Prologue.
- Amazing! Just amazing! - Haverio walked around the naked girl figure around again, touched her chest, - Even breathes like a real girl!
“Why,” Professor Stern adjusted his glasses, “we do not make toys, but real living organisms.” They breathe, sweat, cry, blush, laugh, do everything like real people. Not that the old models, which could recognize almost any without special devices. These can only be recognized by a specialist. I repeat: they do everything the same as ordinary people.
- And, sorry, defecate too? - Javerio raised a brow in surprise.

- If you wish - yes, but in the usual mode they do not need solid food, so their intestines are quite simple.
- And the stomach?
- Present. But in the future we plan to replace it with a capacity with capsules.
- For Juice?
- For Juice.
- Well, show it in action.
- Laura, wake up.

The girl opened her orange eyes, looked at Stern, then at Javerio, and then at herself. She gasped in amazement, realizing that she was absolutely naked in front of two men, shrank and covered her private parts with her hands.
“Get your hands off, you slut,” Stern’s voice could not stand objections, “and kneel down.”
Laura did as instructed.
“Ask your people here, Mr. Taverio.”
- Good. “Javerio took the walkie-talkie,” Tim, Nuir, enter.

Two strong guys in a military uniform of Eastern Satrapia entered the laboratory. They with undisguised interest mowed down on a lovely, naked girl on her knees with an exotic appearance that would become quite familiar after the war: dark straight hair, pale skin and orange-colored eyes.
Stern again commanded:
- Serve the front veterans as expected, Laura.

The girl crawled up to the fighters on her knees, deftly unzipped their pants and without hesitation took the member of one of them in her mouth. The second she skillfully and quickly nadrachila. Haverio, too, unbuttoned his fly, approached Laura from behind, raised her ass and easily entered her with his tense male organ. He eagerly and aggressively dug her slippery gap when she swallowed the sperm of one of the fighters and took a member of the other in her mouth. They were simultaneously putting the girl on their limbs so that Laura barely touched the floor with her legs. Haverio drew a member from the squishing hole and settled down to the wrinkled ring of the anus. The head penetrated easily, his cock tightly clasped the sphincter ring. Haverio now fucked a small, sweet ass. Sparks of pleasure ran through his strong military body. Finally, he and the fighter, moaning hoarsely, erupted into her gut and sat down to rest, tired but satisfied. The girl was on her knees, collecting the remnants of sperm from her body and sending it into her mouth with a smile.

- Well, how do you like our new development? - Stern did not doubt that she liked the guests.
“Excellent,” Javerio could not catch his breath, all the same years let her know, “I think she will have a lot of work on the front.”
- I hope our agreement is valid?
- Of course, nobody will touch the factory. Old fool Mustafa will never know about anything.
- Good. - Stern turned to Laura, - put yourself in order and get ready. You are going to the western front. You have been entrusted with the honorable mission of raising the morale of our soldiers and officers in the struggle for the greatness of our great Motherland and the health of the greatest of the satraps - Mustafa the Thunder-like!
Laura got up, took the stand quietly and loudly and joyfully shouted:
- Hail, our great and wise Corporation!
Stern laughed loudly and solemnly added, putting his hand to his heart:
- Glory through the ages!

***
Part 12. Baby Lolo.
In Sarysh, despite January, it was warm and rainy. There has never been a real winter here, but only a gray, wet autumn. The city seemed to the detachment even stranger than Temen. Although there were no mighty walls and a dome, and the streets were not as straight as in the cities of the Principality, yet it was a big city with avenues, parks and skyscrapers. But Sarysh was more like a huge village, with its two-three-storey houses and curves and branchy, hilly streets, which were buried in mud and puddles. And the people here were not as diverse as in Tumen, mostly typical Central Asians and mutants.

They walked past the crowded and noisy fish market, located right on the shore of the Balkhash Sea. Kiki, as always, showed her curiosity:
“Why don't the satrapists build walls and domes?”
Quint was thinking about something and was silent. For him, as if she knew more than others, she answered:
- One client told me that they consider them useless, and that in the event of an attack, they will not save anyone.
“You’ll be able to discourage all your customers with your chatter,” Gerda had long disliked this petty talker, “better shut up than spread rumors.”

But Sealy was unstoppable:
- And they say that the tectonic weapon was not applied by the Satrapia. The satrapies then did not even exist yet, neither East nor South.
She was interrupted by Quint's agitated voice.
- Here we are on the spot.
The detachment stopped near an inconspicuous, dingy two-story structure with a neon sign: "Baby Lolo Massage Salon." Above the entrance, a half-naked halographic girl with orange eyes beckoned with invisible clients.

***
In such an early morning hour customers in the cabin was not observed. She was met by the mistress herself, baby Lolo, who looked exactly like a hologram. The girls immediately recognized her in her - the same android as they. The door was held by a security guard, hefty, larger even by Hammy. His dull bear face watched the guests carefully. Everyone looked dumbfounded at such an unusual human individual, and Gerda only sniffed contemptuously.
Quint and the hostess retired to her apartment while the others waited downstairs.

- So now you're Lolo? “Quint didn't like her new name very much.”
“Well, these Asians like these names: Lolo, Mimi, Xia, Kiki ...” the hostess sighed sadly, “so you have to adjust.” And what does it matter? Was Laura, became Lolo. Does it matter?
- Perhaps you are right. Especially since you spent your whole life in satrapies.
- Well, why? - Laura sadly smiled, - There was a short period of life in the Ural Republic.
- Do not remind.
- Well, why? You were then young, hot, desperate and adventurous. And now it has not changed much, as I can see.
- What can not be said about you.
- Are you about hair? - Lolo stroked her blond curly hair - fashion is so transient, now blondes are at the peak of popularity.
- I'm old fashioned.
- I know. Come to the point. what is required of me?

- You know. We need to break into the factory and kidnap the body.
- This is a big risk.
- I pay a lot.
- Yes, and the factory is across the sea, in the mountains, in Karakol.
- I know. You will lead us there.
“I promised you a guide, but it won't be me.”
“No, you,” Quint looked sternly at Lolo.
- Max knows the road as well, and even better.
- Max will not be able to penetrate the factory with his bear face.
- I'm not going to get there either. We did not agree on this.

Quint leaned back in his chair, sighed heavily:
- You confuse something, apparently, and something you forget.
- Whoever remembers the old, that eye out. So it seems you are talking?
Quint got up, walked over to Lolo and whispered in her ear:
- And they also say: the debt is red.
He grabbed Lolo's hair with one hand, jerked her out of his chair and threw it on the bed. With his second hand, he unzipped his fly and lowered his pants.

“You are still with me, stupid tin!” I will remind you who you are!
Quint rudely put the girl with cancer, with a bang he tore off her panties and abruptly entered her ass to the full depth.
- So, blyudyushka, you will now know how to contradict the veteran of the Ural war who saved your crappy body!
He violently stretched elastic girl's ass on his dick, faster and more sweeping, sharper and deeper. Lolo ... Read more →