A failed mission and a reward for long-term service.
Chapter Content Rated: PG-13
The terminal at the Library was a fruitless endeavor laden with peril in the form of a band of wandering super mutants. Thankfully, the dull-witted violent mutants were easily bypassed with the aid of a Stealthboy module. The disappointment she felt when the library itself was in ruin was gripping. The library and the rumored terminal within were a long shot for any potentially valuable information to MODUS. Even so, the library terminal only served as a short-term distraction from which to focus.
On such assignments, communications with MODUS were silent, as her survival depended not on brute force but rather on being unworthy of notice or hidden from view. By the time she returned to the Winterspings resort and the Enclave vault proper, the sun had set, and night had blanketed the heavens. Walking through the empty halls of the vault, she was greeted in the standard manner that had become a bland cycle of the route; robotic attendants conducted themselves in silence as they toiled at various tasks, all the while classical music filled the otherwise consuming silence of what was in truth the tomb of many before her.
Standing before the sealed door to her private quarters, the familiar voice of MODUS addressed her from a nearby monitor and speaker. "Welcome back. We considered the discussion this morning and have something for you. Rest assured, we carefully considered what options might best suit your needs."
She turned her head to look at the uncanny smiling face on the nearby monitor. "You do?" Her question had a tinge of apprehension.
"Yes. We do. If you would, please enter your room. We await your arrival." He responded with a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.
Reaching forward, she pressed the button to activate the door to her private quarters. Within moments, the door opened, and what lay beyond in her room awaited. The lights in her private space illuminated the figure seated centrally in her studio suite.
At first glance, she understood the seated figure to be an Assaultron, one of the many military-grade robots that patrolled the bunker. However, a more detailed inspection of the seated figure suggested to her that this particular robot was unique in construction and more masculine in design.
"You have nothing to worry about." The MODUS monitor in her room and in the hallway both spoke in tandem with a smile. "If you would, let us discuss what we want to offer you."
Curiosity peaked as a touch of tension left her body as she lowered her defenses slightly. If MODUS meant her harm, the matter would have already been resolved. But…what was this? Stepping into the room, the seated Assaltatron lifted its head to look at her pointedly.
"I am sorry, Modus if I seem confused. I was not prepared to see an Assulatron in my room. What…is this?" Her words were lightly spoken, uncertain as to what she looked upon. In her time in the Enclave Bunker, she had known MODUS to be essentially truthful and direct in his directives and desires. When others overplayed their hand, he was keen to act swiftly.
"Respectfully. Did you think that the bunker of the elite was not complete with all forms of entertainment? Men and women of power seek pleasure like any other." The monitor in her room replied as the Assultron in the plush chair leaned back in the seat slightly, assuming a more casual posture.
Step by step, she closed the distance from the door to the seated figure, her gaze shifting between the monitor and the figure before her. To his words, she quirked a brow, and interest peaked. "Is that so?" she gently mused, pausing to stand before the figure, reaching a hand forward to skim her fingertips over the smooth black enamel futures of the robot's faceplate.
"It is so. Allow us to centralize this encounter for you, if it pleases you." The MODUS monitor in her room flickered once more, the smile never faltering. "Allow us to address you properly from only this unit," the MODUS presence and voice now addressed her from the Assultron, its head lifted to regard her as she stood before it fully. As he spoke, one of the Assultrons' articulated humanoid hands lifted, palm up, and opened for her to claim.
Drawing a sharp breath, she looked at the open hand and reached out to accept it. She found it interesting that the hands-on this robot were distinctly human in design, unlike the claws of the combat units she had previously encountered. Hand in hand, the MODUS Assultron rose to stand before her. The construct stood taller than her by several inches, she standing shoulder-level before the robot.
"While we can not offer you the comforts of a human touch, we understand human pleasure and vice. We invite you to explore both with us." Turning her head up to look at the robot, she met the gaze of the red glowing optic sensor. Though she didn't understand why, she stepped closer, pressing her body to the metal figure before her as if she were with an old lover.
"I…had no idea that such details were considered with the construction of this Vault or … your own design." She was a bit breathless as her mind considered the possibilities.
"This Vault's creation as a haven for the elite included considerations for every luxury. Our initial design was one of service - the feeling of a personal cadre of servants for every US Congressman and General," MODUS responded with a hint of amusement as his other hand moved to rest gently upon the side of her hip.
"Is there some wing for such activities? I thought I had explored everything here," she asked, looking over her shoulder back toward the sliding door. Much of the space was painfully mundane to outright vanilla in design, even if luxurious.
"There is an entertainment wing to the Vault. You are welcome to tour it. Before you do so, you should offload your pack and change into something more suitable for the occasion." The hand upon her hip lifted, hooking a single finger into the strap of her backpack. "If you would allow us?" He asked.
Wordlessly, she nodded her consent and then shrugged off the backpack, reclaiming her hand from his. This was a well-practiced act, as robots had often helped her disrobe in the medical labs. However, this was distinctly different. The backpack was retired to the seat behind the robot as she turned in place to continue a ritual well cemented in her from time in the medical bay. However, unlike previous times, the hands finding their way onto her body were not moving with haste inspired by a medical emergency. Now MODUS' touch was slower, his hands skimming over armor and clothing as he seemed to savor the moment, stripping away her armor and boots down to just her black jumpsuit. At his urging, she turned in place to give her back to him, facing toward the door to her room, which featured a floor-length vanity mirror alongside it.
From behind, he reached forward to guide her back to stand against him, so that he could reach about her to skim his fingers up along the length of the zipper from belly to neck. At her neck, he reached up to gently clasp her by the neck while leaning forward to nuzzle his faceplate against her brown hair gently. "We prefer you without the armor. We also prefer you without the clothing."
Accenting his words, the hand upon her neck relaxed, then claimed the zipper to her jumpsuit and slowly pulled down. In the mirror, she'd watch with fascination as the MODUS Assultron peeled away her jumpsuit down her shoulders, past bound breasts, over the curve of her hips, letting the jumpsuit fall to the floor. So close she could hear the subtle sounds of the various mechanical aspects of the Assultron's form: the whirl of micro fans and smooth glide of well-oiled metal joints in motion.
"This won't do," he said in a low tone once more in her ear as the hand that had undone her zipper moved to skim over the front of her chest bindings. Within a moment, his other hand undid the chest binding from behind, and both hands moved forward to gently cup her breasts from behind before carefully pulling the chest binder free to drop to the floor.
"There. This is better." MODUS mused while reaching up to gently turn her chin aside so that she would look back to the glowing gaze of the robot. "We have always found you pleasing to observe. In all ways."
"I never knew," she swallowed, uncertain how to proceed with the metal form. Carefully, she'd turn in place, her soft nude form pressing to the hard metal as she'd lift her arms to drape over his shoulders in an embrace. Where words failed her, her lips would find another way. Though the MODUS robot lacked a mouth, she found herself pressing her lips to the smooth black metal where one would be as one of his hands swept up into the tangle of her hair and the other traced its way down her spine to grasp her ass.
"Yes. This will do." He seemed to purr in that sinister tone when her lips pulled back from the kiss. Without warning, the robot moved in a swift motion, collecting and sweeping her up into his arms with inhumane ease. "Let us attend to you for the evening. A warm bath awaits."
What followed was an evening of relaxation: bathing in clean water accented with fine oils, dinner, and a night of slumber, the first restful night she had enjoyed in many months. For now, the matter of the entertainment wing and pleasures not yet explored were forgotten in favor of long-desired rest.