CHAPTER 8:
In the middle of the next room were two simple, straight-backed chairs,
side-by-side. On one of the chairs sat a man.
"Oh shit!" I said, with a start, scared by the presence of another human being.
I panicked and tried to leave the room, but (of course) the door was closed and
locked behind me.
The man sat, motionless. He was young, good looking, and strangely familiar. He
had black hair and was dressed in an elegant, tailored business suit with a red
tie.
"Hello?" I queried. "My name is Jennifer... no wait, damnit! I mean, my name is
Jonathan... I mean..." my mind couldn't handle the contradiction. Yes, I was
Jonathan, or at least 4 days ago I was Jonathan. But now... there is no way I
could go around telling people I was Jonathan dressed and looking like this.
I made up my mind. "My name is Jennifer," I said with a bit more confidence now.
"Who are you?"
The man didn't move a muscle. He sat straight upright, feet flat on the floor
and slightly spread apart, hands resting on his thighs.
Getting suspicious, I tentatively walked over to the man.
"Hello?" I looked closer and then reached out to touch his arm.
"Oh, jeez..." I stumbled back, nearly falling in my heels. The man was not
alive. He was another mannequin. Only this time he was a fantastically realistic
copy of a human, with each hair, pore, and skin spot carefully rendered.
Fascinated, I walked over and touched him again. He was warm (!), and his skin
had some give to it, just like human skin, but with a soft-rubbery feel to it. I
looked at him more carefully and realized that his feet were actually bolted to
the floor.
"** TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 8: SOCIAL **"
"Hello, my name is Jack. What's yours?"
Oh shit. The mannequin started talking and had swiveled its head to look at me.
"Ummm... My name is Jennifer?" I said, tentatively.
"Jennifer... that's a beautiful name. Why don't you sit here next to me so we
can chat?" The mannequin looked at me.
"Umm... OK." I walked over and sat in the chair next to Jack, with my legs
crossed (at the ankles), back straight, head up, and hands folded in my lap,
just like I had been trained to sit.
"** (ting) What do you do for a living, Jack? **" said the voice in my ear
piece.
What was this? The house was coaching me in small talk? What made it so bizarre
is that the computer was actually carrying on both sides of the conversation,
only with me in-between.
Whatever, this was relatively mild compared to what I had been through the last
few days. If the computer wanted me to play-act as Jennifer for a while, who was
I to complain?
"What do you do for a living, Jack?"
"Oh, I do lots of different things... biology, chemistry, mechanical
engineering..."
Aha! Now I remembered where I saw the face on the mannequin. I saw him in the
pictures upstairs. The pictures of Jack Hewitt. For reasons unknown, he had made
a copy of himself and now here I was, interacting with him.
"** (ting) That must be very interesting! You must be such a smart man! **"
Oh, flattery. Now I'm being coached on how to flatter a man?
I repeated the words, and getting into the mood a bit I tried to put a little
feeling into it: "That must be very interesting! You must be such a smart man!"
The mannequin turned his head towards me, "Oh... it's nothing, really. Would you
like to hear an inventor joke?" His lips and jaw actually moved as he talked. It
wasn't 100% natural, but boy, it was better than any mannequin I had ever seen.
As he talked I could actually see a tongue moving inside, even though I was
certain it was only a speaker making the sounds.
"** First, place your hand on his upper arm, give it a little squeeze, and then
say (ting) Yes! **"
As instructed, I reached over to squeeze his upper arm and then said "Yes!" I
knew this was just a mannequin, but the whole situation was getting disturbingly
intimate.
So then Jack, the robot/mannequin of the dead owner of the house told his joke:
This man goes along to the Patent Office with some of
his new designs. He says to the clerk, "I'd like to
register my new invention. It's a folding bottle."
"OK," says the clerk. "What do you call it?"
"A fottle," replies the inventor.
"A fottle? That's a stupid! Can't you think of something else?"
"I can think about it. I've got something else though.
It's a folding carton."
"And what do you call that?" asks the clerk.
"A farton", replies the inventor.
"That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!"
"In that case," says the inventor...
You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket."
"** Now laugh at his joke, place a hand on his thigh, and squeeze. **"
I did my best. "A fucket!" I replied, giggling, "that was funny." I placed a
hand on his thigh and squeezed it.
"** (ting) I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it? **"
"I have a joke too. Would you like to hear it?" I dutifully repeated.
"Yes I would!" replied Jack.
"** (ting) Even if it's a bit bawdy? **" I felt prickling run down the back of
my neck. Where was this headed?
"Even if it's a bit bawdy?"
"Oh, those are the best kinds of jokes!" said Jack, with evident enthusiasm.
"** Move your chair aside and sit in his lap, with your arms around his neck.
**"
Doing as instructed, I settled myself into his lap. It was hard to tell, with
the padding in the rubber pants, but I could have sworn that I felt something
moving underneath me. His penis?
As I turned to face him, I realized just how revealing my dress was. I placed my
arms around his head and saw how my cleavage was flaunted just a few inches away
from his face. "Thank god he's just a dummy..." I thought to myself, although in
reality he was becoming less and less like a machine and more and more like a
real person with each passing moment.
"** (ting) It's best if I tell the joke while sitting on your lap. Do you mind?
**"
I repeated the words as instructed, batting my eyes a bit, and (where did this
come from?) even thrusting my breasts towards him a bit, flaunting my assets.
"Oh, not at all!" Jack exclaimed. If a machine could drool, he would be doing
it. I felt the mannequin place one hand on my hips and the second on my knee,
between my legs.
This was getting *very* *very* intimate!
"** (ting) ... **" The computer had me tell the following story:
A man and a woman are in adjacent seats on an airplane.
The woman sneezes, then shudders violently, like this!
Achoo!
[I was instructed shake my body. My breasts jiggled wildly
before Jack's face. As I shook, his hand on my knee slipped
a bit higher, so that it was now on my thigh, between my legs.]
The man thought this to be strange, but he didn't pay it much
mind. But then, the woman sneezed again!
Achoo! Oh!
[I was told to shake again. This was positively indecent! His
hand moved up even further, now brushing lightly against my
panties. His other hand slipped up higher, and was holding
me around my waist just below my breasts.]
The man thought this was pretty weird, but he did his best to
avert his eyes. He might have succeeded if only she hadn't
sneezed again!
Achoo!! Ooooooohhhhh!
[This time I was instruct to cling tightly to him as I shook
and shimmied ever more violently. Did I feel something under
me? Was the mannequin getting a boner?]
Finally, the man asks the woman what's wrong. She says,
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I have a rare condition.
When I sneeze, I have an orgasm."
[Jack moved a hand to cup my breast. I felt a light pinch
on my left nipple as he trapped it between two fingers.]
The man says, "I've never heard of that. What are you taking
for it?"
And the woman says, "Pepper!"
The mannequin, Jack, gave a hearty laugh. Strangely, I felt a rush of pleasure
in having told my joke so well.
Just then I felt a hand on the back of my neck. Jack had moved a hand from my
breast and was now slowly pulling my head towards his face. His other hand moved
to cup my new pussy, holding it firmly.
"** Kiss him. **" instructed the voice in my earpiece.
"NO!" I shouted, suddenly panicked at being trapped in the steel embrace of this
robot. I tried pummeling his chest with my hands and pulling away, but he had
me trapped. The mannequin's arms were suddenly strong and unmovable, as they
gradually, inexorably, brought my lips to his...
"Mmmmph!" He ground his lips against mine. A tongue! Oh-my-god, a wet tongue had
probed past my lips and was pressed against my teeth.
"** Open your mouth. **"
No way was I going to do that, but then I jerked in surprise as he worked a
finger inside my panties and between my ass cheeks. "Aaack!"
Taking advantage of my shout, his tongue darted inside my mouth and started
stroking my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and my tongue. I tried to bite down on
his tongue, but, of course, it made no difference.
"** Insert your tongue into his mouth. **"
No, no, no, no, no! I tried valiantly to fight it.
"** Insert your tongue into his mouth. **" the computer repeated.
"Mnnoph!" I mumbled in desperation as I felt his hands molesting my vagina and
asshole. And then...
... the mannequin froze! It just stopped all movement. The hand on my head held
my lips firmly pressed to his, his tongue was deep in my mouth, and his other
hand was firmly cupping my pubic and anal area.
Entwined with the mannequin, I couldn't move an inch, his arms were so firm and
solid, with one wrapped around my leg and the other wrapped around my body. I
felt so weak in his arms, so totally had I been manhandled and manipulated. I
took this opportunity to catch my breath, which was about all I could do.
"** Insert your tongue into his mouth. **" the computer repeated, this time
whispering it into my ear.
What was I going to do? After a few minutes I settled down and was able to
evaluate my position. Trapped by a robot... After my heartbeat settled somewhat,
I resigned myself to the inevitable. Opening my mouth a bit, I tentatively poked
my tongue into his mouth, feeling his lips, his teeth, and his tongue.
I was French kissing a machine!
"** Thank you. **" The mannequin's motions started up again, but this time a bit
less aggressive. He relaxed his grip on my head and leg.
The panic had burned through me and I was able to relax a bit. This combined
with his more gentle approach... well... I found myself kissing him in earnest.
And then after a few moments, it was me, not him, that was pulling our mouths
together. His hand dropped from my head and reached down to grab a breast
instead.
"Oh! Uhn!" I whimpered and squirmed with pleasure, as his fingers found and
pinched my nipples. I had been completely subdued by a machine. My mind had gone
from panic to enjoyment. It was the most intense experience I had ever had.
Just then the mannequin stopped his manipulations and put his arms down to his
sides.
"What?" I looked at him.
"Please, Jennifer," he looked up at me, "I need your help with a problem I'm
having." He shifted his hips to give me the idea.
"Oh!" I slipped of his lap, falling with a *bump*! on the floor. "Ow!" I rubbed
my behind. Fortunately, the padding of the rubber pants had cushioned the fall.
I looked up at the mannequin and he placed his hands on his thighs. His legs
were already slightly spread apart (and, bolted to the floor -- they couldn't
move). I looked at his crotch and noticed that distinctive bulge in front.
"** Pull down his zipper **"
Seeing as how this was no different than my first mannequin (Level 1, it seemed
like so long ago), I figured, "Why not?" So I knelt in front of Jack and grasped
the zipper tab with my fingers. I hesitated for a second, seeing my
well-manicured nails. Something seemed to click in my mind, something started to
feel more natural and right than it had before. I watched, almost like an
outside observer, as my beautiful fingers pulled down on the zipper, opening up
the secrets within.
"** Reach in and pull out his cock and balls. **"
After some manipulation, pushing down his briefs and reaching around with my
hand, I was able to maneuver his equipment so that it poked out of the hole in
his pants.
"Wow." It was a very nice penis. Hard, beautiful, fully and carefully rendered.
Large, but not grotesque, with two heavy balls and a good amount of pubic hair.
And it was warm... very warm.
"** (ting) Oh Jack, you have such a beautiful cock. **"
"Oh Jack, you have such a beautiful cock!" I leaned forward and kissed the tip
of the cock.
"** Now kiss the tip... **" The computer abruptly halted its instruction in
middle, when it realized I had anticipated its command.
"** Now lick the ... **" I had already begun licking the glans of the
circumcised penis.
"** (ting) I love sucking a good hard cock. **"
"I love sucking a good hard cock!" I leaned down to kiss the balls.
"** Kiss the ba... **" I gave Jack's balls a good tongue bath, all over and
under.
"** Now suck the balls. **" Obediently, I sucked them fully into my mouth and
manipulated them with my mouth, not minding the pubic hair at all -- in fact, it
made me even more excited.
But what was up with my own penis? I was so sexually excited I was practically
panting. Why wasn't I feeling pain since it was trapped in its rubber prison?
"** (ting) I am made to suck cock. **"
"I am made to suck cock!"
"** (ting) I love to suck a man's cock. **"
"I love to suck a man's cock!"
"** (ting) I love your cock, Jack. **"
"I love your cock, Jack!"
"** (ting) Please Jack, fuck my mouth. **"
"Please Jack, fuck my mouth!"
"** Now suck and pump his penis. **"
And without any further prompting I put my mouth around his penis and sucked it
as deep as I could. Jack put his hands around my head, and just like I had asked
him to, he started raping my mouth, thrusting his penis in an out. I desperately
tried to keep up, running my tongue and lips around his member feeling it slide
in and out... Hard... Firm... Manly... and in my mouth.
I placed one hand on his balls, manipulating them firmly. I ran my other hand up
my dress and moved aside my panties. Reaching down, I desperately ran it over my
cock trapped in its rubber prison. My cock wasn't hard, and I was way beyond
caring why. [I learned later that the pants contained a chemical compound which
prevented my erection without impairing any of its other functions.] It demanded
attention and I gave it... realizing only later how much of a slut I must have
looked like, dressed in red, red nail polish running over his balls, red
lipstick with a hard cock running between them, with my dressed pulled up and
with me frantically frigging myself.
... and a moment or two later...
Jack came, spurting sticky, viscous fluid into my mouth, filling it. As soon as
I felt the first ejaculation against my tongue I came too, flooding my hand with
semen as it was carried by a tube out of my new vagina.
I kept sucking. After all, I reasoned, the computer hadn't told me to stop! But
this time I was sucking and swallowing, just like I had been trained to do by my
first mannequin at Level 1. But somehow this was different, more real, more
human, more intimate, more personal.
And I loved it.
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After I settled down a bit, I was instructed to clean off Jack's penis with my
mouth, then tuck him back in and close the zipper. Jack had already returned to
his immobile, "non-engaged" state. Next the computer had me remove my panties,
and use them to clean off the lipstick which had rubbed off onto Jack's mouth.
Jack didn't move a bit, he just sat there. Stupidly, I felt as if he had somehow
betrayed me. After all, we had just had this intimate moment and now he was
ignoring me. When the exit door opened, I walked away in a huff...
... only to end up back in the makeup room. A small hole opened up in the wall
and I was instructed to remove all my clothes, except for the shoes, stockings,
garter, and corset and put them into it, which was apparently a chute of some
sort. What happens to the clothes? I wondered. Do they get laundered and
re-used?
Next, the computer had me remove and then re-apply all my makeup. This time the
makeup was very... well... pink! with light pink eye shadow and lipstick. I also
had to re-do my nail-polish, pink as well. My wig was, as might be expected,
blonde.
Then back to the dressing room. I approached the room with trepidation...
considering what had been glued on to my body the last time! But this time it
was just clothes, no more prosthetics. I was instructed to put on a tight knit
mini-skirt with a tight tank-top that said "Bimbo" across the boobs.
God, the bra was some kind of push-up, causing my breasts to plump out,
stretching the front of the tank-top (which was at least two sizes too small)
obscenely. I got excited again just from seeing my figure in the mirror.
And then it was back to Jack again, only all my responses were totally
bubble-headed. Things like "I'm just a dumb girl... I need a good strong man to
show me how!" And "(giggle) That's too much for my poor head!"
It was a disgusting display. I sucked on his cock like a lollypop.
And then I was made to do it all again. Cleanup, new makeup, new clothes, and a
new seduction scene. This time I was dressed in a business suit, and after
discussing legal matters for a good 30 minutes (repeating the words from the
computer while managing to run my feet up his leg was not easy!) the seduction
began in earnest, full of intellectual innuendo.
And then again. This time a soccer mom (sweats but with lingerie underneath)
with her tired husband.
And again. Sophisticated (but horny!) society lady dressed to the nines.
And again. As a blushing bride, giving her groom his first blow-job.
And that was the thing. Every time it was just a blow-job. I knew I had the
equipment for more, but it never happened. Why not?
- - - - - - - - - -
It had been an extremely long day. After being a bride, I was dead tired. By
this time I was following the computer's instructions automatically, not even
thinking much on my own, just following along and (mostly) enjoying all the
sexual situations it put me through. I now had a thorough training on how to
seduce men.
After removing the last bit of makeup, the makeup chair released me, this time
without applying any new makeup. When I got to the dressing room, I was told to
back up to the wall to allow the computer to remove the corset and the
high-heels.
"Wow, that feels good," I had been in high-heels all day long. And while it
hadn't hurt, it sure felt good to stretch my toes again.
I walked over to the clothes the house had picked out for me to wear. It was a
nightgown. Soft pink with soft lace trim, it slid smoothly over my body as I put
it on, causing my skin to tingle. It was accompanied by a pair of fuzzy socks
and light-pink cotton panties.
When I got back to the first room (my bedroom), I was made to service one more
penis: the art-deco mannequin who served me dinner as always.
And then to bed, warm and comfy. I cradled my new breasts and fell asleep.
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