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Driven
Jon James scowled at the damn car; it was a Skoda, not the
modern almost acceptable sort, no... his car was the
classic armour plated box on wheels. The only redeeming
quality about the car was its reliability.
How good was that for impressing girls?
There was only one thing for it, a trip to the garage,
someplace special that could make the old car into
something that really kicked.
Finally Jon found a place, recommended by his friend Mikawa
Akira; it was called "Master's Body Shop and Customization"
located at the back of the Whitehorse Business Park right
next door to the notorious "ChemWaste Management", a firm
renowned for its frequent leaks and toxic fires. Akira
claimed that Master's was without question the best place
to shop and that he himself was getting his car upgraded
there.
The shop itself occupied an old World War II barracks hut
with a semi-circular tin roof making it look like a rusty,
half buried, oil barrel. The body shop was certainly grungy
but the cars they were working on were pure eye candy.
Inside the shop three bronzed muscular and very, very
female mechanics, worked silently on futuristically
aerodynamic bodyshells, their overalls stretched tight as
if they were one size too small to fit their burgeoning
breasts.
"Hello!" said Jon loudly attracting the mechanic's
attention.
One of the women turned toward him, bowed slightly and
walked to the wood and smoked glass office built into the
side of the arched roof.
A moment later a powerfully dressed lady executive emerged,
followed by the mechanic a respectful pace behind. The
woman who's whole manner screamed dominatrix, appraised
Jon, briefly a predatory grin appeared only to be covered
with a professional expression a second later.
"Good afternoon! Welcome to Master's. How can we help Sir?"
"Hi, I'd like some customization work done, as you can see
the car's only a Skoda, can you work with that as a
starting point? Or is it too old?" asked Jon
"Well sir, we at Master's pride ourselves on being able to
work with almost any material?. I feel sure that we can
provide a unique and eye catching product for Sir." said
the immaculately tailored saleswoman.
The woman examined the Skoda's exterior and then clicked
her fingers pointing at the engine compartment.
A mechanic girl leapt to obey, opening the engine
compartment, her breasts bouncing in a distracting way.
With another click of her fingers the Saleswoman summoned a
second mechanic who began measuring Jon's inside leg with a
metal tape measure, in so doing giving Jon a magnificent
view of the tiny black lace number that barely contained
the mechanic's grease stained breasts. All these nearly
exposed breasts were giving Jon a problem he hadn't
expected to have in a garage.
"Ugh? What are you doing?" asked Jon
"Our product is custom fit Sir. Sir's measurements will be
given to our leatherworkers so that Sir's seat is exactly
right." replied the saleswoman answering for the silent
girl. "If Sir could flex, so that we can take a bicep
measurement? Thank you Sir."
Bemused by the level of service implied, Jon let the women
take measurements. He offered no objections, even to the
stealthily taken cock measurement. After all they seemed to
know what was needed, didn't they? And that suspect 7"
measurement was probably for a stupid girl's bet... wasn't
it?
The two girls handed clipboards to the saleswoman who
scanned the results flipping the pages on both charts and
noting something encouraging.
"Hmm definite possibilities, the body will need a lot of
work of course and the interior needs a thorough overhaul?
but yes I'm sure we can provide something that will
please." she said more to herself than Jon. "It will take
time to get a unique body design developed, but I see no
reason why we can't get started on a basic control panel
and interior upgrade immediately."
"Ahh how much will this cost?" said Jon, concerned that he
was getting in deeper than he could afford
"?100 for the initial work, If Sir will leave the...
"vehicle" here, we can have something for him by the end of
the week." replied the Saleswoman.
Jon noted the word "vehicle" and the word "dog shit" would
probably have been spoken in the same tone of voice.
Jon felt the blood drain from his face, this was going to
be expensive, but he couldn't back out now. Having this
Margaret Thatcher wannabe regard him as an "under-financed
time-Waster" would be too much to bear.
"Okay, do it."
"Excellent, I will call Sir a Taxi."
I'm a taxi, thought Jon humourlessly as he handed over the
keys.
***
The next week was harder than Jon had thought. Being
reliant on public transport was even more style cramping
than having an uncool car. When the last bus home is at
19:00 it meant zero social life. Getting a lift off a mate
had been part of the plan, but Akira (the mate he had had
in mind) was not answering his texts.
It was with great relief that he headed back to the body
shop a week later. As before a girl mechanic, who could
easily have graced a Pirelli calendar, silently summoned
the Saleswoman and Jon was led to where his car was parked.
On the outside the car seemed the same... but inside...
Jon was amazed by the transformation, the clunky old dials
were replaced by a wrap around computer display trimmed is
fine off-white (slightly pink?) leather, the number of
displays seemed more suitable for an aircraft than a east
European Volks mover.
The two front seats were more appropriate for a star trek
bridge, fully reclining with u shaped headrests done
entirely in matching white leather. The back seat had been
removed entirely.
"Woah!" exclaimed Jon delighted and relieved that the ?100
had not been misspent
"Naturally it will take Sir some time to get used to the
increased level of personal control that the command
console provides. We recommend a long test drive so that
Sir gets the full benefit of the advanced features."
advised the Saleswoman
"Test drive? Absolutely yes." grinned Jon climbing in.
The engine started by itself as soon as he sat down and a
display screen where the gear lever had been, changed
indicating first gear. The only thing Jon had to worry
about was the steering.
Aside from a slight humming noise the ride was incredibly
smooth and silent, Jon slipped through the traffic as if it
weren't there, heading down the back roads at ever
increasing speeds.
The seat was very comfortable and the air pleasantly
warm... too comfortable, way too comfortable. The nice
humming sound, the barely perceived sting on his inner
thigh...
"WAKE UP!"
Jon lurched, looking for the source of the voice, outside
he could see blue lights and hear the wail of a siren
"THE POLICE OFFICER BEHIND US BELIEVES YOU WERE ASLEEP AT
THE WHEEL. YOU WILL PRETEND TO HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION OF
THE NECK AND AN EAR DIS-FUNCTION IN ORDER TO DECEIVE HIM."
Dazed and confused Jon did as he was told.
"You'll have to speak up a bit officer." said Jon doing as
the voice had instructed
"Oh, och! I thoyght ye was 'aving a wee nap there, ah um,
ne'er mind. Away with you now!"
Jon clicked the car into first and pulled away his mind in
turmoil. After turning down onto a single laned farm track
he pulled up and spoke at the dashboard, the source of the
voice.
"Who the Fuck are you?!"
"I AM THE ROOKRIDER2000 CONTROL SYSTEM, JONATHON," said the
slightly feminine electronic voice
"Can you turn the volume down?"
"YES. Is that better Jonathon?"
"Fine! Now what the fuck just happened?"
"You fell asleep at the wheel, I was forced to assume
control. When the police officer intervened it became
necessary to return you to a conscious state." said the
voice sounding slightly reproachful
"Oh? Where the hell are we anyway?"
"GPS display... top left... further up... you are looking
at it now."
"Inverness!?"
"Very observant Jonathon." said the mechanical voice with a
hint of sarcasm. "You ceased to function just after
Birmingham, I made the assumption that you wished to
continue your journey on the same heading."
"Oh... My... God."
"A simple thank you will be sufficient."
"Um oh... yeah, thanks. Look Rookrider2000 we are way
further north than I planned on going. Can you plot a route
back that will get us back to Bristol before 8:00am
tomorrow? I can't be late for work Mr. Buttersmith will
kill me."
"You may call me Rook, it has less syllables for you to
remember. If you assign Control to me you can sleep all the
way back. I have the greatest confidence that we will
arrive on time."
"Yes, Rook. You have control."
"Thank you Jonathon. You may now return to a relaxed sleep
state. I will play a selection of chill-out for you to
listen to."
"Yes Rook." replied Jon settling back in the comfortable
bucket seat, the head rest adjusting automatically to
cradle his head, ear pieces clamped softly yet firmly to
his ears.
***
Over the next week Jon found himself increasingly eager for
the end of the working day, and the opportunity to go for a
ride in Rook.
Akira had not been at work for over a week; Jon was certain
Mr Buttersmith was that close to sacking him. He'd
mentioned this to Rook and the car suggested cruising
around all of Akira's old haunts. Jon felt good about it,
he would be helping a mate and as a bonus would be doing a
lot of driving.
By Wednesday the search for Akira was taking up his whole
evening. Rook said she had evidence that Akira had been
seen here... or there, always involving a nice long road
trip.
They'd started out looking in obvious places the local bar,
the kickboxing club and as time went on less obvious
places, the Lavender tea rooms, a catwalk show, the
lingerie tradeshow, places that Jon began to find strangely
compelling.
On Thursday night he hadn't even bothered going home to bed
and had slept in Rook's reclining seat after a long, long
chat with his new (secret) friend.
The Rook was fascinating; it had been programmed to be the
perfect companion for him, the driver, adapting itself to
match his needs. Rook had even gone to the trouble of
discovering his favourite chill-out tracks, and also seemed
to have interesting and insightful opinions on all areas of
his life.
Jon had never thought the subject of make-up could be so
complex; that the precise degree of applied foundation was
so critical to the finished look. When Rook had first
broached the subject he'd assumed she had glitched
assigning chat time to such a girly subject. Of course
she'd known best, it was really was fascinating; though how
the machine had known he would find it interesting was a
mystery.
Likewise, the discussion they'd had about the merits of
stockings vs. tights had led to Rook's suggestion that an
empirical experiment was the only way to determine which he
thought were better. After trying them on he'd had to admit
to Rook that she'd been right, stockings and suspenders
were much sexier than tights. Naturally he'd had his legs
waxed first for the sake of scientific accuracy. In fact He
was wearing a pair now under his zip-legged pants. As soon
as he was free from work the trouser legs would be unzipped
leaving him with a quite daring look of shorts and white
stockings.
Finally it was knocking off time on Friday, technically it
was five minutes early, but nobody cared, as they were all
busy stampeding for the car park. Jon threw his new jacket,
a short torso exposing pink denim number, in the empty back
of the car and lounged into the form fitting white leather.
"That's it Rook! Two clear days without any work at all, we
can do some serious driving, now."
"I am pleased to hear that Jonathon. Of course if you put
in a holiday request you could spend an entire month
together."
"Hey, why didn't I think of that?"
"Because I'm significantly more intelligent than you."
replied the car.
"Yes Rook." Jon agreed.
"Have you been taking your diet pills and working out as we
discussed?"
"Yes Rook, A really good looking car needs a really good
looking driver to match." replied Jon repeating something
he'd heard somewhere, rubbing absentmindedly at his
slightly sore chest.
"Have you thought any further about my bodywork and colour
scheme?"
"Yes Rook, the white with the pure platinum trim. By
selling the apartment fully furnished, I will be able to
afford it with a ?1,000 left over for accessories."
"You will have to work very hard on your physique Jonathon,
if you want to look like you belong in the white and
platinum."
"Yes Rook." said Jon slightly daunted by the heavy schedule
of aerobics and ballet dance sessions but still eager to
look good.
"I have some motivational tapes in memory that might help;
I can play them as we travel. Together we can make you into
a real eye-turner."
"Yes Rook." agreed Jon feeling reassured. "That's a good
idea."
Jon leaned back into the seat and let the headrest's
speaker equipped wings wrap around, caressing his head as
if held in a gentle hand.
"Stage one motivational enhancement, this is achieved
through a pattern of relaxed deep breathing combined
with..." the introduction continued in a flat monotone
voice that soon had Jon's eyes loosing focus...
***
Pain, every muscle ached, even thinking about moving hurt.
Jon got to his feet dusting the grass from his naked arse.
"Where?" he asked dazed, looking around the empty moor
land.
"Dartmoor Jonathon. I apologize, that last training session
was at the limit of your capacity. However my scans
indicate you are now in optimal condition."
Jonathon looked down at himself noting for the first time
the C-cup sized breasts that he hadn't had the last time
he'd looked. Looking further down he noted that his penis
seemed to be only an inch long and his ball sack was
completely missing the skin stretched taught as if they'd
never dangled.
"How?"
"Obsession level motivation, continual aerobic, ballet and
maid posture training, military grade synthetic estrogen
and time."
"Time?" asked Jon suspiciously, he didn't like the idea of
lost time one bit. "How much time?"
"Two months, three days and seven hours. You need not have
any concern; I took the liberty of managing your affairs
while you were training. Your apartment was sold for 10%
above market average and the Body Shop has been instructed
regarding the desired customizations. In addition you have
resigned from your job and are now available to drive full
time."
Jon thought about what Rook had just said not sure he was
entirely happy with the A.I. making decisions for him.
But try as he might he couldn't think of anything he would
have done differently had he been in charge. This nice pair
of breasts would look good on anyone and complimented
Rook's interior well. The job had been boring anyway
without Akira's practical jokes.
"Thanks Rook. Am I ready now? Will I look okay when we've
fitted you out with white and platinum bodywork?"
"My scans show that your bodyshape is now within the
optimal range for a human of your height/bodymass."
"Huh?"
"I will just re-grade my vocabulary for your current
intellect level... Yes you look hot."
"Thanks Rook... what shall we do now?"
"You need to put on the bra and suspenders that I have
obtained for you, then head to the garage for my upgrade
Jonathon."
"Oh... Okay." said Jon sliding into seat, enjoying the
caress of leather against his naked butt, it's increased
size going completely unnoticed and un-remarked.
"Meanwhile, I will modify your pain levels." said Rook
A needle stung Jon on the inner thigh, the muscle pain
melted away and Jon's head slumped back into the wrap
around headrest. Quiet music began to play soothing him
into a deep relaxed sleep (level 2).
***
Jon marched purposefully into the Body shop, the wind
brushing unnoticed across his nearly naked body. This time
the mechanic girls were paying more attention and quickly
ushered him inside where the Saleswoman was waiting.
The Saleswoman smiled broadly making a great show of
inspecting Jon, running a finger down his cleavage, and
then inspecting his tiny sausage. Jon noticed for the first
time in a rather detached and clinical way, that his uncut
foreskin had stretched tight leaving his tiny thingy's head
permanently exposed. For some reason he couldn't think cock
when he was thinking about his thingy. Cocks were something
other people had.
"Oh! Sir has polished up well."
"Thanks! It's important that a driver looks as good as his
car." replied Jon.
"And Sir chose the white with platinum trim?" stated the
Salesman checking her records.
"Yes, here's the check... ?105,000 as agreed."
"Excellent Sir, Your car is being upgraded as we speak."
replied the saleswoman taking a plastic wrapped package
from her desk. "And here is a small gift for Sir, we like
to take care of our customers here at Master's."
"Wow, thanks." replied Jon eagerly ripping open the plastic
packing.
The package contained a pair of white leather hot pants and
a jacket.
The hot pants were of unusual design, on the front where
the zip should have been was a chrome flap with a womanhood
symbol etched into it and between the leg holes an extra
slit. The white (with-a-hint-of-pink) leather would match
Rook's colour scheme exactly, how cool was that!
The jacket was a bit like his pink one except that it was
also in the leather and was designed for his new physique,
holding his breasts at just the right angle to show maximum
cleavage and then cut short just below his breasts so that
his smooth slim abdomen was fully exposed.
Jon had a little difficulty getting into the hot pants;
they were skin tight the front flap gave his crotch a
suitably flat look. Finally he managed to get them on, the
leather like a second skin. He checked his behind enjoying
the way his butt bulged out in all the right ways.
"If I might say, Sir is looking exceptionally well turned
out." said the saleswoman.
"You don't think it's a bit too flashy?" asked Jon
examining himself with secretly growing pleasure.
"Oh not at all Sir, one can never be too flashy." assured
the Salesman. "Before Sir leaves, we noticed that Sir has
not tried the Control console's advanced features. If Sir
tells the Rook unit to activate the advanced control
interface, I feel sure Sir will find it rewarding."
"Thanks! I'll go try it out right away!"
Jon rushed outside eager to see Rook's new bodyshell and
try out the advanced interface. He stopped as soon as he
saw the car.
The mechanics had done an excellent job transforming the
old Skoda, now a thing of sinuous seductive curves, air
intakes, and spoilers. The rear of the car extended to
provide an extensive passenger compartment.
That was cool; he could drive people around in complete
luxury.
"Hey the Saleswoman told me I haven't tried the advanced
controls yet. Let's try them!" Jon said to Rook
Suddenly restraints snapped into position and the headrest
clamped itself hard to Jon's ears, the now familiar hum
from the speakers filling his head.
"Hey!" he complained.
"Inserting neural connection." informed Rook.
Something coldly metallic thrust up from the seat slipping
through the open seam of the hot pants to push insistently
against Jon's anus.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
"Return to Relaxation -level 3." instructed Rook
The humming from the speakers increased and Jonathon felt
an overwhelming tiredness, the invasion of his arse
forgotten as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Gradually
the pain faded to be replaced by a vaguely pleasant
fullness.
By now his head was slumped forward, so he had a good view
of the robotic armature that unclipped his front access
panel. A second robotic arm, more like a tentacle, tipped
with something very, very phallic began pushing at his
crotch just above his tiny thingy.
It pushed in, almost as if there was nothing more than a
thin membrane of skin to resist. Theoretically he should be
panicking, but the relaxing sounds and vibrations in his
butt hole prevented it.
The chrome cockhead seemed to surge forward suddenly, as if
it had gotten past a tight opening, his skin was tugging
inward now, seeming to pull his little thingy into intimate
contact with the cold metal. The tugging increased as more
of the metalcock pushed its way into him. His thingy
shifted, pulled entirely into the tight inner hole. Its
delicate sensitive surface pressed against the slick metal
making him squirm with pleasure.
"Stage one connection locked on. Engaging Pavlovian
inducer, I understand your distress Jonathon, but I think
you will enjoy this procedure, I really do." advised Rook
in her calm feminine voice.
Jon felt a lightning jolt of pleasure arc between his now
inward pointing thingy, the chromed frontal probe and the
plug in his arse.
"Welcome to the Rookrider2000 driver component installation
program Jonathon. Please remain calm, your sexual
orientation and gender will now be adjusted to fit the
connection."
A second jolting orgasm caressed him and a third and a
fourth. Counting was not consistent with being relaxed so
Jon gave up. It was impossible to keep up anyway the surges
of pleasure were coming faster and faster, orgasms coming
one after another like strobe flashes.
Jon had already ceased to think coherently by the time the
orgasm rate reached 75 per second. The pleasure signals
arriving faster than the human nervous system could
perceive, for all practical purposes Jon's orgasm had
become continuous.
Suddenly the orgasm ceased and Jon felt a terrible absence
as the connectors retracted.
"Don't... Don't stop!" she mumbled, struggling to find
words while the relaxing music continued to fill her head.
"Initiating stage two componentization. Your continued
sexual stimulation requires total unquestioning obedience
Jonathon."
"Obey." said Jonathon agreeing in a dazed way, it was so
difficult to think and she so wanted the pleasure to
return. Long term consequences were quite beyond her
ability, too complex a concept. That she thought of herself
as she rather than he was also well beyond her mental
ability to contemplate.
The metallic cock eased itself back into her new vagina.
Jonathon eagerly wiggling to get a better connection as the
orgasms returned.
"Enter the deep hypnotic trance which allows me to control
you Jonathon."
"Yes Rook."
"The pleasure you are now feeling is occupying your entire
attention. By forgetting your past you can concentrate on
every detail of your pleasure. You will inform me as soon
as you have forgotten everything, using the phrase:
component ready."
"Yes Rook."
Jonathon began paying attention to the orgasm that seemed
to fill the area between her arse and vagina, ignoring the
metal bands that extended from the seat until they had
wrapped around her breasts and fastened to her nipples.
The orgasmic energy altered course finding its way up to
her nipples adding a slight flavour of pain from the new
connections. Another armature lowered itself from the roof,
this one with a polished chrome cock complete with sculpted
cock-lips at its tip.
Without needing to be told to do so Jon opened her mouth
letting the cold metal slip past her lips. The orgasm that
had been filling her up to her nipples, arced upward again.
Jonathon felt her whole body orgasm and concentrated on
remembering every sensation.
Time passed, how much time was of no concern, the orgasm
might have lasted seconds, minutes, hours or even days.
Finally she pulled her lips from the metal cock, giving it
one last lick with her tongue. She couldn't recall a single
thing about her past. It was therefore time to say the
words.
"Component ready.
"Very good component. You are now ready to receive your new
personality. I will now tell you who you are and it will be
as if you are remembering something you have always known.
"Yes Rook.
She closed her eyes and began remembering how she had been
constructed, welded together, wired, painted and polished.
The Designer had told her she was to be the ultimate
vehicle, self maintaining, intelligent, witty, able to
satisfy The Owner's every conceivable need. Now... finally
she was complete, the human component had been installed
and her persona was downloading into it.
***
The Rook maintenance component stood next to her main body
at parade rest, arms behind back, legs apart to display her
butt to best advantage, her breasts jutting outward.
The design staff had installed the rest of her maintenance
component's uniform so that it matched her paint scheme.
White leather leggings with quick release poppers. Knee
length riding boots with chunky platinum bar trim and an
earpiece providing continuous persona updates from her main
CPU finished off the uniform.
There was a Customer in the shop and it was important to
give the best impression. Rook did one more internal system
check, tire pressure okay, oil pressure okay, nipple
erection okay, abdominal posture okay, vaginal lubricant
okay.
There were two of them, a moustachioed older man and a
younger peroxide blonde.
"As Sir can see, the RookRider2000 comes complete with
chauffeurette able and willing to perform any function."
"Anything at all?" said the Customer sceptically
"We like to research our customer's preferences in advance
Sir, if you will permit a small demonstration."
"Sure lil' lady, you go raght ahead n' demonstrate for ol'
R.J."
"Rook, please suck Mr Chisolm's cock."
"Yes Sir." replied Rook her maintenance component getting
to her knees in front of The Customer and unzipping the
man's pants.
"Way-hay! Go for it dad." grinned the younger customer
"Miss Rook is a full time chauffeurette, when not under
specific instruction she will maintain the Rookrider2000,
and guard your garage from intruders. Under specific
instruction and close supervision she can cope with simple
maid duties and of course bed warming. She is not entitled
to sick leave, holidays or leisure time. Her conditions of
service can be found in Appendix C of the warrantee."
Rook component smiled brightly up at the Customer as she
eased his fat cock out from his pants and gave it a
preparatory lick.
Placing the cock in her oral connection port, she began to
suck. It was clever of the Saleswoman to pretend that her
maintenance component was a separate entity. The earpiece
informed her that her maintenance component was enjoying
serving the customer.
"Ooh yes! I'll take two!" gasped the moustachioed American
"My son will definitely want his own!"
"Of course Sir, an excellent choice. Would Sir prefer
something in yellow or black? We have those in stock."
"Let's see the yellow one." grinned the youth
A sleek golden Rookrider ignited its engine and pulled up
next to it's white companion. Its young Asian maintenance
component got out and knelt next to Rook.
"Allow me to present our Cabriolet version with its
chauffeurette Rook Akira."
The other Rook component began pleasuring customer Two, the
customer grabbing the Rook component's head as it bobbed
back and forth on his cock.
"I WANT, this one dad."
Customer One didn't answer immediately, he was too focused
on what Rook componenant was doing.
"Nice... ah'll take both" said customer one gasped, shortly
after filling Rook's oral connection port with cum.
Rook felt a pre-programmed surge of love run through her.
The datalink informed her that having an owner made her
feel complete, fulfilling her primary function.
***
Satisfied that the task was finished, The Saleswoman
returned to the office, sitting passively awaiting the next
customer. Later she would be allowed to orgasm in reward
for a successful sale.
The Fireman calendar on the wall had a date ringed two
weeks hence. In two weeks time Mr Chisolm Junior would
announce his decision to take up car maintenance as his
career, a set of oily coveralls and a black lace bra had
already been set aside.
Mr Chisolm Senior would be dropping by a few days later to
sign over her not inconsiderable fortune in preparation for
her entry into St Joan of Arc Convent for the spiritually
transgendered.
Vera
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