Posted by Ay-Wun on September 28, 2006 at 20:54:13:
"CloneCo, if you know the extension you want press one,then the extension number. If you want to place an order, press two. If you want tech support, press three. If you wa...."
"CloneCo Tech Support, if you want Clemmy support, press one. If you want CeeCee support, press tw...."
"CeeCee Tech Support, please indicate your CeeCee model by pressing the letter on the keypad, and wait for a live technician to answer your questions."
"This call may be monitored for quality control."
"CeeCee Tech Support, what's your problem?"
"Are you alive?" asked Brad.
"I sure am, what can I do for you?" said the techie.
"She won't come out," said Brad in a pleading voice. "Every time I try the remote, a red light on top of the stassis box blinks a few times, but nothing else happens."
"Which button did you press?" said the techie,
"Activate, what else would I press, it always worked before." answered Brad.
"How many times have you used your CeeCee?" asked the techie.
"Let me see, uh, five times I think, yeah five times." said Brad.
"Did anything unusual occur the last time you used her?" asked the techie.
"Well, I thought it odd that she reassembled without anyone using the remote." answered Brad.
"Hmmm, what were you doing at that time?" asked the techie.
"We were eating her." Brad responded.
"Suppose," said the techie, "You tell me what occured from the beginning of the last activation."
"OK", said Brad, "Well, my brother Bob, his wife Jan, and their three kids Bobby, Janey, and Sid were there, my brother in law Joe, my wife Meg, and my two teen agers Tim, and Joey. We were planning a little family orgy, followed by a spit roast barbecue, and maybe a little more sex with CeeCee after she reassembled.
So, they're all standing around watching. Except for my family, Joe was the only one who'd seen CeeCee. Anyhow, I pushed "Activate" on the remote, and the top splits down the middle, and resesses into the sides, and there's CeeCee, lookin' like a million bucks. well you know how she is, sort of a cross between Renee O'Connor, and Alicia Silverstone, I mean fabulous.
Joe and my boys were drooling before the box opened, hell, so was I. When he saw her, Bob's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and Bobby blushed as he tried to cover the sudden bulge in his pants.
Then she sits up, it's really like she floats up, and says,
'I'm CeeCee, my favorite spanish phrase is 'Si Si', if you know what I mean, do you want my meat or do you want to give me yours?',
Well, you know how she looks in that sexy black bra and panty outfit. Say, is it really edible, we haven't tried it?"
"You bet it is," said the techie, "The black ones taste like licorice, she'll change the color and flavor once you try them."
"Aaaall right!" enthused Brad, as he continued,
"So I tell her that we're gonna have a good old fashioned orgy, then have her as a spit roast. So she says,
'We'd better get started then,' as she eases out of the box, 'Who's first?" She sees Bob and says, 'You're new here, and you too,' she says turning to Bobby, 'Do you two want to to double up on me?'
Bob looks over at me like a dog begging at the dinner table. Well, I'd been wanting to give Jan a shot for a long time, so I told him to be my guest.
Father and son led CeeCee over to one of the sofas, and they got right to it, while I snuggled up to Jan. I didn't know it, but Meg and Jan had a day time thing going on while us guys were at work, so she joined up with me.
Joe had been eying seventeen year old Janey since he first saw her, so he and my boys kind of took possession. I was too busy with Jan and Meg to pay much attention to what else was going on, but I looked over once and saw little Sid whacking off in a corner.
There wasn't much talk for the next two hours, just a lot of switching and doing, in just about any kind of combination you can imagine. We were all kind of running out of spunk, when CeeCee says,
'Hey Brad, you'd better get me cooking if you want to eat anywhere near dinner time.'
That made sense, so I got out the spitting frame we'd bought from the accessory catalog. CeeCee gets right down on it, the spit's on its rollers, lined up perfectly with her pretty pussy.
'Next time I'll try the asshole setting.' I thought.
As I rolled the spit up and into CeeCee's pretty hole, she'd just finished putting the juice to her gorgeous tits, making them bulge even more impressively than they did before. I asked her if she was ready, and she just raised a hand and swept it forward in the old cavelry charge sign.
The spit on its rollers moved like greased lightning, I guess she was pretty well lubricated too, and it just slid right through her and out her mouth. She reached a hand under herself, and did that unzip the belly thing, and her guts plopped down into the bin below. When I saw that the first time, I asked if it hurt, she told me it used to, but now it gives her so much pleasure, she has to keep herself from cumming until just before she finishes whatever type of process is needed.
Either she did it, or something automatic took over, you know more about that than I do, but as the spit came out of her mouth, snap links popped out of her ankles and wrists. She lifted her arms and locked her wrists together , then right after I inserted and locked the anal stabilizer, she locked her ankles to the back end of it. Boy you guys think of everything, don't you.
I'd started the charcoal just before I activated her, so by now the coals were hot as hell. I released the brakes on the frame's wheels, and rolled her out to the patio. Joe helped me lift her onto the spit chocks, and her weight activated the motor that turned her over the coals.
She twitched violently, and I knew she was having a super orgasm. She squirmed for quite a while, and every five or ten minutes she gave a big twitch, she must have been having a really great time. We quickly basted her, she seemed to like that too. I assigned my boys to keep her basted, and they did a great job of it, especially on her pussy and tits. Oh well, boys will be boys.
While CeeCee was roasting we all sat and watched TV, and chatted, actually, we fooled around a bit too, but we couldn't do too much of that since the girls had to spend some time in the kitchen getting the rest of the dinner ready.
Finally, she was done golden brown, and we put her back onto the rack and slid the spit out, and eased her down onto the tray that I'd replaced the gut bin with. We wheeled her into the dining room and lifted her onto the table.
All the rest of the food was already there, and so were all the folks, so I began carving her, and we all dug in to eat. I'd almost had my fill, and wasn't paying too much attention to what was being said at the table. She tasted so damn good, I was nearly in heaven. When somebody said something, and suddenly pieces of meat rolled off of plates, jumped off forks, and wriggled out of hands that were holding them, rolling and writhing, those chunks of meat and bones converged on the platter, the guts came like a snake from wherever Meg had put the bin.
We all sat there shocked as all those pieces did that tentacle thing and linked up, and started growing new flesh. Her head flesh turned from its cooked brown back to its peaches and cream complexion. The eyes popped open and glared angrily at anything in her field of view. At last, it all came together again, and it wasn't a pile of bones and flesh on the table, it was CeeCee.
She hopped down from the table, and stamped over to her box. Just as she got in she turned back to us and screamed something that was totally unintelligible to me, then she lay down, and the lid literally slammed shut. It's been that way ever since.
I asked everybody if they understood what CeeCee said,Bob said that it sounded like Chitlins."
"Oh man!" said the techie, "I know what you did and I hope I know how to solve your problem."
He told Brad to get everybody from the dinner party together and gathered next to the stassis box. He had him write down a script and make a copy for each person. When they were all ready, Brad held down the switch for the microphone built into the remote. At that moment, the red light came on on top of the box. They spoke in unison,
"CeeCee, we're very, very sorry! you are delicious! Ambrosia! The finest tasting meat in existence!! Above all, you don't taste one bit like chicken!!!"
The light turned Green.
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"CloneCo, if you know the extension you want press one,then the extension number. If you want to place an order, press two. If you want tech support, press three. If you wa...."
"CloneCo Tech Support, if you want Clemmy support, press one. If you want CeeCee support, press tw...."
"CeeCee Tech Support, please indicate your CeeCee model by pressing the letter on the keypad, and wait for a live technician to answer your questions."
"This call may be monitored for quality control."
"CeeCee Tech Support, what's your problem?"
"Are you alive?" asked Brad.
"I sure am, what can I do for you?" said the techie.
"She won't come out," said Brad in a pleading voice. "Every time I try the remote, a red light on top of the stassis box blinks a few times, but nothing else happens."
"Which button did you press?" said the techie,
"Activate, what else would I press, it always worked before." answered Brad.
"How many times have you used your CeeCee?" asked the techie.
"Let me see, uh, five times I think, yeah five times." said Brad.
"Did anything unusual occur the last time you used her?" asked the techie.
"Well, I thought it odd that she reassembled without anyone using the remote." answered Brad.
"Hmmm, what were you doing at that time?" asked the techie.
"We were eating her." Brad responded.
"Suppose," said the techie, "You tell me what occured from the beginning of the last activation."
"OK", said Brad, "Well, my brother Bob, his wife Jan, and their three kids Bobby, Janey, and Sid were there, my brother in law Joe, my wife Meg, and my two teen agers Tim, and Joey. We were planning a little family orgy, followed by a spit roast barbecue, and maybe a little more sex with CeeCee after she reassembled.
So, they're all standing around watching. Except for my family, Joe was the only one who'd seen CeeCee. Anyhow, I pushed "Activate" on the remote, and the top splits down the middle, and resesses into the sides, and there's CeeCee, lookin' like a million bucks. well you know how she is, sort of a cross between Renee O'Connor, and Alicia Silverstone, I mean fabulous.
Joe and my boys were drooling before the box opened, hell, so was I. When he saw her, Bob's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and Bobby blushed as he tried to cover the sudden bulge in his pants.
Then she sits up, it's really like she floats up, and says,
'I'm CeeCee, my favorite spanish phrase is 'Si Si', if you know what I mean, do you want my meat or do you want to give me yours?',
Well, you know how she looks in that sexy black bra and panty outfit. Say, is it really edible, we haven't tried it?"
"You bet it is," said the techie, "The black ones taste like licorice, she'll change the color and flavor once you try them."
"Aaaall right!" enthused Brad, as he continued,
"So I tell her that we're gonna have a good old fashioned orgy, then have her as a spit roast. So she says,
'We'd better get started then,' as she eases out of the box, 'Who's first?" She sees Bob and says, 'You're new here, and you too,' she says turning to Bobby, 'Do you two want to to double up on me?'
Bob looks over at me like a dog begging at the dinner table. Well, I'd been wanting to give Jan a shot for a long time, so I told him to be my guest.
Father and son led CeeCee over to one of the sofas, and they got right to it, while I snuggled up to Jan. I didn't know it, but Meg and Jan had a day time thing going on while us guys were at work, so she joined up with me.
Joe had been eying seventeen year old Janey since he first saw her, so he and my boys kind of took possession. I was too busy with Jan and Meg to pay much attention to what else was going on, but I looked over once and saw little Sid whacking off in a corner.
There wasn't much talk for the next two hours, just a lot of switching and doing, in just about any kind of combination you can imagine. We were all kind of running out of spunk, when CeeCee says,
'Hey Brad, you'd better get me cooking if you want to eat anywhere near dinner time.'
That made sense, so I got out the spitting frame we'd bought from the accessory catalog. CeeCee gets right down on it, the spit's on its rollers, lined up perfectly with her pretty pussy.
'Next time I'll try the asshole setting.' I thought.
As I rolled the spit up and into CeeCee's pretty hole, she'd just finished putting the juice to her gorgeous tits, making them bulge even more impressively than they did before. I asked her if she was ready, and she just raised a hand and swept it forward in the old cavelry charge sign.
The spit on its rollers moved like greased lightning, I guess she was pretty well lubricated too, and it just slid right through her and out her mouth. She reached a hand under herself, and did that unzip the belly thing, and her guts plopped down into the bin below. When I saw that the first time, I asked if it hurt, she told me it used to, but now it gives her so much pleasure, she has to keep herself from cumming until just before she finishes whatever type of process is needed.
Either she did it, or something automatic took over, you know more about that than I do, but as the spit came out of her mouth, snap links popped out of her ankles and wrists. She lifted her arms and locked her wrists together , then right after I inserted and locked the anal stabilizer, she locked her ankles to the back end of it. Boy you guys think of everything, don't you.
I'd started the charcoal just before I activated her, so by now the coals were hot as hell. I released the brakes on the frame's wheels, and rolled her out to the patio. Joe helped me lift her onto the spit chocks, and her weight activated the motor that turned her over the coals.
She twitched violently, and I knew she was having a super orgasm. She squirmed for quite a while, and every five or ten minutes she gave a big twitch, she must have been having a really great time. We quickly basted her, she seemed to like that too. I assigned my boys to keep her basted, and they did a great job of it, especially on her pussy and tits. Oh well, boys will be boys.
While CeeCee was roasting we all sat and watched TV, and chatted, actually, we fooled around a bit too, but we couldn't do too much of that since the girls had to spend some time in the kitchen getting the rest of the dinner ready.
Finally, she was done golden brown, and we put her back onto the rack and slid the spit out, and eased her down onto the tray that I'd replaced the gut bin with. We wheeled her into the dining room and lifted her onto the table.
All the rest of the food was already there, and so were all the folks, so I began carving her, and we all dug in to eat. I'd almost had my fill, and wasn't paying too much attention to what was being said at the table. She tasted so damn good, I was nearly in heaven. When somebody said something, and suddenly pieces of meat rolled off of plates, jumped off forks, and wriggled out of hands that were holding them, rolling and writhing, those chunks of meat and bones converged on the platter, the guts came like a snake from wherever Meg had put the bin.
We all sat there shocked as all those pieces did that tentacle thing and linked up, and started growing new flesh. Her head flesh turned from its cooked brown back to its peaches and cream complexion. The eyes popped open and glared angrily at anything in her field of view. At last, it all came together again, and it wasn't a pile of bones and flesh on the table, it was CeeCee.
She hopped down from the table, and stamped over to her box. Just as she got in she turned back to us and screamed something that was totally unintelligible to me, then she lay down, and the lid literally slammed shut. It's been that way ever since.
I asked everybody if they understood what CeeCee said,Bob said that it sounded like Chitlins."
"Oh man!" said the techie, "I know what you did and I hope I know how to solve your problem."
He told Brad to get everybody from the dinner party together and gathered next to the stassis box. He had him write down a script and make a copy for each person. When they were all ready, Brad held down the switch for the microphone built into the remote. At that moment, the red light came on on top of the box. They spoke in unison,
"CeeCee, we're very, very sorry! you are delicious! Ambrosia! The finest tasting meat in existence!! Above all, you don't taste one bit like chicken!!!"
The light turned Green.
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