The Love Slave Robot War: Book 1: Her Greatest Weapon in Claiming the Heart Of Her Alpha Male Lover From A Love Fembot Was Her Own Submissive Heart!

by Pat Powers

  There was one muscle that refused to go limp, no matter how long or how vigorously she massaged it. OK, it WOULD go limp eventually, but it put up one hell of a fight first.

  Dan rolled over on his stomach and looked up at Jetta. As usual, she stared at him with that infatuated look of hers. Programmed-in infatuated look, of course, but even so, there was something about seeing the face of a beautiful woman looking at you as if you were the grandest sight she'd ever seen, the answer to her every prayer, that was quite pleasant. No matter how artificial the face, and the expression, might be. Hollywood has known this for years.

  "Let me see those buckles on your head harness, Jetta," Dan said. Jetta bent her head forward and he was able to unfasten her head harness and pull the gag out of her mouth. Jetta wiped the drool from her chin and stared at him expectantly, her whole face radiating wicked pleasure. Whoever had programmed her face had done a bang-up job.

  "Get on the floor and kneel with your back to me," he commanded. "Cross your wrists behind your back and lower your head."

  Jetta's smile grew a bit more wicked. She nodded eagerly and slid off the bed with the inhuman grade of a machine that was controlled by an internal gyroscope or two. When she knelt, she kept her knees spread wide and her ass thrust slightly toward Dan.

  Dan walked over to Jetta's closet and examined the array of leather, chain and rope goodies hanging from various hooks. He selected rope, a lot of it.

  He walked back to Jetta and surveyed her as she knelt on the floor, motionless as only a machine can be. Only the slight motion of her chest, created by a small motor that inflated and deflated balloons at strategic points, marred her stillness.

  Dan loved putting ropes on Jetta. Her body was one of those bodies that seemed to have been designed for sex -- large breasts, smooth round hips, narrow waist, taut stomach, wildly curvaceous legs, and smooth tapering fingers. Of course, her body HAD been designed for sex, but it was based largely on an actress of a few decades ago, who had appeared primarily in videos in which she'd done the sort of things pleasure droids do. And having found a picture of said actress in the Net archives, Dan could accurately say that they did not have to make many changes from the original to come up with the Jetta series.

  Not even the face had been changed much. Same upturned nose, same full lips, same almond eyes set at a slight tilt, same blonde hair spilling over the soft round shoulders.

  Dan loved to use rope on Jetta, to see the way it made her already curvaceous body bulge. He wrapped the rope around her neck (being careful not to allow the rope to exert any pressure on her throat. Since Jetta did not breathe, this wasn't an important point to her, but if he ever did tie up a real, live girl, he wouldn't want to do anything that dangerous just because I'd gotten careless about such things as a result of having Jetta to play with.)

  Dan also wrapped ropes around Jetta's breasts, her upper arms, her wrists, and her waist. Then he ran a few lengths of rope over her shoulders and between her pussy lips, back up her ass to her shoulders again. He tied strategically placed knots where the ropes passed over her vagina and her anus. While Jetta didn't have the same nerves that a human woman did, she did have sensors that relayed pressure in those areas, which triggered appropriate responses, such as writhing and moaning.

  Finally, he tied Jetta's ankle cuffs to a spreader bar. A bit much? Not if you're into bondage.

  Dan sat on the edge of the bed, seized Jetta by the shoulders and pulled her forward. Bound as she was, she could only shuffle forward on her knees. When she was right up against his lap, he shoved her head down toward his cock. She knew what to do next, and she did it very well, in large part because her tongue was especially designed for just that task. It did not have any taste buds, or their mechanical equivalents. It did not have any responsibility for shoving food down the gullet. It was longer than an actual human tongue, and could be maneuvered in ways a human tongue could not. It had a very flexible plastic rod down its center which allowed for more stiffness than a human tongue had, and the ability to bend in directions, and to degrees, that a human tongue could not.

  To put it succinctly, Dan had once asked Jetta to fully extend her tongue and tie it in a knot without touching it. She had immediately done so. It was trivially easy.

  After a time, it became clear to Dan that he was not going to last much longer under the ministrations of Jetta's expert tongue. So he pushed her head away from his cock (as always, she seemed to pull away reluctantly) and said, "Present your mouth for gagging."

  Still leaning forward on her knees, Jetta raised her face toward me, and she opened her mouth wide, always looking at him adoringly with those almond eyes of hers. Dan picked up the head harness with its built in ball gag from the gag and fastened it over her head again, securing the ball within her mouth. Once he had it fastened, he looked at Jetta's face again. She had a strained, animal look to her with her jaws stretched so wide by the gag -- a brilliant piece of programming by whomever had designed Jetta's sex slave module.

  When Dan had first become aware of his interest in bondage as a young man, he had downloaded tens of thousands of bondage photos from the wild places on the Net. One thing he had noticed was that almost all of the models had that strained, animal look to them. As he learned more about bondage and exchanged posts and email with people on the Net who were into it and practiced it as a lifestyle, he discovered that even among women who were into bondage and slavery -- and there were quite a few of them out there, though they kept it secret from friends, neighbors and coworkers -- most would much prefer to be bound than gagged. There was something about being unable to talk intelligibly that panicked women, much more than being bound panicked them. Of course, a women who is gagged and not bound can easily remove the gag, unless it's locked on, which gags typically are not.

  But we're not talking about a rational thing here. Dan suspect it has something to do with that female preoccupation with appearance. A woman may practice her smile in the mirror all she likes, but when there's a great big ball gag or leather wadding or dildo strapped in her mouth, she's not going to have that perfect smile. Hence, the strained, animal look. And of course, the drooling is also a problem for them.

  Dan had seen a few models, mostly very experienced bondage models who had posed time and time again, who were able to get something besides that strained expression on their faces -- some hint of a smile or a come-hither look -- but they were the rare exceptions to the rule.

  Jetta didn't have any underlying feelings to be betrayed by her expressions, but whoever had programmed her had done a masterful job of putting the right simulation of an expression in the right place.

  With the hood secured, Dan ordered Jetta onto the bed.

  "Crawl onto the bed, slave," he said calmly. "Lie face down once you are there.”

  Jetta nodded and complied. It was difficult to climb onto the bed from a kneeling position, with your feet held wide apart by a spreader bar, but Jetta managed it. It was fun to watch, and fun to hear her muffled gasping.

  When Jetta was atop the bed, she positioned herself so that she lay at its center, and laid her head down, her face turned toward me.

  Dan had been at full mast and just about ready to burst when Jetta a had finished sucking his cock, but now he was at half mast again. No problem. He climbed onto the bed behind her and positioned himself so that he lay down on top of her. She began to writhe.

  No problem at all.

  Waking up was so much better with Jetta. As usual, she was nestled against his crotch, her mouth encircling his cock. She'd undoubtedly been in powered-down mode while he slept and only turned on her breathing, drooling and spot warmth systems as his galvanic skin response, pulse, temperature and respiration readings had told her that he was awakening. Not that it made any difference to Dan. The warm moistness of her mouth and the soft feel of her breath on his dick was enough for him. And those adoring almond eyes gazing up at him from his crotch.

  Jetta's arms were still cuffed
behind her back and ankles were still strapped to her upper thighs. There were no circulation problems to be dealt with, no cramps, no nervous system, in fact. Nor boredom. And yet she mimicked a real human woman so well.

  Jetta's tongue took a tiny lick at his dick. It was a question: "Want your cock sucked, master?"

  Well, of course he did. "Unlock hands" he said and the tiny electronic sensors inside her cuffs slide the bolts that held her cuffs in place apart. Jetta gave a slight tug on her wrists and her hands were freed, the links now dangling from her cuffs.

  "Bring to front and lock at collar," Dan mumbled lazily.

  Jetta brought her hands forward and ran her wrist links through the ring set in the front of her collar, all without letting Dan's cock spill out of her mouth. "Lock," Dan said and the tiny catches in her cuff's links once again rendered Jetta a captive.

  "Suck," Dan said, and Jetta began to lovingly suck Dan's cock. As she sucked, she looked lovingly up at Dan, her eyes filled with warmth and admiration. Dan would have given a lot to know how they'd managed that bit of software and hardware wizardry. Even knowing what it was, Dan still felt a warm thrill at the sight of her looking up at him like that with his cock filling her mouth.

  As she sucked his cock Dan felt fingers stirring at the base of his cock. Dan knew what was coming -- other than him -- and tried to relax, but it had taken a little while for him to get used to it, though he really like it once he could get over the initial recoil at being invaded.

  He felt her fingertip first, probing gently at his anus. All the while her lips and tongue still swirling around his cock. Her finger probed gently, and it was slippery -- because it was self-lubricating, like all her fingers and in fact all of her skin.

  Her slim, self-lubricating finger kept a gentle pressure on his anus and slipped inside. Soon another slim, gentle, self-lubricated finger slid up his ass. Her fingers began to massage his prostate as Jetta sucked his cock. Since his prostate was essentially cock stuff that extended inside his body, the effect was powerful. Very powerful. In no time he was writhing and gasping and grunting under the twin pressures of Jetta's finger and tongue. She truly was an expert system -- she knew just where and how to apply pressure to squeeze the most ecstasy our of him. When he came it was as if the sperm had been blown out of him, and Jetta sucked it all down greedily, her ever-adoring eyes looking up at him as she did so.

  "Is master pleased with his Jetta?" Jetta asked hopefully after sucking him dry.

  “Master is very pleased,” Dan said, giving Jetta's hair a tousle. “Now, unlock” (Jetta's hands and ankles were freed) “and go maintain. After you maintain, I want a nice breakfast. Coffee -- some Columbian decafe would be nice” (he'd had to stop drinking caffeinated shortly after the breakup of his marriage) “and how about some melted brie with sliced pears, a rasher of peameal bacon, and a croissant?"

  "Of course, master," responded Jetta. She rose and walked to the master bathroom.

  Inside the master bathroom, Jetta became all business. She stood still for a moment, staring into the distance, and a fine line appeared around her mouth. The line thickened, and as it did so Jetta reached up and pulled her mouth unit out. She the proceeded to wash it in the sink.

  The lower half of her face was a dark, cavernous hollow that showed tiny reflections of tubes and transistors inside the back of her head as she carefully washed her mouth out with soap. The she rinsed it just as carefully and slid it back into place until just a tiny circle ringed it. She stood still for a moment as the mouth slid that tiny bit inward, sealing into place and once presenting the aspect of a smooth, perfect, beautiful woman's face rather than the robotic mask it had been a moment before.

  Now Jetta stood with its legs wide apart, a little more than shoulder width apart. A hairline crack appeared and her entire crotch, from just above her moms to the top of her butt crack. It grew in width and Jetta reached down and pulled out her pussy and anal units and washed them in the sink, too. It had been a long night.

  Finally Jetta slid her sex units back into place and washed her hands, not neglecting as she did so to retract her fingernails and wash under them and flip them up and wash them on both sides.

  Keeping clean was related to her durability and usefulness as a product, after all.

  When Jetta reappeared in the bedroom she was good as new and ready for anything else Dan might want to do to her. She finished her “toilet” with a careful examination of her hair and face to make sure both were properly arranged, with a very human-looking flip of her hair at the end.

  Jetta was already preparing Dan's food as she dressed, communicating with the kitchen appliances through the house's intranet.

  Dan had lain in bed for a few minutes before heading out to the kitchen, where Jetta was kneeling beside his table, which was set with a steaming-hot breakfast and his just-poured coffee.

  "Very good, Jetta," said Dan, patting her head as he sat down. She was a robot and wouldn't respond emotionally to what he said, but her programming was set to respond to positive signals with more of the same subroutines that had elicited them. And of course, it made Jetta behave like the adoring sex slave her software was designed to emulate.

  Just as he was finishing up breakfast, the doorbell rang. That was unusual. Dan's friends and businesses associates almost always emailed or phoned him before coming over. Kept security risks down.

  Dan said, "Just a minute!" knowing the house would relay the request to whomever was at the door. He walked over to the living room console where an image from the front door cam was already on display. It showed a moderately attractive brunette in her 30s, dressed in black leather with a collar around her neck and a big iron ring set in front of it.

  A wannabee. One of the women who'd seen the video of him with the Jetta unit and decided she could outdo a mere robot.

  Or she could be an agent of some milsec group who wanted to kill him or kidnap him or seduce him. Unlikely, though, he wasn't a big enough fish to be worth frying, and he knew it.

  What the hell. He walked through the foyer and opened the front door.

  "Hello," she said, and there was a sudden shyness about her. "I'm slavegirl K, and I believe you are Master S."

  The only thing that prevented Dan's mouth from falling open from shock was his lifelong habit of keeping it closed unless he was eating or talking. But his eyes must have bugged out pretty good, because he saw her suddenly relax and smile a bit with her eyes.

  "Really?" he asked. "THE slavegirl K?"

  "Really," she said, "Slavegirl K from the Boom-boom room chat."

  The Boom-Boom Room -- the chat application where he had met slavegirl K and for a time fallen in love with her, from across the reaches of cyberspace. So many times he'd fantasized about this very thing happening -- opening the front door to find slavegirl K standing there, in the flesh. Ready to act out all those fantasies they had created together, in the flesh. And in his fantasies, she'd been incredibly beautiful. In reality she wasn't -- but she WAS quite attractive.

  "Come on in," he said, smiling and opening the door and stepping back.

  "Thanks," Anna said. She was relieved. She had been so afraid he'd slam the door in her face, as he had a year ago when his wife had been planning to use their relationship against him in their divorce. That was over now.

  So maybe something new could begin in its stead she thought as she looked at Dan for the first time without seeing her through Jetta's eyes. He was much more handsome and commanding with clothes on, even if his clothing consisted solely of a bathrobe and baggy jogging pants.

  She could not, would not, lose this man whose tastes and fantasies so beautifully dovetailed with hers, to a machine.

  An Excerpt From Book Two of Jetta 2100

  She felt with her right hand and pulled the scorpion's control into her hands. She turned it on and felt those wonderful vibrations beginning over her clitoris, across her pubes and in her ass. She did something she did not really like to do -- forced her
self to look up at the ceiling.

  She saw a slave in bondage, her head harnessed, her mouth gagged, her arms and legs tied down, her nipples pierced and hung with weights, a sex toy fastened to her crotch.

  It repelled her and fascinated her to see herself so. This was how men saw her in their fantasies, she knew, at least, the men she was sexually attracted to. And this was how she saw herself. This was the real Anna, just like the assertive and super-competent researcher was real. As boldly and powerfully as she presented herself socially, she wanted to offer herself as submissively and abjectly as she could sexually.

  It had taken much personal growth for Anna to understand her need for this, and to claim her slave self as part of herself. But she had. Now she could look at her body through a master's eyes, and see that it was good.

  Through Jack's eyes, to put it bluntly. The Jetta unit could be put in this position, but it would never understand it, not the way she did. Which was why she was so relieved to hear Jack describe Jetta as a sex toy and nothing more. His use of the Jetta unit was just a response to the fear of being hurt again by a woman. Anna understood that. So many men had disappointed her in the past.

  Then the digital timer reached its countdown, and she was alone in the darkness with the buzzing of the scorpion, the feel of the ropes on her wrists and thighs, the feel of the weights dangling from her nipples, the feel of the ball gag in her mouth and the drool trickling down her cheek

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