Chapter 0 - Story

Pam slammed the front door shut behind her, objects in the hallway bouncing from the impact, her face a mask of fury behind her messy locks. Marching into her room, she leaned heavily against the wall, before her rage subsided somewhat, giving way to the shame and embarrassment, and she sunk to the floor, sobbing. 

How could she have done that? Ruby Barton, the prissiest bitch that Pam had ever had the misfortune to meet, who had the cheek to flirt with every male on their course, just so she could get them to do her work for her, had, for some reason, decided that Brad, the only one on their course who had shown Pam any attention at all, would be her new conquest. And Brad had thought it was a wonderful idea. 

He had simply forgotten that he was in the middle of an important chat with Pam about their coursework, and followed Ruby away, with everyone watching. The look that Ruby had shot over her shoulder at Pam revealed her true intentions. Since the beginning of their course, Ruby had been trying to sabotage Pams work. This was the next level in her attempts to humiliate her, and get her thrown out of the university. 

Removing her glasses, Pam scrubbed at her eyes vigorously, before replacing them. Moving a tangle of red hair out of her vision, she moved over to her final thesis, and her piece-de-resistance, two large tubes, reaching from floor to ceiling, filled with a bubbling, viscous liquid. She would have her revenge, and humiliate Ruby bloody Barton in the process. Checking her instruments, she started tapping away on the computer between the two cylinders.

Immediately, pumps and motors started running, and lights lit up the contents of the tubes, revealing murky humanoids in the fluid, which rapidly began thinning and draining. 

The hulking shapes were slowly lowered so their feet were touching the floor, and the fluids ceased to support their weight. It had taken her months of working at the local mortuary to get all the parts needed, without being caught, but she had managed it, somehow. Well, except for that one security guard, but they never found him after he tried to stop her. In fact, he had proven instrumental in her procuring some of the parts she had needed from a still living donor.

The two creatures stood in the light of their tanks, muscles twitching as the program ran diagnostics, through the masks covering their heads.

Pamela Yginworth rubbed her hands together in glee. Soon, she could have Brad, and Ruby, the bitch, could make for an interesting test run of the golems abilities. 

The computer beeped its completion of the diagnostics, and the golems came to rest. Opening the first door, she reached up, on tip toes, to try and get the cable out from the base of the golems neck. Why had she though it was such a good idea to make it so bloody high?

Finally managing the feat, she dropped back down to her feet, and blushed. Her skirt had ridden up as she had kept jumping, and she was now groin to ass with her creation. She began to realize just how well sculpted her creations were. Bumping into the back of the metal cylinder, she had just enough room between them to push her skirt back down, but her hands brushed the golems glutes, and she stopped. Gently, almost afraid, she slowly cupped one of its buttocks, before snatching her hand back as though it was hot. The only heat however, was pouring out of her face, as she blushed almost as red as her hair.

Get a grip, girl, these are supposed to be the instrument of your revenge! She scolded herself. But I suppose we should... test them.. make sure they work as intended... 

Moving up to, and touching the form she had slaved over for months, she was acutely aware of the firm butt now pressed into the bottom of her stomach as she tentatively reached round the hips, tracing the stitches and muscles as she went. She knew each muscle, stitch and bone in this body, intimately, more so than anyone had a right to know another, since she had put each there herself, and yet...

Right now there was only one bone she was after, and she was afraid, yet overjoyed when she found it. The long member was soft, which was a disappointment, but she was sure she could get it hard.

It was a shock to her that is sprang to life so quickly as she gently tugged on the shaft. Wasn't the tip supposed to be the sensitive part? Maybe she had some nerves crossed...? Never mind, it didn't matter. Blushing into the small of its back, Pam almost zoned out as her hands worked the shaft she couldn't see.

A second beep from the computer dragged her from her reverie. Pam slid round the side of her first creation, and took a moment to gape at the length that bounced into her stomach as she tried to slide past and out of the cylinder. Another beep, and she hurried away from the golem, turned off the notification on the computer, and proceeded to unhook the second golem, much more quickly than the first, as if she didn't trust her own instincts all of a sudden.

Both had been programmed to respond to her voice, while she used a remote to activate them.

With a suddenly dry mouth, Pam gave the golems their first order. “Step out of your pods.” She had to suppress an 'eep' as they moved, almost in syncronization, the first golem's member waving between his legs, like a loose flag pole, while the seconds snaked downward.

They stood and became still, towering above her by almost a foot. She stared at first one, then the other, her eyes roving over their bodies, once dead, now very much alive again, and her mind considered something it hadn't before. She would have to test them on someone who wouldn't run to the police if the golems failed, and that meant her. SHE would have to be the first to be “captured” by her creations, just to convince herself that they would succeed at their task.

Almost quavering with anticipation, she hurriedly undressed, blushing furiously, and even turning away from the two automatons so that they couldn't see her until she was ready. It was a stupid thought, they had no brain activity of their own unless she placed some into them, but she couldn't help but feel that they were appraising her.. 

Finally turning to them, covering herself with one hand, and still blushing, she gave another order into the remote, with a shaking, barely audible voice. “De...detain me.” she almost mumbled. 

Pam was about to throw the remote out of the way, but was taken by complete surprise by the speed of her creations. They launched themselves at her, one grabbing her wrist, and wrenching, causing Pam to yell in surprise and pain, and drop the remote. “NO, STOP!!” she yelped as the other punched her in the gut, winding her. Through the haze of pain, she watched the golem holding her wrist step on, and destroy the remote.

In horror, she could only wheeze as the still erect golem grabbed her by the waist, and flung her to the floor, winding her again, before picking her up enough to set her on all fours.Part of her was screaming in fear, but another part, a part she had pushed far down into the depths of her mind, began to surface, enjoying the punishment the two automatons were dishing out on her.

Her mind was a mix of fear and pleasure, as she realized the extent of the situation she had put herself into. Ruby was renowned for being a slut, according to the boys on her course, able to go for hours, so Pam had designed the golems to be able to fuck her all night. And now that the remote was gone, that was exactly what was in store for Pam.

As the erect golem thrust it's large cock down her throat, and the other started to roughly finger fuck her asshole, with the intent of increasing the number of large fingers later, Pam was praying that she could handle all the things her twisted mind had planned for Ruby, and found herself looking forward to it...