Mairi - Part 1

[dubhdanaidh]

Mairi
by Dubhdanaidh
(Copyright June, 2000 Danaidh)

"So you're the new maid?" asked Alistair, the owner of a quaint estate in Alba.

"Yes sir," answered Mairi. "I was built and programmed according to your desires, sir. I hope I please you."

"Quite," answered Alistair. "It so amazing what they can do with gynoids now," as he walked around Mairi, gazing at her. "You're so life like. If I didn't know better, and if you didn't have tail, Id think you were an Adamannaich."

Indeed Mairi was quite the sight. Her auburn hair done in a lovely French braid. Her perfect figure in her maid's uniform. Her stiletto shoes at the end of her statuesque legs. Her pale complexion highlighted by her ruby lips, and lovely green eyes, which followed Alistair as he circled her.

"Beg your pardon sir," replied Mairi. "But I am alive. Sure I might not be organic, but I free thinking, and I have feelings.

"Quite right," replied Alistair, taken back by her reply. "Well I have to go now. Complete your tasks, then do as you please. Good bye."

With that Alistair left the room, leaving Mairi by herself.


"Well that was interesting," said Mairi to herself. "If I wasn't mistaken, I'd say he was quite fond of me."

With that Mairi gracefully left the room. Her body moving like a model's. Her heels clicking on the marble.

"Well hello there, Alistair. How are you?" asked Horatio as he turned around from looking at a news bulletin.

"Oh quite well. Quite well indeed," replied Alistair

"Well Alistair who is it now?" asked a smiling Horatio. "Who's caught your eye."

"Well to be quite honest its Mairi, my new maid," replied Alistair his tail paying the newsman for the paper to had in his hand.

"Come on my she's a gynoid," replied Horatio. "She's a gynoid. You'll go blind." Horatio said in a sarcastic tone. "But really tell me about her."

"Well how do I start," replied Alistair a big smile on his face. "She so beautiful. A body to die for. And her mind. Oh I tell you her mind. She openly corrected me. She's not machine, she's a woman."

Later that night, at Mairi's quarters, Alistair knocks at her door.

"Who is it?" asked Mairi her hair undone, reading on the couch.

"Alistair," replied Alistair.

"Come in," replied Mairi putting her book down.

As Alistair enters the room, he stops for a second. There in front of him is Mairi, her auburn hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. A slip dress on, revealing her body's curves.

"I was just reading," said Mairi her pale face flushing in embarrassment at Alistair's gaze.

"Oh really," said Alistair knocked out of his trance. "What were you reading?"

"I hope you don't mind," said Mairi looking a bit worried. "I borrowed it form the library. It’s a collection of supposed Ghost Stories. I really like it."

"Why, of course you can borrow a book from the library," replied Alistair. "This is your home."

"I particularly like the one about Glamis Castle. You know, the secret room, and clashing knights," said Mairi with a tone of giddiness in her elegant soft voice. "I imagine myself being there, seeing the story, and I feel kinda scared."

"Well there's nothing to fear around here," replied Alistair assuringly as he moved closer to Mairi. "There isn't a ghost that'd want to scare a pretty thing like yourself."

For what seemed like hours the room was silent as Alistair gazed into Mairi eyes.

"Well. I'm sorry sir, "said Mairi. "But I have to go to bed. You know, let my systems recharge, and repair themselves."

"Oh. Yes," replied Alistair like a puppy that had just lost its favorite ball. "Well I'll be leaving."

"Yes," said Mairi. "See you tomorrow. Have a good sleep. I know I'll probably dream of you," said Mairi, winking at Alistair as she the last part.


Slowly Alistair walked the halls to his room. Knowing that he loved Mairi, and also knowing Mairi was ready to toy with him.