4:17 p.m. :: 2003-09-18
Programmed for Love - Part 3

Programmed for Love - Part 3

Kimber and Brent arrived at Bob's workshop at the same time. Brent seemed surprised to see her, no more surprised then Kimber herself was for going. Synths were not supposed to be curious. She held out her hand, he took it and they entered the lab.

Brent was the first to speak. "Bob, I have some questions!"

Kimber - again, out of character - said "WE have some questions."

Bob stifled a bemused chuckle. "You mean you two haven't figured it out yet?"

A look of confusion passed over both of their faces, making Brent feel odd yet again.

Bob went on. "When Linda Lee was dying, she came over here for days on end, for hours on end, supplying me with information, voice patterns, DNA scans, bits of trivia ... all the things that made her unique."

"Yeah, so?," Brent added.

The truth however, was beginning to dawn on Kimber.

"Bud - I am the pioneer in technology for Sex-Synths. I developed a program with a virtually infinite range - one that could allow a synth to be programmed with emotions, feelings, silliness - all the things that make a human unique. And then I imprinted all of Linda Lee's data on it - onto HER.." Bob pointed at Kimber ".... and hoped for the best. And it seems to be working!'

Brent was astonished, moreso at seeing Kimber's calm reaction. "You're saying, for all intents and purposes, she is Linda Lee?"

"No bud - but she is as close as you could get. She'll have a lot of the same reactions, but she will be shaped by experiences & environment, same as anyone else. She will adapt, constantly, gain emotions and feelings - her programming allows for a virtually infinite amount of variables. So go - be together, love together - love is for souls, not bodies - and you too love each other!'

Kimber smiled - held out her hand. Brent took it and they went home together.

"So what do we do now?," Kimber asked when they got home.

"Now? Now, my love, we FUCK!," he said, pushing her down on the bed and ripping off her miniskirt.

Kimber laughed, delighting in the fact she COULD laugh. The laughter was quickly turned to moans as he sucked at her body. His tongue was in between her legs. He licked at her pussy, adept in his manipulation of her clit.

She writhed under him, remembering bits and pieces of her old life. She tugged at his hair, remembering he liked that when he was eating pussy.

She hunched upwards at him, feeling his tongue sink deeper and deeper into her writhing body. Her blonde muff was wet now, and she pulled him upwards.

"Enough lover!," she said, demanding not being compliant for the first time. "Time to fuck!"

She licked at his prick with practiced strokes, getting him hard and ready. Then, he slammed into her - hard, rough, with passion. In and out he moved, her fingernails raking at his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside of her. Harder and harder, with fury and passion, Brent fucked into her. His skin was glistening now as he fucked HIS woman - which she full knew she was again.

They moved together, fully in synch for the first time in many months. For each arch into her, he was met with one from her. As he pumped, she tightened her muscles, milking him and drawing his essence into her.

Finally, he came and she with him. Panting, exhausted, tired, they clung together. "Now what," it was her turn to ask.

"Now, my angel, we live happily ever after, " he said, nuzzling her close.

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