The Watchman

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  I laughed and said, “Right. The non-sexual one. Brenda, you are the epitome of sexual womanhood.”

  She said, “Maybe so, but my original body was a hyper-sexualized fantasy version. Pops and Alice made it as a joke. Not really a joke, I guess, but, no, they did make it as a joke. Not as a humiliating prank, but as a cool secret that they shared. They didn’t put me in it, except for once. When I was brought to consciousness, I woke up in this body, but the three of us were together for a couple of weeks before Irene came, and the two of them used to grin at each other sometimes as if there was something funny that they weren’t telling me. Eventually, they told me about the other body and showed it to me.”

  She went quiet for a minute and then continued, saying, “It was really something else. Like I said, hyper-sexed. My gosh it was sexy!” and I noticed that she had her left hand cupping her crotch idly and her fingers were gently rubbing herself there. She went on, “When they showed it to me, I got really horny. I even begged them to let me try it out. Clarice, you and I don’t respond to porn, ‘cause what’s the point, but this was porn far beyond anything you have ever seen. Just looking at me, I wanted to hop in and take it for spin. Oh, I am getting so hot just remembering it.”

  I smiled and sat up and said, “Come here and tell us all about it if you want to.”

  I was erect again now, and as I spread my legs to show Brenda my availability, she stood up and came to me. She straddled my lap and let herself down on top of me and I felt the wet heat of her vagina envelope me.

  She sighed in satisfaction and continued her narrative, “The original plan was that I would be for your father, but it was clear that he was never going to have me, so the plan changed and I was made for Pops’ grandson someday. For you. And for that reason, Pops and Alice wouldn’t ever want to make love with me, and that was fine. But when I saw that body, the one that they made first, I just about went crazy. I begged them to let me try it on, even if it was only just once, and only for a few minutes.”

  Brenda was gyrating gently on my lap as she said, “And they finally did. We thought that we would have a good laugh, like trying on a costume, or sexy lingerie. In fact, we did put a very sexy sheer white baby doll nightie on it. It was so transparent that it didn’t hide anything at all and it was so short that it didn’t even go as far as the bottom of my pussy. My leaky, swollen, fuck-able pussy. Anyway, we agreed to let me try it just as a joke. We didn’t know what jumping into a new body would do to me, but we figured that in the worst case, they could just reload me and start over. It didn’t seem like it was going to be at all dangerous though, because I was so into the idea. It didn’t go well.”

  Brenda closed her eyes tightly and I felt her convulse powerfully on my cock and shudder in my arms as she nearly collapsed against me.

  She went on with her story, saying, “In one way it didn’t go well, but in another, it was glorious! It was like a whole different world. We did the transfer and when I opened my eyes, I was laying on the bed in the bedroom in the secret lair. And I was instantly horny as hell. I actually started groping myself, and I tried to fuck Pops. I begged him. I begged for all I was worth. I said that we knew that Clark wasn’t going to love me and it didn’t make any difference and I need to be fucked and to fuck in return. Of course, your grandfather refused, but I think he actually was tempted. When he wouldn’t do it, I begged Alice. I more or less attacked her. She did kiss me, and I exploded immediately. And I tried to devour her sexually. I couldn’t help myself. When they wouldn’t make love to me, or let me make love to them, we put me back to sleep and jumped me back to this body. Once I was back here, I was fine. Joshua, I love you! You feel great.”

  I said, “So do you. How do you feel about all of that now? What was different about the first body that made you so aroused? Was it different as far as the sensitivity or something?”

  Brenda said, “No. It wasn’t more sensitive. It wasn’t the physical stimulation. It was the perception of sexiness. What is sexiness? Tell me.”

  I said, “Well, sexy is the perception of availability for sex. When you girls don’t wear underwear, it says to me that you are available to me for sex. What a woman wears communicates something for her man. Some men think that they are sending signals to every man, but it isn’t that way, right? They are talking sexually to their own man, or whoever they are wanting to tell that they are available. Sexy talk is talk that communicates possibility and availability. And it really has to do with perception. If I think that you want to have sex with me, and if I want to have sex with you, then my thoughts about it make it sexy to me.”

  Brenda said, “So, if your pretty Princess Clarice bends over the tub and spreads her legs, you find that sexy because she’s making herself available for sex.”

  I said, “Yeah. And if my pretty Brenda sits across from me with a leg over the arm of the chair, staring into my eyes and beginning to play with her pussy, that’s sexy.”

  Brenda squeezed me and said, “Sexy as hell. So, my first body was sexy as hell. It wasn’t the physical sensitivity, it was the perception that it was made for fucking, and not fucking was a waste of what it was made for. Yeah, Clarice and I , and all of your girls are sexy and beautiful, and we’re all ‘tens’, but this thing was an ‘eleven’. It was just that much beyond perfect. It isn’t even real. Like I said, it was pure AI porn. In a really good way. When I say ‘porn’, I mean something that isn’t real that makes your body yearn for more. I can’t explain it. I mean that it is a mind-blowing exaggeration that excites but never cross into anything weird or grotesque. My tits are fantastic. Aspen’s tits are fantastic. But a sculptor might fashion Aspen to be just a little bit more perfect. Perfect for a sculpture, unconstrained by the laws of physics and nature. Like the nymphs. Their bodies don’t have to be real woman bodies, and they were designed to be a bit more. My first body was designed to be as much more as it could be. No limits to its sexuality. The differences are actually very small. Just a bit more roundness here and a bit more plumpness there and a tiny bit larger nipple and a slightly more raised areola. Slightly smoother outer labia and slightly more textured inner labia. Hundreds of tiny little exaggerations that add up to something amazing and out of this world. It was knowing that I looked like that, that every bit of my being was designed to present the perception and the reality of absolute availability for love and sex that blew my mind and turned me on. Oh, fuck me, Joshua! Let me come and come and come and come!”

  Clarice said, “Brenda, what happened to it? Did you destroy it? And, do you want to try it again? Now that there’s no reason that you can’t?”

  Brenda said breathlessly, “We put it in storage. There’s a vault. There are still places in the house that even you don’t know about. There’s a protocol in place so that we can’t get to it unless certain conditions are met.”

  I said, “But, do you want to get it out? Would you live in it all the time or just occasionally? And would it be dangerous somehow?”

  Brenda said, “Couple of things. Yeah, I would love to try it out for parties and special occasions. If we spent some time with it, I would get used to it and I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t be out of control. I’m available for sex all the time now anyway. That wouldn’t change. I think that after a few good sessions where we let me get used to it, I would calm down. But it isn’t just me. Trust me, if you two saw it, it would have an impact on you too. But if we get used to it, it could be a lot of fun. I don’t think that I would wear it all the time. Like I said, it’s kind of like lingerie. Something that I would wear for really sexy special occasions. The rest of the time, especially in public, I would still be dressed in this body. Yeah, I think it would be crazy fun for us. I’m not sure about letting the girls see me that way though.”

  I asked, “So, what’s the protocol?”

  Brenda said, “One, I have to be freed from my personality restrictions. Done. Two, you and I have to be sexually active and unafraid and unashamed.”

 
I said, “Done.”

  She said, “Three, Clarice has to be in agreement and so do you and I. All three of us.”

  Clarice said, “Done.”:

  I said, “And, done.”

  Brenda said, “Done. And finally, we have to be in a safe place, secure in the residence, free from worry about our future or enemies or relatives or finances.”

  I said, “Done.”

  Brenda said, “Then, if we want to, if we say that we all want it, I will know how to open the vault and retrieve it. I think that once we do that, and I initialize it, I will be able to move back and forth at will. Actually, I might be able to be in both at the same time. Like with the moon minions. You could think of it like a very special, very sexy, Moon Princess.”

  I smiled and thrust upward with my hips and began to bounce Brenda on my lap, getting close to my third climax of the evening and said, “I like that. Our own sexy Moon Princess. Princess Moon Brenda. I want to try it.”

  Brenda said, “That’s exactly what it will be too. Not see it, but try it. It’s something to be experienced. Do we really want to do this? It has been a locked secret for so long.”

  I said, “Why not? Clarice, what do you think of it?”

  Clarice said, “I’m pretty turned on by the thought of it. And watching you two make out like this. But more than that, I want us all to be everything that we were meant to be. We all lived under a curse, and now the curse is broken.”

  I said, “And we want to restore everything to what it was designed to be. I agree. Brenda, if it was designed for you to be able to have that body, even if it was a costume party joke, then let’s do it. But only if you really want to.”

  Brenda said, “Oh, I want to! I want to very much. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but now that I remember it, I want it a lot. I’m embarrassed to say it, but at the time, when no one would make love to me, I wondered if I could get Roger to do it.”

  I said, “Roger? The robotic house controller? That monitors the heat and air conditioning? Oh, sorry, can he hear us?”

  Clarice laughed and said, “Yeah, he can hear us. What do you think of that, Roger? What do you think about the fact that pretty Brenda thought about hooking up with you?”

  The Roger voice said, “The Brenda unit is connected to my systems as much as required for proper functioning of the residential systems. I was not on-line at the time referenced and have no method of accessing information related to any such incident.”

  Brenda smiled and said, “I was joking. Roger wasn’t even made at that time. Clarice, you knew that.”

  Clarice smiled and said, “Yeah, I did. I thought it was funny. Good boy, Roger. Go back to your duties and have a pleasant night. Thanks for all that you do for us.”

  I cried out, “Oh, Brenda!” and I came hard as she rode my lap and bounced up and down. I grabbed her and pulled her body to my chest and held her tightly as I convulsed in pleasure. Her wonderful vagina washed me clean when we were done, and all three of us sat in a heap on the sofa.

  I finally said, “So, when do we see the new model?”

  Brenda smiled and said, “You mean the old model. Moon Brenda. Well, I think that we should wait a little bit. The protocol for allowing me to know where it is has been taken care of, but there is also an activation protocol. Pops and Alice made it really hard to get to. They made a big joke about not letting me become a sex monster and about not letting you eventually kill yourself by activating me before you were ready to handle it. They laughed a lot, claiming that if I was let into that body too early that you and I would both kill each other by going at it non-stop until we died. Anyway, we should wait, Sweetie. Not long, but a day or so, anyway. There’s no hurry, right?”

  I said, “I have the most beautiful, sexy, wonderful women ever born already. I’m not in a hurry to do anything but be with all of you, all the time.”

  Clarice said, “And, we know that you mean that. Why don’t you get to bed and Brenda and I will go make sure that the other girls are OK and we will see you tomorrow.”

  I said, “I love you both. I love you both so much. Thank you for everything. None of this would be happening except for the two of you.”

  Clarice held my face to her bosom and said, “Sweet dreams my prince,” and I fell asleep.

  We will end this fourth book here. The story continues in the next volume. I don’t really know what will happen next. I assume that we have to go to Boise to sell some treasures and then to the ancient city of Portland to look for more. The girls seem to expect some kind of adventure, so I better get the twins, and myself, ready for battle.

  We have all of the Nogud now and a plan for the school in place. We have a network that shows us what is happening around the villages and even global satellite communications that allow us to travel as far away from home as we want to. There’s still a lot more to do, and from here on out it may be more dangerous. It’s time for me to live up to my reputation as a treasure hunter.

  If you’re still reading my story, again, that was your choice. It was a lot of reading when all that really needed to be said is summed up like this:

  1. We can change things if we want to.

  2. Being sexy is an artful form of communication, not how much skin we show.

  If you choose to read on, that’s up to you. I’m going to keep writing the story, whether you read it or not.

  END OF BOOK FOUR

  Marilyn Foxworthy lives a peaceful life studying classical mindfulness, practical philosophy, and martial arts. A prolific writer of fantasy and adventure in the style of the twentieth century pulp writers of the ‘Golden Age’ of fiction, she enjoys what she calls ‘Tom Swift for Adults’. Often blatantly and graphically erotic, her epic stories appeal to the adolescent parts of us that still enjoy a good vicarious adventure liberally sprinkled with interludes of boisterous romping in the hay.

  Ms Foxworthy describes her writing process this way: “I never know what is going to happen. The characters tell me their stories and I write them down the way I hear them. A character comes to me and sits down for coffee and starts talking. I’m as surprised as anyone by what they tell me. If I like the story, I publish it. If you like the story, you read it.”

  Series by Marilyn Foxworthy (without giving away too many spoilers):

  • The Shrine Maidens of Barsoom. The “Red Planet” of John Carter’s stories is real, but not quite the way we were told. The Great White Apes are real, and the princesses really are naked, but a lot of the details a hundred years later are different.

  • The Guardian Maidens of Sturgil's Mark. Ronin is a novice Adventurer Monk out to kill some monsters and make a name for himself. The elven girls who join him don’t like wearing armor very much, but overall they’re a great team. Monsters beware. We’re coming to kick down doors and take the loot.

  • The Girls On The Hill. They aren't really fairies. They're just the girls who work at the particular resort that Robby Jensen enjoys vacationing at. And this time he finds out that most of the female the staff have a crush on him. And the robots are terrible scamps. It starts with a drowning girl in the river; and Robby just happens to be there in a canoe to rescue her.

  • The Nogud Legacy. What if you wake up on a road with no idea who you are? The place seems medieval, but is it the future, or the past? The population is low and good men are at a premium. A smart guy like Joshua knows how to make a new life, even if he can’t figure out how he got here or what the rules are at first. And what's with these girls in the hoods and tunics?

  • The Sea Nymphs. Robby is established now and wants to share his good fortune with his older brother Tom. Tom adjusts to Robby’s lifestyle quickly. He has his own way of doing things, but he’s Robby’s brother for sure.

  If you don’t see all of these series in the store yet, they’re coming soon.

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