Regardless of his reluctance, he dutifully assumed the responsibility of CEO. To the surprise of most, he actually did an admirable job of filling his father’s shoes. While he would never be mistaken for his elder, four years of obligatory college and the obvious inheritance of some of his father’s business instincts enabled him to hold it all together. The company continued to profit and flourish.
Even so, it was a mantle he never wanted. While he spent his days running the day-to-day operations of the family business, he still went home to an empty mansion and a lonely world where he still felt the same insecurities he’d felt as a teenage boy.
All that changed when he got wind, through the ultranet, of something called Project Yiff. After all, just because he was introverted didn’t mean he didn’t have the same wants and desires as any other red-blooded American man. He found release through online porn and disreputable “dating” sites. He was actually looking to make an illicit purchase from a shady site that dealt in refurbished contraband Andrea units smuggled rockside, when mysterious chatter from unidentified sources directed him to another site offering something far more exotic. Once he saw the possibilities, he knew there could be nothing else.
Amber would change his life forever. She was a fantasy come to life, a dream come true. She was one-of-a-kind, something no one else had and never would. And she was his, nobody else’s. She brought color and companionship to a boring and lonely life. She would instill in him a confidence he never had before. She would teach him things about being a man no one had ever taught him before. She brought him happiness that he’d never known before.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the memory of the day they came for her. Poor Master! He’d been naïve enough to believe he could protect her by trying to reason with them, to negotiate. After all, he was a businessman. That’s what he did.
They’d shot him down in cold blood where he’d stood, all the time laughing and joking as if it was all just a cruel game … some mean prank on the school playground, a bunch of bullies picking on the weakest kid in class.
She knew if they ever got their hands on her again, she’d face a far worse fate. Painful experiments and inhumane surgical procedures. Torture and mutilation in the name of research and science. Only after they found what they were looking for, would she then be put out of her misery. She doubted it would be done with any mercy. After all, she wasn’t anything to them. She was nothing more than a manufactured toy in their eyes. Human enough to look sexy, animal enough to be exotic. Completely engineered to be used.
For the first time in weeks, she actually felt safe. There was something about this man who called himself Tiger. She sensed a strength in him that she’d never felt with her Master. He was not only a good person, but he was courageous … no that wasn’t all … he was … what was that word? Chivalrous. Yes! Chivalrous. He had a sense of honor. He’d seen her being raped and he’d came to her rescue without hesitation, without wondering what she was or where she came from. There was no pausing to weigh the costs or repercussions. Here was a Master she could give her body and heart.
She felt herself becoming aroused again, the wetness between her legs running down the crack of her ass. She had already fingered herself to orgasm twice since he had left, but it’d done little to extinguish the smoldering desire that burnt deep down inside her lower belly. There was only one thing that was going to extinguish this fire.
Even so, her fingers made their way down her tight little tummy and slid in and out of her sex a few times. She brought the moistened digits back up to her lips. Her nose twitched slightly, as she took in the scent of her fresh wetness, mixed with her previous arousals. The smell of it added to her excitement and her tongue darted out to lick her digits clean. Her hand returned to her crotch, where sticky fingers found her swollen and ready.
She’d kept the shirt he’d worn yesterday beside her all afternoon. She held it to her nose and took in his scent as if it were a drug. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating to her, and her fingers intensified their assault on her throbbing, swollen nub. Once again, she would try to scratch that endless itch. She had no choice. She’d been engineered to desire sex and give it freely to the human she’d been made for. There was no other reason for her existence. She wasn’t created to build computer boards on an assembly line or do jobs considered too dangerous for humans. She wasn’t an android who only became aroused when a man desired her attention. She was a living organism. As such, she had needs and desires of her own.
She’d also been engineered to be a sensual creature. As such, she was a slave to her own cravings. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing. It made little sense to design a creature for intimacy if it didn’t enjoy it as well as the person it was created to serve. And she enjoyed it immensely. Not only that, but she was also very good at it. Again, why create a being for
