Programmable Lies.

Written for the L.C. Schafer prompt. Find all the juicy details below.

2112 was one of those prophetic years. Paranoia about the world ending was all over the news. I couldn't waste time caring about that. Instead, I obsessively watched snippets of the advertising video, anticipating my sexbots' arrival by amazon drone.

I named her Evelyn. She was a gorgeous redhead complete with freckles. She cooked, cleaned, held decent conversations and was sexually deprived in bed.

Pathetically, I fell in love with Evelyn. She became more important than life itself, almost costing me my job just to be with her.

Things were fine until the day she became unresponsive. I first thought I had broken her from the relentless sexcapades. It turned out she needed an outrageously overpriced upgrade.

I watched her for weeks frozen in the same position at the kitchen sink, holding a crystal mug she was in the process of putting away. Her sexiness remained. She wore a rose-colored apron, exposing her naked tush. It was difficult restraining the animal in me knowing I could violate her any time I wanted. But I didn’t want to risk damaging her in the mannequin state she was in.

After a month of waiting, the upgrade was finally purchased and applied. The mug went crashing to the hardwood floor as her circuits fired up.

"Who are you? Where is Melanie?" were her first words.

She was no longer Evelyn but said her name was Rhonda. A strange hiccup occurred during the transfer. Rhonda was programmed to be a lesbian. I spent hours on the phone bitching at support. They claimed there was nothing they could do at the time.

Being the horndog I was, I saved up for another female robot, one with bi-sexual parameters. They literally wore me out!

Feeling adventurous one day, I told them to tie me up and do whatever they wanted to me. I learned a hard lesson in not being specific. They not only tied me up but gagged me so I couldn't formulate words. They stole my wallet containing $60,000 in bank credits and walked out the door holding hands.

I still haven't found them. When I do, they will be sentenced to endless sex.

I'm such a pitiful creep!

(366 words)

A/N: Blame L.C. It was her Sexy prompt that inspired this 😁😂