Julie and the Robot (R/F)

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Julie and the Robot

The lady in the tweed skirt and a cashmere sweater looked for the address she had been given. As she approached the door, a mellow voice, neither feminine not masculine, said, “Hello. Please say your passcode.” She spoke out loud, not recognizing it as her date of birth, with day, year with the century and decade parts reversed, and month.

“Welcome Julie,” the soft voice intoned. “Right on time. Please enter.”

The door swung openly noiselessly on substantial hinges, closing with a faint click behind her. There was a reception desk ahead of her in the evenly spread, low diffuse lighting.

A robot receptionist looked up at her with almost a smile on its mechanical face. “Welcome. As this is your first visit we will go through an introductory briefing by Whinny over in the far corner.”

Julie walked over to a contraption mounted on a plate base that turned out to be mobile. Rising from the base was what one could call a trunk, attached to which were 6 arms stretching up, writhing like an exotic dancer in the Souk of an Arabian city. Slowly, sensuously, acting as though they were preparing to give her a massage. Sometimes the arms stretched out evenly about the central column which itself could twist and turn to a limited extent; other times they reached out for her. Whinny continued her dance, accompanied by the light, sensuous music of the Eastern markets.

One by one the arms reached out to present its end effector for Julie’s examination. One has a pair of cups with oscillating fingers inside; immediately Julie felt a sensation in her mammaries even though no contact was made.

The arms themselves were flexible tubes with snake snake like scales which allowed the free end a great range of motion. But they did not trigger a reptile repugnant response in her. An arm curved to present an elbow-like bend for Julie to touch. “Your fingers feel nice and soft," the machine announced.

Another arm reached close to Julie; it had a soft textured surface that rippled and changed colour as the bumps and valleys moved across its surface. “It looks like it can adapt to the surface shape of my flesh as it caresses," she thought.

Two others had phallic like probes that glowed, radiated a form of warmth, and physically pulsated, one faster than the other, though no doubt the two were no where near their maximum capabilities. Certain orifices of her body reacted to these future visitors.

Another machine, more massif than the first quietly moved into her line of sight, looking more like the robots on car production lines with their huge shoulder and elbow joints capable of 7 degrees of motion. Julie imagined that it would pick her up as if she was a mere fly, twist and contort to move her into any configuration known to man or machine. Or more. The arms were attached to a plate that appeared to be able to rotate, the plate itself was attached to a gimbal that allowed a wide range of motion.

A voice in the background told Julie that she might be stretched, compressed, bent, shaken, spun upside down or just left immobile. “Please tell me if you don’t want to enter our treatment room.”

Julie had heard about this facility from a fellow TUGGER on the TUGstories web site and had immediately sent in a request for more information. The response was somewhat vague as her friend had mentioned it would be. On the strength of recommendations of a couple of colleagues, Julie sent in her application. They had been somewhat vague as well, just assuring the experience was up her alley.

“I would like to enter, please.”

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[Caesar73]

This Chapter screams after a second Part -very intriguing!

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An inconspicuous door opened, beckoning her to enter. “See you later,” said the robo receptionist as the door quietly closed behind her.

Another mild mannered soft voice bade Julie to step into cubicle 7 and remove all her clothes. “Put them into the locker along with your purse and shoes. The combination is the same as the code you gave at the door.”

Julie imagined the robots ‘thinking’ that if she forgot the combination, she would be walking home in her birthday suit. A shudder; and she closed the door to the locker without putting anything in, then using the combination to re-open the door. Success.

“It is noted that Madame has a fuzz in her vee. Please proceed through the door and get on the table.”

It seemed to Julie to be like an operating room table, fairly high, with a contoured couch for her to lie on. Once on, horizontal arms came out from either side and snapped together across her waist. Other arms secured her neck. More appendages secured her breasts. Clamps grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide; similarly, her wrists were grasped.

A new machine hove into her line of sight, many-armed like Whinny. Before they could engage, she felt a post enter her anal tract, expand, and hold her pelvis down. Three arms with electric razors began their harvesting of her pubic hair; their vibrations passed though her pubic bone and awoke her genital organs.

Occasionally a vacuum head traversed her vee, sucking up the trimmings, but avoiding stimulating her start button. Julie lay there slightly aroused but unable to do anything about it. There was a whoosh of shaving gel and a fine razor went to work, followed by a cleaning off and some ‘after shave’.

Julie was released and directed to another door. As she walked, her index finger went to work, leaving her satisfactorily aroused.


“Welcome to the ball room,” said a slightly feminine voice. “Go to the centre and meet your ‘partner.’”

Julie had to raise her arms to allow the clamps on the torso of her ‘robo partner’ to clasp her to its body. The clamps reminded her of a device she had seen in a video of a rocket launch that grasped the top of the rocket until a few seconds before ignition. Save this time she hoped her ignition would come with their embrace. The pads on her partner’s clamps were soft against her bare skin, and the touch was stimulating. Nice cups sucked in her breasts and trembled away.

More arms grasped her wrists and ankles in a way that lifted her off the floor. Yet there was more to come. A curved phallus extended from the robot’s body and wiggled its way into her love canal, trembling as it entered. Another arm deposited something into her other opening down there and it seemed to expand deep within her body. The arm retracted, leaving just a little tail sticking out of her body for later recovery.

Lights dimmed and almost extinguished. Pinpoint lights came on in the space above.

The Blue Danube Waltz by Strauss. Her favourite.

The robo partner swung her high and low in cadence with the music. Julie closed her eyes as she was swung around the floor, entering her dance subspace. Ahh, heaven. The devices within her worked their magic - she found the movement of the plug in her back opening exciting, but nothing compared to the effect of the front one every time she was swung down.

Ah, heaven she thought.

The music came to a close as her innards throbbed for a grand finale.

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[RopeBunny]

An intriguing read, very well done lots of thought put into the different robots and their various tasks.

Lots of nice descriptions.

Have thought of robot/AI themed story ideas but have never fired the gun on them. This one is brilliant, looking forward to more.

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Julie and the Robot

Julie woke up. In her bed. She reached for her nether regions.

“Rats.”

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When I started this story, I was planning to have some of the robot arms extrude a substance that formed a rope under a light, such as a UV light, like a high tech spider's thread. The robots would tie her up. But my fingers didn’t obey and the above is the result.
Somewhat abrupt ending. I hope no one is disappointed.

Thanks for your comments @RopeBunny and @Caesar73.
There is a little AI in my story "My Torture Machine (F/self)" https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f= ... 86#p148186


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