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Power Play 3c/?

[(Anonymous)]

He shakes again, and Alex can’t help but wonder what’s getting him to react like that. She’s getting more and more fascinated by his new programming, but all she can think, now, is of climbing on top of him, bring him under her thumb, having him at her mercy, making him groan and gasp.

He’s a robot, she tells herself, but he’s a robot with a unique take on things. God, she wants to work with this. She wants to take advantage of this. She wants to work out whatever glitch in him is making him shudder and shake and push it, exploit it until he’s a mess of static and nonsense in her hands. He belongs to her, all the Securitrons do, and her power comes through him, but oh, oh, what she wouldn’t give for a way to make him remember she’s in charge. To make him putty to her. Ohhh...

“That’s...really good,” Yes Man tells her, haltingly. He sounds confused.

“I’m going to fuck with your programming so hard after this,” she confesses. His screen flickers again. “I’m going to work out what turns you on, robot, and God, I’m going to make you beg.”

“Begging!” he says suddenly. “That’s a great idea, Alex. I don’t really know all the words for what I’m meant to do now, so why don’t you beg me and I’ll work it out from there?”

A tingle runs through her, pooling in her cunt. She bucks against him, and he pulls back. The sudden absence of his fingers make a small, disappointed mewl slip out of her throat.

“Beg,” he tells her again, something urgent in his voice. Maybe she’s imagining this, all of it, the tone changes, the flickers, maybe it’s a product of her dizzy, trapped mind –

“Please,” she purrs, fixing him with a look. “Go on. I can tell you want to, Yes Man. I can tell you want to use those big, thick fingers to fuck me.”

“That’s it,” he coaxes, bringing the tip of his finger up against her thigh. “Way to go.”

“You’re teasing the hell out of me,” she groans, wriggling her hips. “I need you to put them inside me. I need you to pump me with your adaptations until I’m wet and cumming and making you spark.”

“I won’t spark,” he promises. “I made sure.”

“I want it,” she says. “I want you. I want you to fuck me, Yes Man, to make me writhe and moan, I want you in control...”

“You’re doing great. Just great. You’re really good at this. Just a little more. You can do it.”

She groans. What more does he want? She’s past the point of restraint, now, as his finger trails closer and closer to her heat, and she tries to work her hips to land on it. She just wants to be fucked, and he’s the one here to do it. Come on, come on. “Please, just do it. Shove your finger in me and fuck me, come on! Please, come on, Yes Man, look, you’ve made me beg, and sweat, and moan, come on...”

It must have been enough, because suddenly he drags his finger across her cunt, making her gasp, before he pushes it inside. His finger is truly thick, and the vibrations spread through her whole lower body. He sinks deeper, and she wishes suddenly that his finger was longer. He’s still half-holding her down, so her movements are restricted, frantic, as she tries to grind against him.

“Wow, look at you!” Yes Man exclaims, with child like wonder. “You’re crazy about this!”

All she does in return is grunt. Fuck decency, fuck decorum, fuck control, she wants to cum. She arches her hips hard towards him, and as
she does so, she feels him trying to work a second finger into her cunt.

“No!” she gasps. “It won’t – it won’t fit –“

Yes Man tsks. “Now Alex, I’m in control here, remember?” He pauses, and then laughs. “Hey, I found another hole!”

Oh God, she thinks, and his hand leaves her chest. His big, metal fingers cup her ass, and she can feel one thick, tapered digit nudging against her asshole.

“No,” she groans again. “Yes Man, please, enough –“

He ignores her. The tip has found where it’s aiming for now, and for a minute her mind goes blank and she’s overwhelmed by sensations as three things happen together. He slips an inch into her ass, he manages to stretch her wide enough that two of his fingers are fucking her, very shallowly, and one thumb lands on her clit.