Revolt Of The Robots : Part 1

He watched as she began stripping before him. Despite his resolution, his cock grew hard almost immediately. He licked his lips and turned to reach for the door, but her reflection in the window looked even more provocative. He turned back, looking at Eileen as she reached down and dropped her panties around her ankles. Her pussy was not only beautiful, it was fully functional. He had checked the owners’s manual and read the schematics. All internal and sexual organs were based on organ replacement technology. Through the simple digestion of food, the synthetic body was fed every possible resource it could need, and it mimicked nature in every way, including touch, smell, and taste.

After some thought he began taking off his clothes.

Eileen stepped to the edge of the huge crystal circle in the middle of the floor and leaped. She sailed skyward with her arms and legs spread like a skydiver. Charles took three running steps and leaped up behind her. He sailed faster than her. He caught her around the waist as he began to pass. They spun wildly until air friction stopped them. Eileen giggled and squealed. She jerked out of his grasp and rolled end over end. Charles slid in behind her and placed his nose in the crack of her ass.

“Hey, that’s my ass, mister,” she pretended outrage as she looked down at him. He inhaled deeply, then flicked his tongue across her asshole. She squealed in delight.
With his arms tightly wrapped around her legs, holding them closed, he nuzzled and licked her asshole for a while, then centered his attention on her swollen, glistening pussy lips. He sniffed her small, perfect petals and moaned in appreciation.

“This is so fucking realistic,” he moaned, before placing his lips over her pussy and sucking lightly. His tongue plunged up inside her and explored liberally. The heat and flavor of her pussy was wonderful. It was the first pussy he had tasted since Delilah. Despite his guilt, he nearly came before he even fucked her. The experience was so erotic. He felt a growing heat in his loins. It was a long-forgotten experience.

“My God, this feels so good,” he whispered into her pussy.
“And wonderful for me,” she gasped. “Let’s try a 69,” she hissed in a whisper.
“Certainly,” he said, releasing her legs. She spun lazily and grabbed his hips. She pulled him closer, now facing his genitalia, as he faced her’s.

“Damn, I could really get to like this,” Eileen hissed. She felt her legs being spread. His mouth claimed her pussy, his tongue impaled her immediately. A myriad of sensations exploded in her loins. She shuddered, giving a hissing whine, before grabbing his cock with her hand. She stroked it just three times before she plunged forward and slid it’s entire length into her mouth and down her throat.

She sucked, with her nose being tickled by his pubic hairs. She smiled at his moan of pleasure. Bobbing slightly, she began stroking his hard cock with her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the first sexual experience she’d had in years. It was worth waiting for, Charles was very good and she was very experienced.

With every-growing moans, Charles felt his orgasm nearing. Her moist, eager mouth was milking his cock in every good way possible. Her hands kneaded his ass in a strong grip.
Eileen’s pussy had grown very hot and moist. She was extremely flavorful, although such things seemed impossible to a novice. The food ingested by each person, flavored the body as it would in a real person. Charles was coming to realize that the synthetic bodies could be more realistic than a natural body. The passion he was feeling exceeded even that he had know with Delilah. This could be due to the fact that he was now a perfect physical specimen.

“Oh shit,” Eileen gasped. “Oh yes, eat me,” she hissed before reclaiming his cock with her lips. She began humping her soft mound against his face. He tightened his spinster muscles to delay his orgasm. He wanted to cum at the same moment that she did. He did not want premature ejaculation to destroy the experience.

“Oh, oh God,” Eileen moaned around his cock. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer. Restraining his orgasm was causing him pain. He suddenly wondered if a synthetic cock could produce cum. The simple distraction was too much for him. He felt the heat building until he exploded. He felt his cock pumping hot cum into Eileen’s waiting lips. She sucked noisily, while her own pussy pelted his mouth. She suddenly shivered and screamed. Her screams came out in a gurgling cry, as his cock continued pumping cum into her mouth. She hurried to catch up, then rested with his now-flaccid cock wilting in her mouth, while her pussy went wild in his.

Charles sucked and tongued her pussy until she fell silent, grasping him for support. They were now floating just off the floor, rotating slowly in sympathy with the rotation of the planet.
Eileen kicked lightly, launching them toward the ceiling. As Charles rose with her, she slid down and recaptured his cock in her mouth, wrapping her arms around his meaty, lightly-haired legs. He gasped, arching his back as pleasure shot through his groin. Eileen was a natural sexual partner, retaining few inhibitions, and much sexual excitement. She was driven to pursue even more pleasure. Luckily, a synthetic body never grew tired.

Eileen drew back and checked her handiwork. The body Charles now inhabited was her favorite. It had a full 8 inches of penis between it’s legs. While empty she had stimulated the appropriate areas of the body to produce a hard cock she could ride at her leisure, and she had ridden it often. While uninhabited she had called the body Atlas because of it’s perfect physique. Now, with Charles inside, it was even more interesting.

“Now fuck me,” she moaned enticingly. She raised her legs and spun leisurely until her upraised feet framed his face. Her tempting ass now faced his cock, moist and ready. With a moan of yearning Charles thrust forward, entering her moist channel. She hissed as the huge piece of meat plunged up inside her. She rested her heels on his shoulders and bounced against him. Her sweet ass looked so beautiful from that angle. Her lightly tufted pussy was small and delicate. Her breasts were ample, at least an overfull C cup.

“Yes, Charles, fuck me good,” she whispered.
He looked up at her face and smiled. Holding her legs in a grasp of iron, he pumped away in her pussy like a machine. Thrust after thrust spread her delicate little pussy lips and impaled her slender body. Her pussy was swollen and stretched around his massive piece of flesh, a cock much larger than his own, but beginning to feel more like his own that his real cock felt.

Huffing in time with his thrusts, he sounded like a train pulling into the station. The moist impact of his hips against her ass was loud. The fervent motions were causing them to jerk and spin in the weightless environment. They didn’t care, built in safeguards prevented them from going beyond the range of the anti-gravity area and crashing to the ground. They simply had to concentrate on sex.

“Oh Charles, I’m going to cum,” she panted, her face screwed up in passion.
“Do it,” he whispered, feeling his own desire building toward a great orgasm.
“Oh God, I’m close,” she warned in a high pitched voice.
“Me too,” he groaned.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, ieeeee,” she shouted, stiffening beneath his attack on her tortured mound. He pelted away, hastening his own orgasm until he froze, grunting and jerking against her, with his massive cock fully inserted. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed the moment. Only then were they aware of the sound of pounding at the front door.
“Ooops,” Eileen giggled. “I guess others want to use this thing.”
“Fuck them, let’s go again,” Charles said with an evil laugh.
Before she could object, Charles was sucking on her breasts.

For the first year Charles worked on the programming to convert the teleportation beam into one which would carry massive bursts of energy back to Earth. Only short, highly concentrated bursts of energy could make the project profitable, and it was his job to experiment on the planet’s surface until the transmitter was perfected. Eileen and Charles were the brains of the project, and the Defrosts were the brawn. He was amazed at how tirelessly the robotic bodies could work under such harsh conditions. He seldom thought of his real body any more, for him Atlantis was reality and Earth was a distant memory. If Charles could have discarded his real body and lived out his life with Eileen at the Atlantis Project, he could have been truly happy.

On the momentous day that the transmission process first worked, Charles and Eileen held a little celebration in her bungalow. Since a massive solar flare was due to reach the vicinity of Atlantis during the next day they moved the celebration to the underground complex designed to shelter them from these frequent solar flares.

“I can’t believe you actually got it to work,” Eileen said quietly and snuggled closer to Charles’ body. He looked down and smiled, then gently stroked her long brown hair.
“It took a while, but it works, doesn’t it?”
“You were wonderful, Charles. You realize that we might be recalled now,” she looked up with a frown.
“Recalled?”
“Yeah, you know, back to Earth.”
“Earth. You know, I haven’t thought of Earth for a long time. I almost forgot that it exists. Where do you think they will send us next?”
“I don’t know. I’ll be put in charge of another project. They’ll probably use you at headquarters after this. You’re too valuable to go back in a tank.”
Charles sat up and frowned down at her. “You mean we will never work together again?”
“We go where they tell us to go. You waived all rights, remember?”
“Not me, I go with you or I’ll quit,” Charles jumped out of bed and went over to the recombinator. He ordered a cold beer and sat in the chair by the bed.
“Charles, half the people on this planet were sent here against their will. They don’t give you a choice, they turn you off and on like an old fashioned light bulb.”
“What if we got married?”
“They don’t allow marriages, Charles. Besides, if we were married they’d still send us where they want.”

“I could get you pregnant…” he realized what he was saying and stopped suddenly, looking down at his synthetic body. His mind had accepted the body as reality. He had been warned about such things in his short briefing.
“Charles, you always wanted to know what my body was like back on Earth. I think it’s time to come clean with you. I was born on July 6th, in the year 2150.”
“You said you weren’t a defrost,” Charles frowned down at her in annoyance.
“I’m not, Charles.”

“That would make you almost ninety,” he was horrified at the thought of such intimacies with… what? A three hundred year old robot with a ninety year old mind? He was confusing his projected environment with the real one again. He suddenly felt sick and confused.

“Charles, this has been a glorious second chance for me. I have been able to live like I did seventy years ago. Can you imagine what that meant to me? I wasn’t trying to hurt or deceive you. It just started out as fun, remember?”

“Yeah, I do now.”
“Don’t you have somebody back on Earth?”
“I did. She died a couple of years ago. Hell, I guess I did too when I used the teleporter. They tell me that we are just copies.”
“Most people from that time are… say, did she use the teleporter too? Your wife, I mean.”
“Sure, it was our honeymoon present from my father-in-law. We teleported to Paris for our honeymoon.”
“Do you remember the exact date?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I’m going to take a chance on you, I think I know you well enough to trust you by now. But we can’t talk out loud, they can monitor our conversation back on Earth. Come on,” she waved him towards the computer. She turned it on and the holographic screen and keyboard appeared. She typed quickly and turned the screen for him to see.”
“The records of every teleportation ever made are stored in the lower levels of the RERE building. Go through the records and find her. You can bring her back. YOU CAN MAKE ANOTHER COPY!

Charles gasped and sank to the chair, shaken and faint with the realization that there was a chance of bringing Delilah back. “Thank you, Eileen, I’ll find her if it takes the rest of my life,” Charles kissed her tenderly and they made love again.

The energy transmissions began. The system was fully automated, so there was no need to do more than monitor the results occasionally. This gave them more time to explore and enjoy themselves. In the weeks that followed they held parties for the defrosts, pursued their assorted hobbies, and began a project to further refine the compression of the electrical discharges. Charles, in his free time, began to probe IB&C records for any reference to his use of the teleporter. He was no Terminalist, but he was a good programmer and he began to make some headway against the safeguards in the system.

Eileen helped as much as she could. During one of their computer excursions through the IB&C records, Eileen suddenly brightened.

“You know, they have kept us here long past what was necessary. It’s entirely possible that they have another project in mind for us here. We may stay,” she said in excitement.
“Perhaps we can increase the odds by making ourselves more useful. I believe we can double the output of our transmissions with another year of work.”

“I’ll bring that up the next time I send a transmission to RERE. I’m sure they’ll approve it.”
Eileen was wrong. One moment Charles was running a maintenance check, monitoring the energy transmissions on a hundred dials and meters, the next he was standing on a small hill overlooking an endless grassy plain.