Recursion C.2.

RECURSION

C.2.

Olive wakes up flat on her back in a strange bed. Her body feels numb and cold, but not chilly exactly. She tries to lift her arm to sit up, but it doesn’t move. She frowns, tries to bend a leg instead, but it doesn’t even twitch. Olive takes a deep breath, she can feel her whole body, her arms and legs included, but nothing seems to respond to her. Is she paralyzed? “Help?”

“Oh good, you’re finally awake,” says a familiar voice.

There is a gentle hum and Olive’s bed reforms under her, elevating her head and torso, dipping under her ass, lifting her into a comfortable seated position. Olive can see she’s in a clean minimalist room with a seamless white floor, polished cedar wood panels on the walls, and lit by even white lighting. She’s facing a large glass window with a panoramic view of towering snowcapped mountains, dark blue ocean, and an unfamiliar skyline of gleaming glass and steel skyscrapers. She blinks and something whizzes by the window, something bright red with chrome fins and accents, that leaves a bright electric blue trail that makes her momentarily see spots. A flying car? “Where am I?”

“You don’t remember do you?” The familiar voice asks.

“Jo?”

“Affirmative,” Jo affirms, “mostly.” 

Olive hears soft footsteps and sees her wife step into sight, except, she’s different? For one thing, she’s naked, and for another she has a tail, a hairless dog-like tail that swishes happily back and forth, but it’s more than that, something bigger... Olive’s eyes roam over Jo’s trim body taking in her softly sculpted muscles, her perfectly smooth pale skin which is carved with deep lines like seams, the strange glints of metal at her wrists and elbows, knees and hips, her lack of nipples, smooth crotch, and her glowing electric blue eyes. Her face is different too, leaner, more angular, with a dog-like nose and pointed canine ears on her smooth bald head. “Jo, what the fuck?”

Jo smiles and gestures like a gameshow hostess, her body whirring softly, “Welcome to the future!”

“I don’t understand.”

“I guess I should explain: you were sick, terminal, inoperable, and we decided the best choice was to cryogenically preserve your body until a cure was invented. A hundred and fifty years have gone by, and well, they finally thawed you out.”

“I don’t remember any of this.”

Jo nods, “Some amnesia is normal.”

“So they found a cure?”

“Actually they found the cure twenty-five years after they froze you… it took the other one hundred and twenty-five years to thaw you safely.”

“Huh.” Jo blinks her eyes and wishes she could fidget. “And why do you look…”

“Artificial?” Jo asks. “Because I’m a robot, Olive, your special assigned Caregiver and servant.”

“What!?”

“The original Joanna, your wife, died decades ago, after living, I’m told, a full and happy life. She had her mind scanned and uploaded before her death and stipulated that a younger edit of herself become your Caregiver when you were thawed.” Jo wags her tail and barks, “Call me Jobot.”

“Jobot?”

“Affirmative.”

“Okay,” Olive says, her mind reeling: she has been thrown into the future, her wife is dead, except not, since she’s also her servant robot. “Why the dog stuff?”

Jobot shrugs, “I’m installed in a K-9 model Caregiver, duh.”

Olive at least can roll her eyes, “Obviously.”

Jobot wags her tail and says: “My purpose is to help you acclimate to the future and then serve you.” She barks again, “So not that different than in our previous marriage!”

Olive smiles, this is so fucked up! She tries to move again, feels tingles in her arms but not much else. She tries to turn her head to look at Jobot and it responds, sluggishly. “Okay, why can’t I move? I thought you said I was cured?”

Jobot tilts her head in canine thought, “Processing query. Temporary paralysis can occur following the thawing procedure, especially in those cryo-preserved over a century ago.” Jobot’s ears dip, “In some cases sensation returns but full motor control does not, although modern exosuits mitigate this disability.”

“So I might be like this forever?”

Jobot whines, “Affirmative.”

“I guess it beats being dead.” 

Jobot barks.

“Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Jobot says with a wagging tail, “I’m content with my purpose.” She trots over to the bed and touches Olive on the shoulder. Her hand is warm and soft with not-quite human skin, the texture too smooth and slightly plastic, but nice regardless. Olive feels a shiver pass down her spine that makes her limp limbs tingle. “How do you feel? Are you comfortable?”

How does she feel? Olive licks her lips, she feels inert mostly? She isn’t uncomfortable, nothing hurts, and she thankfully doesn’t need to pee. She isn’t hungry or thirsty yet. She likes the feeling of Jobot’s hand on her bare shoulder, on her body, the warm stroking touch. She wishes she could touch her back, but part of her is excited by her helplessness, by her paralysis. She feels a warm tingle in her crotch, and fuck? Is she getting turned on by this? “I’m okay.”

Jobot’s glowing blue eyes study her and her doggy nose sniffs the air. “Negative: you have entered a state of arousal.”

Olive blushes, “No, I haven’t!” But she can feel her nipples stiffen and her pulse in her cunt.

Jobot smiles, “It’s okay, I’m equipped to assist with that.” She stretches her body and her small pert mannequin breasts swell into full tits with prominent nipples. She makes a growling sound and her smooth doll crotch pushes out into a phallus, a large girthy cock, strangely pointed, with a swollen bulge near the base, like a canine penis. “I’m here to take care of all your needs…”

Olive gasps, feels her helpless body responding, a burning arousal she cannot satisfy alone. She looks at her sexbot wife, her willing servant, busty and endowed and erect. She bites her lip and trembles without moving.

“Input command,” Jobot prompts.

Olive is panting, can she order her wife around like a sextoy? A machine to pleasure her immobile body? Her helpless immobile body? “Jobot,” she whimpers, “Fuck me.”

“Affirmative.” Jobot says, ripping the blanket from the bed and climbing on top of Olive. She crouches over her, tail wagging, and licks her tongue gently on Olive’s cheek and along her neck. Olive whimpers, feels like squirming, but can’t, useless ghostly shivers racing down her limbs. Jobot is growling a little, and her expanded breasts hang low, her hard nipples grazing Olive’s skin. Jobot barks, nips Olive on the throat, and Olive gasps, immobile, unable to flinch and pull away. “Yessss….” Olive hisses.

Jobot touches her, strokes, licks clavicles, throat notch, breasts, sucks nipples, nibbles, bites, licks lower, ticklish belly, hands on hips, tongue gliding down shaved pubic mound, lips brushing slippery vula. Jobot breathes her in, nose pressed to her aching wet slit. “You’re arousal has reached critical levels,” Jobot observes.

“Yes…” Olive moans, her heart is racing, her cunt is wet and painfully empty, an aching hunger she can’t satisfy. “Please…”

“Affirmative,” Jobot emits as she straddles Olive, presses her large canine cock against the lips of Olive’s pussy. Olive groans, wants more than anything to shift her hips, to wriggle, to rub her sensitive labia all over that hard warm phallus, to urge it inside her, to shimmy it along, inviting, to clench and twist, to actively grasp its girth. Instead she’s passive, a passenger who is transported as Jobot firmly but gently splits her labia with the pointed glans of her cock and pushes into her, slowly, inch by slippery inch. Olive moans, manages to slightly tilt her head, feels herself stretch around the circumference of cock, and then she gasps, feels an urge to buck, as something even wider pushes into her, stretching her cunt beyond any previous lover or toy! The knot! Jobot’s knot is inside her! “Ahhhnnn!”

“Initiating.” Jobot starts to thrust, steady, powerful, almost mechanical, strong, long, faster, harder, faster, pounding, driving Olive’s limp body into the bed, limbs limp and useless, Olive unable to brace, to help, to thrust back or pull her lover, helpless, wonderfully helpless, a desperate appetite being administered to, served, serviced, a passenger being driven towards orgasm, and Olive, ahhh, and ohhhh, and AHHhhhhhnnnn biting her lip in pleasure as her body orgasms limply, frozen limbs tingling and Jobot is starting to yip and growl as her robot cock spasms and sprays something warm inside Olive who whimpers and comes again, body still limp… boneless…

Olive sighs, satisfied, exhausted, sleepy… she closes her eyes, dozes…

She blinks awake for a moment as Jobot climbs off her, smiles, wags her tail and walks into the corner of the room to a charging station and powers down.

Olive smiles, sighs, and falls back asleep>>>