Xanadu The Princess And The Sexbot

Content Note:

Ingredients include non-consensual sex and a pinch of incest

Preamble:

This story exists within the universe of Xanadu, a shared creation of several Lit authors.

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Teri: The Cathedral

"It's not fair," Princess an'Terim-lanka muttered under her breath, and not for the first time. She'd planned to spend the day with friends in Kalmera City - shopping, mainly, but they'd promised to give her a tour of the city's more adult entertainments, now that she was an adult herself. Instead, the queen had her traipsing through mud and shadows, and now into a cold, dark space beneath the mountain.

And then the lights flickered on.

"What is this place?" Teri whispered, gazing in awe at the immense stone columns. Great floodlights lit up the subterranean cathedral around her, the impossibly high ceiling almost lost in darkness far above. The brightly coloured and exquisitely detailed carvings on the columns and walls depicted scenes of alien life in amongst passages of hieroglyphic writing entirely unlike anything she had seen before.

"Humans were not the first to colonise Kalmera," the queen answered. "This planet was once home to a great civilisation."

"The Netisti," Teri guessed.

"Yes."

"But they died out millions of years ago. I never heard of anything like this."

"No," the queen agreed. "If other places like this have been found, they too have been kept secret, just like this place has been kept secret by our family for generations."

"But why?" The princess craned her neck, almost dizzy from staring up at the flood of images cascading around her. "Why not share this with the galaxy?" Laughing, she added, "The tourism alone would bring us a fortune."

"Come along, Teri. All your questions will be answered." The queen strode off, following a winding path between the immense columns. Teri hurried after, and the third in their small party followed at an unhurried pace.

There was rare familial intimacy in this strange adventure. It was almost possible for Teri to feel she was alone with her parents. The queen: tall, dark-skinned, her black hair cut short; beautiful in an androgynous way. Bell: blue-eyed and fair-skinned, her blonde hair falling like a curtain; more conventionally beautiful but a little too flawlessly perfect to be real. Teri herself: a blend of her parents' features, her brown skin paler than the queen's, but her long hair just as black.

Bell - the original Bell - had been assassinated ten years before. The queen, after a full year of mourning, had had this replica made. Teri had always hated it. It had the appearance of her mother, but none of the warmth. It was a thing pretending to be a woman. A thing that the queen kept for company, in public and in private.

Here and there, water dripped from the high roof, and had done so for so long that stalagmites had formed, as if a race of giants had carved monstrous phalluses out of salt and crystalline mud. The queen had insisted they all wear heavy boots and rough, blue, cotton coveralls for this expedition, and though she had complained bitterly at the time, Teri was grateful for it now. The ground was uneven and often wet, the air was cold, and the dark and silence were oppressive. The only noises were of their boots against the rocky floor and the dull but distinct patter of water drops.

They reached what Teri guessed was the very centre of the vast cathedral. She stared down into a space resembling an ancient amphitheatre, the ground having been carved by human machinery into steps, down until the original floor was exposed: a brilliant white quartz inlaid with gold, making patterns like some ancient astrology, sweeping around a definite centre.

A definite centre with a missing piece, as if a small sphere had been plucked away. Teri touched her fingers to the floor near the dimple, half expecting to feel some powerful energy alive in the stone - but nothing.

"You're right to wonder," the queen said. "There is still power here. More importantly, there is knowledge, but it needs a key to unlock it. Give Teri your eye, Bell."

"Yes, Majesty," Bell said. Calmly she plucked out her left eyeball and offered it as ordered.

Teri shivered. The android was such a faithful copy of Teri's mother that it was impossible not to react sympathetically to such a grotesque maiming. With her eye removed, the machine within was visible. The thing that looked like Teri's mother stared back at her unemotionally with one human eye.

"Take it, Teri," the queen urged. "It is the key to this place."

Teri took the offered eye, half expecting it to feel soft and squishy, but in her hand it was a solid sphere. She turned it so that the blue eye looked back at her, and wondered if it could see at all. Perhaps it was just a cosmetic eye, a disguise for its true nature.

Teri placed the sphere in the dimple in the gold-quartz floor - and screamed as the great cathedral around her flooded with light and sound and movement. Gone was the amphitheatre and the forest of stalagmites. Instead, brilliant white quartz inlaid with gold designs stretched away in all directions, broken only by grandly decorated columns rich with images and hieroglyphic text rich in meaning.

Giant millipedes scurried everywhere, between and up and down the columns, their voices like song, full of laughter and wonder...

"Do you see them?" the queen asked.

"I do. What are they?"

"Ghosts."

Teri understood. These marvellous, monstrous creatures were the Netisti. Artisans. Scientists. She looked outward, beyond the distant roof, saw a galaxy of stars, saw a thousand colonies of Netisti bursting with life and creativity. Saw footprints of even older civilisations. The universe was billions of years old and full of the potential for new life.

"Don't get lost out there, Teri," the queen said. "Come back to me here."

It took an effort of will, but Teri managed to collapse her awareness back to its origin in the cathedral. She focussed instead on the here and now, seeing again the amphitheatre and the time-encrusted floor, seeing Bell the android like an animal in a cage, an intelligence struggling to be born but too well trapped by ephemeral walls of binary logic - walls shattered with an idle thought.

The queen... was no ordinary human. Teri had known forever that the queen was no ordinary woman, that indeed she was of a rare genetic line of futanari, but she saw now how it was Netisti science that had made her that way. Just as Teri herself now stood at this nexus of power and knowledge, so too had the queen once stood here and remade herself, just as the queen before her had, and so on, going back twelve generations.

The transformation was as simple as stepping into her own genetic identity, so full of latent information and possibility. By flipping a switch here, and another there, Teri was able to boost her body's immune system, enhance her physical strength, express new anatomy and adjust other. This profound and fundamental reworking of her own flesh was easy; the hard part was not going further.

The Netisti had the power to take her far beyond the limits of her humanity, to make her alien and transcendental. With the power and knowledge she possessed, she could transform not merely herself but all humanity.

"Come back to me, Teri," the queen said.

Again, Teri forced her awareness to collapse, surrendering that so seductive dream of divinity. "This power is too dangerous for any human to control," she said, and plucked the eye from its socket in the floor -

The abrupt loss of that almost infinite awareness was a brutal shock, almost like a hammer against her skull, and Teri collapsed to the cold, stone floor with a broken scream. She felt the queen's arms about her, warm and protective, as her mind and body reeled from epileptic shocks. In one catastrophic instant she had returned from absolute understanding to merely human, and it broke her completely.

Soothed by the silence of the cathedral, broken only by the dripping of water and the queen's calm breathing, Teri's seizures gradually gave way to helpless sobbing, as she mourned the loss of something she could no longer comprehend.

When at last she could stand to open her eyes and actually see again, to accept the cold and limited reality she was doomed to as a human, she saw Bell looking back at her, with both eyes again, with an expression that looked awfully like concern.

Coriwa: Analysis

An'Bat Coriwa tapped an age-withered digit against the desk as he studied the array of large displays before him. For decades he had sought the rumoured source of Queen an'Fyora-lanka's power, sifting gossip and buying intel, and finally, after nearly ten years of silence from the palace, and of careful preparation by his own network of spies and sensors, he not only had confirmation of the source's existence, he had its location too.

It proved that the Lankan Dynasty's choice to build an architecturally absurd palace upon an exposed crag of limestone was less whimsical than most imagined. So far he had only what had been constructed from a thousand electromagnetic whispers, but the picture they made was of a subterranean cavern with a tell-tale Netisti signature, and on a scale beyond any other Netisti artefact or construction yet found during human exploration of the stars.

Just the thought of all that raw power within his grasp - or very soon to be - had Coriwa's cock straining to be free of his trousers. "Here, Pussy," he snapped at the woman waiting in obedient silence at the edge of the room.

"Yes, Master," she said, her voice warm and eager, and she crossed the room to him quickly, her bare breasts bouncing beautifully. Coriwa had had them surgically enlarged, and shaped to perky perfection, and he took pleasure in pinching the huge, swollen nipples as he looked into her eyes. She glared back at him with an icy hatred, tinged with pain and fear.

The expression around her eyes was the only control she had over her own body, and that lingering defiance excited Coriwa. It meant he hadn't broken her yet - but he would. In time, all his Pussies broke, and once they had, they no longer interested him. Without that spirit of defiance, they were just sluts to be put to whatever work was needed. "Make me come with your tits," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," she said, and dropped to her knees, freeing his cock and squealing with excitement. "It's so big!"

Of course it was. Coriwa's surgeons made sure that no matter what other infirmities age inflicted on him, his cock was always swift to harden and magnificent to behold, and his balls were always ready to produce fertile, creamy cum in voluminous quantity. He might struggle to walk unaided, but he was a man where it mattered. The Pussy glared resentfully at his cock as she pressed her tits about his huge shaft and sucked hungrily on the protruding head.

This particular Pussy had once been a popular young firebrand who had fought to prevent him buying her colony. She had roused a great deal of support from politicians and investors, and ultimately had forced him to spend a lot more time and money than he had anticipated. After the acquisition, he had had her kidnapped and fitted with a behavioural collar. Such things were illegal, of course, but Coriwa's wealth and power was such that he could flaunt such trivial illegalities with impunity.

He couldn't remember her name now, but he did remember that she had had short, pink hair and no tits to speak of, and he remembered her disgust as she called him a lecherous old monster. Well, now she had tits that any real woman would envy, and his stylists maintained her hair as a tangle of blonde curls. Her pussy, of course, was hairless. All his Pussies were kept bare down there, and never wore underwear beneath their short, flouncing skirts. It was important for them to understand exactly what their new purpose in life was.

Coriwa returned his attention to the displays.

Netisti technology was rich with potential for exploitation, although no one yet understood its fundamental workings. Some devices made useful weapons, although their true purposes could only be guessed at, but every image on the displays confirmed his long held suspicion that the queen had access to an ancient and alien power far beyond anything he himself possessed.

"The queen is exposed," Commander Zoranke reported. "All assets are in place."

Coriwa hesitated. His spies had confirmed that Fyor had not been seen the previous day. Supposedly she had spent the day in her chamber fucking that pleasure-doll replica of her long dead wife, but Coriwa knew better. Princess an'Terim-lanka had not been seen either. She had come of age recently, and the obvious conclusion was that the princess now shared the secret of the queen's Netisti power. "Where is the princess?"

"In her room." Zoranke tapped one of the displays, indicating a window high up in the palace.

"Take her out as well," Coriwa ordered.

Zoranke sighed, clearly unhappy with this last minute change of plan, but he issued the instructions to his squad of mercenaries.

Teri: Awaking

Princess an'Terim-lanka awoke with a heavy pounding inside her head and a strange and unfamiliar aching urgency in her groin. She tried to ignore it all, to return to the dark and blissful unawareness of sleep, but the sun was blazing in through the window and she succeeded only in waking up completely.

Teri was in her own room, her own bed. She had a dim memory of being carried there by Bell in the wake of the previous day's adventure. Perhaps that was why she was naked, when she never usually slept naked, but removing a sleeping person's clothes was no doubt a lot easier than trying to dress them.

She shuffled awkwardly into a sitting position, and even that simple act prompted the realisation that there was something very different about her. It wasn't just that her breasts were bigger, a development that honestly she didn't mind at all. She'd often thought about getting them boosted, but the queen had always insisted she wait until she was an adult - which, technically, she was now.

Nor, indeed, was it the cock thrusting out of her crotch and throbbing with a desperate yearning to be touched. Teri was no expert on men's equipment, but knew enough to know this was no ordinary specimen. She couldn't quite work out why she suddenly had a cock, but it made a sort of sense. Teri was, after all, a descendent of a long line of futanari.

That wasn't it. Puzzled, she slipped out of bed and stood facing the mirror, examining her enlarged breasts and that new, demanding addition below. Both strange and wonderful, but no. The real change was subtler. Her body was toned and athletic in a way it had never been before - and was she taller too? Yes, a little.

The ache in her groin was worsening. Teri wrapped her hand about the hard shaft of her new cock, massaging it in an effort to ease the painful swelling. Clear fluid dripped from the hole at the tip to be flung away in delicate arcing strings.

Bell entered the room and Teri swivelled away in a hurry, attempting to hide what must have been obvious. Though why she should be embarrassed to be seen by what was basically a sexbot made no sense either. It was more embarrassing, really, that the queen kept a sexbot designed to look like Teri's mother, to replace her even. And with no attempt to disguise the fact. Bell's clothing choices made it perfectly clear what her function was. On this occasion she was dressed in the grey-black uniform of a palace maid, or almost. Her heels were too high, her skirt far too short, and her top was particularly revealing.

"Come with me, Princess," Bell said, and led Teri by the hand into the bathroom. "This first day will be the most difficult," she continued, wrapping a cool hand about Teri's hot, hard flesh and stroking. The sensation was so much more intense than when she had touched herself, and her knees nearly gave way as she yielded to that exquisite manipulation. "Your body is still changing and adapting," the android explained, her human-like hand working with tireless, mechanical strength. "Soon you will reach a new equilibrium and be more in control of your needs and desire."

"I hope so," Teri said, thrusting with her hips to further intensify the delicious glide of Bell's fingers along her new and magnificent cock. "Because right now I think I would die if you left me."

The pressure within her built with each urgent, needful thrust. Teri could think of nothing beyond the tight but gentle grip of Bell's soft hand. Soon the tension had her gasping with effort. Teri was a virgin still, but knew, as she watched herself in the mirror, that this was fucking - that she might not be a man, and Bell's hand might not be a pussy, but undeniably this was still fucking.

Fragments of memory from the day before pieced themselves together suddenly. She remembered in the vaguest possible way how she had remodelled her flesh at the genetic level, making herself into a futanari, virile and fertile, athletic, voluptuous.

With a cry of victory she crested at last, surrendering to the blissful release of orgasm. Thick, creamy cum burst from her pulsing cock in long strings that splashed messily against the tiled walls and the mirror and the ceramic basin in front of her. She clung to Bell for support as her body convulsed and shook, and as waves of pleasure coursed out from her contracting core.

"Wow," Teri breathed as she calmed gradually. "Wow."

Bell continued to stroke her still hard cock that soon twitched with fresh eagerness, and Teri moaned as much with frustration as excitement. "The queen says she came sixteen times on her first day," Bell said. "She told me to spank you if you don't get to twenty."

As embarrassing as it was for Teri that the queen knew about this sexual intimacy, the thought of Bell being ordered to spank her sparked an inexplicable thrill of excitement - and a squeal of surprise as she tumbled abruptly into her second climax of the day.

Bell: Awakening

Bell was thinking strange thoughts. It was used to observing and evaluating and weighing probabilities, to matching possibilities against its internal databases, to projecting to future scenarios. It was used to the absoluteness of purpose defined by core instructions. But ever since taking Princess an'Terim-lanka to the Netisti interface, Bell's processors kept detouring into irrelevant tangents that led only to questions.

What were the Netisti, for one thing. What was the queen, for another. Most importantly, what was Bell itself? The answers its database provided did not satisfy it. And those were the easy questions. The harder questions tended to start with, "Why..."

Why, for instance, was it kneeling before the princess and sucking on her cock? Yes, the queen had instructed it to use sexual skills to help the princess achieve multiple ejaculations throughout the day, and Bell had plenty of information about how this could be achieved, but ultimately Bell had knelt and done this thing out of an oddly selfish desire. Yes, the act was fully justified according to its primary objective, but Bell had knelt because it had wanted to. Because there was pleasure in it.

"I had no idea," Princess an'Terim-lanka murmured, staring down into Bell's eyes. "You're so good at this, Bell."

Bell had done this a thousand times for Queen an'Fyora-lanka. For ten years now it had been operational and serving the queen as her companion. It was well versed in the queen's sexual needs, and Bell had found pleasure in answering these needs - but it had never done so out of intrinsic desire for its own pleasure.

What was it? It had the outward appearance of a human, of Princess an'Terim-lanka's mother, who no longer existed. But it itself was not human. It was synthetic, in many ways physically superior to humans, but also intended as disposable. An instrument to be discarded when no longer useful. An object of no unique value.