This story owes much to Terry Pratchett. It is also a vehicle to try and sort out some format problems. If you spot any and you know how to fix please contact me.
He built a machine that tortured her perfectly, and she let him strap her in! I wrote this story based on a vile pun, and the woman I wrote it for married me anyway. In fact, without this story I wouldn't have her. Story Repost to SoL
This is kind of a "Mars Needs Men" type of story. Android #217 was designed for one purpose: to extract semen from human males to determine if they were suitable donors. She concentrated on the worst of humanity, since she assumed that no one would care about the loss of rapists and murderers. This is a record of her adventures. After all, one way or another, Justice will be served!
Who would ever imagine some misprinted business cards could be the instrument to help a lawyer get goth sex, a blow job in his car on the way to a Bar Association meeting and a whole new outlook on life?
This story originated in a defunct naturist fiction forum about six years ago. At that time, it stalled out after some 10 postings with a rather ambiguous scene in the exercise room and afterwards, in a disco. I took the story, cleaned up the rough edges, removed some overly "colourful" (and totally unnecessary) descriptions, (in some cases, I also rounded out some scenes to make them flow better & make the characters' behaviour more normal) and furnished a logical ending for the story.
Magic leaks through a rift in the barrier between the human world and Hell. Demons, vampires, harpies, and other monsters come through that rift. Closing the rift to seal out the monsters would also shut off the source of magic, but nobody wants to do that because of the wondrous changes made possible by magic. This is how the problem is solved after 2,000 years of trying.