Andrew and the Sexbot Factory/Prototype/Part 5

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Part 5

Rebecca looked at him skeptically as he lowered her carefully to the carpeting beside the pedestal, the cables extending enough to allow her to rest on her back. Reed straddled her stomach and undid the button of her laced white silk shirt, just below her breasts. She moved to undo the others, but he stopped her.

“What are you planning?” she asked. He ran his fingers under her shirt, and after a bit of fumbling managed to undo the clasp of her bra; the release of tension causing her breasts to part beneath the silk of her shirt. He pulled the strapless fabric free and cast it aside. “This might be easier,” she began, “if you would let me know what it is-”

He slid his member in the opening of her shirt beneath her breasts, and she quickly grabbed them and pressed inward, sandwiching his manhood between her tits. He slid his cock inward and out as she pushed her breasts in tighter. The more she squeezed, the more her synthetic flush tugged uncomfortably at him. “Wait…” she panted, and he stopped.

She sat up slightly and a white fluid ran from her nipples, soaking the silk of her shirt and lubricating his cock in a warm wetness. He slid forward easily, and once she lay down again, he began thrusting with speed. Every time his waist collided with her breasts they emitted a burst of fluid, soliciting a muffled squeak from her as she tried to restrain herself. Her hands fell away from her breasts, twitching, and he replaced them with his own. When he squeezed her tits, she responded with an unchecked lustful groan, arching her back.

As she raised her chest upward, rivulets of fluid ran down and into the exposed vent on her neck. Sparks flared up from inside of her and she writhed beneath him, crying out, “Warning! Fluid… L-l-leak… ahhh!”

Unable to restrain himself, he crushed her breasts against his cock as he came, his splint-charged seed spraying into several of the vents about her head. Immediately, her eyes shifted color randomly as sparks erupted from her venting, followed by smoke and the smell of burning plastic.

“Er-r-r-er-r-r-Er-R-R-er-R-er-er-errorrrrrr,” she stuttered incoherently, her head twitching to either side. Her multicolored eyes rolled independently, eyelids fluttering as sparks and smoke continued to pour from her.

As Reed scrambled back, her eyes suddenly locked on to his, her smoking face contorting into an artificially cheerful smile. “Hi, I’m Rebec-c-c-c-ca!” she cried in a saccharine sweet voice, “And I want to tell you about today’s sp-sss-sssp-special d-deals!”

Her hands haltingly groped at her breasts as she squealed, “Special deals! Sp-sp-speciallll ssssspecial AHHHH!” She arched her back again, tongues of flames leaping from her mouth and vents before guttering out. With a final sigh she collapsed into a smoking, dripping heap.

Looking worriedly at the inert plastic mess that had been Rebecca, Reed was relieved when he heard her voice over the desk’s intercom. “Ahhh… ohhh… <ahem>.” A pause. “Well, thank you for that Mr. Reed. I wish both you and G.F.P 6 luck in your endeavors. Will there be anything else?”

It took Reed a moment to collect himself. “Yeah – I remembered what I wanted to ask you from before…” he prodded her body with his toe – it settled, the resulting shift snapping one of her arms loose. “What am I supposed to do with your… remains?”

“You needn’t concern yourself with that. One of the maids will attend to it.”

Something about that struck him as funny. “So… the maids here actually do the cleaning? And that schoolgirl, she said something about studying?”

“Our core programming is such that we tend to do naturally whatever our original ‘role’ dictates. Madame discourages attempts to stray from this – my disagreement with her on this matter is what lead to me being stranded in that chassis.”

Reed picked up the touchscreen from the desk, glancing over the directions. “You mentioned this ‘Madame’ a few times – I take it she’s the one who runs the place?”

“She is.”

Reed could sense the bitterness in her clipped reply. “Are you in any danger if she finds out what you did for me?”

“I appreciate the concern Mr. Reed, but I can handle any fallout that might come from this. And as much as I have enjoyed our chats, I must urge you onward. One of the maids I spoke of is already on her way here.”

"I thought she wouldn't be able to see me, though..."

"Let's not rely on that if we don't have to."

Reed looked at the first direction on the touchscreen… Elevator 4 to level 12. “So long, Rebecca. Hope you enjoy… uh… having legs!”

“It has been a pleasure, Mr. Reed.”

He ran to the elevator, hitting the button. Behind him, he heard one of the other elevators ping in arrival.

It opened to reveal a demure and dark haired robot somberly attired in the black dress and white lace of a Victorian maid’s uniform. She stared directly at Reed. He stared back, waiting for a reaction.

She left her elevator and walked to where Rebecca’s body lay, ignoring him completely. “Oh dear, oh dear,” she tisked in an Irish brogue as she began to disconnect the cables leading from Rebecca's torso to the pedestal. “Ah hope ya’ waren’t lookin’ in ta’ Six’s transmission, Becca?”

“I didn’t know this would be the result,” she answered sheepishly from the intercom.

Reed’s elevator arrived – the maid looked up, but went back to her work after Reed slipped inside.

“That transmission a’ her’s has been causin’ no end a’ trouble…”

The doors slid closed and he punched the button for 12. The elevator plunged downward.

Arriving on floor 12, he saw a long, almost featureless corridor. Machinery hummed quietly around Reed as he walked, passing doors marked only by number. The corridor branched multiple times, and he followed Rebecca's directions at every turn until he arrived in a narrow hallway barely wide enough to admit him and lined with more numbered doorways. Lights glowed above each one, most red, a few yellow.

Studying the touchscreen to make certain he had not taken a wrong turn, a whirring sounded from behind him as a large boxy drone, the sort of non-sentient maintenance droid still legal in the Sprawl, veered around the corner.

Reed walked to stay in front of it, and managed to confirm this was indeed the right corridor. Just then, he heard someone approaching, singing, “Alouette, gentile Alouette…”

He stopped, hoping whoever that was would not turn down this corridor. There wouldn’t be enough room to maneuver around her in the confined space, and the drone cut off his escape – even if whoever was approaching couldn’t see him, he suspected that making physical contact would be the “something stupid” Rebecca had warned him about. Hadn’t she also said this route was supposed to be deserted?

Rounding the corner ahead was a freckled red-headed robot in an elaborate French maid costume. Ribbons of lace trailed behind her as she walked, the ruffles of her skirts swaying while she sang contentedly. There was something ‘off’ about her; were she human, he would have suspected that she was tipsy. He tried one of the doors marked with a yellow light, it refused to open. Same with the red. There was now less than ten feet between the maid, him, and the drone. If I weren't here, would they just crash into each other?

Je te plumerai la tête, Je te plumerai la tête ...”

The red light of a door beside him turned green and he pushed the button. The door slid upward, revealing a tiny low-ceilinged room, little more than a broom closet. The floor was recessed, and a metal bench protruded from the back wall. Reed had to back into the chamber, ducking the low ceiling before sliding into the seat.

Bonjour mon ami!” the maid remarked as she nearly collided the drone just outside the doorway.

“Obstruction,” the drone replied in a less friendly tone.

Vous êtes si drôle, ” the maid said with a petite laugh, and she backed into the chamber.

There’s not room enough for both of us, Reed thought. If I can push her out, get out in front of the drone….

His thoughts stopped momentarily when he saw the maid’s pert derriere. Her soft, creamy skin was nestled amongst the frills of her skirts, clad in a laced black thong that was topped with a tiny red bow, surrounded by frilled garters and straps each decorated with tiny hearts. It seemed like the presentation of some luxurious Valentine’s day confection.

As she drew closer, a small circular panel opened on her exposed back to reveal a connection port. At the same time, he felt a jab in his back as something extended from the wall. It’s got to be now…

Suddenly the drone rumbled past and the door closed on the maid . She jerked back, losing her balance, and with a startled cry she fell the last few inches on to his lap.

(Continued in part 6)




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