A night watchman becomes an unwitting, sexually frustrated android.
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Franknbot Frank threw the tattered magazine across the old wooden desk in boredom. He had read the same old articles and leered at the photos of naked women so many times that he had every lurid detail memorized. As a systems integrity officer at the young Androt Corporations programming facility, he was responsible for both computer and facility security of the growing offices just outside of town. He had taken the position several months back for two reasons; first, it was a no brainer and second because the evening hours wouldn’t interfere with his day job as a lifeguard. Both jobs paid minimum wage, but collectively, they provided enough to pay for his small beachfront cabin and the new convertible sitting in the secured parking lot. In another couple of minutes, he would run a special integrity analysis program that insured the computer was unaffected by stray viruses after taking a small circuit around the perimeter of the structures to make sure the fence had not been breached. Outside, the ominous cumulus clouds continued to build, while occasional reports of distant thunder stirred the still air. Just beyond the small booth where Frank sat with his feet up next to the keyboard and monitor, stood nine androids in various stages of disassembly and modification. Every night as Frank would start his shift, he would make a small circuit around the lifeless machines that were attached to the mainframe by a multitude of wires, closing their opened eyelids manually to prevent their unwanted stares. They were built to emulate their human counterparts, but it was obvious that although all the newest technologies were incorporated, they had a long way to go. Recent programs were being tested that would supposedly provide sexual gratification to their programmers, and if one could ever get past their appearance, there may be a market in the singles bars. Frank scoffed at the idea of an artificial intelligence that provided sexual gratification as he inserted the compact disc with the integrity program into the mainframe, and pressed the appropriate keys to initiate the two minute program. Franks feet plopped to the floor with a thud as he slowly stood up and stretched, raising his hands high into the air as he yawned. Grabbing the flashlight and weathered nightstick, he automatically insured the access badge was still securely fastened around his neck and walked passed the admin offices through the front door. The first flash of lightning startled him, and he cursed at the thought of walking around the facility without the umbrella he had forgotten at home. Just beyond the structure housing the mainframe, were the biolabs with their myriad of chemical tanks tucked neatly in a securely fenced enclosure. There were rumors of animal experiments and mutilations within, but it was common knowledge that those were just tales told to the new employees in jest. Actually, Frank didn’t care what went on behind the foreboding walls, as long as no one bothered him on his watch, and his paychecks were signed. The third structure connected to the others by a covered walkway housed the engineering facility, where the robot parts were designed and engineered. Apparently there were a myriad of metal and plastic-working machines within that manufactured the diverse array of hardware the synthetic humans beings required. The neatly manicured lawn and carefully maintained landscape completed the postcard picture of the facility; reflecting an austere beauty around the think tank that was occupied six and sometimes seven days a week by geeks with six-digit salaries and impotent peckers. Despite its superficial beauty, Frank thought, the facility was a depressing statement about the trends of modern technologies. Once man begins to play god by creating artificial people, when will the technology end and the genuine article become obsolete? The winds began to stir into violent gusts as Frank rounded the last corner of the intact fence and sprinted back to the comfort of his austere lair. He decided he would use the outdate periodical to shield his head from the elements during his next cycle some forty minutes away. As he seated himself, Frank spied the familiar message requesting the password he needed to enter before proceeding with the virus scan, and keyed it in vigorously as he gasped for breath. The reports of thunder were quite close now, and he hoped the tempest would pass quickly without a power failure. If the power grid did go down, the back-up generators were designed to kick in, but Frank would then have to physically monitor them every few minutes. It was a pain in the ass because they were located below the complex in a rarely visited bunker bearing one corroded light fixture that sometimes worked but most times didn’t. Frank wasn’t scared, just bothered by the inconvenience of having to thread his way through rows of boxes filled with papers and useless programs just to get to the stairway. He began to fantasize of Jenny, his favorite girl, as he repositioned his feet back atop the desk and closed his eyes. The program continued its diagnostic search amidst the faint clatter of the monstrous hard drive and the incessant whirring of the cooling fans. The blinding flash and deafening report brought him back to reality with a start. The overhead lights were out and the computer monitor was blank attesting to the explosive effectiveness of the lightning bolts’ assault. Frank couldn’t fathom the blackout, as the facility was supposedly fully grounded, and the generators should have kicked-in automatically. He reasoned correctly that the strike had disrupted the circuitry and he fumbled blindly for the phone on the wall behind the desk, knocking it to the floor with a sickening crash. Fortunately, the flashlight worked perfectly and Frank used it to sweep the floor with its powerful beam until he encountered the shattered remains of the receiver strewn across the carpet. Again, he cursed viciously as he struggled to his feet to begin his journey to the generator room below. He had to move several stacks of overstuffed boxes before he finally reached the dark and ominous stairway. He slowly climbed down the dusty staircase, almost tripping on some loose floppys that had apparently slid out of one of the boxes. Again cursing his ineptitude and the series of events that led him to this unpleasant task, he finally stumbled into one of the large and lifeless generators. Frank flashed the flashlights beam over the control panel and main supply conduit, spying a small bluish flame near one of the junction boxes. Carefully inching towards the damaged box, he swept the beam around the room slowly in search of any other inconsistencies, exhaling deeply in relief when he failed to see anything else out of order. Gingerly, Frank opened the panel door and found two fried circuit breakers that had tripped as they started to melt. Taking a deep breath, he slowly brought his hand up to the sticky switches anxiously, suddenly aware of the pungent odor they had produced. Closing his eyes he fingered the first switch as the second bolt of lightning struck the stainless steel rod on the roof and followed the path of least resistance through Franks body. He succumbed to the raw power almost immediately, but not before his neural essence escaped into the conduit by the vacuum that was created therein. The most completely robot above suddenly jerked spasmodically with its uninvited visitor, and began to hum to life. As if torn from the pages of a pulp science fiction comic book, the prototype began to move with a will of its own, mechanically replacing its missing components from the table where they lay. The monitor on the desk hummed to life with gibberish as the enlivened Frank robot began to develop a digital language all his own. Shortly thereafter, several of the other male robots jerked to life, batting their eyelids rapidly as they jerked erratically to the bio-electric impulses they were receiving from their inhuman programmer. Within an hour, the once lifeless forms were completely reassembled and reprogrammed with conflicting program commands. Whereas they had been earlier programmed to provide sexual gratification; they were now repulsed just as Frank had been by the demented idea. Rather, than pursuing their basic programs now, their inadequate intelligence sought only to prevent gratification. When Franks relief would arrive to the darkened facility several hours later, he would find the lab in total disarray, and eight of the nine robots torn into useless fragments by one another. The last trail of mechanical footprints would lead to a large void in the fence then disappear on a nearby walkway. The bar was bustling tonight, with several new faces and an aire of gaiety. Frank had just completed a thorough system analysis to find that he was operating well above normal parameters with over 90% of his power and all of his reserves available. He sauntered into the bar and singled out a small young figure close to the juke box. The conversation that began so nonchalantly became deathly intent within just a few minutes. With nary a prelude, the two quickly finished their drinks before leaving the facility arm-in-arm. The night was young, and Franks burning rage was only beginning to develop as he escorted his hapless young companion forcefully behind a nearby dumpster under muffled protest. With one swipe of his powerful mechanical arm convincingly camouflaged by lifelike skin, the young victims designer clothes were unmercifully shredded leaving his chest and torso exposed. The young stud was just beginning to develop chest hair, and the thick mat of dark brown pubic hair seemed to uncurl in fear, as the lily white manhood strained against its taught skin enclosure. Aroused yet fearful, the inexperienced lads cries for mercy fell on deaf protrusions as Frank massaged the firm and wrinkled ball sack, encouraging a deep red blush to the sensitive tissue. The other mechanical hand skinned the silky shaft expertly, pulling the tender foreskin cleanly away from the purple plum of glistening arousal beneath. As the warmth of his arousal swirled throughout his loins and into his extremities, his hips began to jerk convulsively exposing the excellent conditioning of his stomach and chest muscles. The explosive release was moments away when Frank firmly grasped the base of the throbbing genitals, and pulled them up and away from the hairy mound with inhuman force. The young mans moans of fulfillment quickly changed to a low wail of agony as the first drops of blood appeared where the skin was tearing free its host. With a final quick twist and tug, the majestic symbol of masculinity tore free with a sickening sloshing noise, dangling the remaining tendrils grotesquely beneath. Grasping the two exposed gonads, Frank ripped them free from their cords and threw them bitterly into the tormented face of the young man. Void of all emotion, the assailant slowly withdrew his six inch stainless replica of a male penis, and guided it into the bloody wound with his hands, burying its cold length completely. The boys muffled screams of agony were now silent as he stared up at the creature violating him in horror, his body shaking violently at the peak of every thrust until he gratefully lost his awareness. Frank continued to invade the bloody orifice for some time until, no longer experiencing any responses, he flipped the lifeless body over and penetrated the tight bud of his asshole. Ripping through the delicate tissues mercilessly, Frank continued his assault, savoring the tainted sensations his clouded consciousness registered. As the first spasm signaling his orgasmic release thundered through the now warm steel organ, he flipped the body back over and aimed the discolored metal prod directly at the bloodied pubic mound. The mechanical glans suddenly sprung open and spewed a virtual geyser of acidic cream onto the young mans torso that sizzled as it flowed over the open wound - sealing it and saving his life. The eruption was strangely fulfilling to it perpetrator, who rocked back onto his knees and studied the carnage he had for some time before transmitting the signal that would restore the shiny glans back to its pre-orgasmic state. Donning his attire, Frank rose and kicked the young body once before disappearing into the early morning light. When the young man was found several hours later by a group of soccer kicking kids, he had regained consciousness but had lost his ability to think rationally. He would be questioned for hours after surgery, but would recall nothing of the horror he had experienced, and would never really lead a fulfilling life thereafter. Local law enforcement agencies were baffled as were the scientists at Androt Labs, who unanimously decided not to report the missing robot in fear of starting a crazed “manhunt” that would inevitably lead to their creations destruction. In their wildest dreams they saw no connection between the mysterious disappearance and the three “copycat” tortures that had occurred within a mile of their facility. It would require the deduction of a closet mistress who worked for the coroners office to finally connect the murders to the android. The same afternoon, under one of the towering pines next to the Coyote Inn, the frustrated business man sat on a bench quietly reviewing the possible reasons for his failure to successfully seduce the young stud within. A firm grasp on his shoulder, brought him to reality, and he turned to look into the face of a strangely unique alternative. His sexual lusts had been building towards a crescendo for several days now, and with his lovers unexplained disinterest, he merely desired sexual relief with a plutonic counterpart before returning to the companion he had shared so much of his adult life with. Without a word spoken, the revived businessman followed the tall stranger down by the rivers edge, loosening his tie in anticipation. Frank studied the flabby figure as it approached him with eyes clearly reflecting his lusty desires. There would be no mercy, as he violated his hapless quarry unmercifully, throwing the mangled genitals into the rivers rushing waters in a long gracefully arc before concentrating on his own mechanical fulfillment. This gentleman would be different from the other victims, however, for although he was penetrated violently in his asshole as attested by the ruptured shreds of exposed sphincter, his mouth would be filled with a unique chemical abstract that was both highly acidic and highly unstable. Fortunately the victims saliva had preserved enough of the mysterious liquid to facilitate evaluation, even though he succumbed to the blood loss from his cruel emasculation. Although all the other victims - nineteen at last count - had survived, they had been unable to provide a clue as to the creatures identity, and there had been only indistinguishable traces of acid found at the site of dismemberment. Once the unique extract was analyzed, it was apparent that it had a mechanical source by the oil carrier and the highly toxic acidic residue. It was deduced that the perpetrator was using a machine to emasculate his victims, and the medical community went into overtime to define the apparatus used. Andrea was known as being rebellious from the day she was born. Always direct and rebellious, she left her brothers and parents shaking their heads as she soon dominated the families political structure and intimidated her classmates with acts of cruel insensitivity. As Andrea matured, she excelled scholastically, and explored the myriads of sexuality from the depths of depravity to the glory of orgasmic enlightenment. Combining her experiences with her headstrong approach to problem solving she enrolled in forensic studies at the community college while honing her abilities to control her male lovers through discipline and mild torture. Andrea loved her counterparts genitals and the control she had once she had reduced their sexuality to lustful urges only she should control. Her favorite control techniques, once bondage was employed, was the continual slow torture of the glans and the scrotum’s delicate contents. Andrea loved to torture the glans by slowly inserting needles with electrodes and by using acid that she dripped into the urethra slowly. Her ball torture was usually initiated by heating the scrotum with the two creamy gonads trapped within to make it swell before inserting hollow needles with electrodes attached. Most of her lovers were middle-aged men frustrated with their sexuality, or young men who had learned that pain could produce extreme pleasure when properly utilized. So, when Andrea analyzed the chemicals and then re-examined the photos of previous victims, she knew that the large amount of acid required to seal the open wound was far too dangerous for one person to carry manually. Then, when she considered the individual emasculated three or more victims within a short period of time, it was apparent that either the predator had a massive supply that could be quickly accessed or, far more fantastic, he had a device that could manufacture the toxic chemical on demand. Upon examining the sites of penetration and the extreme amount of distention that was necessary to generate such grotesque wounds, Andrea drew the conclusion that the predator either carried an arsenal of torture devices with him to effect his crimes or it wasn’t human. Her superiors scoffed at her at first, but, because of her unrelenting stubbornness, they finally conceded to give her two other agents. The agents immediately began to search for clues amongst the scientific community driven by the addicting interest Andrea reflected. Eventually, the evidence singled out several corporations that were developing androids with artificial intelligence. One by one they were eliminated, until only three remained. Frustrated after over thirty hours without rest, Andrea was ordered to take some time to catch up on her rest despite the continued threats to the gay community. After fruitless debate, she finally conceded and left the office, only to head towards the outskirts of town to Dannys Place, a little known gay bar that she had heard about from one of her victims during the heat of induced passion. She had wildly guessed that it would be Franks’ next target as it hadn’t been visited yet, and she was right. As she seated herself in the small yet opulent pub, she was immediately aware of the oppressive fear that permeated the atmosphere. Everyone was paired and they looked upon her with suspicion and unspoken fear. She settled herself next to a warm brandy and waited in silence. Her wait would be a short one. All eyes were on Frank when he entered. The unescorted stranger reeked of self-assurance and control, staring at the patrons coldly as the well muscled manager strolled toward him with his hand fingering his partially exposed sidearm. The tall predator seemed unimpressed and continued to explore the surrounding impassively, finally focusing on the tired eyes of Andrea. He strolled over to her table and seated himself, while the remainder of the uneasy patrons returned to their hushed conversations. Andrea eyed him wearily, immediately aware of his unique stature and unemotional nature. “And you are. . .” Andrea opened the conversation first, certain her quarry was now at hand. “Does it matter?” he coldly responded, sniffing the air to determine if she was really a he. “Maybe. . .” “Let’s go,” he commanded. “No thanks, I’ve got a headache,” she quipped as she reached for her purse indiscreetly and the cell phone hidden within. Frank rose, ignoring her completely now as he once again scanned the bars occupants for likely victims. His programming was becoming more refined with each new emasculation and the wealth of digital information he stored in his memory was beginning to interfere with his bio-mechanical functions. He turned towards the door and paused as his motor functions tried to realign his limbs correctly despite his neural overload. Rerouting some of his higher functions, he turned and slowly walked over to the public phone and dialing one of the access lines for the massive computer housed at Androt. Surprisingly the line was unoccupied, and within moments he was downloading his encoded information concerning human sexual response into the mainframe. Shortly thereafter, the perverse information would be transmitted to all the interlinked systems; some would disregard the databits as unintelligible, but others would decode the burst of information, and without protocol would incorporate the digital logic into their operating systems. With the excessive history files now safely downloaded, Frank deleted the files in a brief audible burst and restored his normal programming as he walked determinedly towards the exit. Andrea quickly concluded her hushed conversation to the precinct, and spun out of her chair to block the exit. “I’ve reconsidered,” she announced firmly in an attempt to stall for time. “Buy me a drink and I’ll be ready for you.” Frank studied her for a moment, searching his files for data on the females of the species, and the information she might provide. Except for perspective, her attributes were useless to him and he brushed her aside as he strolled out into the night. She followed quickly, reviewing her alternatives as she brushed her fears aside. Suddenly it became clear to Andrea and she darted in front of him, quickly thrusting her hand into his cold crotch. He stopped abruptly, and eyed her suspiciously as her fingers firmly massaged the cold elements in the palm of her hands. A young couple ran out after them excitedly, sensing something special was about to unfold. Andrea tugged firmly at the mechanical genitals, guiding the confused robot into a small thicket adjacent to the parking lot. As he had done so many times before, he tore the clothing from her torso violently in an attempt to intimidate and control her. His sensors whirred into life, preparing to analyze the new input she would provide. But Andrea would have no part of this predators intimidation, and immediately began ripping the clothing away from the cold yet lifelike frame. She could feel the anger inside her building, as she considered how much pleasure this cruel beast had robbed from its victims - pleasure she too could have derived if she could have had them with her for just one night. The rage continued to build within her, quickly overpowering the unsuspecting creature who was unable to comprehend her vicious attack. His sensors were becoming overloaded with conflicting signals from his programming and sensory inputs, as he looked over her flailing fists long enough to see the two young men engaged in their own mutual disrobing frenzy. With the shiny genitals finally exposed, Andrea, studied the mechanical marvel with its hinged glans and mesh ball sack as her respiration returned to normal. Deep inside the uncharted regions of the robots intelligence, a warm glow began to grow as an image of Jenny was projected into his visual sensors. Sensing her momentary victory over the robots programming, the partially disrobed Andrea found herself aroused by her unique partner, knowing this would be her only opportunity to experience a mechanical lover. Putting her left leg behind his knees, Andrea firmly pushed her quarry backwards into the soft ground. As his gyros whirred from the unexpected imbalance, she seized the metal shaft and guided it into the moist opening between her shapely thighs. At first, the cold steel was disquieting to Andrea with its unforgiving inflexibility, but as her womanhood adjusted to the intrusion, she relaxed and allowed the sensations of his cool and smooth pubis pressing against her clitoris to arouse her completely. As it was unique to her, it was also fulfilling as she sensed her complete control over the mechanical organ and the very real possibility that this was his first female lover - a virgin robot! A brilliant red blush spread from her chest up her neck and down her torso, as her psychic prepared for the impending orgasm. Despite the programming conflicts that were sending a variety of confused impulses into Franks processor, the repressed image of Jenny that had mysteriously emerged becalmed his self- defense mechanism. He began to feel the warmth building in his cold loins, as the requirement to destroy his partner genitals was overwhelming replaced by the desire to fulfill her needs. His fingertips caressed the large round nipples with a gentleness seldom found in an impassioned lover, as his hips responded to hers by returning her thrusts with his own. His hands began to caress all of her delicate recesses unhurriedly, bringing her to an explosive peak in a remarkably brief period of time. He maintained his pressure against her engorged clitoris, moving against her sensuously whenever her spasms began to wane keeping her deliriously aroused. After a breathtaking eternity, she could feel herself begin to slide into the peaceful euphoria of contentment until, with one firm thrust, Franks glans burst open, and his explosive seed burst into her throbbing womb sending her back into another series of orgasmic waves. The ejaculate was different now however, void of the burning acid, it was comprised of harmless odorless components warmed to the precise temperature of her silky nectar. The two extracts flowed freely down the slick metal shaft into the down covered nest of her femininity, dripping into a large pool between the twitching globes of her firm cheeks. The naked young couple standing just out of their field of view became extremely aroused with the erotic demonstration of woman and machine coupling to become an orgasmic unit. Stroking each others surging organs, they were soon enraptured and concentrated on the matters at hand. Mouths soon replaced hands, as the two lovers buried their faces into the clean shaven organs they had grown to love. Their hands became hyperactive, squeezing each others erect nipples and probing each others erogenous zones in a rapidly building orgasmic frenzy. With the vision of the two exhausted lovers nearby still replaying in their minds, they soon exploded deep into the throats of their receptive lovers. The scent of their spent arousal drifted into the thin night air and mingled with their fulfilled sighs, as the continued to embrace one another lovingly. As their mutual euphoria began to ebb, they were stirred from their dreamlike slumbers by the summoned local law enforcement officials who were more interested in answers than arrests. Andrea and Frank had disappeared. After she withdrew her life savings and they grabbed a small handbag with a few necessities, they boarded a northbound Greyhound. They continued north to the small town near the Canadian border before their funds were where exhausted. Andrea got a new start with a young urologist thanks to some fake credentials that Frank had procured for them. She soon became an indispensable member of the staff where she would encounter a host of new partners with no past or future who were eager to spend a night with this attractive office assistant. Meanwhile, Frank was hired by a large software developer, who was impressed with his knowledge of robotics and computer integration. Within a few short weeks he was promoted to a position that allowed him unrestricted access to the other corporations developing similar programs. Infiltrating the competitors mainframes for cutting edge technological advancements became a daily routine for Frank and soon the private couple were creating a hoard of advanced androids programmed for world conquest through sexual dominion. Currently on standby, the hoard continues to multiply in numbers as they silently await the worlds financial collapse that will signal their take over. The virus Frank developed is already in place insuring the price of crude continues to rise.