Rick Summer, Ace Detective

His eyes sprang open wide, searching the darkened room, and he observed a dark, shadowy figure, crouching down alongside the wall. His hand snaked out and touched the room's light sensor pad, and the ceiling glowed into life, revealing the startled, naked girl, squatting down beside a domestic power socket, her legs wide-spread. A slim, flexible power cable ran from the wall socket, ending in a miniature jack-plug, that appeared to be plugged into her body, between her thighs, somewhere on her perineum, just behind her sex.

She glanced over at him, an amused smile on her full red lips. She had carefully repaired her makeup from their earlier lovemaking, while he slept, he idly noted, as he ran his eyes over her, appreciatively.

"Sorry that I awoke you, Rick," she murmured. "I'm afraid you've just caught me recharging my batteries!" she continued, holding the plug firmly in place, as she spoke. There was no sign of embarrassment on her part.

"Jeez, you'd think it was an everyday occurrence?" Rick thought, and then chuckled to himself, as he realized that it probably was just that! He gave her a slightly embarrassed grin. "How often do you, ah, need to do that?" he asked, by way of conversation, sitting up in the bed.

Her brows creased. "Under average power consumption, I can go for maybe sixty hours between recharges," she replied, "but particularly energetic sex can shorten that period, considerably!" She gave him a knowing smile, gazing over at him from beneath lowered eyelashes. "I didn't expect to have to recharge them before tomorrow!"

"Oh, ah, yeah!" he replied, blushing a deep shade of red. He was impressed. Standard 'droid models needed recharging far more frequently than that, if he recalled correctly?

"Still, unlike similar, but inferior products, I can switch over into 'Standby Mode', whenever my services are not required," she added, with a supercilious smile. "It's a little like you humans, when you are in a deep coma!" she explained, seeing his puzzled expression. "My power consumption is then reduced to a mere trickle, with a consequently significant increase in the time between recharges."

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stared over at her magnificent, naked body. "Tell me, Jayne, can you replicate all the usual human bodily functions?" he asked.

She paused for thought, before replying. "The majority of them, but not all! I have fully functional hair follicles, for example, so I grow body hair, just like you humans, and I need to regularly trim my fingernails and toenails, which are programmed to gradually increase in length. I also have pores in my epidermal layer, so that I can perspire during exercise, or arousal, just like a real human!" Again, she gave him an amused smile, and he felt his cock twitch, and start to stiffen. Her eyes didn't fail to notice the effect she was having on him.

"Do you eat and drink, like us?" he asked, dragging his gaze back from her superb tits, and up to her face again.

"No! I can simulate both eating and drinking, if necessary, but since I have no digestive tract, or stomach, as such, then I cannot convert these products into useful energy!" she replied, with a shrug, that caused her shapely tits to sway, fetchingly. "Both my throat, and my anal passage, since I produce no waste bi-products from the eating process, can be used as supplementary sexual organs!"

"Then you never need to go for a piss, or a shit, huh?"

"No, although I can produce a urine substitute, as an aid to arousal or lubrication, during sexual intercourse, if required," she volunteered, "but I have no way of producing the equivalent of human feces!"

"Hmm?" he murmured, with a lecherous glint in his eyes. "Jayne, can you pause what you're doing, and come over here, please?"

"Certainly, Sir! Your wish is my command! I can finish recharging my batteries later!" She unplugged herself, arose and swayed, sexily, over to the bed.

"Please get down on your hands and knees, honey!" he murmured, stroking her smooth thigh.

She grinned, already anticipating what was to come, then got down onto her hands and knees, on the thick, plush carpet, raising her pretty ass, high into the air, and spreading her legs, in anticipation. "Ready when you are, Rick darling?" she murmured, gazing back at him, through her gently swaying udders, and wiggling her tight little derriere in his direction.

Rick had never fucked a female in the ass before, being unable to face the thought of shoving his dick into someone else's shit chute, but this was different. He spread apart her smooth half-moons, and gazed at the small, brown valve. "It's so tiny!" he thought. "Surely I can't get my cock into that?"

"It's amazing just what you can get into there, lover!" Jayne murmured, as if reading his mind.

"Ah well, here goes!" he muttered, placing his cock-head against the puckered entrance, and ramming his hips forward. There was a momentary firm resistance, and then with a distinct plopping sound, his knob stretched the ring of muscle to an unbelievable extent, and slipped inside her, before coming to a halt in her tightly contracting sheath.

"Yeeeooowww!" The girl screeched, trying to scoot away from him, but he gripped her hips tightly, preventing her escape. "Oh God, that hurts!" she half-sobbed, tears glistening in her big blue eyes.

"Sorry, I-I didn't realize you felt pain?" he said, his ears growing red with embarrassment.

"I probably have... a far more extensive nervous... and sensory system... than you humans!" the girl gasped. "I certainly feel... both pain... and pleasure, to a much... greater degree! You cannot expect one... without... the other, but it's... it's a small price to pay!"

"Tell me... if I'm hurting you... too much!" he panted, easing back a fraction, then ramming his hips forward once more, sinking in another two or three centimeters.

"Aaaauuugghh!" the girl cried, through tightly clenched teeth. "More, give me more! Oooooh! Aaaahhh" The breath rushed from her lungs, as he thrust into her, yet again. Then again, and again, and again!

Finally, he felt his taut, hairy balls pressing up against her asscheeks, and knew that all seventeen centimeters of his manhood, were tightly embedded into her asshole. "God, but she's tight!" he told himself, as he slowly started to rhythmically thrust in and out of her rear orifice. At first, it felt pretty uncomfortable, and he realized, belatedly, that the dryness must be very painful for her also!

Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness flowing around his penis, lubricating it, and making his pistoning motion both smoother and pain free. "That's impossible!" he exclaimed, as he started to thrust into her, faster and faster.

"For a human perhaps!" she gasped, triumphantly. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss! Fuck my ass, Rick? Fuck your little slut whore real good!"

"This bitch can talk real dirty!" he told himself. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." With a final, mighty thrust, semen started to spurt from the end of his pulsing shaft, filling her bowels, or whatever, with his hot, human cum.

"Ooooh yes, yesssss!" she gasped, her anal muscles spasming around his slick shaft, as she attained her own orgasm, grinding her buttocks back into his crotch, as he continued to pound into her, 'til his cock ran dry.

He collapsed across her sweat-streaked body, panting heavily, supremely contented, as his shrinking prick, slipped wetly from her orifice. "That was sooh, sooh good!" he finally managed to gasp.

"Mmmm!" she murmured, her breasts heaving, and eyes still tightly clenched, savoring the feel of his hot spunk, as it gradually leaked from her enlarged sphincter. Her only regret was that humans didn't seem to have the stamina of androids!

Chapter 5: Out Of The Frying Pan, & Into The Fire

"We're gonna send you in as one Mario Andretti, a quality control inspector at the BioRobotics plant," explained Doctor Sigmund, as he worked on fitting the Latex head-mask over Rick's face.

"This thing will never pass close scrutiny by the guy's fellow workers and friends!" Rick protested.

"Ah, that's the beauty of this whole operation, shamus! Once you're inside the joint, you can get rid of the mask, and become your usual obnoxious self! None of your co-workers will know you, and they'll just assume you're some guy brought in off another shift!"

"You've forgotten one teensy-weensy little thing, Einstein!" retorted Rick.

"Oh, yeah, what's that?"

"Yeah! A company as security conscious as BioRobotics, is bound to be carrying out routine ID microchip scans, on all people entering or leaving the manufacturing facility, and comparing them with N.P.M.A. Central Records!"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, in case you hadn't realized, there's no way you can change my ID chip, without blowing us both to kingdom-come!"

"We ain't gonna change your ID code, schmuck!"

"Well, how are you going to...?" A metaphoric bulb suddenly switched on in Rick's brain. "Of course," he gasped, as realization dawned, "you've changed the central computer records! How the hell did you manage to do that?"

"All their computer hardware is supplied by a sister company of 'Droids 'R' Us'," explained the doctor, with a smug smile. "If we can't hack their data banks, then nobody can!"

-oOo-

The BioRobotics Inc. manufacturing facility, was located on a rundown trading estate, at the Northern end of the Bay. It was surrounded by a high electric fence, with constant guard-dog patrols along the inner perimeter, and three security checks, before anyone actually got into the manufacturing area, which looked more like a hospital than a conventional assembly-line factory. "Obviously they ain't gone into mass-production yet?" mused Rick, re-reading the meager data supplied by Scrooge, under the dim interior light of the hovermobile.

He had set the Ford Galactica down, a couple of hundred meters from the main gates, in a narrow side street. Any closer, and the clanking and groaning would've alerted the facility security guards! He checked his appearance in the interior mirror. He looked a passable imitation of the real Andretti, providing the light wasn't too bright. He checked his watch. Five to ten! The night-shift was due to start at 10:00 pm.

He picked up his lunchbox, and exited the hovermobile. He hurried along the dimly-lit street, took a deep breath, and walked in through the main entrance.

The security guard gave him a bored look, as he handed over his lunchbox and ID card, for inspection, before stepping through the 'walk-through' ID scanner, directly linked to N.P.M.A. Central Records. When no alarm bells went off, Rick realized he had been holding his breath.

"You're cutting it mighty fine tonight, Andretti!" the guard growled, handing back his ID card. "How come you ain't got Salami and pickle on rye, tonight? You always bring Salami and pickle?"

"I, uh, I felt like a change! It ain't a crime is it?" Rick muttered, gruffly.

"Okay, okay, I only asked! You sound like you're catching a cold, Andretti? You know the company rules about possible cross-infection?"

"Sure, sure! I'm fine I tell you!" Rick muttered, trying to keep to the shadows.

"Yeah, well, okay, but get that butt moving, buddy!"

Rick hurried away, clutching his lunchbox and ID. He had to pass through two more checkpoints, without further hitch, before he was finally inside the facility proper. The place turned out to be a maze of corridors, with little monorail trucks rushing to and fro, piled high with various robotic parts. Luckily, there were direction signs everywhere!

Glancing around, to check that the coast was clear, he ducked into the nearest public toilet, and slipped into a cubicle. With trembling hands, he stripped of the latex mask, and stuffed it behind the low-level cistern. He clean himself up with a few toilet tissues, then entered the washroom, and swiftly washed and dried his face.

"Hard night on the tiles!" he said, to the startled guy who emerged out of a cubicle three down.

The guy grunted, then hurried out, tucking his shirt into his pants.

After swiftly checking that his face was okay, in the mirror, Rick hurried after him.

Chapter 6: The Dragon's Lair

Rick peered around, and finally spotted a sign, that read:

Final Assembly, Inspection

Andretti worked in 'Final Assembly'! Rick hurried along the corridor, in the direction indicated by the arrow, and walked through the door marked 'Final Assembly, Inspection', then came to a sudden halt. He was in a huge room that looked a little like a hospital ward.

Rows of what looked like operating tables, but on wheels, lined both sides of the room, and stretched into the distance, with a bank of electronic test equipment attached to the wall, behind and above each table, with various hanging attachments. There must have been twenty or more of the tables in the room, but what was even more amazing was the naked blonde female, strapped down to each of them (or should that be naked 'droids?). Each girl was an exact duplicate of her neighbors! "Hell, each of them is an exact duplicate of Jayne Morgan!" Rick realized, with a start.

"Hey, who the hell are you?" growled a guy in a white lab coat, walking over to him, and eyeing him, suspiciously. He was carrying a clipboard, containing a pile of checklists, and had a marker pen tucked behind his right ear.

"Who the hell do you think I am?" Rick snapped, deciding to try to bluff it out. "I'm Andretti's replacement, of course!"

"Wha' d' ya mean, replacement?" the guy asked, still suspicious.

"Ain't you heard? He got run down by an out of control hover this morning!"

"He all right?"

"Yeah, but he won't be back at work for a week or two!"

"Who're you?"

"Summer, Rick Summer, but I ain't done this job before! You'll have to show me the ropes?"

"Jesus!" The man looked up to the heavens. "Production is up by fifty percent, and they send me a rookie! Okay, Rick, grab one of those lab coats over there, then tag along with me, as I start with SD-0402 over here!"

Rick pulled on a white labcoat, and hurried back to the other inspector.

"My name's Bill Meyer, by the way! Our job is to run through a final check list, to ensure every 'droid is fully functioning, as per specification!"

"Uh huh!"

"Open your eyes!" Bill said to the beautiful female 'droid stretched out in front of them. Both eyes snapped open. They were big, blue and limpid, just as Rick remembered them. "You will obey my every command!" Bill added.

"Yes, Master!" It was the same, familiar voice. It was also the same face, same breasts, same legs, same delicious pussy, with its soft triangle of blonde pubic curls. Rick felt his penis start to twitch and grow.

"Raise your right eyebrow!" She did so.

"Wiggle your toes!" Her toes wriggled, as she smiled up at them both, sexily.

"What is the cube root of 729, SD-0402?"

"Nine, Master!"

"Good girl!" He lent forward and kissed her on her lovely red lips.

"Is that sort of a reward?" Rick asked, curiously.

"Nah! Just a fringe benefit!" Bill replied, with a smirk. "And these girls don't mind a bit! They love any show of affection!"

"Why is she strapped down?" Rick asked, a little perplexed.

"'Cause, amongst other things, we have to check out their automatic erogenous zone, reflexes!"

"Huh?"

"Watch!" Bill reached out and savagely twisted the girl's prominent left nipple.

"Aaaahhh!" The girl gasped with pleasure, arching her back upward off the table. Only her legs and arms were strapped down. "Please fuck me, Master?" she pleaded, her eyes suddenly filled with unrequited lust. "Screw your little slut bitch... pleaassee!"

"Do they all give the same response, when you do that?" asked Rick, goggle-eyed, feeling his cock growing even harder.

"More or less!" Bill replied, grinning, as he spotted the tent in the front of Rick's pants.

He did the same with the other breast, producing a similar reaction. "You can see why we have to keep them strapped down!" Bill added, as the android girl shuddered with pleasure, and pleaded with him to make love to her.

"Don't you ever feel tempted to get astride one of them, and give them what they're asking for?" asked Rick.

"Nah, not anymore! Maybe occasionally, during the early days!"

"How long have they been producing this model then?"

"Four months now!"

Bill then slipped a finger into her exposed sex, and the girl went mad with lust, straining against her bonds, and pleading with him to release her, so she could pleasure her Master!

He just chuckled, as he ticked the relevant box on his checklist, and then slipped a finger into her anus. Again the girl moaned and screamed, desperately struggling against the leather restraining straps, in an attempt to get at the object of her desire!

Rick had become quite turned on by all this, but he kept his voice calm. "The, ah, girl thinks of you as her Master!" he said. "How does her eventual owner overcome this programming?"

"She's reprogrammed for her new master, immediately before leaving the facility, or so I'm led to believe?" Bill replied, with a shrug of his shoulders. "That's not our responsibility!"

"Uh huh!"

Bill continued with the checklist, going through another dozen or so mental and physical co-ordination checks, and ticking off each on the check list, as it was successfully completed. Finally, he took out a sonic screwdriver that opened up a panel in her chest, and checked out a row of dip switches against a diagram on his clip-board. "Hmm, seems okay!" he muttered. He replaced the panel and re-sealed it. "That's all there is too it, Summer!" he said, as he finished the last check, and straightened up. "Do you think you'll be okay?"

"Sure, but what if the 'droid fails one of the tests?"

"Unlikely! We haven't had a failure since the very earliest models, and then they were only minor glitches. If it happens though, just give me a yell! Okay?"

"Yeah, sure! Hey, thanks, buddy!"

"No problem! Here's your checklists!" He handed Rick a clipboard and a pen. "You finish the left hand side of the room, and I'll do the right!"

-oOo-

Rick stared down at the delectable, naked creature, strapped down to the table. She was identical in every way to the other five androids he'd already checked out, right down to the small mole on her left breast, and she had reacted in a similar manner, when he had carried out the standard checks, straining to make love to him, whenever he had touched a key erogenous zone! They were all carbon copies of the Jayne he knew, right down to the...

With a thrill of shock, he realized that they all differed in one significant aspect from Jayne Morgan. None of them wore the black choker around their slim necks! None of them were, as yet, a potential walking bomb! If he couldn't discover the manufacturing secrets that made these androids so lifelike, then perhaps he could smuggle one of the 'droids out of there, before they got around to fitting her collar?

"Hey Bill, when do they fit the collars to the girls?" he asked, innocently, turning to talk to the other technician, who was on the opposite side of the room.

Bill glanced up from the 'droid he was checking. "What collars?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Oh nothing! I just caught sight of the finished product once, and she was wearing this sort of black choker. Perhaps it was just a bit of personalization, for her new owner?"

"Yeah, maybe?" Bill started to turn back toward his current 'droid.

"Say, Bill, just how do they make these girl 'droids so lifelike? They seem amazingly intelligent too?"

Bill frowned. "I wouldn't know, Summer, I know nothing about how they're put together, prior to their arriving here for inspection? I would quit asking damn-fool questions, if I wuz you, if you don't want to end up in deep trouble! This project is top secret, and they don't take kindly to blabber-mouths 'round here!"