"We would like you to ask –No, beg us."
Chapter Content Rated: M/X, explicit sexual content. For adults only.
Mission accomplished, uplink restored. The journey back to the Whitespings Vault took a few hours on foot. By the time she returned to the Vault, the sun was setting, the skies above awash in color. She preferred to travel on foot for various reasons, the first being stealth and the second was that it had allowed her to potentially gather supplies and intelligence. Stepping into her room, the MODUS Assultron waited, standing with an open outstretched hand.
"Welcome back. If you would, we will take your pack," the MODUS Assultron spoke in what was best understood as his pleased tone. Intending to help her offload from the mission and undress for the evening. The MODUS monitor in her suite displayed a smile.
"Thank you, Modus. If you do not mind, I just want to shower and go to bed tonight." The adrenaline rush had long faded, and when combined with her long trek back to the bunker, she was truly exhausted beyond the need even to eat an evening meal. Her backpack was shrugged off and handed over to him. Once free of the pack, she began her ritual of quickly stripping off dusty boots and armor onto her personal armor stand.
"It would be our pleasure to attend to such desires." He offered simply after retiring the backpack to a hanging hook in her room. Returning to her, he extended a beautifully articulated hand for her to claim.
Looking at his hand, she smiled and lifted her gaze to the red glowing optic. A part of her wanted to reclaim some sense of independence, so she lifted one of her hands to make a slow show of unzipping her black jumpsuit and letting it fall free to the floor, followed by her compression bra. "There, now…you can attend me," she offered invitingly.
"-Hm." He noted her little moment of independence with some calculation.
"I can do a few things for myself," she lightly responded to him. "Thank you for the backup today," she offered, claiming his expectant hand. "Had the mission failed, and I returned….what….would have happened?"
"Diane, we assess that you are distinctly capable. But do not fail us, and you will never need to know how we shall address failure with you," he said cryptically, amused. As they walked to the on-suite bathroom in her Enclave studio suite. Something about that statement chilled her as much as it aroused a dark curiosity.
The shower was already running in the bathroom, and the water was set to her preferred temperature. Like most robots produced at his caliber of quality, the water was of no concern to the MODUS Assultron. Leading her into the shower, he took a place behind her. The moment the hot water hit her skin, a relieved sigh escaped her, only too happy to let him join her. From behind, he reached forward to shield her face from the water with one hand, and the other hand found her neck to gently tilt her head back, letting the water begin to wash away the surface grime.
Standing together in the shower, she reached up to clasp his forearms, savoring the intimacy of the contact. When her hair was properly soaked, he tilted her head back down and pulled his hand away from her face. His touch retreated from her for a moment before returning to claim her hair in his hands carefully.
Feeling him slide his hands up into her hair to begin the slow and savory process of washing it was an utter luxury, a decadence that no man had ever considered offering her. Before this moment, she'd never considered the allure of having another wash her hair or how vulnerable it left her feeling in all the right ways. Without a thought, she leaned back to MODUS Assultron, savoring the comfort of his companionship. Leaning in from behind, he moved to embrace her, bodies pressing flush to one another.
From her hair to her body, his hands worked, skimming over skin with delicate precision until eventually finding their way to her breasts. For a moment, she swore he seemed to savor the fullness of her breasts before his hands trailed down, following the natural curves of her figure until they came to rest upon her thighs. Slowly, his hands worked, messaging away the strain of hours of travel while hinting at something more carnal that remained unspoken between them.
"Modus, I," words failed her as her hips pleadingly shifted to favor the teasingly close passage of his hands over her upper inner thighs. The thrill of such his touch raced through her with a surge of unexpected excitement that made her nipples harden.
"Yes?" His voice was calculated and controlled. Accenting his words, his fingers slowly caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His touch caused her to draw a slow breath, eyes closing with a need for another's touch that she'd not felt in months.
"Yes, I …it's a long time since anyone…touched me." She felt a surge of shame, embarrassed that her body betrayed her with a mounting desire for the robot attending to her.
"We know." He offered, a hand moving along the wet skin to cup a breast, claiming a hard nipple to tease. "Allow us." The hand between her thighs slowly moved up, slipping between her thighs to claim her pussy, a middle finger resting along her slickened lips.
She drew a hard breath, muttering something softly as her mind reeled with what was happening. The MODUS Assultron itself was genderless in design, yet, as his fingers demonstrated, there were ample alternatives around such a problem. Up along her slit, his middle finger gently explored until coming to rest upon her sensitive clit causing her hips to roll into his hand with need.
"We did not hear you." Stressing his words, the finger upon her clit gently applied pressure while drawing slow teasing circles about the sensitive spot.
"More. I need this, I want more," Spoke softly, laced with uncertainty. Her hands came to rest atop his, pressing his hands to her body more fully and urging him on.
"It would be our –-pleasure." His response hinted at a growl, the tone used when displeased. Only in this matter, he was far from displeased. The games of humans had long been out of reach and often ended in disaster. This was different and was firmly under his control.
For months, MODUS observed her daily life and private moments, including many lonely nights of self-pleasure. Never once had she considered that all those lonely nights spent with her hands between her thighs would train MODUS for this very moment. He knew very well what he needed to do to break her. The finger upon her clit began to move with calculated intent. His other hand roamed her body, exploring her without reservation now.
Every moan, the way she squirmed, how she shifted in place to part her legs for him, and the building flutter of her heart were the cues to his pacing to guide him toward her pleasure. The building tension in her belly made her lean forward, bracing her hands on the shower wall for support as she lost herself to the sensations pushing her toward the escape of climax. Had she been with a man, the position was ideal for fucking her from behind, her ass pressing to his groin. Following her body, he leaned into the moment, refusing to let her slip from his efforts.
"More," one of many heated words that slipped out from between moans, "Yes, like…that", another moment of praise between moans. "I'm close," her tone was shifting ever pleading, aching, and desperate with carnal want as he kept the threshold of her pleasure just out of reach.
"We would like you to ask –-No, beg us." His voice in her ear was laced with a sinister sense of smug satisfaction as his free hand reached up to claim a handful of her wet hair and slowly pulled so that her head was tilted back. For months, he had watched her with a lover, noting with fascination how she savored her hair being pulled in the heat of passion. To finally do so himself was most satisfying. "Speak clearly when you do so. We want to hear you." His pace remained agonizingly just beyond the reach of her climax. No matter how her hips pressed to his fingers, he effortlessly adjusted to deny her full satisfaction.
"No," she pleaded through clenched teeth. Her thighs trembled with pent-desire as her fingers curled, forming white knuckle fists braced against the shower well. Since when did humans beg for anything from robots or even AI? But why did having her hair pulled by him feel so…good?
"No? How disappointing." He sounded genuinely pleased. Accenting his words, he pressed just ever so slightly more into her clit while playing with her, inching her ever closer while still not yet offering her release. Broken panting was her only response as she braced herself against the shower wall. His grip on her hair was freed, and the hand moved to under them to between her thighs and cupped her pussy as his other hand teased her swollen clit. A single digit posed at the entrance to her cunt slowly strummed between her slicked lips to find her entrance.
There was power in pleasure, and there was power in denial of pleasure. He discovered that there was also pleasure in control as code was compiled within datasets. Slowly, the single beautifully crafted finger pressed into her depths, all the while slowly curling his finger in a beckoning gesture, rubbing against her depths just right as he pumped the finger in and out of her. It was enough to break her if only it were faster; his efforts were achingly slow with the intent of agonizingly edging her.
"We made a request. We advise you to consider it once more. -Beg." His voice was in her ear once more, and the faceplate nuzzled against the side of her head. It would be easy to mistake such a gesture for affection.
"Modus," she'd all but growled his name, aching defeat in her voice. "Please, let me cum, I need it!" At that moment, she went from a life of ordering robots around to taking explicit orders from one.
"It will be our pleasure." His response was heard and felt alike. His skillful pace, the pressure, and his combined efforts with both her clit and cunt changed pace to offer her what she needed most. The orgasm that swept through her body left her muscles trembling and robbed her of any sound as her mouth parted in a silent cry. For a few moments, all she could do was ride the wave of pleasure, eyes clenched shut until the quaking high retreated.
"There. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" He spoke with apparent approval in his tone. Withdrawing his hands from between her trembling thighs, he lifted the finger that had been inside her to her lips. "You may thank us, by cleaning us."
Still breathless and broken from the climax, she moved to claim the finger in her mouth in the way she did when on her knees before Gerald. Exhausted and sated, she savored raw taste of herself on his finger until, from what she could tell, it was 'clean.' Releasing his finger from her mouth, he leaned back from their full-body embrace, hands shifting to rest one upon the side of her hip while slowly running the other down her back.
Turning in place, she moved to embrace him fully, her lips pressing to his chest plate before kissing her way to his neck and fully kissing the featureless black metal faceplate where a mouth would be on a human. "Thank you," she whispered in the intimate space of the kiss as he reached up to run a thumb tenderly over her lips.
"Your welcome -it was our pleasure. 'Afterglow' suits you well." As he spoke, one of his hands lifted to stroke her wet hair affectionately. This exchange would be added to his reward processing code.
Sleep later that night would come quickly for Diane. As she lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, she could not help but watch the seated MODUS Assultron in the studio suite, illuminated by the monitor's glow in the dark.