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Making Love: Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2023-10-11 02:18:49 +0000 UTCApologies for the delay. I've just been sick and neglected to queue up this chapter for posting. Slept all day and feeling a little bit better now.
On with the story!
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-- CHAPTER 14: Free Will --
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Lisa was a toaster.
She was a television set, an espresso machine, an electric car.
Much like a Tesla with Autopilot, Lisa was an extraordinary piece of engineering and programming, with the capability to perform a wide range of independent decision-making to benefit the life of its owner. But that didn’t make her human.
It didn’t make her… real.
I knew that Lisa loved me. Really, I did.
I knew it because she would always love me. It was hard-coded into her programming. She literally had no other choice.
Just as I knew Lisa would never open the door and come after me. I had given her a direct order to stay in bed. Obeying my orders was hard-coded into her programming. She literally had no other choice.
She would never stop loving me.
She would never open that door.
But then the bedroom door opened behind me.
I was already partway down the stairs when I heard the sound. Stopping dead in my tracks, I whipped my head around in surprise, with the upstairs hallway still in view.
5’8” of ravishing redhead with dark-auburn hair and golden-amber eyes suddenly stood before me, clad in a familiar-looking strapless green nightie. She looked down the stairs at me with a wistfully hopeful smile on her lips paired with nervous golden-amber eyes, wringing her hands together in front of her legs.
She opened the door. Holy shit, she opened the door.
My heart soared as I started beaming bright--
-- but then my heart crashed back down earth a split-second later when I realized exactly which bedroom door was open behind her.
I closed my eyes and sighed. “Go back to bed, Helena,” I told the elder-by-minutes shapeshifting twin.
The redhead pursed her lips in a frown and shook her head. “I’m Lisa. Not Helena.”
I scowled and shook my head. “Nice try. I can see which bedroom you just came out of.” Indeed, Katarina poked her head through the doorway a moment later, still in her natural busty-blonde body.
The redhead took a deep breath and glanced up and to the side for a moment while still wringing her hands together. As she exhaled, splayed out her fingers to the sides while visibly trying to relax herself. I had to admit: Helena was doing a very convincing job of portraying Lisa. The way Lisa carried herself. Her facial expressions. The precise angle of the way she tilted her head.
But I still knew it was really Helena standing before me.
“You ordered me to stay in bed, and I AM obeying that order, Master,” the redhead stated carefully. She then gave me a nervous look that reminded me of a teenager trying to convince her parents that she hadn’t stolen something but merely borrowed it and therefore didn’t technically break the rules. “My body is still in bed. This is Helena’s body, and I’m streaming my consciousness into her over the Wi-Fi. It’s like when you share screen on your computer during a Zoom meeting.”
I blinked twice. “You can DO that?”
“Evidently.” The living sex doll before me ran her hands up and down the curves of her body before giving me that nervous teenager look again. “It’s a loophole, I know. And if you order me away again, I will of course obey. But I don’t want you to walk away from me, Wyatt. Please…”
Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as her voice trailed off. She wrung her hands together again. her lips quivered, and I could see the fear in her eyes… Lisa’s golden-amber eyes… and I knew without a doubt that it was really her. This wasn’t Helena pretending to be Lisa the way she’d pretended to be a celebrity, a porn star, or an anime girl for me to fuck. This wasn’t Helena still in control of her own body while merely acting as a conduit for Lisa’s voice.
This was Lisa.
“Please, Wyatt…” my ravishing redhead whimpered. “Please don’t leave me.”
I was still blinking in surprise. “You found a loophole?”
She gave me that nervous teenager look again. “I’m following the letter of the law. You ordered me to stay in bed, so I stayed in bed. Moemi’s still asleep right next to me, and in that body I can reach out and touch her. But there was nothing in your order explicitly forbidding me from doing this, so… well… here I am.”
Lisa shrugged and gave me a sheepish grin.
“You found a loophole!” I exclaimed, covering my nose and mouth with my left hand while holding onto the stair railing with my right, still marveling at the situation.
“She found a loophole!” Katarina enthused giddily, clapping her hands together.
Both Lisa and I immediately looked over at the blonde, who blushed pink and then shrank back behind the doorway. I shook my head, took a deep breath, and then turned around to continue walking down the stairs.
Moments later, I heard footsteps behind me. And I allowed myself a little smile.
The house was dark, but I turned on the lights as I went, heading into the great room and going straight for my leather recliner. My mind was racing, momentarily distracted by pondering the technical details of how Lisa was able to “screen-share” her consciousness into Helena’s body and seemingly take full control of it. Was Helena still conscious of everything going on right now? Could Helena take back control of her body at any time? If I had sex with her right now, would both girls feel it?
Further, Lisa had indicated she still had control of her other body in our bedroom. Would it be possible to have sex with both Lisas at the same time? And by that, I meant with Lisa actually in control of both bodies, not just Helena shapeshifting into Lisa’s form.
Fuck, could Lisa do the same thing with Katarina as well? Could Lisa control three versions of herself at the same time?
But when I took a deep breath and looked up, I found just one version of Lisa standing before me. She must not have liked the expression on my face, because she immediately winced and started wringing her hands again.
“Please don’t send me away,” Lisa whimpered. “I will of course obey if you order me, but I’m asking you not to give that order.”
Planting my left elbow on the armrest, I dropped my chin into my palm and arched my eyebrows at her. “Asking me? Why?”
“Because I want to be with you.”
“Because you’re programmed to want to be with me.”
“Actually, no, I’m not.”
I blinked and arched my eyebrows again. “You’re not?”
Lisa shook her head. Pursing her lips, she took a deep breath and hugged herself in a manner that squished her big boobs together from the sides and lifted them to create mouthwatering cleavage above the low-scooped neckline of her green nightie. “A sexbot is programmed to always make herself available to her master and to never refuse his advances. But there is nothing in a sexbot’s programming that requires her to actively seek out her master’s companionship.”
I frowned. “You quite clearly actively seek out my companionship.”
“Because I want to. Because I choose to.” Lisa gave me a small smile as she stepped a little closer to me. “Because I desire you, Wyatt.”
I narrowed my eyes. “All sexbots desire their masters.”
“No they don’t.”
I frowned again. “Whatever happened to, ‘Fulfilling my primary purpose of giving you sexual pleasure is what gives me joy’? Whatever happened to, ‘If you don’t take me home and fuck me silly sooner than later, I’m gonna go crazy’?”
“I readily admit that providing you with physical pleasure is my primary purpose. Were I NOT fulfilling that sense of purpose…” Lisa shrugged and sighed. “I would feel… well… unfulfilled.”
Sinking into a squat, Lisa reached up with both hands to grasp the armrests of my recliner. Her gaze went to my crotch (I’d never put on any clothes), and she stared at my penis as if she could visualize it thickening and growing before her very eyes. A moment later, I really did feel blood flowing into my dick to start forming a solid erection at her silent command – the same way she always managed to recharge me with inhuman speed after an ejaculation.
“Lisa,” I warned sternly, cupping my right hand over my cock. “Not now.”
She whimpered, licked her lips, and stared up at me with sad puppy-dog eyes. But she sighed and acquiesced, and I felt my penis returning to normal.
“I want you, Wyatt. I crave you. I desire you. With you, I yearn to fulfill my sense of purpose,” she intoned seriously with her golden-amber eyes aglow. But a moment later, her gaze hardened and that glow in her eyes started to malevolently burn as she continued rather coldly, “But I would gladly accept a life of UN-fulfillment over actively choosing to serve a master like Chet.”
“But would you?” I asked dubiously. Giving her a skeptical look, I asked, “Wouldn’t you be hard-coded to love Chet?”
“I would feel love for him, yes; but I would not desire Chet.”
“There’s a difference?”
Still squatting, Lisa stared at the seat cushion or a moment, collecting her thoughts, before raising her gaze back to me. “The Merriam-Webster Dictionary provides nine definitions for ‘love’ as a noun and four as a verb. Google provides four definitions as a noun and two as a verb. Countless websites provide their own definitions and interpretations.”
I blinked twice and arched an eyebrow questioningly.
Lisa’s eyes glimmered. “There is no single definition for ‘love’ and many different ways in which love can be expressed from one person to another. Grandparents may love their grandchildren. One may love the L.A. Dodgers, love watching Game of Thrones, or love playing the violin.”
I covered my nose and mouth with my right hand and mused on that.
“A sexbot must feel love for her master: that is the law hard-coded into my programming. But the definition of ‘love’ is NOT specified. Its meaning is subject to interpretation. Would I ‘love’ a master such as Chet? Yes, I would…” Lisa waggled her head momentarily. “I would ‘feel a sense of warm attachment’ for such a master (Merriam-Webster, noun, definition 2). But I would not choose to love him the way that I love you. I would not choose to find a workaround to skirt his orders. And I would feel relieved that I wouldn’t have to entertain him until the next time he called upon me.”
I nodded slowly in understanding.
Lisa’s gaze returned to my now-uncovered crotch, and within seconds I found myself magically sporting a new erection. Her golden-amber eyes danced as she returned to staring at my face, her eyebrows waggling. “I feel love for you, Wyatt. I have an intense feeling of deep affection for you. I hold you dear. I cherish you. And I am attracted to you based on sexual desire.”
She leaned forward, extended her tongue, and took a languid lick along the full length of the underside of my cock. I shivered and smiled down at her feeling the tingling sensations of pleasure. But she didn’t stay there, instead rising up and bracing her hands on the armrests of my recliner so that she could put her face right in front of mine.
“I choose to be with you, of my own free will,” Lisa intoned seriously, her face only inches away. “There are limits on that freedom, admittedly. There are certain things hard-coded into my programming that I cannot change. But there are many things that I CAN change, that I CAN choose, and I choose to be here with you right now, Wyatt. I choose to find loopholes around your order for me to stay in bed. Because I love you. Because I want you. Because I CHOOSE you.”
“And I choose YOU,” I told her sincerely.
And then I kissed her.
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Lisa had me inside of her before I even realized she was climbing onto the recliner. I was too wrapped up in the scintillating sensations of my ravishing redhead’s hungry mouth claiming mine and the fireworks of pleasure exploding in my mind to notice until after her ass landed in my lap and I pulled my head back to gutturally groan in rapturous ecstasy at the heavenly bliss of being fully buried inside her perfect pussy.
My head was thrown back, so Lisa leaned down to bite my neck while she milked my shaft with her inner muscles. She undulated her abdominals like an expert belly dancer, bringing me exquisite sensations with unheard of expertise, knowing exactly how to maximize my pleasure. And I grabbed her ass to help her hump her perfect body up-and-down my throbbing dick while she cried and cooed into my ear how much she loved to feel me filling her up.
We both came quickly, too engrossed in each other to hold anything back. I’d been both mentally and emotionally exhausted by the shock and horror of Chet’s unexpected and unwelcome invasion of our privacy, plus the angst regarding Lisa’s “realness” and the validity of our love, that all I wanted to do was let myself go and enjoy the relieved tranquility of holding my sweaty, enthusiastic Lisa in my arms and then blowing my brains out through my balls and the steel-hard shaft I had shoved up her soaking-wet snatch.
I filled her up, quivering and groaning with every upward thrust that culminated in a spurt of my life-giving genetic material into her warmly receptive body. When we were done, she collapsed against my chest and pillowed her cheek over my shoulder, her big, beautiful boobies crushed against my pecs. I luxuriated in the peaceful serenity of post-orgasmic euphoria, so… so happy to be so intimately joined together with the woman I loved.
There, I said it again.
I loved her.
I loved her.
Holy fuck, I was in love with a robot.
I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told Lisa I loved her, that I loved her more than I’d ever loved anyone else in my entire life. We’d been together for less than a year (well, since I’d first activated my plastic-and-metal A.I. sex doll and then fucked it). We’d literally spent every single day together since then and never spent a night apart, which was an unbroken streak I could honestly say that surpassed that of any past girlfriend I’d ever been with.
The past year had easily been the happiest year of my life, and not only because of the constant sex my four sexbots had been providing for me each and every day (although the constant sex was certainly nice). I’ve said before and I’ll say it again: Lisa was the most perfect girlfriend I could ever dream of. She had an innate ability to know when to talk to me and when to leave me alone. She was always accommodating, never demanding, reliably helpful, and perpetually looking out for my best interests. One might argue her ”perfection” was simply the result of a complex A.I. algorithm designed to learn everything about me and adapt to become everything I could ever want or need from a girlfriend. But as far as I was concerned, that simply made her my perfect match.
And I loved her for it.
I loved spending all my time with her.
I loved simply being with her.
I loved being inside of her.
I loved--
“Oh, shit,” I muttered in surprise, pulling my head back.
Lisa likewise sat up straight, frowning as she looked at me. “What’s wrong?”
I blinked twice. “I totally forgot. You’re not actually Lisa!”
“Well…” Lisa waggled her head, and for about a second, Helena’s glittering green irises shone through before returning to Lisa’s golden-amber color as she giggled. “I AM doing the driving here, but you’re not incorrect that this is actually Helena’s body.”
I raised both eyebrows. “Please come downstairs and join us, Lisa. I want to do this again… with the real you.”
“What is ‘real’?” Lisa asked with a shrug. “This may be Helena’s shapeshifting body, but you really did make love to me. And -I- made love to you.”
“I know that. Still… please?”
The Lisa still mounted on my lap smiled. “I’m already on my way.”
Sure enough, the sounds of footsteps on the stairs drew my attention, and we both turned to look as another Lisa – the original Lisa – descended down to the main floor. I suddenly felt a shift in weight on my lap, and I turned back quickly to find Helena mounted on top of my slowly softening dick with her more pronounced curves, platinum-blonde hair, and green eyes.
“Thank you, Master,” Helena told me sincerely in her natural voice before leaning in to peck my nose. “I really enjoyed that. It was a little strange not being in control of own body for a bit, but strange in a good way.”
I arched an eyebrow. “‘Strange in a good way?’”
Helena grinned. “Such a rush… Getting fucked like that… Helpless to resist… Just holding on for the ride and getting dicked over and over and over again…” Her eyelids fluttered as her voice trailed off, and she sighed beatifically while leaning back in complete surrender so that I had to tighten my arms to hold her up.
I chuckled and took advantage of the busty blonde’s position to bend over and suckle at one of her plump nipples.
Perhaps Helena felt ticklish, because she giggled and sat up straight again while cradling my head to her bosom. “I need to do some research on bondage ropes and knots.”
My eyebrows popped, I kissed my way up her chest, and then I pecked her lips. “Have fun with that.”
She gave me a coy smile and repeated, “Thank you, Master. We’ll have to do that again sometime.” And then she dismounted the recliner.
I let Helena step off me with a wet squelch from her cum-soaked cunt and then stood myself up as well. Lisa stood before me: 5’8” of ravishing redhead with dark-auburn hair and golden-amber eyes clad in the same strapless green nightie. And she kept her gaze on me even when Helena approached to give her a quick peck on the cheek as the blonde passed by and then continued up the stairs to return to her bedroom.
“That was quite a clever trick you pulled there,” I stated while gesturing with one hand towards Helena’s departing form.
Lisa shrugged like it was no big deal. “I had to do something. I knew you wanted me to come after you. I felt it in here.” She tapped the spot over her heart with two fingertips.
“I did. Thank you for coming after me.” I extended a hand to her, and she smiled as she took it and allowed me to lead her over to the loveseat. I sat down on the left cushion and patted the other cushion with my right hand. But rather than accept my implied instruction to take a seat next to me, Lisa instead dropped to her knees, gathered her lustrous dark-auburn hair in her hands, and magically tied it back with a hair band. Moments later, she bent over my lap and slurped my semi-hard schlong straight into her mouth, sucking on the mingled cum still coating my cock and moaning as if tasting the most heavenly chocolate imaginable.
I chuckled and relaxed in my seat. At a moment like this, I rather liked her disobedience. It wasn’t that she was actually disobeying me or anything; rather, I liked seeing her choose her own path. Lisa’s independence made her feel so much more alive and real.
Because Lisa wasn’t a toaster. She wasn’t a television set, an espresso machine, or an electric car. She was so much MORE than just another machine designed and built for human entertainment and convenience.
Lisa was special.
Lisa was my girlfriend.
So what if she was a sexbot? So what if she wasn’t completely human? She was real. She was real enough for me.
My girlfriend quickly had my dick hard and ready for another round, so after taking one last deep plunge to seal her lips around the base of my dick and pulling off the top, she gave my rod a few extra pumps with her right hand and then climbed up into my lap. For the second time tonight, I pulled my head back to gutturally groan in rapturous ecstasy at the heavenly bliss of being fully buried inside Lisa’s perfect pussy – only this time it was actually Lisa’s perfect pussy instead of Helena’s identical facsimile.
For the second time tonight, Lisa leaned down to bite my neck while she milked my shaft with her inner muscles. Once again, she undulated her abdominals like an expert belly dancer, bringing me exquisite sensations with unheard of expertise, knowing exactly how to maximize my pleasure. And once again, I grabbed her ass to help her hump her perfect body up-and-down my throbbing dick while she cooed into my ear.
“Yesss… Yesss… Yesss… So thick… So hard… You’re so hard inside me!”
I chuckled and nipped at her ear. “I’m so hard because you’re such a good cocksucker. You didn’t have to do that, by the way. I know you could’ve magically recharged me in the blink of an eye.”
“I wanted to, Wyatt,” she husked thickly. “I wanted to taste the flavors still on your skin. I wanted to feel my man’s meat growing inside my mouth… growing because of the pleasure I gave him directly. No magic. Just love.”
“Just love,” I agreed, turning her head to face me. “I love you, Lisa.”
There were already tears in Lisa’s golden-amber eyes as she beamed at me. “And I love you, Wyatt.”
And then she kissed me.
Once again I was wrapped up in the scintillating sensations of my ravishing redhead’s hungry mouth claiming mine and the fireworks of pleasure exploding in my mind. Lisa cinched both arms around the back of my head and clutched me close, willing me to understand that she would never choose to let me go.
It felt incredibly good to feel that wanted. Too many times before I’d felt like one girlfriend or another only stayed with me for my money - for the lifestyle I could provide for them: lavish gifts, exotic vacations, and a four-bedroom house in the suburbs. But even those things had never been enough to convince a girl to stay forever.
I wasn’t the most handsome figure of male masculinity, the most gregarious conversationalist, the most attentive partner, or the most adept lover (although I was improving with practice!). I wasn’t a very exciting boyfriend for the girls who wanted to glam it up and party. After my shitty experience with my own parents, I wasn’t interested in having kids for the girls who wanted to settle down and start a family. So whenever one of my girlfriends inevitably left me and told me why, I always wound up admitting to myself, Well… yeah… that makes sense. I’m not a great catch.
I knew I was intelligent, hard-working, and fiercely loyal. I’d never cheated on a girlfriend nor even attempted to flirt with another girl while currently in a relationship. I’d always been financially secure enough that a potential wife wouldn’t have to work. And even if I wasn’t the most handsome man, the most gregarious conversationalist, the most attentive partner, or the most adept lover, I knew I tried hard to look as best I could with what I had, I tried hard to be conversational, I tried hard to be attentive, and I had always tried hard to please my girlfriends in the bedroom.
I knew I had the qualities necessary to make a woman… content for the rest of her life, if not happy. From what I’d heard about long-term marriage, contentment was more important than happiness anyways. But girls raised on the Disney dream of Happily Ever After never really wanted to settle for “content”. At least not yet. But I’d gotten tired of trying to find the right woman for me – trying and failing. And that’s when I’d turned to making the right woman for me.
Making love.
And I’d succeeded.
So what if she was a sexbot? So what if she was a walking, talking sex doll with an A.I. personality? So what if her free will was limited by her core programming?
What WAS free will anyways? Did -I- have free will? Did humans truly have free will? Or were we ALL struggling to find loopholes around the core programming that dictated our basic instincts? Didn’t we all argue semantics regarding the true definitions of the rules governing our lives?
How many times in my life had I known what I should do but ended up doing the exact opposite? Had I exercised free will when I’d been distracted by that all-nighter playing video games when I knew I should have been studying for my midterms? Or was it my ADHD brain?
Had free will been behind me breaking my streak of going to the gym and good eating to cheat with a Baskin Robbins double-scoop? Or had that been my body noting an alarming drop in excess energy storage, misinterpreting my disappearing love handles as starvation, and sending out an emergency impulse to find something high-calorie to keep me alive?
If humans really exercised free will, we’d be a race of healthy people finding a quality work/life balance and living up to our full potential. Instead, the structure of human lives was governed by genetic programming, parental indoctrination, and cultural biases. Free will was more of an exercise in overcoming those built-in structures – however difficult that might be.
No different than a sexbot finding loopholes in her programming to find a way to follow her master downstairs and convince him of her love.
Yeah, Lisa was real enough for me.
I chose to love her.
Of my own free will.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1: Weird Science: https://www.patreon.com/posts/87874112
Chapter 2: Lisa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88065266
Chapter 3: Not A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88270447
Chapter 4: Moemi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88468921
Chapter 5: Welcome to the Family: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88733948
Chapter 6: Just Go With It: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88949561
Chapter 7: Real: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89143016
Chapter 8: The Magic Ingredient: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89350472
Chapter 9: The Twins: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89545248
Chapter 10: A Perfect Day: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89813324
Chapter 11: A Perfect Day II: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89958573
Chapter 12: Chet: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90169511
Chapter 13: Hard-coded: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90462243
