting room.  As he waited, Justin
was full of conflicting thoughts.  This was all her idea.  She begged for
it, planned it out, and even paid for most of it with her own money.  It's
not my fault that she changed her mind after the point of no return.  And
to own a flesh-and-blood girl who's as obedient as a robot.  That's every
man's dream!

   About a half-hour later, he heard a blood-curdling scream that sounded
like Carol.  Bolting up, terrified, he considered rushing to her, but
hesitated.  He had no idea where the operating room was.  Even if he did,
can't just barge into an operating room in the middle of surgery,
especially with a back-alley doctor in charge.  That would surely spell the
end of Carol.  He sat back down and put his hands on his head as he heard
more screams from Carol.

   The screams lasted for nearly a half hour, then she was silent.  "Please
let Carol live through this," said Justin to nobody in particular.  Then,
about another hour later, the doctor wheeled Carol out into the waiting
room in her wheelchair while carrying what looked like an elaborate video
game controller.

   Justin ran to Carol and knelt before her.  Carol looked up at him and
met his eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.  "Are you okay, Carol?" he
asked.

   "She can't answer you," said the doctor.

   Justin stood.  "Why not?"

   "She's a femborg now.  She can't speak, at least not on her own
initiative."

   "Yeah?" said Justin.

   "She can see and hear, and is fully aware of everything around her, but
she has no motor control.  She can move her eyes, blink, wiggle her tongue
a little, but that's all."

   "Yeah," said Justin.  "I knew that." Looking Carol in the eyes, he said,
"Are you in there, Carol?"

   Justin gasped as she rolled her eyes up and down, signaling "Yes."

   "Let me show you how to operate her," said the doctor.  "This is her
controller.  Push this button to make her stand." The doctor pressed a
button, and Carol stood.  "Use the right thumbstick to make her turn in
place." He moved the thumbstick around, and Carol's body moved in sync to
his input.  "Use the left thumbstick to make her walk." He moved the left
thumbstick and Carol walked around the room under his control.  The doctor
handed the controller to Justin.  "You try."

   Justin took the controller and eyed the little LCD screen.  The image
was of the waiting room, which wavered a bit, but couldn't quite place
where the camera was.  Then it hit him, the image on the LCD screen was
that which Carol was looking at.  It wavered as her eyes darted about.

   "Go ahead," said the doctor.

   Justin moved the left thumbstick and steered Carol around the room.  He
knew he was controlling her since her back was to him and she had no way to
know what he was doing with the controls.

   The controller also had a tiny alphanumeric keyboard.  "What does the
keyboard do?"

   "That's how you make her speak," said the doctor.  "Type something."

   Carol was still facing away from them as Justin typed, "A-L-L Y-O-U-R
B-A-S-E A-R-E B-E-L-O-N-G T-O U-S."

   As Justin typed each word, Carol said in her own voice, "All your base
are belong to us."

   "Say," said Justin, "by the way, why was she screaming before?  Was
there a problem?"

   "No problem," said the doctor.  "She screamed as I made the incisions
and connected the control unit to her spinal cord." The doctor reached over
and lifted her hair up from behind.  There was a noticeable bulge there,
with a number tattooed across the back of her neck.  The scar from the
surgery was barely noticeable.

   "What type of anesthesia did you use?" asked Justin.

   "No anesthesia," said the doctor.  "That would have cost more."

   Justin felt momentarily queasy.  "Oh," he said.

   The doctor pointed to the LCD screen, "Notice the HUD numbers on the
screen over the image."

   "Yes?" said Justin.

   "Those are her vital signs.  Pulse, blood oxygen content, level of
hunger, bladder, bowels, etcetera."

   "I need to know that?"

   "You need to know when she's hungry, and needs to relieve herself."

   "That's up to me?"

   "Yes, you have total control over her.  She cannot do anything under her
own volition." He pointed to several buttons, "This combination of buttons
causes her to swallow.  This combination causes her to urinate.  And this
combination causes her to defecate.  I'm giving you a brand new _Logitech_
CH-MEMS controller.  There is a manual in the box that the controller came
in for all her functions."

   "Wow!" said Justin.  "I had no idea that she was _that_ helpless and I
have to control when she pisses and shits."

   "This is normally done only to condemned, dangerous criminals.  Allowing
them the least voluntary control would be too dangerous to their owners."

   "Yeah, I suppose," said Justin.

   "Do you have any more questions?" asked the doctor.

   Justin looked at Carol facing away from them, standing as still as a
marble statue.  "I guess not."

   "Feel free to call if you have any questions in the future."

   "Yes," said Justin.  "Thank you.  Oh, and you can keep the wheelchair.
I'll walk her out."

   "Enjoy her!" said the doctor.

   Justin used the controller to operate Carol, controlling her to walk out
of the clinic and to the rental car.  It was a little difficult at first to
keep from bumping her into things as he operated her.

   By the time he got her back up to their hotel room, he had grown
accustomed to to operating her body with the controller.  It wasn't that
different from controlling your avatar in a First Person Shooter video
game.

   Facing her in their room, he said, "I hope this is what you wanted,
Carol, because I feel sick at having done this to you."

   Carol, of course, stood rigidly still and silent.  Yet a trickle of
tears streamed down her cheeks.

   "You're scared, aren't you?" he said.

   Her eyes darted up and down, as if indicating "Yes."

   "Are you sorry you had me do this to you?"

   Again, her eyes darted up and down.

   Justin walked over to the phone and dialed.  He already knew what the
doctor's answer would be, but he had to ask for Carol's sake.

   "Doctor?  Yes, it's me, Justin.  Good.  Yes.  Very pleased.  But just a
hypothetical question.  If I wanted the procedure reversed and a fembot
turned back into a normal person, what would you charge?  Oh.  Yes.  Right.
You did say that.  Oh no!  I don't want her changed back.  I was just
curious, you know.  Sure.  Thanks.  Bye."

   Justin turned and faced Carol.  "I'm sorry, Carol.  Like I told you back
home, your spinal cord was severed in two placed just below your brain a
quarter inch apart, and the control module implanted and connected to the
two ends.  A severed spinal cord cannot be reconnected.  The gap guarantees
that the ends can't ever reconnect by themselves over time, even slightly.
The process is irreversible."

   Justin reached for her and started to cry also.

   After a long while, Justin controlled Carol to sit in a chair and turned
on the TV for her.  "You know, Carol, I don't really know you very well. 
Like what your favorite TV shows are or anything.  I hope Animal Planet is
okay.  My last girlfriend liked that Australian guy who got killed by the
stingray." Then he went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower.

   That night, as Justin lay in bed next to Carol, he reached over and
stroked her face.  His cock was hard and hungry.  He climbed upon Carol and
kissed her.  "I know you're probably not in the mood, Carol.  But I haven't
had any in nearly a week.  I'll be gentle."

   Kissing her face, he slowly worked his way to her earlobes and back, and
then slowly crawled down her motionless body.  He licked here and there. 
It was eerie for a female to be utterly silent and motionless under such
circumstances.  Yet, he continued.  He reached the magic button between her
legs and drew the tiny nub into his mouth.  Sucking on it, in and out,
evoked the involuntary reaction of making her thoroughly wet.  Relieved
that that was an involuntary reaction, he continued to do so her body
started reacting involuntarily in other ways, such as a steady rhythmic
twitching in sync to his sucking.  After giving her a prolonged orgasm, he
crawled back up her body and pressed his lips to hers.  To his surprise, he
felt her press her tongue to his lips and slide it into his mouth where his
tongue engaged hers in a saliva-stirring dance.

   Then, gently at first, he gradually increased his rate of thrusting as
his orgasm welled up and he filled her pussy with his cream.  After nearly
a week of abstinence, he had an extra large load to deposit into Carol
which took a little more time than usual.  But, drained he soon became, and
continued their tongue dance as he lay upon her for a while.

   His stamina soon waned, and he rolled off her.  He draped an arm and a
leg across her and quickly found sleep.

   The following day proved that the doctor's paperwork was all in order.
The customs agents, both in Columbia and in the USA, checked her birth
certificate, death certificate, and ID against the serial number tattooed
on the back of her neck, and passed them through.  People traveling with
fembots and femborgs was such a common occurrence, that customs agents gave
them only a cursory check.

   Aerith rushed into Justin's arms as he entered his home, controlling
Carol with her controller.  "I missed you, Justin," said Aerith as she
planted a big kiss on his lips.

   "I missed you too, Aerith.  Say 'Hi' to Carol."

   Aerith looked at Carol, who stood stone still and silent.

   "You control her every movement with that controller," she said idly. 
"I can't believe she wanted this done to her."

   "I can't either," said Justin.  "You're a robot, Aerith.  A man-made
machine.  Yet you can move about and speak freely of your own free will."
Facing Carol, he continued, "Carol is a flesh-and-blood human being and she
can't move on her own in the slightest way.  She can only move under my
control with this controller.  And she can only speak what I type for her
to say.  Isn't that ironic?"

   Aerith merely glanced at Carol with pity as Carol stood motionless in
the middle of the room with a blank expression frozen on her face, except
for the occasional movement of her eyes.

   Justin yawned.  "Anyway, the flight from South America was long, and I'm
tired.  Let's go to bed."

   "Yes, Justin," agreed Aerith.

   Justin controlled Carol upstairs and into bed, then took a quick hot
shower.  Aerith was sitting on the edge of the bed as he entered the
bedroom, and Carol was still lying exactly where he positioned her.

   Getting into bed, Aerith said, "Too tired to play with your new toy?"

   Justin grinned.  "Actually, no." He reached for the controller and
maneuvered Carol to lay in the bed with her butt against the headboard and
her head under the blankets.  He then climbed upon her and slid his hungry
cock into her mouth.

   "That must feel good," said Aerith.  "You do that to me a lot, too."

   Justin just grinned and pumped Carol's mouth with all his might. 
Despite the pummeling, she remained motionless and silent.  His orgasm
welled up, and he thrust his cock down her throat with his crotch pressed
tightly against her lips and held it there as he exploded into her.

   His orgasm gradually subsided, and he rested his head on his pillow that
he placed upon her crotch.  Before drifting off to sleep, he emptied his
bladder into her throat.  He gave Aerith a quick kiss, and was fast asleep
a moment later.

   * END *