Chapter 2: Feedtime
Victoria rubbed her arms as if fighting off a chill as the car sped through the dark streets. She shifted nervously and tugged at the collar of the tight t-shirt she wore. She turned and stared at Katja for a moment, the blurted, "I feel itchy on the inside and this shirt is making my nipples sore."
Katja glanced over with an amused smile. "You'll get used to the clothes. These humans won't go out in public without covering most of their bodies in cloth. We must do as they do to blend in." Katja reached over and pulled Victoria's hand away as she began to scratch at her arm. "That won't help," she said in a stern, motherly voice. "Your cells are incomplete. Access your data files. You need male genetic material to stabilize them. You're brand new, so we need to feed you soon, before you begin to break down."
Victoria stares out straight ahead, her eyes tracking the street lights as they zoom past. Katja drives on through an industrial section of the city. She knows Victoria's sudden silence is an intensive data scan. Victoria snaps back to attention and turns to Katja terrified. "Break down is horrible!" she cries. "I need to suck cock! I need to get fucked! I need to consume copious amounts of semen and I need to do it NOW!
Katja can't help but laugh at Victoria's panic. It's part of the birth process. New constructs are booted with a wealth of memories, knowledge and skills, but the biological systems have no reference points. It takes a few hours, maybe even days, for the construct to fit what they know into a meaningful framework. Katja pats Victoria's thigh smiling at the horrified look she's getting. "Relax. You're not going to break down any time soon. It takes days for that to happen. We're going to get you some men right now. You'll be fine."
They rode in silence past warehouses and factories. The streets were almost deserted. The area had a lonely, neglected feel. Finally, Katja pulled the car to a stop in front of a low, cinderblock building. Neon signs glowed in the too small windows. A rusted metal sign over the door read Tiny's Taproom. Katja turned to Victoria saying, "The men who come to this place don't spend much time with women. They drink beer instead of having sex. It makes them unsocialized, but they have lots of semen stored up. This will be a good place to get you loaded."
Katja lead the way into the bar. Inside, they saw two men sitting at the bar, a scattering of old, Formica topped tables with beat up wooden chairs worn pool table. The men at the bar stared. They didn't know what to make of what they were seeing. Tall, leggy blonds in a skintight red dresses and busty brunettes in tight t-shirts and miniskirts just do not walk into Tiny's. It's not that sort of place.
The constructs walked to the bar. Katja ordered beers and the men stared. "Do you like my t-shirt?" Victoria asked affecting a bubbly, air headed persona. "I see you can't stop looking at it." She pushed out her chest, practically shoving her large tits at the young barfly.
"Just do me?" the barfly slurred reading the large, block lettering on Victoria's shirt.
"Would you?" Victoria giggled. "I never thought you'd ask!"
Victoria grabbed the young dude's hand and pulled him off his stool. She dragged him off to the back of the room, heading for a door marked MEN. "Is this where they keep the rest of them?" she asked pulling the guy in after her. "It is!" she shouted with glee when she saw another man standing at the urinal. "I get two and he's ready for me!"
Victoria hurried over to the urinals and dropped to her knees. She reached over and grabbed the older man's cock while he was still peeing. "Can I taste?" she asked pulling the pissing cock to her lips. The last few drops of piss hit her lips and fell on her shirt. Victoria licked her lips and murmured, "appetizer." She then jammed the cock into her mouth and began sucking the dick like her life depended on it. The guy stumbled back against the wall as Victoria face fucked herself on the stranger's massive dick. She felt rough hands slipping under her shirt and grabbing her tits. She felt the young guy's cock rubbing against her back as he groped her from behind.
Victoria stopped sucking the pisser and demanded that the young guy get his cock where she could see it. Victoria squealed with delight, looking at the two big cocks in front of her. She stroked both, one in each hand. She stuck the young guys cock in her mouth and furiously throat fucked it. Then she went back to sucking the pisser's cock. Then she pulled the two men closer together and, against their protests, tried to suck both cocks at once. She got both cockheads in her mouth, but she couldn't get any more. "Rats," she cried spitting them out. "They won't fit at the same time. We have to do something else."
"Get on your back, slut," slurred the barfly. "Let me fuck you."
"Oh, that sounds good!" Victoria purred. "She shimmied out of her skirt and plopped down on the dirty tile floor. She wasn't wearing panties. She spread her legs and tugged the older guy's pant leg. "Get down here and let me suck!"
