In 2139, a deadly virus has pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. A cure has been found, but it must pass from parent to child. Mankind's only hope is to send a cybernetic sex machine back in time to impregnate as many women as possible, spreading the cure for generations before the virus ever exists. Explicit adult content! Hot breeding sex with a cyborg from the future. 3800 words. More
In 2139, a deadly virus has pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. A cure has been found, but it must pass from parent to child. Mankind's only hope is to send a cybernetic breeding machine back in time to impregnate as many women as possible with altered sperm, spreading the cure for generations before the virus ever exists. Explicit adult content! Hot breeding sex with a cyborg from the future, 3800 words.
She sat reluctantly, and eyed the door. It was close enough to touch, but she could never scramble over the couch and get it open before he grabbed her. "The police are on their way," she told him.
The man shook his head. "I disabled the phone system. They won't trouble us."
Her last shred of hope faded, consumed by fear. "What do you want with me?" she said.
"I am a cyborg, sent from the future," he said. "My mission is to inseminate as many females of healthy breeding age as possible."
Great, he's huge and dangerous, but at least he's also completely insane. She wanted to cackle hysterically. "You want to f*ck me?"
"The survival of the human race depends on it," he said with no more emphasis than if he had said the walls of her apartment needed painting. "I conducted a scan of your body heat map while on the bus. Your slightly elevated temperature indicates that this is an optimum time for the semen in my reservoir tank to impregnate you."
Despite her fear, Tara shook her head in wonder. "Buddy, that is the worst pick-up line I've ever heard."
She would have felt better if he had laughed, or even grown angry, but the man just stood looking at her for a moment, expressionless. "I was instructed that some females might be doubtful." Without preamble, he opened his trench coat, and Tara gasped.
Except for his boots, the intruder was nude beneath the long coat. His chest and stomach were a rippling mass of bulging muscle beneath smooth skin, the kind of body LA fitness nuts spent all day trying to cultivate. His manhood hung long and heavy between thighs like tree trunks, but Tara barely noticed. All up and down his body, thin metal conduits wound in and out of his skin, and a panel of blinking lights seemed embedded in his abdomen.
Without thinking, Tara reached out to touch him. His skin was warm and smooth and frighteningly real; the metal weaving in and out of his body hummed with energy. "Oh my god," she breathed. "How... why?"
"In approximately one hundred and forty years, a viral plague will eradicate most of humanity," he said in that same infuriatingly even tone. "A cure was eventually discovered - an engineered virus - but only after it was too late. The cure virus does nothing for the original host; it only inoculates their offspring. The only solution was to make use of a second research project that was completed shortly afterward - what you would call a time machine."
"But why send a robot?" Tara said. "Why not a man?"
The cyborg said, "The scientific team theorized that the human mind is too fragile to endure the trauma of time travel, even if the human body could survive. Instead, they sent me. My processing unit is shielded, and enough of my body is human tissue to carry out reproductive functions, although I have been augmented far beyond the capability of any man."
Tara glanced down at his - its - crotch. He was far bigger than any man she'd seen, but she arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Augmented how?" The rational part of her mind couldn't believe she was accepting this, but her eyes and fingers could only lie if she had gone insane.
For the first time, the cyborg showed emotion as his mouth split in a grin. "I will show you, Tara Donner."