Do Androids Dream Of Sodomizing Electric Sheep?

Here at ectomo, we like the bestiality. Seriously, Brownlee keeps his own stable of “whorses” and on many a night can be heard the melodious results of his amorous advances. So, it was with great anticipation that I showed him the teaser trailer for Michael Sullivan’s The Sex Life of Robots in the hopes that it would both please and arouse him so that I might not be flogged again. Sullivan, who had been working on an animated robot war movie when the idea struck him to feature robot sex as well, explains it thusly:

“It’s supposed to be like a silent robot porno movie from another planet.”

This seemed like the perfect distraction for His Enormity.

You see, it has been a tense week here at ectomo and we have suffered mightily under our cruel new taskmasters. Brownlee’s current favorite pastime is to sneak up on Pegritz and scream “CREAM CHEESE,” as loud as he can, which immediately causes Derek to urinate all over himself and weep uncontrollably. I can only imagine that it has something to do with all those hours of “retraining”.

Qais is…I haven’t seen much of Qais lately, to be honest; Eliza keeps him in a room, away from the rest of us. Whatever she does in there it must be horrible, because the screaming…I saw him, briefly, through the doorway (Eliza had left it partially open, mumbling something about “chaps” as she passed by). Anyway, I saw him, strapped to some sort of dentist chair, a blank look in his eyes. Mostly nude, except for what appeared to be a sandpaper diaper, he lay there, twitching. I noticed that his nipples seemed to have been removed, for on his chest were two wounds in the places where they should have been, and these wounds were lactating. I didn’t know boy-nipples could do that.

With all of this in mind, my breath held tightly in my chest, I looked on as The Head Fez of The Honorable Order of The Enormous Cock stared, a lecherous smile curling the corners of his thin, cracked lips as the images of hot robot-on-robot-on-an-occasional-mechanical-animal danced before his soulless eyes. Knowing that, at least for now, I could avoid some “harness time”, I slunk back to my tiny den (which consists solely of a filthy mat that I found and dragged to the crawl space behind Eliza’s abattoir) and curled up into the fetal position, the sounds of someone’s delirious wailing lulling me into the sweet, inky darkness of sleep.

SEX LIFE OF ROBOTS-THE TEASER [YouTube] : Hugo Strikes Back! : Sex or not? : Wired