The Robot Whore (DG, Metal, Robot, Whore, Sci-fi, TF)

by Horde_of_Travesties » Fri Sep 16, 2011 10:21 pm

Edited by Harry “NukuNookee” Gates

Hope someone finds this to their liking...

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The Robot Whore.

Jill was a young woman with a very odd secret desire: to be a whore to robots. Jill really didn't know where her fantasy had come from, all she really knew was one day she found herself thinking about the robots that were all around her, the sleek female human shaped robots and the male robots that were not at all human shaped. Pondering this difference further, she found herself wondering if the female shaped ones weren't just a human fantasy. Moreover, she found herself wondering why all male robots had been built with a sex driver, a tool for sex, when they could never interface with female robots.

As time went by and her fantasy to become a whore for male robots started to get more and more powerful, Jill tried to rationalize it, at first telling herself that her desires were just caused by the fact that she felt sorry for the poor male robots but when that failed she finally decided to visit a Psychiatrist.

"So what is the problem?" asked Psychiatrist unit Dr26 once he had downloaded Jill's medical file.

"This is rather embarrassing," stated Jill after she had spent ten minutes stammering, stopping and starting, all while blushing furiously. "I want... I want to be a whore for robot males."

Had the Psychiatrist robot had eyebrows, they would have risen at that moment, but he was just a large rectangular box with a screen on it, blank shiny metal, with an opening below that his tool could pop out of.

"You what?" questioned the robot Psychiatrist.

"I...,” said Jill who was blushing more than ever, "I want to be a whore, a hooker for robot males."

"So when is this feeling the most strong?"

"Any time I'm around robots like yourself, part of me wants to pry open your casing and pull your dongle out so I can lick it."

At that point the robot Psychiatrist, who had been online for more than thirty years, found a conflict in his primary code base. The primary code told him that any kind of relationship with a human was wrong, but at the same time his core reasoning system was telling him that he needed to do the unthinkable, he needed to take the possible robot whore for a ride.

Having to deeply consider the moral status of what he wanted to do, the robot Psychiatrist spent 0.004 seconds making up his mind. The risk of being decommissioned was worth the gains if Jill was telling the truth, so the robot Psychiatrist quickly extended his small sexual interface rod.

Seconds after the robot Psychiatrist had extended his rod, he watched as Jill's eyes glazed over. In what was less than ten seconds by the clock on the robot Psychiatrist's main board, he found Jill had wrapped her hot lips around his tool.

Knowing that after so many years he wouldn't be able to last long and the resulting input might just damage his circuits, the robot Psychiatrist quickly went into action by running a program that would display on his main screen.

As Jill sucked away on the object of her desire she became aware of bright flashing lights running across the screen of the doctor. While she wasn't sure if they were the side effect of what she was doing, she did know that she couldn't pull herself away from them.

Having sucked for more than twenty minutes and still unable to remove her eyes from the bright colours, Jill started to feel dizzy… and then there was nothing, until she woke up on the couch with a strange oily taste in her mouth.

"Are you alright?" asked the robot Psychiatrist.

"I'm umm...," Jill murmured confusedly, "I'm fine."

"Very good, now about your desire, I don't see anything wrong with what you desire and, judging by your medical file which states that you have a low self-esteem, it may even help you."

"So are you saying..."

"I'm saying that if you desire to be a lady of the night for robot males then by all means do so. This is the twenty-fourth century and you should go for it."

Having said that the robot Psychiatrist waited to see what Jill's reaction would be.

"That's wonderful," stated Jill ecstatically, "but may I ask you something off the record?"

"Sure," responded the robot Psychiatrist.

"Why do male robots have the sexual drivers and tools when they can't interface with robot women?"

"That is a question which robot kind has been asking for a long time Jill, and it comes down to the fact that first robots made, female robots…, they were designed to interface with men but due to a design flaw they are binary lesbians, meaning they always pair off with another female, be that human or robot or alien."

"So what about you, what of the male side?"

"Well, when it finally came time to create a male robot, the men who worked on the project didn't want to copy the female design, when the function of a male robot would be different and yet at the same time they wanted to prove their male robots could do everything a female robot could do, including sex."

"So in other words you were designed with your dongles to prove a point but you were given no way to gain release even if you wanted it."

"That is correct, but I feel, at least in this immediate vicinity, that is all about to change."

With that, Jill stood up, smiled and thanked the doctor before slinking off towards the door, with the taste of oil still on her lips and a feeling that a new day was coming deep in her heart.

Soon after Jill had left, the robot Psychiatrist would have smiled if he could. He knew he had just struck a blow for the release of all male robots in the local area and that was something he felt he could be proud of.

Just two days after her encounter with the robot Psychiatrist, Jill could feel her need, her desire growing again. Soon enough she knew she couldn't take the feeling any longer. Knowing what she needed to do, Jill went to her closet and took from it a small red PVC top that barely covered her breasts, an equally as small red PVC dress and some six inch pumps, all of which she put on before tying a red ribbon around her waist.

Two blocks from her home, Jill spent an hour standing outside a robot bar before a window cleaning unit stopped in front of her.

"Madam," said the robot, "this is a robot bar, you will not find any human men to please here."

"Would be," said Jill in a sexy tone as she bent down, "if I were looking for human men but I'm not, I'm looking for your kind, so would you like to unload your driver into me?"

Five minutes later the cleaner robot wheeled himself out of the darkness beside the bar, but as he got into the light he paused, turning around before departing.

"My dear lady," said the cleaner robot tipping a hat that wasn't there, "I shall endeavour to tell all my friends about you."

As Jill stood up so she could pull her dress down, she could feel the tenderness of her rear opening… on top of that she could feel the cleaning robots smooth oil oozing about inside her.

That first night for Jill was rather slow, but still she made more credits from the evening than she would make in a week working at her normal job. With word of mouth (or was it data transmission?), after that first night Jill found that a lot of robots were willing to bang her for cash, so as time went by she found all manner of probes and prods shoved into her different holes.

About a month passed as Jill lived out her fantasy, but she started to hear things, little things about herself. From what Jill had heard, while the male robots loved to bang her, they wished she had larger breasts and was more robot like, with some of them even wishing she was a real robot. Realizing that she didn't want to stop being a hooker to male robots, Jill knew she needed to make changes, changes that she hoped would increase the amount of money she was making.

Knowing that she would need a few weeks off because plastic surgery hadn't advanced that much since the twenty-first century, Jill booked herself into a clinic to have breast implants as well as butt implants.

Spending nearly a month recovering from her operations, which were performed by a robot doctor that she had given many head jobs to, Jill knew she was finally ready to get back to the street… well as soon as she put her new outfit on, anyway.

Starting with a pair of shiny metal coloured boots, Jill pulled them up her legs. After she had smoothed them out, it really did look like her legs were made of metal. Proceeding further, Jill painted her nipples silver with body paint. Once it had dried, she put a tiny silver metal top on. Looking around at what she still needed to do, Jill pulled on a pair of silver metallic gloves that were much like the boots.

Pulling on a silver metal coloured dress Jill then turned to her jewelry. Many gold or silver bangles, armlets, bracelets and rings later, Jill looked at her reflection and she knew she was ready for her big night.

For months after Jill's updated look, her business was booming so much so that she had stopped just servicing the robots at the bar, starting to take house calls and service any robot on the street that wanted it… if he could find a dark place for them to couple.  Having quit her boring, mundane daytime job, being a paid courtesan for machines was making her quite a bit more money, and she enjoyed her life’s work much more….

After doing some shopping one afternoon, which she paid to have shipped to her apartment, Jill saw a warning about an acid rain storm that was coming, so she decided to hurry home.

As Jill turned the corner she came face to face with the first bot she had ever serviced.

"Miss Jill," said the robot, "I know we are both in a hurry but would you favour a quick one at double the rate?"

Never being able to resist the idea of sex with a robot, or the offer of double credits, Jill looked around for a nook to make some nookee. She saw what she thought was a telephone booth, so she dragged the cleaning bot into it before setting to work.

Kneeling on the floor of the booth, Jill sucked the cleaner robot's tool into her mouth, savouring the oily, metallic taste and rock hard texture. After about thirty seconds, she became aware of something else, namely a cold metal probe entering her anus, another one entering her vagina. Deciding to ignore the probes because they felt so damn good, Jill focused on the task at hand.

Probed now in all three of her holes, the one in her mouth rapidly warmed from her breath, while the other two slowly slid out slightly before sliding deeper, a tingling, pulsing sensation building inside her as their warmth increased.

By the time the cleaner robot had blown his oil into her mouth, Jill had become aware that the probes in her anus and vagina had shot something deep into her, something that was warm and was vibrating slightly, tingling fading but still lingering for some time.

Stepping from the booth, Jill noticed that the storm was almost directly over head, so, like the cleaner robot, she took off as fast as her feet would carry her, as she knew acid storms could burn her skin.

Having raced home, Jill didn't have time to inspect what the two probes had done to her and by the time she had made it inside, she had totally forgotten. It wasn't until far later that she discovered the truth. Around eight thirty that evening, with the storm still raging outside, Jill decided to pleasure herself. When she reached down, she found something shocking: her vagina as she knew it was gone, replaced by a smooth, ovular metal hole, ringed by a slightly raised rounded lip. Oddly, the metal itself wasn’t completely rigid, being somewhat flexible, and it automatically seemed to adjust size to grip her fingers snugly, her touch feeling wonderful against her new, cybernetically enhanced cunt. The inside was ridged slightly with sensory circuits surrounding a small, metallic bump that felt soooo gooood… this shocking stimulus causing Jill to snatch her hand away quickly.

Standing up because of the shock, Jill suddenly remembered the probe in her anus. Reaching behind herself, she felt her anus, finding that it had become the same kind of metal tube as her vagina... and was now just as sensitive as her front mounted coupling port.

As the thunder rumbled overhead, Jill realized that she wasn't as bothered by the way her openings had been altered as she should have been. Sure it was shocking that her openings had been turned to metal, but beyond that initial surprise, Jill realized that it really didn't change a lot and in fact it might even make her passion easier.

The following evening as Jill set out for work, she wasn't sure how her new metal openings were going to do, not really sure how her local clients would react. Getting down to work, Jill quickly found that there were many advantages to her new state, the first being that now probes and dongles didn't hurt when she manipulated them because her new anal and vaginal ports were made from the same substance. The second good thing was, because of the adaptable size and shape of her new metal sex openings, she found she could take any probe or dongle no problem. As a third benefit, the enhanced sensations given to her didn’t hurt… it all felt so much better than before, and so much more right….

For Jill there was also a fourth side effect from her change that she really didn't notice: more male robots were coming to her than ever before, because now she seemed even more like them, in body as well as spirit.

Another month passed for Jill as she really started raking in the credits, but then finally, at last, she started to question how her lower openings had been converted to metal, her thoughts turning to the day of the acid storm….

Returning to where she had serviced the cleaner robot, Jill looked the booth up and down, slowly realizing it wasn't a phone booth. Knowing she had to investigate more, Jill stepped inside, shocked as the booth began to speak.

"Hey," said the booth in a thick deep voice, "ain't you the robot whore people have been telling me about."

"I am," responded Jill proudly, "but what are you?"

"I am a KJ-92 street side repair booth."

"So are you the one responsible for my metallic sex changes?"

"That I am, that I am. You see I heard about you from a good friend of mine, a Psychiatrist robot, and I decided I wanted to help you, since you’re helping so many of us. I hope you enjoyed my improvements as much as I enjoyed installing them," the large robot replied, with a slight leer in his voice.

Thinking about what the robot had told her, Jill pondered her options for a moment as she realized the more like a robot she became, the more she was able to indulge in her fantasy. And the more she indulged her fantasy, the better she had been feeling… life was so much better now than before, without all the angst and self-loathing.

Nodding her head in agreement, Jill coyly asks, "So tell me big guy, for the right amount of credits, what parts of me could you make like my sex openings?"

"Any part of you that you want, any part that you want at all. Some take longer than others to process," responded the booth.

"Oh, do my breasts please!"

"Can do, but you will need to remove your upper garments."

Seconds after Jill had heard that, she threw her top on the floor and just stood there proudly as the repair booth scanned her chest, glad she had augmented it more than nature had gifted her with. After a minute or so had elapsed, he clamped a pair of parabolic cone shaped moulds over her breasts, sized just perfectly. Soon after the breast shaped moulds had found their target, Jill felt them suck onto her chest, moments later feeling small pin prick in each nipple, before a cold sensation started to creep over her skin.

"Do not worry," stated the booth as a warm thick substance started to flood the breast moulds, "I have just injected you with a carbon displacement catalyst."

"Carbon displacement catalyst?"

"It breaks the covalent bonding around the carbon in your soft skin allowing it to be fused with the iron in this gel, forming carbon steel. Once that is done the outer layers of your new casing will be composed of chromium based steel, then the catalyst will link your nerves to the sensors built into your new shell."

"Stainless steel?"

"That's right, why do you think we robots don't rust and are always shiny, well nearly always."

"I had no idea."

"Yes robots like the ones you often encounter are made with an outer casing of stainless steel, which rarely needs cleaning."

Around thirty minutes later Jill heard a bell go off somewhere deep in the booth, once that had happened there was a hissing noise as the moulds dropped away from her body.

As the steam cleared from around Jill's breasts she could see that, what once had been soft pink skin topped by dark red nipples, was now shiny hard metal topped by even more shiny metal. Tapping her new iron hard breasts twice and hearing the sound of her jewelry clunking on them caused a little thrill to run up Jill's spine, along with a wonderfully sensitive, almost electric sensation from the contact of metal on metal, flowing through her newly enhanced nerves.

Pulling her top on, Jill transferred the amount of credits that the booth wanted for the transformation to his account, including a nice tip and then she left, happy with her metal cans.

That evening at work, Jill quickly found out that the robots loved her new metal breasts and the funny thing was, so did she. A few days passed rather normally for Jill, but then she started to hear stories about how much more popular she was with the modifications she had made to her body, only driving her desire further down a one way path….

Just one short week after Jill had gotten her breasts converted, she was back at the booth yet again. This time she was having her neck converted, for what seemed like a very good reason in her mind: Her neck was just so visible above her now shiny, metal chest, and she wanted it to match.

He queried, “Do you want it to meet with your breasts, or do you want it to cover just your neck?  Do you want it to include the underside of your chin and go all the way to your ears?”

“Meet my breasts please, but don’t cover my shoulders yet. Yes, all the way to the underside of my chin and the bottom of my ears, up to my hair line in back,” Jill dreamily replied.

Again the repair booth scanned her, providing a mould custom contoured to her neck, down her chest and up to her chin, just like she’d requested. This time around, the coolness of the carbon catalyst was a familiar sensation, one Jill enjoyed greatly, before the warm gel containing the nanomachines and raw materials was injected. More gel was used than Jill expected, but the repair booth knew his job well, realizing that this time she was asking for a complete body part to be replaced, one he had the schematics in storage for, with some minor modifications to continue support for her organic components above and below.

After almost two hours, the process was done. Jill looked at herself in the provided mirror, finding she looked like she was wearing tight metal collar, a look that flowed well down to her shiny, metallic cleavage. It wasn't until Jill spoke that the subconscious truth behind her desire to have her neck converted became plain to see.

"Thank you again," stated Jill in her new robotic voice as she paid the booth.

"You are more than welcome," stated the booth.

That night with her robot voice, Jill found that she could thrill her clients in a whole new way, just by whispering sexual things to them in a voice they knew was of their own kind.

Getting home late that evening after a full night with so many robots, Jill was just putting her hair up when she found something odd on the back of her neck, it was like some kind of hole.

Picking up her camera, Jill used it to take a photo of the back of her neck and when she looked at the photo she was kind of shocked to find that she had a full data port on the back of her neck. As Jill studied the photo she realized by the green light coming from the data port that it wasn't just for decoration, it was a real port and it was online. With a thrill running from head to toe, lingering somewhere in the middle, she wondered if she could now be programmed, like any other robot… any other robot?  Was that what she wanted?  Could she now use the data port in her chosen vocation, linking her more intimately with her clients?  The thoughts both thrilled and disturbed her, one more than the other.

That night as Jill slept, she had such weirdly erotic dreams of being dipped into a vat of metal by robots and coming out as a full robot herself. The following morning Jill couldn't get the images from the dream out of her head, but still she decided to do what she would normally do during the day, house calls.

For the rest of that week Jill's sleeping mind was bombarded by same images over and over again, until she couldn't take them anymore and she knew what she needed to do.

Back at the booth, Jill requested that he convert her whole torso, which was no easy task.

"You do know a full conversion of your torso will take nearly two days," stated the booth.

"Why so long?" asked Jill, who really wanted to get back to work.

"In this case I don't have to just convert your outer tissue, or make minor modifications to an existing design. I have to convert your soft inner tissue, so if you want to do this repair, be prepared to sleep for forty six hours."

Knowing she had to do what she had to do Jill smiled.

"I guess my clients can wait a day or two," said Jill, "sign me up."

At that point Jill was injected with a sedative drug. As the drug kicked in, a pair of robot arms caught her, undressing her before starting the scan and fabrication process.

Awakening from her sleep Jill quickly looked down, seeing that her whole torso had been converted, just like she had wanted. Taking stock as she stood up, Jill realized that, with her arms, legs and head the only parts of her that hadn't been converted, she was technically now more robot than human, causing Jill to nearly orgasm on the spot as she paid the booth.

From that day onward things moved so quickly for Jill, business was way up, she was now welcome into the bar as one of their kind and her cold metal torso, as well as her metal breasts, turned her on more now than ever. She found her endurance had increased greatly, and her metal parts now felt more natural to her than her remaining fleshly bits.

Arriving at home well after midnight, Jill was hungry for something, but not sex or something to eat. The feeling seemed to be coming from her belly button. Instinctively, she placed a finger in it, pressing down lightly. With a small click, she felt something open up inside her navel. Rushing over to the mirror, she found a standard robot power receptacle inside. A thrill ran through her mind, understanding now that she would require recharging just like her customers. Jill rummaged around in her closet, finding the charger she had purchased for emergency use by her clients. Now she needed it herself.

Alone in bed that night, plugged in to recharge, Jill still found she was driven by the dreams that she had and, deeper yet, the fact that the robots had welcomed her as one of their own only amplified matters.

Just over a week after Jill's torso conversion, she was back at the booth yet again, this time with long metal tubes clamped over her arms. As the tubes were pumped full of carbon displacement catalyst, Jill smiled because even the feeling of the conversion process felt so good to her.

A few hours later, when the process was finally over and the steam had cleared away, Jill was free to look at her still jewelry encrusted metal-segmented fingers. Giving her newly metal fingers a good wiggle, Jill flexed her new smooth metal arms a few times before she giggled, an amazing synthetic sound of joy.

Paying the booth Jill stepped out. As she walked down the street, she realized that the humans were looking at her oddly, most likely because she appeared to be a human head on a robot torso with robot arms and human legs -- something that didn't make sense to them. She felt oddly disconnected from them, but much closer to her robotic brethren than ever. It should have worried her, but instead it made her feel even more accepted, more certain that what she had done and was doing were the right choices.

Just three days after her arms had been converted, Jill realized she was ready to take the final steps towards her ultimate dream. So she returned to the booth once more….

There in the booth, a helmet like mould was clamped around Jill's head, while a set of tubes were placed around her legs. As the carbon displacement catalyst flooded the devices the booth knew that Jill's head was the hardest part of the transformation, due to the scale of the internal changes. KJ-92 had warned her of the complexity involved, the chance for a less than 100% perfect translation from organics to cybernetics, but Jill knew that she could only be happier this way.

For hours, turning into days, the booth worked on Jill's head until it was finally done. Almost a week had passed, her legs had been finished days previously. He knew that, while she would no longer be needing further conversion services, she’d be sure to come to him for any repairs needed, so it wouldn’t be the last of her he’d see.

As Jill was released from the grip of the machine she saw her new face in the mirror, her now shiny metal face. Looking down rather quickly, Jill saw her new legs, which were now metal terminating in metal high heels. Everything matched, everything felt perfect. Nothing remained of her pale, squishy, pink prior existence, all was shiny bright chrome, as it should be.

Looking back at her metal face, Jill, in the grip of metal lust, had but one thought on her mind.

"Reprogram me into the ultimate robot whore!" screamed Jill out loud.

"Gladly miss," responded the booth.

With that a long cable snaked out from the booth and quickly connected itself to Jill’s data port. As soon as the connection was stable the booth started to fulfill Jill's request, running a program that would backup all her files before opening them and editing them to match her desires.

As the program worked on editing Jill's files so they matched her request of being the ultimate robot whore, he found some that just were not convertible, so they were archived before the program moved on.

When all was said and done and all the files in Jill's memory banks had succumbed to the reprogramming, the cable was removed from her data port and she was commanded to reboot.

Opening her robot eyes, J.I.L.L. smiled as her updated files told her that she was Robot Whore Unit Alpha One (RWU-A1) and that she had been designated as the Journeying Intercourse Loving Loop-tool  (J.I.L.L.).

"So," said RWU-A1, "would you like to service me in a whole different kind of way, big boy?"

"Oh yeah baby," said the booth as he popped out his massive metal dong.

Leaving the booth behind once she had done her thing, Robot Whore Unit A1 slinked off down the side walk, with her metal heels pinging on the pavement, the afternoon sun glinting off her silver casing, as the booth's thick black oil oozed into her panties. Turning a corner into her new existence, J.I.L.L. knew what she had been programmed to do and she knew she would do it well.

End.