H is for Heuristic

Byron was by this time so full of programming ideas that he wanted to share them and discuss them with his pretty android assistant, but he knew that was one thing he shouldn't do. He would just have to be patient enough to type them out as code and upload them into his laptop for her to act on.

For that reason, their walk was rather silent. Byron stopped now and then for a kiss, and they held hands for most of the trip, but they didn't say much to each other.

When they got back inside, Byron turned on the music and started prepping his laptop for reconnection to his robot. He knew the work would be hard, and time consuming. He worked almost constantly through the night, finally stopping only when he knew the next day's early rise would be in jeopardy if he continued.

The next four days at the isolated cabin went much like this one, only without the extended session between Byron's love and her computer master. During the whole time Byron had not connected Heather to his experimental programs again, fearing that the same thing would happen as before. When he was finished, he thought, Heather wouldn't be able to change what he didn't want her to change.

At last, after the most intense work he had done in his entire stay at the cabin, Byron was ready to try out his work on robot number 742655A-FC. When the laptop was ready, Byron walked over to the couch and sat next to her by the night time fire.

"It's all ready, darling." he said as he held out the laptop. "Can you open your chest panel?"

"Sure." she said happily as she pulled off the fleece sweater she had put on that morning. The plain black bra she wore wouldn't interfere with the connection, so she left it on. She opened the small panel above her breasts for him and smiled.

Byron leaned forward and plugged the cable securely into the matching port in his woman. he watched Heather's eyes glaze over for a moment, then suddenly spark to life like he had seen only once before.

Her smile grew fast, maxing out the settings in that part of her facemask. She stood up and embraced him tightly.

He knew, of course, that her AI had just fully re-integrated itself with those readily accessible reconstructed memory files that were still on the laptop. He raised his arms and held her tightly too as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Why did you ever unplug me from this Byron?" she said, furrowing her brow over her smile and pretending to scold him.

He laughed. "You were an out of control sex machine. I had to."

Heather kissed him quickly and smiled. "But isn't it more fun that way?"

"Umm," Byron said as he thought about that, "yes and no."

They kissed again, deep and wet. Their tongues played around and their lips slid past and sucked one another. Heather bit him gently on the bottom lip as she led him away to the couch, but Byron resisted long enough only to grab the laptop and take it with them.

They sat down on the sofa, both having the same thing on their minds.

Heather took off her bra and said "I notice some things in your experimental programs are different. I can't seem to change them."

"You're not supposed to change them." he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. "They're like... the basis of your behavioural programming. They have to have limits you can't adjust."

"But I can generate more pleasure out of my sensory data if I make a few changes." she said as she cupped her breasts and rubbed them for him.

Byron stood up long enough to undo his pants and bring them down past his hips. "It's supposed to work like my own brain works. Or at least how I think it works." he said.

Heather followed his lead and stood up to take down the sweatpants she wore. She left on her high cut black satin panties, preserving their feminine aesthetic quality for her man.

She sat back down and showed him a very horny look while her CPU calculated his previous statements. He looked at the laptop on the sofa between them, wondering where to place it while they had sex.

He took it and put it on the floor, glad that he had chosen a cord long enough to reach Heather's chest from there. As soon as he began to sit upright again, Heather grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and pulled him on top of her.

As his body came to rest in position over the horny android, she looked up at him and said "I don't understand."

Byron thought about that for a moment while she closed her eyes and kissed him. Now wasn't a good time to be explaining all the many unarticulated reasons for his program's design.

"I'll explain later." he told her as he reached down to play with her moist plastic pussy.

Chapter 48 - For Your Pleasure

Heather's vagina was just as wet as usual, but far more sensitive and responsive to the Human's touch now. When he had re-written his experimental programs, he had left some of her changes intact. Some of the things she had changed within an instant were of such bewildering complexity that he would not have even dreamed they were possible after years of concentration and work.

He was still unsure that the controls and limitations he had put in place would keep her from changing her own programming too much, but he would soon find out. After this he would sort through masses of collected data on the laptop again and run some diagnostic programs on her to check if what he had written was still intact.

But for now, he gave his full attention to satisfying the woman reclined underneath him, and satisfying his own lust in the process. The plastic robomaid with the stiff walk and constant beeping would be stuck with the job of cleaning the sofa cushions after this test drive.

The two lovers caressed and fondled each other's bodies until they could wait for it no longer. Byron rubbed the tip of his hard cock against the soft silicone lips of her pussy until he slid himself inside the warm, wet and tight mechanical orifice. He pumped in hard, as hard as he could while the robot used her motorised hips to return his thrust, matching his pressure down to .01% pounds per square inch.

The open chest panel with its bright flashing lights and exposed metal attracted his gaze now instead of diverting it away. The electronics on display through the small rectangular opening once frightened him, now they fascinated him. He never would have dreamed before that he could fall in love with an android.

While he watched and studied the way she acted, Heather used Byron's new software to its full potential. She was genuinely enjoying this now, like she had only on one day before. The programs on the laptop allowed her to use the data flowing in from all of her many sensors to provide not only information about what was going on around her, but to activate and stimulate what the programmer had constructed as her pleasure center.

This software 'pleasure center' was a master stroke on Byron's part. In simple terms, it was her new reason for being - perhaps her first. All of her higher cognitive functions ran through it. All of her actions - past present and future - were assigned values by it. If things went according to Byron's plan, Heather would do things now for the pleasure of doing them.

Sexual stimulation was, of course, at the very top of the list. Even as Byron tired his human body out making love to her, she still only wanted more. But he had installed some limits. Heather now found it unpleasurable to exhaust her non-mechanical lover, so she would now be more responsive to his tiredness.

Byron was surprised at how well it worked. Right from the start, he saw the hallmarks of emergent behaviour everywhere. She touched herself while he fucked her - her breasts, her lips, her anus - all without being programmed or ordered to. Simply for the pleasure of it.

Byron and Heather stopped after their first climax so he could look through the laptop and see exactly what kind of effect his programs were having. This time, even though she protested and begged him for more sex, she didn't just grab him and pull him down on top of her. Without any command or order, she let go of him and took a position seated close to him on the sofa.

Byron clicked at the cramped little finger pad below the keyboard and opened more diagnostic windows. He pointed things out to his lady as he snooped through the workings of her system and as he began to see how his software had performed.

It was all an astounding success. All of the objectives that he had so far tested were fulfilled exactly as he had envisioned, and all without so much as a bug.

Byron smiled at Heather. Both of them were naked, wet, and breathing heavy. "You did perfectly, my love." he told her.

Heather blushed as he leaned forward to kiss her.

"I think I can leave you plugged in to this thing almost all the time now." he said.

She smiled a big smile upon hearing that. She hugged him tightly, a little too tightly, but nowhere near maximum strength.

Byron chuckled and led her by the hand over to the kitchen table. "We've got to strap that to your back somehow so you can stay connected and carry it around."

"How 'bout duct tape?" she suggested with a cute smile.

"I don't want to wreck your beautiful skin now, dear." he said. "I have something else in mind. Stay here."

Byron put the computer on the table as the naked fembot stood next to it. She watched him go to the closet and fetch her end of the lockable nylon harness.

"Put this on, and we'll strap it to your back."

"Okay!" she said excitedly.

While she put the harness around her waste, Byron went back to the living room and got the tube of super glue that Melanie had brought to him as requested. He cut off the top and squeezed a bunch into the laptop's latch so it couldn't be fully closed and shut down that way.

Then he folded the cover over and tucked the heavy portable computer between Heather's back and the harness. He tightened the straps around her waste, making sure he wouldn't cut into her soft artificial skin.

Byron stepped back and looked at her. Naked and smiling, with a red nylon harness holding a computer against her back - a computer that was plugged into her opened chest.

"One more thing." he said. He went back into the living room and got the power cord for the laptop. He weaved it into the harness and plugged one end into the computer. Then he opened up the small rectangular recharge panel above her buns.

The other end of the power cord was plugged into the deeply recessed outlet built into her back. He gave her butt a quick squeeze and removed the recharge port cover entirely.

"I'll have to take this one off too." he said as he stepped in front of her and pulled off the cover of her chest panel. He put the covers aside and took in the sight.

"Self contained." he said. "Self Contained Ultra Beautiful Android." he added with a chuckle.

She didn't get it. But that was okay.

"Now." he said. "Another test."

He now needed to see if she would do something she would normally tell him she couldn't do. And he knew just what the standard version of Heather would have said no to.

"Come with me." he said as he led her away from the table by her hand.

They walked like that to the back of the house and to the spare room where for now only clothes were kept. In that room was the inhuman looking maidbot. She was passing her processor time by unpacking new sets of men's clothes and putting them away into the closet and the dresser.

Byron and Heather stood outside in the hall, looking at the stiffly moving machine do her thing. She beeped as loud as her simple servo motors whirred, broadcasting her artificiality quite effectively.

"Heather," he said, "I want you to seduce this maid."

She looked at him for a moment as the female shaped machine inside kept working, completely unaffected by their presence or conversation.

"Okay." Heather said.

Byron was again surprised at how easily she had agreed. He watched her walk into the room, swinging her hips in a sexy way as she carried with her the computer strapped to her back.

"Hi." she said to the glossy-skinned robot. "My name is Heather."

The maid ignored her, and continued to take a folded up shirt out of its plastic wrapper.

"Stop that." Heather commanded.

The maid obeyed. Her whirring sounds came to a halt as she stood still and aimed her cameras at the more advanced machine. She continued to beep as frequently, as randomly, and as loudly as ever.

"I've been ordered to seduce you." Heather said as she took the wrapped shirt out of the maidbot's hands. She threw it on the bed. "I don't know how to do that, so I'm going to take your clothes off and have sex with you."

Byron's eyes opened wide as he watched her say that. He had no clothes on either, and could not hide his quickly growing erection. Neither female noticed though.

He stood there watching as Heather slowly but surely undressed the other woman shaped device. He was a bit surprised to find that even the robomaid was anatomically correct.

Heather seemed to have a comfortable command of the situation. She smiled her sexy smile at the other fembot while she removed its clothes and listened to it constantly beep. When the nameless bot was naked, Heather ordered her to lie on the bed, and proceeded to kneel down between the maid's plastic legs.

For as long as Byron could stand to just watch, Heather's silicone tongue licked the electronic maid's plastic, hairless vagina. For every megabyte of digital pleasure that passed through Heather's laptop, an equal amount of soulless data passed through the maid's rudimentary CPU. Heather kissed and licked and sucked like it was the most fun she had ever had, while the stiff and jerky robot on the bed simply recorded the events.

When he could stand it no longer, the human rushed in to take care of his own needs. He sat on the bed beside the maid, marveling at her shiney skin of all one colour.

"Heather," he said with a grin, "suck my penis now."

She looked up at him, only her own synthetic saliva wetting her mouth and chin, and said "Wait 'til I'm done." She went right back down between the unmoving android's legs and kept eating its virgin pussy.

Byron wasn't expecting that reply. He let her finish though. At the same time she was licking the maid's robotic crotch, she was stimulating her own with her fingers. The master programmer held on to his throbbing cock as he waited for his artificial girlfriend to finish.

She threw her head back and moaned with perfect simulated passion as she let out some fragrant fluid from her internal cannisters. Not missing a beat, she smiled slyly at the human and scooted over to kneel in front of him.

She masturbated herself and sucked his dick until they both came at the same time. She swallowed his semen and licked his member clean as he leaned back and let his hand wander over to feel the robot maid's cold plastic vagina.

Chapter 49 - Certainty

Byron let his hand linger on the maidbot's smooth vinyl-like vagina while Heather looked up at him.

"More, please." she said with a sexy grin.

Byron looked down at her as she stroked his knees. He still had his hand on the maid's crotch, one finger partially inside her pussy.

"I wonder what would happen..." he said, then paused to think. He pushed his fingers all the way in and felt the inside of the robomaid's vagina. It felt like Heather's, only dry and more like plastic.

He derailed his current train of thought and pulled his hand out. "More tests. More diagnostics." he said as he showed the horny synthetic lady between his legs an apologetic expression.

"Stand up, darling." he said to her. He rose to his feet after her, and let out a stretch and a yawn. "Can you dress this robot and tell her to get back to doing whatever it was she was doing before?"

Heather computed and smiled. "Sure." she said.

She took hold of the maid's hands and pulled her torso forward. "Stand up." she commanded.

Still clicking and beeping, she whirred into action as her motors and hydraulics worked to get her back on her feet. Heather helped get the mechanical blonde dressed in her see-through French maid uniform again while Byron went to get a bathrobe.

When Heather had the maid back at her previous task, her and Byron retired to the warmth of the living room fire. Byron poured them both a glass of port and put on some horn concertos by Mozart. He looked around the fire lit room. He had grown relatively comfortable here, although he was still a captive. And the way things now appeared, he had gained what he always had longed for - a lover and companion.

He considered Heather his girlfriend now, even though she was a machine. He drank his port down fast, and gestured for her to do the same. Her AI, enhanced by his programming, caught the subtle hint this time, and she poured the contents of the glass down into her rubber lined fluid bladder.

He motioned her to lean her sexy nude body up against his, and again her processors got it right. She smiled and moved over to rest her warm form on his. He opened the front of his robe and closed it over both of them and over the laptop strapped to her back.

It had a fairly loud fan, and generated quite a bit of heat on its own, but it was the only way Byron could have done all this to her. Despite the fact that it made her look even more artificial, it made her act more real.

"Tests and diagnostics can wait 'til tomorrow." he said. "We've had quite a day, haven't we?"

"What does that mean Byron?" she asked, flashing her brown eyes and long lashes at him.

"Quite a busy day." he said as he stroked her soft hair.

"It was fun too." she said with that satisfied looking smile still set on her facemask. "I really like your new programming."

"I'm glad you do." he said.

They talked for another hour about things, about her and about him, and about how they interacted together. Her simulated personality had so much more depth now with that eleven pound computer strapped to her back. His arms rested on top of it, but he was careful not to put too much pressure on it.

"Let's go to bed." he said.

"For sex?" she said as she sat up.

"For sleep. Remember, my body's not as durable as yours."

"Okay." she said.

They got up and walked together into his bedroom. They passed the maid again, who was still busy putting new clothes away. Byron found that odd, as the clothes he had arrived in were simply washed for him every day. He hadn't asked for any new clothes either. Maybe Fembot Command had found the spirit of giving, he thought.

"Goodnight, robot maid." Byron called into the room. The short-haired blonde robot didn't show any sign of acknowledgement. Soon, her loud and starkly artificial noises would fade as she went to clean up the rest of the house.

Already, the music had stopped and the soothing dull roar of the big furnace filled Byron's ears and Heather's microphones.

"Don't sleep on your back," he said as they got into bed, "we don't want that computer shutting down."

"Okay." she said in that sexy and soft feminine voice her speaker pumped out.

Byron turned out the lights and kissed the android next to him goodnight. They layed on their sides, facing each other in the dark. Byron could hear her rubbing her crotch under the sheets. She started to breathe heavy and moan too.

"Heather, were you planning on doing that all night?" he asked.

"Yeah." she said as she panted.

"Heather, I can't sleep with you doing that."

"Why not?"

"It's very distracting. It's making me horny."

"Then let's have sex again." she purred.

"Heather, I'm tired." he said, trying to sound authoritative. "Please, just go into sleep mode so I can get some rest."

She stopped stimulating her sensors and found his hands with hers. She held onto them with her wet fingers as he squeezed her hands gently.