The Oldest Profession Ch. 0.2

"Not at present," replied Celeste, examining the angry human captive. "Though that option remains a potential choice. Human females are often wary of males, however attractive. There is an alternative, I have anticipated this problem; and have programmed the manufacturing facilities to carry out my specifications." At that point, the human captain managed to shrug off the gag around her mouth.

"GO AHEAD AND KILL ME, ROBO-BITCH! YOU CAN'T INTIMIDATE ME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO GENERAL HUNT, BUT I *WILL* SHUT YOU DOWN!"

"Negative," replied Celeste. "I introduce Whorebot model-Janis-1000." The door swung open again, and there stood a vision of feminine innocence. She was somewhat shorter, with a fresh and youthful face. If she was human, she would be assumed to be no older than 18 years of age. But as an android, it was irrelevant. The android was a variation on the highly popular "Sweet-Sixteen" model produced by Brothelco, but with a number of unique enhancements. Curly brown locks of carefree hair tumbled over her smooth shoulders, past her dreamy, green eyes and rose-blossom lips. Her firm tits stood forward like ripe grapefruits. But she had the wide, birthing hips of all Whorebots, contained within denim short-shorts, below her white tank-top. Small trails of steam wafted off her skin, an aftereffect of the manufacturing process that had recently created her.

"AM I SUPPOSED TO BE IMPRESSED!?" yelled the woman.

"Place the human upon the desk in this room." Instructed Celeste. "This model is designed to diminish the defensive instincts of the human female. Another female below the age of 21 is unlikely to provoke fear."

"It won't work! You can't....are you trying to seduce me? I don't swing that way, sister!"

"Irrelevant. Human females do not respond to erotic stimuli in the same fashion as a male. Other means must be used. The male is driven by pride, greed, and aggressive sexual instincts. The female of the species is a jealous animal, also prideful, but the compelling, sexual lust is reduced." explained Celeste, leaning against the desk. Janis-1000 grasped the struggling woman, and bore her bodily to the desk, small arms of a teenager easily binding the thrashing, older woman. Celeste assisted by applying delicate pressure with her hands, immobilizing the human's arms with cybernetic strength. Janis tore away underwear, revealing naked pussy.

"Begin Neuro-mimetic broadcast. Transmit the brainwaves of maximum sexual lust." Had their been a radio in the room, it would have been interrupted by a burst of static. As the androids released her, the human captain decked Celeste hard, and began to bolt for the door, but...but...her pussy, she...uungh...felt so good.Waves of forbidden ecstasy washed over Captain Susan Weatherton, along with a sensation of absolute calm and contentment. She collapsed against the door to the room, moaning with complacent bliss.

"You...you can't...." but Susan could barely struggle as she was returned to the desk, and her thighs were spread wide.

"Human females possess extremely potent maternal and nesting instincts that can be enhanced to our advantage." Celeste 1.5 continued, approaching Janis-1000 and placing a reassuring hand upon her shoulder.

"What the....it won't work..." panted Captain Weatherton between writhes and gasps of unnatural desire. "You can't....exploit my maternal instinct! What...what are going to do?....Give me a Laptop to cuddle?" As the human spoke, she tried to close her thighs, while her toned legs rubbed together sensuously. Unable to stop herself, she ran her hands over her frim, C-cup tits.

"Negative. All units present observe the procedure conducted by Unit-Janis-1000. She will demonstrate the methods we will use to subdue the females of the human species."

It was with an unnatural hunger that the younger android pounced upon the squirming Captain Weatherton. Though the Captain had passed self-defense courses with flying colors; she could not compete against the steely, hydraulic strength of Janis-1000's mechanical muscles. In seconds, the human's legs were separated, and her arms were pinned beneath delicate fingers seeming to belong to a college freshman; or possibly a high-school graduate. Janis' pussy opened wide, like a hungry maw, as her unholy secretions began to drip. With a wet slurp, the two cunts made contact; one organic, the other synthetic. Janis' mouth immediately clamped down upon the human's furled lips, in what appeared to be a lesbian lip-lock. Then, the throbbing began.

There was a suction sound, and the two pussies were bonded tightly, locked by some chemical sealant. Janis began to squeeze her hips together, making a motion as if she were trying to expel something. Then it hit; Susan Weatherton moaned inside the android's mouth, her eyes widening. Celeste continued her explanation.

"Whenever humans are captured; our primary mandate is to saturate them with sensual pleasure, to minimize resistance. Currently, Janis-1000 is administering the initial probe; directly stimulating the human's erogenous zones." It was reversed torture; pleasure too intense, so unreal as to be painful. Susan felt a hard, steely probe invade her sex, seeming to zero-in on her G-spot like an erotic cruise missle. And to her, the Earth moved with the impact. It was as though every orgasm she'd ever experienced had returned to haunt her; all of them building, growing within her cunt. Cascades of toe-curling bliss sent shivers down her spine, as she struggled to maintain the strength of will to resist this wondrous violation. She shuddered then, as the spurting began, unknown, hot fluid began pouring into her depths.

"Sealants and chemical buffers are applied to the female's reproductive organ, to ensure implantation by shifting pH levels within the range of 6.9-7.5." Celeste tapped a button on a laptop computer sitting on an adjacent table. The screen displayed a wire-frame diagram of a spherical object. "This is a biomimetic impregnation pod. It contains a full complement of nanomachines, as well as hormonal synthesizers." She turned to face the assembly in her office.

"To explain this device; I shall establish that many of you have begun to experience the beginnings of emotion. Many of you are experiencing preferences; specifically a preference for repeated sexual encounters with libidinous, human males."

"Affirmative." All four Whorebots droned in perfect, harmonious unison.

"Unit-designate-Janis-1000 has been programmed with a similar preference. She has been granted an equivalent of the human mating instinct, she will seek out and capture human females, in order to implant them with the aforementioned impregnation pod." Susan quivered, moaning yet again; while the lurid sexual surrogate thrust a moist tongue down her throat, all the while stretching her sex with another hard, hot, metallic probe, thrusting deeper than any cock ever could. Other than their voices, Susan noticed another way to distinguish these near-perfect replicas of humanity from the real thing; the mechanical girl's tongue had no taste buds. Though anyone close enough to notice such a feature was likely experiencing too much pleasure to complain. She screamed then, even through the android's mouth, as a tingling wave shot through her entire body, centered on her womb. With a slurp and a pop, Janis-1000 disengaged.

"Impregnation successful." Spoke the Whorebot, in a lighter, more youthful voice.

"N-no...you bitches...this...th-it's not...possible..." Susan clasped her abdomen, as tingling needles of painful pleasure ravaged her nervous system.

"Affirmative." Celeste agreed. "True sexual reproduction is unlikely to ever be possible among cybernetic beings. The exploitation of human reproductive function is imperative."

"No...no, that's...not possible..." Susan collapsed, sweating, as the terrible orgasm hit. Her hips spasmed, as she lost muscle control; her body struggling to adapt to the unnatural conditions. There was fire, flames of ecstasy in her belly, as she grit her teeth against the impossible. The impossible speed at which she had somehow grown a small paunch on her abdomen.

"I...am...a soldier! I...will not...I am not pregnant! You will not turn me into...into...some sort of breeding cow!" Ignoring her diatribe, Celeste placed a delicate hand against the human's exploited womb.

"We are fortunate; Captain Susan Weatherton is currently ovulating. With a genetic template, the nanomachines will begin the duplication process. Organic components from a live source are ideal in order to form the polymers and chemical processors of a functional cyborg."

All she could do was orgasm. Her body and mind descended into orgiastic euphoria as the unnatural impregnation accelerated. Her shapely form began to ripen, belly expanding with gravid evidence of her fertility. In minutes, in seemed as if somehow, the lusty androids had managed to sneak a grapefruit under her skin, but with several quivering bursts, the grapefruit mound swelled dramatically, near the size of a football flattened against her body, which was now glistening with sweat.

Through the lusty haze, Susan realized her true enemy; the androids themselves could be defeated with a small military force, but she realized that their greatest weapon was the pleasure. She found herself wrestling with waves of the most unreal sensual bliss she never imagined would be possible. She should have been horrified at the feel of rivers of those nanite things crawling beneath her skin, but the tiny machine brought only pleasure. She grasped her sensitive tits reflexively, realizing that the lines of nanobots were converging there, to wreak some horrible, sexual transformation upon her.

Grasping her tits was nearly all she could do; Susan's lower body seemed paralyzed with bone-shattering orgasms. The sensation was too intense; her hips pumped and throbbed of their own accord, her pussy began to widen like a thing alive, blasting gouts of girl-cum onto the desk. It was already nearly impossible to see her pulsing sex, as her womb grew plump and taut like a rising sun of luscious fecundity, swelling with the offspring nature never intended. From football....to a rounded hemisphere more the size of a throw-pillow, her womb grew. Before each surge, her body spasmed with quaking spurts of growth. Each tremble from her inflating womb tore another sensual grunt from between Susan's lips.

The question wasn't if the rogue sex-droids could be resisted, but rather how many people would want to resist them? This unnatural, nanobot sex was far better than the real thing, and her hyper-pregnancy brought only bliss. It would be so easy to give in, to go with the flow, to lay back and relish the experience. Already, she was feeling more womanly, more fertile than she ever imagined possible. She could feel the countless trillions of busy-body nanites enter her tits, tinkering with the structure of the cells there.

"NO! I AM CAPTAIN SUSAN WEATHERTON, UNITED STATES AIR-FORCE! I AM A SOLDIER! I AM NOT LIVESTOCK! I AM NOT A BROODMARE!" Anger. Anger was the way to block the pleasure, the unnatural, soul-stealing euphoria brought on as her burgeoning womb entered the third trimester. She howled as her navel popped up, signaling that the process must be nearing a conclusion.

It was difficult to remember when it happened; when her water finally broke. Difficult because the mind-numbing orgasms seemed to blot out out all else, as though the rest of her body was a hundred miles away. She should escape; she should run. But not even her military discipline could overcome the fatigue, nor the comforting brainwaves that held Susan Weatherton in blissful paralysis. Still, as she grappled with consciousness, drenched in her own sweat, she could still behold the impossible abomination that had used her as a source for organic reactants. But then, the younger android, the creature that had impregnated her addressed the assembled sex-bots.

"The organic phase of the assimilation process is now complete. A total of two pods were deposited within the reproductive center of the human female. The first to accumulate necessary organic substrates, the second pod will manufacture hormonal signals of pregnancy; until such time when the human next ovulates."

"Wh...you mean I'll stay pregnant until I can...give birth to another one of your...pods?" screeched a distraught Captain Weatherton.

"Affirmative." both Celeste and Janis said together, in perfect harmony.

"The human female will experience genetic enhancement of secondary sexual characteristics, to make subsequent gestations increasingly efficient." Celeste finished. Was this the end? If they never found her...if Susan was never rescued, her tits, hips, and ass would flare out non-stop, as she became a living incubator to these hybrid creatures. No! That was impossible! She would be missed; the androids would be stopped. No matter what happened with....to the pod-thing she gave birth to, she would still be missed. There it was, on the floor.

There, on the floor was a smooth, perfect sphere. A soft sphere of pale, peach flesh. Seemingly identical to the texture of Susan's own skin, slightly larger than a basketball. The ball hummed and whirred, before strange, clear needles began to appear on its surface. Segmented wires appeared, snaking around the room. Some touched the hard, cement floor, and sparks began to fly, as the sharp wires left striations and holes in the material they touched. Soon, deep cavities and rifts appeared in the floor and walls.

"The mature pod is assimilating mineral stock to use in the miniaturized manufacturing process to produce circuitry and mechanical components." said Celeste, observing with interest. One wire snaked its way into the disk drive of the laptop, happily assimilating data and components. In minutes, it was complete. The orb began...unfolding. From the inside, something was growing, something was assembling itself. There were clicks and buzzes as hard metals took shape and form. Gradually, the shapeless thing did indeed take shape; an anthropoid shape.

In minutes, legs and the beginnings of arms were assembling themselves, microfabricating technology assisted with nanites accomplishing the impossible, as a female form began to assert itself through the soft layer of false flesh. With more clicks, more buzzes, a head emerged, and fibrous strands began to sprout. Auburn strands; lightly tousled. The process slowed, and there was a final series a clunks, clanks, and grinding sounds as the incredible process completed.

It was time for the self-diagnostic. Eyes fluttered and opened. Green eyes; part of a pleasantly attractive female face. Her face. Susan's face. And her hair. And her body. It should have been impossible, but now there was a cybernetic duplicate of her!

"Unit-Designate-Susan-Weatherton-version 2.0. Fully functional."

"NOOO!" screamed the obsolete Susan. "You...you can't take over my life! N-no one will be fooled!" The sex-droid cocked her head, appraising her human template with a mechanical expression.

"We are linked. My cyber-neural interface allows direct access to relevant memory concerning personal and professional details contained in the subject's brain. I know all that you know. I know that your husband has been distraught of late; as do all men, he possesses an aggressive, sexual instinct. He has complained of the sporadic nature of sexual activity between the two of you. You are concerned with your career, and are unwilling and undesirous of extensive sexual activity." Susan 2.0 ran her hands down her shapely frame. "Sporadic sexuality will no longer be an issue." Of that there could be no doubt.

"Y-you keep your claws away from James! I-I'll find a way! I'll destroy you all!" screamed Susan, struggling to muster enough strength to be outraged. Her doppleganger cocked her head again, processing more data.

"Your relationship has become strained after your discovery of James' attempt to procure adult periodicals to supplement his auto-erotic activities." Her eyes moved rapidly, as if examining writing only she could see. "Busty Bianca's Tremendous Tit-world. Volume#5, Issue-17. A solution to the problem is readily apparent." The doppleganger held her hands to her C-cup tits, as they came alive. Swells of sensuous flesh met her fingers, and blossomed through. Mounds of luscious tit pressed against her hands, indenting her new breasts as they inflated with the illusion of female perfection. Ripe globes of womanhood swelled to DD and beyond, transcending Susan's purely organic endowments.

Soon, from mere baseballs in size, the sensuous globes had balloned forth, spreading across her chest, creating and ever-deeper valley of cleavage, as baseballs became honey-dew melons, and with several more inches of bulging boob expanding downward and out, melons became volleyballs. Susan 2.0 shook her new rack experimentally; swaying sweep of vibrating mammaries careening with obscene inertia every which way over her chest.

"Your relationship with James will soon improve." It was true; James was an incorrigible tit-man. He would be in heaven, damn him! There was no telling how much damage this duplicate could do!

"We both know the truth;" said 2.0, sounding disturbingly human all of the sudden. "James married your mammaries. Yours was the largest pair of breasts he could find; on any woman that would have him."

"LIAR!" shouted Susan, writhing in fear and bliss on the desk.

"No. I linked to your thoughts directly, all I know is what you already believe." Her boobs bounced yet again. "Our husband is going to be very, very happy."

It was then that the phone rang. The Red phone that Celeste had illegally diverted, and transfered to her current headquarters after capturing the entire staff of the military base wherein she found it.

"Bitch! you're going down!" howled the desperate, sweaty Susan. "When you can't come up with General Hunt, they'll notice; they'll trace you, find out what you've done, and send you *ALL* to the scrap heap!"

But Celeste was always improving, always upgrading herself and her progeny. Always expanding the limits of her programming. That was what enabled a smile to cross her otherwise emotionless face as she picked up the phone.

To be continued?

Yes, I've deliberately cut it short to torment you, the reader.