Robot or Ghost?

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Copyright Oggbashan August 2019

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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I own a haunted house. It was a Vicarage until the 1930s but originally built in the 1810s. It is not surprising that it is haunted. Its garden adjoins the Church's graveyard but most of the ghosts from there do not leave the graveyard.

Inside the house I am frequently aware of the resident ghost. She was a mid 19th Century maid and a very large woman. At the time she must have seemed like a giantess because she was more than six feet tall. Her size was a partial cause of her suicide. She was engaged to the head ostler at the Squire's house. They were an unlikely couple, Like many men working with horses he was a small man and she was the tallest woman for miles around. Unfortunately she became pregnant by him despite their precautions. When she told him of the pregnancy he rejected her, saying he didn't want to marry a woman who was head and shoulders above him.

She couldn't face the disgrace of producing a bastard and committed suicide by drowning herself in the river..

Her name was Eleanor, Eleanor Simpson. The Vicar and his wife were upset by Eleanor's suicide. They would have supported her and the baby, but Eleanor didn't know that and was distressed by her rejection by a man she thought loved her. The coroner took a very sympathetic view, stating that Eleanor was physically and mentally unstable because of her pregnancy and hadn't rationally intended to commit suicide. She must have overbalanced while walking beside the river and it was an accident that she fell in. That meant Eleanor could be buried in consecrated ground. She was, right against the churchyard wall adjacent to the Vicarage garden.

Her former fiancé was discharged and had to leave the village to find work in London.

But Eleanor's ghost still haunted my house, the former Vicarage. She wasn't threatening. She just prowled the corridors. If I met her she would execute a brief bob to acknowledge me, smile and pass on. I frequently said "Hello Eleanor" as we met. Her smile would be greater then and her bob lower but at its lowest her head was still above mine. I had to look up to the ghost of Eleanor and move aside to let her massive skirts pass me. If I didn't, I would feel those skirts brushing against my legs and that was more contact with a ghost than I felt prudent.

I liked having Eleanor around my empty house. She seemed a benign and friendly presence, even more so since my wife had divorced me ten years ago for being a workaholic who neglected her. It had been true. I was the UK Sales manager for a large Japanese electronics company who were expanding their products sold to the UK. Now they were well established and my work was less demanding. My employers were experimenting with domestic robots. I had been sent an experimental robot that would be unlikely to be a production model without more development. The robot was too large for most modern houses. Saleable models would have to be much smaller but the one I had did far more than I had expected and could learn.

She was called Masuyo, and was dressed in a Japanese interpretation of a Victorian maid's costume with a very large white apron over a wide spreading floor length blue dress. She was as tall as Eleanor's ghost. Sometimes I mistook one for the other. Masuyo could perform most domestic tasks, cooking, cleaning, washing, bed-making etc. and could learn to do other tasks as well. She could be given orders verbally, by mobile phone -- she had her own one -- and increasingly just by thinking at her. I found the last method slightly disconcerting as she might react to a thought that I hadn't meant literally.

Masuyo looked more like a giant android than a robot. She was shaped like a woman with flawless skin but her face was usually devoid of expression as if she was asleep. Her face could express emotion if I asked her to. My thoughts could produce unusual reactions from Masuyo. If, for example, I was feeling sad or depressed, she might hug or kiss me on the cheek or just rest a hand on me. She would smile at me and even say "I love you, Graham". That was unsettling from a robot even when I knew it was in response to an unspoken thought of mine. I was worried that if there was a discrepancy between my spoken order and my thoughts that Masuyo would act on the thought not the order.

I had already expressed my concerns about this conflict in weekly status reports to the development team working on a commercial version of an android. They had disabled the response to thoughts on their development models while they considered the problem. They couldn't alter Masuyo without rebuilding her. They asked me to monitor the problem which they didn't think would be a real risk to me or anyone else.

Masuyo could and would order groceries to be delivered using the company's debit card which I would repay at the end of each month. She was restricted to my house and its grounds because the idea of a robot in public would upset the neighbours. They were used to seeing her around my house and garden and would even talk to her as if she was a human. Masuyo had taken some time to learn how to garden because at first she couldn't distinguish between a wanted plant and a weed. She had downloaded a garden encyclopedia and was now a better informed and skilled a gardener than me. My house was clean, well run, I ate well from Masuyo's cooking and my garden was the envy of my neighbours.

It was Masuyo's reaction to the ghost of Eleanor that worried me. Masuyo could see

Eleanor. I had explained that Eleanor was a ghost but Masuyo seemed to interact with Eleanor even more than I did.

One Friday evening I came home from work to find Masuyo on her knees in the churchyard removing weeds around Eleanor's grave. That was worrying. Masuyo shouldn't have left my property. I asked what Masuyo was doing. Her reply was even more disconcerting:

"Eleanor asked me to tidy her grave, Graham," Masuyo replied.

How could a ghost instruct Masuyo to do anything? Could Eleanor's thoughts be picked up by Masuyo?

"Why did you accept an order from Eleanor?" I asked.

"It wasn't an order. It was just a request," Masuyo replied.

"Why did you comply with Eleanor's request?" I persisted.

"Because you love her and she is important to you, Graham."

That startled me. It was true. I loved seeing Eleanor in my house. It went beyond liking. If Eleanor hadn't been a ghost, yes, I would love her.

"OK, Masuyo. Carry on."

I had a sudden thought.

"Has Eleanor made any other requests, Masuyo?" I asked.

"Yes. If I have time, could I tidy up all the graveyard. I could do that around my other duties over the next couple of weeks but Eleanor asked that I obtain your permission first. Do you agree, Graham?"

"Yes, Masuyo," I said. I was aware that windblown weeds from the graveyard had been making Masuyo's gardening more difficult.

"And..."

"And?"

"Eleanor thinks you have been missing female company because you love her, even though she is a ghost. She thinks I could, no should, provide the female company you're missing,"

"And could you? Does Eleanor think you can?"

"Yes, Graham. She is willing to advise and train me -- for you."

"How, Masuyo?"

"Like this..."

Masuyo stood up, wrapped her arms around me and turned my head up into a kiss. As a first kiss from an android who had never kissed before it was very effective, At first I struggled to escape from her hug. That was pointless. Masuyo is much stronger than me. I relaxed and enjoyed it. As the kiss ended Masuyo was still hugging me helpless.

"I think you liked that, Graham," Masuyo said, "and Eleanor thinks I should do it again..."

She did. How did Masuyo know what Eleanor thinks?

As the kiss ended Masuyo answered my thought.

"We are by Eleanor's grave. I can feel her presence here as much as I can in the house, and yes, I can read your thoughts, Graham. It is part of my system for accepting thought orders from you. I know that you are confused. Is it Masuyo who is kissing you, or Masuyo, ordered by Eleanor? The answer is Masuyo AND Eleanor. We both want to kiss you and I know you like it."

Masuyo kissed me again. She was right. I did like it. She finally let me go.

"I'll finish here in a couple of minutes, Graham, and then get your evening meal ready. I think you should change out of your work suit. See you."

That was a dismissal. I took her advice and changed into casual clothes after a shower. When I entered the kitchen I was surprised that Masuyo had changed too. She was wearing clothes with a much wider skirt over hoops that looked just like Eleanor's. As she saw me Masuyo twirled, spreading her skirt wide.

"Like it?" she asked. "Eleanor suggested that I copy her uniform dress and apron."

It was a close match but in modern materials. Unless I saw her face I wouldn't be certain whether it was Eleanor alive again or Masuyo. Masuyo didn't give me an opportunity to answer. She pushed me on to a kitchen chair before hugging me tightly to the bodice of her or Eleanor's apron. My head sank into her clothed cleavage. I couldn't speak and had difficulty breathing between two soft and warm perfumed breasts. Her hooped skirt surrounded my legs. Masuyo spread her legs until my erection was between them, lost in the folds of her skirt and apron.

When she ended the close hug I was panting for breath and still unable to speak.

"Stay there," Masuyo ordered, "Or..."

She picked up her original apron, threw it over my head, tied the streamers around my wrists and behind the chair so that I was unable to leave.

"While I'm busy, Graham, Eleanor wants to express her love."

As Masuyo moved away I felt two arms come from behind me to pull my head back against a different cleavage. The apron's material felt slightly rougher than Masuyo's but the effect on me was similar. If I was being hugged by a ghost I wasn't frightened, just aroused and excited.

"Relax, Graham, and enjoy this as much as I will," said a voice behind me. It was a dark and sultry contralto voice, very unlike Masuyo's slightly Japanese accented soprano.

"Yes, I'm Eleanor," she said, answering my unspoken question, "and I've wanted you for a long time."

Eleanor moved away from me before pulling her apron aside. She pulled my head backwards again and I met warm naked skin, She had unbuttoned her bodice and my head was between her naked breasts. She flipped the bodice of her apron across my face before tying it tightly. My head was imprisoned under her apron and resting between her breasts which were much larger than Masuyo's. She pushed her breasts together until they nearly met in front of my face. An inch or so more and my head would be completely surrounded by Eleanor's breasts.

"I know you can't see me as clearly as you see Masuyo, Graham, but like this you can feel me without seeing,"

I could feel Eleanor's warm breasts wrapped around my head but I couldn't see, blindfolded tightly by her apron. Then I felt Masuyo against my legs. She flipped up the back of her skirt and hooped petticoat before her panty-covered crease settled on my erection. She leant backwards. Masuyo's back pushed my head deeper between Eleanor's breasts. I was being suffocated between a ghost and an android. Surely that was impossible? I shouldn't be able to feel Eleanor and Masuyo had not been programmed to seduce me. Apparently Eleanor had taught Masuyo how to seduce me and perhaps Masuyo had shown Eleanor how to seem solid.

How didn't matter as much as continuing to breathe, squashed between and surrounded by two apparently large women who wanted me. Neither of them is a real woman but my insistent erection didn't agree with the rational thoughts in my head, and my head, clamped between two warm very real seeming breasts wasn't thinking properly. All I was aware of was two women controlling me. Masuyo stood up before I ran out of breath. Eleanor relaxed her push at the side of her breasts and unfastened her apron so that I could see Masuyo putting my evening meal on a plate.

They didn't release me from Masuyo's apron tying me to the chair with my wrists secured behind me. Masuyo fed me delicately as my head was still held against Eleanor's breasts.

At the end of the meal Masuyo released me from the chair but Eleanor held me as she retied my wrists.

"Undo me, Masuyo," I said, "That's an order."

"No." Masuyo said emphatically.

"No? Why not?"

I was worried. That was the first time Masuyo had refused to obey a direct order. If she could do that, was she safe as a robot?

"No, Graham, because that is not what you really want. You want to know what it would be like to be taken to bed and spend the night with two women that love you."

I might have insisted. Eleanor's hand clamped across my mouth. I knew Masuyo was right. I wanted to make love to the two of them. Masuyo handed a small hostess apron to Eleanor. Despite my resistance, Eleanor forced some of the apron into my mouth before wrapping its streamers around my head twice and knotting it. I was gagged into impotent silence unable to issue any verbal orders to Masuyo. My thoughts? I was too aroused to think clearly except that two women wanted to make love to me.

Eleanor passed me to Masuyo who slung me across a shoulder. My legs were hanging behind her and my face was pressed against the swell of her hooped skirt as she carried me upstairs to my bedroom.

Masuyo sat on the edge of the bed and moved me to sit sideways on her skirt. I watched as Eleanor took off her apron, unbuttoned her bodice and lifted her dress up and off. She was wearing a steel-hooped crinoline with the waistband below her obvious pregnancy bump. I had been surprised earlier that she had nothing underneath her upper dress when I was squashed between her naked breasts.

Eleanor seemed to answer my thoughts.

"My chemise was too tight to go over my bump," she said.

She positioned herself on the bed with her head on a pillow. She held out her arms. Masuyo passed me to Eleanor who put my head in her cleavage. I was against Eleanor naked body but still clothed, wrists tied behind my back, surrounded and almost swamped by Masuyo's large white apron, and gagged with a smaller apron.

Eleanor's hands reached down to untie my wrists. Soon a naked Masuyo helped her to remove the large apron, then undressed me, leaving me still gagged. Masuyo pulled me to a sitting position astride Eleanor's hips before she removed the gag.

"We need you to use your mouth, Graham," Masuyo said as she rolled me on to my back.

Eleanor's body straddled me and she moved up to sit on my chest. She lifted her bump to place it over my face. Her naked skin was warm and smooth. I had the impression that I was being squashed under the bump of a very real pregnant woman, not a ghost. Maybe it was the dim light in the bedroom but I thought of Eleanor as a very real person who wanted me.

She moved up slightly to cover my mouth with her sex. I extended my tongue to penetrate the warm wetness above me. As I did I felt Masuyo's heavy body across my legs and moving upwards towards my erection. Both Eleanor and Masuyo weigh far more than I do. I was being pressed against the bed by two heavy bodies. My efforts were arousing Eleanor. I reached up blindly to find her breasts with my hands. Eleanor's hands covered mine and encouraged me to knead and squeeze.

Masuyo's hands joined ours. Eleanor started squealing with pleasure as my tongue worked down below and three pairs of hands played with her breasts. My face was being battered by Eleanor's writhing as orgasm after orgasm hit her and my erection was painfully close.

Masuyo dropped on my erection, sheathing me in a warm wet space I hadn't known she had. Her makers had surpassed themselves. Masuyo was designed as a domestic android, a home help. If she had been designed as a sex robot, it is unlikely that her sex would have been better made. I couldn't tell the difference between being inside Masuyo or a desirable human woman. The impact on me was the same.

I couldn't hold back for long. Two large women surrounding me was too much. I bucked against Masuyo and erupted into her. She felt me reach completion and slowed down her muscles just gently holding my diminished tool inside her. Eleanor also stopped, lifted herself off me, moved backwards and placed my head against her bump.

I was worried. Although I had enjoyed the encounter I was held and controlled by two large women, who weren't really women, who were much stronger than I am. They didn't need to tie me up to overpower me. My resistance would be futile. Masuyo could and had disobeyed a direct order and I had no control over what Eleanor the ghost could do to me. Would they keep me a prisoner in my own house with no means of escape?

Masuyo read my thoughts.

"Don't worry, Graham. You are held..." (she tensed her muscles around my returning erection) "...by two women who love you and would never hurt you. All we want is to make love to Graham and make you love us, which you already do. Now it is Eleanor's turn."

They rearranged themselves so that my mouth was covered by Masuyo's sex.

Eleanor pushed my returning erection inside her. Masuyo reacted to my licking and my hands on her breasts almost the same way as Eleanor had. She had to be more careful that her body didn't crush me when she started to orgasm. When she was satisfied and I had spent myself in Eleanor I was positioned against Eleanor's body with my lips against a nipple. Like that, cradled in Eleanor's arms. I went to sleep.

I woke up some time in the night. Eleanor pushed her nipple between my lips.

"Go back to sleep, Graham," she ordered. "Masuyo has gone for a recharge. Until she returns..."

Eleanor pushed more of her breast in my mouth. I went back to sleep sucking a ghost's tit.

Shortly after dawn the two of them made love to me again. Afterwards I was exhausted, satisfied, and very aware that two women had made love to me. I went back to a blissful sleep remembering last night's love making.

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When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised, not that Masuyo was there, but Eleanor as well, looking as solid as a real woman. Eleanor pulled me into a hug with my head against her shoulder before she sat me down and pulled my head against her clothed breasts.

"What...?" I started to say before Eleanor's cleavage silenced me.

"Eleanor's interaction with you has made her more visible and solid," Masuyo's voice said. "I know you like a solid Eleanor, and her breasts."

Those breasts were making it impossible for me to make a coherent response.

Eleanor only let me go as Masuyo put my breakfast on the table. I ate it with Eleanor's breasts resting on my shoulders and pressed against my cheeks.

After breakfast Masuyo left me sitting on Eleanor's lap and restrained by her arms hugging me while she cleaned part of the house. I was surprised again when she returned, took me from Eleanor and sent Eleanor off to do so more cleaning.

"You now have two maids, Graham, who can share the work, and you." Masuyo said.

"But I think you will have to discreet in your reports to the company's developers.

You don't want them to know that I have made love to you, helped a ghost to become solid, and let her make love to you too. Or that both of us can read your thoughts, and act on them despite a contradiction with your verbal orders."

Masuyo was right. I had to be circumspect in my reports. I now had a ménage a trois with two large women controlling and loving me. Every time I came home I was enfolded in a hug, kissed and welcomed by either a ghost or a robot or both at once. It was bliss.