Fantastic Voyage Part 3

by Faceless 001

Continuation of Part 2, which you can read by clicking here.

I awoke in a daze. When I did, I thought I was in my own bed. My head was pounding like it was Jan 1, 2000, and that's probably what woke me. I moved my leg over to get out of bed, and that's when I remembered where I was.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. The light inside the compartment only made my head hurt more. I felt hung over, but I had not been drinking. The smell of vomit hit me, as my eyes focused on my shirt. I had made quite a mess out of myself. I looked over at the artificial woman beside me, her face and chest still open, the panels held out in her arms. I had to close my eyes again, as the light just seemed too bright. I thought a bit about where I was, and realized I heard no truck engine. In fact, the only thing I heard was the sound of my movements.

I zipped up my fly and sat up on the bed. I tried talking to the robot. She didn't respond. The lights had stopped blinking in her face and in her chest. I put a hand on her crotch, trying to get a response, but none came.

"Monique?" I called in a dry rasp. I coughed and cleared my throat. I needed something to drink.

The robot did not respond at all, it seemed it had been shut off.

With what little strength I had, I stood up and made my way out of the compartment. The rest of the trailer had again been darkened, and I found myself stumbling along in darkness. My sense of balance was so off, that I found myself drawn swiftly to a wall, which turned out to be the cold steel floor. While on the floor, I saw a crack of light around the doors. I sat up and tried to get my head together. I couldn't think clearly. I seemed not to be so afraid, actually turned on by the robotic women I had met. There was just something about them that made me horny. Yet, I was being held prisoner by them. I wanted freedom more.

Although I was in great pain now, and very weak, I got up and walked around the car to the other end of the trailer. When I reached it, I didn't expect the door to budge at all, but it opened.

The daylight was bright outside. I had been passed out overnight, at least. The first thing I saw outside was the other robot, Cindy. She looked as if she was in the process of unlocking the other door, but she wasn't moving. For a moment, I just stared at her, waiting for her to do something. When it became clear that she wouldn't respond, I slowly crawled out of the trailer. It felt good to be back on solid ground.

"Cindy?" I tried to get her attention. She remained motionless, her hands on the trailer's locks, her face still smiling.

I looked around me. There were no other vehicles around. A lot of road was visible up to the horizon, but there wasn't a single other car in sight. This rural highway had never seemed so dead.

I didn't wait any longer for Cindy to respond. I started walking back towards town. With luck, I'd be able to stop the next car and ask for a ride.

I turned back to look at Cindy one more time. The jeans she wore showed off her flawless body. The fact that she was a robot gave me an erection. The urge to go feel her up hit me, but I knew I had to keep moving. I just couldn't trust those machines. This was my only chance at freedom.

The longer I walked along the shoulder, the more I realised that the road truly was dead. After walking for about 10 minutes, it really began to bother me how quiet the area was. It looked to be about noon, and regardless of what day of the week it was, there should have been cars.

Stopping to rest, I looked back at the trailer. It didn't look as though it had moved, its rear door still open. I could barely see the blonde robot still standing outside. I looked around me. There was a farmhouse in the distance, down an unpaved road. Not a single vehicle had gone by, so I made my way toward the house.

It was warm enough to take off my vomit soaked shirt, which was very odd, because it was February. I was feeling physically ill, and extremely weak. I had no idea why I felt that way. From the moment I ejaculated, I had felt sick. The last time I felt this way was when I had an extremely bad flu. It defied explanation. The robotic women obviously had something to do with it.

Who had made them? Who could make them? Such technology was years away. I knew because I like to keep up with that kind of news. From what I had seen of them, the robots could be connected to any computer. I had even seen a USB port in the panel above Monique's breasts. I wished I owned such a computer.

Near exhaustion, I walked closer to the red brick farmhouse. The sun beat down from high above my head. I was getting hot and more thirsty, but I had to make it to the house. My legs became numb, and I seemed to be floating along above them as I kept on my pace. My heart soon felt as if it would beat out of my chest.

Somehow, I made it. The last few metres were the longest part. I collapsed on the hard concrete steps of the house, and drew a few sharp, burning breaths. I was puzzled at what had made me so weak. I hadn't even the strength to lift my head off the step. I stared at the clear blue sky above, barely hearing the footsteps approaching.

A silhouetted figure appeared in my vision, a soothing female voice called to me, though I couldn't make out what she said.

Again, I passed out.


When I awoke, I was in unfamiliar but much better circumstances. I had been bathed and left in a king sized bed. A cool breeze blew through the open window. I felt rested, and only a tad groggy.

I sat up and realised I was not wearing any clothes, so I pulled out a sheet and wrapped it around myself as I stood. The night air was fresh and clean, and brought all my senses back to me. I went to go find and thank my host.

I didn't have to look far. I made my way down a staircase and found her in the kitchen, preparing a meal.

"Hello." I said, in a shaky voice.

"Oh, hi." She said, turning to me. She was a cute brunette, rather young looking.

"Thank you for bathing me." I said. "My name is Chip."

"I'm Jen." she said with a shy smile. "You were in terrible condition, what happened to you?" she asked.

"I.. I really don't know." I said as I came into the room and sat down at the table.

"Well, I'm just finishing supper now. We can talk about it over dinner."

"Sounds good." I said, noticing the table was set for two.

Jen was soon finished making supper, which turned out to be some sort of gumbo. I gladly finished off a bowl as fast as I could.

Through supper, we talked. She told me she worked alone on the farm. I was impressed. She seemed so young, and to handle all of the work herself, seemed talented, if not gifted.

I told her of my kidnapping, fembots and all. She seemed only concerned with the fact that I had been taken against my will. The strange technology of the female robots didn't phase her at all.

As we finished eating, a silence fell. We shared glances into each other's eyes. Jen looked beautiful, and smiled at me in a shy kind of way. Then she struck a new conversation.

"You have a nice body" she told me.

"Why, thanks." I replied, taken aback slightly.

She took my hand, and stroking it, said, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

I didn't really know what to say. My silence made her pull her arm off the table and look away.

"I think you're very pretty." I said, trying to salvage the moment.

She looked back at me and said in a low voice "I haven't had a man in a long time." Her deep blue eyes met mine again.

She was pretty. No super model, but a very attractive girl, with a sweet, trusting personality.

"Well, why don't you sit on my lap, and we'll talk about what pop's up." I said, using my lamest pick-up line.

A smile lifted her face as she got up, saying "Let's go to my bedroom."

She led me by the hand back up the stairs and into the room where I had awakened. Once inside, she gave me a long kiss, with plenty of tongue. I placed my hands on her breasts, then began to unbutton her shirt. She smiled and at the same time undid my toga. The sheet fell to the floor, and she tossed her shirt on top. She turned around and pulled her shorts down, wiggling her bum seductively at me.

"Tell me I'm beautiful." She said.

"You are beautiful." I responded.

She kicked off her shorts and sat down on the bed, making her way to the center. There she lay wearing a bra and panties, saying "Come and get me."

Already naked, I got onto the bed in front of her. We held and caressed each other's as we kissed. Her hair was fragrant and soft. Her mouth was sweet and wet.

Jen undid her bra, and let it fall off the edge of the bed. Her tits were well shaped and perky. I kissed down her neck, finding my way down to her breasts. She sighed deeply in pleasure, fondling my buns with her fingertips.

She took my penis in her hand and began to stroke it. I could feel it swelling. She put her mouth around it, and proceeded to give me the best blow job I ever had. We got into a more reclined position as I started to come. She licked and sucked until I let my load loose, and she even swallowed it.

I laid her down into the pillows for some more action. She assisted by pulling off her panties. It wasn't long before my cock was hard again, and I teased her clit with it, rubbing my tip up against it before letting it slide in. She moaned. Her vagina was moist and tight. We thrust our hips together, making love as the night's breeze blew through the room. Harder and faster we pushed until I came again, and we held each other's for a few long moments.

"That was heavenly." Jen said as she slowed her breathing.

"It certainly was." I said, reclining beside her on the bed.

She took my hand and said "I hope you don't think I'm slutty because of this."

"Of course not." I said, as I was left with that impression anyway. She was not stupid, though.

We talked for a bit, holding each other's in the night. Eventually we fell asleep.


The next morning, I awoke to the sound of birds singing. The sun was bright in the window. I was alone.

The sound of boots walking came through the door. I waited as it got nearer. Then, through the door came someone else, a tall, sexy black-haired woman dressed in a tight black body suit. She strutted toward me in a strange but familiar way, like a machine. It was another fembot.

I jumped out of bed and tried to escape it, but it's reflexes were far superior to mine, and it caught me by the neck.

"Who are you?" I just managed to say, as the robot tightened her grip. She stared at me with dead, glass eyes, then turned her head around 180 degrees. She walked backwards out of the house, dragging me naked down the staircase and out the door.

Outside was a large silver metallic sphere, almost as big as the house. At first I didn't see what it was, just the reflections on its surface. There was an opening in the side, into which the robot threw me. The interior was also silver, and highly reflective. There were no discernible features around.

I looked out of the sphere to see the fembot return to the house. I tried to escape, but was met by what can only be described as a force field around the door. I could not pass through it.

It didn't take long for the robot to return. She was carrying Jen in the same way she had carried me. I could see Jen struggling with the machine as it threw her into the sphere, on top of me.

The doorway vanished instantly. Jen, wearing only a towel, looked around, confused. I was also confused, but now felt regret at involving another person in my ordeal.

"What's happening?" Jen cried.

I tried not to lose my hope, although it was fading quickly. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just held onto Jen. She hung on to me tightly as the metallic sphere started moving at high speed.

"I think we're in trouble" I eventually said.
 
 
 

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