Honeybot 0723

“She’s perfect.” 

“She is. And she has the required pedigree, is that correct?” I stand, frozen in place, a pleasant expression curving the edges of my lips as they speak about me as if I’m not standing right in front of them.

“Of course she does. Do you think that we invested billions of Marks in this product just to have a technicality ruin it all?” Mistress Lavinia is furious. I know this, even though her voice sounds sweeter and softer than it did a moment ago. She’s at her most dangerous when she sounds exactly as she does now, and the King’s Chancellor doesn’t even seem to realize it.

“We’re going to need a doctor-certified copy of her genetic makeup. And it will have to be confirmed independently.”

“Of course, Chancellor.” Her voice is like syrup to my ears, and I suppress a shudder. Honeybot 0723 does not react with displeasure to anything placed before it, no matter how we feel on the inside.

You’re probably wondering how a Bot can feel anything at all, but the truth is that the name Siren Labs gave my kind, and each of the lines that came before this one, is more than a little deceptive. I’m not a true robot, or even anything close to it. But Cyborg doesn’t sound sexy, at least not according to the marketing branch of Siren, and so here we are. Cyborgs fight on the front lines alongside the most elite soldiers in the galaxy. Honeybots are made for pleasure on planets in almost every galaxy that Humankind has set out to plunder.

Not that I know much about pleasure. At least not yet.

“The Honeybot 0723 is only fifty-nine percent human, putting her a full one percent below the required level at testing. The 0723 receives another 20 percent of her DNA from the Fayelorna. And the rest is a composite of advantages from a variety of nearly human species, with positive attributes we carefully selected during the splicing process. In addition, twenty percent of her physical makeup is machine. She has implants in her brain and throughout her body that will provide optimal pleasure for her user. Or users.”

The King’s Chancellor turns to look at me, and I see a hunger in his eyes as they sweep over my relaxed form. Mistress Lavinia carefully selected our outfits today to showcase our best assets. I’m wearing a sheer white dress that barely covers my ass cheeks. The light fabric leaves nothing to the imagination, even when it covers my skin. The dusty rose of my nipples is only vaguely obscured by the silky layers, and I feel the sensitive peaks harden under the powerful man’s gaze.

“I like this one.” It’s clear that he’s talking about me as he takes a step closer, towering over me. My chin tilts upwards to gaze into his eyes, my programming, along with years of training at the Institute, taking over as my body responds to his desire. I was made for this, and finally I’m going to find out what “this” is.

Our training at the institute was carefully designed to give us the skill set we will need when we finally receive a placement, while also preserving the “refreshing innocence” that Mistress Lavinia is constantly touting to potential buyers.

“She’s meant for the king. She was designed to his specifications. Maybe he’ll let you have a taste when he’s finished with her. If there’s anything left.” I take a step backwards at my Mistress’s signal, biting down on my bottom lip unconsciously. Directives can be more complicated than I realized.

“She has a rejuvenating pussy, doesn’t she? She regrows her hymen? I could fuck her within an inch of her life, right here, and he’d never have to know.”

“But I would know, wouldn’t I, Davin?” A deep voice comes from across the room, and the Chancellor immediately steps back, his head whipping towards the far corner.

“Your Majesty.” The man makes a sweeping bow, and even I can see the fear that he tries to hide as he bends forward. “I was just- you know that I would never- I was testing our good lady here to make sure she wasn’t offering you second-hand goods.”

The King smiles, and Mistress Lavinia makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like a snort, before attempting to cover it with a cough.

“You’ll have to excuse my cousin, Mistress.” The King is moving rapidly across the room, and I find myself surprised by how young he appears to be. I don’t have much experience with men, so maybe I’m wrong, but if I’d seen this man and hadn’t known who he was, I would have guessed that he was only a few years older than I am. That can’t be, however, since my information upload clearly indicates that the King has four sons and two daughters, all of whom are older than my own twenty sun cycles. “He’s a dolt. But he’s my brother. And we can’t choose our family.” He smiles broadly as his gaze sweeps back to me.

“She is exquisite. And exactly as I requested.”

“She is, Your Grace. She spent the first sixteen years of her life in a growth pod. We removed her for three years while she attended our Academy, then returned her to the pod for a hardware upgrade before removing her six months ago. The only male contact she has had is with the eunuchs who work beneath me, and all of her contact with them has been highly supervised. She is as untouched as the day she emerged from her pod. And as innocent as any could wish her to be. However, with the suppressed software her memory chip contains, she, along with any of my other girls, will be able to please any and all who you deem worthy of her favors.”

“Your Grace.” I make a sweeping curtsy, low to the ground, when he comes to stand before me. A single calloused finger tilts my chin upwards while I hold the position, my face level with an impressive bulge that seems to grow with my ever-widening eyes.

“Her eyes are the color of the Faye. You’ve outdone yourself, Vinny.” I can barely keep from whipping my head in the direction of my Mistress at the familiarity in his tone.

The King offers me his hand, and I rise, my eyes now locked on his green ones.

“The moment she emerged, I knew she was for you, your Grace.” Mistress Lavinia simpers as the King finally turns away from me without releasing my hand.

“I would like a few moments alone with her.” The King’s tone is final, but I expect my Mistress to object, even if this man is the ruler of much of this world.

“Of course, your Grace.” My face must register my surprise, although my programming shouldn’t allow it, because the King chuckles, the sound deep and melodic. I have been kept from the gaze of all men except my Mistress’s eunuchs until we arrived at the palace an hour ago. Now I’m being left alone with the King?

“Oh, you just keep getting better and better, little one. We are going to have so much fun together, I think.”