Loveless 2.2

[Hola_guy]

((I know it's been a while, but I'm still here. Here's the next part of Loveless, a saga that I've been working on for quite some time now. I appreciate any feedback you guys give, and I mean that. Because it means you at least took the time to read my story. Thank you for sticking with me.))

"What do you mean 'Off the grid'? How could one of our best agents just fall 'off the grid' with no warning? Don't we have someone watching these things?" A rough hand slammed the receiver back on the hook. He took a deep breath. One of his agents had gone off the grid three hours ago, and there was no sign of where she had gone. This was bad. They were government tools, used for all sorts of tasks. If she had gone off the grid, then someone knew what they were doing.

He stood up and left his office, followed by guard in uniform. A long hallway stretched in front of him, with several different entrances and a few turns laid out before him. He took off with a quick stride that spoke of a man with a purpose. He turned several corners before stopping outside of a room. He flashed a badge to the guards outside this door, who promptly saluted and allowed him into the room.

Once inside, he made his way to a window which showed a room of three plain walls. Next to him stood another man, this one clad in a white lab coat, watching several other men who were in the room working on something laid out on a silver table in the middle of the room. The first man, a rather large, gruff individual, spoke first.

"How far along are we? Do we know what happened yet?" The man in the white coat looked toward the ground, and just shook his head. It took the man a moment to speak. "It's been rather slow so far. Most of the pieces were damaged beyond recognition. It's a miracle these components survived in any condition at all."

The first man spoke again. "One of them has gone missing." The man in the white coat, obviously the project director, turned from the windowed room now. "When did this happen?" "As of now? Nearly three-and-a-half hours ago." The project director paused. "Who-?" "D-Series. I think you know who." The project director moved behind his desk, and sat down in his chair. For the first time since the first man had stepped into the room, the two men were looking each other in the eyes.

"I...I see." The director swallowed hard. "There's been no word from her?" "None at all." The director paused again, gathering his thoughts. "It's clear someone's targeting us. Why?" The first man grunted as he took a chair on the other side of the desk. "Hell if that isn't the million dollar question, Jerrod." Jerrod just looked at his guest. "With that one," Jerrod motioned to the windowed room, "and now this, it's apparent whoever is doing this is no amateur. What are you thinking, Donald?"

Donald sighed. "We need her now, Jerrod. If she's viable, she might be able to tell us what happened." Jerrod shook his head again. "Donald, I wish I knew what to say. But the condition of the remaining pieces is so bad that I'm not sure even our top engineers will be able to repair her. We'll be lucky to get even half of her reassembled." "Can you figure anything out now? Anything at all?"

Jerrod began typing on the computer. "All I know is the virus that started all of this wasn't just made by some kid in his spare time. This is a high-level programming language used in this virus. It wasn't meant to simply corrupt. It wasn't meant for total control." Donald frowned. "I'm sorry, Jerrod. You know I respect you as an individual. But as of now, I'm placing the base on lock-down. No one can go anywhere. I have no choice." Jerrod looked from the computer to meet Donald's eyes. "I understand. What will you do about the situation at hand?"

Donald stood and moved toward the door. "As of now, it's Priority Alpha. We'll be initiating Project Valiant."

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Boot-up sequence initiated.....

Unit: D-000

System status: Error. System compromised.

Error....

Error...

When my HUD lit up, I was dimly aware of my surroundings. I was in a room, standing at attention, my underwear the only clothing I had on. Since I had been captured several days ago (at least, what I took to be several days, most of my functions were still disabled), I had been unable to retain control of my own body for more than a few moments at a time. I had been connected to a computer, and a virus had rewritten my core programming. Now, it seemed I obeyed anyone with what had become my remote.

As I began to recall the events of my past few activation cycles, I again found myself locked out of my body. I was seeing everything, hearing everything. I was completely and totally aware of what was happening, and I was powerless to stop it. A man had entered the room, and he had pressed a button on my remote. I fought as well as I could, but the mechanisms of my system forced me to obey. I opened my mouth and heard myself speak.

"Pleasure systems engaged. Unit is ready to stimulate your desires in any way you please."

A button was pushed again.

"Affirmative. Unit will obey. Unit is programmed to please." I felt re mechanics of my body whirr to life, but try as I might, I could not will them to stop. I found myself sliding one hand into my panties, two of my fingers rubbing my clit as I did so. My free hand found it's way to my breasts. "I will touch myself for you, master." I reported, against my will.

After a few moments of this, another button was pressed on my remote. "Mmmmm...yes, master. Pleasure sensors increased to maximum. Danibot will maximise her sexual pleasure." I found the experience quite unnerving. I was enjoying myself, but could not stand the fact that it was this man who was making me do this. I felt my clit begin to leak. "Stim-stim-stimulation beyond max-max-max-maximum levels. Pleasure waves re-released over all circuits. Mmmmmm.....Danibot is reaching cli-cli-clitoral climax, massssssster. Error! Mal-mal-mal-malfunction-lube-lube-lube-lubricant leak detected in pl-pl-pl-pussy pussy pussy unit."

I could feel I was about to crash my systems, and still, my body would not head the warnings it was trying to give me. With each stutter, my head snapped side to side, my eyes wide. "Oh!" Issued from my vocal box, as a pop sounded from my system. "War-ning! U-nit ap-proach-ing sys-tem ov-er heat! Dam-age im-men-ant." My head had stopped snapping side to side, but my speech was now monotone, and robotic.

The man pushed a button again on the remote. This time, I did not speak. Instead, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy, and my hand from my pants. My hands now worked to pull the delicate red lace aside from my pleasure unit as my system forced me to experience on of the best orgasms I have ever had in my life. The first ejaculation of fluid hit the floor with a loud gush. The next rounds were less aggressive, and I could feel them dripping down my legs. When I was done cumming for my newfound controller, he pushed another button. This time I shot up, into an erect standing position, and reported "Voice command mode enabled."

"Come on. The boss wants to see you. Follow me." I had no choice but to follow, my body moving under the commands it had received from the mysterious man.

I was led down a hallway, and through a set of swinging doors. I was made to lie on a table, and another man cleaned my body. I was commanded to get clothed in an outfit that had been provided for me. I did not resist this time, finding clothes a welcome sight.

The pants were unimpressive, simple black khakis. The shirt was a silk blouse, magenta in color (I hate magenta), and was a button up. Once the clothes were covering my body, I was led down another hallway, and into an elevator. The man accompanying me pressed the button for the penthouse.

Once we arrived, I was commanded to take an empty chair in the middle of the room. I began to fight, something I was coming to realise as an empty endeavour. I sat, and my body was restrained. The front of my blouse was opened, and my access panels were commanded open. Another man proceeded to connect several wires to my CPU. A woman appeared now, from behind a desk. She sat on the corner of the desk.

A smirk came to her face. "Danica Wilson, we meet at last." As she spoke, one of the several men who had helped on my trip through this building pressed a few more buttons on my remote. Suddenly, I found myself with much more control over my body, but still severely weak and depleted from the experience I had had in the room earlier.

"Who are you?" I asked, keeping a stern eye on the woman as I made a mental image of the room. "Who I am is not important right now. Who you are is. You see, I need a favor, and you're just the person to take care of it for me." I struggled against the bindings. The woman cooed at me. "Don't think about it dear. Even if you did manage to break them, we still retain control over you. You would sit there as long as we wanted, not able to do a thing about it. Now, down to business. I need some information from some files kept by Atlas."

I looked shocked. "Oh, come now dear. I know all about your little organisation." I began to stammer, caught in a state between shock and anger. The woman smiled wryly. "You see, the files I need are classified. But, if you convince your superiors that seeing them is pertinent to to your investigation into the criminal know as 'Loveless'," I winced at the mention of that name, the pieces beginning to fall into place.

"If you convince your superiors that you need to see those files, then come back to me, then you'll be free to go." I chocked down the urge to spit in her face. Instead, I responded in kind. "I'll never do that. You think you're clever? Atlas will never let me near those files."

The lady shrugged. "That's fine. I was offering you the chance to help me out and gain your freedom. But if you want, we can do this the hard way."

One of the men approached from the other side of the room. He was holding something that looked like a helmet. "This body is old anyway. I like yours better." The woman spoke, putting the helemet on her head. She picked up several of the wires connected to my CPU, and plugged them into her helmet.

She moved into a chair next to me, and pushed a button on the helmet. Suddenly, everything seemed to go dark. My files, my memories, my programming. It was all slowly being deleted or rewritten. In it's place were new files. I could feel everything being lost to me, as a new entity began to take control of my body.....

[Hola_guy]

((Here is the link to part 2 of Loveless, which proceeded this one. The part 2 thread also has a link to part 1.

http://fembotcentral.com/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=11529))