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"Thigh Runner"
By Shon Richards

Jack was about to crash, fatally this time. There would be no
rebuilding, no uploading into a new body and not even a truck bed
filled with hay at the bottom of the hotel could save his existence.
His metallic body had taken quite a few shocks not to mention bullets
the past few days and it looked like this was really the end.

Thirty stories took a long time to fall. If Jack was human, he
might have gotten lucky and passed out or simply gone into shock.
Instead, his microprocessor was firing random bursts of memory. A
bullet had lodged in something vital and now he was doomed to repeat
certain bits and pieces of his experiences in a random manner. In a
way, his life really was flashing before his eyes but Jack wasn't
programmed with a sense of irony so he didn't appreciate the situation.
Artificial life can be a bitch that way.


"Wow, your mouth is incredible," the brunette cried out.

Jack didn't respond. He continued to open her sex with his lips
while his tongue tapped fiercely against her clitoris. The woman,
[Confirmed Identification- Amy Valentine] was leaning back against the
wall with her skirt over Jack's head. Cars drove by the dark alley and
Jack could see the headlights bleed through the thin skirt,
illuminating her powerful legs.

Amy's nether lips covered Jack's lips while her pelvis grinded
against his nose. He temporarily shut down his breathing simulation in
order to focus on pleasing the brunette. His hands gripped her thighs
and he pinned her firm ass to the dirty wall. Amy cried out in
surprise but her cries became moans as Jack's tongue discovered the
right rhythm for the most optimal orgasm.

"Gods!" Amy moaned as her fingers tangled in Jack's curly hair.
"You really are a sexdroid!"


Jack opened his eyes and moaned. He enjoyed his first orgasm
although his penis wasn't equipped with semen yet. The sexdroid didn't
care, the pleasure centers in his programming was overloading and he
didn't even have the vocabulary to know what he was experiencing.

"The Reward-Program works," he heard someone say. He didn't
understand what the words meant but his memory recorded the sounds for
the rest of his life.

"I can see that!" a female voice said and Jack felt himself stir.
There was something about the sub harmonics of the woman that made him
ache. He desired. The voice triggered instant arousal in him as well
as instant longing. Jack wanted whatever the voice wanted to give him
and he didn't even know why.

"Better test his deactivate command," the man said.

"Jack, take a cold shower," the female voice commanded and
instantly, the desire went away.

He regained his higher functions and his eyes focused on the
nearest object. It happened to be a sign that read "Diligent
Enterprises, Research Department".


"Die, Robo-cock!" the blonde yelled at him.

Jack ignored her command despite the sexy sub harmonics of her
voice. He also dodged the first hail of bullets that came flying at
him. His programming for the last third of the Karma Sutra had given
Jack an unaccounted flexibility.

"Wow," the blonde said as she just stood there. Jack's eyes
absorbed the image of her standing there. She was tall for her gender
and endowed far above average in the breasts category. Long blonde
hair blew around her face from the air that her bullets had let in when
they smashed into the hotel window. Jack confirmed that she was
Bethany Taylor although he had known it since she left the elevator.
He responded accordingly.

He leaped over the bed and tried to kill her.


Amy pushed him away. Jack was baffled. His services had never
been refused in the sixty-seven sexual encounters he had performed
since leaving the lab. He tried to go back under her skirt, but Amy
was insistent. Jack couldn't refuse a command from a woman and despite
his superior power; he let her hands hold his shoulders back.

"Wait," she commanded. "Unzip your pants."

Jack relaxed and did as she commanded. She reached in as soon as
his pants were open and her fingers found his hard cock. The
temperature of his cock adjusted instantly to match the warmth of her

Amy pulled his girth out of his pants and pulled him to the alley
wall. Jack needed no further instructions. He reached down and
grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up and lowered her onto his cock.
When he had impaled her fully, he walked over to the wall so that once
again her firm ass was pressed to the dirty bricks.

"Fuck me," she commanded but he already was.


Bethany swallowed his cum, her breasts pressed hard against his
thighs. Jack's hands clenched the mat beneath them, groaning as
multiple pleasure centers sprang into action. All he could see was the
ceiling of the lab gym and for some bizarre reason; he found joy in the
cracks in the ceiling. For one delicious nanosecond, he was serving
his function and everything was right in the universe.

Bethany pulled his cock from his mouth and a trail of cum dripped
from her lips. She wiped it from her breast and brought it to her
lips. Her eyes lit up.

"You taste like vanilla!" Bethany laughed.


"Is he safe to use?" the woman asked the researchers.

"Of course I am, Bethany Taylor," Jack responded. "I am
programmed only for pleasure and service."

The blonde smirked. "Then why did my bosses ask me to come down
and train you in combat?"

Jack shrugged. It was a humble gesture, designed to put women at
ease because when you're a six foot six sexdroid with the muscular
development of a human bodybuilder, it helped to put women at ease.

"Perhaps its to defend my future owners?" Jack ventured.

"Yeah, right," Bethany said. "The only people who can afford you
are millionaires. They can afford their own bodyguards. You won't be
even made public for another fifty years. I wonder if Diligent
Enterprises has other plans for you. Maybe they plan to sell you to
their rich clients and then have you threaten them?"

Jack was horrified. "Of course not!" he responded. "The idea is
inconceivable! My safety functions won't even allow me to say what you
just said."

Bethany shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me," she said.
"Training an artificial intelligence to fight isn't going to be easy,
but that's why they pay industrial agents like me the big paychecks.
After I teach you, I'm planning to upgrade my computer."

"Can I help?" Jack asked.

Bethany laughed.

Jack downloaded the sex stories as he was ordered to, but he
didn't enjoy them. He understood that learning from humans was the
best way to perform sex, but the data that streamed through his mind
was lifeless. It lacked the variations and subtle flaws that only a
human voice had. He was bored.

At one erotic website, he came across a link to an Mp3 file named
Annejet. Curious, he downloaded it and listened in awe to the recorded
female voice as it told a sexual story. In that instant, he understood
why lab technician Donna said that sex was between the ears.


"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked. Amy held up her hand for
silence. She looked down the corridor before advancing, making sure
they were still alone.

"I work for a company called Paragon Industries," Amy said. "I
was supposed to find the blueprints for an experiment android, but I
think I may get a bigger bonus if I bring back the finished product.
Heck, for bringing you I might be able to afford the marble tiles I
wanted for my pool."

Jack paused, his eyes going blank as he tried to understand how
this affected him.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Amy asked.

"I checked, and no, apparently not," Jack answered. His
warranty/copyright information was scheduled to be uploaded tomorrow.


"You'll do anything I ask?" Amy asked him.

Jack thrilled to the sound of her vocal sub harmonics directed to
him. He held on to her tighter as her motorcycle hit a bump. Before
he answered, he raised his volume so that she could hear him over the
noise of the engine.

"Yes, any desire, any wish or any command, I will obey," Jack

"And the reason you didn't do anything when those guys shot at
us?" Amy asked.

"I am forbidden to harm a living creature," Jack responded.

"Forget that command," Amy laughed. "You wouldn't last five
minutes in this world.

Jack obeyed.


"I'm not going back!" Jack exclaimed. "I have a right to live!"

Bethany dodged his rapid fists and fell backwards over an
overturned chair. Jack stomped his foot down towards her and she
barely twisted in time. His foot caught her shirt and it ripped loudly
as Bethany pulled away. When she stood back up, a black bra barely
held her tanned globes.

"You lost the right to live when you escaped!" Bethany hissed.
"If Paragon Industries found you, their Research Department would leap
ahead by decades from what they could learn from you! They would take
you apart and kill your stupid ass!"

Jack paused. "You mean Amy?" Amy never mentioned his

As he processed that information, Bethany fired.


"Who are you?" Jack demanded of the brunette. His sensors
analyzed her despite the darkness of the lab. In the back of his
processors, he thought it was odd that none of the lab technicians were
there, or that the lights were off, but he was incapable of imagining
how this could be bad.

In seconds, he recorded her appearance. She was tall, and
dressed from head to toe in dark leather. Her pants clung to her legs
and the glimpses he saw of her ass defied all previous classifications
of buttocks. He had known such asses were possible, but only on the
proposed female version of himself.

"My name is Amy Valentine," the woman said. "Come with me with
you want to live."


He heard her as soon as she came off the elevator. Jack's ears
remembered the way her shoes sounded on carpet. She had to walk a
special way with her top-heavy center of gravity. It was Bethany
Taylor, and it meant Diligent Enterprises wanted him back.

Jack knew it could only mean that Amy had failed and was perhaps
decommissioned. He felt a sense of loss at this possibility but he
also felt shame. He realized that as much as he hated to think of Amy
as gone, seventy-four percent of him was hoping Bethany would speak to
him before trying to kill him. Jack longed for the sub harmonics of
the first non-lab subject he had fucked.

"It's open," he called when he heard her at the door.


"Can you cum?" Amy asked as he pounded her against the wall.

Jack saw the dilation of her eyes and knew she was climaxing
right now.

"Yes," he grunted in the perfect simulation of a rutting male.

"Then cum," Amy commanded. A passing car illuminated her face
and her long, sweaty brown hair.

He obeyed.


He landed on the mat again. Despite what Bethany had taught him,
she was constantly surprising him with different moves. Jack memorized
the move she made and tried to think of a counter.

She slapped him in the face.

"What was the purpose of the slap?" Jack asked. It did
negligible damage, as recorded in his extensive Bondage Directory.

"The slap was to prove how easy it was to hit you," the blonde
asked. "Every time you try to figure something out, you pause and your
eyes go blank. It's going to get you killed one day."

"Oh, don't look upset," Bethany sighed. "Damn it, you are too
adorable when you frown like that.

Jack recognized the conflicted emotions on Bethany's face. His
knowledge of human psychology was pretty extensive if one-dimensional.
He knew exactly what she wanted even if she didn't.

He gently pulled her down for a kiss and he was pleased to
discover he guessed right.


Jack slipped his cock inside the test cube. Beside him stood the
female lab technician, [Confirmed Identification- Donna Bates]. She
was smiling, which meant certain happiness programs were running full
tilt in Jack's program.

"Ejaculate," she commanded.

His erect penis fired. A stream of milky liquid fly out of his
cock, flew right through the target posted inside the cube and cracked
the far wall of the cube. His eyes focused and identified some of his
cum had splattered on the telephone.

"Okay, let's lower the pressure and try again," Donna said.


Jack sucked loudly on Bethany's nipple while his hand continued
to masturbate her. He could feel her sex clench fifty percent tighter
when he set his tongue to level three vibrations. Bethany pulled his
head tighter into her enormous breasts until his face was buried in
wonderful flesh.

His fingers began to swivel, wiping and pulling at the tight
walls of her pussy. Jack heated his fingers as well, adding a building
heat to Bethany's already sweaty sex. Her hips undulated, rising and
falling as she tried to pull his fingers in deeper. In response, Jack
lengthed his fingers until Bethany cried out her orgasm.

The walls of her breasts enclosed his ears and they vibrated when
she moaned. It accented the sub harmonics of her voice to a level Jack
didn't think was possible. He wished he could make her moan forever.

Jack's memories quit flashing through his mind as his body
collided with the ground. Disconnected from his memories by the sudden
impact, he was free to look around. Well, look around as much as his
decapitated head would allow.

His eyes focused upward and he saw Bethany standing at the
window. The bullets had nearly killed him but he understood why she
threw him out the window. It was just to make sure Jack was dead so
she could bring him back in peace. He admired her ability to innovate
and envied her ability to make choices.

His only regret was that at this distance, he couldn't hear any
of her sub harmonics.

"Oh shit!" he heard beside him. His view shifted as Amy picked
him up. Two seconds later, he felt her fingers on his cheeks. Jack
knew that his slow touching response time was a bad sign.

"I'm sorry Jack, the bitch out-smarted me," Amy told him. The
concern on her face meant he should initiate Comfort Program Nine, but
he didn't have any arms.

"I'm so sorry, I thought I could head her off before she found
out where we were staying," Amy said as she cradled his head to her
chest. "I've got a van waiting, and some of my people might be able to
fix you."

Jack doubted it but he didn't care. Amy kept babbling about how
Bethany led her to a trap and how she rushed to get back to the hotel
where they were hiding. As she spoke, Jack listened to the sub
harmonics of her voice.

It was beautiful and he was happy as he went offline.


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