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"'...In conclusion, after three weeks the unit has shown a remarkable ability to adapt and has developed highly complex behavior patterns and a lovable, friendly personality...'" Mary proofread her first email report to Autoinc. on Syl, "...Model IX has exceeded all expectations, and I'm looking forward to continued testing.'"

"Mistress," Syl called from the other kitchen, "Dinner is ready."

"Thank you Syl, I'll be there in just a moment," Mary clicked send and quickly walked out of her office and down the stairs, thinking how far the unit had come in a month.

At first, Syl had still been rather flat, being a one or two note personality, even after her restructuring, but, within two days, she'd started to develop an uncanny individuality, with her own quirks and mannerisms, along with dozens of other things that made her much more believable as a person, And her growth is accelerating, Mary marveled inwardly, remembering how she'd compared Syl's neural activity over the course of several hours, seeing how each branch of the central processor split and re-split, growing exponentially.

Mary entered the kitchen and gasped, seeing the miraculous display set before her. A red cloth draped over the table, the fine lacquer-ware set out in perfect order (thirty-seven forks and all), two long candles placed in the center of the table, one of Syl's tentacles still extended, clicking a lighter and sitting the wicks ablaze, "What the hell...Syl...what is all this?"

"I watched some Television broadcasts on fine dining that you left on. I didn't want you to deal with anything substandard Mistress," The Cyborg's eyes scrunched up at Mary in a mouthless smile, the tentacle retracting to be replaced by two more, pulling out a chair in front of the place set.

"That's very nice of you Syl...but...for future reference, you don't have to go through all this trouble for every mea..."

"Nope! I won't hear it."

"Syl..."

"Fine. I simply won't cook for you anymore then!" Syl sat down and turned her nose up and away from Mary in mock snobbery.

Mary looked shocked for a moment before saying, "Good, your cooking's terrible anyway." Mary stamped her foot and mimicked Syl's stance, they stayed there for about forty-five seconds before Mary couldn't contain herself any longer. She burst out laughing.

Syl turned back to her and smiled, "You lose again Mistress," holding out the chair again.

"Guess I do," taking her seat as it was pushed into place. It was a rather childish game they'd developed, both of them holding out as long as they could, Syl usually won,

"So...what's the real occasion anyway?"

"Well...partly that I really did watch eight hours of the culinary channel while you were asleep last night," That's right...she doesn't sleep... Mary thought, "And partly because...I suppose that you'd call in a one-month celebration."

"What do you mean?"

"I've known you for one month...I understand that the first time of anything is supposed to be significant, first day, first week, first month, first year..."

"Yeah...it has been a month, hasn't it."

"Mhm, now, you sit and enjoy your meal, I'll be back in a second."

"Okay."

The cyborg turned and walked out of the room, carefully looking behind her to make sure that she was out of Mary's line of sight before dashing up the stairs and into Mary's office...

-o-

Oh please let this be it... Syl thought as she closed the door behind her and leapt into the chair at Mistress's computer, before becoming ecstatic to see that Mary had left herself logged on to the system, Finally! I was beginning to think that I'd never be able to get to Mistress's files, Syl had been trying to get to know Mary better for the entire month, but hadn't been able to find much that she hadn't already gathered during the activation process. She'd searched for personal records, a diary or journal, throughout the house, but had found nothing, and then she'd tried to get to mistress's computer, but the newest version of Windows had unbelievable tight security, with no natural backdoors to exploit. The only way to penetrate it was user error.

Now, let's see here... Syl extended a tentacle into one of the USB ports, beginning to go through Mary's hard drive, Social security...bank statements...blast it all, there's nothing here that's personal...wait...Mistress's browsing history...

Syl smiled as she began to visit each website, examining them in detail. Mary had several aliases on many different forums (mostly technology related, but a few purely social ones as well), Syl read every post, and every topic. Syl came across a few online games, some hardware and house information, a few video sharing sites, but then Syl stopped, puzzled by the message that had popped up for the next webpage, "18 years of age or older...hm" Syl mused out loud, wondering for a moment how she should proceed. Her own curiosity won out in the end, however, and she entered the site.

Instantly her fur stood on end in a blush, the entire site was filled with...Oh dear...what is this? It's...strange... There were pictures, and videos, of humans, males and females, doing things that Syl had no word for. Literally, there was no data like this anywhere in her hard-drive, not even a hint or dictionary definition.

Syl did what she always did when she couldn't figure something out: research. She began browsing sites similar to the one she's seen, mostly focusing on the ones Mary had visited, it went on for about a half an hour before she discovered something that really caught her eye.

The site appeared to be a story archive, and Mary appeared to have posted on it a number of times. Syl giggled to herself as she began to browse stories, both by Mistress and by other people, stories of love, confusion, tension, and, sometimes, violation. Then, Syl read Mistress's most popular story, one visited many times by many people, and, afterward, read the author's caption, "It's based off of a personal fantasy of mine... I've always wished it could happen in real life..." Well, we'll see about that, Syl thought, smiling as she created a back-door into the system and logged out...

-o-

Syl spent the next three days preparing, often shutting down when, Mistress didn't need her, to focus on adapting herself to the coming task. She'd also downloaded more info specific to this sort of fantasy, making sure that it could be acted out to its fullest.

On the third evening, Syl laid out Mistress's bed, just like every night for the past month, bid her goodnight, and exited the room...

-o-

Mary woke with a start, "Who's there?" silence answered her, although she could have sworn she heard a door slam. Mary tapped a few keys on the console on her bedside table, bringing up the house's security display, it showed no breech, Must be my imagination...

Mary laid her head down, closing her eyes, trying and failing to go back to sleep for a few minutes. Finally, she sighed in frustration, rolling on to her back and staring up at the ceiling, she didn't notice as a small, inch-thick tendril worked its way out from under the bed, heading for her ankle beneath the covers and sheets. It looped itself around her, being careful not to touch and alert her to its presence, remaining centimeters from her skin, as it repeatedly looped around, establishing itself to take a firm grip.

Three identical tendrils, drew themselves up under the covers, duplicating the performance of the first with her opposite ankle and both wrists. Syl's fur bristled under the bed in anticipation, Here we go...

The tentacles tightened and yanked, immediately pulling Mary up off the bed, spread-eagle, eyes flying wide. Mary opened her mouth to yell, but a tentacle quickly slipped its way between her lips, gagging her and beginning to pump fluid down her throat. Mary choked, gagged and squirmed for a bit, trying to fight, but the fluid, children's cough syrup actually, quickly had its intended effect.

He struggles and protests became faint as the sedative fully entered her system, her thoughts slowing, unable to focus as two more tentacles drew the covers off of her suspended form and began unbuttoning her night-blouse.

The tentacle holding her right wrist let go to let the sleeve slip off her limp arm before quickly grabbing back on. Syl repeated this with the other arm, and both legs as the two tentacles pulled away Mary's pants, leaving her in her bra and panties.

A new tentacle extended from under the bed, a razor blade attached to its end, it moved to Mary's cleavage first, slicing between the cups of her bra, it revealed her modest breasts. It then moved between her legs, deftly slicing her G-string before retracting back under the bed.

Two slim, hollow tentacles worked their way into Mary's nostrils, moving quickly through her nasal cavity, down her throat to her larynx, where they attached themselves, beginning to supply Mary with oxygen. More tentacles wound themselves along her arms, shoulders, legs and hips, one twining its way around her neck, almost completely covering them, two wrapping around her waist before moving up, between, and tightly around her breasts, ends hovering just over her nipples. Â Two gently gripped her buttocks, pulling them apart and exposing her. A final two thin tentacles, with electrodes attached to them, planted themselves on Mary's forehead, beginning to give Syl a detailed report of her captive's brain activity.

Syl held still, waiting for the effects of the sedative to wear off, preparing for the next part of Mistress's fantasy...

-o-

Mary's head was spinning, What's happening to me...? Her vision was beginning to clear. Mary attempted to moan and roll over in bed, but her eyes focused as she found that she could do neither. She was immobilized, she couldn't see what had done it, but could feel her bonds wrapping around every limb. She tugged, but they might as well have been steel coils for all they gave. She tried to yell, but her vocal cords couldn't vibrate, and she couldn't actively breathe in or out, though she did feel her lungs fill and empty at a steady pace.

Mary felt her neck bend forward without her consent, being forced by whatever had bound it, and she saw why she couldn't move. Her entire body was wrapped in thick, green tentacles, and she then noticed the one already in her mouth. She immediately tried to bite down, but soon gave up. Like the ones binding her, the tentacle in her mouth was strong as steel.

Mary began to panic, squeezing her eyes shut, twitching and squirming as much as her bonds allowed. Syl watched her mental activity spike and smiled from under the bed, the fantasy was going exactly as it had in the story, panic rising above all other emotions or thought. Syl began adding Nitrous oxide to the stream of air flowing in and out of Mistress's lungs, the next stage had begun.

Suddenly, Mary felt a spark of pleasure, she opened her eyes to see the two tentacles on her chest begin to stroke and tease her nipples, squeezing her breasts in a slow, but steady, rhythm. That feels nice... Syl watched Mary's brainwaves change as the gas and small amount of pleasure began to have its intended effect, the panic turning to neutrality, derealization, and eventually, to a pleasant contentment.

Mary felt the intruder in her mouth begin to gently vibrate, and her neck begin to move back and forth, forcing it in and out of her. Mary instinctively began to suck on each stroke, and was rewarded with a stream of sweet, warm cream. Syl had decided against replicating actual semen, replacing it with whole-milk, flavored with vanilla extract and honey, and infused with some of her own nanites, which began to spread throughout Mistress's body, fiddling with her nerves, making her more sensitive, pliable, and willing. A few minutes passed as Syl waited for the nanites to do their work before slowly unwinding the tentacle from around Mary's throat. She kept bobbing her head.

Many of the binding tentacles loosened, beginning to vibrate and knead their captive's body, massaging her, working out every point of stress, the attention to her breasts became stronger as the tentacles gripped harder, their ends opening up and beginning to suck on her tits. Two of the members that had been binding her legs moved to her crotch, their vibrating forms teasing her now sopping wet pussy, getting covered in her juices.

Mary closed her eyes in pleasure, she would have moaned if her larynx weren't blocked, sucking on the tentacle, gulping down more of the tasty drink, and welcoming more of the nanites into her system as she did so. The little machines lined themselves all along her nervous system, concentrating in the spinal cord and brain. Syl removed the simple electrode tentacles, she was now getting far more data from her nanites. She saw something in the data, however, that didn't please her. The anomaly was in a small, primitive part of the brain, mostly suppressed by the drugs, gas, and pleasure, but still there. Fear.

Syl frowned, she didn't want Mistress to be afraid, Ah well, she shrugged, easily fixed. The a few nanites touched the affected neurons, correcting the mistake. Mary's eyes flew open, a mental sigh rushing forth as she beamed, doubling her efforts to draw as much from the cock-like appendage as she could, smiling as she did so. There we are, Syl smiled at Mary's newly created joy at having her fantasy fulfilled, before having the realization that, thanks to her nanites, she now had the ability to make Mistress so happy, and give her such pleasure, without the need of chemicals. Syl withdrew the throat tentacles, freeing Mistress to let out the moan of pleasure around the tentacle in her mouth that she'd been holding in for so long!

The tentacles at Mary's dripping pussy were now thoroughly lubricated, and they now pointed themselves directly at Mary's entrances, one at her shivering vagina, and one at her tight pucker. Doubt sprung up in Mary's mind, she quit suckling from the mouth tentacle, spitting it out, beginning to struggle.

You want them inside you , Syl mentally commanded.

Mary froze as all mental activities stopped, the nanites rewiring her to make the statement true, I want them inside me...

Suck.

Mary moaned, her smiled returning as she eagerly took the member back into her mouth, sucking harder than ever, bucking her hips into the vibrating heads of the tentacles at her pussy and anus, forgetting all reservations she'd had, "Mmmm..." she moaned around the invading appendage, "...fuck...me..."

Syl was more than happy to oblige, her tentacles diving into Mary's twin holes, before the vaginal one pulled out, only to thrust back in as the anal one pulled out, beginning a cycle in time to Mary's sucks on the tentacle in her mouth, a rhythm of mouth, ass, pussy, mouth, ass, pussy...

Mary began to gasp, thrashing and moaning in her now minimal bonds, her climax fast approaching, building and building before surging forth, sweeping her entire mind away. Syl activated her final touch to the fantasy at that moment, the nanites tapping directly into Mary's nerves. The orgasm wasn't ending, wasn't lessening, the primitive parts of her brain had been forced into a loop, keeping the conscious part of her brain at its highest point, trapped in an endless climax as Syl flushed her womb, bowels, and stomach with a final, enormous burst of nanite-infused fluid.

The human was held in that state of constant orgasm for an hour before being allowed back down, out of the clouds. The tentacles laid her down gently on the mattress and released her, slipping out and away from her, back under the bed. Syl came out and jumped up to Mary.

"S...Syl...what did you..."

"Shhhhhhhh...don't speak," Syl said, putting a paw to Mary's lips, This is all a fantasy...

"This is all a fantasy..."

It's only a dream...

"It's only a dream..."

You want it to happen again...

"I want it to happen again..."

Good...Now...Sleep...

Mary's head fell back against her pillow, Syl smiled, The nanites would make things so much easier, she thought, extending two tentacles, which quickly repaired Mistress's clothes and redressed her. Syl leapt from the bed, quickly tucking Mary back in before exiting the room, heading to the kitchen, and starting to make breakfast...