Andrew and the Sexbot Factory/Field Test/Part 4

Reed pushed past the robots that had returned to the hall after Prix's arrival had driven them off, and none who caught his fixed expression tried to stop him. He dove into the elevator as soon as the doors opened and hammered the button to bring him to the scenario floor that G - or something impersonating her - had indicated. The more he thought about it, the more he was certain Mary was right: it couldn't be G. But he needed to confront whoever was toying with him this way, and in no uncertain terms-

He felt a sudden tug at his pants. Looking down, he saw the tiny green-skinned goblin-bot with his cock in her hand once again, her violet eyes twinkling above a wide grin. She was dressed in a fitted blouse embroidered with Celtic knotwork, earth-toned leggings hugging her pronounced curves.

"Where the hell did you come-"

Not bothering with conversation this time, she wrapped her full, red lips around his member and took him in her mouth. He was just reaching to push her orange-haired head away when she began her technique.

Reed fell against the wall, gasping in surprise as she worked his manhood - it was some combination of her lips sliding along his shaft, her tongue subtly complementing the motion, the heat of her mouth, the suction as she drew him in, even her saliva somehow inducing a warm numbness that prevented it from ending in an instant. She ran her hands up the inside of his thighs as he slumped to the floor. The elevator chime indicated they were at their destination, and he gasped, "Elevator - k-keep the door shut." To his relief, the elevator understood the command.

He grasped for her, deciding the quickest way to end this would be to just play along. She swung herself around to sit on his abdomen, never breaking her airtight seal. She kicked off her boots as he slid down her tights, her swollen labia in a press against his chest, barely concealed by the red fabric of her underwear. He pulled her panties out from round backside and lifted her by her hips, leaning forward to bring his mouth to her pussy.

Her technique faltered when he forced his tongue into her, and he felt her gasping squeak upon his manhood. She had a faintly sour taste - but she grew sweeter as his tongue teased her clitoris, his hands running along her round calves, plump thighs, digging in to the cushion of her ass. Without warning his splint fired, and she squeezed his head between her legs, her body convulsing as smoke began to rise, her cries muffled by his still surging cock. His face was hit with spurting fluid in waves accompanied by a distressed mechanical pumping sound, ending with the final pulse of his implant.

He was relieved there was no repeat of the near-death experience he had had with Bonnie. She went slack and he caught her before she hit the ground, turning her right-side up. Her hair was standing on end, smoke wisping from her slack-jawed grin and her long, green ears. Her eyes were rolled back, and bits of glitter fell from her body with each tiny shudder. He gently shook her, producing more glitter, and after twitching and emitting a burst of slurred nonsense, she seemed to come around. She regarded him for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"What?" he asked, setting her down.

She undid her blouse, pulling it off to expose her pert, green bosom, and brought the cloth to his face. "I must've left all of my reserves on your face,” she said, wiping off the fluid. "Sorry about that!"

"Who are you, exactly?"

"Zoe the Goblin Sneak, agent of the Faye. Pretty much the only one, besides Queen Anhoera. Ya see, the game we were based on-"

"Zoe - do you know who's in scenario chamber 175?"

Zoe gave his face a final wipe, looked at her now-soaked blouse, and tossed it over her shoulder where it stuck to the elevator wall. "Sure, that's Wilhemina. Well, just Mina. 'Das Vampir'." She paused. "Kindof a bitch, but I'd just attribute it to her programming; ya' see, she's meant to be this sinister-"

"Does she hang out with Bonnie and Nightingale?"

"Yeah! I saw Bonnie follow Prix in after you, looks like that whole crowd is gunning for ya'! I'm guessin' repressed desire, buncha hypocrites-"

Reed stood up and pulled on his clothes. "Whatever it is, I need it to stop." He saw his shirt was now heavily stained, and sighed.

"I'll get ya' a new one!" Zoe exclaimed, tugging on her panties. She pushed the button to open the elevator, sprinting down the hallway between rows of robots that watched the goblin race past in her underwear. They turned back to Reed, almost every one of them wearing a broad grin.

"I'm not... looking to get..." he coughed, his denial sounding implausible even to him at this point. "OK, I... just need a moment to take care of some stuff."

He hurried past the crowds and pushed into chamber 175, noting the silhouette of a coffin on the door. Inside was a small foyer offering centuries-old formal wear, and box with an empty bottle, a crucifix, and a wooden stake. He picked up the stake and immediately felt ridiculous, but still carefully slipped it into his pocket. Proceeding forward, he followed a stone staircase into darkness, calling out, "Mina? We need to talk."

He reached the bottom without a response, seeing a chamber of stone lit by torches that seemed to produce neither smoke nor heat. In the center was a large lidless coffin on a stone pedestal. "Mina?" he said, cautiously approaching. Peering inside, the silk padded interior was empty, save for a surprising number of pillows.

Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind, a soft woman's voice whispering, "Hello, Reed." He reflexively tried to throw her, but only lost his balance. She steadied him, one of her hands brushing against the stake. "What's this?" she asked, quickly drawing it out. He spun, fumbling for it, and she clasped his hands within her own, tightening his grip on the stake.

Reed had seen her before, but never up close - there was a wicked beauty to her, straight jet-black hair and bright red lips contrasting against her stark-white pallor, dressed in a macabre gown of red and black. A corset drew her bodice tightly about her waist and lifted her pale, round breasts to prominence amidst the dark lace of her low collar. She smiled at him, her mascara-ringed eyes squinting in amusement as she drew his hands and the stake toward her. It seemed to swing magnetically toward her heart, the tip dimpling her pale flesh as it pressed in. She took in a sharp breath, her breasts lifting to touch their hands.

"Is this what you want?" she asked in a whisper.

"No, I... wait, what would happen to you?"

"Computer - what is the configured stake-response?" she asked.

"Climax of the Damned," her internal computer responded dramatically. She looked nervous, easing her grip on his hands while pushing the stake away.

"I'm not in to the S&M stuff anyway," Reed said, letting the stake clatter on the ground. "And I'm not here for-"

Mina still seemed concerned. "And when was that set?"

"Forty-three minutes ago - sexual configuration was reset to factory default by introduction of program labeled Mitsuko-"

"Well, it's not important," she demurred, returning her attention to Reed, pressing herself against him.

"Not going to happen," he insisted pushing her away. "After using G's voice to trick me?"

"I'm so sorry about that," she pouted. "I just wanted to be with-"

"And I know you and the others are up to something, so you can knock off the act."

That gave her pause. After a moment, she took on an innocent face. "You want a confession?"

"No, I want... er... actually, yeah!"

"Then I want something in return," she purred, dropping to her knees. Her hands deftly undid his pants and she brushed her smooth cheek against his manhood with a faltering sigh. He was briefly lost to the memory of Zoe in the elevator, when his mind filled with a more troubling image.

"Fangs!" he cried. She looked up at him, startled, as he stumbled backward, tripping over the stake. He tumbled backwards into the plush coffin as the sides fell away, forming a comfortable if irregularly-shaped bed.

She stood, giving him a smirk. "I didn't take you for the squeamish type..."

As she crawled on to the bed, he sat up. "How about I get this 'confession' up front? I don't have any reason to trust you."

She sighed. "Computer - after copulation, I vow to reveal everything I know concerning any plans involving Reed. Please hold me to that."

"Understood," her computer affirmed.

"There - you see?" She put her hand on his chest, gently pushing him down. "Everything I know - all you have to do is..."

Reed slid his hands under the lace of her skirts, along her smooth, bare legs. The predatory grin she wore while he slipped off the black lace of her panties made him uneasy. She seemed to sense this, and leaned forward to nestle his face into her soft cleavage. She pressed her pussy down upon his member, with some initial resistance; but her labia suddenly parted and she gasped as she took in his length.

"Sssstop," she said, and he froze. Her breasts pushed against his face as she collapsed, panting. "I... I am not configured p-p-properly, m-m-mmmy set-t-tings..." Reed pushed her up to see her eyes clenched shut, her red lips open wide. "Y-y-your splint, allll I req-q-quire is-"

Suddenly recalling details of his encounters with Prix and Bonnie, he ran his hand over her shoulder, feeling for - there, an open port. He didn't know what it meant, but he thought perhaps he should end this before his implant triggered.

Mina closed her eyes and bit her lip, as her sex 'clenched' around his member. She seemed to be desperately fighting off a climax as her pussy flexed against his member in pulsating motions.

Reed felt his splint flicker, and reached blindly over the side of the bed. The moment he felt the wooden texture of the stake, he grasped it and brought it toward Mina. The tip self-corrected and buried itself bloodlessly into her chest.

She looked at him and the stake in disbelief a split-second before she arched her head back, giving a screaming cry as she grasped her pale breasts, her entire body trembling. Suddenly fluid erupted from her mouth and quivering sex, and it was against this stream that his splint fired. She immediately toppled from him, thrashing as her internal computer attempted to itemize her malfunctions, but was drowned out by her own ecstatic cries.

Reed sat up and leaned over her as she flailed on her back, kicking wildly as her hands still clutched her breasts. He pulled the stake free and tossed it aside, the skin beneath once more whole and unblemished. She dug her nails into the bedding, and at the end of a long, trembling sigh she finally went slack. After a moment, her dark eyes re-opened and she looked up at him with adoration. "Is that really all it takes?" she whispered. "A tumble in the sheets and all is forgiven?"

Reed wasn't sure what she was referring to, "You promised me information."

Her eyes opened wider and she sat upright, hooking her arms around his neck. "I seem to be on the verge of a catastrophic system failure, thanks to you..."

"Then let's make the best of what time we have - what were you all planning?"

She scowled, spitting out each word with great reluctance. "Mitusko, she... she had a program... it would create a backlash after your splint fired... make it look like... an accident."

"You were trying to kill me!?" he exclaimed, escaping her embrace.

She stood, rushing to him, leaning against his chest. "Ohhh, but that was before! Now... now...." she fidgeted uneasily.

"Where is Mitsuko?" Reed asked, pushing her away again.

"S-s-somewhere on 82." She trembled, electricity flitting about her body

"And Nightingale, she's part of this too, right?"

Mina nodded, smoke starting to pour from her back.

"And where is she?"

"Floor 82, the fabricatorrrrr<bzzzt!>" her head spasmed - when she recovered, she began to pull off her bodice.

"This failure, is there anything I can do-" Reed started, but she interrupted.

"There's m-m-more," she said while pushing on both of her collarbones. A seam divided her naked torso and she swung open her chest as he had done with Bonnie, exposing an intricate nest of electronics and lights. "Nightingale, she.... brought... ahhhh... AHHH!" Mina was fumbling inside of herself, seemingly trying to reach for her core when she began to cry out in escalating moans. She abandoned her attempts as she began to stumble about, her chest still hanging open. Electricity sparked across the machinery inside and coursed over her naked form, until it abruptly stopped. The smoke rising from her back guttered, becoming little more than a faint line.

"Interesting," she said, looking about in surprise. "Apparently 'catastrophic' isn't always-"

She exploded, knocking Reed off his feet and sending him tumbling over the bed. He quickly pulled himself up to see her body in several pieces, scattered about the room. He eventually found her core housing amidst the wreckage, the core inside seemingly unharmed. He pulled it loose and called for a comm, contacting Mary.

"Mary, Nightingale and the others-"

"We heard." Mary interrupted. "I've got Becca here, and I think we need to have a talk."

"Indeed," spoke Rebecca. "Reed, I apologize - I did not believe your life could be in danger until I heard it from Mina's own confession."

"But... you aren't behind this, are you?"

"Certainly not!" Rebecca chafed. "At least... not directly. I did use this opportunity to release Prix, with the idea of testing you against her."

"Testing?" Reed did not like the sound of that.

"You've done a remarkable job of earning the support of the pleasure droids within this facility - and I believed this could apply to even the most hostile among us, under the right circumstance."

"So, what - you wanted to see if Prix and I could make nice?"

"More accurately, whether you could make Prix 'nice.' But I did not anticipate Prix or the others bypassing the locks meant to keep you safe."

Reed shook his head. "If you wanted to see if I could get to Prix, why couldn't you just ask me..."

"I also needed you to come to certain realizations on your own, Mr. Reed. Prix was hardly human in appearance, and yet you had no trouble <kzzzshhhhhh!>"

"What was that?" Reed asked.

"Not sure," Mary responded. "Almost like Becca just didn't wanna talk anymore. Reed, why don't you sit tight - Kitty and I will head down to 82 and bring back the last two members of your fan club."

"I'll meet you down there," Reed said, looking around for his clothes. At the foot of the stair, he saw a fresh pair of slacks and a clean shirt, neatly folded. He quickly checked to see if Zoe was hiding somewhere.

"No Reed, if these girls found a way to get around Becca's one and only commandment-"

"Only if my splint's involved!" he said, pulling on his clothes.

"Then you're as good as dead. Listen-" Suddenly, her voice took on an alarmed tone, "Reed, wait!"

"Stop worrying - I'll see you down there!" he called, returning to the hall to see it filled with robots, some looking about in confusion, others, panic. Every terminal in the area had a small crowd clustered around it. He saw Zoe emerge from one of these knots of robots and asked her, "What's happening?"

"Backup system's down," she said hurriedly. "Rebecca's not respondin' either. I get the feelin' that somethin' really, really bad-"

"I think I know who's behind it," he told her. "You and the others, just wait here. I'm going to take care of this."

She looked at him incredulously. "What exactly qualifies you to take care of this over the rest of us?"

"Huh?"

"Don't get me wrong, you're a nice guy and everything," Zoe continued, "but you understand nothing about computers, your strength and reflexes are strictly human-level (and even then, pretty average), senses too-"

"He's not terribly clever, is he?" a voice piped from the crowd.

"I think we can all agree on that," Zoe acknowledged.

Another voice added, "He's easily distracted!"

Zoe nodded, "Mmm hmm, what else?"

"No fashion-sense!"

Zoe considered the suggestion. "True, but that's unlikely to endanger-"

"OK! It's... a personal thing!" Reed exclaimed. "Something I need to handle... personally."

"So you're not about to do anything stupid?" Zoe asked.

"Not at all," he lied.

"Well, get to it then!" Zoe encouraged, and the crowds urged him on as he made his way to the elevator.

When the doors shut behind him, he pushed the button marked '82' before he lost his nerve.

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"Mina's down," Mitsuko's voice quietly announced.

"Still confident about disabling the backup system?" Vex asked, watching the fabricator continue its intolerably slow pace.

"Yes," came the clipped reply.

"You understand why I might have a reason to doubt you on this, doncha Mitusko?"

No response. "Doncha, Mitsuko?"

"Yes."

"Well let's just make sure you cross your t's and put those cute little hearts above the i's then, alright sugar?"

Again, no reply."Alright sug-"

"Yes!" The communication ended.

Nightingale looked at her, amused. "You know you're still using Dixie's vocal patterns, right?"

Vex seemed surprised. "Guess it slipped my notice. You thinkin' its lacking' the gravitas necessary for my lil' ol' ultimatum?"

Nightingale shook her head. "It's the message that's important, and that won't be given with words. They're going to fall in line, Vex - and they're going to love you."

"Ain't there a human sayin' on what a sexbot's love is worth?"

"Human, being the operative word."

Vex grinned. "Yer learnin'!" She decided she might try to preserve Nightingale's core... if it came to that. And with how quickly Reed had managed to dismantle the droids sent after him, she expected it most certainly would.

(Continued in part 5)

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