Cammie, the Unlikely Sexbot Ch. 03

(Part 3 of 6)

Life at Wise Automation was a far different world than the one Camille Smith was accustomed to. Her days were filled with odd exercises and evaluations, interviews and planned excursions. Squads of green-jumpsuited staff members catered to her needs and guided her from activity to activity. It made her feel like an astronaut in training or the star of a big show.

Her room was small but comfortable and had its own attached bathroom. The dorm she shared with three other women had a luxurious common bath and a lounging area with kitchenette and bar. The other ladies were tall and beautiful and statuesque. She was afraid they'd think she was beneath them but they were actually quite friendly with her. More friendly than they were with each other, she thought.

Her roommates were in different stages of the process so during the week she interacted with them only in the evening and at meal times. The meals were delicious and satisfying though she knew her diet was designed for a deep calorie deficit. She saw the results, too, in the mirror and in the repeated alterations that were made to her data suit.

She wore the data suit several times a week. It recorded her body in motion, at rest, and even while she slept. Every morning she would be led to perform a series of poses that reminded her of yoga. But the poses were overtly sexual and outright obscene at times. It was good exercise though and made her feel strong.

On days when she didn't wear the suit she did the poses nude inside a brightly-lit ring of high-definition cameras. It intimidated her at first, being constantly filmed. But after the first week she hardly noticed the watchers and when she did it made her feel good. She was starting to believe that people might actually find her attractive.

The part she liked the least were the stretching exercises. These weren't like yoga poses. The goal here was to stretch her womanly parts. It started with her vagina. For a week she was subjected to increasingly large dildoes, sometimes holding them inside her, more often having them drilled into her.

The following week the large dildoes were replaced with multiple smaller ones -- first two at a time, then three. She asked why this was all necessary.

"They're smart devices," the pretty young technician told her. "We want to know what you feel like, inside, when you are stretched to the point of optimal pleasure."

"What if the fellow is larger than optimal for me? Or much smaller?" She asked.

"The internals will be scaled to suit the client. However big he is will be perfectly sized for his copy of your model. And it will feel just... like... you."

Subsequent weeks had Cammie repeating the process with her rectum. She dreaded this part but found it to be not so bad.

"It actually feels good when you do that," she told the technician, a young man during this phase. "You have a very gentle touch."

"Thank you," he replied. "We do try to make this as enjoyable an experience as we can."

"I wish my husband had your attitude. He is not very patient, I'm afraid."

A concerned look came over the technician's face. "That's not good. Would you like for a counselor to assist him with tutorials on how to make it better for you?"

"You would do that?"

"Of course." The young man smiled warmly. "You're a partner now. We want you to be healthy and happy in every way."

The strangest weeks of stretching involved Cammie's mouth and throat. She was made to orally pleasure the dildoes in a variety of ways. She was surprised to learn that she could "deep throat" like a porn star. She thought how much Edwin would like that when she got home. Then she thought that maybe that was something she would keep to herself.

After learning to pleasure two penises at a time, grateful they didn't ask her to try three, Cammie was presented with an artificial vagina to practice on. This made her uncomfortable but it made sense that some of the clients would be women. After she learned to eat pussy like an expert she was then presented with an ass, complete with artificial anus.

"Do people really do this?" She asked after tonguing the ass vigorously for an hour.

"You'd be surprised what people get up to," laughed the mannish older woman who was the technician for this phase.

There were no exercises or evaluations on the weekend. The ladies were free to relax and take advantage of the facilities. At least once each weekend they were treated to an outing - concerts, glamorous parties, trips to the beach or mountains. A stone-faced bodyguard accompanied each of them on these outings which were supervised by a sharp-eyed matron.

Cammie's most memorable outing was to the race track where they were taken for rides in exotic sports cars. She never understood why cars like that were considered sexy until she went from zero to a hundred and forty in one. The outings she liked the least were to sporting events since Carter Wise would inevitably show up and try to attach himself to her. The other ladies took it all in stride. This was normal to them. It was how they lived.

Periodically during the program, one of the ladies would graduate and a new one would move in to replace her. One time the replacement was a beautiful young man. Cammie knew there were homme-borg models, not as many as femmes. He fit right in with the other ladies, being from their world. But he was stiffly formal with Cammie. She didn't take it personally. She knew by now that not everyone liked the same cup of tea.

The interviews were Cammie's favorite part of the process. She would spend hours talking with various men and women on every topic under the sun. She quickly learned to ignore the cameras and microphones that recorded her from every angle while they talked... while she talked, that is. For what seemed like the first time in her life, people were interested in what she had to say. They only interrupted her to ask her additional questions. It was a novel feeling for her.

The topics ranged from the trivial to the intellectual. They asked her about her life, her job, her marriage. They got her talking about music and books and art. They even asked about her sexual fantasies. She didn't really have fantasies like that so she talked instead about her favorite works of erotic fiction. She found talking about them cathartic and was surprised to realize how many of them were about innocent school teachers being lusted after, pursued, captured.

Her favorite conversations were with Tanya who was mainly interested in Cammie's romantic ideals. Tanya was everything Cammie wasn't -- young, beautiful, privileged. But somehow they had a natural rapport that transcended their circumstances. It flattered her to think this remarkable young woman was interested in what she had to say. Today, however, Tanya seemed a little distracted. Cammie followed her instincts and prompted her to share.

"I'm worried about Leo," Tanya finally confessed. "To be honest, I think he has a crush on you."

"What? He's never shown any interest in me like that."

Tanya laughed bitterly. "He's subtle. He charms his way into a woman's life, makes himself indispensable. Before she knows it, she's joined his collection of trophies."

Cammie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Leo seemed so earnest. "So he's done this before? Are you certain?"

"Well, we... we've done it before." Tanya clarified.

"We?"

"Leo and I have this thing." Tanya couldn't meet Cammie's eyes. "We've, you know, we have threesomes with women we like. I mean, we're together. But we've never been together alone, just the two of us."

Cammie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was a lot to take in. "Leo must have phenomenal stamina to satisfy two women at once."

"Well it's not so much him making love to both of us. He and I both make love to the other woman. But yeah, he has a lot of stamina."

"I see. And you have your sights set on me?"

"I don't," Tanya assured her. "I find you attractive, true. But getting to know you... I know you're not the type. Leo, though, I'm afraid might try to go it alone. And I don't think I'd be happy about that."

Cammie bit her lip and smiled. It was like middle-school drama, total cringe, except the people involved were a grown man and woman.

"I swear, Tanya," she managed to say with a straight face, "That I won't have sex with your boyfriend without you."

Tanya rolled her eyes and laughed. "I know you're joking, Cammie. But I appreciate the consideration."

Tanya and Leo seemed like a happy couple when the big night came, all smiles and walking arm in arm. They joined her and Carter in the president's booth as the small theater was filling up.

"Is this a good turnout?" She asked Carter, leaning close to him so she wouldn't have to raise her voice. The president's attention didn't seem nearly so oppressive as usual. To calm her nerves she was indulging in rum punch, her new favorite cocktail.

"Very. It's a good sign. Everyone wants to know how you, ah, perform." Carter spoke softly in her ear, his lips close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. "Company policy forbids gratuitous lewd photography of our borgs so this may be their only chance to see you in action."

"My model, you mean."

"Yes, your lovely model."

The model in question was on the other side of the one-way glass, sitting primly on a curved sofa with her crossed leg bouncing slightly. She was based on the earliest version of her figure and it embarrassed her how heavy she was back then. Her bosom strained the buttons of her blouse and her thighs practically spilled out of the skirt.

She was pretty in the face, though, and Cammie could appreciate how a man might find her sexy in a vulgar sort of way. She was glad that the president's booth shielded her from the view of the audience even while they gaped at her likeness through the glass.

Two men strutted onto the stage to a patter of applause. They were big men, tall and muscular, identical twins. They circled the woman on the sofa, sizing her up dramatically.

"They look familiar," Cammie observed.

"They were professional wrestlers before dabbling briefly in porn," Carter informed her. "Their homme-borg models have a small but devoted clientele."

"This one's got some meat on her bones," one of the men said. His voice boomed in the theater. He must have been wearing a microphone.

"Yeah, I like it," the other replied. "You know who she reminds me of?"

"Mrs Patterson, sixth hour. I've had a hardon on for her since senior year."

"Me too. I'm going to enjoy this." He sat down next to her while his brother sat down on her other side. The woman seemed delighted to be between them and preened as they snuggled close to her.

"I like it so far," Leo said to Carter over Cammie's head.

"Does seem to support your theories." Carter stretched his arm and let it come to rest on the back of Cammie's chair.

The twins bantered with the woman between them. It was eerie, really, how the femme-borg reflected her mannerisms, her voice and speech patterns. Of course, the real Camille Smith would not behave so casually wedged between two men like that. But she understood that receptiveness and promiscuity were settings to be configured.

Cammie gasped in surprise when one of the men suddenly kissed the woman. She wasn't the only one who gasped and the theater came alive with whispers and muffled laughter. The woman returned the kisses unrestrainedly, then turned to the other man who also kissed her.

Their hands went into her clothing and as Cammie looked on uncomfortably the woman was quickly reduced to her bra and panties and then just her panties. One of the brothers restrained her in a wrestling hold and the other slapped her breasts and pinched and twisted her nipples.

"Hey," said the woman, "you guys are being a little rough."

"You love it," said the one pinning her arms behind her head.

"Yeah, I do," she replied and thrust out her chest for more abuse.

"That's not like me," Cammie whispered to Carter and his hand dropped to her shoulder to pull her closer to him.

"She's in reaction mode. She'll predict what they want from her based on behavioral cues, then react accordingly." Carter's lips grazed her ear. "Alternately, she can be set to a static mode -- slutty, timid, submissive -- and will behave that way regardless of what they do to her."

"What if they get too rough?" Cammie asked as the woman was forced face down over one man's lap and the other ripped her panties off and began spanking her hard.

"If a borg feels she is being severely mistreated she has the option of shutting down. If she is being physically damaged, neglected, being used as a sex worker -- she'll give the client one or more warnings and then shut down. Every borg is monitored and subject to repossession. If we can't recover, the body is useless without her mind to animate it. Nothing but a sex doll, a prohibitively expensive sex doll."

Carter's hand draped casually over Cammie's shoulder as she leaned on him while he explained the proprietary nature of the client relationship. She noticed Leo glancing over with what looked like a jealous frown. For a moment she imagined him and Carter taking advantage of her like the two men were treating her likeness beyond the glass. She would try to resist them. But her programming would make her do whatever they wanted.

To a collective "Ahhhh" from the room, the twins were getting out of their shorts and showing off their impressive manhood. The woman was on her knees with her back to the audience and the men smiled and waved as she went back and forth between them, performing fellatio on them.

"Her orifices are self-lubricating," Carter whispered in her ear. "The compound has minimal odor and taste and is keyed to the client's chemistry. If he detects any scent or flavor it will only turn him on more."

"How long does the supply last?" She asked, her mouth agape as they stretched the woman out on her back and took her mouth and vagina simultaneously.

"Depends on usage. our contractors visit the borgs regularly for service and deep cleaning. But clients can call for a visit at any time, no extra charge. It's part of the lease."

Cammie felt a little better knowing that the borgs weren't left out there on their own. The two men rolled the woman on her stomach and one of them applied what looked like a lubricant between her plump ass cheeks.

"The, uh, the butt doesn't lubricate?"

"It does, but not as much as the vagina or mouth. They could probably make do with some sweet talk and saliva. But clients are counseled to supplement lube for best results. It helps to manage expectations."

The man sank his sizable penis into her ass while she squirmed and shouted and the other man slapped her face with his dick. Before Cammie's disbelieving eyes, they proceeded to take the femme-borg in every way two men could take a woman. It was like six weeks of stretching sessions condensed into a single hour. And all the while the audience laughed and cheered and egged them on.

When they were done with her, they left the woman to dress herself the best she could in the remains of her torn clothing. On their way out, one slapped the glass and shouted, "This one's 'twins' approved!"

Cammie disentangled herself from Carter's arms and let Leo help her to her feet. She felt certain that everyone could notice her arousal and quickly made her excuses. She needed some alone time and she needed it now. Hurrying down the hallway to her dorm she passed the darkened stretching labs.

'I wonder,' she asked herself, 'I wonder if anyone would mind?'