Uncanny Valley

CHAPTER ONE -The idea

SOMEWHERE IN BAKERSFIELD, CA

His hips were on autopilot, his eyes closed. Not that his wife wasn’t beautiful, it was just easier this way. He let his mind wander. That cute red head at the bar last weekend. Carla from work. Aki Yamamoto from sophomore year, there it is. His brain superimposed the Japanese foreign exchange student from his undergrad onto his wife. He grabbed her hip, allowing for longer strokes as he pulled away for a moment and then moans as he drives into her. “Fuuuuuuuuckkkkk,” he moaned, as she lay quietly, saying nothing. He continued picturing Aki’s slender body bent over in front of him, his pace quickened, he could practically hear her high-pitched moans, screams in a language that was foreign to him. “There it is, THERE. IT. IS!” He grunted each word punctuated by a thrust harder than the last. His balls tightened as he felt release into Aki’s Elise’s body. She simply lay silent as the waves of orgasm slowly subside and she could feel his cock pulsing pouring his cum into her. She waited until she could feel him shrink before attempting to go on with her day.

“Done?” Elise asked curtly. Knowing this was her wifely duty, she managed to drag herself away from the television, or the bed, or a bottle of wine long enough to let her husband sate himself inside her.

“Yah,” he says somberly pulling himself from her and falling onto the bed. She wasted no time pressing into the bed to lift herself. As she makes her way to the bathroom, she grabs her silk robe that lays on the chair adjacent the bed. “Did you want to-” the door slams behind her before he could finish his thought. Barry Turing lay looking at the ceiling, wondering how it got here. Although deep inside, he knew. Six months ago, they’d lost their only daughter. Nothing had been the same since, especially Elise. It was rare she was sober enough to consent to sex, so he counted his lucky stars they were out of wine. This was only the second time they’d had sex since the accident, and after she’d usually spend an hour in the bathroom, drink half a bottle of wine, not say another word, and then go to bed.

Barry knew he wasn’t going to miss much, he rolled from the bed. He missed the lively, beautiful and passionate wife that she was prior to the accident, but that was gone now. As his feet hit the floor he snatches his shorts from the floor stepping into them as he made his way through the house and to their detached garage one car garage. Weather was rarely inclement in Santa Monica so he took the liberty of converting their garage into his personal retreat. It started as a good place to store his things when they got married and eventually became his man cave, a place where he could go to clear his mind or a quiet retreat to get some work done when Elise had friends over. Barry falls back into his thick leather chair letting out a deep sigh. After digging for the remote in the space between the cushions he turns the television on and begins flipping through channels. It isn’t long after that he finds himself deep asleep. Hours pass before he is startled awake to the sound of an infomercial. He’d seen the commercials before, Cyberdyne Inc., the world’s leader in android production, that’s when it hit him. The best idea he’d had in years, maybe ever. He hopped from his lounge chair grabbing his laptop from the desk and quickly navigating to the site.

The process was intensive, the phone call gets you the stock house model, something to cook, clean, get groceries, whatever you like. The Premier package came with a few more functions for customizability; got a thing for blondes, so be it; girlfriend’s tits not big enough, super-size until your heart’s content. However, that still wasn’t enough Barry needed more, specifics, the Platinum package. This was everything. He’d heard one of his friends going on about how intuitive these models had become; most people couldn’t tell the difference between the android or the real thing. There were some limits, of course, courts ruled out stealing likenesses of famous stars with laws akin to copyright infringement; and of course, they were still androids. They couldn’t eat, or drink; didn’t really require sleep although there was a timed sleep setting simply for convenience. Barry slides his chair back to the mini fridge next to his desk grabbing a couple of beers, it looked to be a long night.

The reviews were stellar, they sound, look and act like the real thing. Barry chortles as he jokingly thinks to himself that if this doesn’t work out, he can always just buy another and get rid of Elise, although that could have just been the 6th beer talking. He references his favorite picture of Aurora, his daughter, as he painstakingly detailed every physical feature and memory he could recall. Scrolling through his phone for their favorite moments being sure to include as many aspects of who she was as he possible.

Barry was engrossed, and quickly lost track of time, and eventually woke up the screen flashing at 7 a.m., order confirmed. $65,000. “FUCK.” What had he done, scrolling through the order details he couldn’t believe it. Like a fever dream he’d awoken to find entered 365 traits and details and 427 points of memory submitted via photos, videos and stories, the standard requirement was 150 of each. While the 65 thousand dollars was certainly nothing to scoff at, his greatest concern was that he hadn’t exactly cleared this with Elise. There was simply nothing he could do. At worst he was stuck with a 65-thousand-dollar mistake; at best, Elise would come back to him one way or another.

Twelve days later his order arrived. It was the longest twelve days of his life; the anticipation was killing him. He’d taken the day off to ensure Elise didn’t see it until he was sure she was ready. Camped out on their front porch his ears perked up when the FedEx truck turned the corner, he sprang into action meeting the truck at the curb, quickly signing for the nondescript brown box and sending the carrier on his way. It seemed small he thought after lugging it to the garage. Well, no need to waste time wondering. Pulling a knife from his pocket he sliced down the sides and pulled back cardboard and packaging.

He stands speechless as his eyes see her for the first time. He quickly dismantles the rest of the box, and steps back. There she is, tears fill his eyes. Seeing his daughter for the first time in 6 months, bright, curly strawberry blonde hair draped on either side of her round freckled face. She was a thin and wiry 3’10” tall, and pale as the day is long, she got that from her mother’s Irish genes. Barry had spared no expense, she came with her favorite outfit, a bright green t-shirt and cutoff overalls, laced up white high tops and her old baseball cap. She was quite the tomboy. Barry stands the casing upright, peeling off the instructions atop the glass enclosure.

MODEL: XS-08ViGiGeAx

Your model comes with extended warranty.

Please enjoy the free upgrade TrueForm UI courtesy of Cyberdyne.

Please read all instructions and warnings before activating, this model is complete with- Barry’s excitement gets the best of him as he tosses the instructions without making it off the first page his eyes locked on her. She was encased in glass, that wouldn’t do. Barry kneeled down and unlatched the hinged door. Air hisses as it pops open, Aurora opens her eyes, “Fuck!” Barry exclaims stumbling backwards, startled by her uncanny appearance. He may have gone a bit heavy on the hue, as staring back at him are a pair of piercing emerald eyes and cheeks lightly dotted with freckles on her pale skin.

“Rori?” he says tentatively as he takes a step closer. For a moment she doesn’t respond.

“Dad?” Holy fuck, he thinks, it even sounds like her. He’d submitted old videos and pictures to base her voice and personality on but he never suspected it would be this accurate.

“Rori!” He nearly shouts grabbing her and pulling her into a loving hug. He pulls a few strands of her curly blonde mop from her face. Not a freckle was out of place. As the hug concludes she smiles at him, “I could really go for some i-“

“Ice cream,” he says finishing her sentence. “Peppermint?” He asks, but already knows the answer. She nods in agreement, “We’ll get you some ice cream alright little lobster.” Rori flashes Barry a smile, he’d called her that for years, ever since a very intense day at the beach and the subsequent sunburn gave her an all-around reddish hue. Smiling she fashions her hands into would be lobster claws pinching at Barry's side, he pretends to be caught for a moment before refocusing, “let’s go see mum shall we?”

He rushed from the garage, his brand new 8-year-old in tow. She struggled to keep up as Barry burst through the back door. “HONEY!” He screams as he makes his way through the first-floor peeking in each room as he passes in search of his wife. “HONNEEEEEYYYY!” He shouts running through their 4 bed 3 bath home. “ELISE!? Honey, where are you?!” He exclaims. Hearing her footsteps approaching. He turns kneeling down, primping his little girl, pulling stray strands from her round angelic face. “What are you going on about?” Elise groggily responds entering the room bathrobe open, one of her breasts exposed, her ample auburn bush peeking from behind the silk robe. Her figure still stunning despite having lapsed on her gym membership and overindulged in wine the last few months. However, truth be told, Barry never fancied the petite things others did, he enjoyed and the feel of her large D-cups, and her round ass in his hands. So, he didn’t much mind the extra few pounds. Elise rubs her eyes having just woken up from her second nap of the day but is halted in her march as Barry steps aside revealing Rori. The half drank bottle of merlot shattered on the stone kitchen floor.

“Momma!” Rori exclaims running directly for her mother. Elise couldn’t understand what she was seeing, she also didn’t care. For a moment, a brief moment her baby was back to her. She kneels down kissing her forehead and wrapping her arms around Rori as tightly as she could.

CHAPTER TWO - The Protocol

“Are you fucking mental!?” What was, only an hour ago, rapturous joy had turned sour. “You bring that fucking thing into my house!?” The glass of the 4th champagne flute she’d hurled at him shatters as it flies past Barry and shatters on the wall behind him. He felt fortunate her aim was askew thanks to the wine.

“Right, if you calm down, I was hop-“ the 5th champagne flute shatters at near him, she clearly wasn’t in the mood to debate how he’d messed up.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, I will not calm down, while that fucking monstrosity, that fucking thing is in this house!” She shouts turning the new bottle Chateau Cheval to her lips as the wine glasses were no longer of use, she takes two large swigs of wine before Barry can get a word in.

“Will you please stop drinking, and keep your voice down, she can hear you,” Barry says in a soothing tone.

“She?!” Elise shouts incredulously. “It! It can fucking hear me Barry, that thing is not our daughter, our daughter is-” she finally breaks, unable to finish the sentence. Barry rushes to her. Her arms press at him resisting his embrace, “she's fucking dead Barry,” she sobs her words trailing off into intelligible groans of grief.

He wraps her in a hug as she sobs into his shoulder. "It's going to be okay, you'll get used to her, and things can be-" he fights back tears choking up, "things will be just like they used to be, with the three of us together.

It’s clear she is resistant, he just didn't know how resistant. As he feels her hands pressing into his chest. She separates from him, "no, no...NO!" She exclaims anger rising with admonition, she steps back, “I want her, that-that thing out, I want you out. I..." her words trail off as she looks up at Barry. "I want a divorce."

The words drop the floor out from under Barry, he staggers back, his teary-eyed wife backing away from him, unable to look him in the eye. He did this for her, he’d always been there for her through the worst of times. The house is silent until the soft creek of the pine floorboards gives away Rori’s presences. Knelt down on one knee peering in through the crack in the door she gasps, as her presence is discovered.

Stunned, Barry opens his mouth to speak twice before any words come out, he does his best to maintain his composure, "Elise I.. This- she." Barry stammers incapable of putting his thoughts together. “It was for you-” He says trying to explain.

"Barry please don't, just get that thing out of the house," she says bringing the bottle back to her lips.

More stunned than angry Barry exits, walking the spiral staircase to Rori's room where she scampered to having been caught eavesdropping. He quietly opens the door, and there she sits, holding her favorite dolls in her hands like nothing had ever changed. Barry kneels by her side. "Hey little lobster, we're going to head back to the garage mommy isn't feeling well and needs the house to herself for a bit?"

Rori looks up quizzically. "Is she angry?" Rori asks, avoiding the uncomfortable eye contact with Barry, "she sounded angry."

"You heard that huh?" Barry asks, as Rori nod's affirmatively. "Well she was a little upset but that’s okay, she'll come around. Let’s head to the garage." He says helping her up as she gathers a few dolls. They make their way down the staircase and out the back door, Rori glancing back to see her mother looking through the kitchen window. Rori shooting back a kind smile and wave, teary-eyed, Elise returns them both before watching Barry and Rori disappear into the garage.

The next few days were a haze, Barry mostly worked from home which finally allowed him to get around to a few assignments he never had time for as he and Rori found a natural equilibrium in their new home away from home. He hadn't realized how life-like new Rori would be, she was capable of almost everything. She couldn’t eat, but would sit down for lunch all the same. She cried when sad although there were no tears. The raw look of emotion was still impressive, she even got the sniffles after playing in the rain yesterday, he was quite impressed with the exquisite attention to detail. Though currently she'd been relegated to glorified housemaid, and left with one simple instruction. 'Keep the garage clean.' She'd done a fairly good job, making sure the bed was made as soon as he got out of it, kept trash off the floor, she even did the dishes to perfection. Truly, Barry was becoming a little lazy, making a mess and leaving the room assured it would be clean whenever he came back.

This evening was no different, he'd taken a few days from his job in corporate finance to cope with the forthcoming divorce, and spent the bulk of his time scouting for good divorce attorneys, drinking and working on a few passion projects. Late Friday afternoon he found himself partaking in his nightly ritual of "self-indulgence." His laptop illuminating the otherwise dark room and he wrapped his hand around his cock. He continued to indulge himself with the sound at full volume, legs spread as his hand stroked the full length of his cock. On the screen, a large black man pounded away on a girl half his size who moaned in ecstasy. Barry’s hand matched pace with the activity on the screen, as his eyes locked onto the screen his mind wandering from past fling to past fling. His breath became ragged and short as he could feel his balls tighten, he worked his nine inches harder and faster. Like lightning struck, his body tenses up as he explodes in his hand. His hips buck leaving the chair, thick streams of cum landing on his chest, as he lets out a guttural grunt the euphoric high dissipates and he collapses back on the leather. Drunk masturbation always made the orgasm just a little better, he reaches to the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues, attempting to clean himself only to pass out with the job half done.

Elise hadn't wasted any time in moving forward with the divorce, she'd just arrived home with the divorce papers. As she climbs from her sports car, she makes her way from the brick driveway around the back of the house. She decided to serve the divorce papers herself, despite her lawyer offering to handle the issue. As she made her way to the garage she took a deep breath, sighing; was she sure this is what she wanted? She stood at the door for a good four minutes thinking before she knocked on it. There was no answer, so she knocked longer and louder, certain that he was there as his car was sitting next to hers in the driveway. Just as she prepped to knock again the door opens.

"Hello mother," Rori says, startling Elise. Though Barry left Rori in sleep mode, he had done a poor job of reading the instructions. Sleep mode left Rori aware of outside stimuli such as a cell phone, fire alarm or in this case someone knocking on the door. Rori looked up at her mother warmly, "how are you?" she asks.

"You're still here?" Elise blurts out, forgetting momentarily why she was standing at the door. She lets out an exasperated sigh, handing the child in front of her the manila envelope with the divorce papers inside, "make sure Barry gets these." Elise couldn’t help but notice new-Rori was wearing that red sweater that she’d received last year as a birthday present, along with a pair of dark denim jeans and a little red bow holding back her curls. She couldn’t help but wonder how this machine could mimic her daughter's adorable fashion sense.

"Please." Rori corrects pulling Elise from her thoughts.

"What?" Elise asks as Rori's hand extends taking the folder, smiling all the while.

"The magic word is sweeter than honey from bees, and that magic word will always be please," Rori responds sharing the rhyme her mother taught her years ago.

Elise stands dumbfounded, how could she know something so personal? For a brief moment she was brought back to what it was like to be around her innocent daughter, however in her moment of reflection just as Elise opens her mouth to thank her Rori curtly retorts, "You're welcome," and closes the door.

Stunned Elise retires back to the house considering all that just happened. It was as if, for a moment, her daughter was actually there with her. She pushes the moment from her mind, determined to stay resolute in her course of action.

As Rori places the papers on the small desk her protocols run through standing tasks, 'keep the garage clean,' protocol, takes priority as she makes her way through the kitchen, sweeping the floors until she comes to Barry. Passed out, fully nude, legs spread wide, tissues on either side of him. Cum drying on his chest from his recent orgasm. Rori calmly disappears to the bathroom returning with a warm washcloth. She kneels down in front of him, first putting away the lotion, and clearing away the cum soaked tissues. She leans over sliding the warm washcloth everywhere she identified a mess. She slowly applied the warm cloth to his chest, down his abdomen, and around his balls. The warmth felt good, despite his inebriated state his cock responded to her soft touch. She'd nearly cleaned him completely as his eyes flew open instinctively his hand grabs her wrist. Their eyes lock.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Barry demands to know. Shocked by his reaction Rori’s big green eyes look up alarmed, "Priority: keep garage clean," she retorts, as one of her stray blonde curls obscures her innocent face, clearly unsure of how this did not fall within that context. Barry sat still, looking at the likeness of his daughter staring up at him, his erection inches away from her sweet face. He was at a loss. His body demanded more of what it was just feeling but his mind struggled with the mental block of this thing that looked exactly like his daughter causing these types of feelings.

He was amazed by the words that came from his mouth next, "k-keep going." he says softly, as Aurora resumes her protocol. Her tiny hands pushing his cock to the side wiping around his balls his cock responding, standing erect near her lips. As she concludes he’s left with a world-class case of blue balls. She finishes her cleaning and stands up walking toward the waste bin in the kitchen.

"Protocol Strawberries," Barry says somewhat nervously, Rori freezes and powers down. She was deathly allergic to strawberries, it seemed like the perfect word for her shutdown protocol. Setting protocols was one of the first things he learned to do upon glancing at the instructions, creating safewords on the off chance that 'your android delivers unsatisfactory behavior.' Cyberdyne really thought of everything. He rose from his seat, walking around Rori, whose arms rest at her side, eyes closed, more or less asleep standing up. His mind wrestled back and forth with an appropriate action.

His heart was racing, he tentatively walked around her, eyes looking at her in an entirely different light than they'd seen her days earlier. "Active protocol. Idle." Her eyes open as she enters the android version of safe mode. All of the compliance with none of the humanity. "G-get to yo-" his mouth is dry, the request faltering halfway through, he swallows what feels like gravel in his throat “your knees, get on your knees," he says. She complies without a second thought. He frantically rushes to the small bay window drawing the shutter and blinds to ensure no one would see what his body demanded of him. Rushing back to Rori, on her knees, her freckly face emotionless, and presented at hip level is a tightly wound blonde mop of curls framing her adorable features.

"Look up," he says softly, only to be greeted with bright green eyes and that wonderful main of ash blonde hair. He couldn't stop now if he wanted to. He rushes back to the spot where he was sleeping, frantically searching for his bottle of lube. He scrambles until he finds it, his hard-on flops about as he rushes back to where he left Rori. On both knees, eyes up, naively waiting. He's beating off before he even makes it back to her, looking down, occasionally rubbing the bit of pre-cum from his head across her lips.

He takes a small step forward letting his balls rest on her porcelain face, her warmth adding to his lust, his teeth grit as his free hand slides through the curly honey-colored strands grabbing a handful, she doesn't resist, she can't resist. His weight shifts forward to his toes running his balls across her face. His fingers gripping himself even tighter than before imaging the horrible sight of his cock between her pouty lips. He closed his eyes for a moment to paint that picture in his mind of her tiny mouth forced open by this erection. A drop of pre-cum tethers to her hair as he furiously strokes himself. Empty and vacant yet stunningly piercing green eyes still look up at him from either side of his erection, he can’t take it anymore, his hips shoot back "AHHHHH!" he shouts as he paints her little face with four thick iridescent loads. Two large portions of his pearly seed landing on her forehead, one on her lips and the last in her hair and across her red bow. For a moment it pools around her eyes, she never flinches. Sitting quietly as rolls the cum begins to roll around her nose, over her lips, and sliding down to her neck and onto the neckline of the red cable knit sweater she is wearing. Barry collapses onto the floor, sitting back and looking at his handiwork, partially disgusted with himself and yet more turned on that he's ever been in his life. His eyes follow more of his cum dripping from Rori’s chin, staining her dark denim. The soft cotton bow in her hair soaks in his cream leaving the very edge of the bow slightly discolored.

He sat there for some time watching the cum roll down her face until the last wad slides down her chin and rolls down her slender neck his trance-like state is broken. He pulls himself back to reality, as the weight of his actions takes hold he shamefully mumbles, "Protocol: Full Active." As the command registers Rori's eyes flutter, as her systems reboot. With no frame of reference as to what just happened. Rori, with a face coated in Barry's cum, rises to her feet and continues her 'keep the garage clean’ protocol. Barry watches in amazement as she concludes, and resorts to default protocol. As she does, she begins to be aware of the mess on her face. He follows her around the garage, and into the bathroom. She turns on the faucet and runs the water until it’s warm, taking a washcloth under the water. Looking into the mirror she takes a warm towel to her face removing Barry’s remnants from her face. She smiles sweetly once finished and turns to exit seeing Barry who stands naked and still partially in shock.

“DAD!!!” Rori shouts as she quickly covers her eyes.

CHAPTER THREE - The Tipping Point

Two weeks had passed since her outburst and Elise found herself alone in the house, somewhat regretting her decision. Periodically peering from her bedroom window to the garage, checking to see if the lights were on, she couldn’t help but wonder if she made a mistake, acted too rash.

Her days were still filled with ample drinking and television, her coping mechanisms still leaving her unable to get back to work more than twice a week. Tonight, she’d been trying to prep to transition back to her career full time as a respected dean at California University at Maricopa (CUM). She climbed into bed surrounded by mounds of paperwork from professors and students alike. She’d anticipated being buried in work after this long hiatus. She made it through the first stack of notes, complaints, and grading issues before she was again peering at their converted garage. The glowing light through the only window was consistently on until late. He’d better be getting Rori to bed at her regular bedtime, it wasn’t healthy for little girls to… her thoughts trailed as she again began to see that thing as her actual daughter. She sighed and found herself staring at the garage, trying to reconcile her discontent with Barry for doing this and her growing affections for…it.

After nearly an hour of contemplation, she realized she at least owed Barry an apology, when she first saw Rori she was drunk, angry and taken by surprise. Her second attempt wasn’t much better, maybe she owed it to Barry to at least try. She climbed from her bed, planning how she’d elucidate such behavior. She stepped into her silk pj’s and slid on a pair of shoes. Looking in the mirror she primped for just a moment straightening her russet locks and adjusting her top so that the V-neck had an appropriate effect. They’d spent enough time apart, if nothing else, maybe she wouldn’t have to explain away her poor behavior and get by on sex appeal alone. However, for the last two weeks, Barry had been exiled he had been more than content to stay in the garage and grown fonder of his daughter in a way many wouldn’t understand. Barry glances over his computer from the tiny desk filled with outstanding requests and assignments from work, Rori sits on the bed her coloring and bopping her head along to the rhythm of the song playing from a turntable in the corner. She’d been coloring for about 15 minutes, and he’d been gazing at her for nearly that long. His mind playing through the myriad of possibilities for his future. He snaps out of it, eyes glancing back to his laptop, since their first night together he’d wondered what all was possible.

After searching for days, he found his answer on the #AllTheFallen Forum. Modders apparently had been adding code to androids for years, they’d even taken the liberty of fabricating new parts that added to the appeal of having an android around. Freelance schematics for 3-d printing, mods that changed hair color, eye color, body type, disposition, anything the heart could want. Barry’s guilt thus far had stopped him from making any modifications, something about tweaking his “daughter's” personality just didn’t feel right.

Though his imagination couldn’t stop working on what was possible. On his private drive, he kept a running file of his darkest desires for Rori. He’d nearly downloaded 30 gigabytes of information and would frequently click through each of the files letting his mind expand on the possibilities.

root.per//values.object.input

This is where he collected all the files he could ever imagine putting into Rori. He found one from a Japanese programmer that took away an android’s gag reflex, another that made the gag reflex 3x as sensitive; he hadn’t decided which he’d want more. From a German programmer going by the handle ASSetStrict69, (a handle which caused Barry to roll his eyes) Barry found the steps to partition her memory, more or less creating two personalities, one active, one hidden. As he scoured the web for anything that seemed remotely enticing, he’d even found a script that allowed for adjustable anal and vaginal tightness, as well as exact temperature control. He’d already ordered the supplemental parts necessary for Rori to be able to imbibe liquids. His mind wandered to how amazing it would be to finish inside of her, as he had already painted her face more times than he could remember. Although his conscious mind demanded he justifies such thoughts as he always did, wanting her to be more realistic. Though deep inside he knew she wouldn’t be thirsty for anything but him.

He was busy building this file despite not being able to talk himself into corrupting Rori in this way, when she was in idle she was a divine spank bank material, perfectly positioned, quietly waiting with a tongue out to accept his load. As he looked up at her he could feel his dick rising to press against his tight denim jeans, he’d already put her into idle twice today…a third time wouldn’t hurt. He stands up making his way to the lube he kept near the bed.

• • KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK**

“Barry?” Elise calls out, her voice lacking the vitriol that it had two weeks ago. Any other time he’d have been happy to hear any tone that could signal reconciliation from his wife, however, in this particular moment her presence sent Barry into a bit of a panic.

Rushing over to the bed he whispers “Protocol Sleep 1” he says as her body goes limp he quickly tucks her into bed and then tucking his hard-on into the waistband of his shorts. He partially opens the door occluding his lower half behind it. “Yah?” he says somewhat curtly.

Bemused by his behavior Elise looks past Barry into what little of the garage she can see. Everything appeared normal, the kitchenette was a bit of a mess, his clothes were strewn about the floor, as usual, and his desk was stacked high with any of the multiple projects he was no doubt working on. Just then she saw the curly golden strands sticking out near the headboard of the queen sized bed toward the back of the garage. “Is that?” Her words trail off, again, for a moment she forgets the sobering reality and her heart stops, for a second her baby is back.

Barry looks back over his shoulder, “Yes, she’s sleeping please be quiet.” He says in a hushed tone.

“She…it- they….sleep?” Elise stammers her mind wrestling with the appropriate pronoun for the android posing as her daughter.

“Yes, our daughter sleeps, what do you need Elise?” Somewhat annoyed by his wife’s inability to just accept what he deemed to be a solution to a problem.

Though she is talking to Barry her eyes stay locked onto the spot where Aurora was quietly resting. “I just,” she can't seem to focus as her vision never departs her mind wanting nothing more than to run over and embrace this thing that resembles her daughter. “Thought…that, maybe-”

Her thought is interrupted when Barry snaps his fingers disrupting her line of sight. “Focus! Please,” Barry not having much interest in whatever new insults she’d planned for tonight.

“Listen Bare,” she only called him that when she had genuine contrition, which was rare. “I-I am sorry,” she says redirecting her attention to Barry. “I reacted poorly, and I just wasn’t ready, you sprung this on me and-”

“So this is my fault?” He interjects.

“Yes, I mean no!” She struggles to justify her actions, frustratedly running her fingers through her hair, “it’s not about blame I just…” she sighs exasperatedly that this discussion isn’t going the way she’d anticipated. “I want to try okay, it’s going to take some time, but I want to try.”

Barry stares at her for a moment. “You served me a divorce Elise,” Barry protests reaching over to his dresser grabbing the manila folder that was handed to Rori weeks ago, waving it in front of her face.

She’d almost forgotten about that, her eyes closed as she knows this is spiraling quickly, “Barry, I…” no words come to mind to justify her behavior. “I know, I-I didn’t mean to, I was just-”

“You didn’t mean to?” He loudly retorts, “Did you trip into our lawyer’s office? No, no let me guess, you were so slobbering drunk you just don’t remember doing it?! What the fuck do you mean you didn’t mean to di-” He stops as he sees Elise’s attention shift behind him. He glances back over his shoulder to see Rori doe-eyed watching her parents fight. They’d made a rule when she was born to never fight in front of her. Barry lowers his head and sigh, “I’m not doing this in front of her,” he says resolutely looking back at Elise, “if you want to explain yourself then we can talk tomorrow.”

Elise listens but her eyes stay locked on Rori, “okay, after work?” She says softly seeing her timid daughter fearfully having to watch her parents fight about her. “Yeah, fine,” Barry says stepping back from the door, “now if you don’t mind, I’m going to put her back to bed.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, he simply closes the door. Elise stands again having the same oak door closed in her face. She pondered for a moment if she was on the right side of all of this, Barry overstepped, he brought her…it…-Rori, here to their home. Why did she feel like the outsider?

In somewhat of a huff Elise makes her way back to the house and returns to the bed she left. Her mind spent hours trying to process all the pieces to this puzzle until it yielded to sleep. Surrounded by work she lay alone in their king-sized bed.

Barry couldn’t believe her nerve. She’d always been hot-tempered, the drinking only exacerbated that, he knew she was in no shape to hold a genuine ethical discussion on if his actions to put their daughter’s likeness into an android was right or not. However, like she always did, she sought to shift the blame, always the hero of her own story, and never to blame, no matter what she’d said or done. Not this time, he thought to himself.

He paced back and forth, his sexual frustrations that were already building even before she knocked on the door, his lingering aggravation with his wife’s behavior did nothing to quell that. He couldn’t help but work himself into a very bad place, unable to stop pacing and murmuring about Elise he’d all but forgotten that his intention was to read Rori another bedtime story. As he looks back over his shoulder, he sees her still in her tiny twin bed he bought last week sitting next to his. His heart rate intensified as his mind immediately saw an outlet for his frustrations. His cock swells pressing against the tight fabric of his shorts. “Active protocol. Idle.” He says, voice wavering. Rori freezes as her memory and primary objectives are suspended, a blank nearly void look washes over her otherwise angelic face. Barry instinctively licks his lips. Walking over to the twin bed where Rori sat, unable to speak, move, or even think. He takes a heavy sigh; did he really have a leg to stand on?

Ethically speaking, what he had done, bringing his daughter back was the right choice, but what he was doing... What he was doing was pulling at her ankles. She slid toward the edge of the bed still staring off into space. He presses at the center of her chest, laying her back on the bed, gingerly he turns her so that she is laying across the bed her neck relaxes as her head hangs over the edge. The nightie she is wearing rolls up to her hips revealing the thin white panties with pink hearts. Barry’s heart again jumps as he sees them, his cock demanding release. He watched her chest rise and fall, he still couldn’t get over how lifelike she was. Gold locks of hair drape down the side of the bed as Barry fills his hand with lube, stroking himself and looking into those empty green eyes. He bit down on his bottom lips as his hand gripped his cock tighter, his mind obsessed with the thought of painting that adorable face beneath him, while pushing the idea that this was all a complete violation of his daughter’s memory far to the recesses of his mind.

His knees bend, “O-open your mouth,” he stammers feeling himself nearing climax. Her breath was warm on the tip of his cock, his head enlarged just a bit each time he felt it. Somehow clinging to the fact that he’d never penetrated her in any way allowed for him to continue his behavior but with each warm breath, his mind became more and more open to the idea of placing himself inside of her. Finally, as he could feel his ball beginning to spasm he pressed forward, unable to take the temptation any longer, “s-s—suck.” He commands. Her little lips close around the head of his cock. It was quite the sight to watch those pale lips around the darker olive complexion of his cock, he looked down at her body, laying nearly motionless aside from her mouth which was still pulling at Barry’s head. This was in no a quality blowjob but Barry was already on the edge.

He lustfully eyes Rori as the little thing beneath him obeys him without delay, her soft lips suckling at the tip of his cock her warmth was incredible, her thin lips strong but soft around him. He had to stop. Right? Yeah, just a few more seconds he thought. This-this is too far. Barry groans “faster,” the word came from his mouth almost without his control.

Control that he was quickly losing, as her lips brought him closer and closer, he finally surrenders what little control he had as he closes his eyes sliding the entire length of his cock into her. He watched her throat bulge as he moans in pleasure, it felt almost like the real thing, but far and away enough to send him over the edge. Rori’s little body spasms repeatedly as her airway was blocked, but her idle protocol prevented her from doing anything about it. Her throat massaged him as his cock throbbed inside her, he didn’t stop until he had his entire length inside of her. Barry was too lost in his orgasm to notice her small spasms had evolved into light flailing, his hips pressing forward forcing himself as deep as her body will allow until his hips were on her chin, and his balls covering her nose. He hunches over her as he grits his teeth and rams her throat multiple times, letting out a visceral grunt as he coats her throat with layers of thick and hot streams of his DNA. Her spasming continues, her throat trying to expel the foreign object, he watched her body continues to twitch as he finishes delivering everything inside of himself into her.

Finally, the twitching stopped, for both from his cock and his daughter. His breath is heavy, the room is spinning, his balls still trying to pump more of himself down her throat. He slowly opens his eyes and pulls himself out of her with a soft sloshing sound. A thick glaze of cum covers his cock, strings of cum trace from Barry’s balls to Rori’s lips.

“Rori?” he says softly as he pulls himself from her mouth. Cum running down out of her mouth and into her nose. “Active protocol Full,” he says expecting the standard startup. Her eyes bat for a moment, a soft whirling noise fills the room, and a few loud clicks that he’d never heard before, her body twitches and then shuts down. As her eyes close, cum runs from her open mouth, past her nose, around her eyes, and into her hair. He looks at her tiny body, his mouth open, aghast at his actions and their consequences only able to address the entire situation with two words. “Oh fuck.” “Rori, oh god, RORI! Elise sobbed running her fingers through Rori’s curly hair. Teary-eyed she looks up to Barry and only utters one word. “How!?”

CHAPTER FOUR - The Cost

Barry only bothered putting his shorts back on as he sits down to his computer. He wipes his mouth glancing up from the glowing screen, Rori was still lying motionless on the bed cum slowly drying on her face, a thick white cord ran from a USB-X slot just behind her ear to Barry’s computer. On his screen in the bottom right hand corner a flashing notification read:

Error.T.A.P./no.values_assigned_4316

Barry redirects his attention back to the screen frantically typing, he’d already been on four message boards, nervously reading through error codes. None matched the one he’d received when he plugged Rori into his desktop. He’d turned the light off, not wanting Elise to make another surprise visit with Rori in the state she’s in. This was the fifth message board, all the others were in some way related to Cyberdyne, but this one seemed a bit sketchier, but it did have a section for error codes that had a variety of the T.A.P. error codes. However, each time Barry clicked on one hoping to find a solution somewhere in the thread, he was disheartened only to find a phone number. 1.888.717.4316. He didn’t really have a choice, if Elise saw Rori like this there would be no explaining it away.

Barry rifles through the mess on his desk eventually finding his cell phone and dialing. As the line trills he again glances shamefully at Rori, putting his face in his hand and shaking his head as the line rings. “Yeallow?” a gravelly voice responds.

“Um hello, yes, hi, is this ummm,” Barry frantically scrolls through the various pages he has open looking for an identifier or name of the company he just called. Finally, he sees it at the very bottom of the third page, but there’s no name, or logo; but next to the number it just reads, ask for Hank. “Is…this…..Hank?” Barry says tentatively.

“Yep, this Hank,” he replies, Barry was pretty sure he’d woken him up as he looks at the clock on the opposite wall reading 3:16 a.m.

Barry sighs feeling more and more like an ass as the conversation continues, “Listen um, Hank, I’m sorry about the hour its just-”

“What’s the error code?” Hank interjects as he coughs, clears his throat and hawks up what Barry thinks is the most disgusting amount of phlegm he’s ever heard over the phone.

“Error c…..oh…yea, it’s um…. Error.T.A.P./no.values_assigned_5950” Barry says into the receiver, wondering if Hank heard his answer through all of his hacking and wheezing.

“Aw hell boy, a tap4316,” Hank exclaims, “the hell you gone and done to that thang?” He asks his southern drawl getting thicker as the conversation wears on. Hank doesn’t wait for an answer to his rhetorical question, “how soon ya need-er fixed?” Hank asks.

“Well, before tomorrow when my wife gets home would be-” Hank again cuts Barry’s thought short.

“Tomorra? Ah shit boy,” Hank exclaims, “where ya at?”

“Bakersfield California,” Barry says nervously, wondering how he would explain Rori’s mysterious absence if Hank couldn’t be here by tomorrow.

“Y’all in luck, I ain’t nothing but a short jump from Palmdale.” Hank spits again as Barry holds the receiver a little further from his ear, “Now this is short notice so y’all gon have ta pay the convenience fee, and that’ll cost ya” he says.

Barry was really in no place to negotiate, “fine, that whatever, when can you be here?”

“Aw shoot, 7 a.m. I reckon.” Hank replies.

Barry thinks for a moment, that was no good, Elise didn’t leave the house till 8 a.m. “Can you make it 8:30?” Barry asks.

“Don’t see why not, text me y’all address and I’ll be there.” Hank says hanging up without any further dialogue.

It was by far the strangest conversation Barry had ever been a part of. But Hank was a gift and Barry had gotten himself into a pretty dicey situation for which there didn’t seem to be any other solutions. After texting Hank their address, Barry went to the bathroom. He turned the water on and stared at himself in the mirror. “Never again.” He says softly, ashamed of his behavior. He soaks a washcloth under the warm water and wrings it out in the sink. He was committed to never doing that to Rori ever again, mostly because of the now unknown cost associated with such behavior but also the stress of having to figure out how to keep something like this from Elise, at least until the divorce went final, although he still hadn’t brought himself to signing the divorce papers she’d left.

Barry makes his way to Rori, kneeling down wiping the now mostly dried cum from her face and hair, repositioning her in the bed and pulling the covers up. Not long after that he finds himself laying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, too nervous to sleep.

6 a.m. felt like it took forever, Barry had spent the last 3 hours staring at the ceiling processing the night’s events, occasionally he’d peer out the bay window at the house, looking for signs of life. To keep the ruse alive, he had to make everything look normal, like it was just another day. He showered, dressed in his regular suit and tie, and headed into the house for a bite of breakfast. As Elise rushes downstairs, running behind as usual she pauses when she sees Barry, “hi.” She says unsure of what tone to strike with him. Her eyes look around for Rori, “where is-”

“She’s asleep,” Barry chimes in before she can get the question out.

“Oh,” Elise responds seeming almost dejected that she wouldn’t get to see Rori before heading off to work. “Ok well, I might be home late, there’s a board meeting tonight.”

“Mm-hmmm,” Barry responds trying to strike the same dismissive tone and not tip his hand.

“Ok, well, have a good day,” Elise says, eyes peering into the backyard toward the garage, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new Rori.

“Yah,” Barry says hardly paying attention to her. As she leaves, he lets out a sigh of relief, rushing back to the garage and changing into sweats and a t-shirt. He puts away his lube and any other incriminating evidence that may be lying around before rushing back into the house and peering out the front window awaiting Hank’s arrival.

Barry wasn’t sure what to expect, Hank had a strong southern accent and from what he could pick up on the phone call the mannerisms to go with it. Yet he lived in Palmdale. The conversation left Barry entirely unsure of what to expect, but Hank didn’t disappoint. At 8:30 in the morning a 1991 white Chevy truck pulled onto his street. It backfired twice just accelerating the half mile from the turn to Barry’s house. As Hank got closer, Barry could see the rust lining the back half of the truck, the front bumper appeared to be tied on. “Fucking hell,” Barry mumbles under his breath as Hank pulls into the driveway behind Barry’s BMW.

Barry sighs and quickly makes his way outside. It was a warm summer day, and the California sun shone down brightly, Barry held his hand over his eyes watching as Hank climbed from the truck. He had a pot-belly and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. His hair and full beard were both black with specks of gray, he sported dingy blue overalls with a button-down flannel underneath, he was everything his voice indicated he might be. Barry tried not to judge this book by its cover but that wasn’t easy. However, Barry’s attention was quickly drawn from Hank and to the girl that was with him. A blonde who Barry assumed couldn’t be older than 19 climbed out of the passenger seat. As Barry approached, he pulled the sunglasses from his pocket, he’d been fine just blocking the sun with his hand until now, the midnight black frames allowed him to eye fuck every inch of the 5’8” blonde as she walked from around the dilapidated truck. “Hank, thanks for coming on such short notice,” Barry says with a smile.

“Hell, wan’t nothin’,” Hank retorts spitting into Barry’s front lawn. Hank grabs Barry’s hand firmly giving him a proper handshake before retreating to the bed of his truck and grabbing a tool box and luggage. “Naw where it at?” He asks, Barry directs both of them toward the front door, quietly wanting to quickly get both of them insider before the peering eyes of neighbors could see. It’s not that Barry was ashamed of his new country bumpkin friend, it had more to do with the way his companion was dressed. As she made it around the truck Barry had to fight to keep his jaw off the Yuma Bermuda lawn.

She didn’t leave much to the imagination, her long slender legs were entirely revealed and her surprisingly round ass hung from the back of her white denim shorts. Her navel was pierced, and from what Barry could make out from under the thin, skin-tight tube white top that was barely covering her D-cups, so were her nipples. Her hair was so blonde it was nearly white, it draped down on either side of her face. Her large piercing blue eyes and cute button nose made her look like every California suferboy’s ingenue wet dream. To complete the ensemble were a pair of completely unnecessary platform heels that made every muscle in her legs pop as she walked. Like most teenagers, her face was glued to the phone in her hands, which was fine by Barry he opened the front door letting his gaze linger on the voluptuous cheeks as they passed.

“She’s in the back,” Barry said as they entered and walked through the house and toward the garage. He kept his glasses on as he watched the girl’s bouncing ass in front of him. He couldn’t help but imagine how easy it would be to slide the thin bit of material aside, bend her over and-

“Back there?” Hank asks pointing at the garage as they make their way through the kitchen and out the back.

How the fuck did Hank keep her from being the target of ever man in Palmdale? Barry ran through every option he could think of. Maybe Hank was packing 12”, maybe he was just insanely rich, maybe she just really liked fat guys?! Nothing made sense.

As they reached the garage, Barry worked his way around Hank to the twin bed, pulling back the covers revealing Rori who was still frozen. “Mmm-hmm,” Hank says clearing his throat again. Barry prayed he didn’t spit on the floor. The blonde leans on the mini fridge chewing a wad of bubblegum, as she leaned back onto the small fridge it was everything Barry could do to keep his eyes from between her legs, as the tiny shorts did little in the way of modesty. Her fingers kept tapping away at the screen having no idea the effect she was having on Barry.

Hank sets his tools down next to the bed sitting Rori upright. As he opens the luggage Barry is surprised a number of high tech scanners, laptops and other devices are neatly packed in. “Let’s see what the ole girl’s got to say,” Hank says plugging in two of his devices. He fiddles with them for a moment, Barry recognizes the error code that flashes on the screen. “Ya see that T.A.P. error there, that’s a traumatic and adverse protocol error.” He states pointing at the screen.

“Yup, that’s what I thought,” Hank says unplugging everything and flipping Rori face down. He quickly pulls up her nighty.

“Hey, the fuck are you doing that’s my daughter!” Barry interjects, Hank simply holds up his hand and pressing a small node behind her left ear and a panel on her back. The panel makes a mechanical whirl and then opens. Hank pokes around for a second then reaches into his toolbox. He pulls out a small wrench and inserts it, giving it four hard turns before releasing it and pressing the button behind her ear again. Rori’s eyes fly open as all the cum Barry had deposited in her the night before flies onto the bed.

Hank looks at the viscous liquid on the bed before looking back at Barry, “Your daughter huh?” Barry stammers, unable to come up with an explanation on the spot. “Now listen, I don’t care if you done this to her every night, but I ain’t driving up here anytime y’all wantin ta nut.” Barry closes his eyes momentarily humiliated. “So if this is what ya wantin,” he says standing up adjusting his overalls, “I can put the right parts in-er, then ya put anything you want to inside this sweet lil thing.”

“What?” Barry says shocked. “Y-you can do that?” He asks nearly forgetting about his pledge to never do last night again.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I got all the parts in mah truck,” he says, “Babydoll, gone get me the other pack out the truck.”

“Yes-suh daddy,” she says in a sweet southern belle accent. Daddy. Did she say daddy? Barry thought, that can’t possibly be Hank’s daughter. Barry hid the confusion from his face by looking away and pretending to be busy at his desk as he waited for the girl to come back. A few minutes later she returned hauling another piece of luggage twice the size of the first. The wheels creaked as she brought it into the garage. Her little body had began to work up a sweat making the white tube top partially see through and confirming Barry’s suspicion about the nipple piercings. “Ya’ll got anything ta drank?” She asked as she got back to her resting place on the mini fridge.

“Yeah, in there,” Barry says pointing under her to the mini fridge she was leaning on as Hank opens the case.

“I think this is what ya want,” Hank says, but Barry is lost in thought as the bombshell Hank refers to as Babydoll bends over exposing a near flawless and apparently pantyless ass as she pulls a bottle of water from the mini fridge. She closes the fridge back, and returns to leaning against it as she open and drinks the water. “Ya’ll coming back ta’ round here anytime soon?” Hank asks bringing Barry’s attention back to the luggage he’d opened. “The hell is all this?” Barry says as he finally sees what Hank has in the case.

“Well, this is a little pussy, ya gon want one lessin you wanna pay for me to come out ever time you have yaself a little fun. Cuz lemme tell ya there Barry, that’ll cost ya” The case was lined with orifices of every kind and a number of pumps and linings.

“Listen, I don’t know what you think I did, but I just want her fixed.” Barry says feigning offense at the offer.

“Uhh-huh,” Hank says glancing over at Babydoll. “Alright don’t get ya panties in a ruffle I’m just tryin ta help.” Hank retorts. “Now, I still gotta replace whatever ya gone and gummed up insider er, it’ll take about an hour or so.”

“That’s fine,” Barry says, “I’m gonna run inside and grab some cash, you can get to work.” Barry quickly extricates himself from the increasingly humiliating conversation as he heads inside. He tries to push the image of Babydoll’s perfect ass from his head but he had little luck, eventually finding himself standing in the kitchen partially hard and having forgotten what he’d come back inside for.

Cash.

He kept a fair amount of cash on hand for just such occasions…well maybe not occasions just like this but times when he couldn’t have Elise asking questions. Unsure of exactly how much this might cost Barry pulls two grand from the safe in the basement before making his way back upstairs toward the garage. He sighs before opening the door, this day couldn’t get over with quick enough.

“Ya know it never occurred to me to ask how much di---” Barry freezes midsentence, his eyes watching in shock, and somewhat horror as Hank sits on his daughter’s bed, hands busy at work, meanwhile Babydoll was on her knees in front of him. She enthusiastically swallowed Hank’s fat and swollen cock. He didn’t have much length but the girth was nothing to scoff at as the thin blonde nearly had to dislocate her jaw just to get him all in. The pool of saliva on the floor beneath her was the tell-tale sign of her level of commitment. “WHAT THE FUCK HANK!”

“Whut?” He says dumbfounded by Barry’s sudden anger.

“What do you mean whut?” Barry says mocking his accent. “Why the fuck are you getting head on my daughter’s bed.”

“Aw shoot man, some fellas work best listening to music, I work best with a clear head, that’s where Babydoll here comes in, she keeps me focused.” He runs his hands through her hair before returning that same hand to work on Barry’s daughter. “Truth is ughhh,” he grunts once, “ahhh shit…” he moans again, “That’s right girl!” he moans as Barry sees Hank thrust into her mouth, his hand pressing down on the back of her head. “I’s bout done anyway.” As Hank releases her head she pulls away, wiping her mouth to make sure none of Hank’s seed was missed. She smiles over at Barry and plants a kiss on Hanks shrinking cock before standing up and returning to her resting post near the fridge.

Barry is shocked, aghast at what he just saw, meanwhile Hank has returned to his work, not fully grasping the context or breadth of Barry’s anger. “Get the fuck out,” Barry demands.

“Now?” Hank inquires, his hands over Rori’s exposed mechanical and electrical parts. A mini shop vac softly hums in the silence between the two as Hank pauses cleaning out the remnants of Barry’s mind blowing orgasm that were left around Rori’s parts.

“Agggh,” Barry grunts frustrated with everything that’s happening, and how quickly the situation has gone from bad to worse.

“Listen,” Hank says, “Ya sound a lil stressed to me,” his attention shifting back to cleaning and rewiring the parts in Rori’s throat and chest. “I got just the thing, Babydoll, why don’t cha go ahead and give our friend here the vertigo treatment.”

Barry’s hands go up as he takes a step back, “N-no thanks B-baby, Babydoll,” the name feels odd calling a strange woman such a demeaning name. But Babydoll isn’t to be dissuaded as she approaches Barry quickly backing him up to the door.

“No really, that’s sweet, but I’m gonna pass.” Barry says looking past Babydoll at Hank who continues to pay him no mind.

Babydoll smiles one of the more infectious smiles Barry has ever seen, kissing Barry’s cheek before she drops to her knees without another word. She gives his old sweatpants a firm tug, quickly alleviating him of his pants and boxers. Though his words objected, his cock quickly became an active participant.

“S-stop really you’ve got to-” His knees get weak as she takes him into her mouth. It was unlike anything Barry had ever felt. Her tongue began undulating so fast it nearly felt like vibrations. His silence was purchased through the back of her throat. She opened wide taking Barry all the way into her eager mouth. Her platinum blonde mop pressed up against Barry’s hips occluding his vision of her face. She tightened her lips and then the strangest sensation happened. While her tongue seemed to vibrate her lips felt like they were sliding in circles around his cock, the back of her throat massaged in pulsing waves encouraging his head to grow inside of her throat. “GAH-DAMNIT!” Barry howled. His body convulsed he was trying his level best not to cum in the mouth of the strange girl he’d only knows for about 30 minutes but as her head began to bob back and forth that was becoming increasingly unlikely. He was transported somewhere else by this blowjob, as she opened wide he nearly lost his mind as her jaw distended allowing her to take his balls into her mouth while the back of her throat continued to pump around Barry’s cock. He moans as her tongue seems to extend long enough to reach Barry’s perineum running circles between his asshole and balls. That did it.

“FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKINNNNGGGGG BIIIIITTTTCCCHHHHHHHH!” Barry screamed as he grabbed her bright blonde strands and came twice as hard than he had the night before. Humping her face like he was trying to put a hole through the back of her head. She gripped his hips keeping his balance as his legs quivered, as her throat took his length, girth and cum; all while her tounge continued teasing his taint. Nothing made sense. The room was going fuzzy. Barry’s cock wouldn’t stop convulsing even as it shrank inside of her mouth it still spasmed. As she concluded Barry, stunned, looked down, saliva running down her chin and chest, but not a drop of his cum was missed. It was undeniably the best blowjob Barry had ever received. Given half a chance he’d have written a poem about it right then and there. It wasn’t just good enough to go into the hall of fame, it was good enough to kick all other blowjobs out of the hall of fame and live in that place all by itself. This blowjob's dad beats up other blowjobs' dads just for the fun of it.

Barry collapsed against the door, crashing to the floor soon after. “Wh-wha-how?” he pointed at Babydoll as she returned back to leaning on the fridge like this was just another Monday morning. “I don’t-she, when,” he’d yet to put together a full sentence. He looked down at his cock, poking it for a moment to make sure this wasn’t some kind of fever dream.

“Babydoll you better clear out before we get on the road, I’m almost done here.” Hank says letting Barry stew in his confusion. Barry watches as Babydoll strolls to the tiny kitchen at the other end of the garage. She leaned over the vanity sink as her index finger presses the side of her throat a small LED light illuminates as she opens her mouth. As if someone turned on a faucet a stream of translucent white liquid pours from her mouth. Suddenly it all made sense. Hank wasn’t dating or married to this girl, he bought her; and even more importantly, built and modified her to do that.

“She’s an android.” Barry says finally catching his breath and putting a sentence together.

Babydoll rolls her eyes, as the stream of cum continues to pour out.

“Nah,” Hank says, “this is an android,” he motions pointing down at Rori. “That,” he says pointing a tiny screwdriver in Babydoll’s direction. “that’s somethin’ else.”

As the liquid concludes pouring from Babydoll’s face she releases the spot on her neck that was illuminated and wipes her mouth and chin with a towel near her. Before smiling at an awestruck Barry.

“I don’t understand, she’s got….” He searched for the right words. “Everything,” she chews gum, drinks water, she fucking sweats for fuck’s sake.” “Well bub,” Hank says snickering, “I don’t think it was her gum chewing that’s got you on the floor.”

“Can, can they all do that?” Barry asks as beads of sweat drip from his brow.

“Shoot naw,” Hank says closing the last panels in Rori’s chest and neck. “Just the ones I tinker with can do that.” He slowly begins placing his tools back in his toolbox.

“Hank,” Barry says.

“Yea bub?” He responds.

“I want somethin’ else” Barry says unable to take his eyes off of Babydoll as she resumes chewing her gum.

“Yep, I kinda figured that. Hank says reopening his toolbox and getting his tools back out, “and that’ll cost ya.”

CHAPTER FIVE - The Four Hours in Maricopa Valley

“Daddy!” Rori says breaking through the haze of moral dilemma that has Barry’s mind a thousand miles away. “It’s your turn.” She says pointing at the table full of cards. It was a game she’d made up some time ago that she named Padderwild. The game itself had no discernable rules, all actions were entirely arbitrary and based solely on Rori’s mood at any given time. Some days playing a 3 would be illegal, some days it won you the game. Barry smiled at her as he laid down two more cards. “Hmmmmm,” she says placing her hand on her chin, contemplating her next move intently.

Barry replayed the day’s events in his mind’s eye. He’d taken some time after Hank ‘fixed’ Rori before he restarted her. He was sure to carefully clean the residual cum from her hair, wash her bow, and change her clothes. But none of that was on his mind, as his thoughts of many terrible and shameful possibilities. Hank had done a lot more than just repair Barry’s mess; he’d totally changed everything Barry thought he knew about androids. Turns out Hank wasn’t some dumb hick from Mississippi, far from it. Apparently, he was the original designer and engineer on most of the earliest android models at Cyberdyne. He was so influential in fact that they still used a lot of his code in the current models. This meant there was no one better at manipulating the code than Hank, and he was paid mightily for it. Apparently, his house in Palmdale was just one of 8 that he owned on both coasts; and that beat-up old truck, just something he kept in his collection. He apparently had an affinity for fixing up old pickups and this was just next on the list.

Finally, Rori decided on what card she’d play next, laying down a 4 of clubs and jack of hearts while triumphantly shouting “PADDERWILD!” She sat back perfectly content with her inexplicable victory, her floral sundress swaying as she performed an obligatory victory dance from the kitchen chair. “I win again, yea, I win again,” she taunted. Barry just watched in amazement, eventually, she’d gloated enough and fell back in her chair sitting cross-legged, Barry had half a mind to tell her young ladies don’t sit like that in dresses but his mind and body were at stark odds with each other.

Smiling she takes one of the chocolate chip cookies from the plate in the center of the table and dunks it in the tall glass of milk, popping the whole thing in her mouth, forcing her little cheeks to puff out. “Is de-wish-ous.” She says having to cover her mouth just to keep crumbs from falling out. Hank made sure that her new parts were graded for food, drink, and anything else she might imbibe or swallow. Hank had really outdone himself, as he put it, he even got the plumbing working. The viscous forest green fluid that each android had inside to keep their parts lubricated and simulate a pulse was filtered through a tungsten mesh that Hank had developed, the chemical reaction changed the color to a perfect blood red. Along with the upgrades Barry had already compiled online, Hank also replaced the genitalia veneers each android was given that served no real purpose with whatever was inside of Babydoll. Now each of Rori’s little holes was capable of delivering world-class, mind-numbing orgasms on command. Hank even took the time to help calibrate specific words to responses in Rori’s tuning making sure she could always deliver what Barry wanted on command.

He tried not to think about the fact that the facsimile of his daughter sitting next to him could be facefucked savagely and then swallow every last drop Barry blessed her with at his whim, but that was becoming more and more difficult. Hank had also set up protocols that would allow Barry to reset Rori’s memory for the last hour, 12 hours, 24 hours, or week. However, all this paled in comparison to the fact that Hank also took away the security protocols regarding her awareness and what Cyberdyne called the uncanny valley protocol. At some point, androids’ behavior and mannerisms got so realistic it began to “freak out” some of the population. To combat this Cyberdyne limited certain protocols that allowed them to mimic the full range of behaviors and movements of people. This way they would always be readily identifiable as synthetic despite being able to replicate the human form perfectly. Hank always thought that was a dumb idea, and removed it in every android the worked on.

At this point, for all intents and purposes, the little girl sitting in front of him had no idea she was an android and now neither would anyone else. Cyberdyne intentionally kept these safeguards in place to ensure the android never became so sure of its humanity that they would have some sort of robot rebellion on their hands. Given their name, one can appreciate the irony. Hank, however, had unshackled that programming, giving Rori less robotic and far more lifelike movements and responses. Now just like Babydoll, she would cry when sad, sweat when hot or startle at a loud noise.

Barry’s mind wanted to test this, to see what he could do, how far he could push her, and then simply reset her to the innocent cheery eyed angel before him. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything like that again, but things had changed. Besides if he took her virginity then reset her so she had it again, was it ever really gone? He wrestled quietly with the ethical and moral implications of these thoughts.

He rose from his chair, lustfully looking at Rori, she looks up smiling sweetly. As he takes a step toward her, the lock on the front door clicks, his heart races, feeling guilt and shame for his weakness, he quickly sits back down. Hank had cleared Rori’s memory of the T.A.P. incident and left nearly everything else untouched, this was noticeable in Rori’s reaction as Elise enters the house. Rori’s joyful disposition quickly sours as she sits back in her chair being sure to avert her gaze as Elise walks into the room.

“Hey, sorry I’m late I got held up at work,” Elise says as she sets down a stack of papers and her briefcase on the counter adjusting her skirt and blouse as she does. “A-are you playing padderwild?” She asks, having inferred the game from the fact that cards were scattered everywhere throughout the room.

“Yea,” Rori sighs, “I’ll clean up.” Her tone one of aggravation and looking for any reason to extricate herself to the garage.

“No, that’s not what I-” Elise looks to Barry for assistance, knowing her words from previous nights have not ingratiated herself to Rori she hopes Barry will step in and assist.

Barry sighs softly, “sweetie,” Barry says softly, getting Rori’s attention as she picks up the cards off the floor, counter, kitchen table, and chairs – it had been a rather intense game of padderwild. “Can you give mommy and daddy a moment to talk?” he asks drawing a cold stare from Rori in Elise’s direction. “Please, little lobster.”

“Yes daddy,” she says plopping the cards down and planting a kiss on his cheek as she makes her way past Barry. She opens the sliding door leading from the kitchen/dining room to the backyard.

“Hey, no lobster pinches?” Barry asks knowing Rori is still put off by the whole situation.

She steps outside and closing it behind her, but before walking away flashes a small smirk, her hands forming into tiny lobster claws that she clicks twice before disappearing toward the garage.

Barry smiles watching her, the duality of innocence juxtaposed with his mind’s utter debauchery kept his thought tenuously ping-ponging between his most protective and destructive impulses. His attentions shift back to Elise whose eyes have yet to leave the floor. She sits across from him, folding her hands unsure of what she could say that was going to get her back within the good graces of Rori and Barry.

“I spoke to your lawyer today,” Barry says breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Elise hangs her head, “Barry look I’m sorry I-”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says cutting her off, “I know, I heard.” Barry looks up at her, eyes watering fighting back tears. She was clearly feeling guilty, her behavior had been less than stellar, her full lips pouted as she continued to stare down unsure of what to do or say. She’d skipped makeup today, which was fine with Barry, it covered her natural beauty. She and Barry met on St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin, it was like a ginger-fest in that bar, but of all the lookers, Barry spotted her.

He took a moment, taking in all of her features. As his sex-focused mind processed the beauty in front of him, he couldn’t help but remember how much of Elise’s likeness Rori had. Adorable round faces, high cheekbones, saying Elise had aged well was an understatement. She had the kind of face that got carded for liquor well into her late 20’s, people used to always comment on how she still looked like a teenager; and of course, the freckles. Both their glorious faces were peppered with freckles, and that seemed to be to connect the dots in Barry’s brain that ignite the sex drive that he’d been working so hard to repress.

“Barry listen I just think that-” he never gives her the chance to finish that thought as he rises from his chair moving around the table quickly gripping the back of Elise’s head and pressing his lips onto hers.

He slides his tongue between her lips curling his fingers into a ball entrapping her hair and pulling her head back and moving his mouth down to her neck. She was beyond confused by his sudden and erratic behavior but he was so passionate, in a way he hadn’t been in some time, that she took a moment before objecting. Her hands fly between them halting Barry’s advance.

“No,” she says abruptly, her instincts taking over. It wasn’t that she didn’t find Barry sexy or that she lacked the desire to be with him because she longed to feel the passion that had left their marriage after Rori’s death. The real problem was:

2 HOURS AGO – CALIFORNIA UNIVERSITY AT MARICOPA – WEST DORMS – THIRD FLOOR :

Elise’s bum was forced into the cheap mattress, the posters of half-naked women that lined the walls stared at her judging her behavior. The sounds of ESPN drowned out their hushed moans as Wade slid 10 inches of thick black cock into Elise. Her back arched as his hand slid under her lifting her ecstasy riddled body from the lofted twin bed. Elise marveled in his strength, he was unlike any guy she’d ever been with. His former glory came as a high school and college football star until he blew out his knee. He was just about to drop out of school when he was coerced into auditioning for the spring’s rendition of Neil Simon’s Rumors. He was stunning, captivating his size gave him a presence that could only work to his advantage, also, being in peak physical shape didn’t hurt either.

His performance talent was undeniable, though she hadn’t much cared for him as a student. He was talented but lazy, constantly challenged her in front of the class and his constant arguing of grades was beyond the pale. However, nearly twice a week for two months, she’d excuse herself early from the deans’ meetings, citing an important session that she couldn’t miss. Most assumed she meant therapy, and in a way, they weren’t wrong, she’d been given a fair amount of leeway since Rori’s death. Her superiors never imagined she was using the time to let a student have his way with her.

They were fortunate, most of the theatre students ate their lunch at the theater, and because dorms were grouped by major that meant both of them could, for the most part, travel to and from their rendezvous without fear of discovery. However, being a dean of theatre at one of California’s premier liberal arts schools afforded Elise certain perks. Like the keys to the tunnels that run under the entire campus, built during WW2 the school rarely ever used them or checked them.

Wade lifts his hips high, his large hands spreading the Dean’s creamy thighs, sliding himself inside of her, he was known to be a tease, allowing his head to slide inside he could feel her hips buck in anticipation of her little hole being filled. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his girth, however, he watched intently, pulling himself out and running his head around her clit, watching the near 40-year-old MILF writhe at his touch. Her hips squirmed, causing the ratty old bed to squeak as she wiggles her hips trying to find the throbbing cock that had caused her a great many orgasms. “I think we should talk about the grade I got on the Othello criticism.” He said cock in hand teasing her swollen clit so much that her legs begin to shake.

“That….ohhh.” she says as her juices leak down to the scratchy plaid sheets, “that grade was more than fair Wade,” she moans as her hands press into the bed, trying to lift her ass up higher practically demanding to be filled.

His head begins to part her pussy lips as he pushes forward. “B+?” He says letting his first two inches open her wide. His thick veiny cock teasing her with only a modicum of its ability. “I think that paper was an A,” he says driving into her letting 6 inches fill her. Her full lips stretching to accommodate his girth, her juices coating his thick cock, she looks down watching herself coat the young stud who continues to tease her.

“That, was not an A,” Elise says, “Your syntax was sloppy and you didn’t support-” Wade had heard enough, he drives the remaining 4 inches into Elise’s dripping pussy, soft sloshing sounds fill the room, as he pulls back out and again delivers all 10 inches at once sending Elise into a chorus of moans.

“I said,” he begins grinding into her, “that paper,” he continues his hand finding her throat. “Was an A,” he emphasizes by again pulling out only to fill her again. Elise’s eyes roll back in her head as she nods in agreement only caring about the orgasm that is on the horizon. He sets a steady pace feeling her muscles clench around him, knowing that she is nearing orgasm. Without warning he releases her throat, throwing her legs aside and completely removing his cock from her. She looked down, stunned with wanton eyes her lips quiver as she feels the potential orgasm start to slip away.

“It’s an A, it’s an A,” she coos willing to say anything to have the full feeling that was only seconds ago driving her wild back between her lips.

“That’s better,” Wade says, his large arms flipping the dean onto her stomach, and mounting her. His legs bracket hers, making sure her little hole is nice and tight for him, he slides his cock back between her soaking lips. “Tell me you love it,” he growls into her ear.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Elise moans as her mouth is open, tongue out, unable to control herself as Wade begins pounding into her “I f-f-fucking love it,” she whines. Every inch of his 205 lb. frame forcing her into the tawdry mattress that only a day earlier supported a girl from his history class in the same way. “Oh god Wade, oh goooooooooood,” her hand reaches behind his body, wanting to pull him further into her, his hips hammered into Elise, her legs splayed wide, gladly accepting the carnal punishment. “OHHHH SHIIIIITTTT,” She howls. Her little walls convulsing around the monster that invades them. He feels her body twitch in response knowing she was thoroughly satiated. She pushes her hands into the bed giving her just enough purchase to thrust her little hole as Wade pounded her.

“Yes….FUCK!” she moans gritting her teeth her body demanding more, she leans forward interlocking her hands around Wade’s head looking him in the eye as she demands. “HARDER!” Wade wastes no time as he puts all those years in the gym to good use. “UGH! UGH UGHHHHHH!” Elise moans as Wade’s blunt force sends her over the edge. “YASSSS!” she howls as her cream coats his dark cock. Slowly she begins to come down from another mind-blowing orgasm However, Wade wasn’t done. “Ohhhh, ahhhhh” she moans as he quickly pulls himself from her throbbing hole and raises his hips just enough to position his throbbing head at her sphincter.

“Wade, no! Wai-” the massive paw that he called a hand covers her mouth before she can object.

“I’m pretty sure the Hamlet reading I did this week was an A too?” he says as if it was a question. Elise adamantly nods as her little cheeks squeeze together instinctively but its too late, Wade’s body lowers, sinking inch after inch into Elise’s bowels. Her scream is muffled by his hand. She’d tried anal with him once before and while he loved every second of it, she spent a majority of the time in agonizing pain. This was no different as his cock felt like a searing rod being jammed somewhere very tender. She writhed and wiggled but his weight was more than enough to pin her to the bed as his hips met her ass. With ten inches deep he grunted as he explored her asshole with the same intensity, he ravaged her pussy with.

He reaches his top speed in no time intent on emptying his balls inside her ass. The lofted bed repeatedly slams into the cinderblock wall each time Wade hits Elise’s full depth of Elise’s tight hole, sending waves pain through her brain. Tears swelled in her eyes as her thick legs kick under the massive student, he wraps his other arm around her upper body ensuring she stays right where she is, vulnerable and helpless. “Fuck yea, FUCK YES, Dean Turing, FUCKING DEAN TURRRRIINNNNNGGGGGG!”

She hated that he called her dean when he came but she was too wrapped up in her own discomfort to do anything about it. Her little asshole was on fire and he was slowly smothering her as his orgasm overrode his sensibilities. She felt his cock twitch multiple times as he grunted pumping her ass full as he repeatedly rammed as much of himself as he could into her. She wasn’t big on letting him cum inside her, but it was just one of the many arguments she lost at the tip of his cock. He collapsed onto her, spent, she could feel his cum leaking from her ass, down her pussy lips, and onto her thighs. Neither of them speaks as they both lay in the orgasmic, and for Elise somewhat painful afterglow of their scandalous behavior.

It wasn’t until she heard the voices of other students that her heart dropped, grunting as she struggled to get out from under the oaf whose cock was still buried deep in her. She spun the Walmart brand alarm clock on his nightstand around. “OH SHIT!” she says softly elbowing Wade as she was otherwise trapped under him. “Oh my god, oh my god,” as Wade partially rolls over Elise is freed and hops from the bed. She looks into the mirror aghast, her mascara ran during her thorough buggering, she grabbed a towel from the bed, and a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and proceeded to remove what was left of her makeup. She quickly pulled her pencil skirt and panties on the lace fabric doing nothing to soak up Wade’s remaining juices. She clinches her ass cheeks to prevent the embarrassment of cum running from her ravaged hole and down her leg as she left.

Elise runs her fingers through her ‘I just let a student fuck me in the ass’ hair as she quietly opened the door to the hall. There were students everywhere as they had overslept their window to make a shameless escape. She was mortified at the thought of students seeing her slinking from the room of one of their peers. She grabs the now empty bottle of water throwing it at Wade who was quickly on his way back asleep she hisses at him to get up and create a distraction. Begrudgingly he obliged throwing on a pair of old sweat pants and a T-shirt he makes his way to the door planting a hard slap on Elise’s ass. Her little cheeks jiggle then clinch holding onto Wade’s earlier deposit as she does her level best to keep her dignity.

“Anybody else fucking hungry?” Wade exclaims loudly as he enters the hall. A refrain of affirmation fills the hall as the few remaining students who didn’t follow Wade’s lead to the hall vacated to their rooms allowing Elise a way out that permitted her to keep both her poise and her job.

TWO HOURS LATER -BAKERSFIELD, CA

“Can we not?!” Elise interjects, her ass cheeks still squeezing tightly in a dire attempt to keep Wade’s cum from spilling through her pencil skirt and onto the chair. “It has just been a really long day and,” she pauses knowing she can’t tell him the truth, “I’m just really sore,” she says, which wasn’t entirely false.

Barry backs away from his wife, his throbbing cock pressing against the tight denim, he was amazed she could still remain so distant. It had been weeks since they’d had sex. As he returns to his chair, he is somewhat embarrassed by his behavior, “Yea, I’m gonna head to the garage, I’ve um, I’ve got a weeks’ worth of reports just sitting on my desk.” He presses away from the table abruptly, Elise kicking herself for having missed an opportunity to reconnect with Barry. Watching her husband quietly slink away from the table and out the sliding doors leading to the backyard and toward the garage. She places her face in her hands lamenting many of today’s decisions. Unfortunately, she also loses the last bit of focus, suddenly feeling a wet spot from Wade’s cum that she couldn’t hold in any longer. Standing and looking behind her, she sees a dark stain on her baby blue pencil skirt, “BLOODY HELL!” she exclaims storming from the table.