The Truth - Chapter 22

Tracy was suddenly in her bedroom, still immobile. She was immensely curious why she was alone. Without warning, she was able to move again. A slim silver key with a wide head was in her hand. She looked around and saw no purpose for the key so she left the bedroom.

In the living room, Irina was standing against the far wall, naked. Her arms hung stiffly by her sides, hands flat, and her head was hanging down, chin almost to her chest. As Tracy approached she could see that Irina's eyes were closed and there was something unusual about her belly button. Getting closer she could see a thin metal opening in place of her belly button. The key would fit in the hole.

“What did you do, Irina?” Tracy waved her hands near Irina's face to no effect. Touching her, she found Irina's body to be hard but not as hard as the mannequin bodies were. Shaking Irina's shoulders proved difficult. She placed the key into the hole and heard an audible click as it settled in place. She gave the key a half turn.

Irina's body stiffened. Her head snapped up, her eyes opened wide. As Tracy let go of the key, her eyes became less wide. Stiffly she turned her head and looked at Tracy. “Thank You For Turn Ing Me On, Trace. Oh, I Sound Fun Ee.” She reach up to touch Tracy, her movements having an exaggerated stiffness.

Tracy was watching the key slowly turn. “When did you ask for this?” She took one of Irina's arms in hand and caressed it.

“I Called Ear Li Er To Day.” She leaned forward to kiss Tracy.

“Are you designed like the fantasy windup doll you always talked about?”

“I Gues-s-s Sssoo,” Irina's eyes widened as she felt herself slowing down. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stopped moving, attempting to embrace Tracy.

Tracy laughed and ducked under Irina's arms. “May as well test it out. You should fall asleep in five minutes if I don't wind you first. So let's see if that works.”

Irina heard Tracy's idea and would have pouted if she could move. After a moment or two it became hard to think and she drifted off to sleep.

The next thing she knew a jolt of energy was vibrating throughout her entire body. With each winding of the key she became more and more alert. She had no idea how many times the key was turned. When she could move, Tracy was already sitting on sofa fingering herself.

“Come over here and pleasure me, my doll,” Tracy yearned.

Irina felt her body lurch forward with undeniable purpose. “Must O Bey,” she heard herself say out loud. She had forgotten that part of the wind up doll fantasy involved obeying her master.

“You seem to have forgotten that part,” Tracy said. “I won't make you do anything you don't want to do.”

It took Irina a moment or two to kneel down in front of Tracy and get her arms situated

* * *

The doorbell rang. It was almost nine at night. Who could be ringing the bell at this hour? Jerry wondered. He tied the front of his bathrobe and went to the door. A delivery person was standing there with a huge package. He opened the door a crack, “Yes?”

“Special delivery. Sorry about the late hour but I have to finish my special deliveries before I can go back to the warehouse.”

“What is it?”

“I don't really know, sir. I'm just the guy delivering it. The invoice says “Science and Robotic Corporation.” Could you open the door?”

Jerry closed the door and slid the latch and opened the door wide.

The delivery man had the box on a dolly and was pushing it into Jerry's house as soon as the door opened. Jerry stepped back as the guy wheeled it past him and asked, “Is here good?”

“I suppose so.”

The delivery man pulled the dolly free from underneath the package. “Once again, I'm sorry about the lateness of the hour. Could you sign here?” The delivery man shoved a clipboard and a pen at Jerry.

He signed without looking, his eyes drawn to the six-foot tall package.

“Good night, Mr. Lyons.” The delivery man said, pulling the door closed behind him.

Jerry retrieved a cutting knife from his tool chest and cut the box open. Inside was another box emblazoned everywhere with the company name and logo for Science and Robotic Corporation as well as the contents of the package: The RoboPleas3000-Fem Model android. The box was opaque except for a clear plastic window where the robot's face could be seen, eyes closed. The face was familiar but he could not place it.

This had to be a mistake, Jerry thought. He searched around in the packaging for an invoice and found a letter from a vice president of marketing. Apparently he had won a drawing at a sci fi convention he had recently attended, sponsored by Science and Robotic Corporation. The prize he had pre-selected was the multipurpose pleasure robot. And here it was.

A long scissor line indicated where he should cut the outer box open so he did. Inside was a hardshell case and the warning to lay the unit down before opening the packing shell. Maneuvering the packed robot to the ground was only slightly difficult. The shell had latches all around it. He opened them and lifted the shell off. Inside the shell was dense foam padding holding a beautiful, seemingly sleeping woman in place. Her hair was chestnut in color and her face and hands were the shade of a Caucasian woman. Her fingers were unnaturally smooth and lacked fingerprints. She appeared to be wearing a formfitting blue jumpsuit with black boots. He touched the robot and it was soft but firm. The skin felt like human flesh, just a little cool to the touch. On the robot's torso was taped a “start here” brochure. It showed how to plug the robot in. It needed several hours of charging before use as well as twenty minutes to perform various self-diagnostics.

Under the brochure was an open compartment with an electrical cable attached to a receptacle inside the robot. The cord was coiled within the robot's stomach. The brochure said it could be plugged into any standard North American electrical outlet. He ran the cable to an outlet nearby and plugged it in.

The eyelids of the robot flicked opened, a bright green light glowed from them. After a moment the light flashed off and on a few times. When it was off, the eyes looked like human eyes. Then the light remained steady for a few seconds before the robot spoke. The glow from the eyes flashed for each syllable it spoke. “Unit S&R-A, Model RoboPleas3000-Fem, Serial Number 873HD83L 11 stroke 5 activated. Performing Initial System Diagnostics and Self-Checks. Please stand by. If eye lights turn red or off for more than five minutes, disconnect power from this unit. Diagnostics Commencing.”  The voice was flat but otherwise completely human sounding.

The eye lights switched between yellow, green and off, never red, for the next 20 minutes.

Jerry sat down in the next room and started thumbing through the thick owner's manual. In the twenty minutes it took for the robot to run its initialization routines, he read about various features of the robot. It was not just a sex toy, he discovered. It was a fully functional servant and could even cook or drive a car. The company took pride that their robots were not just sex machines. Jerry was not sure if he liked the idea of putting his body parts into a machine, let alone having that machine prepare a meal for him.

From the next room, the robot announced, “Initial diagnostics complete. All systems fully functional. Awaiting initiation instructions. Please designate this unit's owner now.”

Jerry returned to the foyer stating. “I am the owner. Jerry Lyons.”

The robot's eyes stopped glowing for a moment and the head turned and its very human looking eyes looked directly at Jerry. “Owner designated Jerry Lyons. Confirmed. How should Unit S&R-A refer to its owner?”

“Call me Jerry.”

“Confirmed, Jerry. What will this Unit's name be? Suggested name is Sandra.”

Jerry was amused by the robot's name. It did vaguely resemble his former employee but no one would think it was her so he said, “That's fine.”

“Designation: Sandra confirmed,” replied the robot Sandra. “Is this Sandra's default recharging location?”

“No, I have not decided where that should be yet.” Jerry replied.

“Default recharging location remains pending,” With each setting, the robot's eyes blinked. After confirming that the current address was considered home and that there were no other humans to be given complete control of the robot. Sandra stated, “This unit must fully charge the first time it is activated before regular use to ensure maximum battery life. Charge time required is 12 hours 15 minutes. This unit will shut down until charge is complete. Are there any other orders you wish to give before shutdown?”

“Just remain deactivated until I unplug you,” he said pointing.

“Acknowledged. Shutting down.” The unit's eyes closed and then flashed yellow once every few seconds. According to the manual this was to inform you that the unit was not done charging.

He did not like the idea of a robot in his house alone so he placed a call to his boss' work phone as well as his assistant's work phone informing them he had some errands to run and would work from home tomorrow. He took the owner's manual to his bedroom and continued reading about his robot before going to sleep.

* * *

Sarah moved over to the desk and found a note addressed to her reading, “If you are curious, Sarah, turn on the TV.” Inwardly cursing her own predictability, she got up and sat down on the sofa, not far from the immobilized Debra and Genny.

As the TV came on, an image of an unknown hallway could be seen. Sandra, still a mannequin, stood in the foreground. To the side of her Jon could be heard casting a few spells. “I dressed as a delivery person with clipboard I. Sandra flesh Sandra.”

“Where are we?” Sandra asked. “You know, I’m not supposed to be naked outside your apartment. What if someone sees me?”

“Calm down, you won’t be so exposed for long. Do you know where we are?” He asked.

Looking around she replied, “No idea.”

“This is the apartment of Jerry Lyons, a man you recently decided needed frequent blowjobs.” He held his hand up, telling her not to explain anything. “Since you botched that up so badly and were untrustworthy involving my pen in the first place, I’ve decided to grant you one of your desires. You get to be a sex robot for Jerry.”

“What?” Sandra exclaimed. “You’re turning me into a sex toy for my former boss. I quit my job to spend time with you.”

“And as a member of my harem, you can and must have sex with whomever I say, whenever I say so. Well, this is how I’m saying so. Now just stand still and keep your voice down, I command it.”

Her body went stock still from the command. “How long will this last?” she whispered.

“At least a month, depends on how long it takes for me to miss you, I guess,” he taunted her smiling. “Any last words?”

“No, just do it. I should be excited about this.”

“Well, this is a full immersion transformation. You will believe you are a robot. But, first things first. Sandra look-alike Jerry Lyon’s ideal woman Sandra.”

Sandra’s hair turned chestnut in color and became a little longer. Her eyes turned green. She grew a few inches taller as well as a few inches thinner and her bust filled out some more. The shape of her face changed very little. She was now long and lean.

Observing via the TV, Sarah commented, “She does look nice.”

Mira laughed musically in Sarah’s mind, “You are turned on.” She somehow made a sound like inhaling deeply in Sarah’s mind. “Mind if I experiment?”

“Nothing too restrictive.”

“How’s this?” Sarah was suddenly covered from neck to toe and to her fingertips in skin tight, electric blue latex. The underwear she had been wearing now outside Mira. “You should take that underwear off.”

Sarah stood up and removed the underwear while admiring herself in the living room mirror. “I suppose you want me to finger myself through you.” She sat back down.

“Immensely,” Mira sighed. “What’s Jon saying?”

Jon looked Sandra over. “Very nice. I should leave you like that.”

“What do I look like?”

“A supermodel. Here goes: Spell Sandra becomes the S&R-A robot in its shipping shell Spell.”

In a blink, a cardboard box the size of Sandra was standing where she had been standing. A mover’s dolly was positioned beneath the box. Jon picks up the clipboard, finds a sheet that indicates the apartment he was at and pressed the doorbell button.

Mira’s voice interrupted, “You can push deeper, I won’t rip. Is he giving that girl away as a robot? I’m having trouble following the action.”

Fingering herself harder, Sarah replied, “Sandra has a fantasy for becoming a robot and Jon is fulfilling it. I’m not sure I see the punishment angle though. Shh, the door is opening.”

The door opened slightly, on a security chain, and Jerry asked, “Can I help you?”

Jon convinces Jerry he has a package that Jerry must sign for and Jerry opens the door to let him in.

Sarah finds herself near orgasm and finds it hard to pay close attention. She orgasms as Jerry is signing the confirmation of delivery. “Mira, turn into something sexy with an open crotch. Maybe we can get Jon to fuck both of us at once.”

Mira reformed into a fire-engine red, lace-topped, corset with matching garters, stocking, and open-crotched panties. Five-inch, Red patent leather pumps and a matching leather choker accessorize the outfit.

Sweat glistens off Sarah’s skin. “That was the fastest anyone has probably ever gotten out of a latex body suit after perspiring in it.” She reached up to touch the choker. “Oh, that’s so cool. The choker can’t be removed except by you being removed.”

“I don’t need clasps or zippers. The latex suit had no seams either.” Mira commented.

Shortly after Jerry closed the front door, Jon appeared in the room. “What’s he doing?”

“He went to get a box opener and is cutting the box open,” Sarah replied without turning to look at Jon. She stood up and turned to greet him. “That package looks awfully heavy.”

Jon was standing at the desk looking through the papers as he replied, “The dolly helped. If you look at how she’s packed, the shipping carton probably weighs as much as she does.” He looked at Sarah and continued, “But perhaps you were referring to another package.”

“I was,” Sarah answered looking at Jon’s crotch.

“You’re not planning to take that off, are you?”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” she replied turning around once. “No clasps, buttons, fasteners or zippers.” She lifted her foot onto the sofa cushion, reached down, and spread the opening in her panties. “Plenty of access though.”

“Nice shoes,” he stated. “Lean yourself face down over Debra.” As she complied he dropped his pants and willed himself to erection. He spread the fabric of her panties and pushed inside Sarah.

Sarah rubbed the top of her groin against the curve of Debra’s immobile hip while stroking the living mannequins’ breasts and arms.

Mira moaned in pleasure for only Sarah to hear. His pelvis against the panties, his thighs against the stockings, his arms holding on to the herring bone of the corset. Her fabric body being rubbed between Sarah and Debra’s bodies felt divine. She had been planning to flow over his skin before this started but she had no idea how incredible this would feel. Even as fabric, she could feel the power he commanded. She wanted to feel the cock inside her properly.

“He’s plugging Sandra in. Sarah mannequin Sarah. I’ll be right back.”