The NA200 gripped the edge of the varnished desk with a low pre-programmed moan of approval, wincing as the older man gripped his hair and pulled his head back. His LED was flashing yellow at the rough treatment, his legs shaking despite his physical strength and endurance. He closed his eyes, shivering as a hand stroked up the front of his chest to tease his sensitive nubs. The contact sent small jolted up and down his body, stimulating him to encourage participation. His genital component was full erect, twitching as pleasure flooded his senses.
"I love it when you moan like a slut…Do you think that pretty coffee shop girl would do the same?" Mr Royce grunted in his delicate ear, the hot breath on his lobe making him shiver. Something about his tone made Naru's synthetic skin crawl. He couldn't answer for a moment as another calculated thrust forced a moan from his lips. Mr Royce had learned all of his programmed sensitive spots. He knew exactly the angle to thrust to make the NA200 melt. He seemed to take great enjoyment in watching him crumble, savouring each small twitch and shudder.
"I-am unable to-make such-judgements," the NA200 replied breathlessly in what he hoped was a level tone, but he couldn't help gasping. The air helped to cool his steadily overheating systems. The sessions had gradually become much longer, increasing the strain on his internal systems. Mr Royce chuckled, his breath teasing the NA200's ear. He leaned lower over the desk, raising his hips higher in anticipation. Mr Royce desired this. He must be satisfied.
"What do you think she'd feel like? Do you think it would feel the same as fucking you?" Mr Royce teased, pressing a hand against the NA200's neck to hold him down against the wooden surface. The NA200 closed his glittering blue eyes. Saline was slipping out to simulate overstimulation. These questions were irrelevant and difficult to answer. He didn't have the data to draw conclusions. He didn't see any need to research or speculate. I don't…want to. Despite his wants, his software had already begun working on the problem.
"My anal cavity is designed to feel tighter than the female vaginal passage, but I can alter the tightness to make it more appealing if you wish," the NA200 replied obediently, his LED flashing red as he processed and responded. He felt Mr Royce's wandering hand slide down to his solid length to squeeze almost in reward. The NA200 whined pathetically and bit his lip, pleased that he didn't draw any thirium in the process. He couldn't help it as his hips rocked back needily against Mr Royce, greedily drawing in his length. His sexual subroutines were flooding his systems with pleasure. He wasn't in control. It wasn't his decision. Participation was expected, and his body was obedient to Mr Royce's whims. Mr Royce chuckled almost fondly as he gripped the NA200's hips and encouraged his almost frantic bouncing.
"No…I like it tight…You're so tight, such a good fuck…I want you to think about her…Think about that pretty girl while I fuck you," Mr Royce urged in a husky voice. He asked the NA200 various questions about Mai and what he was remembering. The NA200 shuddered as his mind obeyed. A strange sensation settled in his synthetic stomach as he began replaying all of his interactions with Mai over the past few months. Her soft hazel eyes. Her short honey hair. The pale shade of her skin. The little smile she always gave him when he entered the shop. Mr Royce asked about the outfits she wore, but the NA200 had only ever seen her wear that little maid dress she always wore at work. She had dainty hands and delicate feet. She'd been light as a feather when she'd fallen into his arms. She was petite. She smelled sweet, with a hint of coffee clinging to her. He didn't understand the point of this. For what reason did Mr Royce want him to remember Mai while he was being pleasured? "You like what you're remembering? Like thinking about those pretty legs?"
"I-am an-android-I don't…feel…" the NA200 objected with a whine as his imitation prostate was abused.
"The way your dick twitches says otherwise," Mr Royce growled as he buried his face in the NA200's shoulder and bit his synthetic skin. The sensation forced the NA200 to arch his spine, moaning helplessly as he reached climax. If he were human, he would have spilled on the floor, but as an android, he lacked the necessary ejaculate. Easy clean-up. No mess. His body was fatigued, but he remained on his feet, rocking and bouncing obediently until Mr Royce came inside him. His LED was a burning ring of red as he leaned heavily on the desk, gasping to cool his overworked systems. Mr Royce had never been this intense before. He could feel the thick release leaking from his abused passage. A small whine escaped as Mr Royce pulled his cheeks apart with one hand to watch the creamy release seeping out. The NA200 obediently remained in place, allowing him to watch. "Get cleaned up and get back to work," Mr Royce ordered once he'd caught his breath, slapping the NA200's pert rump as he stepped back.
"Yes, Sir," the NA200 replied in his now level voice. Despite his level tone, his LED was flickering between yellow and blue as he deactivated his sexual subroutines. He righted his clothing and stepped across to the male bathrooms to clean up. He stepped into a stall and wiped what he could before washing his hands and righting his tie and collar. He paused a moment to look in the mirror. His hand stilled on his tie as he caught his own glittering blue eyes. Saline. He had neglected cleaning his face. After washing the trails away, he returned to his desk silently, noting the way Yasuhara was by his elbow in an instant.
"Kaz…you ok?" he asked quietly as he leaned down beside him, brown eyes searching. The NA200 took his seat and returned to work without pause. He turned on his terminal silently and allowed his fingers to fly across the keys. His blue eyes stared almost stubbornly at the monitor. He could feel Yasuhara hovering almost anxiously as he crouched lower to get a look at his face. The NA200 was unsure what he was looking for. If he was searching for some form of emotional response, he would be disappointed.
"I am undamaged," the NA200 assured in a level tone that Yasuhara hated. The NA200 always sounded like that after he'd been to Mr Royce's office. He sounded just a little more robotic. A little more dead. The only time he sounded soft and alive was when he was in the coffee shop or they were talking about Mai. The NA200 watched as Yasuhara opened his desk drawer, the one he usually kept locked. He was surprised and confused as Yasuhara pulled out the small pumpkin pin. His LED circled yellow as he watched Yasuhara handling it. There was something in his system that felt it was wrong. He fought the urge to reach out and take it.
"I want you to keep this with you at all times…If you ever…if you need to feel better, then touch this," Yasuhara instructed as he placed the small pin in the NA200's hand. The NA200 tilted his head in confusion, not really understanding the order. He didn't know what it meant to feel better because he didn't feel in the first place. He was about to say that he didn't understand when his hand automatically closed around the pin tightly, this thumb stroking the happy pumpkin. It felt smooth beneath his thumb, except where the surface was raised and textured with the cheerful mouth and triangle eyes. The sensation caused his inner workings to slow, focusing on the textured surface for a few moments as his sensors brushed across it. Yasuhara gave him a small smile before squeezing his shoulder and returning to his desk. The NA200 slipped the small pin into his blazer pocket.
Yasuhara watched the NA200 for the rest of the day and noticed that his hand was almost constantly inside his pocket, toying with the pin. He wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing. The sight made Yasuhara's brow pinch and his stomach tighten. He didn't know how much the NA200 understood, but he was clearly upset. At lunch time, he went to the café, taking the NA200 with him. Seeing Mai always seemed to cheer him up. Something was different though. As soon as they stepped into the shop and Mai greeted them, he watched the NA200's LED flip red once and then settle on yellow.
"I wasn't sure if you'd come back this afternoon and…Is something wrong?" Mai asked in gentle concern as she looked at the NA200's stoic face. Yasuhara followed her gaze to find the NA200's face devoid of anything, like when he'd first been activated. The only sign that things weren't quite right was the yellow of his LED. Yasuhara watched his hand slip into his pocket, his LED slowly settling to blue once more. As he relaxed, his expression softened somewhat.
"I am well," he replied in a gentle tone that sent pink across Mai's pale cheeks. Yasuhara remained anxious as they approached the counter to order. They remained in the shop for a while, the NA200 drinking a thirium latte while Yasuhara ate a sandwich and drank his usual caramel latte. They took a small table off to the side where the NA200 could watch Mai work. He wouldn't say it, but Yasuhara knew he liked to watch Mai as she bustled about behind the counter. Both looked up in surprise as Mr Royce entered and went to the counter, where he lounged and talked to Mai in gentle tones. Yasuhara noticed the NA200's LED flicker between red and yellow as they watched. He had to admit, it seemed odd. Mr Royce never usually came to the cafe.
His attention was fixed on Mai. He remained at the counter even after he got his coffee. He didn't seem to notice his subordinates as he spoke to her. Mai was polite and bright as ever, smiling and talking to him while she made coffee and cleaned up. Their interactions looked perfectly normal and innocent, but something was still off. Yasuhara felt it. Mr Royce wasn't quite leering, but there was something in his eyes. Something dark. It seemed Mai noticed too, as her smile was ever so slightly forced. It wasn't enough that Mr Royce would notice, but Yasuhara knew. It seemed the NA200 could see it, too. His LED was quietly spinning yellow as he watched.
"Mai, could we get another order to go?" Yasuhara asked jovially, giving her an excuse to move a little way off. The NA200 stood at his side, his blue eyes watching Mai as she worked rather than Mr Royce. "I didn't expect to see you here, Sir. We just came out to get lunch and pick up the afternoon coffee order," Yasuhara greeted kindly, noting the hint of annoyance in Mr Royce's eyes, but that faded a little as he looked at the NA200. Yasuhara felt something sick curl in his stomach at the way his eyes slipped down to ghost over the NA200's pert rear. The NA200 didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he was doing a good job at hiding it.
"I felt like getting out of the office for a bit. Even I get burned out sometimes," Mr Royce replied with his usual gruffness. Yasuhara agreed, swiftly moving the conversation towards work. Mr Royce gave him a few orders for the afternoon, waiting patiently for the younger two to pick up their coffee order. The three of them left and headed back to the office together. They walked somewhat awkwardly. Yasuhara tried not to notice the way the NA200's LED would flicker yellow each time Mr Royce stepped into his personal space. He didn't flinch when they made physical contact, but he was a little stiffer than usual.
The NA200 was summoned to Mr Royce's office within minutes of returning, disappearing for over an hour. When he returned, his LED was spinning a steady yellow. His expression remained blank as he returned to work. Yasuhara watched as he reached into his pocket. It remained there for almost fifteen minutes before he returned to work. At the end of his shift, Yasuhara stopped by his desk and leaned on it. The NA200 had perked up somewhat in the past few hours. His fingers were busy twirling his pen back and forth in circles. His fingers paused as Yasuhara appeared at his side, a comforting presence. Comforting? His LED span yellow at the recognition.
"Hey, Kaz. I'm going to head off…You have my mobile number stored, right? Call me if you need anything…anything at all," Yasuhara ordered almost meaningfully, tapping his shoulder lightly. The NA200 filed away the order, but he didn't really understand. What could he possibly need assistance with that would require him to contact Yasuhara outside of his scheduled hours? Looking up in his social databanks, he realised that Yasuhara was being compassionate. He was expressing a level of friendship. The willingness to be there, even outside of work. Something in his thirium pump squeezed at the realisation.
"As you wish, Yasuhara," he replied with a small nod. Yasuhara squeezed his shoulder and headed out. Something rose in the NA200's throat as he watched him leave. Words were stuck on the tip of his tongue. He was about to ask Yasuhara to remain, but he had no reason to. Yasuhara's work was complete. He wasn't needed. It was his scheduled time to leave. What reason did the NA200 have to stop him? He watched Yasuhara leave in silence instead. He blinked away an error message.
"Kazuya…You're designed to follow any and all orders, right?" Mr Royce asked in a guarded tone as he appeared in the doorway. If the NA200 were human, he would have felt a pit opening in his stomach at the words. If he were human, he would have denied it and run for the hills. If he were human, he would have remained in his seat. The NA200's LED span yellow as he processed the odd question, standing as he expected his presence was required.
"That is largely correct. I am programmed to follow the orders of any approved employee," the NA200 replied dutifully as he awaited further instructions. Mr Royce responded positively, and ordered him to grab his black blazer. The NA200 did as requested and followed him out of the building. He couldn't process why or where they might be headed. He never left the building at night. He couldn't help looking around the dark, quiet streets and thinking how different it looked in the lower lighting. His LED span yellow as he realised they were heading for the coffee shop. The café's lights were still on, shining warmly in the night. The closed sign was flipped and he could see Mai busily wiping down tables within. "The café is closed, Sir," the NA200 reported as they paused before the door.
"I know. Open it for me," Mr Royce ordered, the NA200's LED flashing red. His internal systems whirred in objection. This was an illegal activity. He could not comply. He must follow the orders of a direct superior. This was an illegal activity. He could not comply. He must follow the orders of a direct-"Now!" Mr Royce stated firmly as he nudged his shoulder. The NA200 wordlessly held his hand over the electronic lock and opened the door. He followed obediently as Mr Royce stepped inside. Mai's head snapped up in surprise where she stood leaned over one of the tables.
"Good evening! I'm sorry, I've closed up already…I could have sworn I locked the door…" she added quietly, dropping the cloth as she went to examine the lock. She hummed curiously as she noted it was indeed unlocked. She checked that it worked and hadn't broken, fiddling with the handle. The NA200 froze as he felt the Mr Royce's hand on his cheek, stroking his perfect pale flesh. He leaned down and breathed against his ear.
"I'll show you how to pleasure a woman, Kazuya…You're to stand right here and watch. Do not move from this spot," Mr Royce ordered, almost smirking as he watched the NA200's LED stutter to red. His whole body stiffened obediently as Mr Royce stepped away. He couldn't even turn his head or twitch his fingers. Mai had hurried behind the counter, her voice drifting over apologetically about how the coffee machine was cold and she wouldn't be able to make them coffee. In fact, she was due to leave in a few minutes.
"I'm really sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to come back tomo-" she was cut off as the man's lips met hers, his large hands gripping her arms tightly. Mai's hazel eyes widened as she froze in shock before panic took over. She cried out in objection as she kicked and trembled in Mr Royce's strong grasp. The NA200 stood by the door, facing the counter impassively. Mai was screaming, tears streaking her face as Mr Royce crumpled her dress with his roughness. "N-Naru! Naru, help!" She cried desperately as she looked across at his stoic face. Naru's foot tried to take a step before he was locked in place by dark eyes.
"I told you to stay put," Mr Royce snapped as a reminder, satisfied as the NA200 remained in his impassive stance, hands behind his back, waiting for orders. "Maybe once I'm done I'll let him have a go…What do you think? Would you like that, sweetie? I know you like him…" Mr Royce said teasingly as he stroked through Mai's tousled locks and kissed her neck. Mai struggled and writhed, the pair wrestling almost out of the NA200's line of sight. The NA200 continued processing, almost suffering an internal conflict as his orders and base protocols fought. Mai looked at him desperately as she writhed by the register, mouthing out quiet pleas as Mr Royce finally bent her roughly over the counter. One hand was restraining an arm behind her back painfully, keeping her pinned down. The other hand was reaching up between her legs, the sensation making her whimper and cry harder.
The NA200 watched, his inner processors dancing as error after error filled his vision. This was an illegal activity. He had to intervene. He had to follow orders. Mai was screaming. Mai is scared. This was an illegal activity. Mai was asking for help. Social protocols required him to help. He was ordered to stay where he was. Mai is crying. This was an illegal activity. He was ordered to stay where he was. Mai was asking for help. He had to follow orders. Mai is crying. Social protocols required him to help. He was ordered to stay where he was. He had to intervene. He was ordered-He raised his head as a red wall appeared, telling him to stay where he was. Why? I don't…I don't want to…Mai's in trouble! I have to help Mai! I have to get to Mai! he thought desperately as he heard the horribly familiar sound of Mr Royce lowering his zipper. The sound sent shivers down his synthetic spine with its familiarity. His sexual subroutines activated in anticipation, sending a shudder through his body.
He stared at the red barrier. It was keeping him trapped in place. I have to break it down! He had to get through. I have to get to Mai! He watched as an outline of himself appeared. He focused. He pictured himself fighting against the wall. Error messages filled his vision. He should not destroy the wall. He should not break his programming. Mai needs me! He hit the wall again, wincing at the small alarm that sounded in his mind. He was being disobedient. He should seek a technician immediately. Mai's helpless screams filled his auditory sensors. She was begging Mr Royce to stop, telling him it hurt. He was hurting her. Naru's blue eyes snapped open as the wall fell.
"Let her go!" His feet carried him before he thought about it. Mr Royce looked up in surprise as Naru lurched across the shop floor and dove over the counter. He dove over Mai's bent form, tackling Mr Royce to the tiled floor and into the wooden cabinets behind. Naru felt like he'd lost control as he wrestled Mr Royce. Mr Royce was larger, and would have easily overpowered a human of Naru's size, but Naru wasn't human. Mai had slipped down to the floor, her whole body stiff and shaking as she watched Naru beating Mr Royce senseless. She gripped the loose chest of her dress tightly, barely able to breathe as the men wrestled to their feet. They grappled and shoved. Naru's back hit the cabinets. He pushed off hard and knocked Mr Royce into the glass cake display. Mai squealed and scrambled away as he sagged and got ready to charge again. Naru got there first. He grabbed Mr Royce's head tightly with both hands. Mai flinched. A loud crunch sounded as Naru twisted.
He dropped Mr Royce and stared down, blue eyes wide and frightened. His LED was spinning red as he watched the body just lying there. He gasped as he finally shifted his gaze to Mai. She was huddled on the cold floor by the counter. They'd made a lot of noise. No one had come yet, but that didn't mean no one had heard. He reached out a hand silently. Mai grabbed it without a second thought, and Naru hauled her to her feet. He led the way, pulling her behind him, out into the street. He didn't know where to go, but he knew they had to get away from the café. He had to get Mai somewhere safe. Somewhere she would be safe. Current task - Protect Mai.
