The Real Woman

This story is written by Chris Warner, and all copyright and other rights of authorship are retained. It is for ADULTS ONLY and contains sexual material. If you are under 18 years old and/or are offended by sexual material, please stop viewing this page NOW. Readers are permitted to keep a copy for their own personal reference, but this story must not be reposted or in any other way distributed, in any form, without the express permission of the author via the e-mail address given. I am likely to be happy for it to be posted to other sites, but I intend to retain control over the contents of the story and ensure that certain other conditions will be met.

Part 1: Charlz

Charlz woke up feeling as lonely as ever with his familiar craving for a real woman. It wasn’t just that he was alone in the sleeping pod of his truck, miles from the nearest settlement. His lack of connection with other humans went a lot deeper, and this desire for a real woman was always more intense following a few days off at a recreation resort.

Charlz had spent a great deal of money on sex with a chickbot three nights ago. While the actual sex had been of a high standard, the experience led him to feel worse than ever. He had spent the evening bantering and flirting with a lingerie waitress style chickbot, and had felt the urges growing. The waitress had asked him if he wanted to go upstairs and he had agreed. Of course, it wasn’t the waitress chickbot who had serviced him upstairs. Cheap lingerie waitress chickbots weren’t fully optioned. While their looks and conversation were of a high standard, and their exposed skin felt as real as any human, they did not have the necessary orifice options for sex. While none of the other men ever complained, Charlz had found it strange to be flirted with by one chickbot only to be sexually serviced by a completely different model.

A lot of Charlz’s loneliness was understandable. He envied those men who had brothers. Men had no meaningful contact with their mothers or sisters, and nobody had an actual father anymore, so having a brother was special to most men. Charlz had only very vague memories of living as a pre-schooler with his mother and a younger sister. Like every other boy, at the age of 5 Charlz went to a boy’s boarding school run by a stern group of women inside the women’s enclave. Then at the age of 12 he was transferred to a boarding school in a male zone. For the last two years since his seventeenth birthday he had led the solitary life of a truck driver.

Charlz rarely shared his thoughts and feelings with the other men he encountered. He knew they would only laugh at him. Because his job involved delivering food to the trading zones of some of the women’s enclaves, he met with real women more often than most men. He knew as well as anyone that real women were normally cold and business-like. As for looks, apart from a few genuine beauties he saw every now and then, most real women were a lot less good looking than the chickbots he saw in the men’s settlements. It wasn’t just that real women looked older when they grew old, but even many of the young ones had physical imperfections. The prevailing wisdom in the men’s settlements was that real women were no comparison to the chickbots.

Charlz knew as well as anyone that things had been different in the past, and he knew quite a bit about the women’s separation movement. Hundreds of years ago men and women had lived together. Not just living in the same settlements, but sharing the same buildings and rooms. Apparently men had been the dominant ones. Charlz had heard that in early times women had not even been allowed to vote. It was hard to believe, considering that there had been no male presidents in his lifetime. In the early days, the women’s separation movement had apparently been known as the women’s liberation movement.

Everyone knew about the technological advances that had contributed to the separation. The widespread access to pornography and the development of the chickbots, PELVUs and other similar devices had meant that men no longer needed to try to convince women to satisfy their urges. And the development of synthetic sperm meant that babies could be produced without the need for direct interaction between men and women. And in many of the women’s enclaves, the development and use of the “Freedom Pill” meant that those women were no longer subjected to the evolutionary urge to copulate.

He hadn’t been taught in school all the reasons why the separation happened, but plenty of men he talked to provided the common theories. It was widely believed that women were innately selfish. Apparently they had originally been opposed to the pornography and the chickbots. While it was commonly believed that women had never liked sex, they had apparently tried to prevent men from enjoying it as a strategy for getting their own way. However, it was never going to be possible to stem the tide of pornography and machines men used to get satisfaction, so women had eventually stopped trying to oppose them and began the separation instead.

Charlz, however, was confused by some conflicting theories. He had heard some men say that women used to like sex. It was widely rumoured that in the enclaves where they didn’t use the Freedom Pill that women used penis shaped objects on themselves. Why would they do that voluntarily if they didn’t get something out of it? There was also an urban myth that some of the older pornography archives actually contained real women. This was a bit harder to believe. The female bodies in those archives looked far more like early model chickbots that the real women he saw at the enclaves. Still, Charlz couldn’t shake off his craving for a real woman. For reasons he didn’t understand, his craving wasn’t just for sex. He also had an incomprehensible desire for female companionship as well.

Charlz climbed out of his sleeping pod and sat down at his new PELVU. While Charlz had been at the recreation resort, a lot of work had been done on his truck. All the solar energy extractors on the roof had been replaced, but the best thing was that his archaic urinal had finally been replaced with a new Penis Emission Liquid Vacuum Unit. Someone on Charlz’s low income could never hope to own an actual chickbot, so the best he had dared hope for was a decent PELVU. This one was still only a basic model, but it was still a vast improvement. It had only two settings. The first setting was a simple low-level vacuum to collect and dispose of urine. The second setting used variable vacuum combined with massagers designed to facilitate ejaculation and semen disposal. It had been helpfully installed in front of the pornview.

Charlz inserted his penis into the PELVU and turned it on to the first setting to empty his bladder. Then he turned on the pornview and turned the PELVU up to the second setting. He was quickly aroused by the effect the machine was having. It wasn’t quite as good as a chickbot orifice, but it was still pretty sensational. Charlz stared at the gang-bang scene on the pornview, but he found that his thoughts were drifting away to his fantasies about real women. On an impulse he turned off the pornview and closed his eyes to indulge these fantasies.

After only a few minutes, he noticed that the PELVU was slowing down when it should have been speeding up. Opening his eyes, he saw that the cabin lights were growing dimmer. Looking over to the power display, he saw that the batteries were going flat. The idiot mechanics had forgotten to finish reconnecting the solar energy extractors, so there was nothing to stop the batteries from draining. Charlz tried to stand up, but it was already too late. The motor in the PELVU had gone dead, but as there was no way for air to enter the vacuum chamber, the vacuum effect continued. He was stuck!

Part 2: Paris

Paris’s mother was a prominent politician. She had named her daughter after President Hilton, the first female Republican president who had come to power in 2040. Actually, there had been female Democrat presidents as early as 2016, but they were rarely mentioned since the Democratic Party had been declared un-American in 2107. Paris liked her name. She even liked the fact it was spelled the traditional way. It set her apart from the thousands of girls named Pariz. Paris was the last girl anyone would have predicted to do something crazy like leave the women’s enclave without an armed escort.

Armed only with a personal wrist-mounted tazer, Paris crept slowly through the trees towards where the truck was parked. The eighteen-year-old had never been outside the enclave before in her life, and she was trying hard to fight the feelings of panic. Apart from a few glimpses at the trading points, Paris had never seen a man before. Now her infrared binoculars were showing her that there was a solitary man inside the nearby truck. The fear she was feeling was entirely understandable. She had been hearing all her life how violent and brutal men were.

Paris would never have considered venturing outside the enclave if she hadn’t met Denize. A few month’s ago, Denize and her mother had moved in next door, having transferred from an enclave in another part of the country in order to live somewhere where they could have access to the Freedom Pill. Denize had told her about the evolutionary copulation urge, and how it still affected the body and mind even though it was completely unnecessary now. Without the Freedom Pill, women were forced to use vibrating rods on themselves, and that only gave temporary relief at best.

Instead of making Paris feel grateful for the Freedom Pill, listening to Denize had had the opposite effect. She was very curious about the copulation urge. She had heard rumours that the effects of the vibrating rods were actually very pleasant, ecstatic even. She had tried stimulating herself by a variety of means, but the Freedom Pills suppressed the neurological pathways. So Paris had secretly made the decision to stop taking her pills.

The last few days had been tumultuous for Paris. She had started to think about men more and more. Her body felt more sensitive, particularly in the underwear regions. She had begun feeling strange sensations. Even the normal act of taking off her clothes to get into the hygiene cubicle had made her heart race. Without anyone to talk to about what she was feeling, Paris had no hope of properly understanding or controlling the copulation urge. She felt an overwhelming desire to find a man, and in her mind no vibrating rod was going to be any sort of substitute.

As Paris reached the door of the truck, her conflicting emotions continued to intensify. Her panic at being so close to a man nearly overwhelmed her. But at the same time her urge for physical contact also included a strange feeling of confidence and power. Against all reason, the urge was telling her that this man would be in her power instead of the other way around. Her logic told her this was crazy, but she still reached for the door handle.

Part 3: Charlz & Paris

Charlz was trying to remain calm and think of a solution to his predicament. If he couldn’t find a way of extracting his penis from the PELVU he could easily starve to death. Vehicles passing on the road were unlikely to stop. Charlz had only been stuck for twenty minutes when he was surprised and delighted to hear the outside door being opened.

Luckily there was a manual door release that could be used in the event of a power failure, and Charlz could see a person enter the small decontamination chamber. Of course, the chamber itself wouldn’t be working, but if the doors were closed quickly enough, the amount of toxic gas that would enter the cab wouldn’t reach a dangerous level. The person shut the outer door before opening the inner door, and a few seconds later the stranger was inside the cab. The next thing he saw was a tazer being held in front of his face.

To begin with, Charlz was unable to see any details of his visitor due to their radiation cape and oxygen mask. The cape was removed first, but Charlz wasn’t paying any attention because he was totally focussed on the tazer. But he looked up when the stranger took off their oxygen mask. He was shocked to discover that his visitor appeared to be a woman.

Chickbots were so realistic that there were few reliable clues to tell them apart from real women. From what he could see of this woman’s gorgeous face and body, she could easily be a chickbot. The clothing suggested she was real. She was wearing a simple long-sleeved shirt and trousers favoured by both men and women. Chickbots were more commonly clothed in skimpier clothes, and had no need for either a radiation cape or an oxygen mask. The proof that this was a real woman was the tazer. Chickbots were programmed never to touch a tazer. Men very rarely bothered to carry any weapons since the police victory of 2126. But real women never went anywhere unarmed.

Paris was the first to speak. She was trembling so much she could barely keep her tazer pointed at Charlz. She had been freaked out to see that he had bare legs. Although his shirt covered his bottom and reached part way down his thighs, it appeared likely that he wasn’t wearing any trousers at all. Her fear took over and she heard herself yelling at the top of her voice.

“Don’t move! Put your hands in the air! Don’t touch anything! Stand up against the wall, or I swear I’m going to fry your brain!”

Paris braced herself for the expected anger and violence, and almost fired the tazer pre-emptively in anticipation. However, she was surprised to see that Charlz had not moved at all. If anything, he appeared just as scared as she was. Still, it was probably a trick, so she kept on yelling.

“STAND UP AGAINST THE WALL!”

“Please don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!” Paris could see tears forming in his eyes, and the sight of it caused her to soften her voice.

“Don’t cause me any trouble,” she said. “Why aren’t you moving? Don’t muck around. I swear this thing can stop your heart.”

Charlz continued to plead with her. “I can’t move. I’m stuck here. Please, you have to believe me.”

“How are you stuck? And why aren’t you wearing trousers?”

To Paris’s amazement, Charlz blushed. “I was, you know, taking care of the urges when the power went out. I’m being held here by a vacuum. Please, please open the manual air inlet.”

Something about Charlz made Paris start to believe him. Her fear started to recede and her suppressed lust started to rise to the surface again. She had been so irrationally driven by the copulation urge that she hadn’t had any plan for what to do once she actually found a man. She could see that the current situation was far better than she could ever have predicted.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Charlz,” he replied. “And yours?”

“None of your business!” she retorted. There was no way she was going to make herself any more vulnerable than was absolutely necessary.

Paris took a deep breath and took in the sights before her. Charlz looked to be slightly taller than she was, but he certainly didn’t seem bulky or particularly muscular. He was wearing a plain long-sleeved shirt. His bare legs and feet were evenly tanned. With the amount of background radiation around, most people became tanned through their clothing. She found him good-looking, even though she had very little to compare him with. She wondered if that was due to the urge.

Now that the woman had stopped yelling, Charlz found his own fear starting to go recede slightly. The tazer was still pointed at him, but the fact she hadn’t fired it even though he hadn’t obeyed her order gave him some hope that he would survive. She wasn’t trembling as much as before, and she gave the impression of becoming rational.

Charlz was correct when he thought Paris was deep in thought. The fear and the lust were balancing each other out, and her brain was mediating between the two. Her fear was compelling her to ensure her safety while her lust was driving her in a different direction. Her brain hit upon the ideal next step.

“Take your shirt off!”

This order had an immediate effect on Charlz, as it formed a frequent part of his fantasies about being with a woman. He felt his penis stiffen again inside the PELVU, causing a slight discomfort. He instinctively knew that being exposed to a real woman was completely different to being naked with a chickbot. As his trembling hands started to unbutton his shirt, he was conscious of real human eyes linked to a real human brain looking at him.

As Paris finished watching Charlz remove his shirt, she quickly used it to bind his arms together behind his back. Feeling slightly safer, she began to allow the urge to start taking over. Once he was uncovered she was able to see nearly all of him. His shoulders, chest and stomach seemed wonderfully proportioned. She had a powerful urge to free him from the PELVU in order to look at his penis, but her fear just held her in check. As she admired his body, she discovered that her hands were beginning to unbutton her own shirt. She instantly knew that this was the copulation urge. There was no rational reason for uncovering her body, but there was something inside her brain telling her to go for it. She felt her nipples harden, and the area inside her underpants felt more sensitive than ever. The fear was still there, but now it was a different type of fear. As she tried to understand what she was feeling, she felt that she was fearful of being seen naked, fearful that he wouldn’t like her body, and fearful that he would reject her.

She nearly stopped, but her confidence returned. Something deep inside told her that taking the risk would result in a rich reward. She rationalised that she was the one with the weapon. If he rejected her, she could always erase his brain with her tazer! She continued to unbutton her shirt.

Charlz could scarcely believe his fantasies were being acted out in real life. The woman was unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it open, allowing him to see her breast supporter. It was simpler that the breast supporters that the chickbots wore, which were normally highly decorative. After all, chickbot breasts didn’t actually need supporting. The fact that the breast supporter on this woman was actually needed seemed very erotic.

After kicking off her boots, she chose to take off her pants next. By untying the drawstring at the top, she simply allowed them to fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. Her undergarments were again plain and useful looking, and again the sight turned him on. He could see a few curly hairs sticking out around the edges of the material, and the sight only made him more conscious of how real she was. For reasons he could not fathom an actual real woman was not only standing in his truck cab, but was taking off her clothes. He felt his penis grow fully erect, and was frustrated beyond measure by his inability to touch himself.

Paris paused once she was down to her underwear and looked intensely at Charlz. The look of admiration on his face was unmistakable, and she instinctively knew that she should tease him. She tried to smile at him, but was aware that it was a very nervous smile. She undid the hook on the front of her breast supported, but continued to hold it in place. She was rewarded by the look of anticipation on his face, and she knew that this was making her more powerful. Finally she moved her hands apart and allowed him to see her breasts, and the smile on his face made her heart flutter.

Charlz was in heaven when she finally revealed her breasts to him. They sagged slightly and seemed to point ever so slightly in different directions, but to him this only made them seem more perfect. She was now about to remove the last of her undergarments. Continuing to face him, she slowly pushed them down to her knees, and then with a wriggle of her hips and legs they dropped onto her feet. He had always suspected that real women were as hairy down there as men. She looked perfect.

Now that she was naked, Paris was again trying to make sense of what her brain and body were telling her. It felt obvious that the place where her legs met was central to the urge. Denize had told her that this was where the vibrating rods were used, although she could also tell the other parts of her body such as her nipples were also important. Paris leaned back against the cab wall and started to use her hands on her body in a way that she never had before.

Paris still wasn’t feeling safe enough to take her eyes off Charlz, but for a few minutes she tried to shut him out of her mind as much as possible as her fingers explored her breasts and between her legs. Her breathing had changed and her heart was racing, and her nerves seemed to be tingling. She slipped a finger inside the hole where the tampons were put, and she was surprised at how wet it was. It wasn’t red, so she bravely raised her finger to her nose. The smell was new to her. It certainly wasn’t urine. She tried to clear her mind of her racing thoughts and tried to tune into her evolutionary instincts. She felt like she needed Charlz’s penis inside her.

Paris focussed her attention on Charlz again, and came close to reaching for the PELVU’s manual air inlet. However, 18 years of conditioned fear prevented her from going through with it, and she felt like crying with frustration. She had come all this way and taken all these stupid risks, only to be prevented at the final hurdle. It was unbearable.

Paris looked Charlz in the face again, and the look of admiration and longing on his face gave her extra motivation. She again tried to clear her mind and understand the urge she was feeling. It seemed to her that the urge she was feeling was something more than the traditional idea of a copulation urge. This wasn’t merely an urge to make babies the original biological way. This urge was about finding satisfaction. As her fingers explored between her legs, they had come across a small bump which seemed more sensitive and more responsive. She yearned for Charlz to stimulate her there.

Since ordering him to remove his shirt the woman had said nothing to Charlz, and he had the opportunity of relaxing and appreciating the view. However, he was soon reminded about the vulnerability of his situation when she began yelling at him again.

“If you don’t do exactly what I tell you, I’m going to pump you full of electricity! Do you understand? Answer me!”

“I understand,” Charlz replied meekly.

After a moment’s hesitation to consider his answer, the woman came over to him and climbed on top of the PELVU, sitting down facing him. He could now smell on her a scent he had never encountered. This, in addition to the ability to see her up close, stimulated his senses, which were then overloaded as he felt her touch as she placed her feet on his thighs to steady herself. She leaned back against pornview and watched him carefully, taking care always to keep her tazer pointed at him.

“Lick me!”

Charlz did not need to be asked twice to obey this command. Both his instincts and his chickbot experience told him to lick the area around her orifice. The woman kept ordering him to continue, including directing his attention to particular places. The entrance to her orifice was long and thin, and she repeatedly directed his attention to a small lump at one end. As he continued to lick and suck her there, her orders petered out and became replaced by groans.

Eventually she started to stiffen and shudder. Charlz was not unfamiliar with this reaction. The chickbots were programmed to respond in this way as soon as the semen detectors in their orifices detected the man’s ejaculation. However, this was the first time that he had experienced this in relation to a woman’s pleasure, but he was certain that this was the case. Looking up at the woman’s face, he saw her face relax into a natural and beautiful smile.

Paris was indeed feeling very satisfied. What she had just experienced had exceeded her expectations. Her fears had melted away and she had been immensely rewarded by her body’s response to Charlz’s tongue. It had felt so natural that in that moment neither of them could think of any reason why they shouldn’t stay together and keep doing that over and over again.

Paris was the first to return to her senses. It didn’t take long to remember that Charlz was trapped with his penis in a machine and his hands tied behind his back. She had been very lucky so far, but she was still many miles from the safety of the enclave. She stood up and started pulling on her clothes.

Charlz almost cried out in anguish as he saw the woman’s body start to disappear underneath her clothes. His penis was still fully erect, and he had had no relief since his chickbot encounter three days ago. Now he had just had an almost magical encounter with a real woman, and he couldn’t bear the idea of it ending this way.

“Please, please don’t go. Please stay and do more. I’m begging you!”

“No chance,” Paris replied. “You’re lucky I haven’t ended your life already!”

“Can I see you again? I come through here every five days. I’ll park overnight at this same place. I’ll do whatever you ask me to do.”

Paris thought this over. She was already considering the consequences of not going back on the Freedom Pill. Maybe, she though to herself, if I come well prepared with more weapons, knockout gas, handcuffs and rope, it might be worth the risk.

“We’ll see,” she replied. “If I detect any sort of trap, I will chop off all your bits before I finally allow you to die!”

Charlz was overjoyed that there remained a possibility of seeing her again. There still remained the problem, however, if his current predicament.

“Please open the manual air inlet. Otherwise I’m going to die here.”

“No way, you devious scum! Now is not the time to try any more tricks!”

There was no way that Charlz had a chance of convincing her to free him from the PELVU. He did however convince her to reconnect the solar energy extractors before she left. Over the following hours the batteries slowly started to recharge themselves. The massagers of the PELVU started moving very slowly, which only intensified his feelings of frustration. He was forced to turn the PELVU off while the batteries continued to charge. Finally, two and a half hours later, there was enough power to turn the PELVU back on and obtain the relief he had been desperately craving. He felt no need to turn the pornview on. The fresh memories he had of his encounter with the mysterious woman were all he needed. The satisfaction he experienced was more than just sexual. Although there was nobody there to hear him, he shouted with joy the same words over and over again. “I’ve got a girlfriend!”

The End

Chris Warner
January 2010

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