Robo-Pet
by Robotdoll
(robotdoll@banet.net)
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They couldn't afford to pay much, but the photography staff of Top Floor
magazine had a couple of interesting ways to make sure the models in
their pictorials gave off that happy attitude people like when looking
at pictures of naked women. They would come up with a long list of
ideas for scenes and posted them on index cards on a bulletin board in
the front hall. The girls would find one that interest them, take down
the card and sign it, a few days later they'd set up the shoot.
It worked pretty well. The girls made money, the magazine was amassing
a small reputation for its inventive photos, and the photographers
sometimes got a chance to do some experimental stuff that occasionally
gave the rag a semblance of art.
Usually they all paid the same, with a few exceptions-scenes with
animals paid an extra 50 bucks, underwater scenes an extra twenty. They
were offering an extra hundred for a girl to pose with a shark, but
strangely, nobody went for it.
Some of the smarter (and hungrier) girls would get to the office first thing
in the morning to snap up the bonus shoots, leaving the more regular
stuff for the late birds. Candee Golde (formerly Ernestine Plock, of
the Chicago Plocks) was delayed on the subway and by the time she got
there, all that was left was "Girl eating Black Cherry Jell-O" (This one
appeared every month like clockwork, but this guy never seemed to
remember to load his camera), "Nude series in heavy traffic on Fifth
Ave."(sounded interesting, but she was allergic to bus fumes) and "Two
Indian girls on bed of nails"
She was about to leave when a guy came in and posted a few new cards.
Maybe she was in luck; she checked them out when he walked away.
Nothing too big a deal, one posing with assorted props, one re-enacting
scenes from classic horror movies (that sounded interesting, she
thought), but one in particular drew her attention. The card simply
read, "Robot woman."
Candee looked around nervously, as if someone had just casually revealed
her deepest secret in a crowded room, and she wanted to see if anyone
heard. She grabbed the card. She was about to sign it when she saw the
man come out of the cashier's office and walk to the door.
"Um.." she started, holding the card. He stopped and looked at her.
She didn't recognize him, but that was no surprise, they had a lot more
photographers than they did models. "Did you just put this up?"
The man smiled as he saw which card she had picked. "Yes, I did. Are
you interested?"
"Yeah, it, uh, sounds interesting." She tried to keep her cool.
"Y'know, a change from the threesomes and sloppy crap they're always
looking to do."
"I thought so, too. Aren't you supposed to sign the card or something?"
"Oh, yeah. I'll, just..."
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter, does it? I'll tell scheduling about
it. How does...Friday sound?"
"Sure, great. See you then."
"Great. Here's my address, see you there." He gave Candee a card and
took the index card back. She left the office, and he returned to the
bulletin board. He took the other cards off the board and threw them
into the wastebasket. He yelled into one office that he had set up a
shoot for Friday, and he'd drop by next week with the pictures. An
unseen voice grunted understanding, and he left the office.
She'd been thinking about this shoot for days. It was one of those
chance happenings, really; she'd always had a sort of...interest about
people acting like robots, and then this guy wants to do a shoot about
it. It's like when you like a certain food, and this restaurant opens
that specializes in it, and you try to keep yourself from going there
every night. She decided this would just be another job, and if it was
fun, well, so much the better.
Candee showed up Friday at the address on the card. The fact that the
guy had a real studio was a good sign; most of their photographers were
these struggling types that didn't know what the hell they were doing.
It was in the warehouse district, where a bunch of young stockbroker
types had bought a bunch of cold drafty factories and made them into
cold drafty condos. She found the building and walked up to the loft.
The door was open, so she walked in to find...an airplane hangar. Well,
no, not really, but the place was HUGE. Almost all ceiling and air,
with lights and stuff hanging by ropes. He was either paying a lot or
almost nothing, she decided.
"Oh, hi...Candee, right?" the photographer walked around a corner.
"You're just in time, I was just finishing up my last job." He walked
over and shook her hand. "I never introduced myself, I'm Michael."
"Hi." she replied absently, still looking around. The guy was a bit of
a collector as well, there was a few bookshelves, some glass cases of
old bottles, and..."a stuffed alligator?"
"Yeah, that's Herman. He came with the place, don't ask me why." He
walked into the studio, giving the impression that she should follow, so
she did. "I kept thinking I'd use him in a pictorial, but I never get
around to it."
She followed him to a pair of canvas chairs, where they sat. "So, it's
the robot series we're doing, right" he asked. He handed her all the
usual paperwork, the release, age affidavit.
"Yeah. Um, exactly what did you have in mind?" She started signing the
paperwork without reading them.
"I'm not really sure. I just come up with the idea, and the costume,
and we just free associate from there. Is it warm enough in here for
you?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess so."
"Great, would you strip down, please?" He took the forms back, looking
them over quickly.
He was so calm about it, she barely noticed he'd asked. That seemed to
relax her; no danger of him just being a pervert with a tone like
that. Hell, she thought, I'm more excited than he is. She slipped off
her shoes and pulled down her jeans. The loft was a comfortable
temperature, maybe a little cool, she thought, as the air stroked her
bare legs. Her shirt came off next, her breasts bouncing a little as
the shirt dragged up past them. She was wearing a matching bra and
panty set that got no response from her audience of one, so she doffed
them as well. She stood naked in the room before Michael. He smiled,
and gave a little vogue pose for him.
"Oh, very nice." he said. "I don't think we want to put much of a
costume on that." He walked around her, critiquing her with his eyes.
"Have you got anything against paint?"
"Body paint?" She was surprised. They usually didn't do anything that
arty for the magazine. "No, never done it, but I guess that's okay."
"Good, come on."
They walked to a small area covered in tarp and splashes of color. The
scent of paint was in the air. Michael picked up a spray can and
started shaking it. "Okay, hands up, legs open."
She did so, and he pointed the can. A silver cone of paint flew at her
legs, and it felt cold against her skin. Goose pimples rose on contact,
only half from the temperature. She looked down, and saw her leg was
already half covered in silver. She lifted her leg and pointed her
foot, helping to get an even coat. She switched legs, then turned to
expose her bottom to the spray.
Michael applied the paint expertly, moving the can to keep it from
dripping or puddling. Up the model's body the color of flesh
surrendered to silver. Soon everything from the neck down was smooth
and metallic. "Great" he said. "Take a look."
She turned to look in a nearby mirror. The site was quite a shock. Her
body had become a smooth silver. Her nipples tightened at the site,
only making her look sexier. She moved her arms to look at them as
well.
"Don't lower your arms just yet," he cautioned, "the paint still needs
to dry a little. Come over here." He walked to the photo stage, and
she followed, hands in the air like a hostage. He motioned to a spot of
tape on the ground, and she toed the mark. He pulled out a camera and
shot a few nonchalant frames.
"I want to see if I get any glare. Do you mind?" Candee didn't, so he
continued. She couldn't do too much with her hands in the air, but she
managed a few twists and turns, showing off her curves to the light.
"Okay, great, it should be dry by now." he said, and she lowered her
arms with an exaggerated sigh. "Sit down, we'll do the detailing."
She found a high director's chair, and sat in it carefully, not sure it
the paint would smudge. Michael came over with an airbrush and a series
of stencils. He placed them against parts of her body, and in a trice
her legs, arms and stomach were crisscrossed with circuitry. She had
buttons and dials in a little panel on her stomach. Most were unmarked,
but two in the corners were clearly marked "ON" and "OFF" She laughed
at the sight, and playfully pressed the "ON" button.
"Hey, nothing happened." she complained comically.
"Well, we're not done yet, are we?" He winked and leaned into a
drawer. They laughed at the joke, and he pulled out a couple of props.
One was a silver wig, the other was some sort of metal hat, with wires
trailing from it.
"You like?" he said, holding them out for her to see.
"Wow, you've really put some thought into this."
"Well, a little, yes. I thought it might turn some people on."
You have no idea, she thought, shivered silently.
He laid the items on a table and pickled up a brush. He brushed out
Candee's hair, then folded and pinned it up against her scalp. He
sprayed it liberally with hairspray, locking it in place. Once it set,
he took the pins out and slipped on the wig. Next came the hat-he
placed it on at a jolly angle, fixing it in place with a few hatpins.
He snaked the wires into the wig, and a few he attached to her forehead
and temples with small silver electrode patches.
"Okay, all ready." He brought in a mirror. She barely recognized
herself. The silver skin, the hair, the way the cap looked like it grew
right out of her head...it was incredibly arousing. She sat in
amazement at thee sight of herself, until Michael tapped her shoulder.
"Candee? Let's go."
"Oh, okay, sorry." It was hard to pull away from the mirror, but she
did, and they walked back to the photo stage. She toed the mark again,
and looked at Michael.
"Let's just do some simple poses, and see what happens. Just do what
pops into your head." He brought up the camera and waited. She tried a
simple pose. Hand on the knee, knee pointed towards the camera, lean
in, look directly at the reader...
FLASSHHH
Wow! Those strobes were bright. She had red spots before her eyes, and
tried to blink them away. Ever the professional, she moved on. She
stood up, faced the camera, lifted her hands in an "Oh, my!" pose...
FLASSHHH
The spots didn't seem as bad that time. "Doing great, Candee, do
something with the arms." She lifted one arm up, dropped the other to
her hip, did a vogue...
FLASSHHH
Her face went a little blank for a moment after the flash, but she never
noticed it. She flowed into another pose, turning her silver bottom
toward the camera, twisting her head around.
FLASSHHH
Going blank again, she was really getting into it now...
FLASSHHH
She took another pose, her face still blank.
FLASSHHH
I am a robot, she thought to herself. No she didn't she realized, that
just...where did that come from?
FLASSHHH
I am programmed for pleasure Huh? She posed and puzzled.
FLASSHHH
"Position 5, Candee."
What's position 5? she wondered. But before she knew it she was bending
over, her arms bent like a Barbie doll, looking blankly into the camera.
FLASSHHH
"Position 13"
The reactions came easier now. She flowed stiffly into another pose,
more erotic than the first.
FLASSHHH "Position 22" FLASSHHH "45" FLASSHHH
"55"FLASSHHHFLASSHHHFLASSHHH
After an hour, Candee was almost gone.
"Position 1" said Michael. She stood stiffly at attention, breasts
high, shoulders back, eyes glazed and unfocused. "Well, Candee, you are
a fine subject. Shall I explain what has happened?"
Candee's voice was a flat monotone. "Yes, Master."
Well, the cap you're wearing is designed to implant suggestions in your
subconscious. The flash strobe is to surprise you, get your guard down
for the first suggestions to go through. Saves all the trouble of
hypnosis.
Candee did not understand any of this anymore. She stood while her
master explained all the electronics. Deep inside, Candee was afraid at
what was happening, while at the same time...aroused.
Michael hefted up a small video camera and switched it on. "Recite."
Candee spoke as if well practiced. "I am pleasure robot 1622-female. I
am designed to serve my master in all ways. How may I serve you?"
Michael kept the camera up. "Self-demo."
"Yes Master." The robot's arms ratcheted into action. She spread her
legs, slipped a silver finger into her now wet slit, and began pumping
at herself smoothly, like a pendulum. She squeezed at her full nipple
with her other hand, running it between her fingers. Her eyes and face
remained as blank as when she stood still.
"Pleasure"
A rush filled the robot, and she moaned suddenly, as if she had just
noticed someone was fondling her. The motion grew more intense; she
slowly dropped into a crouch, her knees bending, her fingers driving
deeper into herself.
"Freeze"
She stopped as if a switch had been thrown. Her face still in the midst
of a moan, Candee was frozen in her moment of pleasure. Michael walked
slowly around her, filming her statuesque body from all angles.
Satisfied, he commanded her again. "Position 1" and she rose to
attention, her pleasure forgotten.
Michael reached for a remote control. Turning away from the robot
woman before him, he pointed the camera and the remote at a small closet
off to the side. A tap of the remote, and the door slid open, revealing
a silver man. He was a fine specimen, well sculpted, little to no fat.
He had no body hair at all, and was covered in silver and circuitry just
like Candee. He too sported a metal cap on his head, similarly connected
by wires to his scalp and temples. He stood at attention, eyes closed.
Michael tapped at the remote control, and the eyes opened-they were
silver as well, like two pinballs.
"Come here and meet your partner." The robot walked stiff-legged from
the closet over to where Candee stood. He stopped next to her and
turned so they both stood facing Michael. He pressed at the remote
again, and new commands began flowing from their metal headsets into
their brains. In unison, their eyes began blinking, in response to each
new command and instruction being fed into them. Soon the process was
finished.
"Speak." Michael said to the pair. He set the camera on a tripod and
turned it on. He activated several others with the remote, to capture
all angles.
The man spoke first. "I am robot male 3321. I am programmed for sexual
performance and obedience."
Candee replied "I am robot female 1622. I am programmed for sexual
performance and obedience."
Michael decided to get the show started. "Robot male-arousal."
"Yes master." The robot's member, previously flaccid and tastefully
arranged between his legs, began to swell rapidly. It thickened and
rose, faint veins barely visible beneath the silver coating. It grew
erect in moments, smooth and silver.
"Robot female-arousal"
"Yes master" Candee's nipples tightened, her breath grew short, and she
rocked her hips just a touch, lubrication inside her sex flowing into
her. Soon the pair were quite ready for their performance.
"Robot female-kneel and fellatio."
"Yes master." She turned toward her partner and knelt before him. Eyes
blank, she stared at his penis, now fully erect. She opened her mouth
wide and took him in. The silver coating on his meat was smooth and
rubbery, like a condom, and tasted like the sensation you get when you
bite tinfoil. Candee did not notice this; she had not been told to.
She sucked mindlessly at the member, eyes staring at his child-smooth
pubic. The male was equally unmoved-he stood like a mannequin, silver
eyes looking sightlessly ahead.
Michael enjoyed watching his subjects perform for a few moments, then
gave them new commands. "Female-position 77. Male-position 32,
fellatio."
"Yes master" the pair said in unison, and maneuvered into their
commanded spots. Their movements were more mechanical as
well-ratcheting into a position joint by joint, moving in a series of
jerky stops and starts. Soon Candee was on all fours, head up facing
forward. Her knees were wide apart, her hips low to the ground. The
male was behind her on his back, face buried in her silver muff.
Completing the command, the male slid his tongue into her pussy and
licked at her lips and clitoris. Save for the buried tongue, they were
a still life, an erotic piece of metalwork.
"Robot female-pleasure."
Candee suddenly felt what was going on and responded explosively.
Better than a $10 a minute phone sex girl, she began to moan and writhe,
pumping her hips upon her partner, her breasts jiggling seductively
beneath her.
Michael took a camera and began taking still shots of the pair as he
commanded them. The male robot's faces was slick with saliva and
vaginal juices. Candee was enjoying herself to no end, it appeared.
"Female-pleasure off." She stopped mid-moan and her face went blank
again. The sight of her shutting off like that was thrilling, so
Michael repeated it a few times, filling her with pleasure and then
turning it off in an instant.
"Robots, position 69"
The pair acknowledged the command and ratcheted towards each other's
hips. They began licking and sucking obediently. Michael got in close,
the automatons oblivious to his presence. Confident he had enough
footage, he went on to the next act.
"Robots, position 2, male superior"
"Yes master." Candee rolled onto her back, legs open. Her silver
coating had spread well, so her labia were the same metallic color,
glistening with arousal. The male rose above her and slid into her
pussy smoothly. The rose and fell against each other like two gears in
a fine clock, in perfect precision and grace. They stared blankly into
each other's eyes, silent.
Michael filmed them as they performed flawlessly. Their metal hips
joined and parted. Michael nudged the male's legs apart so he could see
more clearly. He was quite aroused himself, and his erection strained
against his pants. He commanded them again: "speak."
In unison, they began their mantra. "I am a sex robot. I am programmed
to serve my master or mistress. I am designed to pleasure my
partner." They repeated their sales pitch over and over, never breaking
their coital stride.
"Pleasure"
They both began panting and moaning as the sensations hit their brains
like twin hammer blows. The rhythm broke and they began to thrust more
naturally, murmurs and stray syllables escaping from trembling lips.
Michael couldn't wait any longer. "Orgasm."
The pair locked hips and all but froze. But not the mindless immobility
of before-they trembled in their climax, mouths open but no sound
emerging. Their hips pulsed spastically, unable to think of anything
but the pleasure. Soon they began to soften and relax, spent.
"Pleasure off."
The post-pleasure glow wiped away, and their faces fell flat again. She
looked up, he looked ahead, still deep within her. It was a lovely
site, and Michael shot some more photos of the tableau.
"Position 1."
They uncoupled and stood obediently. Michael carefully removed the caps
from their heads. He popped the silver contacts from the man's eyes
revealing regular pale blue irises, and peeled the skinhead cap from
atop his blonde hair. He removed Candee's wig as well, and looked at
the pair. Their commands still in their heads, they continued to stand
mindlessly, awaiting further commands.
"You have performed well. Clean yourselves and dress."
"Yes master." The pair turned on their heels and marched off to the
restroom and showered off the paint. They showered right next to each
other, each oblivious to the other as the chemical spray dissolved their
metallic coating. Outside, Michael got a few things done on the
computer. He emailed his client that his footage was finished; he could
expect delivery in a week after editing. He transferred payment for the
session to both models' bank accounts. No fair not paying them-he did
have some scruples. Finally he called the magazine and told them the
shoot went quite well, and if they had any other special requests, to
let him know. No, sorry, can't say who the models are, just put them
down as "male and female". By the time he was done, the couple was
standing waiting for him. Dressed again, they looked as if nothing had
happened to them today. Michael made sure they thought so as well.
"Listen carefully. You will remember nothing of this photo shoot. You
will not remember meeting. Your shoots today were normal nude layouts.
You will go home and awaken as if nothing has happened. Do you
understand?"
"Yes master." He commanded them to leave, and they did so. Michael
looked at his schedule for the next few weeks. Baby, feminization,
mummification...now that he knew the system worked, he could finally
fill all these orders without having to wait for the "right" models.
He'd just make them right.
-Epilogue-
Nothing on the board today, thought Candee. Well, at least there was
still a few bucks left from the last shoot. It was a shame the photos
never came out, but nice of the guy to pay her anyway. "After all, you
didn't process the film, the lab did."
One of the interns came out and dropped a bale of the latest issue on
the table by the bulletin board. Candee grabbed a copy, and was grabbed
by the cover. It was a woman in silver paint, done up like a robot.
The site made her blush, and she folded up the magazine quickly and
dropped it in her bag. She didn't recognize the model, but envied her
terribly. The image haunted her, and she couldn't stop herself. She
ducked into the restroom, hid in a stall, opened the magazine, and
looked at the pictorial, brought herself to the best self-inflicted
orgasm she'd had in years. relieved and shaking, she composed herself
and exited.
There was a tallish young man at the board, looking through the same
issue. He was so engrossed he didn't notice his pants were bulging
obviously. She walked over and looked-he was looking at the same spread.
She couldn't resist.
"They do look good, don't they?"
He got a pinched nerve snapping his head around. He dropped the
magazine as he grabbed his neck, his pup tent collapsing as he laughed
at his predicament.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"No, my fault, I forgot where I was." he rubbed his neck and looked at
her. He had the lightest blue eyes, and his blonde hair was cut short.
He looked...familiar. She must have seen him around the office, she
decided.
"Well, I can understand that, that's a hell of a pictorial." His eye
glimmered as she mentioned it. Candee noticed it. "Um, can I get you a
coffee or something...to make it up to you?"
He looked at her and caught a similar glimmer. "Sure. I'm Adam." He
stuck out his hand.
She took it and shook it. "Candee. So, have you been doing this long?"
They left together. "Not at all. I did my first shoot last week, but
it didn't work out, the guy forgot to load the camera..."
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