NOTE: I realize there are some rather impossible things described in this story. It's strictly fantasy, not meant to be taken seriously. Just try to enjoy it and ignore these things.
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"Oh, Stanley!" Yvette's perfectly modulated voice pleaded from within the laboratory door. "I want you. I need you. I love you so. Please come back to me."
Stanley Sprocket hoped the door would hold, because the prototype Loving Doll on the other side was probably strong enough to break it down if she tried hard enough. He had made her arms and legs and most of the rest of her skeleton from sturdy steel pipes, covered with lifelike silicone, because he wanted the robot sex toy to be able to stand up to rough and heavy use.
Yvette was just the latest in a series of inventions by Stanley and, until a few minutes earlier, she showed every promise of being his most successful. The inspiration for her had been a visit to a local porn shop, where they had on display artificial women, known as "Angels of Love," or some other hokey name. Although he was horny, as usual, Stanley was strictly turned off by their weird appearance. He was actually repelled by their beige plastic skin, their round, red mouths that would always be open, and their inhuman appearance in general.
"Who would ever want to fuck something like that," he asked himself. "I'd a lot rather go on line to Literotica and read stories by Boxlicker101 or Princess Erin and jack off."
That was something he was rather used to doing. Stanley had always been tall and awkward with a pimply face and thick eyeglasses. He looked like a nerd, and that's what he was, with a deep interest in doing things with computers and other electronic devices. Such an appearance and such preoccupation are anathema to women, especially since he had never been able to accomplish anything that paid off, and lived practically hand to mouth. He wanted to be rich and have all the hot pussy he wanted but, up until then, all he had for sure was his right hand.
He was aware there were other men in that same circumstance -- too shy to ever approach women with any hope of acceptance and too geeky and broke to be approached by them. Such men either patronized hookers or masturbated, which were also Stanley's means of sexual gratification, if it could be called that. The former was expensive and risky in at least a couple of ways and the latter was extremely unsatisfying. "Mistresses of Love" or similar phony women would be a third, and even less satisfying way.
"Still," Stanley told himself, "dolls like them could be a viable alternative. If they were more lifelike and if they could somehow be made to respond to the man using them, they could actually be an adequate replacement for real women. They would certainly be a lot more fun for a man than having to use his hand."
Whatever his failings, and he had them, Stanley was intelligent and highly knowledgeable about computers and related fields. He also realized that his likelihood of creating an attractive and sexy artificial woman was better than that of any other person that he knew of.
"Find a need and fill it," was the formula for an inventor to become rich, and Stanley believed he had identified that need. Now, he had to find a way to fill it. He came up with the name "Loving Dolls" and that was what he would call his artificial women while he was designing and assembling a working model.
He decided to make the prototype white with blue eyes and blonde hair, which he knew was considered by some to be the feminine ideal, although production models could be made to order. Characteristics such as race, hair color, etc. would be whatever a customer preferred. He also decided that Yvette, which was the name he gave the prototype because it sounded sexy, would be five feet, four inches tall and have 36 inch breasts and hips and a 24 inch waist. Buyers would be free to order taller or shorter models, or Loving Dolls who were more voluptuous or less, as they preferred. They would be expensive but worth it for those who could afford them.
After drawing up the very complicated blueprints, the first thing he did was to build a framework of jointed steel pipes, hollow for less weight but strong enough to stand up to being handled roughly. He expected that some Loving Dolls would be used by men who wanted rough sex, and they would be thrown around and otherwise abused. He also couldn't help thinking his dolls would be perfect replacements for prostitutes -- legal, with no possibility of STDs or AIDS, and no thuggish pimps to assault unlucky customers. Loving Dolls who were bought for that purpose would certainly get heavy use, and would need to be put together as sturdily as possible.
Yvette's neck included a hinge, rather than being a ball and socket joint, because her head would have to move back and forth when she was giving a blow job, but could otherwise be stationary. Her elbows and knees and hips and shoulders and ankles contained pulleys with attached nylon cords that would be fully controlled by the Central Processing Unit. Stanley placed that command center inside her chest, so it could be cushioned by her soft breasts and otherwise protected by her ribs and her steel spine.
The robot's toes were separated into individual units, but the joints were not functional, nor were all the finger joints. The Loving Dolls would always be lying down or on their knees when in use, and there would be no need for them to be able to walk with any grace or speed, nor would they ever need to hold tightly to anything.