Fembot Yes!

by Hungry Guy

Copyright© 2010 by Hungry Guy

Science Fiction Sex Story: Carol finally gets her wish to become a fembot.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Science Fiction   Robot   Horror   Tear Jerker   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Rough   Humiliation   Sadistic   Torture   Harem   Oral Sex   Body Modification   Caution   Violent   Transformation   .

"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?"


"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."

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