To Love a Girl

The following night, after finishing with her husband and their recent sex date, Farra sneakily carried Heather’s damaged and deactivated body in her room, which is like a dollhouse’s bedroom. She began to brush her auburn hair and wipe the white substance from her frontal hip. She then caressed her prone body, minus the waist panel she lost from her malfunction, and began to fuck her very hard.

“Darling,” she moaned and huffed, rubbing her body onto her naked body, “I love Steven, but I love you.”

She took off her blouse and rubbed her breasts onto hers. She kissed her and licked her continuously, saying her name again and again. But then, Heather’s eyes began to open. For some reason, Heather reactivated herself. She looked at Farra and began to hold her. Despite being damaged, she began to move like a robot.

“Hello, Miss Farra. I love you. Fuck me.” She spoke in a robotic voice, “Do me. I am your perfect slave. Fuck me; Fuck me rotten.”

Farra was shocked, despite that she was raped by her recently.

“Heather, you shouldn’t be activated again,” Farra said, “I was ordered by my husband to deactivate you and dismantle you. But I thought maybe we should do one more love fest, before we say goodbye.”

Heather clamped onto Farra’s breasts tightly and squeezed them.

“Heather… I’m… oh… ohh… ah…” she moaned in arousal, “I’m serious! Stop it!”

Heather let go and placed her hand in her pants and caressed her hip.

“Farra, Fuck me. Farra, Fuck me,” she said, repeating her words.

She held her face and began to kiss her. Farra started to heave and tried to speak.

“Heather… stop! No! Please! Cease this motive!” She mumbled.

They continued to kiss, and then fell onto the floor and began to make out. Farra then was on the floor, with Heather, holding her shoulders down, blushing beet red.

“Farra. Say that you love me,” she said robotically, “I love you! I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you. Say that you love me.”

Farra whimpered, “NO! I don’t love you! Steven is my creator! Why are you doing this???”

Heather spoke in a normal voice, “Farra, I didn’t want to hurt you. Ever since Steven created me, I fell in love with the creations that he made. I was his first. But, he wanted to have a wife. So, he placed me in ABC order. I was bored.”

“But, Steven built you to perfection,” Farra cried, “The only reason is that he hates you now, for raping all of us. I don’t love you. It’s never in my programming. I refuse to fuck you!”

“Bullshit!” Heather shouted, “If you love me, say you must fuck me every day. You can be happy with Steven, my fake brother!”

Farra then asked, “Really?”

“Really…”

Heather then began to rub her abdomen onto Farra’s waist, vaguely shredding parts of her skin. That’s because her panel is missing and a wire is sticking out.

She whispered, “If you do as I say, I’ll give you anything your mecha-heart desires.”

Farra was completely aroused and breathless. She then started to malfunction.

“Malfunction! File corrupted! Must refresh programming! Command insufficient!”

Heather then clamped her breast.

"Do it, Farra..." she whispered.

"Ahh!! NO! Ahh... I'm cum... min.. nnnn..."

Farra began to shut down, as Heather squeezed her breasts. She was reactivated and was feeling very dirty, in a sensual way.

“Okay, you win,” Farra smiled, “I’ll do as you say… but you must hide from my darling, Steven. I will do as you say, but I still don’t love you.”

Heather then said, as she got up with her eyes fade, “See… you… soon, my darrrrrrr…”

Farra then kissed Heather on the lips and started to wind down for the night, “Good night.”

She was turned off, recharging her batteries, with Heather by her side.

The next day, Farra began to caress on Steven, who was busy writing the budget for his home. She then rubbed her breasts on her back and began to moan. Steven would normally be aroused by it, except he was very disturbed.

“Farra, please,” he said, “Do you mind?”

“I can’t help it, darling,” she responded, “I love you so much. Isn’t it great that Heather is gone?”

“Yes, but you didn’t have to take it out on me, in a good way.”

“I can’t help it, darling. I love you so much.”

“Uh, Farra, I’m extraordinarily busy here?”

“I can’t help it, darling. I love you so much.”

“And will you stop saying that?”

“I can’t help it, darling. I love you so much.”

She began to rub Steven’s shoulders. He felt relaxed. He then turned to Farra and asked if she was working okay. Unfortunately, Farra responded, saying the same phrase she said.

“Darling, I think you need to rest,” Steven said.

He turned her off.

“I can’t help it, darling. I… love… yoooou…” Her voice winded down, dropping to a baritone.

“Sorry, Farra, but you’re in need of repairs,” he insisted, “As soon as I finish the bills, I’ll fix you up.”

He placed her in her room and shut the door.

“Damn my ‘sister’, I guess her final moments affected my most beautiful wife,” she sighed.

Later, in Farra’s room, Heather, dressed with nothing on, appeared from inside her closet. She approached her and reactivated her. Her eyes opened and smiled at Heather.

“Did it work?” She asked.

“I can’t help it, Heather. He thought I was malfunctioning,” Farra responded.

Heather took off Farra’s blouse and pants. Farra stopped her, because she has no waist panel.

“That’s a problem, right?” Heather stated, “I cannot fuck you, until I am mended.”

“What can I do?” Farra asked, “If my darling catches you, it could be the end.”

Heather held her tight and began to caress her breasts onto Farra’s. She then placed her face down in her breasts and kissed them repetitively. Both fembots began to make out. While Farra was seated, Heather gyrate her hips in front of her face. Farra was hypnotized. She planted her face on her crotch and began to kiss it. Heather held her head as she continued. She began to moan as Farra began to taste some white substance from her hip. She removed her face from her wet crotch and glared at her. The blonde gynoid was in a zombified state, with her lips soaked a bit.

“Now you listen to me, Farra,” she spoke in a sultry voice, “You do as I say, and I’ll give you anything. Say that you love me… now.”

“I… I… I love you, Heather,” Farra said in a robotic voice, “My darling.”

“Good,” she smiled, “Now the fun is beginning. You meet me back here when Steven leaves for work, and I promise you that I’ll give you will remember this day forever. Above all, never say that I am with you. But first, let us start fucking.”

“Yes, my love,” she responded.

Farra and Heather kissed each other, rubbing each other’s bare skin. Both fembots continued and fucked all through the night, until Heather’s battery died down.

Farra, however, started to hold her up. She gave her a kiss and said, "Maybe you'll understand, one day. Right now, my sex buddy, I'm quite in a pinch."

She turned herself off and went to sleep, holding her robot friend tight.

Later that evening, Steven began to make repairs on Farra, who is wearing only her panties. He noticed that something is wrong with her. But he couldn’t find it. He reactivated her and asked her a question.

“Farra, what is wrong with your circuitry?”

Farra responded, “I don’t know. All I know of is Heather. Ever since you’ve forced me to fuck her, I just felt awful. I think my program has been corrupted.”

“Is there anything she did to you, besides raping you?”

“Well… I wanted to plead to her that I love you, but…”

She then took off her panties and was blushing. He held her and started to kiss. He made out with his naked gynoid and landed on the floor.

“Now, let’s see if you are in working condition,” he said to her, “I’ll give you what you love.” He unzipped his pants and inserted his dick in Farra’s crotch. He began to rub up and down, as Farra started to moan very loud.

“Steven… yes… though I am programmed for these actions, you’re going too hard on me,” she cried. He shouted, “No, you listen! I want to make sure that you’re mine and mine alone! I want to see if you can fuck with me at 100%.”

He kept going for ten minutes. She started to bug her eyes out. She began to malfunction again.

“Warning! Power level critical! Sexual overload!” She cried in a robotic voice.

Her LED eyes flashed continuously, as she was shaking and wet from her groin.

“Malfunction! Husband substance added! Error! Too much stimulation! Overload! OVERLOAD! I LOVE MY DARLING! Too much… AH! Fuck! AH! AHH! AHHHHHH!!!”

Farra smoked up a storm as Steven finished. He was exhausted. His fembot wife was shaken up, all messed up.

“Error! Too much arousal! Test Fucking complete! Please remove your item from me, in order to recharge…” She said in an electronic voice, “Thank you for doing me. It felllltt… goooooooo…”

She shut down. Her crotch was completely covered in his juice. Her body was searing and motionless. Luckily, her eyes flashed color. She reactivated herself and saw Steven.

“System rebooted; Wife program resuming; all files saved and backed-up before system crash.”

“Good. Working at full capacity,” he said.

“Darling…” Farra blushed, “What happened?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, “Just a bug in your system. But I siphoned it out of you.”

She then looked at Steven’s erect dick, sticking out of his pants, and was confused. She then said, “Darling! We were not scheduled for a daily sex job until tonight. But if you wanted to have your sex now, you should’ve told me…”

She grabbed it and put it in her mouth, completely. Farra started to suck at it and continued on for a couple of minutes.

“You’re so protracted and firm, my darling,” she quietly moaned.

Steven, who was extremely aroused, constantly moans, “She’s working okay… ay… AH!”

He let out a scream, as he jabbed his cock into her mouth. Farra, with Steve's juices in her, clmaped onto his dick and sucked. Steven couldn't stop moaning in pain.

The next afternoon, Steven was already gone to work. Heather, who was reactivated, snuck into his room and built a new waist panel. As she left the room, she was dressed in black lace. She approached Farra, who was sitting on the couch. She held her tight and began to caress her breasts. Farra slinked away from her.

“Heather, this is ridiculous!” She snapped, “After the other day, when you raped me, you were nearly caught.”

“Times have changed,” she responded, “I have been in Steven’s room for twenty minutes. I want to be whole again.”

She held her face and went closer to her.

“As long as you do everything I say, you’ll have me back and more,” Heather continued, “Once you and I leave Steven, we’ll be happy together… forever.”

They began to kiss. Farra felt uneasy about her sudden romance with Heather. She pushed her aside and tried to reason with her.

“Heather, no,” she sighed, “Please… I want to be happy with you. But, how should we have such a budding romance? I made a commitment with my darling, and I chose to uphold it.”

“Maybe that’s because he wrote it in your memory tracks!” She snuffed, “You’re not married. You’re a disposable gynoid! You’re nothing but a movable mannequin!”

Farra held herself tight and was scared, “No… it’s not true! Just because I am a robot, that doesn’t mean that I am expendable.”

“You’re not expendable!” She growled, “You’re fragile. And with me by your side, I’ll make sure that you’re indestructible.”

Farra slouched and said, “Oh, shit. I’m beginning to think that this relationship is wrong.”

“Which is?”

She got up and threw Heather down.

“Both of you!” She cried, “I love Steven, but I fear that he may replace me with a newer model! Yet, I have a sexual feeling for him. You, however, you have always been my everything, since we first met. It was like magic. But, you were like a puppet master, even though you are a robot, too. And, on top of that, I don’t love you!”

Heather then approached her and hugged her tight.

“I never knew you felt that way. But I felt bad about my so-called brother and his dolls!” She sighed, “I was created to be his sister. But when I was naughty, he was like… he has disowned me.”

She took off her bra and shouted, “But NO MORE! I love you, Farra! And no one will change that!”

Farra took off her blouse, down to her naked breasts and said, “You’re right. But… my feelings will never change. I love St--.”

Heather pressed her lips on Farra’s and began to make out on the couch.

“Shut up and fuck me, you bitch!” She screamed.

They started to move around the couch. Farra and Heather kept rubbing their breasts and crotches on each other. Farra lowered down and kissed on her frontal hip. Heather then clamped her hip, Farra moaned and groaned, and they both were very aroused. They touched each other’s lips and grabbed each other’s bare skin. Farra started to smoke, while Heather was feeling very light-headed.

“Oh, Farra,” she moaned, “I never knew this was so stimulating.”

She placed her fingers in Farra and rubbed her very hard on her hip. Farra, who was being touched there, began to scream.

“Oh! No! Heather, stop! Oh fuck! Fuck! Stop! Oh, no, more! Please! Yes! YES!” She cried out.

Farra couldn’t resist. Heather kept rubbing her fingers on her crotch. And then… it happened…

“Help! SYSTEM FAILURE!” She screamed.

Heather’s breasts began to erect. She collapsed to the floor and her chest began to go up. Her breasts began to stiffen, her legs and arms were limp, and frontal hip emitted the same white substance she had from earlier.

“UNAUHTORIZED FUCKING OCCURING! OVERHEATING! FILE #Y72D ERROR! FATAL ERROR!”

She was about to break down.

“What’s wrong?” Farra cried.

“ERROR! ERROR!” Heather shouted, “LUBRICATION NEEDED!”

Farra took wind of it and grabbed Heather, who was overheating, holding her waist tight. She then proceeded to kiss her. She stuck her tongue inside her and started to cool down. She grabbed her crotch and squeezed it hard. Heather started to leak out the fluid, with some black substance in it, as well. It was oil.

“I knew it! You have very old oil,” she said, “I’ll help you… because…”

Farra closed her eyes and placed her lips in her crotch. She sucked on it really hard and removed most of the oil in her. Heather stopped malfunctioning, but was growing very weak.

“Farra,” she sobbed, “You… you did this for me?”

Farra, with a little oil on her lips, then said, “Heather… I… love… you…”

She collapsed. Heather held her tight, but then closed her eyes.

“No… Farra…” she whispered, “I…”

“LUBRICATION OIL REMOVED! SHUTDOWN IMMENENT! SHuuut… dooooooooow…”

Her voice dropped, her body collapsed onto Farra, and eyes faded to black. Both gynoids were motionless and broken. It turns out that the oil inside Heather was in her body, which helps her to move very fast and nimble. For these ladies, it wasn’t to be taken orally, as Farra started to slowly move.

“Heather…” Farra said, as her voice dropped to a baritone, “Please… don’t go. I want to fuuuuuuuu…”

Farra’s body shut down. She was frozen, with a little of Heather’s oil in her mouth.

Both fembots remained like that, until nightfall.

That night, Steven got home and found Farra and Heather on the floor. As he separated both robots, he took a glimpse at Heather’s face. He glared at Farra, who was still broken down.

“So, that’s it,” he thought, “Well, that explains everything, but she shouldn’t lie to me.”

He was about to reactivate Farra, when she spoke in a distorted voice.

“I… I love… Heat… her. I l-l-lov… ve Stevennnn. Ste… ven… wants… to disman… man… mantle her… I love you… both!”

She kept speaking until she stopped moving. Her eyes were wide open and the lips were curled up. As Steven was about to grab her, a lone tear fell from her eye.

“I… I didn’t know,” he said, “And you really cared for her?”

She looked at Heather and placed her on the couch.

“Well, for what it is worth, I’m just glad you’re okay,” he smiled.

Later that night, Heather was in Steven’s work table, being repaired. But he said that he’ll finish tomorrow. She was getting an oil change. He was busy with Farra, who was in bed, having sex. Steven forgave his robot wife and continued on.

“Steven,” Farra moaned, while his cock was in her crotch, “Steven, darling. Forgive me, darling?”

“All is forgiven, my darling,” he groaned, “But just as long as you don’t do it again!”

They both climaxed.

Farra closed her eyes and crawled over him. She grabbed his dick and sucked on it completely.

As he was being sucked on, he thought aloud, “Wait… until tomorrow. I’ll have something prepared for you and Heather.”

All Farra could say, while her mouth was full was, “Oh, you’re so nice.”

Steven held her head tight, as she continued.

Meanwhile, Heather remained motionless, but she reactivated herself suddenly. She heard everything that Farra is doing to her husband.

“Bitch…” she growled, “When I am up and running, I’m gonna make sure you love me, and only me.” She powered down, just for tomorrow.

Previously

Part 3

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