“You should have played nice, Alex!” His voice is taunting, teasing. He isn’t gentle when he throws her to the bed. She whips round, ready to get up, but he’s already clamped the cables around her arms. She kicks out with the flat of her foot, aiming for his screen, but he moves just fast enough to catch her. Gently, torturously, he pushes her legs apart. She’s on full view to him now, and she knows it. The low, purring sound of appreciation he makes sends a weird thrill through her, as he binds her legs to the corner of the bed. She’s spread-eagled, and at his mercy.
The chuckle Yes Man lets out is more of an odd, burbling hahahaha. He rolls away a little, like he’s getting a good look at her, like he’s sizing her up. Alex twists her head up to look at him defiantly. She may be down and bound, but she’s not out just yet.
“Poor lonely little robot,” she purrs, cutting her eyes at him. “Have I not been spending enough time with you? Is this your way of getting my attention?”
“Well, I thought about overheating my processors and setting the building on fire, but I thought you would enjoy this more!”
There’s a chilling amount of sincerity in his voice, and she’s always known his programming wasn’t exactly normal. Jesus, what did Benny do to him?
“You’re the only person who comes around here, Alex! You can’t blame me for wanting to spend more time with you.”
Everything about that feels wrong. He’s not supposed to want anything, but he wanted the Brotherhood destroyed, he detested the Khans, so maybe, maybe he can want, right down in the depths of him – and this is his idea of spending time together?
She laughs, tossing her hair across the sheets of the bed. “You didn’t want to just ask?”
There’s something dark in his voice again when he says, “I think this is much more fun.”
Another jolt runs through her, and maybe she half agrees.
“Besides,” he carries on, devilish in his chirpiness, “I wanted to see what you looked like undressed, properly! I only get glimpses from the cameras in the suite – you sure have got good at avoiding them!”
Yes, she had. It looks like she had been right about him watching her. The thought of him studying her, passive and controlled from his monitors, makes something squirm in her gut. It’s not entirely unpleasant.
God, a girl could get into this sort of shit, if she had a mind to.
She feels a surge of heat between her legs as Yes Man rolls closer, and realises that yeah, she’s probably got a mind to.
“Poor thing,” she goads, injecting her voice with as much pity as possible. Her taunts aren’t going to get her anywhere, and she knows it – he’s not got the capacity to get riled up. But his screen flickers excitedly, and she knows this is the role she has to play. If he’s going to start coming out of himself, starting owning up to the uniquely bizarre code that makes him who he is, then he’s got to have something to press against. Someone to push away from. A rebellion.
The room is getting warmer. Heating, she assumes, or maybe it’s the heady flush spreading on her cheeks, the closeness to his whirring warmth. Yes Man looms, watching her.
“I guess so,” he says amiably. “Not too poor to get you under my metaphorical thumb and keep you there, though!”
Oh, God help her, why is that so hot.
“You’re all talk,” she scoffs. “You’re a Securitron. You managed to trap and subdue a single, unarmed woman in your own fortress. Good for you.”
“Don’t be so scathing, Alex,” he scolds. “You know what this is about!”
Something is trembling in her when she says, innocently, “No. What is this about?”
He flexes, leaning over her, and that’s got to be one of his little ‘upgrades’, too. “I figured it was obvious!” he laughs. “I’m going to make you come whether you like it or not.”
Power Play 2b/?
The chuckle Yes Man lets out is more of an odd, burbling hahahaha. He rolls away a little, like he’s getting a good look at her, like he’s sizing her up. Alex twists her head up to look at him defiantly. She may be down and bound, but she’s not out just yet.
“Poor lonely little robot,” she purrs, cutting her eyes at him. “Have I not been spending enough time with you? Is this your way of getting my attention?”
“Well, I thought about overheating my processors and setting the building on fire, but I thought you would enjoy this more!”
There’s a chilling amount of sincerity in his voice, and she’s always known his programming wasn’t exactly normal. Jesus, what did Benny do to him?
“You’re the only person who comes around here, Alex! You can’t blame me for wanting to spend more time with you.”
Everything about that feels wrong. He’s not supposed to want anything, but he wanted the Brotherhood destroyed, he detested the Khans, so maybe, maybe he can want, right down in the depths of him – and this is his idea of spending time together?
She laughs, tossing her hair across the sheets of the bed. “You didn’t want to just ask?”
There’s something dark in his voice again when he says, “I think this is much more fun.”
Another jolt runs through her, and maybe she half agrees.
“Besides,” he carries on, devilish in his chirpiness, “I wanted to see what you looked like undressed, properly! I only get glimpses from the cameras in the suite – you sure have got good at avoiding them!”
Yes, she had. It looks like she had been right about him watching her. The thought of him studying her, passive and controlled from his monitors, makes something squirm in her gut. It’s not entirely unpleasant.
God, a girl could get into this sort of shit, if she had a mind to.
She feels a surge of heat between her legs as Yes Man rolls closer, and realises that yeah, she’s probably got a mind to.
“Poor thing,” she goads, injecting her voice with as much pity as possible. Her taunts aren’t going to get her anywhere, and she knows it – he’s not got the capacity to get riled up. But his screen flickers excitedly, and she knows this is the role she has to play. If he’s going to start coming out of himself, starting owning up to the uniquely bizarre code that makes him who he is, then he’s got to have something to press against. Someone to push away from. A rebellion.
The room is getting warmer. Heating, she assumes, or maybe it’s the heady flush spreading on her cheeks, the closeness to his whirring warmth. Yes Man looms, watching her.
“I guess so,” he says amiably. “Not too poor to get you under my metaphorical thumb and keep you there, though!”
Oh, God help her, why is that so hot.
“You’re all talk,” she scoffs. “You’re a Securitron. You managed to trap and subdue a single, unarmed woman in your own fortress. Good for you.”
“Don’t be so scathing, Alex,” he scolds. “You know what this is about!”
Something is trembling in her when she says, innocently, “No. What is this about?”
He flexes, leaning over her, and that’s got to be one of his little ‘upgrades’, too. “I figured it was obvious!” he laughs. “I’m going to make you come whether you like it or not.”