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The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story

Part 3

THE MELINDA 109 PART 3

THE MELINDA 109 PART 3

Idell pulled up to the corner in his elderly Nissan Sentra. Where was Jessamyn? She looked so different now.

Idell Grooms, a black scholarship student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology had fallen in love with the shy, homely girl he'd met playing Dungeons & Dragons at the Youth Mensa Club.

 

Five years later, just before the wedding, the accident had happened, and Jess had gone into a coma.

 

 Idell had thought he'd lost love forever--until one day a tall blonde android had knocked at his door--it was bizarre! Jessamyn's mind in a gorgeous artificial body!

 

"I still want to marry you, Idell, but we have to be careful...Jonathan, my brother doesn't know that the brain he put in this body still has the memory, and he could eradicate my memory in one of his tune-ups."

They would have to run away--and not today! So Idell waited.

 

A block away, Melinda 109 walked briskly to meet her old boyfriend. God, Idell was more of a man than any of these pathetic sadomasochists she'd had to deal with, her brain trapped in a robot's body.

 

 She remembered when Idell had proposed to her, they'd both been counselors at a computer camp, and as the little geeks had been playing with their calculators around the campfire, he'd looked in her eyes and she'd melted.

 

And then the accident had come, her own fault, too many beers behind the wheel, and the coma, and then being rebuilt into a dominant android! Too weird to be believed!

 

 

Before Melinda 109 left the house for the last time,she'd tied poor Webb down...it had been one helluva day...actually 45 helluva days. In the six weeks that Melinda had been with Webb, she'd whipped him, beaten him, tortured him, and rubbed him with hot peppers.

 

In Webb’s second week, Melinda had had a technician come in and install ten day old rotting dead trout in her "vagina", and when Webb came home, she'd ordered him to give her a long, long, lick job....

 

Also in the second week, Melinda had invited Drayton Geisbuhler, the newspaper editor and poker buddy of Webb over, and she'd enjoyed fucking and sucking Drayton (using her own soft mouth) while making poor Webb watch while bound and being butt-fucked by Myron and Plato, who visited from the Little Shop.

 

Later, Drayton and Myron had inserted chili peppers into poor Webb's anus, opening it up a bit for the ball bearings and bowling pins that were to follow. "My God, Webb now has the asshole of a young punk at New Hampshire North Correctional" Drayton observed. They also proved

for the record that indeed a Phillips screwdriver could be inserted in the urethra of Webb's penis.

  

But tonight she'd put Webb through the Cranium. Telling Webb that she was going to give him a blowjob for his good efforts to be a slave boy, Melinda had bound him and blindfolded him, and then wheeled the Cranium, (delivered by Myron and Byron that morning) to the bed.

 

The Cranium was a large, grayish steel box, with a pair of lips in the middle. The box was supported by a crane and connected with a pipe to another larger steel box (on wheels) that sat on the floor.

 

"Now I'm going to give you a three hour blowjob, darling...and I don't want you to try to move away, because it's not going to be possible!" Melinda said.

 

Webb, bound and blindfolded, completely ignorant of the Cranium, smiled happily.

 

Melinda pulled a lever, and the Cranium bent over and the lips on the box grabbed Webb's penis and began slurping him softly. "Oh, Miss Melinda, how wonderful this feels" Webb said, and lay back, enjoying himself.

 

Melinda smiled, and left the room.

 

 Before she walked out of Webb's house, she heard his first scream of anguish, and grinned even wider.

 

Ingeniously, the Cranium's lower box, the one on wheels, had several insect-friendly compartments, as well as a small aquarium.

 

 Webb could not even hear it, when the pipe connecting the Cranium and the lower box sucked the contents of the insect-friendly compartments into the roomy inside of the Cranium.

 

First the Cranium pushed out a rubber and felt Tongue, with little vibrating buttons attached. Webb felt it humming slowly for about thirty seconds, running up and down Webb’s hard cock.

 

The sides of the Cranium had squirted lubricant, which made Webb’s cock hard and greasy.

 

One vibrating button found Webb’s frenum and began buzzing against it faster and faster. Webb moaned and tried to push his dick harder against the vibrating button.

 

Then the button stopped vibrating suddenly. For about fifteen seconds it stopped before buzzing slowly again, and Webb began moaning and his dick felt the massage of the tiny button.

 

The button vibrated faster and faster, and Webb felt as if the Tongue was getting bigger and bigger around his cock.

 

Then the button went down a bit, and began pulsing, up and down and over the frenum.

 

The stimulation was slower and gradually growing. Melinda had left the program on the Cranium to massage on and off for nearly forty-five minutes.

 

Five minutes off, five minutes at a medium speed, then three minutes off, and then five minutes on an intense speed, but not so intense so that Webb could have cum.

 

At one point, as Webb rubbed against the Cranium Tongue, the Tongue pulled back and a Sandpaper Tongue shot out and rubbed furiously over Webb’s cock so that he screamed in pain, but then the soothing Vibrating Tongue returned.

 

Webb tried everything to cum, raising his hips, moving around, but the bonds were too tight, and of course the blindfold was on, otherwise Webb might well have lost his erection if he’d seen the ugly gray box (with lips) that was sucking him.

 

 

Then Webb had felt the Tongue receding and his penis being squirted by some more inner juice as the Cranium sucked him...he assumed it was Melinda 109's saliva, though of course robot's don't make saliva.

 

Actually, his penis was being doused in Lickum (trademark), an invention of Professor Jonathan Tamuleviches.

 

Lickum (trademark) was a combination of sugar water, honey and some other congealed sweets, and as the inhabitants of the insect-friendly compartments entered the Cranium, they discovered to their joy, that there was some sort of meaty hotdog thing that was nutritious AND sweet, and that they were in an insect Oktoberfest!

 

 

 Professor Jonathan and his family had gone on a trip to the Australian rainforests and had brought, somewhat surreptitiously, back some emigrants unknown to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Services.

 

 These little fellas had found happy lodgings in Professor Jonathan’s lab, and now in the Cranium, where they were going to get one hell of a good time!

 

Professor Jonathan had also hoped to instill the Australian Irukandji jellyfish, but the Little Shop's legal department had mentioned concerns that the bites might be fatal, so he'd reluctantly held those back.

 

But, even without the Irukandji Jellyfish, there was quite a welcoming committee!

 

The first group were bloodsucking leeches, which normally traveled through water, until they found an unfortunate animal or human to attach their mouth to, before pulling forward and attaching their tail suckers to the fleshy surface. And then they suck blood!

 

When the leeches that were inhabiting the Cranium were sucked through, riding on a thin stream of swamp water, eleven of the twelve that Professor Jonathan had inserted (one died, alas, poor adjustment) landed on Webb’s penis.

 

Then the insects attacked enthusiastically! Following the leeches came spiders, scorpions, centipedes, wasps, hairy caterpillars  fire ants, ticks, with predictable results, as well as some rather exotic Australian juvenile scrub-itch mites that like to attach themselves in skin folds…

 

 

Perhaps the only real problem that these various insects had was that they had to encounter each other (they’d all been in species-specific compartments in the Lower Box…) and that there was so little territory of the meaty, sweet thing to fight over!

 

So the fire ants fought the mites, and so on, and whenever they needed sustenance, they tried to edge by the bloodsucking leeches to get a bite or two from the long pink thing that they’d discovered.

 

To say that Webb was in consternation would be an understatement. What the hell had happened?

 

What could Melinda’s teeth be doing to his poor dick to bring it such intense anguish and pain?

 

Webb howled and screamed, and tried desperately to pull his dick away from what he thought was Melinda 109’s mouth, but it seemed to hold fast.

 

After about five minutes of the insect Oktoberfest, a gallon of iodine shot out of the roof of the Cranium’s mouth, killing all the insects and leeches.

 

This was also quite painful to Webb, but then he felt intense peace, as the biting and chewing ceased.

 

Suddenly the folds of the Cranium’s mouth became even softer, and the sucking became intensely erotic, and once again, Webb was in heaven…oh it felt so good!

 

The Cranium sucked faster and harder until Webb was about to have an orgasm…

 

And then Webb’s penis was once more engulfed in Lickum (trademark) and then a second compartment was opened, and the hornet’s nest inside was suddenly rattled…

 

And UP they went through the pipe to give Webb a bit of action!

 

The stinging was absolutely hellish, but at least there was not a follow-up of further iodine.

 

No, the hornets were soon drowned by water being sucked through the aquarium section of the Lower Box, and the Piranhas that came through the pipe certainly did give Webb perspective to his earlier tortures.

 

Before Webb could die of a heart attack, of course the Piranhas had to die as well, which had made Professor Jonathan Tamulevich sad

 

But on the other hand, though the fish were expensive, and had been prepped on hamburger for some time to get them excited for eating bits of Webb’s penis…

 

$90,000 for the rental of Melinda 109 certainly created a financial atmosphere for purchasing more Piranhas, eh?

 

Melinda had had to make a pit stop to visit several clients upon Soapy's behest, before going to meet Idell...

 

She would be keeping the cash this time..and well deserving it!

 

Her first trip was to a local gymnasium, where her steady weekly client, Carlo Dominguez, waited.

 

It was quiet in Zukoski's Gym when Melinda 109 came in, nodding as she did to Carlo Dominguez, former state bantamweight champion.

 

"Good evening, Carlo." Melinda smiled at the sullen thirty-eight year old trainer, who had once commanded regular purses of one to five thousand dollars per bout. 

 

Before age 19, Carlo had won three National Golden Gloves titles, two AAU championships and the 1975 Pan-American Games crown, as well as winning the WBC Welterweight championship.

 

 He had also had three covers from "Ring" Magazine before he'd retired.

 

 Now, along with a regular salary from the gym, Carlo got a royalty from "Duckin' Dominguez" boxing instruction tapes, which allowed him to hire an hour with the beautiful young Melinda.

 

Melinda 109 had changed in the women's lavatory and was now in a simple but revealing tank top and tight black shorts, complete with fishnet stockings and high heels.

 

 As she was to be boxing, some experts might have advised our android that heels were not the best way to keep one's balance, but Melinda 109 had her own way of doing things.

 

Carlo waved the other men in the gym out, a couple wanted to stay and watch the match, but as "Duckin" Dominguez narrowed his eyes, all the men left quickly.

 

Before Carlo had been a boxing sensation, he'd been a gang lord in the South Bronx, and it was known that he didn't take a lot of shit.

 

"So you ready for me, slut-cake?" Carlo asked with a grin. He came out to the middle of the ring in a crouch. Melinda, who had no protection whatsoever stepped daintily up.

 

“I hope it goes better for you than the last time, Carlo.” Melinda said, with a smile. “Do you mind if I take this off?” Carlo’s eyes goggled as Melinda removed the tank top, revealing her full breasts in a frilly bra.

 

“Well come on, you little slug.” Carlo snarled. He laughed as the diminutive blonde stepped up a bit uncertainly, and jogged in swinging. At first Melinda 109 and Carlo began circling each other.

 

“You’re gettin’ slow, there, Melinda.” Carlo laughed, attempting a jab at Melinda’s chin. Melinda danced away a fraction of an inch too soon, stinging Carlo with a light left to the jaw.

 

Carlo came out again, landing a right against Melinda’s shoulder, and then Melinda landed a left-right, dancing back and then hitting a solid left jab to Carlo’s body.

 

 Carlo pulled back landing a solid right to Melinda’s jaw and a good left jab.

 

“You’ll have to do better than that, Carlo.” Melinda said, and as her eyes lowered, she noticed the all too present erection bulging in Carlo’s red shorts.

 

Melinda danced back, landing a strong uppercut to Carlo’s left eye, causing Carlo to dance back and then punching Melinda’s neck with a straight right jab.

 

Carlo then landed a big right to Melinda’s head and then a left jab.

 

Melinda bounced back against the ropes, and if anyone had seen the five foot seven girl fighting the six foot two boxer, they’d have thought it was curtains, had they not known of Melinda’s makeup.

 

Melinda started in with a good right, Carlo responding with a right hand uppercut to Melinda’s chin.

 

 Carlo landed a big right hand and then a good uppercut, and Melinda fell back. “You see, bitch?” Carlo said happily. “Not that easy, eh?”

 

“What a good sport you are” Melinda 109 said with a smile, and suddenly darted forth. She landed a solid left hook into Carlo’s chest, following it up with a flurry of punches to Carlo’s head and body.

 

Carlo swung at Melinda but she ducked and laughed, and as Carlo was distracted by her swaying breasts, Melinda knocked him down.

 

Carlo lay dazed for a moment, and Melinda lifted her leg and began peeing through her shorts onto his face, until he became enraged.

 

 

Finally Carlo jumped back up and ran at Melinda, taking one on the chin from the slender robot.

 

Suddenly, Carlo elbowed Melinda right in the left breast, a move that would have felled any mortal woman, but Melinda then rattled Carlo with a massive uppercut, then throwing a series of rights and lefts.

 

Within a matter of two minutes into the fight, Carlo’s left eye was developing a mouse.

 

This was not helped when Melinda ripped a double left hook into Carlo’s chest and neck.

 

Melinda moved in toe to toe with Carlo, bobbing, weaving and gradually moving inside.

 

Carlo was now throwing wildly, and Melinda’s blonde curls bounced as she ducked, smiling.

 

Suddenly, she caught Carlo hard in the mid section with a left uppercut, letting to of the left trigger, and catching Carlo right in the mouth with a right hook, then a left, then a right.

 

Melinda 109 moved back, jabbing to keep Carlo from advancing, then moving in again. She slammed Carlo with haymaker in the face, jumping back and taunting Carlo, parrying his jabs.

 

Carlo jabbed at Melinda, she blocked, he jabbed again and missed and she opened up, watching Carlo moving close gritting his teeth, his guard up.

 

 But he was sluggish at this point, and Melinda easily pushed his arms away.

 

Melinda jabbed to Carlo’s head, jabbed to his body, and then uppercutted his right eye. Suddenly as Carlo lunged at Melinda, she jumped forth and kicked him in the balls.

 

“No fair bitch!” Carlo screamed, and Melinda laughed lightly, watching the boxer fall to the floor, weeping bitterly.

 

“Fairness has nothing to do with it…now give me my five hundred dollars before you masturbate please.”

 

But it was too late, Carlo spooged in one hand as he held up the greenbacks with the other!

 

Melinda changed again in the lavatory, and took a cab to her next stop, a nice mansion in one of Concord's wealthier neighborhoods.

 

It would only be a forty-five minute visit...

 

But what a forty-five minutes it was!

 

Inside the mansion, trouble was already brewiug.

 

“You are  always disappointing me!” Mother yelled at Esmeralda. SLAP! The fat girl’s cheek took a heavy whack from her mother’s palm.

 

“I can’t believe what a useless, fat, ugly slob you are.” Mother’s gray bouffant hairdo shook as she lectured her  overweight spinster daughter.

 

 “I just don’t understand it. A thirty-eight year old woman with a M.B.A.

 

Yet, you dress like a ragamuffin, you let the servants bully you, you’re fat, and men think you’re useless, and you’ve not been promoted in that firm you work at. You make me ill!”

 

Mother’s heavy bosom shook. “I have a good mind not to go play bridge tonight after all.”

 

Oh, no. “Mother, you always play bridge on Thursday nights.” Esmie said hurriedly.

 

“You’re always telling me that’s the only night you can get away from me.” Esmie looked at the floor. “Because I make you nauseous. You’ve been telling me that since I was a child.”

 

Esmeralda thought of the time that Mother had kindly given her a cooking lesson, and Esmie dropped rice on the floor, and Mother had made her kneel on the rice for twenty-five minutes, and denied her rice in her meal that night….she was nauseating!

 

“You’re right, Esmeralda, and I am going out to play bridge. You can waste your time as you always do, watching those ridiculous soap operas I must tape for you when you’re at work…you make me ill.”

 

Mother left twenty minutes later, and Esmeralda, still teary,  dismissed the servants in wait for her guest, Melinda 109.

 

“You want me to leave early?” Consuelo, the upstairs maid snarled. “What, you have a boyfriend, Miss Esmeralda, you got to be kidding Consuelo.”

 

The maid laughed harshly with the departing cook, and Esmeralda smiled weakly…

 

Esmie didn’t have the nerve to tell the servants to go to hell, but fortunately they left, after Consuelo blackmailed $50 out of Esmie by threatening to tell Mother about Esmie’s lesbian porn magazines.

 

Finally, though, Esmeralda waited for the doorbell to chime with her visitor’s arrival.

 

And the door chimed! Esmeralda pulled a black turtleneck over her huge bulk, and marched to the door determinedly.

 

 She opened it, and there was Melinda 109, dressed in a button down shirt and plaid schoolgirl skirt and knee socks and Mary Janes.

 

Melinda’s long blond hair was tied in two ponytails on the sides of her head, and she looked abashed.

 

“Why are you so late?” Esmie demanded, gritting her teeth at Melinda 109.  As she stepped closer, Esmeralda dropped twentyfive twenties into Melinda's open purse. Mother always checked Esmie's Visa bills intensely, so cash was the best thing.

 

“ Mindy, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been waiting for you?” Esmie reached out and grabbed Melinda 109 by the shoulder and dragged her into the house.

 

In a small voice, Melinda 109 said “Auntie Esmeralda, I’m sorry, I was late because a teacher wanted to talk to me after school.”

 

WHACK! THWACK! Esmie backhanded Melinda twice, and the android fell to the couch. “P-please Auntie Esmeralda, don’t hurt me, I-uh got a bad grade on a test…”

 

The fat woman grabbed Melinda 109 by the ear and dragged her up again. “Haven’t I told you what I’d do to you if you don’t study?” Melinda 109 looked at the floor, her synthetic lower lip trembling.

 

"Auntie Esmeralda, I'm too old for that...please-please don't--" Esmie slapped her again.

 

"You're a brat, Mindy, and you're good for nothing. You can't clean the house, and your grades are shot! Strip down to your bra and panties, NOW!"

 

Melinda 109 backed off, trembling. "Oh, please, Auntie Esmeralda, don't--" But Esmie was implacable, and she ripped Melinda's shirt off, and dragged down her plaid skirt.

 

Now the robot was in a teenage beige bra and panty set, and Esmie was picking up a cane from Mother's basket, a stout Malacca that Esmie herself had felt on her buttocks many times before becoming an adult.

 

(Actually, Esmeralda had been in graduate school before Mother stopped using the cane).

 

Esmeralda came over to Melinda 109, who was shivering in her bra and panties. The android had not taken off her knee socks or her saddle shoes, and Esmeralda thought "Mindy" was quite hot looking.

 

"Take down your panties, you little bitch." Esmie said between her teeth. Esmie came closer, and Melinda 109, confused, backed off a little bit, and then burst into tears, and pulled her panties down, bending over the couch.

 

"Please d-don't hit me too hard, Auntie Esmeralda, I'm trying to be a good--"

 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Although Melinda 109 did not feel pain, she knew by the third hit at this coded level, she was to begin writhing and screaming at the top of her lungs.

 

Esmie was in heaven, watching the cane hit the full white buttocks. As the impact of the cane hit the foam covered bubbles that comprised Melinda's gluteus maximus, congealed Red Dye No.2 appeared in long welts across Melinda's curves.

 

After Esmie had hit one particularly hard, there were a few drops of simulated "blood".

 

Esmie thought of her shitty day, of her boss yelling at her because reports were late, of her psychoanalyst's disdain...

 

Then the aerobics instructor screaming at her, the guy in the Mercedes behind her who  had called her a "cow" in the traffic jam...

 

And the contemptuous look of the baker when she'd ordered a dozen éclairs...and then of course of Mother's nastiness...Esmie was ready to pass it on!

 

She grabbed Melinda 109's blond scalp and pulled her up, throwing the robot on her back and ripping off the brassiere, which she tossed into the fireplace.

 

For a moment, Esmeralda was arrested by the sight of Melinda's amazing full white breasts...God they were beautiful! "Your boobs are obscene, young lady! Have you been showing them off to the boys?"

 

Esmeralda’s script came from memories of  Mother, who had tortured her daughter like this when Esmie had been an attractive teenager, until the poor girl had gained one hundred fifty extra pounds.

 

The cane came down harshly across Melinda's nipples, and Melinda 109 screamed and howled in agony. WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHACK!

 

Melinda's breasts bounced and heaved as the cane slammed against them again and again, until finally Melinda covered her chest and cowered on the floor, shaking.

 

 As Melinda 109 lay there, she wondered what Esmie would think if she knew the one night that she stayed late after work to go to the psychoanalyst, was the night that Melinda 109 came over to whip and cane Esmeralda’s Mother.

 

After Esmeralda had had her cunt licked by "Mindy" she'd dismissed the android, and Melinda 109 briskly changed clothes, left Esmeralda’s house and continued the walk to meet Idell...the love of her life!

 

These were her final appointments, and they were over, and Soapy had sent her power packs and a generator to re-power them to Idell’s house.

 

Professor Jonathan would be getting a letter explaining Melinda/Jessamyn's disappearance, and of course he could create another android (as he had just made the first male Marlon 109 the week before) He would not really miss Melinda/Jessamyn.

 

Myron and Byron would be showing up to release Webb from the evil Cranium…and Elijah “Needles” Vesuvio, Soapy’s best friend (and common-law son-in-law) had been given a suspended sentence by Judge Webb Haskins…

 

But the down side was…poor Needles had to manage the South Beach, Florida franchise of the Little Shop!

 

As Melinda approached Idell's elderly Nissan, the black man came out of the car and the two embraced. "I'm yours forever, baby, or as long as we live within five miles of a Radio Shack." Melinda murmured...and the two kissed lustily.

THE END


 

 

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