Soccer Mom - MEGAN - Revision history

Natalie Bayer at 17:24, 1 May 2026

2026-05-01T17:24:57Z

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	The late summer evening caused the air, while cooling, to still remain warm. In the idealistic suburban sprawl of homes, was a cozy little house at the end of a street. It was picturesque with a literal white picket fence warding the house against the somewhat more trafficked road on one side. The blue paint wasn’t even chipping and the grass out front was well maintained, vibrantly green, and immaculately trimmed. This was due to Megan and her nearly unstoppable need to keep her home in an immaculate state. To her neighbors she was just Megan, the woman who seemed to have a boundless amount of energy and motivation to keep her household perpetually in a state of perfection. To others, though, she was the last thing they would ever see. Megan was so much more than a suburban housewife, there were many aspects of her existence that no one knew.		The late summer evening caused the air, while cooling, to still remain warm. In the idealistic suburban sprawl of homes, was a cozy little house at the end of a street. It was picturesque with a literal white picket fence warding the house against the somewhat more trafficked road on one side. The blue paint wasn’t even chipping and the grass out front was well maintained, vibrantly green, and immaculately trimmed. This was due to Megan and her nearly unstoppable need to keep her home in an immaculate state. To her neighbors she was just Megan, the woman who seemed to have a boundless amount of energy and motivation to keep her household perpetually in a state of perfection. To others, though, she was the last thing they would ever see. Megan was so much more than a suburban housewife, there were many aspects of her existence that no one knew.

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	Susan let out a small mewling sigh as she masturbated with one hand, though the sigh wasn’t because of her pleasuring herself. Instead it came the moment that she plugged in a power cable to the wall outlet next to the bed. A black cable ran from the plug, down along the floor and then up into a small panel that had opened up just under one of Susan’s breasts. Inside was a power port where she had plugged herself in for the evening. She had been monitoring her power usage as the night had progressed and by the time that Megan was offline she was running far too low for her own comfort. She finished masturbating nearly ten minutes later and then laid herself down for several hours. Her eyes remained open and staring vacantly at the ceiling.		Susan let out a small mewling sigh as she masturbated with one hand, though the sigh wasn’t because of her pleasuring herself. Instead it came the moment that she plugged in a power cable to the wall outlet next to the bed. A black cable ran from the plug, down along the floor and then up into a small panel that had opened up just under one of Susan’s breasts. Inside was a power port where she had plugged herself in for the evening. She had been monitoring her power usage as the night had progressed and by the time that Megan was offline she was running far too low for her own comfort. She finished masturbating nearly ten minutes later and then laid herself down for several hours. Her eyes remained open and staring vacantly at the ceiling.
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FaceoffFembot at 07:20, 13 May 2024

2024-05-13T07:20:23Z

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	Susan let out a small mewling sigh as she masturbated with one hand, though the sigh wasn’t because of her pleasuring herself. Instead it came the moment that she plugged in a power cable to the wall outlet next to the bed. A black cable ran from the plug, down along the floor and then up into a small panel that had opened up just under one of Susan’s breasts. Inside was a power port where she had plugged herself in for the evening. She had been monitoring her power usage as the night had progressed and by the time that Megan was offline she was running far too low for her own comfort. She finished masturbating nearly ten minutes later and then laid herself down for several hours. Her eyes remained open and staring vacantly at the ceiling.		Susan let out a small mewling sigh as she masturbated with one hand, though the sigh wasn’t because of her pleasuring herself. Instead it came the moment that she plugged in a power cable to the wall outlet next to the bed. A black cable ran from the plug, down along the floor and then up into a small panel that had opened up just under one of Susan’s breasts. Inside was a power port where she had plugged herself in for the evening. She had been monitoring her power usage as the night had progressed and by the time that Megan was offline she was running far too low for her own comfort. She finished masturbating nearly ten minutes later and then laid herself down for several hours. Her eyes remained open and staring vacantly at the ceiling.

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Spaz: Text replacement - "SHe" to "She"

2021-12-16T00:26:01Z

Text replacement - "SHe" to "She"

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	Tonight’s hit was not for pay, not for revenge or some vendetta, it was just curiosity and an attack of opportunity. The woman was wearing dark clothes, a simply long sleeved shirt that fit her frame loosely and made it difficult to identify her as either male or female. Full length black cargo pants and matching boots lent her a distinctly masculine look, but the way she moved and slunk into the shadows belied something more feminine. A simple webbed belt with a small pouch and a holster with a thin pistol in it were all that accompanied the otherwise unassuming outfit. It was all a means of camouflage. If someone was unable to identify her gender, then they would struggle to identify her at all. The woman dashed across the street and ducked down behind the shrubs one house down from Megan’s home just as a bus passed on the somewhat main road at the corner. Once the headlights had passed, the woman stayed low to the ground and made her way up to the fence that encased the back yard and was able to easily scale it and drop down into the unlight rear of the house.		Tonight’s hit was not for pay, not for revenge or some vendetta, it was just curiosity and an attack of opportunity. The woman was wearing dark clothes, a simply long sleeved shirt that fit her frame loosely and made it difficult to identify her as either male or female. Full length black cargo pants and matching boots lent her a distinctly masculine look, but the way she moved and slunk into the shadows belied something more feminine. A simple webbed belt with a small pouch and a holster with a thin pistol in it were all that accompanied the otherwise unassuming outfit. It was all a means of camouflage. If someone was unable to identify her gender, then they would struggle to identify her at all. The woman dashed across the street and ducked down behind the shrubs one house down from Megan’s home just as a bus passed on the somewhat main road at the corner. Once the headlights had passed, the woman stayed low to the ground and made her way up to the fence that encased the back yard and was able to easily scale it and drop down into the unlight rear of the house.

	The evening had crept up quickly and darkness had fallen with a swiftness that the entire summer season hadn’t seen. The deep shadows allowed the woman to slink along the side of the house and peer into the only source of light in the area, the light from Megan’s house. The woman found Megan on her hands and knee, nearing the end of her kitchen scrubbing. ~~SHe~~ observed as the woman sat up, tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and then resumed her work. This was as perfect a time as any other and when she gently slid open the back door, it smoothly and silently rolled open. Predictably, the door was so well oiled and well kept that it was easy to slip inside. The woman stayed low to the ground and slipped up behind Megan, reaching into a pocket on her thigh and pulling out a thin filament of hard steel wire affixed on both ends to a palm sized carbon fiber handle.		The evening had crept up quickly and darkness had fallen with a swiftness that the entire summer season hadn’t seen. The deep shadows allowed the woman to slink along the side of the house and peer into the only source of light in the area, the light from Megan’s house. The woman found Megan on her hands and knee, nearing the end of her kitchen scrubbing. She observed as the woman sat up, tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and then resumed her work. This was as perfect a time as any other and when she gently slid open the back door, it smoothly and silently rolled open. Predictably, the door was so well oiled and well kept that it was easy to slip inside. The woman stayed low to the ground and slipped up behind Megan, reaching into a pocket on her thigh and pulling out a thin filament of hard steel wire affixed on both ends to a palm sized carbon fiber handle.

	The woman quickly flipped the handle in her palm and the wire naturally formed a loop, which, in an instant, was slipped over Megan’s head and landed on her throat. In a single swift motion the woman pulled in opposing directions with the handle, tightening the wire around Megan’s neck, digging it into her flesh. With an uncanny amount of strength the woman pulled back slightly, arching Megan’s back and thrusting her chest forward. It was a movement that this particular woman was well practiced in, but Megan seemed to be unphased by the motion. Most of her victims would immediately start clawing at the wire, or at very least struggling to break free. More importantly they would gasp and gurgle, struggling to take in any amount of life giving oxygen. Megan on the other hand, simply remained silent and, while her back arched, her arms remained at her side. More disturbing to the would be assassin was Megan’s voice, spoken clearly and without any distress.		The woman quickly flipped the handle in her palm and the wire naturally formed a loop, which, in an instant, was slipped over Megan’s head and landed on her throat. In a single swift motion the woman pulled in opposing directions with the handle, tightening the wire around Megan’s neck, digging it into her flesh. With an uncanny amount of strength the woman pulled back slightly, arching Megan’s back and thrusting her chest forward. It was a movement that this particular woman was well practiced in, but Megan seemed to be unphased by the motion. Most of her victims would immediately start clawing at the wire, or at very least struggling to break free. More importantly they would gasp and gurgle, struggling to take in any amount of life giving oxygen. Megan on the other hand, simply remained silent and, while her back arched, her arms remained at her side. More disturbing to the would be assassin was Megan’s voice, spoken clearly and without any distress.
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	Susan remained attached to Megan’s crotch, pleasuring it and lapping greedily at the robotic woman’s sexual assembly. The results were always the same though, Megan would sputter and strain and whine about not being properly equipped and programmed for this type of sexual intercourse. Susan eventually became frustrated with it and more than a little turned on herself. She briefly contemplated simply sitting herself on Megan’s face and hoping that her constant stream of mouth movements would be enough stimulation for her. In the end, though, Susan decided that putting herself within range of whatever Megan had inside of her head was a bad idea, but it didn’t do anything to help sate the growing frustration she felt in the pit of her stomach.		Susan remained attached to Megan’s crotch, pleasuring it and lapping greedily at the robotic woman’s sexual assembly. The results were always the same though, Megan would sputter and strain and whine about not being properly equipped and programmed for this type of sexual intercourse. Susan eventually became frustrated with it and more than a little turned on herself. She briefly contemplated simply sitting herself on Megan’s face and hoping that her constant stream of mouth movements would be enough stimulation for her. In the end, though, Susan decided that putting herself within range of whatever Megan had inside of her head was a bad idea, but it didn’t do anything to help sate the growing frustration she felt in the pit of her stomach.

	Susan stood up and wiped away the mixture of her own saliva and the synthetic juices from Megan’s wet folds. She stepped over to the cart next to the table and crouched down, plucking a heavy crowbar from the bottom shelf. ~~SHe~~ held it in one hand and let the curved head of it smack against the palm of her other hand, repeating the process as she slowly paced around the table.		Susan stood up and wiped away the mixture of her own saliva and the synthetic juices from Megan’s wet folds. She stepped over to the cart next to the table and crouched down, plucking a heavy crowbar from the bottom shelf. She held it in one hand and let the curved head of it smack against the palm of her other hand, repeating the process as she slowly paced around the table.

	“What is the the the intended use of su-suuuu-such an instru-strument Su-SSSuuuUUUUuusan. An.” Megan questioned, her voice distorting and becoming somewhat tinny.		“What is the the the intended use of su-suuuu-such an instru-strument Su-SSSuuuUUUUuusan. An.” Megan questioned, her voice distorting and becoming somewhat tinny.

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