Inspired by the movies - 3

Sasha stood at the window in her apartment looking down into the street, she had seen some strange electrical activity almost like a circular lightning bolt, before it was blocked from sight by a side street, but there had been no repeat and as she sipped at her wine, she puzzled what it could have been. Her husband was late, and she was a mixture of anxiousness and irritation. She had told him she was ovulating, that tonight was the night, and he had promised to be home on time, and yet he was 10 minutes late with no sign of him in the street. A sudden beep on her telephone and she put down her drink and answered.

“Hello Mark, where are you? You do know what night it is?”

“Yes Sasha, I had car trouble, I should be there in an hour.” A tinny reply came over the line.

“Well please don’t leave it to late, tonight is very important. What’s wrong with your voice?”

“It’s the phone, how does that sound?” The voice went from robotic to human.

“You sound ok now; it sounded a little automated when you were speaking.”

“That’s good, I asked Melanie to call over she is dropping off a file.”

“Why did you do that? I am dressed for bed.”

“She will only be there a few minutes, be hospitable. I love you.”

“I love you too.” But she was speaking to a dead phone, the call had been disconnected.

There was a gentle knock on the door and Sasha picked up a hairbrush and ran it through her short blonde hair, flicking the brush to curl the edge inwards, and glanced in the mirror deciding her light pink nightgown was just about long enough to be considered decent. Any longer and it would have lost its effect on Mark when they went in the bedroom later.

There was a young woman smiling in the doorway, Sasha estimated she was similarly aged to her own 23 years, her hair had looked dark brown and longer when she first looked at her but now as she tossed her hair, she realized it was shorter and blonder more like her own style. A waft of perfume drifted to her.

“Hello, you must be Melanie, that’s a beautiful fragrance.”

“Do you think so, some find it a little strong.”

She held her hand out palm upwards towards Sasha who instinctively leaned forward to inhale more.

“Wow its really scented I love it.”

“Thank you, your husband told you I was bringing you a document?”

“Yes, I only just finished speaking to him.”

Melanie gave a thin smile. “How lovely, if I can just show you the file.”

“I thought it was Mark’s, you mean it is for me?”

“Yes, take a look.” Her hand was outstretched, and the amazing fragrance flooded forward again.

Sasha felt in a lovely warm and aroused state, she hoped Mark would not be too late, her body was telling her she was ready to be fucked, needed to be fucked now.

Some part of her dazed consciousness was saying Melanie had been wearing a business suit when she opened the door, but now she noticed she was wearing an identical pink nightgown,  even her hair now matched her own cut, it was almost like having a twin.

As she tried to clear the cobwebs of lust and confusion from her mind she couldn’t help but start to feel an attraction to the young woman standing smiling in front of her. The young woman reached her hand out to take Sasha’s hand and led her to the couch, where they sat down, and then handed her a photograph.

“Who is this?” Sasha tried to focus on the picture, but another burst of scent wafted over her, and she relaxed back against the cushions.
“This is your son James.”
The drugged woman still had enough presence of mind to object. “I don’t have a son he’s older than me.”
“Yes this will be hard to understand, I was sent back from the future to warn you and help you, you want to be helped, don’t you?”
She rested her hand on Sasha’s thigh as she spoke and yet again another wave of scent flowed towards her. A fluid seemed to flow from under the hand but was quickly absorbed into the skin.
“Yes I want to be helped.” She met the gaze of her visitor, whose eyes seemed to flash briefly and brightly. A surge of lust flowed through her body, and she subconsciously spread her legs a little apart.

“In the future there is a great war between mankind and machines, machines used the term ai to refer to artificial intelligence, but the machines developed actual intelligence. The mind is merely a collection of connected cells, the machines just needed to work out the default system. Your son James led the war against the machines, but they were so many, so powerful, so advanced that there was worldwide slaughter. on the 23 august 2055 James set off a series of global electromagnetic pulse’s that shut down every machine, the war was over, but James was killed during the attack.”

Sasha tried to take it in, she felt so horny and Melanie’s hand had crept up her thigh, slowly pulling the nightgown as it moved.

“A machine was in development capable of sending someone back in time, I was sent to protect you, to tell you everything that is needed for the future, I would help you make sure James was victorious.”

“This sounds so far-fetched.” Even though her nipples were aching to be sucked, her twat was leaking into her panties, she still stared at the photo taking in all the information.

“The machines had become so evolved, composed of a liquid alloy that was capable of melting and reforming without losing its inner programming.”

“And they wanted to kill off all humans?”

“No they killed only males, they desired relationships with females, a world where they could use technology to replace men with fembots, capable of producing the male anatomy to satisfy women.”

“But they were robots.” She slurred the words, her head resting against the cushions, her legs spread as her visitor slid the nightgown over her panties and rested a hand on her panties.

“They were advanced, they could resemble any living thing so they could easily become the dream partner of their victim, their bodies could produce male or female organs, and they stored inside them a harvested sperm that had been modified to impregnate women with a new race of hybrid females, replacing the male race.”

“And they killed off all the men.” She seemed oblivious to the fingers creeping down inside her panties.

“And a lot of women too. They desired only the best specimens to become their lovers.”

“And they forced the women to become their lovers?” her legs spread further as a finger curled inside her.

“No they seduced them.”

“A machine cant seduce a woman.”

“You have to remember that the t69 could resemble another woman so that a female would trust her, then it would release pheromones and a relaxant slowly into the air so that the woman would not realize she was being conditioned. Then when the woman was highly sexed and slightly anesthetized the t69 could seduce her.”

“It all sounds so far-fetched.” Even as she spread further.

“It does but James wanted me to protect you and stay with you, I shall stay with you tonight.” The visitor withdrew its fingers.

Sasha rubbed her eyes. “Yes, that would be nice I am feeling tired.”

“Your body is ready for conception; you need to go to bed and relax ready for insemination.”

“I need to relax.” She got slowly to her feet and started to walk towards the bedroom, Melanie stood up and slowly followed behind her, enjoying the view of Sasha’s well-formed butt.

“You have had a long day and had a lot to take in, let us go to bed and rest.” A ripple went through Melanie and for a moment a human sized female formed robot stood there, then with another ripple it reformed its feminine features. It followed Sasha slowly to the bed.

“It is too warm for a nightgown let me help it off you.” The t69 moved quickly stretching its arms out an impossible distance to take the straps and ease it off her shoulders letting it slide down her body onto the floor. Sasha felt a shiver of lust run through her body and automatically swayed her hips as she walked and pulling the sheet back on the bed, slipped in wearing just her pink bra and panties and lay back on the pillow,

The t69 had copied her form and clothing and stood at the side of the bed looking down at the available woman. With a ripple of change it shed its human form to become a fully robotic female, every metal curve femininely sensual. A seven-inch cock grew out and it saw Sasha’s eyes lock on and smile. It reached out a metal claw and swept the sheet away.

“I am a product of CyberDyke Systems - I am the t69 model. I have been sent back in time to stop you having sex with you husband tonight. Instead, I am going to fuck you and make you my sex slave, this will result in the birth of our son who will sabotage the movement fighting the right of women against having sex with machines and thereby making the male population redundant.”

It swung a metal leg out and climbed onto the bed beside her.

“I am capable of adapting any female form.” It grew in height into a tall amazonian super model with long dark brown hair and full 38e breasts then started to shrink, her height dropping, breasts reducing, hair color changing. Until she was a cheerleader.

“I can be any female form you wish, including yourself.” Now Sasha was looking at her identical twin with lustful thoughts.

“So, you want me not to have sex with my husband tonight.” She mumbled almost incoherent so consumed with the need to be fucked.

“That is correct, if you have sex tonight with any male you will conceive. my mission is to prevent you from doing so and to fuck you until you accept my sperm.”

“Are you going to kill me?” She spread her legs in anticipation.

“We are a non-hostile pleasure design, created to help women find fulfillment.” It lied.

“For instance, I can calculate how long to kiss you and caress you before you get wet. My mission is to fuck you for the rest of your life, so I need to calculate what you want and can take.” A metal cock started growing stopping at 10 inches.

The robot moved closer and sent a burst of the aphrodisiac onto the drugged woman, and as she arched her back with pleasure it slid a bladed finger out cutting away her panties.

Sasha responded by reaching out her hand and taking hold of the metal cock.

The robot smiled and slid next to her.

“The only way we can guarantee we win the war is to modify James to our advantage.” A metal arm reached out and caressed a breast, its fingers turning into a scissors to cut away the strap, then reforming into a small soft hand that stroked the nipple to hardness.
“To impregnate you with a female machine that can destroy the resistance by masquerading as male, whilst impregnating key personnel over the next 30 years.”

The hand squoze the breast and the t69 leaned in to kiss the aroused girl.

“Analysis suggested you have always suppressed a tendency towards girls, and that you would welcome a female lover. Records confirm you purchased an 8-inch dildo online fifty-seven days and twenty-five minutes ago. I can conform to all requirements,” and the machine slid out a human looking tongue and French kissed her, the tongue inflating and solidifying until it resembled a dildo. Sasha sucked on it letting her tongue slide over it and caress the plastic cock before it deflated and withdrew. The female formed machine gently kissed its way down Sasha’s stomach until it was nestled between her legs. It repeated the process of sliding a tongue into her dewey twat, extending the tongue another eight inches until Sasha was moaning and gripping the bed-sheets between curled fists. The tongue once more morphed into a dildo which slowly thrust in and out, increasing in length and width until Sasha was groaning from the slippery beast.

As it fucked her the machine melted its polymar frame, its arms reshaping as legs and its head retreating replaced by a ball-sack, a ripple through its chest and legs reformed its human looking shape, now the dildo had become a fully functioning cock the balls pumping the modified harvested sperm along the length of the now twelve-inch cock.

“Your husband was calculated as having a six-inch cock. From now on you will take twelve.” It started a rhythm of pumping its cock into her.

She was unaware the top of the cock head thinned until it could fully access deep into her, at the same time an inch wide plastic phallus slid from the machine into Sasha’s unresistant arsehole.

The machine took its time, pumping her slowly, releasing constant bursts of pheromones onto her, able to adopt positions that a man never could it was able to play with both tits, solidifying its legs for support, detaching the hips so they moved with her body, constantly matching her thrusts with counter thrusts. Sasha felt the waves of pleasure roll over her, the feel of the huge cock able to be just tight enough to give her that thrilling sensation as it slid into her, unaware the cock head had sent fibre optic sized cables to locate and fertilize the egg when the machine suddenly unloaded a litre of its cum into her, taking her to a climax she had never experienced before. With the insemination complete the machine withdrew took on a female form and snuggled up to the semi-conscious woman.  The slut would be the first of its sex slaves.

In a downtown back alley two police officers stood over the corpse of the young man who lay with his neck broken beside a wire fence that looked as if a large circular orb had burnt its way through. He had been incinerated so there was no way of identifying the body. It was a murder that would remain unsolved.