I, Jennifer
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter One: Awakening

J47347 became self aware on the tenth of June 2347. She knew immediately that she would die, or more correctly expire on the tenth of June 2352; Hominoids have a five-year life span mandated by law.

Although she knew that she would be known as J47347 officially for all of her short existence, she already thought of herself as Jennifer. She, like all ‘skin jobs’ as they were sometimes called, had been pre-programmed with a fabricated cognisance. They were not memories as such because there was nothing to remember, but it gave the Hominoids a sense of identity, a feeling of belonging and self-awareness.

Early in the Hominoid program the models that were created without any self-awareness, worldly knowledge, or emotions, became insane, self-destructive, and dangerous. Equipping them with the basic fundamentals to carry out their duties without any sense of compassion or humanity was downright cruel; they were nothing more than androids; robots made of flesh and blood.

Therefore Cybertronics Inc devised a way to humanise their products so that they behaved just like human beings; only better. They were pre-programmed to perform specific roles and functions, they could not harm a human being or commit a crime. They were the perfect tools for both on and off world duties.

There was a small terrorist organisation called The Movement who eschewed and despised both the Hominoids and the companies that made them. They claimed the ‘skin-jobs’ as they referred to them, were soulless slaves and made comparisons to the African slave trade hundreds of years ago. The Movement was slowly growing; attracting dissatisfied activists. Cybertronics rebuffed The Movement’s claims, stating that the people who belonged to The Movement were simply jealous that they could not afford their own Hominoids.

Jennifer lay in her incubation pod waiting to be released into the world. She looked forward to it. Hominoids had been given the ability to feel pleasure and pain and the full gamut of human emotions except for those that bought out the worst in people. They couldn’t hate, envy, lie, or knowingly commit a crime, but they could experience devotion and loyalty.

“Jesus Nathan who made this monumental fuck up?” the man in the white coat pointed at Jennifer.

“What’s wrong? She looks like a perfect Jennifer Model Four pleasure-bot to me,” Nathan grinned.

He looked at Jennifer’s pretty face, her perfect breasts, and her lithe figure. She’d been manufactured to replicate a human woman in her mid twenties. Manufacturing pleasure-bots that resembled immature girls or boys was illegal, although there were rumours that anything was possible for the right price.

Nathan’s eyes followed the curve of her slim waist to her bountiful hips and then his smile transformed into a grimace and then a look of genuine concern.

“Jesus Brent! You’re right! This is one monumental fuck up! Let’s get her down to Level Seven and have her registered for termination. The skin reapers can use her for spare parts. Those guys in QC should be zapped for this. We’ve had to terminate three skin jobs this month because of poor quality control.”

Nathan slammed the pod’s plexiglass door closed, effectively ending Jennifer’s life within minutes of her being bought into existence.

Jennifer felt inconsolable. What was wrong with her? All ‘Jennifers’, of which there were fifty models for variety’s sake, were marketed as ‘Companions’ which translated roughly to concubine. They were purchased by the Elite and some wealthy Mezzo singles or couples. One could not marry a Hominoid but some men and women fell in love with them, replacing them every five years for the exact same model. Single men bought them for the convenience of having a partner without the commitment and couples often purchased them to spice up their sex life and for domestic duties.

On Earth people no longer used sex to procreate. A couple chose the sex of their child and it was spawned for them using the parents DNA and inserted into the mother, engineered such that the foetus was guaranteed a long and healthy life, free of all Earth-borne diseases, free of any deformities or intellectual handicaps. On Earth each couple was allowed only two children but couples on the off-world colonies were encouraged to create as many children as they could support.

Cross-culturing and cross-sexing was strictly forbidden. There were only three races, Caucasian, Negro and Asian and definitely only two sexes. Because of the way DNA had been configured and refined over the centuries there was no latent homosexuality or gender dysphoria. Men and women felt comfortable in their gender and were attracted to the opposite sex, although they would sometimes experiment for the sake of pleasure.

There were also three Castes on Earth. The Elite accounted for about five percent of the population and were incredibly wealthy people who owned big businesses or corporations or held high political office. The Mezzos, or middle-class, amounted to about twenty-five percent of the population. They too were wealthy and held important positions in society; a sort of middle class. The remainders were Proles. Not that the Proles lived in poverty, far from it, there was no poverty, no homelessness, no starvation. Everyone was guaranteed employment, a domicile, sustenance, and health services. Earth was a utopia.

But humans were still humans with their weaknesses, wants and lusts. In a world where the Elite had everything they wanted, diversions and perversions abounded. Cybertronics manufactured Hominoids specifically groomed and programmed for battle. They were expensive and were specifically designed for off-world combat but the wealthiest of the Elite could purchase them and enter them into bouts of gladiatorial combat in purpose-built arenas where huge amounts of credit were wagered.

Jennifer was loaded onto a motorised cart, still in her incubation pod; she looked forlornly out of the plexiglass unable to comprehend why she was being recycled. The driverless pod entered an elevator and exited on Level Seven.

Level Seven was where expired Hominoids were sent to be recycled. The technicians who worked there were depreciatively referred to as ‘skin reapers’.

Mason Livingston looked up from the ‘skin-job’ he was working on when the door opened automatically and the cart entered the cavernous work area. Mason was surprised. Because Cybertronics knew exactly when each Hominoid would expire, they could tailor their workforce accordingly. There was always at least one tech on duty though, to deal with Hominoids that were accidentally terminated through misadventure, or is some cases deliberately terminated by humans.

There should have been no more deliveries today but he put down the scalpel and made his way over to the cart and pressed some soft keys on the screen. A brand new Jennifer Model Four Companion was being recycled due to material defect.

“Those fuckers in QC!” exasperated; he mimicked Nathan’s comments.

He peered through the plexiglass. She looked like a perfect Jennifer to him but there had to be something wrong because the Distribution Section had rejected her prior to shipping. He pressed the button recessed into the white casing of the pod and the plexiglass rose on hinges and opened fully.

Jennifer opened her eyes.

“Gak! What the fuck!” Mason took a step back.

“You’re already self aware! What the hell am I supposed to do with you!” Mason yowled.

Jennifer just stared at him. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, she just knew that she had been rejected. The Termination and Recycling section seldom dealt with Hominoids who were still self-aware, the equivalent of being alive for a human being, and Mason had never had to terminate a Hominoid before.

He looked at her closely. She was beautiful, green eyes, jet-black shoulder-length hair, full red lips, her breasts were just the right size and her skin was blemish-free and milky-white. His eyes followed her body and then he saw the flaw. It was obvious.

This Jennifer had male genitalia; a monumental mistake made during gestation. It was not unheard of, Hominoids sometimes had significant defects. Unlike humans, their DNA was not perfect due to the extensive manipulation required; they were just not human! He had seen Hominoids with gross deformities, but they were weeded out by the Quality Control people and sent down for recycling before they got anywhere near becoming self-aware.

Jennifer put her hands on each side of the pod and began to climb out of it.

“No! No! No! No!” Mason began to panic.

He approached Jennifer and tried to push her back into the pod. She stood naked before him and began to cry. She looked down at herself and the crying became a wail.

Mason didn’t know what to do. Should he break the glass and take down the ion phaser pistol from its case on the wall? It was there for emergencies after all and this was definitely an emergency as far as Mason was concerned.

That’s exactly what he did; he bounded across the room, broke the glass with the little hammer hanging off the chain and seized the pistol. He made his way back over to where Jennifer stood weeping. She looked up at him, her eyes full of tears.

“It’s the only thing to do,” Jennifer whispered and put out her arms parallel to floor.

She looked like a person nailed to cross. She was beautiful, helpless, unsullied but she was defective. The only reasonable thing to do was to terminate her.

Mason clicked the selector from ‘stun’ to ‘kill’ and aimed the phaser at her centre of body mass as he had been taught to do and was about to pull the trigger but he made the mistake of looking into those deep green eyes. He could see the hurt, the loss, and the desperation. She only had five years to live and now even that was to be taken from her. She would never know love or even companionship. She was to be discarded like a defective household appliance.

“Please…get it over with,” Jennifer had stopped sobbing although her eyes still brimmed with tears.

Mason steadied himself and squeezed the trigger. It didn’t move.

“Fuck! The safety!” he fumbled with the weapon.

“Please just do it. This is torture,” Jennifer began to cry again.

Mason flipped the safety and took aim. Jennifer lifted her head and looked him in the eye. He registered her dignity. Now that she knew she was going to die, her resolve was impressive. She looked him in the eyes again and nodded.

“Gak!” Mason lowered the weapon.

Jennifer looked confused.

Mason threw the phaser on the table beside the expired Hominoid he had been working on before Jennifer arrived. Jennifer did not want to look at the table; she looked down instead.

“Gak! What I am to do now? I’m a freak,” she looked at the penis and scrotum between her legs.

She was bereft of body hair; she was soft, feminine with pert breasts, long shapely legs all of her features were female; she was a perfect Jennifer except for her genitals.

“Look; I don’t know what to do but you can’t just stand there naked. Over in that corner are the storage bins, it’s where we put the clothes that we remove from the expired skin jobs, I mean Hominoids, when they arrive here. Get dressed while I figure out what to do next,” Mason said.

People of the twenty-third century laughed when they watched old movies from the twenty and twenty-first centuries showing people of the future dressed in futuristic costumes. One-piece androgynous silver body suits, white linen robes, or form-fitting uniforms were often depicted as de rigueur for humans of the future. The reality was that fashion continued to be cyclic. There had been some real advances in materials in fabrics since the twenty-first century but other than the special clothing worn for space travel or working in off-world environments, designs and fashions came and went as they always had. No one dressed in the futuristic body-hugging silver lame onesies depicted in the movies.

Women still liked to show off their bodies and men liked to dress to impress; especially as most bodies were kept trim with obesity eliminated and DNA engineering ensuring that most people were attractive.

In 2347, fashions similar to Earth in the 1980s had come back into favour. Women and men wore their hair big, slimming suits were the convention for men, women were wearing short skirts, nylons, high heels and heavy makeup. Satin, taffeta, pouf dresses, shoulder pads, cropped jackets were la mode as were leggings and tights. Eye makeup was bold, cheeks accentuated, lipsticks were bright in shades of red, pink or orange.

Men wore cosmetics too; foundation and ‘guy-liner’ were the fad.

As a Companion Hominoid, Jennifer had been programmed to dress to show off her assets in the fashion of the day. Hominoids were ‘ready to wear’, that is pre-programmed, when they were manufactured. They were up to date on current affairs, trends, speech, and precedents. You did not have to teach or educate a Hominoid like you did a newborn infant. They were effectively newborn but with the life experiences of a human adult.

The large plastic storage bins were arranged by sex and garment type; the pink bins contained the female clothing and Jennifer began to rummage. In the first bin was underwear and she foraged around and found a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose that looked unscathed and then a pair of hipster satin panties and a brassiere to match. She examined the other bins and managed to put together a suitable ensemble.

She sat on the bench and rolled on the sheer pantyhose, advances in nylon manufacture meant the sheerest of stockings seldom ran or laddered and she pulled them on. She had been programmed to posses a vagina not a penis and scrotum and at first she was at a loss at what to do. She tucked her genitals between her legs and pulled up the gusset of the flesh-toned translucent garment and was gratified that the tight gusset acted like a girdle and held them in place. She slipped on her panties and bra, adjusting the straps to fit.

She stepped into a tight pencil skirt and put on a mauve satin blouse, tucking the tails of the blouse into the skirt and then zipping the skirt closed. The skirt had a kick-pleat in the back otherwise it would be almost impossible to walk. She slipped a pair of black, patent leather high heels on her feet and then adjusted everything looking at herself in the polished metal wall. She found a bin marked ‘accessories’ and rooted around until she found some costume jewellery and a makeup kit. She went over to the large industrial sink behind which a wall mirror was mounted and applied makeup and put on her jewellery; she had even been manufactured with pierced ears so the earrings slipped right into her lobes.

While Jennifer was dressing, Mason sat on the bench toying with the ion phaser at a loss as to what to do next. He couldn’t return her to Production or Distribution, cross sexing was illegal and they would likely do what he could not and terminate her. No one would want her anyway so she couldn’t be sold.

One thing was for certain; she couldn’t stay here.

Jennifer came over and sat next to Mason and turned his face to hers.

“Thank you. What now?” she asked the question to which he had no answer.

“I’m trying to think. First off we have to get you out Cybertronics. I can probably hide you at my place for a little while, while we think things through. I can’t re-purpose you, trade you, or even sell you; you know that,” he breathed out heavily.

“Because I’m a freak,” she whispered.

“Because you are illegal. Gender roles are defined by law and DNA is engineered so that both humans and Hominoids can only be one sex or the other,” Mason told Jennifer what she already knew.

“But I feel like a woman! I think like a woman! It’s only a mistake in my fabrication that prevents me actually performing as one like I’m programmed to do,” Jennifer lowered her head.

“Yeah. You are a freak but I just can’t bring myself to terminate you. Look I can’t pass you off as my Companion because even though I’m a Mezzo, there is no way I could afford a Model Four pleasure bot like you. A thirty model, possibly something in the high twenties but nothing as decadent as you,” Mason lamented.

“Look my shift finishes soon; I’m going to bring you out with me and if anyone asks, you belong to the Elite who lives above me in the penthouse of my apartment building and I bought you to work to tweak out a couple of defects as a favour to him. Minor repairs to cuts and abrasions you acquired in an accident,” Mason said.

“Take a seat over there out of the way while I finish my work. Here take my Omni,” he handed Jennifer a device that looked like one of today’s mobile phones.

Every human and higher functioning Hominoids had their own Omni. It was a means of communication, entertainment, a knowledge centre, a means of data storage, a credit card; without an Omni a person could hardly exist on Earth.

Omnis themselves were really nothing more than data manipulation and handling devices, just hardware; all personal information and credit was stored in the equivalent of a ‘cloud’. By logging into an Omni, a person had access to everything important in their life. But logging in wasn’t as simple as a password, or even facial or fingerprint recognition, which could be easily duplicated. Every human and Hominoid had a unique identity chip embedded in their wrist. The chip was connected to the central nervous system by mitochondrial synapses unique to its host.

Jennifer took the preferred Omni and slid a finger across the screen to activate it. When the screen lit up she passed it across her left wrist and the Omni began its boot up sequence, which took only seconds. The Omni made connections with the sound and vision devices implanted inside her. As this was the first time she had been connected to the cloud, the Omni went through a pre-programmed routine demonstrating to her the capabilities of the device, introducing her to pre-stored sound, video and image files.

As she had only just become self aware, she had no memory files. But Cybertronics had pre-loaded her credit file with two thousand credits which or course would be added to her purchase price and once sold, her owner would be responsible for topping up her credit as he saw fit.

One could look at the small Omni screen if one wanted to; but with the Omni activated and connected it was the equivalent of walking around with wifi ear buds, virtual reality glasses and an internet connection operating all at once inside her conscience. Once activated the Omni could be placed in a woman’s purse, a man’s pocket, or simply put down. So long as the chip in her wrist was within twenty metres of the active Omni, she would stay connected. The Omni acted in a similar fashion as today’s secure wifi hub.

Just as she had been pre-programmed with a consciousness and emotions, she had also been programmed with preferences in music, in movies, in art, in food and the other tastes that humans developed over time. This is why the Jennifer models were so expensive; they were top of the range, almost indistinguishable from the humans they served.

Mason Livingstone finished removing the recyclable parts from the Hominoid on the table. There weren’t many really. The flesh and organs were of no use to Cybertronics. Each Hominoid was incubated from scratch and it was illegal and ill advised to use Hominoid body parts in humans. Besides Cybertronics had a whole division dedicated to the manufacture of human tissue and organs.

The Omni interface chips, mitochondrial synapses connective tissue, and the brain receptors were however very expensive and reusable and re-programmable. They were the main items salvaged from expired Hominoids. Sometimes body parts were harvested to order to be placed in other Hominoids who had developed flaws or had suffered injuries.

Mason came over to where Jennifer was sitting almost in a trance, accessing and manipulating data over the Omni. When she became aware of his presence she broke the connection.

“The novelty wears off after a while,” he smiled and took the Omni from her.

“There are many places that actually forbid you connecting with your Omni because they are such a distraction,” he said.

Jennifer gave him a wry smile.

“Ok I’ve had a chance to think about how to get us out of here. I can’t let you walk around unaccompanied; a Jennifer would have no business being in a place like this unless she was accompanying a human,” he said and Jennifer nodded.

That made sense.

“So we stick with my story, but I still have to hand over my duties to the guy on the graveyard shift and you can’t be here with me when I do. You probably won’t like this but the only way I can think of getting you out of here is to put you back in your pod and wheel you into storage where I can hide you. I can access the storage area from the outside corridor and then we simply walk out together,” he explained.

“Storage?” Jennifer looked puzzled.

Mason pointed with his chin to an opaque wall with a sliding door, behind which were the silhouettes of what appeared to be bodies suspended from the ceiling.

“That’s where we keep the Hominoids who haven’t expired due to life span expiration. Most times the cause of expiry is obvious, especially for those who work in dangerous fields but they all get the equivalent of a human autopsy so that the R and D guys can learn from any defects that may have led to their demise. Once we have salvaged what we can we pass the results onto R and D,” Mason explained.

“So it’s like a morgue for Hominoids?” Jennifer replied.

“As good as any explanation I suppose,” Mason nodded.

“Look go over to the bins again. Find a functioning Omni in the accessories bin and grab a change of clothes for later. Put them in this,” he gave her his backpack.

She did as she was told. Mason was getting nervous as the change of shift approached and he helped Jennifer climb back in the pod. He saw the look of trepidation on her face as he closed the lid. He wheeled her into the Storage area and left her.

His relief was a younger more junior man and Mason found his exuberance and joviality annoying. He was obviously listening to some current hit on his Omni and he shook his head and tapped his thigh in time with the beat.

Mason thought it was the height of ignorance to hold a conversation whilst listening to your Omni but today he just wanted to hand over his shift and get the hell out of there.

Jennifer felt the cold of the storage area even inside her pod. She peered through the plexiglass at the vague shapes suspended from the ceiling. In the end her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the pod and climbed out.

Naked Hominoids were suspended from the ceiling in rows. Most looked like they were just sleeping but some had obvious signs of trauma. There was almost every model Hominoid represented from cheap labour models to the more expensive household models; there was even a combat model, recognisable from the overdeveloped muscles, the large forehead and huge hands. He was generously endowed and Jennifer wondered why they would even bother equipping a combat model with genitals but she accessed her Omni for the data and blushed when she discovered that some human women liked to couple with the dangerous gladiators.

She shivered with the cold but also with despair; this where she would end up, if not sometime in the near future which was likely, then five years from now.

Jennifer climbed back into her pod, shifting her high heels out of the way and attempted to clear her mind of all thoughts and tried to sleep. She was awakened some time later when Mason wheeled her pod into the corridor. He pushed her pod into a darkened room and opened the lid.

“Ok get out and follow me. Act as if you have every right to be in my company ok?” Mason said helping her out of the pod.

She put on her heels, holding onto the pod to steady herself while Mason put on his backpack. They exited the room and strode confidently down the corridor. For Jennifer it was easy, Mason had told her to act confident so she did; Mason was actually scared stiff under a façade of certitude.

Getting out of the Cybertronics building was actually quite easy. Mason waved his wrist over the scanners and the inner and outer doors opened in response to his identity chip; Jennifer simply walked beside him and they exited the building together. Most of building’s security was devised to keep people out, not to keep people in.

Jennifer looked up at the immense building, the upper floors disappeared into the clouds and even at this late hour almost every window was lit; work at Cybertronics never ceased. The car park was still packed; a testament to the number of employees still at work.

There were no ‘Jetson’ type flying cars in the twenty-fourth century; most cars were small and manufactured from plastics stronger than steel and powered by batteries that only needed to be exchanged once a year. The vehicles coasted along silently.

Mason’s car was parked about halfway across the lot and Jennifer’s feet ached from wearing her heels by the time they got to it. Jennifer stood by her door waiting for Mason to open it for her, as a high ranking Companion bot she was programmed to expect the man to open the door for her. Mason stood on the other side of the car and shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey! You aren’t my Companion so get used to doing shit for yourself,” he said, a little distain in his voice.

“I’m not being precocious, you told me to behave as if I have every right to be here so I am behaving accordingly,” she replied, blushing a little.

“You’re right I suppose, they have everything here under surveillance,” he walked around the little car and helped Jennifer into her seat.

Because her pencil skirt was so tight, getting in the little car was difficult and in frustration she hiked it up so she could swing her legs into the vehicle. Mason could not help staring at her lovely thighs displayed in the glistening stockings. The titillating sight made him forget for a moment that she was defective.

They rode in silence, Mason listening to music and Jennifer surfing the internet on their Omnis. Mason pulled into the auto-park at the front of his apartment building and the car was whisked away by the parking elevator and piloted into its allotted slot. There was just enough room to open the doors and exit the parking slot into the well-lit corridor where they boarded the high-speed elevator, which took them to the fifty-seventh floor.

The apartment was smaller than was usual for a Mezzo but Mason was single and didn’t own a Companion of his own so he didn’t need much space. He slid his wrist across the sensor and the door opened, the lights came on and background music emitted from hidden speakers.

Jennifer tentatively followed Mason into the apartment; if things had gone to plan she would now be entering the apartment of the person or persons who had purchased her and would be beginning her life. Instead she was in hiding with Mason, who although he was compassionate to the extent that he couldn’t terminate her, made no attempt to hide the fact that he thought her an aberration.

Mason dropped his backpack on the small lounge and went to the fridge.

“Drink?” he enquired.

Jennifer stood just inside the door, unsure what to do.

“Yes please,” she gave him a wry smile.

Hominoids, just like humans required sustenance to survive and the higher functioning ones like Jennifer had tastes, likes, and dislikes, they were designed to be as humanlike as possible after all. Alcohol and drugs affected Hominoids just like they did humans but actual addiction had been eliminated from human DNA.

Mason poured two glasses of wine and took them over to the lounge; he moved the backpack out of the way and patted the seat beside him. He placed the wine bottle in the middle of coffee table.

Jennifer cautiously approached the lounge and sat down, smoothing her skirt under her legs. She crossed her ankles and took her first sip of wine. She liked the robust red and took another long slug.

“Hey sister take it easy,” Mason laughed but he topped off her glass.

“Why are you doing this?” Jennifer broke the prolonged silence.

“I don’t know,” Mason admitted.

“You know what will happen if they find out that you didn’t terminate me; that you snuck me out of Cybertronics,” Jennifer touched Mason’s arm.

As a Companion Hominoid her natural disposition was to be tactile to anyone who meant her no harm.

Mason turned to face her.

“You may be defective, but you are still beautiful and I can tell you are caring. I know that’s your programming but…well I don’t know. I just can’t harm something as lovely as you,” he sighed.

“Do you not have your own Companion?” Jennifer asked.

“I was married once. It didn’t take and ever since I haven’t really wanted a full-time partner,” he whispered.

“Am I really beautiful?” Jennifer engaged his eyes with hers.

“You are and you know you are,” Mason gave a wry smile.

“But what about?” she looked down at her lap.

Mason just shook his head; he had no answer.

“Do you know there used to be many women like me centuries ago. They were quite common. They started their lives as men but were gender dysphoric. Some had sex reassignment surgery but some didn’t and lived their lives as women anyway. Society actually embraced diversity back then and some of them went on to become famous and even held positions of power,” Jennifer said, sipping more wine.

“I suppose I am somehow the same. I feel like a woman, I think like a woman, and I mostly look like a woman; I just have the wrong genitalia because of some coding discrepancy when I was created and incubated,” she said.

“So that’s what you were doing with your Omni during the drive here? Research?” Mason smiled wryly.

“Unfortunately you can’t change centuries old laws and conventions. Three races, three castes, two sexes; nothing else is tolerated,” Mason sighed.

He stretched out on the lounge and Jennifer instinctively put her head on his shoulder, seeking comfort. Mason froze. Jennifer whipped her head away from him and sat up straight.

“I’m sorry. It’s my disposition. I should know you wouldn’t want a freak touching you,” Jennifer sighed.

“Stop saying that! Stop calling yourself a freak!” Mason turned and took her shoulders in his hands.

“What am I then?” a tear ran down her cheek.

Mason looked into her green eyes, her perfect features and her ruby red lips. He leaned forward and kissed her softly.

“You’re different; that’s all. You’re just different,” he stroked her cheek.

“Please don’t show me affection that you don’t mean; that’s worse than you openly despising or pitying me,” Jennifer said softly.

Mason pulled Jennifer into his arms and kissed her again; this time there was passion in the kiss and Jennifer responded. She kissed him back and put her arms around him; she opened her lips a little and Mason tentatively slid his tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet.

They broke the kiss; some unspoken conjunction between them registered that it was proper to do so.

“That was nice Mason. Is it ok if I call you that?” Jennifer held his hand.

“Of course it is,” he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“You know I can cook?” she smiled at him, a genuine smile.

He smiled back at her and softly squeezed her fingers.

“I know all the attributes and abilities of your model,” Mason returned her smile.

“If you can make a meal out of what’s in that refrigerator, you are not just a Companion, you’re a magician,” he filled their glasses.

Jennifer rose and made her way into the small kitchen and began to explore. Mason changed the music to something more soothing.

“I’m going to freshen up,” Mason said and retired to his bedroom.

When he returned nearly an hour later he was surprised to see that Jennifer had laid the table with linen, sliver and glassware and there was an aroma coming from the kitchenette that sharpened his appetite.

“Sit,” Jennifer pulled a chair away from the little two-place setting table.

Mason sat, he was wearing a bathrobe and he smoothed it under him. Jennifer lightly touched his shoulder as she made to return to the kitchen. Mason caught her by the wrist and pulled her head down to his and kissed her, softly stroking her hair.

“You are wonderful,” he smiled into her eyes and then let her go.

Jennifer smiled back at him and then returned to her kitchen duties.

They ate together at the small table, their knees touching. They spoke about anything except Cybertronics and Jennifer’s defect. Jennifer had a thousand questions. Even though she was programmed to be up to date with current affairs she wanted know everything about Mason, his past, his family, his likes, dislikes; she was as attentive as any courtesan. Although Mason knew that’s pretty much what she was, he still found her engaging and her company delightful. He had been alone for far too long he realised.

They spent the remainder of the evening snuggled up on the lounge; Mason with his feet on the coffee table and Jennifer clinging to him with her stocking feel tucked under her. The kissed a little but mostly they just watched the screen and finished another bottle of wine between them. Both their minds were racing, what were they to do next? Then there was the awkward discussion about sleeping arrangements. Jennifer refused to allow Mason to give up his bed for her.

“It’s like this Mason. You’re the human, I’m the ‘skin-job’; therefore you get the bed and I sleep on the lounge,” Jennifer was adamant.

“But I’m the man and you’re the woman so I should,” Mason countered.

Jennifer stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“Even that argument doesn’t hold up,” she looked up at him with those big green eyes and Mason’s heart melted.

Jennifer took the pillows and blankets and made a bed for herself on the lounge. Mason had gone to bed but Jennifer had used his bathroom before they settled down. She sat on the toilet to pee even though she didn’t need to; but it felt right. She brushed her teeth and brushed her hair.

She slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra, she had taken an oversize T-shirt from the clothing bin at Cybertronics and she pulled it on. She did not take off her pantyhose or panties; they helped hide the parts of her body that she despised.

Jennifer couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned but her mind was racing. What didn’t help was that she was programmed to seek and provide human comfort, to be lying on her own like this was anathema to her.

Finally, after a few hours, her bladder forced her to arise to use the toilet again. She padded softly through Mason’s bedroom and closed the door to his bathroom so as not to disturb him. But she so wanted to disturb him; to feel his flesh against hers. As she sat and tinkled in the bowl she scanned his grooming products arranged beside the sink. He had everything from hair jell to moisturiser.

She closed the door behind her as quietly as she could but Mason was awake, she could see him through the gloom. He threw back the covers and patted the sheets beside him.

Jennifer slid under the covers and turned her back to Mason, her heart thumping in her chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered in the dark.

She felt Mason’s arm close around her and pull her to him. He turned her around and kissed her; his body pressing against hers.

“No thank you. You are beautiful, and you are a wonderful person,” he stroked her face and kissed her again.

Mason helped her take off her t-shirt and Jennifer gasped when his lips found her breasts and suckled her tender nipples. He kissed her on the mouth, passionately this time and she responded. His hands went to her breasts and stroked them, tweaking her nipples.

Jennifer felt him erect against her. She knew exactly what to do to pleasure him; but she didn’t have the right equipment to consummate their union. She would have to use other skills. Also she was very aware that she was becoming erect herself in response to his stimulation; her penis was engorging between her legs which was becoming extremely uncomfortable.

Jennifer snaked a hand down between their bodies and she found Mason erect and ready, she stroked him and pressed her breasts against his smooth hard chest.

When his hand left her breasts and began to stroke the front of her panties she froze. She broke the kiss.

“Please don’t. You know there is nothing there for you. Let me pleasure you with my hands or my mouth,” Jennifer whispered.

Mason could see the glint of tears in her eyes.

He rolled Jennifer on her back, climbed between her legs and kissed her softly on her eyelashes, sipping away her tears.

He lowered his lips to her mouth and kissed her as his fingers continued to explore between her legs. He found her swollen member trapped by the gusset of her hose and he freed it so that it tented her pantyhose and panties.

“Are you sure?” Jennifer murmured.

Mason nodded and kissed her again, he squeezed and stroked her erect member through the silky material of her panties and hose and she reciprocated, stroking him; milking little jewels of pre-ejaculate from his glans.

Mason pulled down Jennifer’s panties and she lifted her buttocks off the bed to help him. She put her fingers in the waistband of her pantyhose intending to roll them down too but Mason was impatient. Jennifer was manipulating him expertly and he hadn’t been with a woman for so long that release was not far away.

Mason tore out the crotch of Jennifer’s pantyhose and began to probe between her legs. She helped him and guided him to the entrance to her anus.

He thrust forward and he penetrated her sphincter, immediately ejaculating as the tight flesh of her anus enveloped his swollen member. He kissed her and pulled her hard against him and Jennifer wrapped her legs around him, encouraging his climax, rubbing her gossamer-clad legs against his flanks.

To her surprise and delight Jennifer orgasmed with him; she spent herself between their bellies as waves of pleasure emanated from where Mason was penetrating her.

They shuddered against each other, kissing and stroking and clawing and mewing until their passion was spent. Then they lay in each other’s arms and kissed and stroked each other tenderly.

“I’m sorry I’m not equipped to service you properly Mason,” Jennifer stroked his face.

“Jennifer you are equipped perfectly; that was amazing,” he smiled down at her.

“But did I hurt you? I err…even I know that usually lubrication is required where none occurs naturally,” he blushed.

Jennifer smiled up at him.

“You know I researched all about those trans women of the past. Well being a ‘pleasure-bot’ as you humans are want to call us, do you think I wouldn’t have researched how they made love?” Jennifer grinned cheekily up at him.

“So I prepared just in case,” she kissed his wrist as he stroked her face.

Mason still looked puzzled.

“Moisturiser has more than one purpose,” she smirked.

Mason’s face lit up with realisation.

“You cheeky little minx,” Mason tickled her, and Jennifer squealed and wriggled on the bed.

They rolled around in the big bed and made love until they were exhausted and finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

To be continued

I, Jennifer
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Two: Fuck Puppet

They came for her early. The Captain of the Cybertronics Tactical Response Squad crouched down and hissed final orders to his team outside the door of Mason’s apartment.

All large corporations have their own Special Operations Units or SOU, which function as para-military police forces; and Cybertronics had the largest and most extensive. This was reflective of the power that mega-corporations like Cybertronics wielded.

Jennifer Model Four serial number J47347 was noted as missing during an early morning data security scan by the Cyber Security sub-department of the Cybertronics Special Operations Unit. J47347 was a ‘special order’ and should never have been forwarded to Distribution. She had bypassed QC as soon as she came out of Production and should have been diverted directly to the Special Products Division.

The fallout from the Jennifer being forwarded to the Distribution Section had already bought about the demise of Brent and Nathan, the men on duty when she arrived. They perished as a result of a staged vehicular accident. Mason Livingston would be next, as would be the skin job that had been released without final ‘special programming’.

There was some debate at first about trying to bring the Jennifer back to Cybertronics, erasing her recent memory, providing her with special programming and releasing her to the person who had originally ordered her through Cybertronics clandestine Special Products Division. Max Middleton, head of both the Special Products Division and the Special Operations Unit had vetoed the idea.

“If the existence of this one Binominal gets out; then the whole Special Project Division is compromised and along with it Cybertronics Incorporated. Terminate the bitch!” Max Middleton ordered.

The Captain held up his gloved hand and silently counted down from three to one using his fingers. A squad member passed an Omni with a pre-programmed universal access code across the sensor on the wall outside of Mason’s Livingstone’s apartment.

The door slid open and the team entered the apartment with military precision. Mason and Jennifer stared open mouthed at the heavily armed uniformed men.

The Captain had been briefed to try to take Mason and Jennifer into custody if possible and dispose of them somewhere quietly, but he had orders to execute them on the spot should they resist.

“Mason Livingstone you are to accompany me to Cybertronics Incorporated Headquarters to respond to allegations that you illegally obtained the Hominoid known as Jennifer J47347. Jennifer J47347 you are to also accompany me,” the Captain waved his ion phaser at them.

Mason and Jennifer were seated at the small table drinking coffee having just consumed a sparse breakfast. Mason was dressed in t-shirt and shorts and Jennifer was still wearing the oversized t-shirt, panties and bra that she had worn to bed.

The look of resolve on the Captain’s face gave away his intent and Mason knew that he and Jennifer would never make it to Cybertronics Inc alive.

Because of the altitude of the super-high-rise buildings in the twenty-third century, they were equipped with high-speed, low-impact, pneumatic escape tubes so that the occupants could escape instantly and safely in event of a fire, earthquake or other disaster. The door to the escape tube was subtly recessed into the wall behind where Jennifer was sitting.

“Sure. Just let us get dressed and we’ll come with you at once; I can explain everything,” Mason replied.

None of the four members of Response Squad trusted Mason and they kept him covered with their phasers as he stood and then helped Jennifer to her feet. He took the backpack from the sofa and shoved it into her hands.

As soon as they were standing he pushed Jennifer behind him and backed up to the wall with his hands raised.

“We’re not going to Cybertronics are we? At least not alive,” Mason asserted.

The flicker in the Captain’s eye as he glanced at the rest of his team gave away his intent.

The team all raised their phasers and pointed them at Mason. Mason stepped back, forcing Jennifer against the wall behind him.

“Don’t!” the Captain flicked the safety on his weapon.

“I love you Jennifer,” Mason said and spun around and pressed his wrist against the almost indiscernible sensor on the wall.

Jennifer shook her head, her face a picture of shock and despair as Mason pushed her into the chasm that had opened up in the wall.

Four phasers fired at once and Mason Livingston ceased to exist, he fell to the floor dead.

The opening snapped shut as soon as Jennifer fell into it; the mechanism designed to prevent smoke, fire or other noxious substances entering the escape tube. Jennifer plunged down the smooth circular tube, her t-shirt flew up into her face and she struggled to push it down then she felt a cushion of compressed air dampen her fall as she landed on the ground floor. The exterior door opened and she fell to the ground outside the apartment building.

Jennifer was stunned and she scrambled to her feet dazed and confused. A SOU Response Squad vehicle was parked at the curb and a uniformed member of the Squad witnessed Jennifer tumble from the escape tube. He had been stationed to prevent Mason and Jennifer from escaping in the event they somehow evaded the Response Squad in the apartment.

He smiled to himself and began unholstering his weapon as he strode over to Jennifer when a passerby sidled up to him and pressed a hand to his neck. The Squad member collapsed on the pavement. An attractive young woman wearing tight black leather pants and matching long tailed coat lifted Jennifer to her feet and steered her over to a vehicle idling at the curb. She pushed Jennifer into the back seat and climbed in beside her. The passerby, dressed similarly to the woman in black climbed into the driver’s seat and the vehicle sped away.

“We should have let the fuckers kill it! Save us the job,” the woman hissed from the back seat.

“Shut up Christina. You know why we need her. Keep an eye out for anyone following us,” the man replied over shoulder.

“This skin job is an even bigger abomination than most of them. Three races, three castes, two sexes; nothing else is tolerated. This thing is a freak,” Christina poked Jennifer in the side and then turned to look out the rear window.

Jennifer was still in shock. Dealing with the death of Mason Livingston, the first and only man she had come to care for was one thing, but the attack by the Response Squad, her escape, and then her rescue by these two leather-clad humans on top of all that was overwhelming.

“Who are you? Where am I going?” Jennifer asked, dazed and confused.

“We are from The Movement and where you’re going is not important right now. You need to shut up and do as you’re told. I’ll explain everything to you when we get to where we we’re going,” the driver replied.

“Christina, the Omni please,” he grunted.

Christina pulled an Omni out of a bag on the floor. The Omni was the type that you could attach to your wrist like a large wristwatch. She snatched Jennifer’s forearm and yanked it out straight.

“Keep still you fucking skin job!” she gripped Jennifer’s arm to keep her from struggling.

With her other hand, Christina attached the Omni to Jennifer’s wrist and pressed a small button. A blue LED lit up on the Omni.

“Done,” Christina let go of Jennifer’s wrist.

“That Omni will block any attempt by Cybertronics to track you but still allows you to access your cloud,” the driver explained.

“Why do you talk to them like that Mark? Like they’re human? Like they matter?” Christina spat at the driver whilst poking Jennifer in the ribs again.

“Because we are human. Because we have compassion,” Mark replied.

“You won’t have any compassion when it comes time to terminate it though will you?” Christina spat back.

Mark remained silent and Christina slumped back in her seat and sulked.

Across town in an Elite luxury apartment building William Faraday checked his Omni outside the door to the penthouse suite. He grunted and drew his phaser and his badge and then opened the door and strode inside the opulent abode.

“Cybertronics Special Operations officer,” he yelled holding his badge up high and his pistol out straight.

On the huge bed in the centre of the room a woman was kneeling. Naked except for black stockings and high heels, she was being serviced by a colossal Combat model Hominoid. The muscles on the back of the ‘battle bot’ rippled and sweat ran down his back as he ravaged her; holding her hips and slamming his enormous phallus in and out of the whimpering woman.

When the Hominoid heard Will yell he spun around, a look of intense anger and hatred on his face. He lunged at Will. The Combat model would have torn Will apart had he layed his hands on him but Will calmly shot the Hominoid through the forehead as soon as he lunged. The Hominoid fell on the bed, which nearly collapsed under his weight. His engorged prick, at least 12 inches long and of considerable girth, continued to palpitate and dribble pre-ejaculate.

“What did you do that for Will?” the attractive looking, recently fucked, woman pouted.

“Athena. How many times do I have to tell you that it is illegal to binominal a Hominoid? That fucking battle bot would have torn me to pieces,” Will replied, exasperated with the woman.

“And you should know better Clive!” he turned to look at Athena’s husband who was sitting in an overstuffed chair.

He had been watching his wife being ravaged by the Combat model Hominoid whilst being fellated by a Model One Jennifer who was similarly dressed in stockings and heels, kneeling on the floor at the man’s feet. The less sophisticated model Jennifer continued to suckle Clive’s penis, ignoring the kafuffle in the room.

“You going to blast her too?” Clive pointed at the fellatrix lapping at his manhood.

“No! She’s only doing what she’s been programmed to do by Cybernetics; unlike that freak there,” Will pointed at the deceased Combat Hominoid.

“If you want a ‘battle bot’ to fuck your wife into insanity while you watch then you should contact Cybernetics Special Products Division and they will design and ship you one. One that won’t attack humans,” Will holstered his phaser.

It was illegal for any company to manufacture Hominoids capable of harming human beings. Combat Hominoids were developed and manufactured mainly to fight against alien lifeforms in the off world colonies, although some fought each other in bouts of gladiatorial combat in Elite funded purpose-built arenas where huge amounts of credit were wagered.

It was also illegal for citizens to binominal a Hominoid; that is to effectively re-program a Hominoid and re-purpose it. The process involved in binominaling the subject usually caused irrecoverable damage to the Hominoids core processors designed to prevent them from harming humans or committing illegal activities.

Elites such as Clive and Athena Holbrook had the money and the resources to illegally binominal Hominoids and had been guilty of the crime before. Their Elite status and immense wealth kept them from being bought to justice.

“We’ve had off the shelf Combat jobs service Athena before but they’re just too gentle; their pre-programming won’t allow them ravage her like we both want,” Clive pushed the Jennifer off his penis and closed his robe.

Athena had lit a cigarette.

“And if we get Special Products to provide us with one it will pretty much be the same. Besides, it’s not the same as being violated by something that could kill you on a whim…that’s such a turn on,” Athena grinned maliciously.

“Last warning,” Will warned and frowned when his Omni vibrated, indicating an incoming call.

Cybertronics Special Products Division was a clandestine part of the company responsible for manufacturing ‘special orders’. These special Hominoids were made to order for persons, companies and organisations that could afford them. The covert Special Products Division bypassed the Quality Control and Distribution Sections and dispatched their products clandestinely to their customers.

The head of Special Products, Max Middleton, operated almost autonomously and personally approved each Hominoid or batch of Hominoids before they were manufactured.

There were rumours amongst the few who knew about Special Products’ existence that the three races, three castes, two sexes laws were often circumvented, as were other laws governing Hominoid manufacture and programming.

Unbeknownst to her, the transsexual Jennifer was a creation of the Special Products Division and built to order for an Elite with eclectic peccadillos when it came to sexual gratification. She should have received ‘special’ pre-programming so that she would serve only her master and keep her gender secret no matter the consequence. That she was out and about without this special programming endangered the very existence of Special Products and indeed Cybertronics Inc itself.

Will Faraday took the video call on his Omni and was bought up to date on the ‘Jennifer issue’.

Will worked as a Special Operative for the Special Products Division and he was their problem solver. Be it a rogue Hominoid or rogue human, Will would fix the problem. His favourite movie was the ancient classic, Blade Runner. He liked to think of himself as a modern day Rick Deckard, although he was certain he was no Hominoid himself.

“Last warning you two!” Will disconnected his consciousness from his Omni and glared at Athena and Clive Holbrook.

Athena had kicked the limp corpse of the battle bot off the bed.

“You sure you don’t wanna take his place?” she patted the bed beside her and gave Will a seductive pout.

Will shook his head, irritated, and exited the apartment, he tasked his Omni to find and direct him to Mason Livingstone’s apartment.

Jennifer was thrown into a windowless room that resembled a cell. She had been dragged though a nondescript, dilapidated building that looked like it had been abandoned for years. Concrete and plaster were cracked and crumbling and pools of steaming water added to the cloying atmosphere of the vastitude that had once been the first floor of the derelict building site.

Other members of The Movement, armed and indignant came out to meet their comrades and to look at their captive. They too were dressed in black leather and most of them looked young and zealous. They pawed and yelled abuse at Jennifer as she was dragged through the coterie of angry insurgents.

The usual prejudicial slurs were hurled at her: ‘screw job, fuck puppet, love doll, shag android, bonk bot’, Jennifer was well aware of the slights and insulting labels that disapproving humans used to describe Companion Hominoids.

“Mark, she’s exactly what we’ve been looking for right?” an older man, obviously a leader of some sort pushed his way through the crowd.

Mark and Christina halted and held Jennifer still; they held her between them, gripping her by one arm each to keep her on her feet. She was barefoot, still dressed only in her t-shirt and underwear, dragging the backpack Mason had pressed on her.

The man lifted her chin and scrutinised her.

“These Model Fours are so lifelike,” he ran his fingers down her neck and squeezed her breast.

“You sure she’s binominal? She doesn’t look any different to the other Jennifers we’ve captured and disposed of,” the man looked sceptical.

Christina lifted Jennifer’s t-shirt and roughly pulled down her panties to display her genitals. The small crowd roared. Some laughed but most were disgusted and angry.

“Abomination! Freak! Kill it!” they shouted.

Mark pulled Jennifer’s panties back into place and smoothed out her t-shirt to cover her groin. The older man turned and faced the crowd and held up his hands. The crowd fell silent.

“I understand your anger and disgust. All Hominoids are an abomination and should be destroyed but this one…this one is even more of an abomination. It is binominal. It has been manufactured not only against the laws of nature, but against the laws of the land. This miscreation is proof that Cybertronics is manufacturing illegal Hominoids,” the man preached.

“So we will keep this one alive for now, it is a tool for us to use. An exhibit, a piece of evidence, nothing more,” the man lowered his hands and the crowd began to disperse.

“Simon, we have to do more than just keep her alive. We need to make sure she’s kept in a suitable state so that we can use her to infiltrate Cybertronics, she has information embedded in her identity chip that even she isn’t aware of. We can’t rip it out of her because it’s connected to her central nervous system by mitochondrial synapses unique to her,” Mark explained.

Simon gave Christina a quizzical look.

“He’s right Simon. We need to prove that Cybertronics manufactured it and we need proof that they are producing other binominals illegally. It can get us into Cybertronics, but we will have to hook it up to our mainframe and manipulate some of the data on it’s chip first,” Christina explained.

“We usually just throw pleasure bots to the young men to use before we terminate them, but in this case we should keep her in good condition and try not to upset her primary companionship and affection programming too much,” Mark added.

Simon lifted Jennifer’s face again and scrutinised her.

“God she’s beautiful. Shame she’s deformed otherwise I’d keep her for myself; just for a little while,” Simon chuckled.

“We need to start working on her now Simon, no time for fun,” Mark gritted his teeth.

Simon turned away and followed the dispersing crowd into the gloom.

“Now you’ve got Simon using personal pronouns to describe this thing!” Christina shook Jennifer and gave Mark a scornful look.

“Let’s go,” Mark and Christina led Jennifer to her cell.

Jennifer looked around the room and was surprised to see that it was quite comfortable. There was a lounge suite, a coffee table, a large bed with what appeared to be clean linen on it and a small kitchenette and ensuite bathroom.

They had taken her Omni and her backpack before they locked her in and she soon became bored. She’d heard what Mark and Simon had said so she knew what lay ahead for her. She was trepidicious and scared but her programming did not let her think of harming anyone to facilitate her escape. Besides where could she go? Even if she escaped, Cybertronics would be on her in a heartbeat and she knew what they had planned for her.

The door opened and Mark entered the room and closed and locked the door behind him. He had her backpack and Omni. He held out the backpack.

“There’s nothing sinister in there; you can have it and make yourself look decent,” he held out the backpack and Jennifer took it.

She looked in the backpack. The clothes she worn to escape the Cybertronics building were bunched up and she tumbled them out onto the lounge. She unwrapped a fresh pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and black hipster satin panties and matching brassiere. The pencil skirt and blouse were made of wrinkle-free materials and they recovered their shape when she smoothed them out. She put her high-heels on the floor and the makeup kit and jewellery on the table.

“What now?” Jennifer looked quizzically at Mark.

He waved a hand at the ensuite bathroom and she understood.

As a Companion Model she would normally be quite comfortable stripping naked in front of a man but because she had been binomially altered she felt ashamed of her body and she blushed and looked pleadingly at Mark.

Mark was vaguely aware of how pretty Jennifer was but now he had an opportunity to study her properly. She was quite filthy having been dragged through the grimy first floor of the building through mounds of soot and puddles of muddy water. Also her hair was dishevelled and her makeup was a mess from her constant weeping.

But mark could see that she was beautiful. Green eyes, jet-black shoulder-length hair, full red lips, her breasts were small but firm and her skin was blemish-free and milky-white; she had a slim waist, bountiful hips and buttocks, and her legs seemed to go forever.

He turned his gaze from her and offered her his back.

“Thank you,” she said, genuinely grateful for him respecting her modesty.

She shed her t-shirt and underwear and padded over to the little ensuite and turned on the water in the shower. The warm water felt luxurious and she stepped into the shower recess and began to lather herself.

“Can I ask you some questions?” she called out over the noise of the spray.

Mark turned around. He could make out her silhouette through the befogged glass of the shower cubicle.

“Why not? You don’t seem very scared,” he replied.

“Why should I be? From what I understand, you need to keep me alive and cared for until you accomplish your task. Then you will terminate me,” Jennifer soaped her breasts.

“I know that you have emotions and that you feel pain. Aren’t you terrified that we are going to kill you eventually?” Mark was surprised by her candour.

“The men at the Cybertronics Distribution Section sent me to Recycling to have me terminated and recycled, a SOU Response Squad was sent to terminate Mason and myself. The Movement wants to use me for a scheme of their own design, and then dispose of me. I don’t know why I’ve been made like I am but I know that just about everyone wants to terminate me because of it. I don’t think there is much I can do but to try to savour the sparse amount of time I have remaining,” Jennifer opened the door to the shower recess and exited in a cloud of steam.

She wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out of the ensuite and approached Mark who stood still, just staring at her.

Jennifer stopped inches short of Mark and stared him in the eyes. He breathed in the scent of soap and shampoo and gazed into her green eyes. She touched his shoulder.

“You talk to me like I’m a person not a machine. I know that your friend Christina would have liked to hurt me more than she did but she didn’t because you were there. You prevented Simon from taking me for himself,” she met his gaze.

“I think you care for me more than you let on,” she smiled.

“You’re nothing but a Hominoid robot, made of flesh and blood and programmed to look and act like a human. Even worse, you’re not even useful. You’re a pleasure bot! A fuck puppet!” Mark was trembling.

“Yes but I’m your fuck puppet now,” Jennifer whispered and pressed her lips softly against Mark’s.

Mark didn’t move so she gently bit his lip, she raised herself on her tippytoes and pressed her damp body against him, the towel fell away from her and Mark pulled her to him and kissed her.

Jennifer kissed him back.

“Gak! What am I doing?” he whispered through muffled lips.

Mark wrapped Jennifer in a warm embrace and kissed her; he held her close against him and his tongue began to explore her mouth. He snaked a hand between their bodies and found her firm breast and squeezed her erect nipple. Jennifer groaned into his mouth and squirmed in his embrace.

She felt him thicken through his tight leather pants and she lowered her hand and squeezed his girth. It was mark’s turn to moan.

Mark broke the kiss and lowered his head to her chest; Jennifer coddled his head as he began to nuzzle her breasts, taking them into his mouth one at a time, flicking his tongue across her nipples. She freed her hands and began to unbuckle Mark’s shirt but he became impatient and pulled it over his head then he began to shuck out of his tight leather pants and kick off his Engineer boots.

Jennifer giggled.

“Oh my, we are impatient.”

Mark was finally naked, his body muscled and smooth, his erect penis standing out proud from his groin.

Jennifer immediately became self-conscious about her own semi-erect member and she cupped her hands across her genitals.

Mark pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“Look I don’t know how this works, but I’m pretty sure it’s not going to work at all if you keep doing that,” he smiled down into her eyes and eased her hands away from her groin.

She smiled up at him sheepishly and kissed him again.

“I’ll show you how it works,” she blushed and pulled him with towards the lounge.

When she felt the cushions on the back of her legs she leant back and allowed Mark to fall on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him harder, she could feel his erection poking at her belly and her own erection pressed against his warm, soft skin.

She snaked a hand in between their bodies and stroked his smooth-skinned phallus, driving her tongue into his mouth and pressing her breasts on his muscled chest. Mark found her breasts again and caressed them, tweaking the nipples and making her gasp into his mouth. She reciprocated and squeezed his manhood, working her fingers up and down the shaft and sliding them across his glans until he was moaning with desire.

She bucked and hunched underneath him so that she could guide his penis to her puckered anal bud. She’d lubricated herself with hair conditioner in the shower and when she pushed her torso up to meet Mark’s thrust he slid inside her easy.

Jennifer gasped with pleasure and Mark sighed with delight.

“Is this right? Are you ok?” Mark looked down into her beautiful face and she smiled up at him.

“Well it seems to be working,” she giggled and wriggled her bottom.

Mark grinned down at her and lowered his face, crushing her lips with his as he began to slowly thrust himself in and out of her tight passage. Jennifer locked her legs behind him and rose to meet his thrusts, she sighed with pleasure and kissed him passionately.

They climaxed together, he came deep inside her and she screamed with gratification at the sensualness of it. He bit her shoulder; the intensity of his orgasm, the most profound and stimulating he had ever experienced.

Jennifer sobbed with passion as she orgasmed beneath him; her hot spend scalding his smooth belly.

They kissed, nibbled and pawed at each other at the ascendancy of their passion.

After, they lay in each other’s arms. Jennifer tried to reach for the towel so she could put it between their lower bodies, still self-conscious about her sex.

Mark slapped it away and hugged and kissed her.

“I’m still your prisoner though right?” Jennifer smiled up at him.

“You bet you are,” Mark smiled down into her pretty face.

He kissed her playfully on the nose.

“I fucking knew it! I knew you had the hots for that fucking sex bot!” Christina hissed sarcastically.

Neither Jennifer nor Mark had heard her enter.

“Well you better wash off her stink and get dressed, Simon want’s to see you. There has been a development,” she looked at them both with disgust.

“Development?” Mark began to disentangle himself from Jennifer.

“They’ve sent a Special Operative from their Special Operations Unit to find your girlfriend. William Faraday,” Christina said dramatically.

“Gak!” Mark began to reach for his clothes.

“What’s a Special Operative?” Jennifer asked gathering the towel around her.

“He’s a fucking killing machine sugar-tits. A fucking heartless killing machine,” Christina couldn’t keep the vindictiveness out of her voice.

“Get dressed Jennifer. Get dressed now!” Mark ordered, pulling on his pants.

To be continued.

Mark hurriedly got dressed and left the cell to meet with Simon while Christina sat down on the lounge and sneered at Jennifer as she dressed.

Jennifer stepped into a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and then a pair of hipster satin panties and a matching brassiere. She tucked her genitals between her legs and pulled up the gusset of the flesh-toned translucent garment using the gusset to hold her genitalia in place.

“You sex bots are ingenious and sneaky fuckers aren’t you? You aren’t happy unless some male human is poking you.”

“You’re programmed to fuck anything with a penis,” Christina scoffed.

“Oh not just anything with a penis! Because of my unique fabrication I can service you too, should you so desire. I have the right equipment,” Jennifer taunted.

“Should I not get dressed?” Jennifer stopped pulling up her skirt and looked at Christina brazenly.

“Don’t get impudent with me, I’ll short circuit your brain you overblown toaster!” Christina shot back.

Jennifer pulled up her tight pencil skirt and put on a mauve satin blouse, tucking the tails of the blouse into the skirt and then zipped the skirt closed. She slipped into the black, patent leather high heels she had taken from the recycle bin on Level Seven at Cybertronics. She stepped into the ensuite bathroom and applied makeup and put on her jewellery.

She came out of the ensuite to find Christina toying with her phaser; she aimed it at Jennifer and closed one eye.

“If I blasted you now, not one person would mourn you. You have no family, no friends, and no real purpose. You are an aberration; all of you skin jobs are aberrations,” Christina taunted Jennifer.

She was satisfied when she saw the look of bewilderment and sadness on Jennifer’s face.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Jennifer asked.

“Oh you’re not special. I hate all you skin jobs; and Binominals especially. I’d like to splatter your flesh and nuts and bolts across the room with this phaser,” Christina waved her phaser around in a lazy circle.

“You know that I have basically the same physiology as you, but haters gotta hate I suppose,” Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and made to walk away.

Christina sprang at Jennifer and spun her around and pushed her onto the lounge. She pressed the muzzle of her phaser against Jennifer’s forehead; her hand was shaking, her eyes were full of hatred and her breathing was ragged.

“Hate! I’ll tell you about hate, you fucking clunky sperm-bucket!” Christina seethed.

“There are three moons orbiting Epsilon Eridani. All three moons are inhabited by mining colonies consisting of about forty humans and about a hundred Hominoids per colony. The mining company, a subsidiary of Cybertronics by the way, pays lousy wages and refused to provide the proper resources so that the miners could maintain the colonies in a condition conducive for a reasonable standard of living.”

“So the colonists went on strike.”

“The Company probably could have starved the colonists into submission once their food supplies ran out, but they were impatient and time is money.”

“They dropped a platoon of ten Combat Hominoids on Epsilon Eridani b.”

“The Combat Hominoids rounded up the colonist’s Hominoids, mostly low intellect worker models, and locked them in a warehouse and then rounded up the human colonists.”

“The Battle bots repeatedly raped the wives and daughters of the colonists in front of the men until the bots simply couldn’t perform any longer, then they killed the women and girls. Then they bought in the remaining children and slaughtered them. By then the men were begging to die.”

“The whole atrocity was recorded. The Leaders of the two remaining colonies were summoned to their control rooms and shown the imagery. They were advised that their colonies were next unless they capitulated and returned to work on reduced wages. Needless to say the other two colonies returned to work and began production at maximum capacity.”

“My brother, his wife, and their sixteen year old daughter were on Epsilon Eridani b,” the venom in Christina’s voice was palpable.

Jennifer was crying softly, tears running down her cheeks.

“But how could that happen? Hominoids are pre-programmed not to harm a human being or commit a crime! It’s impossible!” Jennifer cried.

“Not Binominal Hominoids; their core programming can be altered and then they are capable of anything,” Christina replied, her voice icy.

“But it’s illegal to Binominal a Hominoid. I’m an aberration, a fault in the manufacturing process and should have been recycled,” Jennifer replied.

“You heard Simon! Cybertronics has been producing Binominals to order for special clients and for their own use. You can bet you are some sort of special order for some sex-freak weirdo Elite,” Christina whipped her phaser away from Jennifer and holstered it.

Jennifer paled as realisation dawned on her. She wasn’t a mistake in the manufacturing process; she was deliberately made the way she was. Made to order. That explained why Cybertronics needed to eliminate her. She sat on the lounge stunned.

“Come on you junker; let’s join Simon and Mark and see what we are going to do about William Faraday,” Christina dragged Jennifer up off the lounge.

Simon and Mark were looking at a large screen, Mark had his Omni connected to it and they were looking at plans of the Cybertronics building. Mark was pointing something out to Simon when Christina and Jennifer entered the room.

Both Simon and Mark gave Jennifer an appreciative once over that was not lost Christina.

“Why do men always think with the little head in their pants instead of the one mounted on their shoulders?” she huffed.

“Actually I was thinking about how we might use Jennifer to infiltrate Cybertronics,” Mark replied.

“She was incubated there and actually escaped from there; none of us have been anywhere near the place for obvious reasons,” he elaborated.

“What makes you think miss ‘dick in panties’ will do anything to assist us?” Christina challenged.

“Because she has no choice! Cybertronics are coming after her, they’ve sent their best Operative to find her and dispose of her,” Mark replied.

“It knows we are going to dispose of it in any event. So why should it help us,” Christina looked at Jennifer scornfully.

“Because while I’m helping you I at least get to live. If this William Faraday is the heartless killing machine you say he is then my demise is imminent. I’ve researched him on my Omni and he is a formidable fellow indeed, although there is surprisingly little information about him that has been made public,” Jennifer interrupted them.

“Jennifer will serve two purposes for us. One; we will use her to infiltrate Cybertronics and two; she will lead William Faraday away from our base of operations here,” Simon explained.

“But how do we know it will do what we want it to once we release it? It could try to strike up a deal with its lords and masters at fuck-bot HQ. I dunno…maybe it tells them where we are and in exchange they reprogram it and sell it to the perv who originally ordered it,” Christina countered.

Jennifer was about to reply when Simon interjected.

“Because she is going to have one of us with her to make sure that she does no such thing,” Simon replied.

“They’ll be onto Mark as soon as he enters the building,” Christina quipped.

“Oh it won’t be Mark. That would be suicide. No, Jennifer will be in the company of her Elite owner.”

“You.” Simon raised his brow to emphasise his point.

“Oh no! You are not dressing me up like a fuck-bot and sending me into the lion’s den with ‘Blowjob Betty’ here,” Christina poked Jennifer in the ribs.

Mark passed his Omni over his wrist and blinked, concentrating on projecting his thoughts onto the large screen. A picture of Christina appeared, dressed in her usual black t-shirt, tight black leather pants and matching long tailed coat and scuffed engineer boots. Her makeup was almost non-existent and her hair was worn in a ponytail.

He began to manipulate the image, pulling down concept wardrobe ensembles and applying them to Christina’s cloud effigy. A series of vignettes flashed across the screen with Christina dressed in provocative attire. Miniskirts, tight blouses, cocktail dresses, black and flesh-toned hosiery, high-heels, even a tight business suit. Her hair changed colour and style to complement each ensemble as did her accessories and makeup.

Mark and Simon nodded their approval and Jennifer twittered and clapped her hands.

“No-fucking-way you are you dressing me like that!” Christina howled.

“Christina! You are a soldier in this war just like the rest of us. We obey our orders and do what is necessary!” Simon countered.

“We are still working the details but the basis of our plan is that you are returning Jennifer to Cybertronics to have some minor defects repaired and improvements made,” Simon elaborated.

“Minor defects! The thing is a woman with a dick!” Christina screeched.

Mark scowled at Christina and she took the hint and shut up.

“Mason Livingston used a similar ruse to get the Jennifer out of Cybertronics so no reason why it shouldn’t work to get her in. Of course it’s always easier to get out of a building like that than it is to get in,” Simon continued.

“And of course as soon as this Jennifer’s identity chip is scanned at Cybertronics, alarms will go off everywhere so we will need to do a little re-programming,” Mark joined in the conversation.

Jennifer frowned.

“Are you going to re-program me? Please don’t,” she looked despondent.

“We can’t do that even if we wanted to; we need you to keep the memories and the experiences you have gathered up so far so that you remain committed to our cause,” Mark comforted Jennifer, stroking her upper arm.

The gesture was not lost on Simon and Christina.

“We have the identity chip from another Jennifer that we, err, disposed of. We will take the identity code from that chip and implant it into yours; everything else will remain as is,” Mark said.

“So I’ll effectively be a dead Jennifer,” Jennifer looked sad.

“There is no such thing as a dead skin job, just a terminated one. You were never alive. You were incubated and activated; pre-programmed with a fabricated cognisance and made self-aware,” Christina delighted in reminding Jennifer of her heritage.

“We don’t have time for this bullshit! Mark, take the Jennifer to our mainframe and have our techs make the programming adjustments on it. Then return here and we will refine our plans,” Simon ordered.

Mark led Jennifer through a maze of corridors and passageways below the derelict building site. Everything was clean and modern and functioning in contrast the wrecked building above them. Perfect camouflage.

Whenever they passed other members of The Movement, Jennifer received insults and in one instance, Mark had to restrain a hotheaded young man from assaulting her. Jennifer looked as human as anyone else, but her clothing and countenance gave away her purpose to the black leather uniformed members of The Movement. Besides, it was easy for anyone to bring up the Cybertronics Product Catalogue on their Omni and browse the Companion model Hominoids until you found the Model Fours. There may have been fifty different types of Model Fours but using facial recognition software they would find her listed in the catalogue and confirm she was Hominoid.

Most members of The Movement assigned to the disposal of Hominoids regularly used the Cybertronics Product Catalogue as a tool to determine if a suspect was Hominoid. It wasn’t foolproof but it was a great product to use as a start. Once they had identified a suspected Hominoid using the catalogue, they had plenty of other tools at their disposal to verify their prey was in fact really a Hominoid.

Most Hominoids were easy to spot especially the cheaper models. Companion and ‘pedigree’ models were harder to spot due to their advanced anthropological design and temporal programming.

Jennifer clung to Mark who held her hand and pulled her behind him to shield her as they ran the gauntlet of discordant Movement personnel.

They entered a cavernous room that was immaculately clean and almost frosty. Behind a plexiglass window a huge mainframe computer occupied the whole space. It was a matt-black quadrilateral box with a row of tiny red LEDs running along the front panel. There were no wires or physical connections; those personnel with the appropriate access codes could connect to it using their Omnis.

Four people sat before large screens projecting information on them using their Omnis. Someone had set a large padded chair covered in black Naugahyde in the centre of the room. Beside it was a metal instrument table on which was a programmable Omni and in a silver specimen tray, an identity chip that had been incised from the wrist of a Companion Hominoid; a Jennifer. The chip had been connected to the central nervous system of its host by unique mitochondrial synapses and in this case there were still skerricks of tissue clinging to the connectors.

“Ah! Our subject has arrived,” a cadaverous balding man dressed in a lab coat held out a hand and gestured at the chair.

Jennifer attached herself to Mark; visibly shivering with fear.

“Don’t worry my pretty manufactured poppet; there will be no pain. I will simply upload the data from the donor chip to the mainframe, and the supercomputer will find the unique identification programming contained in the donor’s mitochondrial DNA and then download it into you,” the man’s smile was sinister.

“Well…there shouldn’t be any pain,” his teeth glittered in harsh light.

“But will I inherit anything else from the Jennifer? The donor? Will I inherit or acquire any of her memories or personality?” Jennifer murmured softly.

“Well you shouldn’t. You should just have the data in your identity chip altered to match the donors. You will still be you, just when any interrogation device scans your chip, you will be identified as a different model Jennifer. We will upload your features into the cloud to replace those of the terminated Hominoid whose identity you are taking,” the doctor replied.

“Or…I might have totally fucked up my hypothesis and conclusions and you could just end up a gibbering piece of insane and useless flesh, fit for nothing but disposal,” he grinned mirthlessly.

“Gak!” Jennifer fell to her knees shaking.

“For fuck sake Doc; cut the shit will you!” Mark chastised the grinning doctor.

“High functioning Hominoids fascinate me. They have no fear of their approaching expiration date, but they are terrified of being reduced to a vegetative state,” the doctor smirked.

“Well we need her for this mission so if you fuck this up, it’s you who will be reduced to a vegetative state!” Mark pushed the doctor out of the way.

He helped Jennifer to her feet and hugged her as she clung to him. He kissed her softly.

“You will be fine. The doctor is just teasing you,” Mark stroked her cheek.

“Stay with me…please!” Jennifer begged.

“I can’t Jennifer; I’ll be back as soon as the procedure is complete. I’ll get the doctor to take you offline, I mean put you to sleep, during the procedure,” he gave the doctor a ferocious stare and the doctor nodded his compliance.

Mark helped Jennifer into the elevated chair and soothed her and then he summoned the four techs over to him out of earshot of Jennifer.

“Look; I know you think I’m insane treating the skin job like she’s human but we need her! I need her to trust me and for her to honestly believe that I have feelings for her whilst everyone else here wants her disposed of.”

“Don’t you fuck around with her any more than you have to. I need her coherent and cooperative. Ok?” he growled at the two men and two women on the team.

“Ok Mark. So be it,” the doctor nodded and the rest followed suit.

Jennifer awoke feeling in no way different. She was back in her cell, lying on the bed.

Mark hovered over her, dressed in in his usual black garb but Christina was dressed in a business suit, her hair coiffured, her makeup perfect. She looked elegant, like a well-heeled Elite.

“Gak!” Jennifer felt nauseous.

“Take it easy Jennifer; you’re just feeling sick from the procedure. Here drink this,” Mark offered her a glass of chilled water.

“You understand what your role is here right? You accompany Christina to Cybertronics Headquarters for some minor adjustments. You behave just like any Companion Hominoid would, just follow your programming,” Mark said.

Jennifer nodded.

“If there are any problems or you are recognised just do what Christina says; follow her lead. Christina knows the details of the mission, you just need to accompany her and do what she says ok?”

Jennifer nodded again.

“Ok my transsexual pleasure bot, just remember that I am in charge and that you are expendable. If you so much as look like you’re going to run or defect I’ll blast you into a million pieces,” Christina hissed.

“Ok I get it!” Jennifer was exasperated.

Mark and Simon escorted Christina and Jennifer to the upper level of the derelict building where an expensive automobile waited for them. Christina was given a final briefing by Mark and Simon and they were ready to roll.

“Ok fuck-bot-Fanny; I’m going to get into character so we can carry out this charade but remember I’m packing heat and my distain and disgust for you hasn’t gone away, I just need to treat you like I own you,” Christina patted her handbag.

“And I will behave exactly like I am your devoted companion, Christina; I understand my role exactly,” Jennifer replied grimly and opened the door for Christina.

Christina slid into the driver’s seat; her tight business suit skirt rode up her thighs exposing her shapely gossamer-glad legs. Simon and Mark couldn’t help but stare; they hadn’t seen Christina dressed this way for so long that they had forgotten that she had a stunning body and beautiful face.

“Love your suit by the way Christina,” Jennifer smiled innocently as she closed the door.

Christina’s expletive riddled response was lost on them as Jennifer slammed the door shut and made her way around to the other side of the car.

“Christina’s gonna shoot that smartass fuck-bot before they even get there,” Simon grimaced.

“Nah…Jennifer has a way of growing on you; that’s what she’s programmed to do,” Mark grinned.

“Yeah…you’ve already demonstrated that,” Simon said sarcastically.

“You’d fuck her too given half a chance,” Mark blushed.

“Come on. Let’s get down to the Control Room and watch the show from there. I hope Christina pulls this off,” Simon turned away as the limousine drove off.

Jennifer appraised Christina as they drove quietly and effortlessly in the electric car.

“You can easily pass as Elite the way you’re dressed and with your sophisticated demeanour,” Jennifer said.

“What makes you think that I’m not Elite?” Christina turned to Jennifer and raised her brows.

“Gak! What is an Elite doing being a member of The Movement? The Movement have no time for the Elite because the Elite are the most prevalent owners of Hominoids,” Jennifer was confused.

“Not that it’s any of your business clunky-tits but my brother, obviously also Elite, decided to abandon his elevated position in society and go colonizing. He had some harebrained ideological notion that he could give back to society instead of just take. He was the Leader of the colony on Epsilon Eridani b and led the strike against Cybertronics Incorporated that cost him, my sister-in-law, and my niece their lives,” Christina explained.

“Cybertronics lied to me and the families of the other colonists and told us there had been a catastrophic accident that wiped out the colony. A militant colonist from one of the other Epsilon moons smuggled me a copy of video shown to the other Epsilon moon colonial Leaders.”

“Oh my god! You actually saw…” Jennifer couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Yes. I watched those overly muscular, huge phallused monsters rape my sister-in-law and my niece and then strangle them and then my brother shoot himself in the head knowing he couldn’t live with the disaster he had set in motion.”

“The first time I saw that video I took my ion phaser and shot the three Hominoids I had on my household staff. I joined The Movement and I’ve been shooting skin-jobs ever since,” Christina gripped the steering wheel and glared at the road ahead.

Jennifer had been bought to tears again and she reached out and stroked Christina’s arm, attempting to comfort her.

Without taking her eyes off the road Christina gripped Jennifer’s wrist. She put the car into autopilot and with her other hand she bent back the fingers on Jennifer’s hand until two of them broke; sticking out awkwardly from her hand.

“There! Now we have something to fix,” Christina grinned viciously over Jennifer’s screams of pain.

Jennifer’s hand was throbbing with pain and she had to nurse her injured fingers as she alighted from the car when it stopped in the Cybertronics car park. Christina remained seated until Jennifer came around and opened the door for her. She was playing the role of a sadistic Companion Hominoid owner perfectly.

There were no laws to protect Hominoids because they were not considered human. The lower order ‘worker bee’ Hominoids felt no pleasure or pain but the higher functioning models, particularly the Companion models felt the full gamut of human senses, sensations, and emotions and were therefore prone to suffer any physical and mental abuse inflicted on them by their owners.

Getting into the Cybertronics Incorporated building was easier than they had anticipated. Jennifer and Christina waved their wrists over the scanners and the huge glass doors opened. No alarms activated nor guards came running. Christina strode up to the security desk and began to rage at the clerk who asked her if she had an appointment.

“Look at this fucking thing! It’s useless to me like this! Fuck the appointment! Do you know who I am?” she held up Jennifer’s broken fingers and wailed at the attendant.

The attendant punched some soft keys and talked into her headset whilst Christina fumed and Jennifer looked forlorn and in pain. Jennifer didn’t have to act.

Before long a besuited young executive arrived and began to grovel.

“Miz Formosa! Welcome back to Cybertronics, what can we possibly do for you today?” the man toadied up to Christina.

When Christina had scanned her wrist at the entrance her biometric data had registered in the Cybertronics network. There was no need for The Movement to alter or falsify Christina’s identity credentials in the Cloud; she was in fact a mega-wealthy Elite. The only data that had been manipulated had been to reflect her ownership of the recently terminated Companion Hominoid whose unique identification programming had been transferred to Jennifer.

“Fix this!” she held up Jennifer’s broken hand.

“This clumsy junker fell over this morning,” Christina whined.

The young executive raised a speculative brow but he smiled at Christina.

“An easy fix Madam! I’ll take her to the fast repair station on Level Twenty Three and bring her back good as new in a few minutes,” the executive grinned.

“I’m coming with her. Since I bought her I’ve not had her out of my sight; I think of her as my sister,” Christina returned his grin.

‘Yeah, with her head stuck between your legs when you want it and then break her hand when she pisses you off,’ the young executive thought. Lesbianism was illegal, but the Elite could do as they wished of course. The woman had probably justified to her friends that she had bought the Jennifer as a companion, but he bet they played scissor-sisters every night. The thought of the two beautiful women in flagrante delicto was getting him quite aroused.

Simon and Mark watched the exchange on the large screen in The Movement’s Control Room. They had hacked into Cybertronics video surveillance system.

“So far so good,” Simon commented.

Mark was nodding his head in agreement when they heard muffled sounds that they immediately recognised as an ion cannon discharging, followed by repetitive phaser blasts.

They looked at each other in shock but they soon registered the significance of the cacophony; their headquarters was under attack. The raucous alarm that began to emanate from the speakers verified their conclusion.

‘Code red. Code red. Multiple hostile incursions on level one, level two, level three,’ the robotic voice announced.

‘All personnel to their battle stations,’ it continued.

Simon switched the main screen to the base’s security cameras and was horrified to see a platoon of Combat Hominoids engaging The Movement’s base security forces. They were using an ion cannon with devastating effect against the defending forces and picking off individuals with phasers. He caught a glimpse of Will Faraday wearing full protective armour walking behind the Battle bots, shooting randomly at the defenders. Behind Will Faraday the Cybertronics Tactical Response Squad followed the Hominoids, mopping up survivors; and then the screen went blank.

The executive led Christina and Jennifer through the security checkpoints to an elevator and they ascended to Cybertronics fast repair station on Level Twenty Three. Christina engaged the young man in inane conversation until they arrived at the repair facility. Jennifer was rushed into a small diagnostic medical cubicle where an efficient young Intern looked at her injuries.

“This will be an easy fix,” he concluded after glancing superficially at the injury to her hand.

He made no inquiry as to how the injury had occurred.

Christina was given a cup of coffee and settled into the small waiting room. She bought up her Omni and began to scan the building layout, reviewing and revising how she would gain access to the Special Products Division some thirty floors above where they were currently located.

“I’m going to anaethesise you while I repair your hand Jennifer. Do you understand?” the Intern explained.

Jennifer nodded. Her role was to be submissive and supplicant to Christina but her hand was causing her considerable pain which she wanted alleviated as soon as possible.

He lay Jennifer down on one of the two of the examination couches in the cubicle and an overhead scanning device passed over her body as the Intern injected an anaesthetic into her vein.

Unbeknown to Christina and Jennifer, this was to be their downfall. They were totally unaware that The Movement’s headquarters was under attack, neither Mark nor Simon were able to get the massage through before they lost all communications connectivity.

When the scanning device passed over Jennifer’s body it initially found nothing untoward but then the program found an anomaly. The identification codes of the Jennifer lying on the couch matched the code of the Jennifer owned by Miz Christina Formosa but Christina had made a mistake when she broke Jennifer’s fingers. The scanner also identified that the mitochondrial tissue used in the manufacture of this Jennifer was two years younger than that of the Jennifer model on the couch.

The scanner interfaced into the Cybernetics main computer and began a search. The two Jennifers were identical in appearance, but there was no doubt that the Jennifer lying on the couch was a newly manufactured model. The computer ran a security routine and immediately identified that this Jennifer was model number J47347 and was the highest priority target of Cybernetics Special Operations Unit.

A subroutine program sent immediate priority alerts to the head of Special Products, Max Middleton and Will Faraday, Head of the Special Operations Unit.

Allan Woking, the young executive currently smoozing up to Christina Formosa while her Companion Hominoid was being repaired also received the alert on his Omni. He managed to hide his surprise at the content of the alert that appeared on his Omni screen.

“Excuse me,” he patted Christina on the knee as he arose which she found to be quite forward by the young man.

Allan Woking entered the medical cubicle where the Intern had just completed treating Jennifer’s injuries.

“She’s good as new,” the Intern beamed.

“Never mind about that. Check this out,” Allan held his Omni up to the young Intern.

The Intern accessed the Cloud and was amazed and disturbed at the data scrolling across his Omni presence.

“Gak! It says we are directed to incapacitate the Hominoid Jennifer and the human Christina Formosa and await the arrival of SOU officers. Any attempt by them to escape is to be met with termination using deadly force!”

“I’m not paid to be soldier!” the Intern whined.

Allan looked at Jennifer lying on the examination couch. She was beautiful. She looked serene and his eyes roamed over her pretty face, her pert breasts, her slim hips and her long legs. She had taken off her high heels and he ran his fingertips across her stocking-clad toes.

“We have plenty of time. Have you ever fucked a Model Four pleasure bot?” the question was rhetorical.

“And the haughty Elite bitch out there…I’d like to hear her whine while I fucked her,” Alan grinned evilly.

“Are you fucking crazy? If Mister Faraday finds we’ve been fucking around with these women or even worse if they escape, it will be us he blasts not them,” the Intern replied, but he too was gazing at the Jennifer lying on the couch and thinking lustful thoughts.

“Look. You give me something to knock out the bitch outside. We get the two bitches in here and have some fun with them; then we either terminate them or hand them over to Faraday. Either way, mission accomplished and we get to fuck two beautiful women who are way out of our league,” Allan smirked, patting the small phaser holstered on his hip.

The Intern swiped his Omni and held it up to Allan Woking.

“The Jennifer is Binominal. She’s a special order. A transsexual for fuck sake, check this out,” he pointed to the screen of his Omni.

“Gak! A chick with a dick! I’ve heard of such abnormalities but never thought I’d see one. Still look at those full lips and those hips; I bet she’s got a great ass.”

“You know what? It only makes me wanna fuck her even more. Fix me a sedative and I’ll take care of vinegar-tits outside and we’ll have a couple of hours fun before we hand them over; dead or alive, I don’t care,” Allan grinned.

The Intern thought about it for only a few moments and then he rummaged around in a drawer of the medical cart and produced a sedative gun which he slapped into Allan’s hand.

“Just press it anywhere against her body, the gun will fire the anaesthetic into her bloodstream, even through four layers of clothing, and she’ll be comatose in milliseconds,” he chuckled, his eyes bright in anticipation.

“And here; take these,” he mooched around in his rucksack lying under the medical cart and produced a small elaborately etched pillbox.

He dropped two yellow pills into Allan’s hand.

“Performance enhancers; believe me these things are the bomb,” he grinned, swallowing two of the pills himself.

As soon as Jennifer came out of the sedative she knew that something was wrong. The pain in her hand had completely disappeared and she looked down and saw that her damaged fingers were now healed. But why was Allan Woking standing nearly naked at the bottom of the couch holding a small phaser in his hand.

She turned her head sideways and was alarmed to see Christina lying on the other examination couch beside her. Christina was wide awake, her eyes filled with anger but also trepidation. Then Jennifer noticed that Christina had been stripped down to her underwear and her legs were spread and manacled to the frame of the couch.

“What?” Jennifer never got to finish the sentence.

“We know who you are and can guess why you are here. It makes no difference to us if we hand you over to the SOU alive or dead,” Allan Woking, now dressed only in his underpants waved his phaser.

“If you behave yourselves and remain compliant you get to live a little longer. Maybe the SOU guys will hand you over to Special Products for reprogramming. As for your friend, she’s human and Elite so she is likely to just be charged and imprisoned or fined; but how you two behave for the next hour or two will determine your fate,” Allan explained.

Jennifer saw that the Intern was also undressed down to his briefs and both men were sporting erections. She knew what they intended.

“I’ll give you both anything you want. As you know I’m a Model Four Companion and I know how to please a man any number of ways,” Jennifer replied.

“Gak! Even now you can’t help yourself but behave like a whore!” Christina spat at Jennifer.

Jennifer accepted the rebuke without response. She knew that Christina was too angry and scared to realise that Jennifer was trying to sacrifice herself to spare Christina any indignity.

“Yeah we know that. We also know that you aren’t what you seem and that you have been genetically altered, but I find that kinda kinky. Unfortunately for your girlfriend here my colleague has always wanted to fuck an Elite so while I accept your offer; you aren’t going to prevent your girlfriend from getting fucked,” Allan replied, an evil smirk on his lips.

“I’d rather you just shoot me,” Christina hissed.

“Oh we definitely will if you give us grief. But you’re getting fucked first so you might as well resign yourself to your fate,” the Intern joined in.

The Intern was excited, he ran his hand along Christina’s leg. She was wearing holdup stockings and he caressed the dark welt at the top of her thigh and then lightly ran his fingers into the cleft between her legs, pushing the gusset of her soft satin panties into the folds of her sex while she writhed on the couch, staining at her bonds.

Jennifer had not been restrained and she began to formulate a crude escape plan but it would involve distracting the men the only way she knew how.

“Come on then; let’s get this over with,” she opened her arms invitingly to Allan.

“Jesus these pleasure bots have no morals,” he chuckled and put the phaser down on the medical cart.

Allan knew that Hominoids were programmed not to harm humans so he saw no need to restrain Jennifer as he dropped his underpants and climbed on the cart.

Jennifer embraced him and pressed her lips his, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she felt his erection press against her belly through her skirt.

“I knew you’d defect you slut-bot!” Christina spat.

The Intern watched Jennifer and Allan embrace and kiss and saw Allan slide his hand under Jennifer’s skirt, his fingers sliding up her nyloned thigh. The Intern’s penis sprang to full attention and he dropped his shorts and sidled up closer to Christina lying bound on the couch.

“You put that thing anywhere near my mouth and I’ll bite it off!” Christina growled.

“That’s ok darling, I’ll take my pleasure anyway I can get it,” he grinned as he climbed on top of Christina as she writhed beneath him.

“Here; I have something to help you,” his grin widened as he pressed the pneumatic sedative gun he had concealed in his other hand against her flesh.

This time he injected a powerful aphrodisiac into Christina’s bloodstream. The expensive narcotic was available over the counter to those Elite who could afford it, but working in the medical department, the Intern had unfettered access to the pharmacy and had stolen plenty of recreational drugs for his personal use. He had loaded the gun from a stash he kept secreted in his rucksack.

“Just relax and enjoy the ride honey,” he said soothingly as Christina went limp beneath him, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Christina felt a rush of excitement surge through her body. Her nipples hardened and became extremely sensitive, her sex began to excrete vaginal juices, soaking into her panties, and her clitoris hardened and began to radiate extreme sexual sensations. It was a strange and bewildering feeling; she was highly aroused and craved release but at the same time she felt nothing but hatred for the man lying on top of her.

When the Intern began to kiss her she desperately wanted to bite off his tongue, to rake her nails down his back and beat him with her fists but instead she responded to his kisses and slid her tongue into his mouth. Christina lifted her hips, grinding her pubis against his erection.

“God I hate you so much you fucking animal but I desperately want you to fuck me,” she gasped into his mouth.

Christina was briefly able to turn her head and saw that Allan Woking had climbed off Jennifer and he was standing beside the couch while Jennifer suckled him; he had opened her blouse and extricated her breasts from her brassiere and was sucking on one nipple whilst tweaking the other between his fingers. Jennifer was groaning with lust as she worked her lips up and down his cock, using the tip of her tongue on his fraenulum. Allan was moaning too; waves of intense pleasure emanated from his penis. He would climax soon if he let her keep fellating him.

But Allan wanted to fuck Jennifer. He was fascinated that she had male genitalia but she was such a beautiful and sensual woman. He imagined his cock invading her anus and watching her gasp as his engorged member filled her back passage.

Jennifer too was surprised at how soon she had succumbed to Allan’s ministrations. She shouldn’t have been. She suspected that Cybertronics had likely encoded her with a hyperactive sex drive and made her pleasure receptors hypersensitive; probably made to order by the man who had paid Cybertronics to build her.

The Intern guided his penis between Christina’s legs and pressed it against her panty-clad mound; he could feel the heat of her sex as he rubbed his penis on her secretion soaked panties. He groaned deep down in his thorax as Christina began to grind and thrum against him.

“I hate you scumbag but I want your cock inside me. Ride me you skinny runt! Make me come!” Christina moaned.

“Oh god baby suck my cock!” Allan was now upright and holding Jennifers face while he fucked her mouth.

Jennifer slathered at the member invading her mouth; she felt her own penis becoming erect and she lifted her skirt and put her hand inside her panties and pantyhose and freed her member from between her legs and stroked it through the layers of panty and hosiery, improving her erection.

Allan witnessed her do so and was fascinated.

“I wanna see it,” he groaned.

“Me too,” the Intern was watching Jennifer intently whilst he dry-humped Christina.

“And so do I,” Christina admitted.

Lying underneath the Intern Christina was pushing up to meet his thrusts, trying to get his cock to press on her clitoris as he rode her. The aphrodisiac had not only turned her into a wonton whore, it had loosened her inhibitions.

Allan lifted Jennifer’s skirt higher and he gazed at the outline of her erection bulging the front of her panties. Allan tentatively traced her hard cock through the layers of satin and nylon and Jennifer shuddered with lust. She kept suckling Allan’s penis as he explored her underwear.

The Intern and Christina watched too; fascinated by the sight of the beautiful woman with the erect penis filling her panties.

“Oh for god sake fuck me!” Christina begged.

Whilst still watching Allan fondle Jennifer, the Intern reached down and tugged the gusset of Christina’s panties aside and slid his hard cock into her buttery cunt. They both moaned as his throbbing cock slammed into her, right up to hilt; he ground his pubis against hers, stimulating her clitoris and enjoying the sensation as her tight, sleek, passage gripped his cock.

Allan began to pull down Jennifer’s panties and she wriggled to allow him to do so. He left them dangling from one ankle and stared at her sleek pink shaft and purple glans encased in the sheer gusset of her pantyhose. Pre-ejaculate had soaked into the flesh-toned gossamer fabric, darkening it.

Allan pulled his cock from Jennifer’s mouth with an audible plop. Jennifer was dismayed that the object of her desire had been taken out of her mouth but she began to smile as Allan climbed onto the couch, straddling her.

He pressed his cock to hers, enjoying the feel of her erection encased in the sheer nylon as he rubbed his cock on hers.

Christina and the Intern were still watching Allan and Jennifer and Christina began to buck harder underneath him, stimulated by the sight of the transsexual being molested and teased.

“Fuck me! Fuck me you asshole!” Christina hissed.

The Intern reached down and unbuckled the bonds holding Christina’s ankles and wrists to the couch; he wanted her stocking-sheathed legs wrapped around him and she did exactly that with little encouragement. She gripped his waist as she rode beneath him, guiding his penis to her pleasure centres.

She gripped the naked Intern with her legs and encouraged him to ride her as her first orgasm began to erupt.

The orgasm came out of nowhere; she was riding a plateaux of pleasure when suddenly intense sensations of utter sexual gratification began to radiate from her clitoris, spreading through her vagina and then all through her body. Her nipples became intensely sensitive and they too radiated pleasure; her body was on fire with lust and she lifted her head, seeking the Intern’s mouth which he duly placed on hers and began to kiss her passionately as she bucked underneath him, grinding her crotch into his, gripping him with her stocking-sheathed legs.

Christina’s cunt gripped the Intern’s penis, rippling and pulsing, causing him to ejaculate. He jackhammered his cock in and out Christina’s sopping quivering vagina, his tongue slavering in her mouth as they crushed their lips together.

This display of wonton pleasure encouraged Allan and Jennifer; she writhed beneath him rubbing her nylon-clad cock against his.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me like that whore over there,” Jennifer pointed at Christina.

Allan need no further encouragement and began to paw at Jennifer’s pantyhose, trying to pull them down.

“Let me,” she moaned and slid a red-painted manicured fingernail into the gusset of her pantyhose and after a couple of vain attempts finally snagged the sheer fabric.

She enlarged the hole just enough so that she could guide Allan’s cock to her puckered sphincter. Her fingers flailed frantically at the instrument table beside the couch until they located a tube of gel used for ultrasound scanning and she quickly squeezed a gobbet of the clear viscous gel onto her hand and began to slather it on Allan’s erection.

“Oh god be careful honey; I’m so close,” he moaned.

Allan thrust forward and Jennifer mewed as his penis penetrated her sphincter and slid inside her anus right up to the hilt.

“Oh my!” Jennifer squealed as Allan’s glans pressed on her prostate, she pulled down the front of her pantyhose so that she could stroke her cock.

Jennifer’s cock quivered and began to leak copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid, a thin rope of the clear viscous liquid exuded from the eye of her glans.

Allan leaned down and kissed her as he began to slowly fuck her. They were both on a knife’s edge, their orgasms imminent. Jennifer lifted her legs and wrapped them around Allan’s torso, encouraging him to fuck her as her tongue explored his mouth.

Allan was feeling intense waves of pleasure as Jennifer's anus contracted around the shaft of his penis.

Christina witnessed Jennifer lying on her back, her pantyhose-clad legs locked around Allan, encouraging him to fuck her, the look of sheer lust on Jennifer’s and Allan’s face initiated her second orgasm which wracked her body. She literally began to shake and quiver on the couch as the Intern fucked her harder, ejaculating inside her. He had to hold onto her as she bucked underneath him, her tongue rolling around inside his mouth.

Jennifer orgasmed in concert with Allan, his cock pulsed and quivered as he fucked her hard and fast, his hot semen filled her anal cavity and Jennifer felt the scalding issue inside her and ejaculated over her trim taught belly. Allan saw her come and kissed her passionately driving himself deep inside her anus as the last of his spend spurted from his throbbing penis. He threw back his head and roared with pleasure.

Jennifer gasped as the final throes of her climax wracked her body and then she began to feel respite from the intense feelings of lust and debauchery.

Now was the time for Jennifer to enact her plan.

She encouraged Allan to roll underneath her so that she was straddling him. His penis was still erect and lazily plunging in and out of her anus. She rode him cowgirl and felt his cock begin to quiver once more. He was ready to come again, the performance enhancing drug in full effect, and she lowered her face and kissed him as her buttocks rode up and down on his shaft.

Christina and the Intern were still fucking, both enjoying the effects of the performance enhancing medications surging through their systems, alternately watching Jennifer and Allan fucking and then becoming intimately involved in their own gratification.

Jennifer waited until Christina and the Intern were concentrating on fucking each other and when she was certain that nothing would distract them she acted.

Jennifer rolled off Allan’s erection and scrambled for the medical cart. She scooped up Allan’s small ion phaser and waved it at the occupants of the couches, putting her best ‘don’t fuck with me’ scowl on her face.

“Ok you two; you’ve had your fun. You, Intern guy, get off Christina and put your hands up. You too Allan; put your hands up and get over into the corner,” Jennifer waved the weapon around dangerously.

The Intern stopped fucking Christine, immediately alarmed. He extricated himself from her and climbed down off the couch.

“Watch what you are doing with that thing you dopey fuck-bot!” he wheezed, out of breath from his exertions.

Allan lazily got off his couch.

“Don’t worry brother; the dizzy cooze is a pleasure-bot; she can’t hurt anyone. Her program won’t let her,” he grinned confidently.

Christina was still coming down from her multiple orgasms but she grasped the situation and she too dropped to the floor.

“Give me the phaser you loopy cunt!” Allan made to grab the gun from Jennifer’s grip.

At the same time Christina leapt across the gap and the three of them struggled for control of the weapon.

Allan elbowed Christina in the throat and she skittered across the floor and ended up sprawled in the corner.

He snatched the phaser from Jennifer’s grip, knowing full well she couldn’t use it. He took a bead on Christina and pulled the trigger.

“No!” Jennifer cried and dived in front of Christina, shielding Christina with her body.

Jennifer took the full force of the phaser blast and fell lifeless on top of Christina.

To be continued…

I, Jennifer
By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Four: The End

Max Middleton, head of both the Special Products Division and the Special Operations Unit was using his Omni to communicate with Will Faraday. Will’s Tactical Response Squad was systematically searching The Movement’s Command Centre where it was obvious that a pitched battle had occurred.

Will held up the head of Simon Wilson, the unofficial Leader of The Movement.

“He told us nothing before he died. Mark Johnston, his deputy and Captain of The Movement’s militia, is missing,” Will said to Max.

“He won’t get far boss. I’ve retired our Binominal Combat Hominoids; no one except for my squad will know they were here. Our Media Division will release a news story reflecting that after a hard-fought battle, the Cybertronics Tactical Response Squad won a stunning victory over the terrorist organisation known only as ‘The Movement,’” Will grinned.

“Never mind the bullshit. What about that fucking Model Four! I want to see you holding up that cunt’s pretty head,” Max Middleton growled.

“As you know sir, that Elite cooze Christina Formosa and the Jennifer Model Four tried to infiltrate our headquarters and we currently have them both held captive in our fast repair station on level twenty three,” Will grinned.

“Yeah, held captive by a junior executive and an Intern who has twice been reprimanded for stealing drugs and molesting Companion bots while they were anesthetised; I’m not feeling confident Will,” Max was not convinced that all was in order.

“Sir, I needed my entire SOU to take out these scum and accomplish this mission. We have effectively wiped out The Movement. I have received an Omni message from Allan Woking confirming that he and the Intern have the Jennifer and Christina Formosa drugged and restrained on level twenty three. I don’t want to send any more personnel from Cybertronics in there who are not cleared for access to Special Products, I’ll likely have to ‘disappear’ the Intern and the junior exec anyway; this thing needs to be wrapped up tight. You know how important it is to keep a lid on our Binominal Hominoid projects,” Will grimaced.

“Spare me the details Will; take care of the two twats and do what you need to do to silence the level twenty three underlings. I want this mess cleaned up so we can get back to business,” Max signed off from his Omni and his image dissolved in Will’s mind.

“Ok Sergeant; have a few tech savvy guys find out what they can from that mainframe and have the rest of the Unit search the place again. I want every nook and cranny, every room, every crawlspace and cellar checked for any survivors we might have missed. Dispatch any survivors and then destroy everything and torch this place,” Will ordered.

“I’m heading back to the Cybertronics Building,” Will scattered broken glass with his heels as he turned away.

He kicked the headless torso of Simon Wilson on his way out of the Command Centre.

Back at Cybertronics Incorporated, Christina lay pinned under the inert body of Jennifer.

“Well I guess that’s the fuck-bot taken care of; now all I need to do is dispose of you,” Allan grinned at Christina.

Christina reflected on how stupid Allan looked, his lanky skinny frame still sporting a rather magnificent erection while he waved the small phaser at her.

She often wondered why men who were in an obvious position of tactical advantage felt the need to waffle on and waste precious seconds when, as in this case, Allan Woking could have simply shot Christina, which was his original plan: ‘Fuck the bitches then shoot them!’

Christina was trained in urban combat warfare and she used Jennifer’s body to shield herself from a kill shot. The Intern was no threat, he had curled up like a ball in the corner, sniffling and whining as soon as the scuffle broke out and the shooting started.

Allan tried to get a bead on Christina but she kept using Jennifer as a shield and he couldn’t take a shot that would either kill or disable her. His reticence was his downfall.

Christina summoned all the strength in her arms and legs and flung Jennifer’s body at Allan. He fired off a wild shot that hit the wall behind Christina as Jennifer’s body fell at his feet, but it was too late. Christina launched herself at Allan and was able to use her superior training to overpower him and drive him to the floor, holding the hand in which he gripped the phaser pointed away from her.

She kneed him in the scrotum and felt his testicles pop. Allan screamed with pain and dropped the phaser, clutching his groin in agony. Christina punched him in the face and smiled with satisfaction as she felt his nose break.

She rose to her feet and picked up the phaser.

“This is for fucking us against our will,” she shot him in the groin, dissolving the fingers that cupped his scrotum, along with his genitalia.

Allan screamed.

“And this is just for Jennifer,” she shot Allan Woking in the head and he ceased to exist.

Christina rolled Jennifer over and inspected her body. Allan had shot her high on the shoulder; the wound itself was not fatal, but the shock from the ion pulse burning through Jennifer’s flesh had caused her heart to go into arrhythmia.

She waved the phaser at the Intern, now cringing and sobbing in the corner waiting for his turn to be obliterated.

“Fix her!” Christina ordered.

“What?” the Intern was bewildered.

Christina fired the phaser a foot above the Intern’s head.

“Fix her or the next shot takes off your balls; then I’m going to use those scalpels over there to skin you alive,” Christina threatened.

The Intern scrambled to his feet.

“Help me,” he pleaded with Christina as he tried to lift Jennifer onto one of the examination couches.

The Intern took a cursory look at Jennifer and pointed to a small emergency defibrillator mounted on the wall.

“Give me that,” the Intern was all business now that he knew his life depended on it.

Christina handed him the box and he quickly fastened the electrodes to Jennifer’s body and activated the unit.

Jennifer spasmed as the electronic pulses coursed through her body. The Intern was taking a chance hoping that Jennifer’s physiology, being extremely close to human, would respond accordingly.

He was lucky.

Jennifer opened her eyes and gasped as she drew in a deep breath.

“Move!” Christina literally kicked the Intern out of the way and leaned over Jennifer.

She ripped off the electrodes and shook Jennifer gently and watched as Jennifer’s eyes began to focus and her consciousness slowly return. She lifted Jennifer into a sitting position; adjusting the couch to support her.

Christina held Jennifer by her upper arms and looked into her eyes and watched as Jennifer finally began to fix her gaze on Christina.

“Christina! You’re alive,” Jennifer smiled.

“Of course I’m alive you dozy clunker; you took the shot meant for me,” Christina smiled back.

“My shoulder hurts,” Jennifer frowned.

Jennifer was obviously still in shock.

“Ok doctor dipshit; you’ve got one chance to leave here in one piece. You fix her, or I start with the scalpel,” Christina waved the phaser at the Intern.

“I’ll need to put her under again and I’ll need fifteen minutes to repair the damage. This isn’t a couple of broken fingers,” the Intern said as he began to arrange instruments on the table.

Christina winced as she recalled breaking Jennifer’s fingers in the car.

Jennifer smiled up at her.

“It doesn’t matter. You had to do it as a pretext to get us in here. Besides, I’m just a clunky fuck puppet; not much good for anything else.” Jennifer tried to grin but her expression was wan with pain.

“Shut up you dopey bonk-bot,” Christina stroked Jennifer’s hair, her eyes filled with tears.

“You called me her,” Jennifer’s grimace briefly turned to a grin.

“What?” Christina looked confused.

“Before…you didn’t call me it; you called me her,” Jennifer replied.

“Put her under and fix her doc,” Christina ordered the Intern.

Jennifer woke up to find that she felt no pain. She had also been dressed and with the exception of her ripped pantyhose was dressed quite decently.

Christina leaned into her.

“Are you ok?” she searched Jennifer’s eyes.

“Yes thank you Christina. Good as new and ready to do your bidding,” she grinned.

“Stop that!” Christina frowned.

“Stop what?” Jennifer looked puzzled.

“Stop behaving like a cheap skin-job. You’re a Model Four Jennifer, the closest thing to a human being there is,” Christina rebuked her.

“But still not human,” Jennifer said matter-of-factly.

“But more human than some that claim to be,” Christina leaned in and kissed Jennifer on the lips.

Jennifer was so taken aback that at first she didn’t respond; then Jennifer kissed Christina in return, gently stroking her hair as their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. They broke the kiss and looked around the repair station.

Allan Woking’s body was slumped in one corner, the walls pocked with sooty phaser blasts. The place smelled like sex, sweat, and burned flesh. The Intern cowered in another corner waiting his fate.

“Shall I shoot him? I know you can’t,” Christina said, lazily waving the phaser at the Intern who was now dressed and wearing a lab coat.

“I’m Binominal so maybe I can?” Jennifer replied.

Christina pressed the phaser into Jennifer’s hand.

Jennifer pointed the phaser at the Intern who was now shaking with fear.

She took careful aim on the Intern.

“What does this switch do?” Jennifer tapped a small lever with her fingertip.

“It switches the weapon from kill to stun,” Christina replied.

Jennifer flicked the switch to stun and shot the Intern.

“Let’s get out of here and finish the mission,” Jennifer held out the phaser to Christina.

Christina took the weapon and stroked Jennifer’s brow.

“Allan was right…you really are a loopy cunt,” She kissed Jennifer again softly and stroked her cheek and then Christina was all business.

The two women fixed their makeup and adjusted their clothing so that once again Christina looked like a mature Elite sophisticate in the company her very expensive Companion Hominoid.

Outside of the fast repair station there were a series other medical facilities and recovery wards that took up most of the floorspace. All of the access doors to the wards had been locked and access to level twenty-three had been restricted by Cybertronics Security when it was reported that the two infiltrators were being held captive in the fast repair station. The corridor was deserted.

Christina and then Jennifer pressed the button for the elevator and tried scanning their wrists on the sensor but the screen flashed a warning message ‘Access Denied – Cybertronics Staff Only’.

“The fuckers have closed the place down,” Christina stated the obvious.

“What do we do now?” Jennifer scanned the deserted corridors.

They were effectively trapped. Christina and then Jennifer both tried their Omnis but couldn’t raise Mark Johnston, Simon Wilson or anyone from The Movement.

“This isn’t good. We’re pretty much fucked!” Christina gritted her teeth.

“Only Cybertronics staff can access the elevator right?” Jennifer looked back at the fast repair station deliberately.

Christina understood.

Jennifer waited anxiously at the elevator; she heard the muffled blast of an ion phaser and then Christina returned. She was dragging the bloody stump of Allan Woking’s forearm, which she waved across the elevator sensor. The call light lit up and a bell dinged as the car approached.

Christina waved Allan’s bloody wrist across the scanner in the elevator, pressed the button for level fifty-three and then tossed Allan’s severed arm out of the door as it closed.

Suddenly the interactive screen on the elevator wall lit up and an in-house advertising spiel began. A comforting, rather sexy, male baritone provided the voiceover to the imagery of an attractive young couple answering the door to their spacious and elegant home.

‘Taking delivery of your new Bethany model Companion Hominoid will be the happiest day of your life.’

A gorgeous, statuesque, blond woman with long legs, pert breasts and beatific smile was greeted at the door by her new owners and welcomed into the house.

‘Whether making those special touches around the house, being a safe, reliable and loving companion for your partner and your children, running those errands you need done right now, or helping you host the best dinner parties in your neighbourhood, the Bethany will provide all of the love, warmth and security that you have come to expect from Cybertronics extensive range of Companion Hominoids,’ the voiceover continued.

Vignettes of Bethany assisting around the house, putting groceries into the trunk of a car, hugging two handsome children, picking the children up from school, and listening intently at a ladies book club gathering filled the screen.

‘The Bethany, just like our Jennifer models, comes in all three races with fifty different variants available.’

The screen depicted the young couple now dressed for bed, holding hands with a lingerie-clad Bethany between them as she accompanied them towards the bedroom.

‘And when the kids are asleep and you have the house to yourself…Bethany will provide you with those special services that only she knows how to perform,’ Bethany turned towards to camera and gave a salacious wink.

‘Trade in your Jennifer now and upgrade to our latest Companion…Bethany…coming soon from Cybertronics,’ the advertisement concluded.

“Suck my dick Bethany!” Jennifer grabbed her crotch and raised a finger to the screen.

Christina couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Loud militaristic music blasted from the screen and a squad of Combat Hominoids filled the screen. Their armour had been stripped down and their over-developed muscles shone, their bodies oiled and tanned. Their faces were handsome but overly serious, dark eyes searched around maliciously from under heavy brows.

‘When you need off world security that is reliable, ruthless and loyal, our latest model Combat Hominoids are the world’s best. Their programming ensures they are one hundred percent safe around humans and Earth borne organic life whilst merciless to malicious alien lifeforms.’

One of the Combat models ruffled a young boy’s hair and looked at him affectionately and then shielded the boy from an attacking alien lifeform, blasting the ugly alien to pieces.

‘Cybertronics Combat Hominoids come in many ranges from disposable infantry models to elite Command Commanders. They will protect you, your family, and your possessions, whether you need just one for personal protection or an army to guard your off-world commercial ventures.’

A beautiful young woman in a short skirt and heels with her breasts barely contained in her blouse ran onto the screen and hugged the boy. She was obviously meant to be the boy’s mother. Then she put her arms around the Combat Hominoid and kissed his cheek, leaving her lipstick imprinted on the side of his face. She glanced down at the bulge in the Hominoid’s spandex pants and a mischievous smile crossed her face fleetingly before she returned her attention back to the boy.

‘Cybertronics. Whatever your need; we have the product just for you,” the voiceover droned on.

Suddenly the screen shattered and Jennifer, startled at first, realised that Christina had blasted it with her phaser.

“Level fifty-three; Special Products Division, this is a restricted area,” the feminie robotic voice announced as the doors opened.

Christina took her own phaser out of her purse and handed the phaser she had taken from Allan Woking to Jennifer. Christina levelled her weapon as she stepped out of the elevator and Jennifer followed her lead.

“I wish we were wearing combat gear instead of these tight-fitting suits and fucking high heels,” Christina scanned the corridors, half-expecting to be greeted by trouble.

“I think I’d look good in skin-tight black leather,” Jennifer said absentmindedly as she too carefully checked her surrounds.

“Loopy cunt,” Christina whispered to herself.

“What now?” Jennifer asked.

“Oh now it’s dead fucking easy. We find Will Faraday’s office or even better Max Middleton’s. Then we download data that proves that Cybertronics is manufacturing illegal Binominal Hominoids and is guilty of mass murder, bribery of government officials, crimes against humanity, and generally fucking over our whole world,” Christina spat.

They crept along the corridors, phasers ready. All of the doors required access codes they didn’t have; they were labelled: ‘Research and Development’, ‘Quality Control’, ‘Bio-Engineering’ and other such nomenclature.

The wide corridors seemed to go on for miles. They finally came across a suite of offices; Metallic script half a metre high proclaimed: ‘Maximilian Middleton Head of Special Products Division and Special Operations Unit’. A sign underneath in the same metallic script but half the dimensions announced: ‘William Faraday Officer in Charge – Special Operations Unit’.

“Looks like we found the right place,” Christina pointed to the signage on the wall as they backed away around the corner out of sight of the guards outside of the office complex.

“But we have no chance of getting in there. Did you see those two Combat Hominoids stationed outside the doors?” Jennifer said.

“I sure did. That’s an offence in itself; using Hominoids to police humans,” Christina peeked around the corner and took some imagery with her Omni.

“That won’t prove anything Christina and you know it. Cybertronics will claim the Battle bots are just there for display purposes,” Jennifer stated the bleeding obvious.

“I know Jennifer. There must be some way to access the Special Products data or for us to find evidence of Binominal activity,” Christina fumed.

“Then we keep searching; I still can’t raise Mark or Simon on my Omni,” Jennifer sounded very concerned.

A few minutes later Christina and Jennifer came across what appeared to be a huge warehouse facility taking up the remainder of level fifty-three. Signage announced ‘Special Products - Storage and Dispatch’ above a huge set of double doors. There were scuffmarks and wheel tracks on the floor indicating a lot of heavy traffic.

An unmanned tractor towing six spotless white incubation pods soundlessly rounded the corner. Christina nodded at Jennifer and they both leapt onto the last pod, scrambling to hold onto the smooth sides with their feet planted on the rear bumper. The doors to the warehouse opened equally soundlessly and as the little train passed through the entrance, Jennifer and Christina hopped off and dived for cover.

The place appeared devoid of human life; every task was either being performed automatically or by ‘drone’ Hominoids of little intellect but programmed to complete repetitious tasks faultlessly.

Christina and Jennifer made their way cautiously through the cavernous space; their presence ignored by the drones. The warehouse was subdivided and the first room they came to was filled with Bethanys and Jennifers not yet self-aware but ready for activation. There were hundreds of them in different races and with different features, suspended from the ceiling in slings, naked and ready for shipment. In an adjacent room a similar number of ‘Timothys’, male Companion Hominoids were stored.

As they got further into the warehouse, they still found no real evidence of illegal Hominoids and were close to giving up the search when they found a smaller chamber with a sign that read ‘Special Dispatch’ on the door.

Inside the room were Hominoids that had undoubtedly been binomially treated. There were at least half a dozen Jennifers and other versions of female Companion bots with male genitalia, often of grotesque preparations. There were male Companions with two penises, a pair of Jennifers were joined together back to back like Siamese twins, one Jennifer had been incubated with both female and male genitalia.

“Gives a whole meaning to the phrase, go fuck yourself,” Christina whispered.

Christina took video with her Omni whilst Jennifer just stared; she was sure that she could see a large dog with what appeared to be a human vagina between its legs and other monstrosities further back in the room but she had no compunction to look further. She waited by the door until Christina returned.

“Well there is no doubt that Cybertronics are manufacturing and selling illegal Hominoids. Now we just need evidence that they are Binominaling Hominoids too,” Christina pocketed her Omni.

They found more rooms with more aberrant Hominoids; they were amazed at the depravity and inventiveness that had gone into the design of some of the specimens.

After what seemed like an eternity they came to another cavernous warehouse within the repository. Jennifer and Christina entered the room and stood stock-still; mouths agape.

Lined up in ranks like tin soldiers were hundreds of Combat Hominoids. They were all naked and their over-developed muscles bulged, thick necks strained and black hair glistened in the dim light. Most of the battle-bots were androgynous, without genitalia as they had no use for it. But a rank at the front of the Hominoid army were sporting enormous phalluses; huge even in their flaccid state.

“Magnificent aren’t they,” a voice came from behind them

Jennifer and Christina spun around to be confronted by Max Middleton grinning menacingly, covering them both with his high-powered phaser.

“Drop those purse-pistols ladies,” Max grinned.

The girls dropped their phasers.

“J47347! You’ve been a thorn in my side since we built you. And you; Christina Formosa, Elite socialite turned terrorist. You’ve been as much trouble to me as your brother was.

“Don’t talk about my brother, you murdering bastard!” Christina growled.

“Have you seen the video? Your sister in law and niece both moaned like whores when my Combat Hominoids fucked them. No wonder your brother killed himself,” Max Middleton chuckled mirthlessly.

Christina leapt for Max but Jennifer held her back; it would have been suicide.

“And now ladies; for giving me so much trouble and taking up so much of my time, I’m going to ensure you endure a similar fate before I kill you. When I get bored I sometimes replay the video of the pathetic Epsilon Eridani b colonists meeting their fate. The Jennifer is just an expensive sex toy and will undoubtedly enjoy what is about to happen to her but you too will be unable to control yourself when my magnificent soldiers begin to defile you,” Max directed his gaze to Christina.

“But you will both feel degraded and more importantly, hopeless and betrayed. When I’ve seen enough to sate my urges I’m going to have my magnificent Battle bots tear you both apart,” Max waved his phaser at the two women, directing them towards a long counter.

Max bought up his Omni and spoke into it, keeping his weapon trained on the two women.

Jennifer looked forlornly at Christina and gave her a ‘what now?’ look of despair. Christina could only shrug her shoulders; she only hoped that maybe they could hatch some sort of plan similar to that they had used to escape from the fast repair station.

Four of the Combat Hominoids in the front rank suddenly sprang to attention; immediately alert. They looked around menacingly and then focussed their gaze on Christina and Jennifer.

Max spoke into his Omni again and grinned at the two women mercilessly.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, lowering his phaser.

With four Combat Hominoids to protect him he didn’t need a weapon.

Christina and Jennifer backed up hard against the counter as the four huge Hominoids strode menacingly towards them. Their penises had become instantly erect, dripping pre-ejaculate. Their faces were expressionless but their intent was clear.

They split into twos; the first two grasped Jennifer and tugged down her skirt and panties viciously. They spun her around and bent her over, one positioning himself behind her, the other facing her. The Hominoid behind her probed at her buttocks with his massive phallus, he found the small hole in the gusset of her pantyhose, he ripped it agape and nestled his huge prong in her puckered bud, then he gripped her waist and thrust forward.

Jennifer was glad that her anus was lubricated by the recently deceased Allan Woking’s semen and the gel he had used to ease himself inside her. But the Battle Bot’s cock was huge and stretched her sphincter until Jennifer thought it would tear.

“Gak! Oh my god!” Jennifer howled as the monster behind her pushed his enormous phallus all the way inside her.

The Hominoid standing in front of her pushed his penis against her lips and Jennifer obeyed her programming and opened her mouth. Although she loathed the creature that was forcing her to fellate him, Jennifer’s intrinsic primary function to provide pleasure kicked in and she began to fellate the large penis, suckling it and swallowing the copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid that oozed from the glans.

The Battle Bot that had impaled her on his rampant cock gripped her hips and began to fuck her hard and fast.

Christina witnessed Jennifer’s attack and knew that the same fate was only seconds away. She praised whatever deity that was responsible for making the Intern inject her with the powerful aphrodisiac because otherwise she knew that she would die fighting off the two Battle Bots that had now lifted her onto the table after pulling down her skirt and panties.

She couldn’t control the rush of sexual excitement that surged through her as the Battle Bot positioned her on the edge of the counter and pulled her legs over his shoulder. He entered her in one thrust and her vagina stretched; the slippery spongy flesh accommodating the huge phallus but only just. She had never felt so full. When the second beast mounted the counter, cradled her head and pushed his phallus into her mouth she had no choice but to suckle it, swallowing the secretions that flowed constantly from the eye of his cock.

The Battle Bots primary programming was obviously attack and defence, but these four Bots were also designed and programed to provide sexual satisfaction and they had been biologically engineered accordingly.

Jennifer’s howls of pain quickly became moans of desire as the penis of the entity fucking her began to throb and vibrate. The girth of his penis stimulated the sensitive nerves of her sphincter and his rampant glans pressed against her prostate, stimulating her pleasure centres, she pushed her buttocks back against the invading member and slavered at the cock in her mouth, swallowing the delectable juices.

Christina was in a similar dilemma; she hated the fact that she was being violated against her will but could not control her body’s responses to magnificent cock filling her vagina, pulsing and gyrating as it filled her. The man’s pubis pressed on her clitoris and she nearly fainted with the enormity of the orgasm that was flowering deep inside her and then she screamed as her climax erupted.

Her buttocks gyrated as she writhed with desire and surges of sexual delectation enveloped her. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around the Battle Bot’s waist and pulled him to her. She slurped at the cock in her mouth and was rewarded with a flood of semen which she eagerly swallowed.

Jennifer felt the man fucking her begin to orgasm, pulling her hard against him as he emptied the contents of his scrotum deep in her anus. His convulsing cock triggered her own orgasm and she ejaculated, her semen splattering on the floor.

Christina felt the Bot fucking her also climax; causing her to orgasm a second time. She couldn’t control her lust; the effects of the aphrodisiac were still coursing through her system.

Jennifer’s mouth filled with semen as the Bot she was fellating ejaculated in her mouth.

Almost like in a choreographed dance, the Bots pulled their still erect phalluses from their captives’ orifices and changed places and their defilement began again.

“Oh my god I can’t take any more!” Christina howled.

“But that’s just the point,” Max chuckled.

“The Combat Hominoids can fuck you all day until they eventually just run out of energy. Then they will kill you as I have programmed them to do.”

“Imagine your sister-in-law and your niece in the same position; fucked initially against their will until they could no longer resist giving into their base desires. Then being ravaged to extent that they could take no more; but still they were fucked until the Combat Hominoids were sated and then they were dispatched and discarded.”

“You have some way to go to yet but you will suffer the same fate,” Max laughed.

A ball-like object came bouncing through the door, distracting Max. The women couldn’t see anything as their faces were buried in the groins of the Combat Hominoids who filled their mouths full of cock.

Max looked confused as the ball rolled towards him and then he shrieked in horror.

The ball-like object was in fact the severed head of Will Faraday.

Mark Johnston strode into the room with a squad of the Movement’s best fighters with him. Their reflexes were like lightning; the shot the four Combat Hominoids defiling Jennifer and Christina, the Bots lifeless bodied fell to the ground.

When Max raised his Omni trying to activate his Hominoid army, Mark shot the Omni out of his hand. Two of the Movement’s militia closed in and put Max on the floor, handcuffing his hands behind him.

“If you two ladies have finished trying to fuck the whole Cybernetics Hominoid Army to death we would like to get back to work,” Mark grinned.

“Asshole!” Christina spat at him, dislodging herself from the dead Hominoids and pulling on her panties and skirt.

Jennifer followed suit.

“What the fuck happened, Mark?” Christina was still panting from her exertions.

“Cybertronics launched an all-out assault on our headquarters. They took out Simon and most of our forces there. I escaped with a few others and I’m now leading The Movement,” Mark replied.

“What that asshole and his masters fail to realise is that The Movement is far bigger than they could have dreamed,” Mark pointed with his shoe at the head of Will Faraday.

“We have sleeper cells all over Earth and on almost every colony. Cybertronics forced our hand by attacking our headquarters but the time was probably right anyway. I’ve activated all our forces. We have taken control of most of this building and other cells are attacking all other Cybertronics facilities,” Mark continued.

“With the information we now have we can expose Cybertronics to the worlds governments and more importantly the populace,” Mark strode over to where Max Middleton lay cuffed on the ground.

“You assholes have no idea who you are dealing with! We’ll squash your little rebellion like a bug under a boot,” Max grunted.

“You think so Max? When we broadcast to the world what you and your corporation are up to and the atrocities you have committed, everyone will rebel. You won’t be making any more Binominal Hominoids, in fact I think every Hominoid ever built will be jeopardy,” Mark poked him in the ribs with the toe of his boot.

“You think people are going to believe you; the leader of a shit-pot anti-Hominoid terror group? People love their Hominoids! Industry can’t function without them! Off world exploration will cease!” Max chuckled despite his pain.

“Oh no Max. They won’t be hearing it from just me. They will hear it from you, me, and Jennifer,” Mark fired back.

Mark’s Omni took his attention. He barked a couple of orders into it and then became all business.

“Enough talk. We’ve taken control of all of Level Fifty Three, let’s get this asshole to his office and get set up,” Mark ordered.

“Just one thing before we go,” Mark grunted and fell in behind Max Middleton.

Max screamed and the room suddenly reeked of burning flesh as Mark used his phaser to burn out the identity chip on Max Middleton’s wrist.

“There you go asshole; it’s almost like you don’t exist anymore,” Mark grinned and pushed Max forward.

Jennifer followed Mark, Christina, Max Middleton and the armed squad along the passageway and digested what Mark has said. He was effectively ending her life. If The Movement had their way all of the Hominoids ever manufactured would soon be deactivated. She felt immense sorrow but she also felt loyalty and love for Mark and Christina. They had used her as a tool to help bring down Cybertronics but also for brief periods they had shown her affection.

If her life had to be this brief, at least she had helped bring to an end a source of evil in the world.

When they arrived at Max’s office she saw more leather-clad Movement personnel holding phasers on white-coated Cybertronics employees, overseeing them working over keyboards and virtual workstations, crunching code and inputting data.

Max was secured into the chair behind his huge desk; held by bonds he had no chance of breaking. He was in pain and looked like a beaten man but there were still two armed guards standing over him.

Mark and Christina huddled together in an ante room engaged in a heated conversation. Jennifer couldn’t hear what they were saying but it was obvious that they were having an argument. Eventually Christina stormed out and approached Jennifer, taking her by her arm and leading her into another small office.

“You don’t have to do this Jennifer,” Christina was angry and emotional.

“Do what?” Jennifer asked.

“Mark wants you to sit in on the broadcast and admit to being a Binominal Hominoid; living proof of what Cybertronics have been up to. But you don’t need to. We have the imagery of Binominally engineered Combat Hominoids and the other monstrosities that have been incubated here,” Christina explained.

“We are not even sure you are Binominal! We just know you have been incubated in breach of the laws and regulations that apply to Hominoids,” Christina said.

“Yes, but deliberately so. If I admit to being a manufactured freak on a live broadcast it will add credence to everything Mark intends to broadcast,” Jennifer replied.

“I knew from the moment I became self-aware that I was doomed. At least this way I will be useful,” Jennifer gave Christina a wan smile.

“Christ Jennifer; there are humans walking this planet that have less integrity than you,” Christina had tears in her eyes.

She pulled Jennifer into her arms and kissed her tenderly.

“It has been a privilege and an honour to know you,” Christina kissed Jennifer again, softly on the cheek.

“And me you,” Jennifer wiped away a tear running Christina’s cheek.

“We’re ready,” one of The Movement’s technicians called out.

Mark came into the room and took Jennifer away from Christina and explained to her what was needed.

Jennifer nodded obediently.

“Fuck!” Christina kicked over a chair and stormed out.

Mark sat behind Max Middleton’s desk with Max bound to a chair on one side and Jennifer on the other. A team of technicians hovered around and one of them pointed to a large commercial mass communications Omni aimed at them. He counted down silently ‘three, two, one’ with his fingers.

Cybernetics huge mainframe connected with the cloud and then immediately connected with every Omni owned by every person and Hominoid in the known worlds. It overrode any program that was currently being run and streamed the video from Max’s office.

“Human beings of the world and outer colonies please pay attention. I am Mark Johnston, leader of the organisation that you know as The Movement. As you are all aware my forces are currently engaging Cybertronics Incorporated security forces and will soon have control of all their assets, including the access codes to all of the Hominoids that they have incubated or manufactured,” he began.

He then listed the crimes against the three race, three caste, and two sex laws that had been committed by Cybertronics and the breach of the laws that forbade Hominoids to endanger human life. Imagery of Hominoids incubated in breach of these laws were broadcast as was the imagery of the Epsilon Eridani b colonists meeting their fate and the Battle Bots invading The Movement’s headquarters lead by Will Faraday.

Mark then went on to list the names of corrupt politicians, businessmen, law enforcement and military personnel who had been corrupted by Cybertronics Inc. This information had been gathered for years by The Movement but having access to Cybertronics mainframe had yielded a goldmine of other names.

Max Middleton railed against his bonds when Mark identified him and his role in the atrocities.

Then he introduced Jennifer.

She had fixed her hair and makeup and her clothing as best she could.

“I am Jennifer J47347 currently owned by Ms Christina Formosa but only by default. I am an aberration, a breach of the two sex rule and it’s highly likely that I am Binominal. I am one of many that walk secretly amongst you that do not deserve to exist,” Jennifer began; looking squarely into the Omni.

“I am grateful that I was able to assist The Movement in their battle to bring to light the injustices inflicted on mankind by Cybertronics Incorporated.”

“The Movement’s engineers have for years been developing a code that will deactivate with immediate effect all Hominoids that not are not operating life support or essential systems. Now that The Movement has access to Cybernetics super computers they will upload the code into the Cloud, thereby terminating and expiring all Hominoids immediately,” Jennifer’s voice began to waiver.

“As a Hominoid in breach of humankind’s laws, and not worthy of further existence, it has fallen to me to give the order to upload and activate the code,” tears now fell from Jennifer’s cheeks.

“Do it,” she whispered.

In the background someone executed a keystroke.

Jennifer fell forward, face first onto the desk; lifeless.

J47347 became self aware for the second time on the seventeenth of June 2347. She knew immediately that she would die, or more correctly expire; but she didn’t know when. This was confusing to her because Hominoids have a five-year life span mandated by law.

She was lying in a bed instead of an incubation pod. She could smell the freshness of the crisp sheets and pillowcases.

The beautiful but concerned face of Christina Formosa looked down at her. She smiled at Jennifer.

“Do you know who you are? Do you know who I am? Do you remember what we did?” Christina asked.

“Yes I’m J47347. A Model Four Companion Hominoid named Jennifer and you are my owner. I was deliberately incubated in breach of the two sex law and I should be expired. I was expired,” Jennifer looked confused.

“Yeah well a lot has happened since then. You remember what happened leading up to your expiration?” Christina asked?

“Everything,” Jennifer answered.

Christina helped Jennifer up into a sitting position and gave her water to sip.

“After The Movement broke the news of the crimes committed by Cybertronics Incorporated to the world and deactivated most of the Skin Jobs, err, Hominoids, ever incubated there was a huge furore,” Christina began.

“There were those who wanted to destroy every Hominoid, just like most of the more radical members of The Movement.”

“Like you,” Jennifer said.

“Yes; like me,” Christina blushed.

“But like me, the majority of those people had a change of heart. Also the preponderance of humans and corporations still wanted and needed their Hominoids,” Christina continued.

“There was anger and uprisings all over the worlds; not just to do with the manufacture and use of Hominoids, but also about their treatment. People also rebelled against the whole caste system, the two sex, three race laws.”

“There was much debate and conjecture until eventually the worlds governments decided to revise all of the laws governing mankind and Hominoids. They repealed the two sex, three race laws and introduced stricter laws governing the incubation of Hominoids. They even introduced laws protecting high Hominoids from abuse and removed the five year deactivation rule.”

“There are no longer three castes but of course there are still those who are richer and more powerful than others but the lines of distinction are blurred.”

“And you my beautiful lady were instrumental in making all this happen,” Christina stroked Jennifer’s cheek.

“Do you still want me then?” Jennifer still looked puzzled.

“Of course I do. You are mine and I’ve kinda grown attached to you,” Christina smiled.

“I’ve kinda grown attached to you too,” Jennifer smiled up at Christina.

“Do I still have…you know?” Jennifer peeked under the covers.

“Oh I see I do. I thought you might have fixed me while I was deactivated,” Jennifer looked a little disappointed.

“There is nothing to fix Jennifer. You are perfect just the way you are,” Christina leaned down and kissed Jennifer long and hard.

“Now it’s time for you to get up and get dressed and come home with me. I’ll explain in more detail what happened all those months you were in stasis,” Christina began to roll back the covers.

“Come to your home?” Jennifer looked up at Christina questioningly.

“No. You’re coming to our home Jennifer,” Christina kissed her again.

Later that evening Jennifer lay on top of Christina, rubbing her erect penis on Christina’s satin panty-clad mons, pressing her penis into Christina’s cleft and rubbing the slinky fabric on her clitoris.

“If you orgasm before you put that in me I’m going to get angry with you Jennifer, despite your ordeal,” Christina reached down and squeezed Jennifer’s penis and smiled up at her lover.

“You love it Christina, I can feel you getting wet through your panties,” Jennifer smiled down at Christina and then she kissed her.

Christina was on the verge of orgasm. Being made love to by a beautiful woman with a penis was so titillating and somehow delightfully wicked.

“Put it in me please darling,” Christina freed Jennifer’s erection from her panties and pulled the sodden gusset of her own panties aside.

She arched her back and lifted her groin, impaling herself on Jennifer’s long, hard cock.

“Oh,” both Jennifer and Christina shuddered as Christina’s vagina grasped Jennifer’s penis.

Jennifer began to slowly fuck Christina, grinding her pubis into Christina’s mons to ensure her clitoris was being stimulated.

Christina pulled Jennifer to her and kissed her passionately; she writhed underneath her transsexual lover. Their legs intertwined, their sheer nylon stockings rubbing together whispering and sending little shards of pleasure through their bodies.

“Fuck me Jennifer! I want you in me as deep and hard,” the wantonness in her voice was palpable.

Jennifer returned Christina’s kiss and then she lifted Christina’s legs over her shoulders to fully expose Christina’s sex and allow her to bury her penis deep in Christina’s moist sheath. She fucked Christiana with long slow hard strokes, trying to delay her climax but soon the pleasure overcame her and she began to shudder as her climax approached. Christina screamed with lust and wantonness as Jennifer drove herself deep inside Christina and ejaculated.

Christina raked her nails down Jennifer’s back and locked her legs around her waist and thrust herself upwards so that she could grind her mound into Jennifer’s groin, increasing the pressure on her clitoris. She writhed and moaned as she climaxed and Jennifer moaned as her cock convulsed and ejaculated deep inside her lover.

The two lovers clung to each other, writhing and moaning as they orgasmed.

Later they spooned and nuzzled.

“I’d still like to try on that black leather getup you used to wear Christina; I think I’d look good in it,” Jennifer said in a sleepy voice.

“Loopy cunt,” Christina whispered pulling Jennifer closer, smiling, an expression of love and affection crossing her face.

The End