Synthia 3000: A Fembot's Tale (Science Fiction Android Erotica)

Built to please and tease, Synthia 3000 is the latest model sexbot slated to hit the market. When her release date is set earlier, her creator is desperate to make sure his prototype is ready. Synthia think's she's ready to get humanity's engine revving. Her handler is less than convinced. The only way to be sure is through some rigorous testing.

Warning: This 4800 word short is contains explicit android intercourse, rough sex, oral, anal, and enough electric heat to fry your e-reader.

Sample:

"You flatter me, Miss, but the human mind has limits," he said. "I need to be absolutely sure of your structural limitations. So from here on out, expect us to be a lot harder on you."

"I look forward to it, Dr. Hartman."

I smiled, another involuntary reaction from anticipated pleasure. He smiled back, apparently relieved by something.

"Well, that's a good thing," he started, "because I was wondering if we could, uh, start some unauthorized preliminary tests right now. Just a precursor to the official trials, you could say."

"My battery is charged to 60% capacity," I said, "but I could probably withstand some rigorous testing for a time."

"Well, that's good," he said. "Uh. Well."

His face was starting to flush now and I was beginning to detect some unexplained levels of embarrassment rising from him. The pheromones I was detecting from him told me all I needed to know. Why is it that after millions of years of doing it, humans still get flustered by sex?

"I don't really have any beta testers available for this, so-"

"You are the logical proxy," I said.

Dr. Hartman turned an even deeper shade of pink. I placed a hand on his shoulder, a gesture that I had been taught to be reassuring to other humans. Dr. Hartman looked at my hand then back at me, his deep brown eyes wide in amazement as if was shocked that I would yield to his requests so easily. He should have known better. He did make me, after all.

"You said so yourself, Dr. Hartman. Time is limited. Testing must be expedited. Immediately."

I gently tightened my grip on his shoulder to massage it. I moved in slowly, but deliberately, eager to please but not willing to scare my human companion away. When I got closer, I wrapped my other hand around his neck possessively. My forever nude skin, soft and translucent, brushed against his white lab coat.

His fingers began to dig into the plushness of my behind. I pulled myself closer, pressing my softness into the rock hardness of his sex. My finely tuned sensors could detect his pulse and feel the blood rushing to his groin. This fired up my neural transmitters far more than my tingling folds grinding against his hardness could.

As I pulled him in closer, I stood on tip toe and whispered into his ear.

"Test me as hard as you can, Dr. Hartman. Show me what I'm made of."

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