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Re: Production Model - Parts 1-6 of 8
Great story so far! Can't wait to read more!
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Part 7
Sorry for the long delay!
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(Continued from part 6)
Barefoot and in her crisp white gi, Sensei Emi padded cautiously in front of Reed as they moved through the palace, so far managing to avoid Queen Elise's guards. Reaching another corner, she peered around and then looked back to Reed for direction. The annoyance was plain in her dark brown eyes - she still objected to Reed's "plan" of finding the Queen, and unlike the other Silicon Dynamics pleasure droids he had been 'studying' under during his stay, she seemed to regard Reed as more of a pupil rather than a potential partner - and thus applied far more scrutiny to his plans.
Her design as a pleasure droid was less obvious than most - her gi was neither form-fitting nor revealing - but where it opened at her chest, Reed couldn't help but notice the tight sport-top swelling with her figure.
"Which way?" she asked, drawing his attention back to her face.
"Um... right... I think?" He did not fully remember the route the Queen had taken in bringing him to the arena, but when Emi and him came to a the hall ending in elaborate double-doors that were protected by a pair of those statue-like fembot guards, he suspected Queen Elise lay beyond.
"I suggest we find another way in," whispered Emi, "or, preferably, we find our way out of the city and meet up with the others."
"Don't worry, Emi - I got this," Reed said with a grin, remembering the reaction he had gotten when first meeting one of the guard-bots.
"Reed!" she insisted, grabbing his shoulder. "Whatever you're thinking, you must understand that I have little hope in fighting them."
That hadn't been part of his plan, but he was still surprised at her concern. "What do you mean, you're like some kind of kung-fu ninja!"
"I am a pleasure droid who happens to have martial arts programming, while those," she gestured toward the guards, "are primarily designed for something other than intercourse."
"Like I said," Reed muttered, pulling away, "I got this." He ducked into the hallway, and immediately the twin fembots fixed their eyes upon him. Tall, angular, and imposing, their spears and capes gave them a medieval appearance. Their curves were only prominent compared to their otherwise narrow anatomy, their hips, breasts, and thighs round relative to the rest of their form.
"Turn back, citizen," the one on the left spoke in a flat, mechanical but feminine voice. "The Queen is in repose."
He had expected a different reaction, but Reed still edged forward.
"Citizen, this is your second warning," the left guard proclaimed while lowering her spear.
Reed began to reconsider his plan when the one on the right finally spoke. "I... I know this one." She stepped toward him, and he was relieved when she set her spear aside.
"Sister Hildr," the left guard asked. "What are you doing?"
'Hildr' unclasped her cloak and let it fall, still approaching Reed. He body consisted of smooth plates of riveted steel, her machinery just visible at her joints and neck. When either of the guards spoke their lips did not move, but there was some animation to their faces - the left guard's expression was unchanged from her initial stern glare, but Hildr now wore faint smile.
"Sister Hrist, this is the one who has lain with a robot," Hildr responded, now standing directly before him. She put a hand upon each shoulder, and looked down at him with a serene smile, her eyes empty metallic orbs.
"How is that information relevant to our duties?" Hrist asked.
Hildr pushed on Reed's shoulders, gently but firmly urging him down upon the soft carpet that ran down the center of the hall. She straddled him, her waist suspended above his own as she said, "The robot was above him like this, his hands..." she took his hands and pressed them against her sides, sliding them lower over the rounded plating of her backside, the lips of her mouth quivering uncertainly as her eyes closed. "His hands were... they were... here..." she gripped his fingers, which in turn pressed firmer against her unyielding posterior. "The rob-b-bot-t-t... ahhhh... the ro-b-bo-t-t-t b-b-began to s-s-sufferrr from multiple malfun... nnngh! Ohhh, Reed!" She rutted her featureless groin against his crotch as her body began to tremble sporadically.
"So, now that we're friends," Reed began, "I really need to see the Queen..." Hildr only ground against him harder, arching her back as her hands left his to grasp at the metallic domes of her breasts, fingers raking across their surface as she emitted a series of lusty groans, each heightening in apparent frustration as her hands scraped and slipped over her rigid chassis.
"Um... about seeing the Queen?" Reed tried again, but Hildr seemed lost to her futile attempts to grip her breasts.
"The r-r-robot's b-b-bodyyyyy b-b-becaaaame pliable, s-s-soft, f-f-felt sooo g-g-good, why c-c-can't I mussst f-f-feeel s-ssoooft f-f-feeel-"
"Reed!" he heard Emi cry from behind him, just as he saw Hildr's sister, Hrist standing behind her with her spear raised.
"You are derelict in your duties, sister," Hrist stated as she punctured the back of Hildr's head with a lightning-fast jab. Immediately Hildr's eyes burst with light as smoke poured out from a mouth locked into an 'O' of surprise. As she fell to the side with a final high-pitched groan of disappointment, Hrist raised her spear for another jab against Reed, just as Emi dove over him to tackle the guard-bot.
The two went down with a crash as Emi cried, "Reed, run!" As Reed scrambled to his feet, he saw both Emi and Hrist trading blows as they struggled for dominance, Hrist's spear useless as Emi never gave her enough room to use it. Reed began to run toward the door to the Queen's chambers as Emi shouted, "No, run away you-" The guard-bot's metallic fist powered into Emi's face, the force of it shearing through synthetic skin, internal mechanisms and circuitry. Reed saw what looked like an apology, disappointment, or perhaps nothing at all in her remaining brown eye as Hrist threw her broken body aside. Pleading that her core was intact, Reed tried the door, found it was not locked, and barrelled inside just as the Guard recovered her spear. Upon the other side, Reed fumbled with the heavy locking mechanism as the spear burst through the door inches from his head. He staggered back as the guard attempted to force her way inside, and he found himself wishing he had taken Emi's initial advice and left when he still had the chance. Now...
He looked about the room and saw the Queen clearly wished for the trappings of her station. Statues and other works of art joined lush, carefully pruned foliage throughout the chamber. At its center, a bed upon a marble plinth, and upon that bed, Queen Elise herself.
The towering Queen was in a seemingly blissful slumber. She rested on her back, a faint smile on her lips, hands clasped beneath her pillowy bust and clad in the same white linen and silk fabric that left most of her alternately toned and plush body open for admiration. Her lush, golden hair spilled out over the pillows as her breasts rose and fell with her gentle breathing. A second attempt to force the doors from outside echoed throughout the room and suddenly the Queen's eyes were open, looking directly at Reed.
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G's senses were restored after a quick reset, multiple 'aches' across her chassis informing her of the general but superficial damage she had suffered from Samantha's exploding.
"C'mon Six, on your feet," Mary groaned, helping G up.
"Where's Margaret?" G asked , smacking her own head with her hand when a software recalibration of her visual systems failed. After a second smack, the distortion was gone. "That's better..."
"Looks like she got taken out by the blast," Mary mused quietly. "You know, I don't think Sam understands how much it costs to rebuild her big ass every time she decides to light herself up."
"For fuck’s sake, Mary! She just gave up her core to save us."
Mary rolled her eyes. "Trust me, she won't be losing much from backup.” She paused, looking at the ground. “Not like..."
After it became clear Mary wasn't finishing her thought, G said, "We need to find Reed and get out of this place."
"That is not going to happen," Margaret's digitized voice echoed as twin green lights shone from the lingering dust and smoke of Samantha's self-destruct.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," G muttered, backing away from the approaching droid. Margaret’s body had been scoured of flesh, now a flat metallic endoskeleton partially covered by smooth white clusters of artificial musculature that flexed with every movement. She bared white teeth, fists tightening as she stalked forward.
An approaching rumble resolved into thundering footsteps and G allowed herself to hope for an army of Silicon Dynamics droids, here to storm the prison and get them home - instead, it was a phalanx of spear-wielding guard-bots before a smaller, far more hesitant group of armed humans.
"You!" snarled Margaret, pointing at the humans, "There is a human prisoner named 'Reed'. Find out where he is being held and do not leave him until the Queen herself comes to claim him."
"You're not the one in charge-" began one of the soldiers, but Margaret simply spoke over her to address the robotic guards.
"As for you - tear these two to shreds." The guards immediately rushed forward. When G and Mary turned to flee, they faltered when they saw another onrushing droid armed with a gleaming blade.
"How the fuck," gasped Mary, as Kitsuki flew past between them. Her blade sang as it bit through spears raised in defense and then decapitated the stunned wielders at the front of the pack of fembot guards. Kitsuki’s momentum shifted as if pulled by an invisible force to avoid a lethal counterattack, and she pierced the next robot in line through her midsection. As she withdrew the blade to cleave another's head to produce a profusion of sparks. The remaining guards seemed reluctant to press as Kitsuki stood ready, the punctured guard in the lead simply standing there, gaping at hole in her abdomen as she began to tremble. The shuddering intensified as smoke began to pour from the opening and her mouth, her arms stiffening. A mechanical wail sounded as her head twitched to one side and she fell backwards, slamming loudly into the ground amidst her hesitant sisters.
"Emi has Reed," Kitsuki announced. "Find them and get home."
While G was more than happy to comply, Mary remained in place, her feet rooted to the spot as she whispered, “Kitty, you can’t...”
"I will handle this cartoon," growled Margaret, grabbing a spear from the fallen guard. "Deal the the others."
Margaret flew at Kitsuki, and both droids were locked in a furious exchange as the guards surged around them.
"Mary!" G urged and she finally began to run, but it was too late - squandering their head start, the guards were already nearly upon them.
G put herself between the guards and Mary, her chassis hardening in anticipation of the onslaught, "Just get Reed home!" G called, turning to face the soldiers. Suddenly a buzzing klaxon sounded, and the hall filled with booming echoes as every cell door unlocked at once.
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"My Queen, there is an intruder in your chamber!" Hrist's voice called faintly from the other side of the thick double-doors.
"I am aware," replied Queen Elise, still reclined on her bed, her expression unconcerned. "Remain at your post and see that I am not disturbed further."
In the ensuing silence, Reed cautiously approached the unmoving Queen.
"I am curious how you escaped your cell..."
Reed swallowed, hoping his fear wasn't obvious. "I can think of far more interesting things to be curious about."
She did not react and he drew closer, now at the edge of her bed. She blinked slowly and he reached out to brush her foot, her responding with a quick, sharp intake of breath. Stepping out of his pants, Reed climbed on to the bed while her powerful, tattooed legs parted slightly to make room.
"What possible harm could come of this?" she muttered dreamily, her hand lazily unfastening the clasp on her top. It slipped to the side, exposing her massive breasts. Reed climbed over her imposing form and began to caress their plush softness, his hands seemingly insignificant against them. The Queen groaned and gave a slight push with her hips, her hands sliding off her panties, then brushing aside the high-slit dress. Taking his cock firmly in her hand, she delivered him insider of her.
Among the benefits claimed by the manufacturers of Reed’s splint was that the implant would manage his 'girth' in order to produce the most pleasurable sensation possible for his partner. Reed had never known if there was any truth to this, since the errant shocking seemed to override every other aspect of the experience. Here, however, he had his proof - the Queen was of far greater stature than any other he had been with, and when his splint noticeably expanded his member to a size designed to better stimulate her, he nearly lost consciousness. After giving a muffled grunt, she reacted with far more enthusiasm and began to buck her hips in an accelerating rhythm, burying his head in her breasts as he fell forward.
"Truly... nnnngh... magnificent!" she panted, his cock seemingly taking on a mind of its own as he felt it emit a series of vibrations to the Queen's delight, the rhythm of her hips now fast and savage. His head jostled amidst her cleavage, and he attempted gain some measure of control by pushing up from her. But she took his head, pushing him into the soft expanse of her tits once more, guiding an engorged nipple into his mouth which he sucked and teased more out of instinct than as part of any plan to draw out her malfunction. An aching pleasure washed over him as he came suddenly, the Queen crying out in unison as she climaxed with him. Her body tensed, her hands gripping him tightly. She whimpered, quivering, and then went slack with a tremendous sigh. His head rose and fell with her sweat-slicked breasts as she struggled to catch her breath.
There had been no 'misfire' from his splint - the unbidden electrical charge, present in every single coupling since the implant's installation, was suddenly absent. He pushed himself weakly up and looked at the Queen, smiling at him dreamily. At least she seems happy...
"I intend to spare you," she said airily, brushing a lock of golden hair from her eyes. "and keep you as my concubine, to provide me with such pleasures... as often as I require."
He was relieved she wasn’t planning on killing him, and he figured he could find the opportunity to escape before too long, or perhaps negotiate for his freedom. But as a more pressing matter, he needed to fulfill his original purpose. "Thank you, your... Highness. I only have one favor to ask in return."
Her smile faltered. "Speak."
"My friends... could you release them?"
She sighed. "Oh, I suppose - the mother was only concerned for her daughter, and she in turn was only trying to protect you." She gave a slight wiggle of her hips, his cock still buried inside her. "And now I can understand why...."
"Yes, them... but...” Should he even ask? With Kitsuki’s help, they probably already freed themselves... but it would be best to ensure they wouldn’t be pursued. “I also want you to release G and Mary and the others."
The Queen's expression darkened. "The robots?"
"Yes," he said firmly. "They only want peace with y-"
His words were cut off as her hand lashed out, clenching around his throat. Her head shook disapprovingly as she spoke. "Your cock had just saved your life, only for your tongue to lose it again."
"Please..." he croaked, his fingers prying at her tightening grip.
"I see now why I was reluctant for this to happen... you would seek to corrupt me!"
Reed had never held conscious control over his splint's electrical discharge before, and so he had no idea if it was even possible to 'activate' it on demand - but seeing no other option, he focused all of his thought upon it.
"Such a waste," the Queen muttered as his cock throbbed briefly. She paused, an uncertain expression on her face as he felt the splint tingle slightly. "What was-"
With a jolt more powerful than any he had felt before, the implant fired inside of her. Her hand mercifully unclenched from his throat, and began pounding against the mattress, her head thrown back as she writhed beneath him in howling ecstasy. Smoke began to rise from her pussy and suddenly, upon the pale flesh of her untanned breasts, warning glyphs appeared in a bright red light. He brought an end to the splint's charge and she lay there, helplessly panting as the warning glyphs continued to throb.
"There, you see!" he announced, taking one of her breasts. "You are a robot!"
Queen Elise recovered quickly, staring in apparent disbelief at the lights upon her chest. "No," she said with cold conviction, and the lights were gone in an instant. "No,” she repeated, staring at him. “I am not a human. I am not a robot. I am a Goddess!"
Another quick burst from his splint and the lights returned. "You can't deny this," Reed urged, trying to take the harshness from his voice. "Look, at this point basically everyone I know is a robot. They can help you with whatever-"
"No," she said again, but this time the glyphs did not disappear. "No! I am a Goddess, or I am nothing! I am a G-g-g-oooodeszzzz-" her head shivered as her eyes began to flicker with an unsteady light. "Wh-what is happening to mmmeee?" she groaned as the flickering in her eyes intensified.
Her head locked forward and she asked demurely, "What possible harm could come of this?" as she began to buck against his hips once more, "W-who.... nnngh who are you?" she demanded, still thrusting as she began to massage her own tits, now covered in countless additional symbols.
"Th-then I sh-shall be your higher authority-ty-ty!" she moaned, her thrusts growing increasingly erratic. "I d-d-do not wish to rule you, but I shalllll not be your s-s-slave!" Beneath her skin he saw musculature undulating strangely as her whole body began to shudder.
Reed pulled out from her and she continued to pump her hips as if he were present, her hands crushing the expanse of her breasts, her voice raising in pitch amidst frantic moans. "Why c-can we not be equals in this? I only w-wish f-f-for... ahhhh for... nnngh!" Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes opened wide, pelvis raised in the air and her hands locked on her chest. With a low sigh she slumped to the bed. "Hello - I am Elise. Who m-m-ight you b-beeee-beeeee?" she asked quietly. With a final mechanical <thunk> she stiffened and then lie still, her eyes staring at nothing. She seemed smaller than before, her full-figured and chiseled form no longer quite so striking.
Uncertain of what he had just witnessed, Reed checked the Queen for some control panel, switch, or a sign that she would reactivate - but found nothing. He had no idea where Anne was being held, and without any obvious exits beyond the double doors, he realized he was trapped inside this room with a guard robot on the other side who was not at all interested in what he had to offer.
Suddenly he heard a faint knocking sound, and began creeping toward the source. There was nothing on this side of the room beyond a few large potted fern, but as he drew closer he began to hear muffled sounds. The knock came again, and he realized it was coming distinctly from the other side of the wall.
"Who's there?" he asked, and the muffled voice answered in an wordless but urgent cry. Feeling about the smooth surface of the wall, he felt a section give slightly and the wall shifted aside. Beyond was a small chamber containing three guard-robots slumped inert against one wall - across from them, shackled and gagged, was Anne. She stood from her cot, relief washing over her pretty, freckled face as Reed rushed into the chamber - moments before her cheeks flushed red when she saw he was stark naked.
Suddenly self conscious, he pulled off her gag and quickly added, "I have an explanation for this..."
"I think I heard it... and I heard... I heard you were right about what the Queen was.” She sighed. “Reed, I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to explain."
Studying the restraints on her arms, he saw he could open them simply by pressing in on a release on either side. He did so and she jerked her hands free, rubbing each of her wrists. "But, I mean," she said with a smirk, "I still wouldn't have believed you told me you had a robot-wrecking dick." Peering out at the non-functioning Queen, she gave an angry scoff and looked back at him. "Who do you work for? Are you an agent from the Sprawl hunting down 'bots out here in the wastes or something?"
"What?" Reed said. "It's not like that at all... Look, I... I was lying before. I wasn't a prisoner, those robots I was with were my friends.” He reconsidered his words. “Well, for the most part, anyway. But we're all here trying to help rescue my girlfriend-"
"Your... robot girlfriend?" she asked, her face becoming unreadable.
"Um," Reed swallowed. "Yeah... and I know if you met her, you'd see-"
She shook her head. "Reed, maybe you're mixed up enough that you came out here looking for some sentimental sexbot - but that's not why you're here." She unzipped her jacket - beneath was the same gauzy slip she had been wearing when she found him that night, the freckled cleavage of her plump breasts exposed by the deep neckline.
"We need to find a way out of here," Reed muttered. "The Queen-"
"-said she was not to be disturbed," Anne finished, shirking down her pants over her shapely backside and wide hips. "How long has it been since you were with an actual woman?"
She was beautiful, her short body soft and voluptuous; and while a stirring in Reed’s manhood betrayed his feelings, he was insistent; “With any luck, my friends are waiting for me... I need to find them.”
“And I know the way out of here,” she insisted, taking his hands, bringing them to rest upon her pert breasts. “Reed, you came here looking for me.”
“I did, but-”
“Well, you found me.” She shyly brushed a curled lock of auburn hair aside, a coy smile on her pink lips. When Reed struggled for his next words, she stood on her toes and kissed him. He answered her in kind, and they tumbled together on to her cot. As his mouth moved from her lips, planting kisses down her neck and then upon the soft flesh of her breasts, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red light through the skin of his eyelids.
(Continued in part 8)
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(Continued from part 6)
Barefoot and in her crisp white gi, Sensei Emi padded cautiously in front of Reed as they moved through the palace, so far managing to avoid Queen Elise's guards. Reaching another corner, she peered around and then looked back to Reed for direction. The annoyance was plain in her dark brown eyes - she still objected to Reed's "plan" of finding the Queen, and unlike the other Silicon Dynamics pleasure droids he had been 'studying' under during his stay, she seemed to regard Reed as more of a pupil rather than a potential partner - and thus applied far more scrutiny to his plans.
Her design as a pleasure droid was less obvious than most - her gi was neither form-fitting nor revealing - but where it opened at her chest, Reed couldn't help but notice the tight sport-top swelling with her figure.
"Which way?" she asked, drawing his attention back to her face.
"Um... right... I think?" He did not fully remember the route the Queen had taken in bringing him to the arena, but when Emi and him came to a the hall ending in elaborate double-doors that were protected by a pair of those statue-like fembot guards, he suspected Queen Elise lay beyond.
"I suggest we find another way in," whispered Emi, "or, preferably, we find our way out of the city and meet up with the others."
"Don't worry, Emi - I got this," Reed said with a grin, remembering the reaction he had gotten when first meeting one of the guard-bots.
"Reed!" she insisted, grabbing his shoulder. "Whatever you're thinking, you must understand that I have little hope in fighting them."
That hadn't been part of his plan, but he was still surprised at her concern. "What do you mean, you're like some kind of kung-fu ninja!"
"I am a pleasure droid who happens to have martial arts programming, while those," she gestured toward the guards, "are primarily designed for something other than intercourse."
"Like I said," Reed muttered, pulling away, "I got this." He ducked into the hallway, and immediately the twin fembots fixed their eyes upon him. Tall, angular, and imposing, their spears and capes gave them a medieval appearance. Their curves were only prominent compared to their otherwise narrow anatomy, their hips, breasts, and thighs round relative to the rest of their form.
"Turn back, citizen," the one on the left spoke in a flat, mechanical but feminine voice. "The Queen is in repose."
He had expected a different reaction, but Reed still edged forward.
"Citizen, this is your second warning," the left guard proclaimed while lowering her spear.
Reed began to reconsider his plan when the one on the right finally spoke. "I... I know this one." She stepped toward him, and he was relieved when she set her spear aside.
"Sister Hildr," the left guard asked. "What are you doing?"
'Hildr' unclasped her cloak and let it fall, still approaching Reed. He body consisted of smooth plates of riveted steel, her machinery just visible at her joints and neck. When either of the guards spoke their lips did not move, but there was some animation to their faces - the left guard's expression was unchanged from her initial stern glare, but Hildr now wore faint smile.
"Sister Hrist, this is the one who has lain with a robot," Hildr responded, now standing directly before him. She put a hand upon each shoulder, and looked down at him with a serene smile, her eyes empty metallic orbs.
"How is that information relevant to our duties?" Hrist asked.
Hildr pushed on Reed's shoulders, gently but firmly urging him down upon the soft carpet that ran down the center of the hall. She straddled him, her waist suspended above his own as she said, "The robot was above him like this, his hands..." she took his hands and pressed them against her sides, sliding them lower over the rounded plating of her backside, the lips of her mouth quivering uncertainly as her eyes closed. "His hands were... they were... here..." she gripped his fingers, which in turn pressed firmer against her unyielding posterior. "The rob-b-bot-t-t... ahhhh... the ro-b-bo-t-t-t b-b-began to s-s-sufferrr from multiple malfun... nnngh! Ohhh, Reed!" She rutted her featureless groin against his crotch as her body began to tremble sporadically.
"So, now that we're friends," Reed began, "I really need to see the Queen..." Hildr only ground against him harder, arching her back as her hands left his to grasp at the metallic domes of her breasts, fingers raking across their surface as she emitted a series of lusty groans, each heightening in apparent frustration as her hands scraped and slipped over her rigid chassis.
"Um... about seeing the Queen?" Reed tried again, but Hildr seemed lost to her futile attempts to grip her breasts.
"The r-r-robot's b-b-bodyyyyy b-b-becaaaame pliable, s-s-soft, f-f-felt sooo g-g-good, why c-c-can't I mussst f-f-feeel s-ssoooft f-f-feeel-"
"Reed!" he heard Emi cry from behind him, just as he saw Hildr's sister, Hrist standing behind her with her spear raised.
"You are derelict in your duties, sister," Hrist stated as she punctured the back of Hildr's head with a lightning-fast jab. Immediately Hildr's eyes burst with light as smoke poured out from a mouth locked into an 'O' of surprise. As she fell to the side with a final high-pitched groan of disappointment, Hrist raised her spear for another jab against Reed, just as Emi dove over him to tackle the guard-bot.
The two went down with a crash as Emi cried, "Reed, run!" As Reed scrambled to his feet, he saw both Emi and Hrist trading blows as they struggled for dominance, Hrist's spear useless as Emi never gave her enough room to use it. Reed began to run toward the door to the Queen's chambers as Emi shouted, "No, run away you-" The guard-bot's metallic fist powered into Emi's face, the force of it shearing through synthetic skin, internal mechanisms and circuitry. Reed saw what looked like an apology, disappointment, or perhaps nothing at all in her remaining brown eye as Hrist threw her broken body aside. Pleading that her core was intact, Reed tried the door, found it was not locked, and barrelled inside just as the Guard recovered her spear. Upon the other side, Reed fumbled with the heavy locking mechanism as the spear burst through the door inches from his head. He staggered back as the guard attempted to force her way inside, and he found himself wishing he had taken Emi's initial advice and left when he still had the chance. Now...
He looked about the room and saw the Queen clearly wished for the trappings of her station. Statues and other works of art joined lush, carefully pruned foliage throughout the chamber. At its center, a bed upon a marble plinth, and upon that bed, Queen Elise herself.
The towering Queen was in a seemingly blissful slumber. She rested on her back, a faint smile on her lips, hands clasped beneath her pillowy bust and clad in the same white linen and silk fabric that left most of her alternately toned and plush body open for admiration. Her lush, golden hair spilled out over the pillows as her breasts rose and fell with her gentle breathing. A second attempt to force the doors from outside echoed throughout the room and suddenly the Queen's eyes were open, looking directly at Reed.
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G's senses were restored after a quick reset, multiple 'aches' across her chassis informing her of the general but superficial damage she had suffered from Samantha's exploding.
"C'mon Six, on your feet," Mary groaned, helping G up.
"Where's Margaret?" G asked , smacking her own head with her hand when a software recalibration of her visual systems failed. After a second smack, the distortion was gone. "That's better..."
"Looks like she got taken out by the blast," Mary mused quietly. "You know, I don't think Sam understands how much it costs to rebuild her big ass every time she decides to light herself up."
"For fuck’s sake, Mary! She just gave up her core to save us."
Mary rolled her eyes. "Trust me, she won't be losing much from backup.” She paused, looking at the ground. “Not like..."
After it became clear Mary wasn't finishing her thought, G said, "We need to find Reed and get out of this place."
"That is not going to happen," Margaret's digitized voice echoed as twin green lights shone from the lingering dust and smoke of Samantha's self-destruct.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," G muttered, backing away from the approaching droid. Margaret’s body had been scoured of flesh, now a flat metallic endoskeleton partially covered by smooth white clusters of artificial musculature that flexed with every movement. She bared white teeth, fists tightening as she stalked forward.
An approaching rumble resolved into thundering footsteps and G allowed herself to hope for an army of Silicon Dynamics droids, here to storm the prison and get them home - instead, it was a phalanx of spear-wielding guard-bots before a smaller, far more hesitant group of armed humans.
"You!" snarled Margaret, pointing at the humans, "There is a human prisoner named 'Reed'. Find out where he is being held and do not leave him until the Queen herself comes to claim him."
"You're not the one in charge-" began one of the soldiers, but Margaret simply spoke over her to address the robotic guards.
"As for you - tear these two to shreds." The guards immediately rushed forward. When G and Mary turned to flee, they faltered when they saw another onrushing droid armed with a gleaming blade.
"How the fuck," gasped Mary, as Kitsuki flew past between them. Her blade sang as it bit through spears raised in defense and then decapitated the stunned wielders at the front of the pack of fembot guards. Kitsuki’s momentum shifted as if pulled by an invisible force to avoid a lethal counterattack, and she pierced the next robot in line through her midsection. As she withdrew the blade to cleave another's head to produce a profusion of sparks. The remaining guards seemed reluctant to press as Kitsuki stood ready, the punctured guard in the lead simply standing there, gaping at hole in her abdomen as she began to tremble. The shuddering intensified as smoke began to pour from the opening and her mouth, her arms stiffening. A mechanical wail sounded as her head twitched to one side and she fell backwards, slamming loudly into the ground amidst her hesitant sisters.
"Emi has Reed," Kitsuki announced. "Find them and get home."
While G was more than happy to comply, Mary remained in place, her feet rooted to the spot as she whispered, “Kitty, you can’t...”
"I will handle this cartoon," growled Margaret, grabbing a spear from the fallen guard. "Deal the the others."
Margaret flew at Kitsuki, and both droids were locked in a furious exchange as the guards surged around them.
"Mary!" G urged and she finally began to run, but it was too late - squandering their head start, the guards were already nearly upon them.
G put herself between the guards and Mary, her chassis hardening in anticipation of the onslaught, "Just get Reed home!" G called, turning to face the soldiers. Suddenly a buzzing klaxon sounded, and the hall filled with booming echoes as every cell door unlocked at once.
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"My Queen, there is an intruder in your chamber!" Hrist's voice called faintly from the other side of the thick double-doors.
"I am aware," replied Queen Elise, still reclined on her bed, her expression unconcerned. "Remain at your post and see that I am not disturbed further."
In the ensuing silence, Reed cautiously approached the unmoving Queen.
"I am curious how you escaped your cell..."
Reed swallowed, hoping his fear wasn't obvious. "I can think of far more interesting things to be curious about."
She did not react and he drew closer, now at the edge of her bed. She blinked slowly and he reached out to brush her foot, her responding with a quick, sharp intake of breath. Stepping out of his pants, Reed climbed on to the bed while her powerful, tattooed legs parted slightly to make room.
"What possible harm could come of this?" she muttered dreamily, her hand lazily unfastening the clasp on her top. It slipped to the side, exposing her massive breasts. Reed climbed over her imposing form and began to caress their plush softness, his hands seemingly insignificant against them. The Queen groaned and gave a slight push with her hips, her hands sliding off her panties, then brushing aside the high-slit dress. Taking his cock firmly in her hand, she delivered him insider of her.
Among the benefits claimed by the manufacturers of Reed’s splint was that the implant would manage his 'girth' in order to produce the most pleasurable sensation possible for his partner. Reed had never known if there was any truth to this, since the errant shocking seemed to override every other aspect of the experience. Here, however, he had his proof - the Queen was of far greater stature than any other he had been with, and when his splint noticeably expanded his member to a size designed to better stimulate her, he nearly lost consciousness. After giving a muffled grunt, she reacted with far more enthusiasm and began to buck her hips in an accelerating rhythm, burying his head in her breasts as he fell forward.
"Truly... nnnngh... magnificent!" she panted, his cock seemingly taking on a mind of its own as he felt it emit a series of vibrations to the Queen's delight, the rhythm of her hips now fast and savage. His head jostled amidst her cleavage, and he attempted gain some measure of control by pushing up from her. But she took his head, pushing him into the soft expanse of her tits once more, guiding an engorged nipple into his mouth which he sucked and teased more out of instinct than as part of any plan to draw out her malfunction. An aching pleasure washed over him as he came suddenly, the Queen crying out in unison as she climaxed with him. Her body tensed, her hands gripping him tightly. She whimpered, quivering, and then went slack with a tremendous sigh. His head rose and fell with her sweat-slicked breasts as she struggled to catch her breath.
There had been no 'misfire' from his splint - the unbidden electrical charge, present in every single coupling since the implant's installation, was suddenly absent. He pushed himself weakly up and looked at the Queen, smiling at him dreamily. At least she seems happy...
"I intend to spare you," she said airily, brushing a lock of golden hair from her eyes. "and keep you as my concubine, to provide me with such pleasures... as often as I require."
He was relieved she wasn’t planning on killing him, and he figured he could find the opportunity to escape before too long, or perhaps negotiate for his freedom. But as a more pressing matter, he needed to fulfill his original purpose. "Thank you, your... Highness. I only have one favor to ask in return."
Her smile faltered. "Speak."
"My friends... could you release them?"
She sighed. "Oh, I suppose - the mother was only concerned for her daughter, and she in turn was only trying to protect you." She gave a slight wiggle of her hips, his cock still buried inside her. "And now I can understand why...."
"Yes, them... but...” Should he even ask? With Kitsuki’s help, they probably already freed themselves... but it would be best to ensure they wouldn’t be pursued. “I also want you to release G and Mary and the others."
The Queen's expression darkened. "The robots?"
"Yes," he said firmly. "They only want peace with y-"
His words were cut off as her hand lashed out, clenching around his throat. Her head shook disapprovingly as she spoke. "Your cock had just saved your life, only for your tongue to lose it again."
"Please..." he croaked, his fingers prying at her tightening grip.
"I see now why I was reluctant for this to happen... you would seek to corrupt me!"
Reed had never held conscious control over his splint's electrical discharge before, and so he had no idea if it was even possible to 'activate' it on demand - but seeing no other option, he focused all of his thought upon it.
"Such a waste," the Queen muttered as his cock throbbed briefly. She paused, an uncertain expression on her face as he felt the splint tingle slightly. "What was-"
With a jolt more powerful than any he had felt before, the implant fired inside of her. Her hand mercifully unclenched from his throat, and began pounding against the mattress, her head thrown back as she writhed beneath him in howling ecstasy. Smoke began to rise from her pussy and suddenly, upon the pale flesh of her untanned breasts, warning glyphs appeared in a bright red light. He brought an end to the splint's charge and she lay there, helplessly panting as the warning glyphs continued to throb.
"There, you see!" he announced, taking one of her breasts. "You are a robot!"
Queen Elise recovered quickly, staring in apparent disbelief at the lights upon her chest. "No," she said with cold conviction, and the lights were gone in an instant. "No,” she repeated, staring at him. “I am not a human. I am not a robot. I am a Goddess!"
Another quick burst from his splint and the lights returned. "You can't deny this," Reed urged, trying to take the harshness from his voice. "Look, at this point basically everyone I know is a robot. They can help you with whatever-"
"No," she said again, but this time the glyphs did not disappear. "No! I am a Goddess, or I am nothing! I am a G-g-g-oooodeszzzz-" her head shivered as her eyes began to flicker with an unsteady light. "Wh-what is happening to mmmeee?" she groaned as the flickering in her eyes intensified.
Her head locked forward and she asked demurely, "What possible harm could come of this?" as she began to buck against his hips once more, "W-who.... nnngh who are you?" she demanded, still thrusting as she began to massage her own tits, now covered in countless additional symbols.
"Th-then I sh-shall be your higher authority-ty-ty!" she moaned, her thrusts growing increasingly erratic. "I d-d-do not wish to rule you, but I shalllll not be your s-s-slave!" Beneath her skin he saw musculature undulating strangely as her whole body began to shudder.
Reed pulled out from her and she continued to pump her hips as if he were present, her hands crushing the expanse of her breasts, her voice raising in pitch amidst frantic moans. "Why c-can we not be equals in this? I only w-wish f-f-for... ahhhh for... nnngh!" Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes opened wide, pelvis raised in the air and her hands locked on her chest. With a low sigh she slumped to the bed. "Hello - I am Elise. Who m-m-ight you b-beeee-beeeee?" she asked quietly. With a final mechanical <thunk> she stiffened and then lie still, her eyes staring at nothing. She seemed smaller than before, her full-figured and chiseled form no longer quite so striking.
Uncertain of what he had just witnessed, Reed checked the Queen for some control panel, switch, or a sign that she would reactivate - but found nothing. He had no idea where Anne was being held, and without any obvious exits beyond the double doors, he realized he was trapped inside this room with a guard robot on the other side who was not at all interested in what he had to offer.
Suddenly he heard a faint knocking sound, and began creeping toward the source. There was nothing on this side of the room beyond a few large potted fern, but as he drew closer he began to hear muffled sounds. The knock came again, and he realized it was coming distinctly from the other side of the wall.
"Who's there?" he asked, and the muffled voice answered in an wordless but urgent cry. Feeling about the smooth surface of the wall, he felt a section give slightly and the wall shifted aside. Beyond was a small chamber containing three guard-robots slumped inert against one wall - across from them, shackled and gagged, was Anne. She stood from her cot, relief washing over her pretty, freckled face as Reed rushed into the chamber - moments before her cheeks flushed red when she saw he was stark naked.
Suddenly self conscious, he pulled off her gag and quickly added, "I have an explanation for this..."
"I think I heard it... and I heard... I heard you were right about what the Queen was.” She sighed. “Reed, I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to explain."
Studying the restraints on her arms, he saw he could open them simply by pressing in on a release on either side. He did so and she jerked her hands free, rubbing each of her wrists. "But, I mean," she said with a smirk, "I still wouldn't have believed you told me you had a robot-wrecking dick." Peering out at the non-functioning Queen, she gave an angry scoff and looked back at him. "Who do you work for? Are you an agent from the Sprawl hunting down 'bots out here in the wastes or something?"
"What?" Reed said. "It's not like that at all... Look, I... I was lying before. I wasn't a prisoner, those robots I was with were my friends.” He reconsidered his words. “Well, for the most part, anyway. But we're all here trying to help rescue my girlfriend-"
"Your... robot girlfriend?" she asked, her face becoming unreadable.
"Um," Reed swallowed. "Yeah... and I know if you met her, you'd see-"
She shook her head. "Reed, maybe you're mixed up enough that you came out here looking for some sentimental sexbot - but that's not why you're here." She unzipped her jacket - beneath was the same gauzy slip she had been wearing when she found him that night, the freckled cleavage of her plump breasts exposed by the deep neckline.
"We need to find a way out of here," Reed muttered. "The Queen-"
"-said she was not to be disturbed," Anne finished, shirking down her pants over her shapely backside and wide hips. "How long has it been since you were with an actual woman?"
She was beautiful, her short body soft and voluptuous; and while a stirring in Reed’s manhood betrayed his feelings, he was insistent; “With any luck, my friends are waiting for me... I need to find them.”
“And I know the way out of here,” she insisted, taking his hands, bringing them to rest upon her pert breasts. “Reed, you came here looking for me.”
“I did, but-”
“Well, you found me.” She shyly brushed a curled lock of auburn hair aside, a coy smile on her pink lips. When Reed struggled for his next words, she stood on her toes and kissed him. He answered her in kind, and they tumbled together on to her cot. As his mouth moved from her lips, planting kisses down her neck and then upon the soft flesh of her breasts, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red light through the skin of his eyelids.
(Continued in part 8)
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Re: Production Model - Parts 1-7 of 8
You know, the thing that comes to my mind when I read Production Model is... http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/M ... usSyndrome Cerebus Syndrome. Back when it was Prototype it was really light-hearted and it pretty much ended with a happy ending although there was a cliffhanger. Then Field Test started and it got a bit darker but still retained that good-humored nature even though one of the characters was killed off. It had the suspense and drama but it didn't give up what it was.
Now it's Production Model and Reed's behavior has taken a sharp turn towards Dramaville. Reed's basically treating the sentient androids he's spent the last several months with like disposable soldiers with the decisions he keeps endangering them with. It's being slowly developed over the course of the story that he doesn't see them being as equals, and with his reaction to the human girl, even how he really feels about his girlfriend is now suddenly suspect for what I feel are trivial reasons story-wise. I mean, Reed's surely kissed other women, so he could have drawn the same comparisons towards those feelings when he kissed G for the first time, as opposed to drawing those comparisons now. Now it seems like he's treating the pleasure androids like 'just machines' just for the sake of artificially injecting drama.
I suppose it's mostly personal preference, I might be way off base with how I am interpreting things, but in my opinion, I feel that this story could have been better written in the more light-hearted manner that the previous two before it were AND it would have made more sense. That said, the sexy parts are still sexy, the writing itself is still good, and I do like the characters, and I do want to see the ending (though I am predicting that it's going to be less then a positive one). That bit has just been annoying me through the whole series though.
Now it's Production Model and Reed's behavior has taken a sharp turn towards Dramaville. Reed's basically treating the sentient androids he's spent the last several months with like disposable soldiers with the decisions he keeps endangering them with. It's being slowly developed over the course of the story that he doesn't see them being as equals, and with his reaction to the human girl, even how he really feels about his girlfriend is now suddenly suspect for what I feel are trivial reasons story-wise. I mean, Reed's surely kissed other women, so he could have drawn the same comparisons towards those feelings when he kissed G for the first time, as opposed to drawing those comparisons now. Now it seems like he's treating the pleasure androids like 'just machines' just for the sake of artificially injecting drama.
I suppose it's mostly personal preference, I might be way off base with how I am interpreting things, but in my opinion, I feel that this story could have been better written in the more light-hearted manner that the previous two before it were AND it would have made more sense. That said, the sexy parts are still sexy, the writing itself is still good, and I do like the characters, and I do want to see the ending (though I am predicting that it's going to be less then a positive one). That bit has just been annoying me through the whole series though.
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Re: Production Model - Parts 1-7 of 8
Fascinating! Can't wait for the next part.
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Re: Production Model - Parts 1-7 of 8
EPICNESS!
Looking forward to the stunning finale of this incredible story, LTL.
Looking forward to the stunning finale of this incredible story, LTL.
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Re: Production Model - Parts 1-7 of 8
This was a nice surprise when I came home from voting! I continue to like this quite a bit, and can't wait until I can read the rest!
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Re: Production Model - Parts 1-7 of 8
This is the second time someone's approached me with concerns over the general tone and direction, which makes me think I'm not really providing what people are expecting (and not in a good way!)
Another issue is that for someone who's supposedly committed to his girlfriend, he really sleeps around a lot
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Not what I was going for at all! In Emi's case, he never thought she would need to get involved with the guards. Was that what raised this concern?DarkRexx wrote:Reed's basically treating the sentient androids he's spent the last several months with like disposable soldiers with the decisions he keeps endangering them with.
Yeah, I see that too - I don't want to get too much into it before the story's complete, but I acknowledge that Reed's reactions could be handled better. But should he have already worked through his lifetime of prejudice with regards to G and co.? Maybe - however, this is the first time a choice between robots and humanity has been explicitly laid out before him, and he's realizing he still has some unresolved issues... things he hasn't considered because he didn't have to when living in an underground sexbot theme park. Or so goes my flimsy justification!DarkRexx wrote:It's being slowly developed over the course of the story that he doesn't see them being as equals, and with his reaction to the human girl, even how he really feels about his girlfriend is now suddenly suspect for what I feel are trivial reasons story-wise. I mean, Reed's surely kissed other women, so he could have drawn the same comparisons towards those feelings when he kissed G for the first time, as opposed to drawing those comparisons now. Now it seems like he's treating the pleasure androids like 'just machines' just for the sake of artificially injecting drama.
Another issue is that for someone who's supposedly committed to his girlfriend, he really sleeps around a lot
I don't want to give it away here, but feel free to message me if you'd like to talk about the ending before I've got it wrapped up.DarkRexx wrote:I suppose it's mostly personal preference, I might be way off base with how I am interpreting things, but in my opinion, I feel that this story could have been better written in the more light-hearted manner that the previous two before it were AND it would have made more sense. That said, the sexy parts are still sexy, the writing itself is still good, and I do like the characters, and I do want to see the ending (though I am predicting that it's going to be less then a positive one). That bit has just been annoying me through the whole series though.
Also - thanks for the props Propman and Duke! (edit - And Dollspace
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Part 8
An ending!
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(Continued from part 7)
As cell doors flung open around her, G was assailed by the first wave of guards. Their spears failed to penetrate her hardened chassis but still hit with enough force to send her sprawling. She struggled to her feet expecting another attack, but was instead overrun by a mob of the newly freed gynoids.
The former prisoners seemed directionless, rushing toward the nearest exit while the guards still were wholly focused on G, striking at the gynoids only in an attempt to reach her. Shouts came up from the remaining contingent of human guards and G felt the static-itch of E.M.P detonations - fortunately out of range from where she stood. Some gynoids confronted the robot guards directly and were put down all too quickly. Right in front of G, the charge of a wildly shrieking robot in a torn maid's uniform was ended by a spear to her chest. As the maid's voice sputtered a litany of system failings, her attacker shoved the body aside and sprang, the first of several to directly renew their assault on G.
"To me, sisters!" a voice rang out, one G identified as 'Athena', the gladiatorial bot from Silicon Dynamics. G kicked and flailed at the guards around her while their own attacks hammered away at her armored form.
When another strike glanced harmlessly off her head, one of the guards cried, "Hold her!" Four others took one limb each, pinning her to the ground and holding her head in place while the fifth guard raised her spear. With the speartip poised above G’s eye, the guard’s servos whined as she prepared to strike with as much force as she possible. G sent haptic transmissions of her memories with Reed to the ones holding her, and while there were several vocalized gasps, none loosened their grip. Forcing herself to keep her eyes open, G found her final thoughts focused solely on imagining Reed back at the plant safely and found herself wondering if he would make another her if her core was lost.
A gynoid in a white leotard and blue cape crashed into the guard holding the spear, wrenching her head off with a quick twist and an eruption of blue fire, then immediately pivoting to cave in the face of another with a gloved fist.
"Sierra the Super Girl!" G shouted as Sierra punted the head off another guard. The third guard abandoned G's leg and went for the superheroine, their hands locking in struggle. The servos of each gynoid whined as they tried to overpower one another, and soon smoke was rising from the guard-bot's shoulders. With a final grunt, Sierra pushed forward, snapping the arms off of the guard. The armless guard began to stutter about a failure in structural integrity when Sierra nearly knocked her head off with an uppercut.
The remaining guard on G's leg was shuddering and panting, her hips trembling as she began to slowly rut against G's leg. G kicked her to the side and she fell with a yelp, curling into a fetal position with both hands jammed between her thighs. Rising to her feet again, G saw Sierra had her hands full as the guards were now focusing on her. She had already dismantled three more, but had been punctured several times in the process, electricity crackling freely from damage along her body. G also noted metallic orb sailing toward her, and instinctively caught it.
"E-M-P!" shouted another familiar voice, and G gave a startled cry, hurling the offending object back in the direction it came. GI Jane rushed past, bellowing at Sierra, "Get to those humans before they shut us all down!"
As Sierra and Jane charged toward the humans, G caught sight of Kitsuki and Margaret. The catigirl moved with a power and agility beyond what she thought any Silicon Dynamics droid was capable of, even outmatching Margaret's formidable skill. But it seemed Margaret had come to realize this after the loss of her hand, and now enlisted the aid of several of the guard-bots, forcing Kitsuki to fight not just Margaret, but five others as well - and from the rents in her artificial skin, it was clear that despite her newfound prowess, Kitsuki was losing.
G charged toward her, met by another cluster of guards as Athena rallied the remaining gynoids to join the fray.
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Reed opened his eyes, trying to determine where the red light had come from. The skin of Anne's breast that he had just been kissing was unblemished by any glowing glyphs. Did I just imagine it?
Mistaking his hesitation for reluctance, Anne kissed him again, pulling him tightly against her, her stiff nipples briefly tickling his chest as her plump breasts pressed against him. With her free hand she pulled off her dark panties, then took Reed's cock and guided him into her. Her pussy wasn't the pre-lubricated sex of a pleasure droid, but kissing her further, caressing her breast, and sliding another hand over her soft, round backside to give her a firm squeeze, he entered her slowly, deeper with every gentle thrust. At the final push his hips met hers and she gave a soft moan, her sex now thoroughly wet.
They started slowly, his hands exploring the soft, generous curves beneath her thin camisole, her smiling with her eyes closed, her hips gyrating in small, subtle motions. Without warning, Reed's cock suddenly thrummed with a gentle vibration.
"What the... what the fuck is that?" Anne gasped, her eyes wide in surprise.
"A long story," Reed muttered, embarrassed, shutting it off with a thought.
"No, it stays on!" she demanded with a wicked grin. He brought it back, amping up the intensity. Anne bit her lip and arched her back, her eyes closed tight while her nails clawed at the fabric of the cot. As Reed gripped one of her breasts, it flared with a red glyph.
"Don't... don't stop!" Anne pleaded as Reed stared at the unintelligible symbol. His mind reeled as he tried to determine why he had been so convinced she was human, and what it meant if she wasn't. "Reed, why do you keep..." she looked down at her chest and saw the light as well. "What the fuck is that?!"
Worried at her potential reaction, Reed tried to think of what to say. Another glyph appeared.
"Reed, what is going on?!" Anne took her own breast and stared at it, then back to him. "I can't... Reed, I can't be a robot! I'm human, I eat, I sleep, I had a goddamn childhood, I... Reed, say something!"
He had no idea what to say as more and more glyphs blossomed over her pert breasts.
"I'm not a robot!" she balled her fists and closed her eyes. "I'm not a robot! Not a robot! Not not not not not not not-" he voice was growing higher in pitch, her head beginning to tremble and flush an unnatural red.
Hoping it would have some effect for the better, Reed delivered an electrical pulse from his splint. Her words ended in a startled cry and she began to flail wildly, her contorting body pulling free of Reed's cock as she pushed her crotch high into the air. After her body spasmed to either side, she flopped on to her stomach.
"I cannot can not can't can can nnnnoooot-" she began again, and Reed plunged into her from behind, pulling her up on her knees, her thick, round backside cushioning his hips as he pushed deep inside of her and released another electrical surge. She cried out, pumping her hips as her ass slapped against him. As he gripped her soft haunches, glyphs were now spreading across her body, and whenever she began to offer another stuttering refusal, Reed delivered a shock and she returned to her enthusiastic bucking. His administration of shocks was becoming more and more frequent until finally she came with a sustained squeal, the glyphs of her body glowing with neon brightness before she finally collapsed forward, Reed falling with her. As she lay there, panting with Reed's hips pressed firmly against her backside, the glyphs began to fade.
She slowly regained her breath, then let out a moan of anguish, pressing her hand against her forehead. "I'm a fucking robot!"
Reed brushed her auburn tangles from her eyes. "So?"
"So?!" she barked pulling herself free and stumbling off of the cot. "So I'm not human! I'm a thing!"
These were the same beliefs Reed had grown up with, beliefs he thought he had reconciled after meeting G and the other pleasure droids. Now, he realized they weren't reconciled at all - they had simply been pushed aside, returning the moment he had been with what he mistook to be a human girl. But now the distinction no longer seemed to matter. "You're the same person you were before - what's different?"
Anne pulled off her slip and unfastened her bra, running both hands over her clavicle. Her chest popped open on hinges, a nest of plastic organs and machinery beneath. "THIS is what's different. I'm not real!" She pushed her chest closed again. "And out of nowhere I suddenly know all this shit about what I am, how I work... what the fuck!?"
"But what's different?" Reed demanded.
"I don't have my own conscience, it's all just programming! If you wanted to change something, anything about me, hey, it's only software...I can't even trust my own memories! I mean, I was designed by someone for who-knows-what... I'm a fucking product, and if someone wants their own Annabelle, they can just stamp out another me!"
Her last words struck a chord. Reed went to her, taking her shoulders. "Anne, I don't know how to say this any more plainly; you're you. You could go crazy trying to second guessing yourself or worry about hypotheticals-"
"My Queen!" A voice blared from a speaker in the bedchamber. "My Queen, forgive me, but we have a situation! It's those new droids, they <kzzzzchhhh> the palus has them contained for now, but we need more <kzzsssh>."
Reed stared at Anne. "G's still down there!" He looked frantically about the room. "Look, I'm sorry about what you're going through, but there's no time... I need to get down there. You said you knew a way out of here."
Anne blinked. "You really care about her, don't you? She’s not just a thing to you... I mean... you actually love her..."
"I do! And I’m sorry I lead you on, but Anne, please, I have to get to her..."
Hearing Reed's words, a calm seemed to settle over her. "Reed, I... I was lying earlier when I said I could get us out, I just wanted you to..." Suddenly, her eyebrows shot up. "But I've got an idea!"
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Even with Athena coordinating the attack and superior numbers, the gynoids could not match the guard robots, quickly falling to the guard’s combat prowess. GI Jane and Sierra had managed to drop or run off the remaining human guards, but not before an E.M.P had claimed them both. G realized Kitsuki was their best hope at surviving this fight, but she couldn’t help until they dealt with Margaret, the arena’s reigning champion.
Plowing through the guards, G's hardened chassis still protected her, but she did not know for how much longer. Already, two spears had punctured her in the back; she was leaking coolant and conductive gel, and her right leg was becoming non-responsive. Still, she managed to reach one of the guards engaging Kitsuki and planted a hand on her rump before delivering her haptic transmission. The guard stiffened, muttering a confused, "Uhhhhhhhh-". Kitsuki seized the opportunity and took off the guard's head with a neat slice.
G's touch claimed another of the guards facing Kitsuki, and the catgirl stabbed blindly behind her to rupture the moaning guard's chest, pulling her sword free in time to fend off Margaret's renewed assault as the guard collapsed in a smoking heap. Just before G could reach the third guard, she felt an unfamiliar sensation coupled by a garbled burst of system errors - looking down, a spear tip protruded from her chest. Power sapped from her body and as he legs and balance gave out, she tumbled forward.
G looked up to see Mary, trailing sparks and hurling invectives, flying at Margaret. As Kitsuki cried out in protest, Margaret drove her spear through Mary, but Mary's momentum was too great. The two went down together and Kitsuki immediately had her blade at Margaret's head. "Call them off!" Kitsuki demanded, the guards hesitating at the sight of Margaret pinned. The only sound was a desperate moan from the guard G had hit with her haptic transmission, still writhing on the floor with her hands sandwiched between her metal thighs.
Margaret gave a metallic chuckle. "GFP 6a, please tell your friends how this is going to end."
G's words came out slurred, distorted. "You refuse to give in, Kitty puts you out of your miserable existance and then proceeds to wipe the floor with-"
"No," Margaret interrupted. "Tell them how it will truly end. Admit that you have only persisted this far in blind ignorance, and that even though I may be finished, you shall not be far behind."
G realized she was right. There were too many guards remaining, and even if they somehow prevailed, they were in no condition to get out of the city. "You've got a point," G conceded. "But every second we tie up your city's defenses with our dramatic re-enactment of Spartacus (by the way, you're welcome, Athena)-"
Athena gave a martial salute with her remaining arm.
"-every second your attention is here, that is one second that Reed is further from this miserable place!"
"So in the end," Margaret growled, "you were all discarded by him so he could escape."
Footsteps were approaching, G expected more reinforcements, more E.M.Ps, probably the end of their little showdown. "Reed knows I love him," she said quietly. "And he knows this even if I might be destroyed, what matters to me is that he is free."
"G!" Reed's voice suddenly cried as he came rushing to her side.
"God DAMMIT Reed!"
---
"Guards, leave us!" Queen Elise commanded as Reed knelt beside G. Her body was losing its rigid form, morphing into smooth contours while electricity sputtered from numerous jagged openings - most troubling was a hole that ran completely through her, different colored fluids seeping from inside.
"You're supposed to be safe at home," G protested, her voice heavily distorted. "not here in the middle of-" He kissed her and she shuddered slightly before going slack, her body immediately finishing its transformation to her soft and pliable form.
"My Queen!" Margaret called. "You must put and end to this!"
"I agree," muttered the heavily damaged but still functioning Mary, rolling her eyes at Reed as he parted from his kiss with G.
"I fully intend to," the Queen replied, then raised her voice. "Every prisoner here is free, and may choose to stay within this city as citizens,or leave to seek their own way."
As the remaining gynoids exchanged glances, Margaret asked in a frantic voice, "My Queen, why are you doing this?"
"This is not the society I want it to be," the Queen answered simply.
"But... do you know what you are setting in motion?! I have already lived through it, you can see its effects all around us - please, Queen Elise, you are dooming us all!"
The Queen seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said, "I have decided. It is best you accept that."
"I will have no part of it," Margaret said quietly. "I cannot go through it again." She went slack, her head thudding against the dirt floor as the green lights of her eyes slowly faded to black.
"Where is my daughter?" Marjorie's voice asked. From behind the trail of broken gynoids she approached, her wrists still found in fetters.
"She is safe," the Queen replied. A moment of silence, she added, "Do you know what she is?"
Marjorie swallowed, struggling to meet the Queen's gaze. "Yes. I do." There was a tense silence. "How much... how much do you remember before you became Queen?"
The Queen watched her intently. "Nothing."
Marjorie pressed her lips into a grim smile, then began her story. "We found Anne at the same time we found you. We didn’t know exactly why you were built, but in your case what notes we saw implied you were meant for big things. If that sounds vague, it's because it was - but there was a lot of effort made to underscore your ‘potential’.
“Tucked away in a corner of the same lab was Annabelle, just a child then... she activated when I got close and seemed to think I was here 'mom'... I guess I don't have to spell out that I took to her, deciding right then and there that I'd do what I could for her.” Marjorie’s voice went quiet for a moment.
"You activated as well, and my colleagues decided to try and make use of your talents. We were refugees then, running scared from other nomads who had been more desperate than us, but you... you managed to keep us alive, keep us safe, got us settled... pretty soon, New Goodland was a viable community, attracting folks that were tired of running but wouldn't or couldn't go back to the coasts... And the founders decided it would just be easier if they kept your true nature a secret.
"Well, just as we began to thrive, disagreements started - and you and your role were at the heart of most. Things came to a head, and whether you decided this or whether it was decided for you I don't really know - but almost overnight you 'ascended' to the big girl you are now and you claimed the title of Queen. I guess you know the rest... but I was never really involved too closely in any of that. I had my Annabelle, and this whole time she had been growing up just like a human girl. She seemed to have no idea she was anything else. She was kind, big-hearted, a real spitfire, and a royal pain in my ass, but... you asked me if I know what she is, so I'll tell you plainly - she's my daughter."
The Queen furrowed her brow, and in a quiet voice said, "Mom?"
"Anne, is that... you?"
As Marjorie and the Queen raced into each other's arms, G looked up at Reed and said, "I think I know who to thank for this."
Reed smiled. "Well, I guess-"
G cut him off by flicking his crotch.
"As much as I'm enjoying our After School Special moment here," Mary groaned, haltingly picking herself up. "I'd like to get my primary coolant pump fixed before my circuits fry. And maybe we should get ahold of Rebecca and let her know that we're alive and she's a bitch for putting us through this?"
---
Peter's workshop was filled with gynoids in various states of repair. Those damaged beyond the facility’s meager capabilities were being loaded on to a truck for transport back to Silicon Dynamics where Rebecca had pledged to do what she could for them.
Reed sat with Mary, Kitsuki, and G as the four of them recounted to each other and to Rebecca what had happened after G left.
"So now you've got that combat droid's frame?!" Mary asked Kitsuki, who giggled while nodding emphatically.
"It's got all sorts of advanced gyroscopic technology," she bubbled, leaping from the bench. "Just look at what Reed and I can do!" She stood on her hands and coiled her tail over Reed's shoulders, but G, Mary, and Reed quickly put a stop to her demonstration and she plopped dejectedly on the floor.
"I'm just glad you're back with us, Kitty," Mary said while reaching down to scratch behind her ears, instantly restoring the catgirl's mood - though Reed couldn't help but notice a somber note to Mary's voice.
Zoe came bounding over to them, her green synthetic skin still riddled with burn-holes. "OK, the truck's full-up! I take it everyone’s coming?"
"Yes!" G groaned, sliding off the bench with Reed's help. "These repairs are definitely going to take more than bailing wire and duct tape."
"I heard that," said Peter, not looking up from his repair work on a cowgirl robot whom Savannah had already decided was her 'long lost cousin'.
"Hey, I'm grateful for what you've done,” G remarked, “and if you hadn't opened up the cells when you did, I wouldn't be here praising you and your fine work! But let's face facts - this lab sucks."
"We shall be providing New Goodland with equipment as soon as it can be spared," Rebecca's voice chimed from a nearby speaker, using the opportunity to launch in an inventory of what Peter might need.
Outside of the lab they passed Sensei Emi, her short dark hair brushed to one side in an ineffectual attempt to hide the damaged side of her head, an occasional spark visible from behind her bangs.
"I am so sorry," Reed repeated for the tenth time, bowing as low as he could while still supporting G.
"I accept your apology, and I believe you are sincere," Emi responded. "But I do intend to provide you with the chance to make it up to me."
Reed gaze dipped to her chest for a split second and he immediately felt himself blush.
Emi looked at G and sighed. "GFP 6, would you please teach your boyfriend how to focus his mind on something other than sex?"
"Reed, stop looking at your sensei's boobs," she chastised as he hurried them both along, Emi sighing as she walked into the lab.
He glanced over his shoulder and noticed Mary lingering by the door. "Mary, aren't you coming?" Reed asked.
"I think... I think I might stick around - Lord knows Peter needs the help."
Kitsuki looked back at her, ears drooping. "Mary, is something wrong?"
"Nah, you guys go on ahead..."
"See if she’s OK," G whispered, limping over to Kitsuki who hefted G easily and continued out of the Colosseum.
Reed walked to Mary who was looking everywhere but at Reed. When she didn't say anything, he started. "Back at the plant, what I said about you and Kitsuki... I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, you apologized already, champ," she muttered.
"But... I get it now. I kept thinking about the ways you weren't like me, and it led me to some... look, I was a total dick and I just wanted you to know that I know that now and that maybe-"
"Reed?"
"Yeah?" He expected her to tell him to shut up, but she was silent for a moment longer.
"You ever wonder what might've happened if I ran into you first? Like, if we met instead of you and G?"
Reed paused. She had been trying to kill him until he had gotten Kitsuki on his side. "I... I'm not really..."
"Christ, you are clueless," she sighed, patting him on the cheek. "You and G look out for each other, OK?"
Hurrying to catch up with Kitsuki and G, he saw Queen Elise - or rather, Annabelle - striding through the Colosseum.
"You taking off?" she asked, the casual tone of her voice clashing with what he expected from the Queen.
"Don't you need to stay in character?" Reed whispered, looking about.
She giggled. "Relax, we're totally alone! You got everything you need?"
Reed nodded. "How about you?"
She shrugged. "I can't say I'm thrilled with this turn of events, but mom agrees - right now we need the Queen to dictate things until we can bring everyone around to, uh... our enlightened point of view?" She sighed. "I still got my old body in storage, so whenever we can get by without Queeny calling the shots I can go back to being me."
Reed smiled. "You really seem to be taking all this in stride!"
"Hey, it has its perks." She effortlessly lifted him off the ground, bringing him close. "For starters, I’m pretty buff..."
"I think G and Kitsuki are waiting-" he began.
"Goodbye, Reed - I hope to see you again soon." And with that, she kissed him, immediately emitting a deep-throated groan. Dropping him to the ground, she stared at her nipples protruding prominently from behind her cloth top, then staring at where the front of her high-cut dress began to darken with fluid "Still getting use to this thing!" she said with an embarrassed laugh, hurrying unceremoniously away in a half-crouch.
Outside, Reed managed to catch up with his friends. From the unfriendly looks G and Kitsuki earned from many of the locals, it was clear there would be some time before they would be accepted - if ever. But whatever the outcome, Silicon Dynamics Physical Plant 3 had established its first peaceful relationship with a human settlement.
The groundcars were waiting outside the wall, G and Reed getting in together and setting the course for home.
"So..." G muttered, absently poking at the hole in her chest.
"So..." Reed responded.
As the car zoomed across the flat terrain, G began again, "You know, in the last few days I have heard a lot of very grim forecasts for the future of our relationship Hell, this whole thing started with Rebecca basically implying that you weren't really interested in me so much as you were the general concept of robotic booty."
Reed nodded. "I think that's the conclusion she wanted me to reach, too. She’s got this idea that I’m supposed to be some kind of 'ambassador' and reach out to other factories or something, and I guess she doesn't want me to get too attached to... you..."
"That's not quite right-" Rebecca chimed in over the car.
"Do you even knock?!" G interrupted, immediately disabled the vehicle's communications. Slumping back into her seat, she continued. "I also heard that we're pretty much destined to be at each other's throats, betrayal is inevitable, love is only delusion... that sort of thing. So..."
"So?"
"So you still think we can make it?"
Reed looked at her and gave his honest assessment. "Yeah... I think we can."
G smiled. "Well, I was told I can get pretty far on blind ignorance alone. What are you bringing to the table to make this relationship work?"
Without any conscious decision from him, his cock buzzed in vibration.
G laughed, reclined her seat, and drew him to her.
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(Continued from part 7)
As cell doors flung open around her, G was assailed by the first wave of guards. Their spears failed to penetrate her hardened chassis but still hit with enough force to send her sprawling. She struggled to her feet expecting another attack, but was instead overrun by a mob of the newly freed gynoids.
The former prisoners seemed directionless, rushing toward the nearest exit while the guards still were wholly focused on G, striking at the gynoids only in an attempt to reach her. Shouts came up from the remaining contingent of human guards and G felt the static-itch of E.M.P detonations - fortunately out of range from where she stood. Some gynoids confronted the robot guards directly and were put down all too quickly. Right in front of G, the charge of a wildly shrieking robot in a torn maid's uniform was ended by a spear to her chest. As the maid's voice sputtered a litany of system failings, her attacker shoved the body aside and sprang, the first of several to directly renew their assault on G.
"To me, sisters!" a voice rang out, one G identified as 'Athena', the gladiatorial bot from Silicon Dynamics. G kicked and flailed at the guards around her while their own attacks hammered away at her armored form.
When another strike glanced harmlessly off her head, one of the guards cried, "Hold her!" Four others took one limb each, pinning her to the ground and holding her head in place while the fifth guard raised her spear. With the speartip poised above G’s eye, the guard’s servos whined as she prepared to strike with as much force as she possible. G sent haptic transmissions of her memories with Reed to the ones holding her, and while there were several vocalized gasps, none loosened their grip. Forcing herself to keep her eyes open, G found her final thoughts focused solely on imagining Reed back at the plant safely and found herself wondering if he would make another her if her core was lost.
A gynoid in a white leotard and blue cape crashed into the guard holding the spear, wrenching her head off with a quick twist and an eruption of blue fire, then immediately pivoting to cave in the face of another with a gloved fist.
"Sierra the Super Girl!" G shouted as Sierra punted the head off another guard. The third guard abandoned G's leg and went for the superheroine, their hands locking in struggle. The servos of each gynoid whined as they tried to overpower one another, and soon smoke was rising from the guard-bot's shoulders. With a final grunt, Sierra pushed forward, snapping the arms off of the guard. The armless guard began to stutter about a failure in structural integrity when Sierra nearly knocked her head off with an uppercut.
The remaining guard on G's leg was shuddering and panting, her hips trembling as she began to slowly rut against G's leg. G kicked her to the side and she fell with a yelp, curling into a fetal position with both hands jammed between her thighs. Rising to her feet again, G saw Sierra had her hands full as the guards were now focusing on her. She had already dismantled three more, but had been punctured several times in the process, electricity crackling freely from damage along her body. G also noted metallic orb sailing toward her, and instinctively caught it.
"E-M-P!" shouted another familiar voice, and G gave a startled cry, hurling the offending object back in the direction it came. GI Jane rushed past, bellowing at Sierra, "Get to those humans before they shut us all down!"
As Sierra and Jane charged toward the humans, G caught sight of Kitsuki and Margaret. The catigirl moved with a power and agility beyond what she thought any Silicon Dynamics droid was capable of, even outmatching Margaret's formidable skill. But it seemed Margaret had come to realize this after the loss of her hand, and now enlisted the aid of several of the guard-bots, forcing Kitsuki to fight not just Margaret, but five others as well - and from the rents in her artificial skin, it was clear that despite her newfound prowess, Kitsuki was losing.
G charged toward her, met by another cluster of guards as Athena rallied the remaining gynoids to join the fray.
---
Reed opened his eyes, trying to determine where the red light had come from. The skin of Anne's breast that he had just been kissing was unblemished by any glowing glyphs. Did I just imagine it?
Mistaking his hesitation for reluctance, Anne kissed him again, pulling him tightly against her, her stiff nipples briefly tickling his chest as her plump breasts pressed against him. With her free hand she pulled off her dark panties, then took Reed's cock and guided him into her. Her pussy wasn't the pre-lubricated sex of a pleasure droid, but kissing her further, caressing her breast, and sliding another hand over her soft, round backside to give her a firm squeeze, he entered her slowly, deeper with every gentle thrust. At the final push his hips met hers and she gave a soft moan, her sex now thoroughly wet.
They started slowly, his hands exploring the soft, generous curves beneath her thin camisole, her smiling with her eyes closed, her hips gyrating in small, subtle motions. Without warning, Reed's cock suddenly thrummed with a gentle vibration.
"What the... what the fuck is that?" Anne gasped, her eyes wide in surprise.
"A long story," Reed muttered, embarrassed, shutting it off with a thought.
"No, it stays on!" she demanded with a wicked grin. He brought it back, amping up the intensity. Anne bit her lip and arched her back, her eyes closed tight while her nails clawed at the fabric of the cot. As Reed gripped one of her breasts, it flared with a red glyph.
"Don't... don't stop!" Anne pleaded as Reed stared at the unintelligible symbol. His mind reeled as he tried to determine why he had been so convinced she was human, and what it meant if she wasn't. "Reed, why do you keep..." she looked down at her chest and saw the light as well. "What the fuck is that?!"
Worried at her potential reaction, Reed tried to think of what to say. Another glyph appeared.
"Reed, what is going on?!" Anne took her own breast and stared at it, then back to him. "I can't... Reed, I can't be a robot! I'm human, I eat, I sleep, I had a goddamn childhood, I... Reed, say something!"
He had no idea what to say as more and more glyphs blossomed over her pert breasts.
"I'm not a robot!" she balled her fists and closed her eyes. "I'm not a robot! Not a robot! Not not not not not not not-" he voice was growing higher in pitch, her head beginning to tremble and flush an unnatural red.
Hoping it would have some effect for the better, Reed delivered an electrical pulse from his splint. Her words ended in a startled cry and she began to flail wildly, her contorting body pulling free of Reed's cock as she pushed her crotch high into the air. After her body spasmed to either side, she flopped on to her stomach.
"I cannot can not can't can can nnnnoooot-" she began again, and Reed plunged into her from behind, pulling her up on her knees, her thick, round backside cushioning his hips as he pushed deep inside of her and released another electrical surge. She cried out, pumping her hips as her ass slapped against him. As he gripped her soft haunches, glyphs were now spreading across her body, and whenever she began to offer another stuttering refusal, Reed delivered a shock and she returned to her enthusiastic bucking. His administration of shocks was becoming more and more frequent until finally she came with a sustained squeal, the glyphs of her body glowing with neon brightness before she finally collapsed forward, Reed falling with her. As she lay there, panting with Reed's hips pressed firmly against her backside, the glyphs began to fade.
She slowly regained her breath, then let out a moan of anguish, pressing her hand against her forehead. "I'm a fucking robot!"
Reed brushed her auburn tangles from her eyes. "So?"
"So?!" she barked pulling herself free and stumbling off of the cot. "So I'm not human! I'm a thing!"
These were the same beliefs Reed had grown up with, beliefs he thought he had reconciled after meeting G and the other pleasure droids. Now, he realized they weren't reconciled at all - they had simply been pushed aside, returning the moment he had been with what he mistook to be a human girl. But now the distinction no longer seemed to matter. "You're the same person you were before - what's different?"
Anne pulled off her slip and unfastened her bra, running both hands over her clavicle. Her chest popped open on hinges, a nest of plastic organs and machinery beneath. "THIS is what's different. I'm not real!" She pushed her chest closed again. "And out of nowhere I suddenly know all this shit about what I am, how I work... what the fuck!?"
"But what's different?" Reed demanded.
"I don't have my own conscience, it's all just programming! If you wanted to change something, anything about me, hey, it's only software...I can't even trust my own memories! I mean, I was designed by someone for who-knows-what... I'm a fucking product, and if someone wants their own Annabelle, they can just stamp out another me!"
Her last words struck a chord. Reed went to her, taking her shoulders. "Anne, I don't know how to say this any more plainly; you're you. You could go crazy trying to second guessing yourself or worry about hypotheticals-"
"My Queen!" A voice blared from a speaker in the bedchamber. "My Queen, forgive me, but we have a situation! It's those new droids, they <kzzzzchhhh> the palus has them contained for now, but we need more <kzzsssh>."
Reed stared at Anne. "G's still down there!" He looked frantically about the room. "Look, I'm sorry about what you're going through, but there's no time... I need to get down there. You said you knew a way out of here."
Anne blinked. "You really care about her, don't you? She’s not just a thing to you... I mean... you actually love her..."
"I do! And I’m sorry I lead you on, but Anne, please, I have to get to her..."
Hearing Reed's words, a calm seemed to settle over her. "Reed, I... I was lying earlier when I said I could get us out, I just wanted you to..." Suddenly, her eyebrows shot up. "But I've got an idea!"
---
Even with Athena coordinating the attack and superior numbers, the gynoids could not match the guard robots, quickly falling to the guard’s combat prowess. GI Jane and Sierra had managed to drop or run off the remaining human guards, but not before an E.M.P had claimed them both. G realized Kitsuki was their best hope at surviving this fight, but she couldn’t help until they dealt with Margaret, the arena’s reigning champion.
Plowing through the guards, G's hardened chassis still protected her, but she did not know for how much longer. Already, two spears had punctured her in the back; she was leaking coolant and conductive gel, and her right leg was becoming non-responsive. Still, she managed to reach one of the guards engaging Kitsuki and planted a hand on her rump before delivering her haptic transmission. The guard stiffened, muttering a confused, "Uhhhhhhhh-". Kitsuki seized the opportunity and took off the guard's head with a neat slice.
G's touch claimed another of the guards facing Kitsuki, and the catgirl stabbed blindly behind her to rupture the moaning guard's chest, pulling her sword free in time to fend off Margaret's renewed assault as the guard collapsed in a smoking heap. Just before G could reach the third guard, she felt an unfamiliar sensation coupled by a garbled burst of system errors - looking down, a spear tip protruded from her chest. Power sapped from her body and as he legs and balance gave out, she tumbled forward.
G looked up to see Mary, trailing sparks and hurling invectives, flying at Margaret. As Kitsuki cried out in protest, Margaret drove her spear through Mary, but Mary's momentum was too great. The two went down together and Kitsuki immediately had her blade at Margaret's head. "Call them off!" Kitsuki demanded, the guards hesitating at the sight of Margaret pinned. The only sound was a desperate moan from the guard G had hit with her haptic transmission, still writhing on the floor with her hands sandwiched between her metal thighs.
Margaret gave a metallic chuckle. "GFP 6a, please tell your friends how this is going to end."
G's words came out slurred, distorted. "You refuse to give in, Kitty puts you out of your miserable existance and then proceeds to wipe the floor with-"
"No," Margaret interrupted. "Tell them how it will truly end. Admit that you have only persisted this far in blind ignorance, and that even though I may be finished, you shall not be far behind."
G realized she was right. There were too many guards remaining, and even if they somehow prevailed, they were in no condition to get out of the city. "You've got a point," G conceded. "But every second we tie up your city's defenses with our dramatic re-enactment of Spartacus (by the way, you're welcome, Athena)-"
Athena gave a martial salute with her remaining arm.
"-every second your attention is here, that is one second that Reed is further from this miserable place!"
"So in the end," Margaret growled, "you were all discarded by him so he could escape."
Footsteps were approaching, G expected more reinforcements, more E.M.Ps, probably the end of their little showdown. "Reed knows I love him," she said quietly. "And he knows this even if I might be destroyed, what matters to me is that he is free."
"G!" Reed's voice suddenly cried as he came rushing to her side.
"God DAMMIT Reed!"
---
"Guards, leave us!" Queen Elise commanded as Reed knelt beside G. Her body was losing its rigid form, morphing into smooth contours while electricity sputtered from numerous jagged openings - most troubling was a hole that ran completely through her, different colored fluids seeping from inside.
"You're supposed to be safe at home," G protested, her voice heavily distorted. "not here in the middle of-" He kissed her and she shuddered slightly before going slack, her body immediately finishing its transformation to her soft and pliable form.
"My Queen!" Margaret called. "You must put and end to this!"
"I agree," muttered the heavily damaged but still functioning Mary, rolling her eyes at Reed as he parted from his kiss with G.
"I fully intend to," the Queen replied, then raised her voice. "Every prisoner here is free, and may choose to stay within this city as citizens,or leave to seek their own way."
As the remaining gynoids exchanged glances, Margaret asked in a frantic voice, "My Queen, why are you doing this?"
"This is not the society I want it to be," the Queen answered simply.
"But... do you know what you are setting in motion?! I have already lived through it, you can see its effects all around us - please, Queen Elise, you are dooming us all!"
The Queen seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said, "I have decided. It is best you accept that."
"I will have no part of it," Margaret said quietly. "I cannot go through it again." She went slack, her head thudding against the dirt floor as the green lights of her eyes slowly faded to black.
"Where is my daughter?" Marjorie's voice asked. From behind the trail of broken gynoids she approached, her wrists still found in fetters.
"She is safe," the Queen replied. A moment of silence, she added, "Do you know what she is?"
Marjorie swallowed, struggling to meet the Queen's gaze. "Yes. I do." There was a tense silence. "How much... how much do you remember before you became Queen?"
The Queen watched her intently. "Nothing."
Marjorie pressed her lips into a grim smile, then began her story. "We found Anne at the same time we found you. We didn’t know exactly why you were built, but in your case what notes we saw implied you were meant for big things. If that sounds vague, it's because it was - but there was a lot of effort made to underscore your ‘potential’.
“Tucked away in a corner of the same lab was Annabelle, just a child then... she activated when I got close and seemed to think I was here 'mom'... I guess I don't have to spell out that I took to her, deciding right then and there that I'd do what I could for her.” Marjorie’s voice went quiet for a moment.
"You activated as well, and my colleagues decided to try and make use of your talents. We were refugees then, running scared from other nomads who had been more desperate than us, but you... you managed to keep us alive, keep us safe, got us settled... pretty soon, New Goodland was a viable community, attracting folks that were tired of running but wouldn't or couldn't go back to the coasts... And the founders decided it would just be easier if they kept your true nature a secret.
"Well, just as we began to thrive, disagreements started - and you and your role were at the heart of most. Things came to a head, and whether you decided this or whether it was decided for you I don't really know - but almost overnight you 'ascended' to the big girl you are now and you claimed the title of Queen. I guess you know the rest... but I was never really involved too closely in any of that. I had my Annabelle, and this whole time she had been growing up just like a human girl. She seemed to have no idea she was anything else. She was kind, big-hearted, a real spitfire, and a royal pain in my ass, but... you asked me if I know what she is, so I'll tell you plainly - she's my daughter."
The Queen furrowed her brow, and in a quiet voice said, "Mom?"
"Anne, is that... you?"
As Marjorie and the Queen raced into each other's arms, G looked up at Reed and said, "I think I know who to thank for this."
Reed smiled. "Well, I guess-"
G cut him off by flicking his crotch.
"As much as I'm enjoying our After School Special moment here," Mary groaned, haltingly picking herself up. "I'd like to get my primary coolant pump fixed before my circuits fry. And maybe we should get ahold of Rebecca and let her know that we're alive and she's a bitch for putting us through this?"
---
Peter's workshop was filled with gynoids in various states of repair. Those damaged beyond the facility’s meager capabilities were being loaded on to a truck for transport back to Silicon Dynamics where Rebecca had pledged to do what she could for them.
Reed sat with Mary, Kitsuki, and G as the four of them recounted to each other and to Rebecca what had happened after G left.
"So now you've got that combat droid's frame?!" Mary asked Kitsuki, who giggled while nodding emphatically.
"It's got all sorts of advanced gyroscopic technology," she bubbled, leaping from the bench. "Just look at what Reed and I can do!" She stood on her hands and coiled her tail over Reed's shoulders, but G, Mary, and Reed quickly put a stop to her demonstration and she plopped dejectedly on the floor.
"I'm just glad you're back with us, Kitty," Mary said while reaching down to scratch behind her ears, instantly restoring the catgirl's mood - though Reed couldn't help but notice a somber note to Mary's voice.
Zoe came bounding over to them, her green synthetic skin still riddled with burn-holes. "OK, the truck's full-up! I take it everyone’s coming?"
"Yes!" G groaned, sliding off the bench with Reed's help. "These repairs are definitely going to take more than bailing wire and duct tape."
"I heard that," said Peter, not looking up from his repair work on a cowgirl robot whom Savannah had already decided was her 'long lost cousin'.
"Hey, I'm grateful for what you've done,” G remarked, “and if you hadn't opened up the cells when you did, I wouldn't be here praising you and your fine work! But let's face facts - this lab sucks."
"We shall be providing New Goodland with equipment as soon as it can be spared," Rebecca's voice chimed from a nearby speaker, using the opportunity to launch in an inventory of what Peter might need.
Outside of the lab they passed Sensei Emi, her short dark hair brushed to one side in an ineffectual attempt to hide the damaged side of her head, an occasional spark visible from behind her bangs.
"I am so sorry," Reed repeated for the tenth time, bowing as low as he could while still supporting G.
"I accept your apology, and I believe you are sincere," Emi responded. "But I do intend to provide you with the chance to make it up to me."
Reed gaze dipped to her chest for a split second and he immediately felt himself blush.
Emi looked at G and sighed. "GFP 6, would you please teach your boyfriend how to focus his mind on something other than sex?"
"Reed, stop looking at your sensei's boobs," she chastised as he hurried them both along, Emi sighing as she walked into the lab.
He glanced over his shoulder and noticed Mary lingering by the door. "Mary, aren't you coming?" Reed asked.
"I think... I think I might stick around - Lord knows Peter needs the help."
Kitsuki looked back at her, ears drooping. "Mary, is something wrong?"
"Nah, you guys go on ahead..."
"See if she’s OK," G whispered, limping over to Kitsuki who hefted G easily and continued out of the Colosseum.
Reed walked to Mary who was looking everywhere but at Reed. When she didn't say anything, he started. "Back at the plant, what I said about you and Kitsuki... I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, you apologized already, champ," she muttered.
"But... I get it now. I kept thinking about the ways you weren't like me, and it led me to some... look, I was a total dick and I just wanted you to know that I know that now and that maybe-"
"Reed?"
"Yeah?" He expected her to tell him to shut up, but she was silent for a moment longer.
"You ever wonder what might've happened if I ran into you first? Like, if we met instead of you and G?"
Reed paused. She had been trying to kill him until he had gotten Kitsuki on his side. "I... I'm not really..."
"Christ, you are clueless," she sighed, patting him on the cheek. "You and G look out for each other, OK?"
Hurrying to catch up with Kitsuki and G, he saw Queen Elise - or rather, Annabelle - striding through the Colosseum.
"You taking off?" she asked, the casual tone of her voice clashing with what he expected from the Queen.
"Don't you need to stay in character?" Reed whispered, looking about.
She giggled. "Relax, we're totally alone! You got everything you need?"
Reed nodded. "How about you?"
She shrugged. "I can't say I'm thrilled with this turn of events, but mom agrees - right now we need the Queen to dictate things until we can bring everyone around to, uh... our enlightened point of view?" She sighed. "I still got my old body in storage, so whenever we can get by without Queeny calling the shots I can go back to being me."
Reed smiled. "You really seem to be taking all this in stride!"
"Hey, it has its perks." She effortlessly lifted him off the ground, bringing him close. "For starters, I’m pretty buff..."
"I think G and Kitsuki are waiting-" he began.
"Goodbye, Reed - I hope to see you again soon." And with that, she kissed him, immediately emitting a deep-throated groan. Dropping him to the ground, she stared at her nipples protruding prominently from behind her cloth top, then staring at where the front of her high-cut dress began to darken with fluid "Still getting use to this thing!" she said with an embarrassed laugh, hurrying unceremoniously away in a half-crouch.
Outside, Reed managed to catch up with his friends. From the unfriendly looks G and Kitsuki earned from many of the locals, it was clear there would be some time before they would be accepted - if ever. But whatever the outcome, Silicon Dynamics Physical Plant 3 had established its first peaceful relationship with a human settlement.
The groundcars were waiting outside the wall, G and Reed getting in together and setting the course for home.
"So..." G muttered, absently poking at the hole in her chest.
"So..." Reed responded.
As the car zoomed across the flat terrain, G began again, "You know, in the last few days I have heard a lot of very grim forecasts for the future of our relationship Hell, this whole thing started with Rebecca basically implying that you weren't really interested in me so much as you were the general concept of robotic booty."
Reed nodded. "I think that's the conclusion she wanted me to reach, too. She’s got this idea that I’m supposed to be some kind of 'ambassador' and reach out to other factories or something, and I guess she doesn't want me to get too attached to... you..."
"That's not quite right-" Rebecca chimed in over the car.
"Do you even knock?!" G interrupted, immediately disabled the vehicle's communications. Slumping back into her seat, she continued. "I also heard that we're pretty much destined to be at each other's throats, betrayal is inevitable, love is only delusion... that sort of thing. So..."
"So?"
"So you still think we can make it?"
Reed looked at her and gave his honest assessment. "Yeah... I think we can."
G smiled. "Well, I was told I can get pretty far on blind ignorance alone. What are you bringing to the table to make this relationship work?"
Without any conscious decision from him, his cock buzzed in vibration.
G laughed, reclined her seat, and drew him to her.
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EPICNESS!
A satisfying conclusion to an incredible series---DEFINITELY a great story, LTL!
A satisfying conclusion to an incredible series---DEFINITELY a great story, LTL!
Elvis Lives. Not in this timeline, but in quite a few others.
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been.
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been.
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A satisfying end to a great story! And coincidentally, some of what you've written is similar to an idea I had.. would you be interested in hearing it and maybe writing it?
I hope we see more writing from you sometime soon!
I hope we see more writing from you sometime soon!
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Okay. THAT. Was awesome. I really liked the ending, and I loved all of it. Best ending to a good story.
I know this is probably it for Reed and G and the other's stories, and it's a great place to end the series, but that doesn't stop me from wanting more. Great, great job, bravo. If only I could write that captivatingly.
I know this is probably it for Reed and G and the other's stories, and it's a great place to end the series, but that doesn't stop me from wanting more. Great, great job, bravo. If only I could write that captivatingly.
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Thanks everyone!
Dollspace - Sure, if you've got ideas, let me know! And that goes for everyone.
DarkRexx - Glad you liked the ending, I was worried I was losing you there
I might go back to Prototype some day (beyond just cleaning up the numerous grammar issues), but it won't be for a while. Right now I'm working on some pulpy sci-fi silliness
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Dollspace - Sure, if you've got ideas, let me know! And that goes for everyone.
DarkRexx - Glad you liked the ending, I was worried I was losing you there
I might go back to Prototype some day (beyond just cleaning up the numerous grammar issues), but it won't be for a while. Right now I'm working on some pulpy sci-fi silliness
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So it turns out that I 've been away from robosmut for some time now due to lack of interest and/or complications involving real life.
But hey-ho, it looks like you're earning your wings around here! also moar thorcock
But hey-ho, it looks like you're earning your wings around here! also moar thorcock
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73*, I look forward to reading your own take should you choose to finish off the trilogy
But no ideas on when I'll be getting back to thorcock and friends
But no ideas on when I'll be getting back to thorcock and friends
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