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    Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Twelve
    Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Twelve
    Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Twelve
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    Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Twelve

    By Selbryth Lannigan

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    While Ashleigh's affair with cyberneticist and friend Norm continues, she finds herself called upon to help fine-tune Ashleigh Doll's features. Wired from head to toe with sensors, she works her way through several data-gathering sessions with both male and female test subjects, enjoying herself as always. But when the updated prototype shows up in bed, turning a threesome into a foursome, Ashleigh's pleasure slips sideways into a strange inner world where sensuality turns to uncertainty.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSelbryth Lannigan
    Release dateJun 8, 2020
    ISBN9780463132227
    Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Twelve
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    Selbryth Lannigan

    I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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      Ashleigh's Adventures - Selbryth Lannigan

      Notice of Copyright

      Copyright 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      Printed in the United States of America

      First Printing, 2020

      Disclaimer

      This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

      Ashleigh's Adventures

      Part Twelve

      Ashleigh's Adventures - Part Twelve

      So...Ashleigh Doll's unexpected - and totally excessive - orgasm finally stops and the room seems to fade back in around me. I pull back, let the thing's thing go and I figure I've gone deaf or something because the whole room's silent. I look up, look around, and all these faces are turned to me, every eye just fixated - including Norm's. They're looking at me with all the same expressions on their faces, like Wow, she's gone mental, and I'm thinking yah I probably am mental.

      But then Norm's there, touching my shoulder, helping me up. The room's still deathly silent, and as Norm escorts me back to the chair I'd been sitting on, he's just like totally scared-looking.

      Are...are you okay? he whispers. I nod, because I feel pretty okay. I swallow some leftover Cyber-Cum and take a breath.

      Yups, I tell him, trying to wipe the fake cum off my face with my sleeve. There's just too much though, so I stop and look around at all the concerned faces. Sorry everybody, I say to them all, "I...I, just hate it when a girl - or anyone - is alone when they...you know, come; nobody should be alone at a time like that...."

      Weird, but several of the girl-techs nod to themselves, then drop their eyes and turn away. One or two of the guy-techs do the same. One guy and one gal are just starting to grin at me though; the girl being the one who'd done the separate scans of my feet, and the guy being one of the ones who'd been right up close to the monitor the day they got the final version of my hard-on.

      But then someone's pushing a towel into my hands and I'm mopping my face up, blowing my nose (goo had gushed up my nostrils at one point), smacking my lips and running my tongue around them. I finally realize what I'm tasting, and it's...sorta cherry-vanilla flavor, or like a Dr Pepper vanilla ice-cream float or something - except warm.

      And then, out of nowhere, someone's clapping. I look up and Lorna has her electronic clip-board tucked under one arm, clapping her hands together. She has this Very nicely done, little lady expression on her face, and as she goes on clapping, it's picked up by everyone else. Pretty soon everyone's clapping and smiling appreciatively at me, and I'm nodding, feeling my face getting all hot and bothered and stuff, until Norm rescues me by helping to my feet and walking me out the doors.

      He has an arm over my shoulders as we walk down the hall, making sure I don't collapse or anything, but...I don't feel weak or in need of support. It's nice that he's there though; nice that he's not yacking away or asking a lot questions. We're strolling along - just to stroll - and I take a breath and try not to think of the sorta embarrassing thing I've just done, you know?

      In front of all those people...

      Norm and me finally make it to that little garden place where our chemistry had, you know, started bubbling. We sit, stare out through the windows at the lake. It's just silence and calmness and peace, and it helps because I'm still trying to collect my thoughts.

      At least the fake jiz stuff has dried though. Doesn't leave any residue that I can see or feel, and that's a good thing because I really got myself hosed down good before I finally got my mouth around its - her - thing.

      Her...

      Ashleigh: Robo-Slut.

      Then I hear Norm take a breath, hear him sigh deeply, and look over at him.

      "Are you okay, Normie? I ask. I mean, that must've freaked everybody out, right? I should go apologize again. I should go right back there, right now and--"

      --He gently catches my wrist as I start to stand, and I stop and look down at him.

      "It...was rather surprising, I give you that." he says, and I sit back down and lean into him a little. I mean, I am feeling real guilty now that my brain is working again; guilty and really stupid. But...

      I glance over and he has that look on his face again, like this morning in bed. Total scrutiny. Then he blinks and looks off. But... he begins again, I don't believe there were many who weren't affected by what they witnessed, myself especially. Yes, it was unexpected and...weird, as you say, but it was also...incredibly arousing.

      "What? Me sucking my own thing? Well...a model of my own thing?"

      I think that if you simply slurped soda through a straw, people would find it arousing.

      Aw, c'mon now, Normie.

      Which...sort of brings me to another point. he says, and then he clears his throat: The uh, next step in the project is to...fine-tune the unit's response network. Not everything has been installed yet - that penile actuator had been integrated without my knowing, I suppose as a nice surprise for me by my colleagues - but when the rest of the network is installed and tested, it will still need programming.

      I'm blinking, grinning, totally waiting for some sort of English to be spoken.

      And...? I finally say, because Norm's eyes are no longer focused on me, but on some inner cybernetic world somewhere.

      Oh, yes, sorry. he says all of a sudden. "Yes, programming. See, we have several subjects - uh, people - who will be wired up - wirelessly of course - and...interact with the Ashleigh Doll. Their actions and reactions, responses and so on, will be recorded and eventually averaged and integrated into the final version."

      I'm staring. My mind had gotten stuck on only one part of what he'd just said, and the only thing I can think of is--

      --Ashleigh Doll? I blurt out. "Is that what you're going to call it? I mean her - I mean...really...?"

      "Better than: 'Pert Transgender Female, Yoga-Physique, Model 00-03-1312-Full Response,' don't you think?"

      I...nod. Okay, good point. I say. "Way easier to say. But...pert?" I can see that Norm wants to continue so I wave my own question aside.

      And so, he goes on, "The subjects - at first, the more traditional male-female combinations - basically, you know, fuck...and the female's responses and actions and movements are uploaded into the Doll's main database as a baseline from which to work. Then the male's responses and actions and movements are integrated because, well, we'll have to have some...male qualities...for certain situations, involving certain types of clientele.

      "The purely female version of the Ashleigh Doll will be simpler of course, mimicking the way you normally are in real life, which is quite feminine as everyone agrees. It'll have a vagina, an actuated clitoris - which we'll model after one of the female subjects - but the responses will be so similar to the transgender model that it will be easier to simply re-purpose the data already acquired from the female test subjects without adding the males'.

      "For the hermaphroditic version - the, uh...Ashleigh-Futanari - all data will be blended together pretty much equally, though we're still not certain about including a clitoris with the penis. Seems a bit belts and braces don't you think?"

      I figure it's time to nod, so I do.

      That's my opinion as well. he says. But it's all about the response of the Doll. Trying to average out all the tactile responses from - I think it's eight subjects - will take a long time. The amount of data is.... Norm pauses, looks up towards ceiling and waves his hands, trying to capture some word or idea."

      ...astronomical? I suggest, and the slaps his hands together and nods.

      Yes! he says, making me jump a little. Everyone's different, every woman is different in the intensity of sexual output given the varying levels of erogenous input. To blend the collected data into a realistic, unrepetitive, autonomous response model would take nearly a year by our estimates. Maybe more.

      Yah, I say. Really complex stuff, looks like. But now Norm's looking at me with this slightly different thought behind his eyes. I can almost imagine what that thought is, can almost hear it being whispered into my mind. It's a single word, really, but with Norman there can be so much attached to it.

      The word is However.

      If what he's thinking is what it looks like he's thinking, then whoa, you know?.

      Weird; totally.

      But...sort of

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