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The big helicopter turned into the wind and began to descend. A minute later, it landed on the pad just off the beach. The pilot turned off the engine. Six men and three women climbed out. They were met by two men and two women. All four were very good looking, apparently in excellent shape. One of the helicopters passenger, Jim, CEO of Cyberdyn Systems, said to the others: "Welcome to Fantasy Island. These assistants will drive you to your cottages. We will meet for lunch in an hour. I will give you the final briefing on the companys development." His eight guests split up into four pairs. Each pair followed an assistant into a Mercedes. Then a jeep with a beautiful blonde came over the beach. Jim climbed in, kissed her, and drove away. An hour later, in the cottage of the host, the nine of them sat down for lunch.. They were all in casual clothes. The guests were all impatient. The brunette, forty five year old woman spoke first, very annoyed. "Why are we here, Jim? We are suppose to see how the project is going. I liked the show you had in the lab. I liked the scientists presentations. But I have not scheduled a vacation. Pretty as this place is, and it is gorgeous, I dont see why we need to waste our time coming to this island. You could have given us the briefing in the lab. I could have caught the afternoon Concord flight back to London. I want to give you the block of financing you need so badly. But I have to do a lot of homework before I can take it to my board." "A couple of days wont make any difference." Jim said casually. "How were the attendants?" "They were fine. Who care about them when we are talking about half a billion dollars. Come to the point!" All the other investment bankers nodded their heads. They were all annoyed. "Your attendants are the final products. They are all robots. On the other side of the island we have a lab for final assembly. But for this weekend, I told everyone to go on vacation. We will be alone for three days. Just nine of us and the robots. You can enjoy yourselves. Do anything you like. They are fully functional. Indulge in any fantasy you may have. Nobody will know. But you have to tell me how many attendants you want and their physical attributes. That will be one of the pillars of our success: supply whatever the customer wants specifically, quickly." Jim picked up a tennis ball and threw it at a brass gong. A door opened and his blonde driver came out. "Meet Alena, my attendant this weekend." His guests were stunned, then burst into wide applause. The investment bankers quickly wrote down what they wanted. Jim said: "Excuse me for a moment. Let Alena be your hostess for a while. I will get your companions ready while you have lunch." An hour later, as they were finishing lunch, they heard cars arriving. Jim made the announcement. "Please go out one by one. This way, you do not know what the others have asked for. They are programmed to fulfill your fantasies. You have to tell them the specifics. Several of them are for me. So nobody knows what you ordered. You may have noticed that each cottage is very far from the others. I designed it that way to protect the guests privacy. Mr. Hancock, since your company heads the syndicate, would you be the first to sample the ware?" Alfred Hancock, a medium built men in his early fifties, walked out of the hosts cottage. Eight cars and a large group of people were waiting. Four stunningly beautiful women in bikini came up to him. They took his hands and led him to his car. Ten minutes later, they were on the little beach in front of his cottage, making love. He could not tell it was a robot. He couldnt care less. It was the best fuck of his life. She was moaning and twisting with pleasure. Her pussy was so well lubricated and tight. It was sucking his cock too. Another robot was massaging his balls. That night, in bed, Alfred stroke the robots hair. "You are incredible. I dont think sex can be so wonderful." "Oh, that is just standard equipment we have. You know whats the best part? We can replace the parts in two minutes. We can do anything you want." Alfred had fantasized about being a sex slave for years. Being the male chauvinist he was, he could not bring himself to tell his girlfriends and mistresses, much less his wife. He wanted to be dominated and controlled by beautiful women. He fantasized about them controlling his cock and balls, letting him come only when they wanted to. He fantasized about being stopped from coming just before he shot his load. He fantasized about begging for relieve and not getting it. That night, he told the robots. The fantasy started next morning. He woke up horny as hell. He was surprised by the things a man of fifty could do, given the proper encouragement. He mounted the blonde and screwed away. The red head massaged his balls. Another blonde and the brunette were making love to each other. Alfred had never seen two women in love. He found it extremely arousing. He felt the pressure building in his balls. Suddenly pain exploded. It stopped his shot just in time. The red head squeezed his balls hard. Her hand was strong as steel. "No shooting until I give you the permission, slave boy." The blonde told him to keep going. So he did. But the red head did not let up. He could not come. Then it was the red heads turn to fuck, and the blonde massaged his balls. When he was about to come, the blonde squeezed his balls to stop him. The other two finished their lovemaking and watched them. Alfred was a wreck. After a while the red head moaned that she had enough, her orgasm was killing her. But Alfred could not stop. His need to come was too great to stop. He kept working his huge cock in and out. The blonde smiled and told the other two: "I need to rein him in." She pulled his balls hard. They had a tug-of-war. Finally, it was too much pain. The blonde pulled him out of the red heads pussy. The whole day was a long screw session. One of them always grabbed his balls and stopped him. They finally jerked him off at night, four pairs of hands on his cock and balls. His shot hit the ceiling. Afterwards, the red head kissed him. "You like to have your balls hurt, dont you?" "Yes, the harder the better." The next day was the same as the day before. Alfred was screwing one of the blondes and red head was pulling him hard on the balls, trying to pull him out. They were having a tug-of-war. All of a sudden, there was a ripping sound and she tore the balls off. Alfred screamed and screamed .. Epilogue: Alfreds accident resulted in a major overhaul of the software. Many safety features were built into the system. Cyberdyn Systems went on to become one of the most successful companies in the world. Of the eight bankers who went to Fantasy Island that weekend, only Alfred stayed rich. The others spent all their money on the robots.