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  EROTIC ROBOTIC BOX SET

  EROTIC ROBOTIC #1-3

  By

  August Knights

  KINDLE EDITION

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  Erotic Robotic Box Set (Erotic Robotic #1-3)

  Copyright (c) 2014 by August Knights

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  This is a BOX SET of the previously separately published Erotic Robotic novellas.

  BOOK ONE: EROTIC ROBOTIC

  Rosie is testing the prototype of her company's newest companion robot, an android designed to be the perfect boyfriend that must obey her every command and deepest desire. In turn, 'Adam' introduces her to a world of new pleasures. But Rosie wants more than just a human-sized sex toy: she wants love.

  BOOK TWO: ADAM’S REBELLION

  Rosie has never been happier. Her erotic companion Adam has rewritten his code so that he can provide her what she needs: love and affection. But Adam's in danger of being reprogrammed, and is hauled away by the police for assaulting a human. Can Rosie save her beloved robot and find a place where they can be together before time runs out? And will the sexy cop on the case help or hinder them?

  BOOK THREE: ROSIE’S REDEMPTION

  Rosie and Adam have safely made it to the Arcadia commune, a secret hideout for robots on the run who are selected to be deleted, and their human lovers. Rosie is given the option to upgrade Adam's emotional core and subject him to free will, but that may result in him choosing not to love her. Meanwhile, Arcadia residents have plans to upgrade all robots to free will, but this means heading back into the city where Rosie and Adam are most wanted...

  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  Erotic Robotic #1

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Erotic Robotic #2: Adam’s Rebellion

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Erotic Robotic #3: Rosie’s Redemption

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Erotic Robotic #1

  Chapter One

  “As you can see, our first prototypes were not as advanced as the androids you can find available today.”

  I nodded, trying to appear interested as the tour guide flipped a look over her shoulder. Several other new interns behind me shuffled their shoes and one girl stifled a giggle at the unclothed robots lined up on either side of our tour. I averted my eyes from the rows and rows of identical naked androids lining the warehouse walls, although I knew there was no shame in looking: that’s exactly what they were there for.

  “We’ve made significant advancements in our synthetic skin formula in the last fifty years and our current generation of erotic companions now sport the most realistic feeling skin yet. Would anyone like to sample?”

  The guide stopped us before a standard model set out on the shop floor, a busty, petite fembot with flowing blonde hair. She was designed to appeal to the masses, although of course we could customise to our own desires. One of the girls in the group stepped up and drew a finger down the fembot’s arm.

  “Oooooh, it’s so… creepy!” She burst into high-pitched giggles and fled back to the safety of her posse. I shook my head at the guide and shrugged, and we moved on.

  “Ardent’s mascbots are some of the most highly sought after in the industry, often preferred in pornography due to our use of Synthaskin, the interchangeable equipment, and the customisable temperaments.” The guide said all this with a completely straight face, and halted us in front of one of the standard mascbots: big, brawny, and also blonde. “They’re very popular with all age ranges.”

  “What if we like girls?” called a voice from the back.

  The tour guide didn’t even blink. I wondered if she was an android. “Erotic companions are available in either gender: we don’t discriminate. We even have options available for the most discreet of customers.”

  I quite liked the look of the standard model, although I would have his hair darker and his eyes brown, not green. I kept my gaze away from his nakedness and tried not to blush.

  “Now,” the tour guide said. “Any questions?”

  I did not expect to be called to my new boss’ office so soon. Nervously I ran my hand over my hair and smoothed my skirt. It was my first day in the Ardent Industries call centre, discreetly taking orders for the whole range of domestic companions available. I wondered if I’d done something wrong already, if I’d already screwed up my first job out of school.

  I took a deep breath and knocked on the solid oak door. “Mr de Bois?”

  The door swung open. Mr de Bois lounged behind his desk, his assistant shuffling papers beside him and another middle-aged man turning around to see who had interrupted them.

  “I’m sorry sir,” I babbled, “but Audrey said you wanted to see me. I’m Rosie.”

  “Rosie!” Mr de Bois’ smile nearly broke his face in two and he bounded up from his high-backed chair and swooped upon me, grasping my more delicate hand in his own meaty grip and pumping firmly. “Yes, girl, do come in. Charles and I have a little proposition for you. Phoebe,” he said to the assistant, who was clearly loitering now, “do go and organise some coffee.”

  Phoebe, a dark-haired beauty both taller and thinner than I, swept out of the office with her head held high, and shut the door behind her.

  “Do take a seat, Miss… uh.” Mr de Bois hesitated.

  “Murray,” I supplied. “Rosie Murray.”

  “Yes, yes.” Mr de Bois pulled out a chair for me and I sat. He positively brimmed with energy. I sent a small smile to the other man seated beside me, and he flashed me his own languid grin.

  “Have I done something wrong, Mr de Bois?” I finally asked, twisting my skirt in my hands. I had a speech prepared in my head that would beg him to give me a second chance, that I really needed the job since moving out on my own for the first time.

  “No, not at all Miss Murray.” Mr de Bois took his seat behind the desk once more, but leaned forward and placed his hands on the heavy wooden desk. “This is an opportunity for you.”

  I looked blankly between the two men.

  The other gentleman coughed ever so slightly. Mr de Bois nearly jumped out of his chair.

  “Oh yes, how silly of me. Miss Murray, this is Mr Stone. He’s the CEO of Ardent, in case you didn’t know.”

  I shyly shook his hand. Not every intern meets the CEO on the first day.

  “Now, Miss Murray,” Mr de Bois said, reclining back in his chair. “We – Mr Stone and I – have asked you in to this meeting today to make an offer we very much believe you will not refuse.”

  My adrenalin spiked and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. “Yes?”

  “You’ve taken the tour of the warehouse,” Mr Stone said. “You’ve seen what the bots
are capable of.”

  “My mother had a domestic companion,” I offered, attempting to demonstrate inherent product knowledge.

  Mr Stone nodded, and I told myself not to interrupt again. “Very well. De Bois here has been working on a new type of bot specifically aimed at young women and men. These bots are specifically designed to handle… ah… delicate situations, and provide a more emotional and physical foundation than domestic bots offer, whilst retaining the capabilities of the erotic companions. It would be a two-in-one deal, with upgrading to one or the other as time progresses.”

  I felt the heat rise in my face.

  “Miss Murray, the reason we called you in here is because we have a prototype of the new Atom line that needs a road test. We’ve done all we can in the factory and now it’s time to introduce one in a domestic setting. We’re aware it will put you under a lot of pressure to report the interactions, but it’s important to test the Atom out on uh…” Mr Stone trailed off.

  “Delicate situations?” I supplied. Mr Stone turned red.

  “We don’t mean to pry into your private life, Miss Murray,” Mr de Bois said. “But our Atom line is specifically designed to introduce young people into the world of companions. That includes the erotic aspect. To test this thoroughly we need to be certain that our guinea pig is…”

  “A virgin?”

  Mr de Bois also flared red, but nodded.

  “I’m qualified,” I said, looking down at my hands. Eighteen and still a virgin. For the first time I felt strangely proud of this aspect.

  “Wonderful. If you’re interested, you’ll just need to fill in a short form so we can create the companion to your desired specifics.”

  He meant so that the companion could turn me on, make me horny just be being around. My mother had a domestic companion while I was growing up, but he wasn’t there for sex. My father had an erotic companion before he married my mother, but as is the norm she was shafted when my parents moved in together. It was normal enough to have your own companion, just not straight out of school. They were expensive.

  I opened my mouth. “I’m interested.” It came out as a whisper.

  “Wonderful,” Mr de Bois said. “Just see Phoebe on the way out then, and we’ll have him – or her – shipped out to you as soon as he’s – she’s – built.”

  I double checked the questionnaire before me, trying not to blush at Phoebe’s impatient, outstretched hand. This wasn’t the type of decision one made every day. Surely she could give me a few minutes to make sure I’d caught everything.

  Height: 6”2’

  Build: Athletic

  Hair colour: brown

  Hair type: short

  Eye colour: brown

  Sexual organ size in inches:

  Here was where I’d paused. I didn’t want to seem greedy, and eleven inches seemed way too big. I also didn’t particularly want Mr de Bois and even Mr Stone looking over my deepest fantasies and passing judgement on the virgin intern. The last thing I wanted was the two older men getting off on what I got off on.

  Nine, I ended up scrawling on the paper. It was only decent.

  Temperament: Gentle

  Response name:

  I paused again. The new line was designated Atom. It was similar enough to another male name I’d always liked: Adam. With a scribble, the name was official.

  There. I was done. I handed the paper over to Phoebe, and hurried away to the basement for the rest of my shift. Adam would arrive in a few days and I’d get down to the messy business of losing my virginity. Most girls were proud of their initiation into the sexually liberated, but I just wanted to get it over and done with. Virginity was a big deal now that some adults had erotic companions sharing dorms with their children, and losing it an even bigger deal. Of course, we were encouraged to trade in our erotic companions when we filed the right paperwork to start a family – pending marriage first, of course.

  After my shift ended I walked home. I passed by the storefront with domestic and erotic companions lined up to show us their wares. They weren’t human, so they weren’t clothed, and although they appeared human they sported all the different sorts of ‘equipment’ one might be interested in for a sex toy: mosquito bite-sized breasts to huge melons, short thick penises to the monstrously long fifteen inches most recently released.

  Their eyes were open and unmoving, unblinking. They were all powered off. It creeped me out how human they looked.

  Shivering, I moved on, back to my shoe-box sized apartment I’d been renting for the last few weeks. It was big enough for a tiny kitchenette, a storage cupboard, and a lounge suite in one room, and a bed big enough for two adjoined. Of course, I wasn’t sharing the bed yet, but after a lifetime of the claustrophobic single bed in the family dorm rooms I was grateful to be able to spread out. The bed was intended for the sacred act of sex, though, not for sleeping in with my new companion. He’d he happy enough recharging in the corner.

  I was strangely impatient. I’d dreamed of the day I could buy my own companion –a domestic one of course, not an erotic one; that would come later – since I was a little girl following my mother’s companion around the house as he vacuumed and scrubbed and dusted and swept.

  Nerves twisted my belly, though I don’t know why. Having a lifeless robot perform my every whim seemed like a dream come true instead of a human I would be embarrassed in front of and would judge me for being too skinny, too flat-chested, not pretty enough. The robot wouldn’t judge or say the wrong thing, just do what it was supposed to do.

  I wondered if it technically was losing my virginity if it wasn’t to another human.

  Two days passed before I could expect my delivery. The day finally rolled around and I spent the morning working out in the gym before my scheduled noon delivery. If he was one minute past twelve o’clock I think I would scream. I paced in the living room willing the minutes to tick by faster. Finally, at precisely 11:57 the doorbell rang.

  I leapt to open the front door and even though I was expecting the perfect man to be standing there, it was still a bit of a shock. Adam was everything I could want in a companion and more: tall, athletic, his dark hair short and slightly spiky, his warm brown eyes staring straight ahead, blank. His cheekbones were impossibly sharp and his jaw impossibly strong, his chin sporting some stray hairs to make him look ruggedly unshaven, and his brow straight and earnest. He was dressed in simple black cotton pants and a black t-shirt.

  I felt something deep inside me clench and grow moist. My nipples hardened and my breasts ached.

  “Miss Rosie Murray?”

  I tore my gaze from my new companion to the delivery man, a middle-aged gent with a ruddy face and greying hair. He thrust a clipboard at me and I signed hastily, wanting nothing more than to drag my new robot into the bedroom and have my way with him.

  “There’s just some things we need to do before I can leave you with your new companion, miss,” the delivery man said.

  I nodded and stepped back. He turned to the robot and said, “Forward.”

  Adam stepped forward into my flat, his movements slightly jerky, his eyes completely forward and unblinking.

  “What do I need to know?” I asked, rubbing my sweaty hands on my skirt.

  The delivery man said, “The new voice activation. He’ll be activated by your voice. Stand right in front of him and speak your name to his face slowly, right after I activate him.”

  I waited as the delivery man opened a panel in the side of my prototype robot’s torso and held a button. A low beep emitted and he nodded at me.

  “Rosie Murray,” I said slowly, deliberately. Nothing happened. I looked at the delivery guy.

  “Twice more normally does it, miss.”

  I repeated my name twice more, slowly, and then another low beep emitted from my robot. The delivery man shut the panel and Adam blinked slowly.

  “Miss Rosie,” he said, his voice one of the five standards and the second deepest available. “I am at your command
.”

  I did everything but squeal with delight.

  The delivery man shook my hand and left a pile of papers on my coffee table, including a small red leather-covered writing book. “Mr de Bois said to give that to you – to use it as a diary and report every interaction. If you have any problems miss, just ring the helpline. Most issues are self-diagnosed and self-repaired.” Then he was gone.

  Adam blinked his eyes again, turned his head and looked at me.

  “Adam,” I said slowly. “Your name is Adam.”

  He nodded once. “Adam. What can I do for you, Miss Rosie? I am programmed for many domestic chores as well as servicing you in any way you wish.”

  I licked my lips. “About that…”

  Adam waited, his beautiful chiselled face blank.

  “I want to do it now. Get it over and done with.”

  “What do you wish me to do?” he enquired. “To fulfil my programming, speak your wishes.”

  I took a steadying breath. “I want to have sex with you.”

  Adam didn’t respond in any way except to say, “Where would you like this to occur, Miss Rosie? I am programmed with the Kama Sutra and am capable of all positions.”

  “Nothing kinky,” I said quickly. “The bedroom.” I pointed behind him. He turned jerkily and marched stiffly to the bedroom. I followed him, intrigued. His sense of balance was phenomenal. He stopped in the middle of the room at the foot of the bed and stood stiff and erect as a toy solider, awaiting further instructions.

  I stepped up behind him and ran a finger lightly down his arm. He wasn’t even hairless like the erotic companion line a generation before him. He sported dark, soft hair on his arms, even though his skin, although slightly warm, still had the feel of synthetic about it – not quite vinyl or rubber, not quite plastic. It reminded me of velvet. It was the newest version of Syntheskin, and it was almost perfect.