IEDA

Light shone down upon the head of lieutenant Flemming, he held his hands on the edge of the improvised table they scrambled to make in the middle of the computer’s room, made out of two other, smaller, tables pressed together and leveled to an equal footing by books on their feet . His face shook, nodding lightly at what he was seeing below him, understanding it, his hand reached to his uniform pocket, his other hand moved his hair to the side, curving it in a wave. He took out a cigar, lit it and smoked over the table.

“Could you please not smoke here?! Are you out of your mind, Lieutenant?!” the engineer yelled. He adjusted his glasses, throbbing at his sweaty forehead. He was slouching on his chair, his leg jumping up and down, the stress was taking the best of him.

The man shook his head, exiting smoke from his lips, not giving the man the semblance of respect by looking him in the eyes. He placed the cigar back in his mouth and spoke with it in between his fingers.

“You have a great accent for someone who speaks the King's language as a second tongue, Mr. Heinrich” He inhaled, and puffed a cloud of grey smoke in the general direction of the scientist. His accent made him sound relaxed, mellow even, but he was very much fuming. He continued after taking the cigar out of his mouth, leaning in with a deadpan in his direction. “Are you a bloody spy?”

He took offense to that “A spy?! Me?! How fucking dare you, Mr. Flemming! I took a bullet trying to get OUT of the Imperial's warmachine!”

“I got you computers, transistors, computing power, finest grade bloody explosive technology and you made this?!” He yelled, listing off everything he and the Alliance had to smuggle behind enemy lines to be able to hack Imperial service androids and modify them into Kamikaze drones. He pointed to the table, referring to one such android.

It was a woman, only at a first glance. Naked, her dark skin was flawless and shiny, plastic, rubbery, a cheap colored replacement for skin that hid within a robust metallic skeleton filled with sensors that kept her form together. She was laid face down, curled hair covering the upper part of her eyes, wide open with a null, lips parted expression… Her body was akin to one of a model, generous breasts pressed against the surface of the makeshift table, a thin waist that made her look skinny… but her ass, her ass was simply and comically massive. The size of each cheek doubled the size of her head's diameter.

Just by standing there, round and exaggerated as it was, it wobbled. The outer layer of her skin had just been reapplied. This was the reason for the commotion. The machine's ass was stacked to the brim with explosives, all specifically located in each buttcheek of her pristine, smooth ass. The lieutenant straightened himself and pointed across the room with his cigar in hand.

“Don't you think you're out of the loop, Private Volpez.”

A man sitting with his hands behind his back stared back at the armyman, raising his shoulders uninterested. He was covered in filth, power and dust. He adjusted himself on his office chair, moving it left and right and grabbing an army knife placed neatly next to him.

“Sir, I dunno how to tell you this, but I can't exactly find a perfect military grade android with only a day and a half of time. I got you the next best thing, I consider this a success” He pointed at the naked android, from where he sat, the light just above her made her ass shine and glisten, wobbling it with each lean Lieutenant Flemming made on it.

Alliance Intel received after the scientist's rescue notified the resistance group behind enemy lines of an Imperial Gala being celebrated in the following days. The plan was simple, taking hold of one of the many military androids, reprogram it, shoving as many explosives as possible and infiltrate it, killing all the high ranking military officials attending the event, ensuring victory in the front lines as well as the liberation of the occupied territories the resistance had fought so hard to liberate and fight back against.

But during a raid, in which the taking of one of such androids was planned, Private Volpez utilized extreme force against the military androids, leaving them unfixable by the end. In the hurry of incoming reinforcements, he took an Ok state-wise hooker android hit in the crossfire and brought it into the resistance's underground base instead, forcing everyone to improvise.

“If you were an actual soldier you'd ought to be court martialled for pulling a stunt like this. Wasting Alliance technological resources better spent in the front lines, wasting probably the BEST chance we have at ending this war.” Flemming moved to a nearby ashtray, and put off the cigar. “My officials are relying on this assasination for a high scale attack. Do you understand what this means? If you lot fuck this up, it's MY head on the line.”

A slam is heard, doors opening wide and slamming against the wall. The three men turn their heads in the direction of the door, and in comes General Ophelia Amash, dressed with a Barrett decorating her long hair and long trench coat, her frown wasn't of the liking of Flemming by the second he saw it.

She responds to what he was saying “If we fail we all die, Mister Flemming. If you fail you don't a promotion, I feel like it's far more urgent for us to succeed than you”

Flemming groaned, caressing his forehead. Dealing with this woman's shit was worse than getting chewed up by his superiors.

He moved aside to allow her to see the machine’s explosive filled buttocks “Then what the hell is this, Ophilia?”

Ophelia stopped where she was, her eyebrows rising “Wow.” She let out, the his eyes turned to Heinrich “What the fuck is this, Doctor? You said you could redistribute the load into the chest frame.”

Heinrich groaned, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table, right next to the android's left buttcheek. “I already explained this 5 times… The inner components of the chest are way too compact. If I were to place anything else in the quantity we need it to, the bot wouldn't even be able to boot–”

“But did you have to make her so comically thick, Doctor?” Ophelia emphasized, moving to see the droid's frame closer, taking Flemming's position “I mean LOOK at her, Heinrich?? There's no way we can infiltrate this thing.”

Heinrich rose from his seat in a rush, aggressively, slamming his fist on the table “Well give me a fucking break!! I did the best I could do with this Scheißhaufen of an android your Dummkopf of a private brought me!” Seeing no one in the room even flinched at the short man's anger, he slowly sat back in his chair, putting on his glasses. “My deed is done, I've earned my protection from the Imperials. At least it looks humanly possible with BBLs and plastic and aesthetic surgeries on a human… AND I DID IT WITHOUT KNOWING ANYTHING ABOUT PLASTIC SURGERY OR ANATOMY!”

Ophelia sighed, her eyes gravitating to the machine's exaggerated ass… how obviously suspicious it was, even if erotic under the right gaze, the imperials knew the resistance was utilizing reprogrammed suicide drones, there was no way it could pass without suspicion.

Flemming stepped close to her “Are we calling the operation off?”

Ophelia turned with a worried look, this was their chance to change the ties of the war, if they were to wait further it'd be only allowing the Imperials to further establish their power. Thankfully for her, his trustworthy Private spoke up.

“All of you relax.” he began, getting up from the office chair and walking up to the face down android “We'll blow the whole gala up, no issues.”

“What are you planning?”

Volpez moved his hand behind the android's right ear and pressed down, a click and some whirring later she'd come to life, adjusting herself to sit up on the table… Her massive ass made it so she took most of the horizontal surface she sat on. She smiled with a seductive smirk, her curly hair flowing around her face and to her shoulder and her back

“Imperial-Pleasures model B100M, designation: Ieda, online~” She said to no one in particular. Everyone in the room stared in awe at her stiff yet sensual movements. Her head turned in the direction of Volpez, having been him who activated her “Hi. Honey~”

Volpez smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and looking at the robot straight in the eyes “Hey Ieda, tell me… Do you love sucking cock?”

“Uhm~ Yes. Honey~. I loveee a cock in my mouth~. I'm designed to. be perfect at. sucking you off~” she responded, moving her eyes in an arch to show just how much she liked that.

“See gentlemen and General? She's a sex robot. She doesn't have to look realistic, all she has to look is sexy… and I may say, you're pretty sexy, Ieda~”

“Thanks. Honey~” She responded with a stilted voice, moaning the word honey the same way she had every other time.

Ophelia crossed her arms and caressed her chin, thinking it through “So we infiltrate her as a robot? As… As entertainment for the Galla!”

Flemming spoke up “Could get us to VIP areas, closer to the high ranking officials” He was genuinely considering it now.

All the while, Heinrich looked between the people, feeling like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. If anything went wrong, at least they'd blame the dumb soldier and not him. He took a breather.

With renowned confidence, Volpez continued “In the meanwhile Ophelia and I will infiltrate the service crew and place back up explosives through the Gala. They won't expect us to come with a reprogrammed sexbot after all.”

“Are we basing the entire chance of this functioning on assuming the Imperials will think we aren't stupid enough to try this out?” Flemming asked, following the soldier's logic closely.

“Yeah, basically” he confirmed, rising his shoulders again “Also ‘cuz the Gala is tomorrow night and we already have everything ready to go, and i'm not letting these Imperial fuckers to stay another 30 years occupying my country.”

Flemming nodded, pursing his lips. Even he had to admit, giving it a try was better than nothing. “Alright. Get uh Ieda ready for tomorrow. And Ophelia?”

She faced him “Yeah?”

“Governor Schaufelmann will be there.” He said with a knowing look, the tone of voice sounding daunting. “We got confirmation from Intelligence this morning”

Her heart skipped a beat, as if a bucket of ice water had been dropped on her back, leaving a salty taste on her lower lip. She composed herself, looking more determined than ever. “Good. I'l make sure to target him specifically.”

“Yeah.” he replied, knowing exactly that she'd say that “You two share a history after all. Report to me after the operation.”

Flemming walked past her and to the doors, off to leave. The clicking of his boots against the floor echoed on the room. The men looked at each other, Ieda looked forwards into nothing, placing her hands on her shining flawless thighs, and having room to spare. She was awaiting commands, and once getting none for a while, she'd default to just standing still and smiling, at least simulating breathing with her chest going up and down.

Volpez chuckled, slamming his hand on the table “Fuck! I get it now! Ieda! Like IED! Hahahaaa!!! Doctor Heinrich you're a comedian!”.

- Crackling of wood collapsing upon itself, smoke rising from the crops consumed by the flames into the sky, tinting it with a dark hue of smoke and soot. Everything was fuzzy, as if stuck in the moment for the entire duration of the scene. She couldn’t even smell the ash, she didn’t cough, didn’t worry about her own stuff. She was simply standing there, in the middle of it all, Ophelia, younger, much much younger than how she is now. 30 years back, when the Imperials first arrived and seized the land of her nation to fuel their machines, to make do of their labour to further advance the development of their machines.

Her younger self stood in front of the burning farm and house, surrounded by the fields of wheat and other vegetables her father taught her to cultivate, and her mother taught her to cook with. Gone, reduced to ashes, such like them as well. Her eyes were locked on the imperials before her, laughing, drinking, patting each other on the back while one of them attempted to keep them back on track, pointing to the general area where her family’s barn should’ve been and talking about the dimensions of the factories they were to prepare. She was too small to fight, but too angry to just turn around and run, so she just stood there, incredulous that these men would simply let her live by the mere fact that it was cheaper that way.

Then she saw him, in his dark uniform and capped hat, offering glasses with his gloved hands to the other grunts and generals conversing in their tongue, smiling wide at his men with that thick disgusting mustache, congratulating them for a job well done. Governor Schaufelmann, the man in charge of her country’s occupation, the one who made the order to seize her land and to wipe her family clean off their homes. She remembered that face, his blemishes, the way the fat on his cheeks left lines around his face, his brown eyes, the laugh… and promised herself revenge. Justice, retribution.

“Ophelia, respond.” A voice echoed within the walls of her head, electric “Are you in position with Ieda?”

She snapped back into reality. She was in the back door, wearing a waitress uniform alongside the walking robotic bomb. She was still unsure how to ignore the preposterous size of her backside, it took a hell of a lot of effort to get a waitress uniform that didn't outright show all of her ass through her skirt, although it did remain mostly visible as she stood and walked, the skirt tightly hugging her cheeks.

She turned to look at her face, serene and focused forwards. She wasn't smart at all, a simple response based android who was sent commands remotely from HQ… she thought about asking if she was ready, but opted not to. She pressed down on the listening device on her ear

“We're in position. Should we go in?”

There was a delay in their response, at the other side of the city, Flemming and Volpez spoke into a microphone as each wore headphones all the while Dr. Heinrich supervised Ieda's commands and data remotely, even having a screen for himself displaying the machine's POV.

Volpez, after inspecting his two colleagues and the time of a clock posted on the wall, nodded to Flemming “Affirmative. Go in, blend in, locate the targets and send in the bomb.”

Ophelia closed her eyes and nodded, pushing the door open and entering into the gala's kitchen, busy and chaotically preparing the dishes and appetizers to be passed around to the guests by the waitresses. They had both walked into a complete mess, cooks yelling, waitresses complaining, organizers slamming their heads against walls in frustration… One of them though, locked eyes with Ophelia as they passed by, rapidly approaching them with an intimidating stare.

Ophelia cursed under her breath, but it was too late to go back. She kept on walking through the scrambling cooks and waitresses until she inevitably crashed with the organizer.

He spoke in the imperial language, thankfully, both Ophelia was fluent in the invader's tongue as well as Ieda was more than well programmed to speak and understand the language as her base language form.

“Now where the hell were you two?! We're understaffed for the night and the automated waitresses are currently charg– What the hell is up with her ass?” The organizer failed to ignore the obvious elephant in the room, side glancing past Ophelia to lock his eyes on the conspicuously huge backside of the machine. “...There's no way she's human. What the hell is she doing out of her charging station? They’re not set to boot up until later in the night?”

Ophelia was put on the spot, so far he was buying them being here, as such she tried continuing. She stuttered “I uh… Yes, I know, That is because… this unit here is fully charged and we’re short staffed so we gotta use her! right now!” She nods along, holding Ieda by the shoulder with one hand and patting her, the machine looking at the organizer with a passive, arousing expression.

“If that's the case then get a move on and cut the slack! The governor will be here any minute now!” He said, quickly grabbing a platter filled with appetizers and a small bowl with dip and handing it to Ieda, who automatically knew to grab it with one hand before her and move onwards, leaving Ophelia behind. The man looked at the machine, her massive ass swaying side to side as she walked everywhere she went. Not missing a beat, he smacked her huge ass, wobbling and making a clear dry slapping sound. Ophelia almost sweat bullets the microinstant she saw him smack her, going to stop him just to slowly go back once more. Ieda stopped in place, the impact somewhat throwing off her balance which she had to recalibrate, her expression going null for a second or two. She then turned, and smiled seductively at the man.

“Oh dear~ Am I. That sexy~?” she stated. One of the many preprogrammed quotes the hookerbot had programmed in her.

“You’re a real bombshell, now go get those officials something to munch on” The man ordered, sending the robot on her way.

He then turned at Ophelia with a raised eyebrow, probably due to her trying to stop him just then, worried of a pre-emptive detonation by the impact. She quickly thought of something to say, an excuse to not raise suspicion on them both.

“I-I uh… I was worried you would- uhm, accidentally make her drop the tray! Uh, sir! I mean…” she elaborated, rubbing her hands together “You know how faulty these units tend to be now and then! Sir.”

The man scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile “Oh, I've been working with these units since the Imperials got here… I know how rough I can be with them” He then patted the woman’s back with force, laughing with a dog-cough like laugh. He was then given another tray with similar appetizers and gave it to Ophelia, who had to quickly adapt to the different weight on the spot “Now get to work will you?”

Ophelia laughed nervously, and went out of the kitchen onto the inner areas of the estate the Gala was to be celebrated in. The place was covered in deep brown wooden floors, paintings and decorative flowers wherever she moved, along with the sound of her shoes clicking on the floor, she could already hear the guests gathering in the ballroom.

“Close call with the ass-bomb, right?” Volpez's voice spoke into her ear through the listening device.

She physically recoiled at what he said “Could we please not call it that?” She shook her head. Moving to one of the decorative tables with pots of flowers, she drops the platter with food, checking there was no one around on one of the mirrors “Where is Ieda at right now?”

Back at HQ, Doctor Heinrich was attentively inspecting the robots POV, already among guests and serving them. “Doing her job. Blending in… No sight of the VIP's yet.”

Ophelia continued walking, avoiding entering the ballroom alright for the time being, inspecting the building for support pillars, anything to place reinforcement explosives to make sure the entire place went down.

“Do we have word of the mole yet?” She asks, referring to the person on the inside to provide the explosives.

Flemming spoke “I doubt they came in with a microphone. They ought to be in the ballroom. Rendezvous with Ieda, if you're asked if you look better in blue, your response ought to be ‘only in winter’”

She was in the middle of feeling one of the northwest's wall's integrity, shaking her head as she heard her code “...I spill ink on my shirt once and you never let it go”

“How could I. You looked like a smurf” Flemming laughed

Back in the ballroom, the sound of live piano, glasses clanking and imperials talking among themselves filled Ieda's audio receptors. Despite being less advanced than other units, and as such the raw audio quality was lower, she was able to distinguish important data and conversations from far away, data currently being given to HQ live…

She was very difficult to blend in, Imperial grunts, off duty generals and officials were all looking in on the obvious droid's gigantic ass. Some laughed, others gawked, the wives of the men sent daggers her and their husband's way but most importantly, they were in on it, unsuspecting. Ieda walked up to a group of uniformed men in black vests and capped hats drinking from wine glasses along with one blond woman wearing a long white dress.

Her eyes turned their attention to the android approaching them, smiling sweetly. “Oh dear, look what we have here~ aren't you the cutest little android?”

“Cute ain't the word I'd use, sweetheart.” One of the men responded, clearly drunk. His eyes went along her waist down to her thick legs “How much are they selling you for?”

Ieda's smile didn't flinch for one second, stopping in front of the group and offering its contents while she focused on the man “I'm sorry. User. But I'm currently unavailable for. purchase~ As I am on duty~ But i'd love to have. Some private with you~” As she says that, from the middle of her collarbone a thin line opens from her glossy dark skin, and a mechanical sound comes out of her as a card comes out of such a hole… with two fingers, she takes it and gives it to the man.

Confused, he proceeds to take it and read it… it was a very simple advertising card for Ieda's sexbot model, a preprogrammed operation meant to keep her sales stable even if denying service. It gave information on her proportions, on her pussy module, her anal module, how good she was at sucking, her different sexual modes and fees… He had to take a double take of it all.

Once she realized they wouldn't take anything else from her tray, she turned around 180° and went for another group, giving the men and women an amazing sight of her massive ass swaying…

“...I think they just took a sexbot and made her serve drinks.” Another man in the group said, having had a glance of the card given to the drunk.

“Are you kidding? Governor Schaufelmann will be here. You know how he is about automatons…” The woman said, biting down on some of the food brought by Ieda “I bet he'll go wild on that thing later in the night.”

“I thought he was married.” The man said, taking a sip out of his chalice.

His drunk compatriot spoke up “If you fuck a robot it doesn’t count! Get your mind out of the gutter… everybody knows this.”

The woman shook her head and rolled her eyes, taking her cup, she took a sip of wine and looked over the room looking for something. Shifting her head in place to see in between the heads of the guests in the way, she was able to spot a secluded area away from everyone, just a round small table with no seats.

“If you’d excuse me gentlemen. I think our chat was lovely, I am just needed elsewhere” she said, she took a purse from the table quickly and left before even giving the other imperial men a chance to respond to her farewell, passing through the crowd, holding her glass in one hand and trying not to spill it with any abrupt movement, on the floor or anyone else.

Ophelia was already in the lobby, inconspicuously eyeing around nearby women that might look like they are the mole in the party… as she is, of course, deprived of the snacks on her platter by unknowing guests. Through the crowd she spots her, that woman in the white dress, their eyes meet for less than a second but it was enough for her to get a feeling and approach.

Passing by the guests she stands next to her, looking opposite to her direction to avoid suspicion, and murmured as she aimed her head in the woman’s direction

“You’d look better in blue”

To which the woman let out a relieved sigh “Oh thank god… Only in winter”

“You weren’t expecting me so early?” Ophelia asked, still looking around in the opposite direction.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come at all. You got any idea how hard it was to slip C4 clay through security? I had to put it inside the inner walls of my purse! a fucking cigar could’ve set it off!” She sighed in relief “Call me Lobi. Not my real real name, but I always wanted a codename…”

“...Alright, Lobi…” Knowing everything she has had to deal with Ieda already in less than a couple of hours, alongside the rest of her comrades' tendency to smoke indoors, she let out a small laugh “Tell me about it… Are you ready for the exchange?”

Lobi quietly nodded, her hands holding her purse with force as a cold sweat dropped from the side of her forehead “Yes… But, let's not do it here, too many eyes. Ladies bathroom, quick”

Ophelia almost let out a groan, but she was right. Everything had to go as smoothly as humanly possible “Fine, but let’s be quick about it. Everything has to be ready for when detonation happens…”

Once Ophelia left the platter aside to move back into the halls and eventually the bathrooms, the crowd began to close together and draw their attention towards the middle stairs… the event had just started properly. A clink of a chalice echoed through the room as people quieted down. The pair had to stop, their route was obstructed, and leaving now in the middle of everything would bring way more attention than before, so they were forced to play along

“What is happening-?” Ophelia muttered into the woman’s ear.

“It's the governor. Quiet!”

From the floor above them, looking down at the crowd with a microphone set up in front of him, was Governor Schaufelmann. He was older and crustier from the last time Ophelia saw him, but he was as recognizable as ever, that shit-plastered grin as he approached the crowd and the scarring on his face was something incrusted into her memory forever. The people around her clapped for him as soon as they saw him approach the microphone, welcoming him in as he waved and nodded, taking the applause and celebration for him. A woman with short hair came from his right and hugged him, adjusting his microphone for him and indicating something unhearable from the commotion, then he began.

“My dear friends and brothers in arms. I am so honored to be here with you today, on our 30th anniversary of the Modernization of The Francca!”

The room erupted in celebration, clapping and yelling. Ophelia couldn’t even pretend to be excited, Lobi would turn to see her worryingly, blowing her cover on something so simple would be an immense waste. But the way they named it, the fact they were not even speaking her people’s tongue and refusing to call her country by its real name: Franccatterrir. Nobody, as far as her eyes could see, was a native.

He gestured, attempting to calm the crowd down, to give him time to continue speaking “...Our most successful campaign, I know. Only achievable through our Imperial superior intellect and modern technology. Our Military androids, who guard our cities, who bring peace and modernity to the savage world and defy our enemies in the western front, keeping them at bay, and who cleanse the filth off the land. As well of course for our– DAMN!”

The microphone droned, the sound hurting many of the guests' ears as he let out a surprised yelp. His eyes were locked on something in the crowd… People began trying to decipher where exactly he was locking, landing on the bent rack of Ieda, leaning towards the floor as she helped a man pick up a fallen box of cigarettes. The silence in the room allows Ieda's servos to be heard through the room as she bends back up, quickly noticing the entire room focus on her, including Governor Schaufelmann–wide eyed and mouth agape. The machine shifted her head in place, taking in the stares with a smile and then spoke to the Governor.

“Greetings~ Aren't I. So sexy~?”

Ophelia could feel the hairs on the back of her head go straight to the point if she were to touch them she'd get stung. Too many eyes made the pressure of the situation grow stronger. She caressed her face with one hand, Lobi realizing her concern and having to get a double take, muttering into her ear.

“Wait- That’s the android??”

Ophelia closed her eyes with annoyance and nodded, confirming Lobi’s suspicion. She kept quiet, yet her expression changed from confident to genuine worry. The governor laughed, his laughter grew as he showed more of his sharp yellow teeth, his cheeks rising as the crowd accompanied his laugh, as if he had just pressed a button. People in the crowd went back to their drinks, while the governor spoke to that same woman from before, muttering something in her ear and pointing in Ieda’s direction.

“Did he take the bait?” Flemming spoke through Ophelia’s device in her ear.

“Didn’t even think twice about it.” she responded.

The governor adjusted his throat on the microphone “I just wish to wish you all a very fruitful anniversary. The Francca’s Regional Symphony will perform later tonight, and you are all invited to join us in the music.”

Ophelia’s device in her ear activated again, a heavy sigh from Volpez as he was made aware of the coming of the orchestra “Well, we’re in a hurry now. if we blow up this place with Fraccaterrir civilians inside we might as well say goodbye to any support from the population.”

Ophelia groaned quietly, turning to see Lobi with a determined look. She didn’t need to utter a single word for her to understand that they needed to hurry. They began to walk through the crowd, towards one of the doors at the corners of the room that’d let them to the bathrooms of the building On the other side of the room, Ieda was approached by higher up men sent by the governor himself, speaking something to her and guiding her with a hand on her naked back up to where the VIP’s were.

-

Back at HQ, Flemming and Volpez stared at the screen displaying Ieda’s POV, although the quality of the video made it difficult to make out the faces of the guests she was being brought with, all varying from young and all, their entire attention was focused on her, her curves, her seductive smile, even from where they stood they could tell her massive ass was the main source of their interest. Flemming had already lit up his 5th cigar since the operation began, blowing smoke near Volpez causing him to cough and blow the smoke out of the way.

Volpez hit the table with the lower side of his clenched fist “Hey! Major Pain-in-the-ass! Do you fucking mind the smoke?!”

“Watch your language, private. If I’m on my wit’s end it is solely due to your mayor fuckup getting this android instead of the actual android you were SUPPOSED to get!”

On their right, Dr. Heinrich raised his arm towards them and shushed them, his eyes entirely focused on the screen “Both of you, silence. Look who it is.”

On the screen, Ieda was placed in front of the governor, who took her hand and kissed it like a gentleman. Yet, as he guided her through the private room, filled with paintings and expensive furniture where soldiers and officials sat, was a table with older, more rugged men… their faces were the ones of the many of the frontline generals, a surprise that they were there to begin with.

“Holy shit that’s the entire Imperial war room.” Volpez muttered “We could end the war in one swoop”

Flemming didn’t seem to share his enthusiasm “Or we can fail and make this personal. Let’s just hope Ophelia gets the backup explosives in place… we can’t gamble our chances of a single one of these surviving” Ieda scanned the room, passively smiling as the Governor’s hand caressed her shoulder. Her basic hookerbot programming made her act docile and obedient at this, acting as an escort in response to the lack of orders coming from HQ. The governor spoke into her ear.

“God- aren’t you the hottest fucking machine i’ve ever seen…”

Ieda blinked twice, letting out a soft “ah~” to his comment, growling seductively at his words as she simulated shifting her legs together. “Why gee, governor~ You know how to make a girl warm up her circuits~”

Coming from the table in front, an older man with a white trimmed mustache barked at them “Would you please not insult this table with your degeneracy, Schaufelmann?”

Schaufelmann scoffed and rolled his eyes “Lighten up a bit, General. I’m simply enjoying Imperial mastercrafting such as this service unit. Am I not allowed the anniversary of my grand victory with the rubber hold of a pleasure unit?”

Another man said, “We couldn’t care less.” his tone dismissive and monotone “Just make sure to wipe her memory once the night’s over. We don’t want any of what we are about to talk about to come out.”

The group back at HQ watching this were all mouth agape, holding in the urge to celebrate in fear that they would miss whatever the commanders were about to talk about. They leaned in closer to the screen, basically pushing Heinrich away from even being able to watch the screen.

The generals' side glanced at each other, seemingly a knot forming in their throat as they struggled to admit something… finally, one of the younger generals, with a scar that went from his lip down to his chin, and a poorly short wave of a haircut leaned forward on his seat.

“We, of course, congratulate Governor Schaufelmann on the anniversary of the taking and modernization of The Francca. And we obviously wish for him to enjoy this party made in his honour. Nevertheless we have a more pressing issue which we must answer urgently, right now.” He said, firm and eloquent. His voice trembled though, dreading the words passing through his mind. “We are currently unable to maintain the war effort as we have, the Imperium is out of fuel to power our automated military, and without being able to expand westward with the alliance keeping us at bay, we might be forced to move east and resupply from the Rowlands.”

The table was slammed, plates and glasses clinging as they shook. That same old general from before barked out loud “Open another front?! Split our forces in half- Are you out of your mind, General!? To break our peace agreement with the Rowlands would be suicide in our state!”

“We have the west at bay. They haven’t even dared to question our strength in months, as long as we capture Rowland refineries quick enough to resupply we’ll be able to end the war once and for all” The young general explained, not budging nor matching the old man’s demeanor “The Emperor has already decided this motion. Some of us will be resigned from the west to the east. Troop relocation and resupplies of military androids will commence tomorrow at first hour”

Another man spoke “What about the Resistance? Here, in Francca? We know they are planning an attack today, here.”

A cold sweat went down all of the men’s brow. The casual way in which they spoke about their plan only let them know that they were well aware of it, that they must’ve known way in advance as well. They looked at one another, panicking, Flemming almost choking on his own cigar as he took it off his lips.

“We must inform Ophelia. Now.”

While Volpez nervously nodded and attempted to reconnect to Ophelia’s listening device the men at the table continued. Governor Schaufelmann scoffed at his college’s worry.

“Don’t be ridiculous Hanz. We have to make the mole lead us to the head of the resistance… I have my wife all over it already” His hand dismissed the entire situation, moving it to Eida’s right hip… and slowly feeling the side of her ass.

The old man groaned at the grotesque sight “Schaufelmann, have you no shame?! Speaking about your own wife at this table while manhanding a fuck-bot at the same time. Won’t she be jealous?”

Schaufelmann shook his head, smirking “Well of course not, Dummkopf” he laughed, with his right hand moving back up savagely to Ieda’s lower jaw, grabbing it with force and forcing it to turn to face him. The servos in her neck whirred audibly, her expression unchanged from that passive seductive smile… he stared down those camera eyes, those thin layers of fake irises of reflective material, inadvertently staring down Volpez, Flemming and Dr. Heinrich, and kissed the dark lips of the walking time bomb he had no idea about, whose ass pressed firmly against his side. Then he continued, once satisfied: “My wife isn’t programmed to be jealous anyways.”

Flemming cursed under his breath, hurrying Volpez to contact Ophelia to inform her of the peril her and Lobi were in. Yet, as he pressed down on the communication, all that came back was but static.

“Ophelia! Do you copy?! Ophelia! You’re compromised! I repeat, you’re compromised! Get out of there!” Volpez yelled into the microphone, not getting even a peep in response, they had cut communications. Volpez kicked the table and stood up, holding the sides of his head as he attempted to think.

Flemming held his shoulder “We gotta detonate Ieda, now”

Heinrich turned from his seat “Are you mad?! She is still in the building!”

“She won’t be alive for too long anyways! At least let’s make her sacrifice worth it!” Flemming interjected. He was pushed, tumbling to regain balance as Volpez raised his voice. “We are giving her EVERY goddamn second we can! Understood?!”

-

Meanwhile… downstairs, the two women had entered the ladies’ restroom, a fine white and blue tiled wall decorated bathroom with two toilets separated by a wall. It was empty, good news. Ophelia quickly closed the door behind them and took Lobi’s bag off her, placing it on the surface of the tap and rummaging through it, dropping everything it had without a care in the world. Lobi paced back and forth in the bathroom, now and then glancing back at herself in the mirror as she noticed her… friend’s? complete disregard for her stuff.

“H-hey. Careful with that, will you? Very expensive stuff” she complained, leaning to see what she was doing.

Ophelia left the innards of the bag, looking for a bump or any sort of feeling that let her know about the C4… getting nothing. Lobi’s comment didn’t do much to calm her down “Hah. Being entitled is an Imperium thing? or is it just a coincidence with all of you?” Her hand then felt it, a slight bump. “I need something to cut the fabric”

Lobi took one of the hair pins along her hair and gave it to Ophelia, something sharp enough to make a hole through fabric but not sharp enough to randomly stab the back of her head. Ophelia took it and quickly broke the inner wall of the bag… below it, it was covered from all sides by a white dough like material… exactly what she was looking for

“Look, I know I am imperium, sure, whatever. But I am helping you, okay? These assholes have gone way too far, they took my teachers, took my neighbours, all because they disliked automatons! Hell! We shouldn’t even be here!” Lobi continued while Ophelia scooped the C4 into a moldable ball.

“Tell me about it…” she shook her head with a sigh “The imperials took everything from me. And there you have them, calling it Liberation. Or whatever the fuck they called it…”

Lobi held Ophelia’s shoulder, smiling at her “And now you get to blow up the asshole who did that with a bomb filled sexbot… poetic, isn’t it?” she laughed “is her ass filled with explosives??”

Ophelia let out a small chuckle “Yeah, I suppose. And yes, her frame was too delicate to fill with explosives so we placed them on her ass… she’s kinda cute, not going to lie”

They both shared a good look at each other, most of the C4 now made into the shape of a big ball- until the sound of footsteps walking towards the bathroom. Ophelia’s listening device activated suddenly, static and messy audio with the voice of Volpez.

“Bzzzt- Ophe-! bbbbzzztttt –Compromised!” the audio devolved into further gargling of nonsense “Bzzzbb Get out of there!”

Upon hearing this, they both rushed to one of the stalls and closed the door behind them, leaving the mess of lipstick and makeup materials Lobi once held inside her purse scattered on the surface of the sink. They climbed up the toilet bowl, attempting to not be seen as they almost held up their breath not to be detected.

From the door of the bathroom, the handle shook in place as whoever was on the other side attempted to twist it open to no avail, then again with more force… then a slam! The door broke open, the frame breaking as it was kicked open in one movement, pieces of wooden frame flying to the other end of the wall as that same woman who assisted the governor stepped in. She adjusted her short hair, stepping inside the bathroom and glancing at the corners. Then, turning at herself in the mirror, and noticing her hair wasn’t… perfect. With one movement of her palm, the short fringe of hair was put in place, seemingly satisfying her.

Lobi and Ophelia stayed as still as possible, yet Lobi’s heels made it difficult for her to both stay quiet and still on both fronts… her feet shook, the trembling smacking the upper cap of the bowl and making a dull sound. The woman turned towards the stall, and tilted her head at it. They could both see the shape of her long legs under the stall, aiming towards them… Then suddenly, her fist broke through the door, opening it with it. Ophelia stepped off the platform and with the only thing she had at hand, stabbed to the neck of the woman, who stumbled into the door while the piece was still incrusted into the side of her neck.

The two women left the stall and breathed heavily, looking down at the woman they just took down as Lobi panicked

“Fuck- what now?!” she pressed

Ophelia took the C4 and handed it to her “Go, the pillars. I’ll follow you”

Then, as the C4 was handed to Lobi, she could feel a cold hand grab onto her leg and drag her down, falling onto Lobi’s feet. It was the Governor’s wife, the hair tie stabbed into her neck sparkling with wild shots of energy as she clung to Ophelia, staring her down with a soulless and mechanical stare. Lobi ran, but outside the bathroom an onlooker woman screamed in panic at the sight of the stabbed machine and ran into the ballroom… Ophelia groaned, and kicked at the face of the machine to escape her grip, managing to escape her clench but arduous pain in her shin. She struggled to get up, utilizing the sink as support, seeing as the machine stood back up as if it was nothing.

Her arm stretched out, held onto Ophelia’s neck and slammed her onto the mirror, breaking the wall mirror into pieces that clung onto the back of her head. Bigger pieces fell at her sides, but the force with which she was choking her made her most basic instincts hold onto the metallic hand of the mechanical wife, cold and unfeeling, feeling the air flee from her lungs. She threw her legs in kicking, yet couldn’t bulge or hurt her in any way that mattered, all she could do was stare into those cold unfeeling eyes to try and get an ounce of mercy that simply wasn’t there. In a panic, she looks around her, and sees the bigger pieces of glass, in a desperate move she takes her hand off the machines’, in a way allowing her to choke her out with more force for just a second for her to hold onto a sharp triangular piece of broken glass and pierce it onto the upper back part of the machine.

She could feel the piece break through the hull, plastic after all, the imperials needed to keep production cheap somehow, as well as breaking through some internal components. Her expression turned dumber, her arms went weaker and retracted to her sides… Ophelia’s body fell against the wall, regaining air as her hold broke. She coughed, looking towards her aggressor… the piece of glass was now flowing with sparks and sounds of buzzing electronics, she must’ve hit something on her CPU… Seemingly taking her out brought back connection between her listening device and HQ, being able to hear Volpez tireless calling.

“Ophelia! Respond! Are you there??”

She quickly went to press the device “Uh- uhm- yes! Yes, I'm here. I took care of the military android…”

Volpez sighed in relief “Holy shit. Good job, You gotta hurry, they know you’re there. They’re placing the VIP’s on lockdown and we have to detonate Ieda now! Make a distraction!”

She was exhausted, just getting to appreciate the feeling of breathing once more. She looked around her, meeting eyes with the governor’s droopy eyes.

“H-h-hiii honeyyyy…” she droned, in a dreamy voice that seemed to be flowing away “Whaaat can I d-doo for you?”

Realizing the broken machine saw her as her master and owner, an idea for a distraction came to her head…

-

Upstairs, while the VIP’s enjoyed the company of others, less gifted of course, automated pleasure dolls in the role of waiters… Governor Schaufelmann messily made out with Ieda. The dark skinned machine simply couldn’t keep up. 2 minutes into the mess he called, kissing her learning behavioural matrix gave out, and she just repeated a smoothing motion with her lips as she stared forwards, unblinking. His hands violated the sanctity of her dress, if there was any, as he stretched and pulled and dug deeper into her curves and her sides. Groping, enjoying every inch of her pristine and oily looking body. Once he broke the kiss, his hand landed firmly on her ass, caressing it as he completely ignored the weird texture underneath her fake skin.

“I’m definitely taking you to my collection, meine dame… I doubt any imperial engineer could make such an illustrious ass such as yours…” He said, caressing his old, wrinkly face on the smooth skin of hers “I still haven’t even asked your name…”

Ieda chirped “My name is Ieda. I am an automated pleasure doll made by–”

Her lips were made shut by his index, shushing her “You’re a piece of art is what you are, meine dame… And plenty of pleasure is to be had with a juicy… amazing piece of ass such as yours…”

His hand smacked the side of her ass, so hard the sound of it echoed through the entire room, the sheer sound making every other general quiet down and look upon them… followed by beeping. Ieda began blinking rapidly, way too fast, whirring coming out of her. Governor Schaufelmann tilted his head, as that sort of beeping was the exact same as… one of a bomb.

He stood up from the seat he shared with Ieda, and inspected her… even through the shiny skin of her ass he could see it, it was undistinguishable: a digital clock on a countdown of 1 minute.

00:53

“FUCK!” he yelled, jolting as far away as he could from his lover “SHE’S GONNA BLOW!”

The generals panicked, running towards the exit door in masse while their companion units dumbly stared at them with airhead smiles. Ieda stood up, her ass audibly beeping and her countdown going down second by second, approaching her target as she was supposed to.

00:32

“Yes~ I’m going to blow you soooo much~” she seductively said, making a back and forth motion with her hand, simulating a fellatio or… blowing someone off.

The doors were locked, through the commotion the VIP’s were unable to articulate their desperation as the guard on the other end yelled.

00:25

“THE VIP AREA IS UNDER LOCKDOWN! ROGUE ANDROID ON THE BALLROOM, I REPEAT, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”

Schaufelmann wailed on the door with his fist, looking back at himself as the walking ticking time bomb’s beeping went up in pitch, and walked seductively close to him.

00:07

“Gee, Governor~ You surely know how to blow a girl’s mind-”

00:00 - *beep*

KA-BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

The explosion took up the entire room, engulfing it in a blast that consumed the entire group and blew up the entire VIP area. The building shook, the structure became unstable, the amount of explosives made the floor of the upper VIP cave in, but they weren’t done yet. Ophelia struggled to walk, her leg just hurting way too much for her to sprint out of the building. Lobi, caused by the commotion and the fact that she had finished planting the rest of the C4, came back to find her friend pressed against the wall as the building shook, taking one last thing from her purse, a detonator

“Get gotta get out of here- come on”

She wrapped an arm around her and rushed towards the back exit of the kitchen, seeing the people flee as the exit was protected by two guards which upon seeing them both, turned angrily.

“Hey! You two! IDs! Now!” they barked, going towards them.

In a rush, they moved towards a metallic casing and dug themselves inside it, closing it before the guards could put their hands on them. Without a second thought, and with much worry from Lobi, Ophelia pressed the button.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! KAPOOW! BOOOM!

The columns that kept the remains of the building standing all blew up one after the other. The ceiling fell on top of the Imperial guards as the entirety of the building collapsed upon itself. The metallic cabinet dented above the two women, yet resisted. The communications struggled for a bit, but after a couple minutes… everything was over. The sound of rubble crumbling and collapsing upon itself stopped, along with the sounds of glass shattering onto the floor or against other furniture… all that remained was rubble.

“Jesus Christ Ophelia… you were literal inches away from exiting” Flemming spoke through the communication device, relieved, but mostly surprised at her colleague's endurance.

“Not a fucking word, Flemming.”

Lobi, despising every second she spent inside that claustrophobic nightmare, kicked the door, pushing some rubble out of the way, yet failing to open it fully… Ophelia joined in, kicking alongside her and at the same time until a big chunk of rubble fell forwards, allowing them to exit. The building was caved in, but there was an exit. They covered their mouths, avoiding inhaling any of the nasty dust and ran into the overgrown areas in between the building and the now forming rescue operations. The entire Imperial war logistics was gone, their army was to be split without a lick of the talent they once had in the west, and their forces could barely maintain their might anymore. As Ophelia was helped in running, she couldn’t resist looking back at the destroyed symbol of imperial dominance, the same way she once wished they saw how her family’s farm was burned before her. She didn’t even have to think about it as she smiled, it came naturally.

Days passed… It wouldn’t be too long before she would look up at the sky and see Allied planes flying over them, her country liberated, and readying to bring the fight to the Imperium’s core… She did wonder though, in fact, there was an ongoing bet at HQ, if the overextended rubber of Ieda’s ass survived the blast, so that they may one day keep it as a reminder that the Imperium’s coffin’s last nail was placed by a sexbot, with her ass filled to the brim with TNT.