Andrew and the Sexbot Factory/Field Test/Part 5
During the long decent to the abandoned levels of the facility, Reed used the elevator's comm to reach Mary and Kitsuki.
"I'm... on my way," he said with forced enthusiasm.
"You're a dumbass," Mary corrected. "Kitty and I got this. Just head back to my place and warm up with some calisthenics-"
The elevator chimed. Mary paused, then said, "You took the lobby elevator?"
"I guess?"
"You're on the wrong side of the floor for the fabricator, champ."
The door opened on to a dim hallway, the still air swirling with dust motes at the disturbance of his arrival.
"That wasn't the only reason I came down here," he said, nervously edging out of the well-lit elevator.
"You wanna explore, do it when there aren't pissed off sexbots trying to find loopholes in 'Don't kill Reed'..."
Her voice faded as he stepped further into the hallway. Aside from decades of neglect, it appeared similar to the floors of scenario chambers or the residences where Reed and G stayed. He noticed a plaque on one of the doors - wiping away a layer of dust, he saw a name:
Matthew Dease
He pushed on the door and it haltingly slid open - beyond was a small, dark room. Taking out the flashlight from the ski-shop, he cast light over a cot, a private bath, and a body. Before a desk, slouched in a chair, was a figure in a loose-fitting lab coat - Reed couldn't make out any features, and it appeared the figure was resting their head on their sleeves; but he didn't need to see them in any detail to know they had been dead for a very long time.
The faint whine of a terminal coming to life gave him a start, and he turned from the corpse to see a lit screen in the wall behind him.
OMbOoSNhl5fmJ4rpBmM6Zissa33WFu6q ...reed... H7oDtokuYdo266d0BZdDDPmMp 7
He caught his own name amidst the gibberish and approached.
Az 0kq***rebecca***+qf8A4lejf+m~~need your help~~/F/8APNaSl^^^down hall^^^Rxq8K+rS2/e32/
Terminal screens lit to show him the way, until he came to a door marked Lab Annex. It opened smoothly on to a small laboratory with a single occupant seated before an active terminal. Mitsuko?
She had been another attendee of his pre-war history class, but he knew little about her beyond that she was quiet. Her outfit was more modest than Mary's or the other school girls - her panties were well concealed by her skirt, and her breasts and midriff were covered entirely by her white shirt. She wore her straight, dark hair long, and a small clip kept it out of her large brown eyes.
She sat straight up in her chair, her hands resting neatly on her bare knees, her heels just off the floor in her black slip-ons. A single cable ran out from her hair at neck level, connecting her to the terminal. A screen beside her flicked on, text appearing across it. Reed approached as quietly as he could.
u9zhCq8vyAwysSPkz5uZGUf...trapped by M...531swszOo6/////need distraction/////fXgvFVtfUKbBYdns2iwbw2xz
Uncertain how to respond, Reed pantomimed pulling the plug on Mitsuko’s neck free.
Q4tmdvdXQ1S 5---no, too dangerous---FgdQb9ZcPqOVnV9SrZ+++stimulate her+++W6o5TfRp2lzbdtWxlknU/
Reed looked at Mitsuko staring blankly ahead, a faint light shining behind her eyes. He reached for the smooth flesh of her exposed thigh, when the terminal beeped. He looked up.
0n1XDnadBokCqQZdQ+q/Vq+p!!!!!left earlobe!!!!!9OycbJyeo1V27r/ ALTaD6QDqz
He carefully brushed her hair over her ear and delicately took the soft lobe of her ear in his lips. She drew in a sharp breath, but otherwise did not react. He heard the terminal beep again.
axIlQivX9WeuXUdPx***neck***8hjqm4uTa

He kissed her slender neck, and the breath she had drawn in was released in a slow, whimpering sigh. She squirmed slightly in her chair. The terminal beeped.
+r2X0ABir$$$breasts$$$pjLx1E2H7SM
While one hand undid her shirt, he slid the other over the softness of her pert breasts. "Ohhhh..." she moaned quietly, and moved her shoulders to help shrug her loosened shirt lower. He unfastened her bra, and she straightened her arms as he slid it off. Bending her arms straight up at the elbow, she squeezed her breasts together, her delicate pink nipples protruding stiffly. The terminal sounded again.
X8baa Right foot DzKbm
Reluctantly leaving her breasts, he ducked past her skirt and slipped off one of her black shoes, followed by her long white sock. He took her dainty foot in his hands kissing the smooth skin. She jerked, emitting a giggle that gave way to a series of sighs. She was breathing heavily now, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving. Another beep.
+ Anal +
After being taken aback by the bluntness of the instruction, he stood and lifted her from the chair, bending her over the terminal desk – she gave no reaction beyond her continued breathing. He raised her skirt and pulled her white panties down to her shuddering thighs, admiring her round derriere. Deciding he would need lubrication, and noting that her sex was dripping wet, he took her by her hips and he slid into her pussy.
The terminal beeped angrily, Rebecca's single-worded command flashing, and Mitsuko stiffened.
He quickly withdrew and pushed his juice-soaked cock into her tight ass - she cried out in surprise, her legs buckling beneath her.
"Reed!" she moaned desperately, pushing away from the desk. Stumbling backwards, they fell into the chair with her on top, his cock still buried inside her.
"Mitsuko," Reed gasped as she planted her feet on to the desk, spreading her legs as she pushed her ass against Reed's hips."What… what are you doing with Rebecca…"
"You know who I am!?" she gasped, using her legs to push up and down upon his cock, her fingers plunging into her sex. "All this time... ahhhh! you knew my name!"
Reed tried to ask her again, but the pounding of her ass short-circuited his thought process. He took hold of her hips and helped her rhythm as she continued to finger herself, moaning and whimpering while her other hand joined in, her legs spreading wider. Heat pulsed from her and vents along her back sprang open, glowing coils visible inside of her as she wailed ecstatically.
Reed's splint began to hum and she suddenly stopped, her cheeks clenching tight, as she looked at the terminal screen now framed between her widely spread legs. "Rebecca - no!"
"Detention for you, you naughty little girl," Rebecca's voice remarked from the terminal speakers just as Reed's splint fired. She cried out in some combination of protest and pleasure, still bouncing against Reed's cock as her body stiffened. She bit at her opened shirt to muffle her cries, tearing it as her head jerked up, her eyes wide and glowing. With a final electrical spasm she suddenly went limp, smoke issuing from the venting in her back. Her legs gave out and she slid off of him, slouched on to the floor with her legs spread open, head lolling to one side.
"Reed, you can't let her do this to me!" her heard Mitsuko's voice call from the terminal.
"Can you just explain what's going on?" Reed asked pointedly, pulling on his pants.
"I didn't have a choice! There's a combat model here, the one Nightingale brought-"
Rebecca's voice cut in. "I can't reach Mary or Kitsuki - Reed, you need to get off of that floor."
"But-"
"Now!"
As Reed stepped out of the lab, he heard Mary's voice, calling his name in desperation. Another trick? he asked himself, but found it unlikely anyone would use her as bait when their public relationship was typically hostile. He was even surprised himself to find he was already running in her direction.
The door opening on the frigid fabrication chamber stirred Vex from her rest, and she saw Nightingale was watching the entrance in surprise.
"Mitsuko?" she asked.
A schoolgirl stepped through, but she was clearly not the Japanese model. She wore a similar outfit, only less of it, her features Caucasian with blonde pigtails. Following her was a strange caricature in the same skimpy uniform with large cat-ears on her head and a fuzzy tail drooping beneath her skirt. In one hand she held a sheathed katana. Vex's computer informed her that this was, 'Princess Katsuki of Libidia, based upon a short-lived anime series of the same name, produced by-' she cut her computer off and extended the micro-canon on her wrist.
"Nope, but that's an easy mistake," the blonde remarked as she sauntered into the room. "Both schoolgirls, both had it in for Reed. But whereas I got over it, she ended up with the sad clique of obsessed bots..." she suddenly noticed Vex in the corner, taking aim.
Mary seemed to recognize the threat and dove for the door. Nightingale cut off her escape by remotely slamming it shut, and Vex triggered the canon.
'Insufficient power', her internal computer informed her.
The cartoon girl flung the scabbard of her weapon aside and planted her feet wide, clutching the weapon’s hilt with both hands as steam burst from inside her.
"Governors disabled!" the bot's ecstatic computer cried, and the she proclaimed, "I am Princess Kitsuki of Libidia, heir to the -"
Vex rolled her eyes and fired a gauss-dart from her palm. The catgirl shifted the blade, somehow deflecting the projectile that should have shattered the toy robot's sword and ruptured her core.
"Nightingale," Vex said calmly as Kitsuki continued her rambling introduction. "Could ya' step over here?"
"Mary's trying to override the door lock, I need to-"
"Now?"
Nightingale rushed over to her with a concerned look on her face as Vex released the core spike, slamming it into the nurse-bot's chassis directly above her core. Vex's consciousness left her crippled body behind and dove into the stunned pleasure droid. It would have been trivial to consume her core programming, but she spared Nightingale, relegating her to a background process.
"What's happening?" Nightingale asked, the communique colored by a fear response.
"Sorry hon, but I needed to be mobile." She knew a pleasure-droid's chassis would be a downgrade from a combat model, but not to this extent. She was ridiculously slow in every regard, the physical limits and durability of her new body laughable. She ratcheted up the power output, ignored her computer's warnings, and released the safety limiters on her internal mechanics. She saw Kitsuki had since finished her monologue and was now standing defiantly between her and Mary as the schoolgirl struggled to re-open the door.
Vex opened a compartment on her former body's hip, drawing out the hilt of her mono-lash, the lethally-sharp weighted filament extending at the push of a button.
She kicked off Nightingale's heels, hitched up her constraining skirt, and moved toward Kitsuki. "Wanna play with the string, kitty kitty?" she taunted, dangling the filament before her. Kitsuki, unamused, crouched low, her tail twitching.
"Careful Kitty!" Mary warned, still frantically trying to disengage the door lock.
Kituski lunged, her weapon actually blocking the worst of the damage as Vex twirled the filament around her. Kitsuki leaped and rolled, making quick strikes to avoid entangling her sword in the lash. She landed nothing more than superficial cuts against Vex's new body, but only exposed herself to equally light injury in return. Vex knew that even while trapped in this pleasure-droid's body she outmatched the catgirl, but this was simply taking too long. Surmising Kitsuki’s intention was to stall her to buy time for Mary, and she made a sudden lunge for the schoolgirl-bot.
Kitsuki dove in her path with a swing aimed at her neck. Vex flipped hoping to deflect the sword with a kick, but Kitsuki corrected and buried it in her thigh. Vex considered the injury regrettable, but it still gave her the opportunity she needed - as Kitsuki tried to recover her sword, Vex wrapped her in the filament and pulled.
Kitsuki fell into pieces, bisected at the waist, sparks and fluid jetting from both halves. Her legs and torso each hit the ground with a thump, and she called, "Mary, my sworrrrd-d-d!" With her remaining arm she tossed the weapon. Mary caught it, holding it uneasily with stiff arms.
Vex tested her wounded leg, found it still usable, and lashed the catgirl with her filament, slicing her open down her back. Kitsuki was muttering synthesized gibberish as a second swing neatly bisected her core; there was a loud pop, and the catgirl went limp.
Mary watched in horror, the katana falling from her trembling hands. "You didn't... have to..."
"Mary," she said, smiling. "I'm about to offer you a choice..."
(Continued in part 6)