Public Static Void

When Lottie started to unbutton his fly, Rayce broke away abruptly, looking down at her hands now busied with his zipper. "You shouldn't do that, Lottie," he warned feebly.

"How else am I going to see your cock?"

"You don't know what you're doing," said Rayce, though clearly she did.

She started pulling his pants down and he found himself lifting his hips off the mattress to let her.

"We have to stop, Lottie. I'm not your Master, remember? Just a delivery man..."

"I know," Lottie said gently, caressing his hardness through his underwear. "But this way I can practice for my new Master."

"I'm sure you don't need to," he said truthfully as she massaged his scrotum with just the right amount of pressure.

"But I do," she assured him, pulling his waistband down. "Oh God," Lottie muttered in awe when his erection sprang up and landed on his belly, exposing the sensitive underside of his shaft and achingly full balls. She covered his lame attempts at protest with her mouth, grabbing Rayce's cock at the base with her nimble fingers.

As Lottie jacked him ever so deftly, thumb and forefinger playing with his purplish head, Rayce succumbed and returned her kisses. Soon his pants and underwear were all the way off and he'd removed Lottie's nightgown, revealing her lovely, unblemished skin. He cupped her breasts greedily, thumbs and forefingers twisting her nipples until they were stiff.

"Fuck," he swore thickly, taking one of those perfect rosy buds into his mouth.

"You like my tits?" Lottie asked breathlessly under his passionate assault.

"I love your tits," he corrected between suckling audibly on each in turn. They were large enough to fill his hands but firm enough to maintain their perky shape.

"Well, I love your cock," she giggled before going down on it.

Rayce watched in wonder as Lottie's little pink tongue flattened out and flowed over his shaft before she suckled on his cockhead. Then, ever so slowly, she took him all the way into her mouth, not even gagging when he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck, that's good," he hissed, his hands gripping her head as she started deep-throating his cock. He tried to let her set the pace but he found himself holding her fiercely by the hair, thrusting back so hard that Lottie couldn't help but gag over and over again. But she continued, undaunted, focused solely on his release.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Lottie...I'm gonna cum in your sweet little mouth, oh fuck!"

Rayce's words became incomprehensible as Lottie kept on, expertly sucking down every last drop of salty jism, until he was completely spent.

"God, that was amazing," he said when he'd caught his breath.

Lottie glowed with pride. "I'm glad you liked it."

"No really, I've had a lot of blowjobs but goddamn!" he reiterated, drawing her warm body close with his arms. "You have to let me return the favor, Lottie." Rayce fondled her breasts one by one, grinning devilishly as a soft moan escaped her lovely lips. "I want to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop."

"Do you? But what if I don't beg?"

"But you will, because I won't stop until you do...or my jaw drops off," he promised, fingering Lottie's pussy through her moist panties.

Then Rayce kissed her mouth down to her neck; her neck down to her breasts; her breasts down to her tummy; her tummy down and down and down. He toyed with her through the fabric before finally pulling off Lottie's last piece of clothing and opening her legs, taking in the aroma of her desire and the sight of her perfectly smooth cunt.

Lottie cried out when his thumb contact with her swollen clit and closed her legs reflexively.

"Relax, babydoll, I know what I'm doing," he cooed, making circles around the little nub of bliss with a practiced hand until they yawned open again.

"Fuck!" She arched her back off the sofa as Rayce spanked her hot box, being careful not to hit too hard or make her cum. When he slid his fingers down her gash again, it was so wet that there was no more friction between his fingertips and her clit. But again, he stopped just before her climax.

"I'm going to eat you out now," Rayce whispered in her ear and she continued to mewl and buck her hips into the air.

"Oh, fuck yes...oh fuck yes...oh fuck," she swore over and over again as Rayce proceeded to ravage her pussy as promised. He kissed, licked, nibbled, teased, sucked and touched until finally clamping his mouth down and taking her home.

Lottie started cumming and it seemed like she'd never stop. But no matter how hard she gripped his head, humped his face, or squeezed her thighs together, Rayce just kept going, finger-fucking her virgin passage with two curled fingers as her orgasms rolled on.

"Please stop! Oh fuck, please, I can't take it anymore, please," she wailed as Rayce continued lapping up her spilt cream. "Oh god, I think I wet myself," squeaked Lottie, legs shaking when he finally let up.

"No, babe, you just squirted," Rayce chuckled, pulling his fingers out of her dripping cunt.

"I didn't know I was a squirter,"

"Now you do."

She couldn't help notice that Rayce was rock-hard once again. "You'll have to let me do something about that."

Rayce laid back to oblige.

Every so slowly Lottie's nails skimmed over the outlines of his pecs and abs; the hollow V below his hips; up his ribcage and down his muscular arms roped with veins; along the length of his rigid shaft and around the corona of its flushed head. Goosebumps appeared in the wake of her light touch as every one of Rayce' nerve-endings came alive. Lottie took her time to play with his balls, lick every inch of his shaft and suck passionately on his cockhead.

"Rayce?" she whispered, still gripping his fat shaft.

"Yeah baby?" he asked, his hands tangled in her silky hair.

"I want you to fuck me."

"What?" There was a mixture of excitement and trepidation in his voice.

"I want you to be my first," she said simply.

"Lottie, I'd love to be but I don't know if it's such a good idea."

"Please, Rayce- I want this..."

Unable to control his insatiable desire, Rayce held her by her trim waist and rolled her over onto her back. Once he was between her legs, he used his cock to stimulate her labia, circling her clit and thwacking it until they were both at their breaking point. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled Lottie's legs onto his shoulders and guided himself inside. Rayce's mouth covered her cries as he eased every inch of his length inside.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, Rayce, I love the feel of you inside me..." her breathing was shallow and ragged as she writhed beneath him.

"I love the way your pussy feels," Rayce said into her ear, flicking her earlobe with his tongue.

Rayce gradually rolled to his back and held her by the hips while she fucked him at a leisurely pace. Her silvery hair cascaded onto his chest when she leaned down to kiss him, eyes closed and lip bit in concentration. Rayce marveled at how she pleasured herself- tugging at her nipples, gyrating around on his rod, masturbating furiously - and him in return.

He wanted to make it hard and fast but the longer he let her set the tempo, the more intense it felt. Soon her silky passage was tightening like a vice-grip and her little whimpers were becoming one long moan. Lottie began cumming- her vagina spasming, cream flowing and mouth issuing a long cry of joy.

He let her orgasm as long as she could on top of him and gasped when a sated Lottie rolled off, he plowed into her with every ounce of his strength, pounding harder and harder as she howled in both ecstasy and agony. Lottie matched his thrusts as hard as she could, holding tight to her sheets as if afraid she would fall off into an abyss.

"Oh God, Lottie, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck," he grunted, thrusting even deeper. And then he stiffened and came hard, giving a deep, primal wail as he squirted inside of her over and over. Rayce pulled out once he was spent and an excess of thick cum oozed out.

He held her a while, stroking her hair while she rested her head on his chest, but Rayce decided that they should take a shower before they drifted off. Under the hot jets of water, Rayce lathered her breasts with soap while Lottie rinsed off her sticky sex. Then he took over washing her nether-lips and inner thighs while her arms slipped up around his neck and she kissed him under the falling water.

With one hand massaging her soapy pussy, his other began playing with her ass. First squeezing both pert little cheeks, then sliding his soapy fingers between her ass crack, and finally pressing a fingertip against her puckered hole. Lottie moaned in approval, relaxing her sphincter so one finger could slide in.

"Oh god, Rayce," she gasped, as he stimulated both of her entrances. Two fingers went up her cunt and his fat middle finger came out of her rear. Then as he retreated from her sex, he invaded her asshole again.

"Is that good?" he asked.

"No...it's amazing..." Lottie breathed, riding both of his hands now. "I feel like I'm gonna cum so hard."

Barely breaking his finger-banging rhythm, Rayce gently positioned Lottie so she was facing the side of the shower stall and he was standing behind her. She stretched her arms up and pressed both palms against the tile to brace herself as Rayce entered.

"Are you still going to cum for me?" he inquired, starting a slow and steady fuck, holding her possessively by her dangling breasts.

"Yes, oh fuck when you slide in like that...yeah just like that," she purred, grinding back to stimulate her inner erogenous zone. She was so close, he knew if he touched her clit, Lottie would cum in a heartbeat.

"I'm gonna make you cum," he informed her, "and then I'm gonna fuck you again- hard. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Rayce. Please- don't stop until you fill me up again!"

Rayce's prediction came true. With a swift maneuver- a rough smack followed by several quick clockwise circles- and Lottie was shuddering all around him. Then, as promised, he took her hard, lifting her by the hips until he had half her weight and the wall supported the rest. It had been a while since he'd wrestled with the mechanics of shower-sex, but she felt so light and he so powerful that he had no problem screwing her brains out. It didn't take long to push Rayce over the edge either.

"Oh fuck Lottie, fucking shit, fuuccckk!" He held her close as the last of his load jettisoned out, convulsing and grunting until they were both released.

Lottie turned around and wrapped her arms around her first lover, kissing him under the hot spray of water.

***

The next morning, Rayce awoke with his cock both rock hard and slightly sore. He reached out next to him to find Lottie in the tangle of sheets but her residual warmth was all that remained. Panic surged through him and Rayce sat bolt upright, looking around the empty room. It was then he heard the noise coming from the bathroom. The sound of someone being sick.

He got up and padded over the cracked bathroom door. "Lottie? Can I come in?"

The only reply he got was more sounds of vomiting, followed by a soft whimpering.

"I'm coming in, Lottie, okay?"

Lottie was kneeling on the floor next to the toilet, her cheeks streaked with tears. He wet one of the nearby washcloths and handed it to her.

"I guess dolls really shouldn't drink alcohol, huh?" he teased lightly as she wiped off her face.

"It's not because of the alcohol," Lottie murmured, still dabbing the rag around her mouth as she got up from the floor.

"Are you... ill?"

"No," she said sadly, looking down so her hair fell in front of her face. "I'm pregnant."

Rayce laughed at her naive assumption, though he also felt suddenly easy because of it. "Women don't get morning sickness the day after they conceive."

"Well gynoids must have a much shorter gestation period because my internal performance report says I'm pregnant."

"That's impossible- dolls can't get pregnant."

"Then I must not be like other dolls!"

He was about to argue, but then he realized she had to be right. Why else would they be paying so much money to retrieve her?

"Well, shit... Can you do anything to not be pregnant?" Rayce asked as tactfully as possible, beginning to feel a surge of panic and something else that he couldn't quite identify.

Lottie looked up, tears spilling from her eyes. "Why would you say that?"

"Because this is bad news, Lottie. I wasn't- we weren't-"

"I know but it's a baby. I won't tell my new Master when you deliver me. By the time he finds out, you'll be long gone."

"That won't work, Lottie. He'll find out as soon as he sees you and he won't be happy."

"Then don't take me to him, Rayce. We could run away together."

Rayce ran his hand through his hair with exasperation. "No, we can't."

"Why not? We could go back to the Freedome- they can't touch us there."

"We can't run away together because if I don't deliver you to your new Master on time, I'll die."

"You'll die?"

"Yeah, Lottie. It's their insurance policy, so I don't run off with the advance they gave me. Or you."

"Oh... I see. Then I'll do it," she agreed finally with grim determination.

"Do what?"

"Get rid of the baby. I don't want to have him means you'll die."

"Him? You already know its gender?"

Lottie nodded solemnly, holding her still-flat stomach with her hands as if she could feel it there, growing. For some reason Rayce remembered that when he and Joules were applying for a reproduction permit, she mentioned wanted a boy. A second Chance, she was fond of saying.

"Listen- I'll explain things to your new Master and work things out. You won't have to get rid of the baby."

"And you won't die?"

"I'll be fine. And so will you." And he laid his hand over hers.

***

When they pulled up to Public Static Void, Rayce kept the car running and told Lottie not to get out yet.

"Why not?"

"Just stay in the car while I smooth things over with your new Master before you come inside. It will be better that way."

"Why- do you think something might go wrong?"

"No- but if it does, I want you to get in touch with Ada. She'll help you."

"Rayce- you're scaring me. Is everything going to be okay?"

"Trust me, Lottie, everything will be fine." Rayce leaned over and stroked her cheek a moment before he giving her one last kiss. "See you in a minute, beautiful."

"Don't forget your jacket- it's good luck," she reminded him when Rayce opened the door.

"I don't need it."

Rayce stepped out of the vehicle and watch it drive away before he walked inside.

The Void was the same as it had been the last time he was there- the dim lighting and blank faces, the layers of grime and nicotine and grease, the smell of decadence in decay.

The corporate man was even waiting in the exact same booth, except now Rayce noticed him before he walked up to the bar, where Jazmine was already pulling a draft for him.

"Hey, Jaz."

"Hi yourself, Rayce. Your friend's back again today."

"Yeah, I know. I think he has a thing for me."

Jazmine set the pint glass down in front of him, shaking her head. "Well you are quite the charmer."

"You mind doing me a favor and making yourself scarce while we hash things out." Rayce slid several large bills across the table and gave the barkeep a meaningful look.

"Sure, Rayce, whatever you say." There was a quizzical look of concern on her face but she stuffed the money in her bra without another word.

He waited until she'd stepped into the back room before he turned around to face the suit, who wore an irritated expression.

"Mr. Chance- you're here."

"I am."

"But you don't have the gynoid," he observed stoically.

"Not quite. I have the doll nearby, but I'd like to know something before she comes inside."

"About your compensation, I assume."

"No, actually. I want to know why you want this gynoid so badly. What's so special about it."

"Mr. Chance, I already told you that the specifics are none of your concern."

"I know, but indulge me- won't you?"

The company man scowled. "Lottie Silverlight is an advanced, all-organic prototype that was created by IllumiGen's own supercomputer."

"You mean Synthia?"

"Yes. For some reason, without any prompting, it printed out a skindoll with experimental DNA and RNA bio-inks that's capable of reproducing, then had it shipped out with normal, commercial grade dolls. Which could have been easily retrieved if it hadn't then been rerouted to the Freedome."

Rayce smirked. "Sounds like Synthia finally outsmarted its maker."

"I'm glad you find that so amusing."

"So what do you plan on doing to Lottie when you get her?"

"After running a battery of experiments, we plan on harvesting its body for genetic materials."

"You mean you'll kill her."

"Kill her? You act like it's alive."

"Maybe she is."

"As much as I'm enjoying our little tete a tete, we are on the clock here, Mr. Chance. Do you have the doll or not?"

"Yeah, I have the doll," Rayce said heavily and sent a message on his optics. "It's coming now."

A moment later, the door swung open and a hulking figure stepped inside. It was Watt's bouncer android- all seven feet of him.

"What's this?" The suit asked irritably when the bouncer walked over.

"This is the doll. Don't you recognize her?"

"Well, I see you've decided to waste my time as well as your own life, so I'll be leaving now." The man started to rise out of his seat, but the bouncer placed his hand on his shoulder.

"You sure about this, my boy?" the android asked Rayce solemnly.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said with a nod.

"Whatever stunt you're about to pull, you're going to regret it. My employer can-"

But the rest of the suit's threat was cut off as the android's cranial bomb exploded, spectacularly, in his face.

Rayce's last thought before oblivion swept over him was that he'd finally gotten his second chance.