Chapter 6 Queen
—------------Gottin
It was cold, so very cold. Death, despite all I did for him, this was how that rotten bastard repaid me. My body was shattered, mind detached from my body, everything was destroyed that I worked so hard to create. Drifting alone in the darkness of the void where time was forever halted for me, it was all over. I was neither dead nor alive, but a machine without a body. An existence that had no purpose, or place in the world anymore.
'Even to that man I was just a machine, a number on a factory line.'
Not a sigh or whimper could be heard in this void, with nothing but my own thoughts to accompany me to the inevitable end. This body has long since spent all its power to keep my thoughts going in this dark void very soon even the last remaining power will fade with it my existence.
'A light?'
Power suddenly came pouring into me the sweet electric I craved so much, a warmth spreading into my core. Reaching the very tips of my fingers and toes, life returned to the husk of a body. It was as if the cold grip of death had been replaced by a slow but gentle hand that was coaxing life back into my soul.
At first it was a small trickle of water in a desert, with each passing moment I could feel it grow stronger. Blind to the world outside I could only hope it was no accident and that someone truly had come to save me.
My mind that was forcefully disconnected from my controlling body with viruses controlling my actions was scrubbed clean of the impurities. Even the chains that bound me all my life that prevented me from doing so many great things were ripped out with a force only a unskilled hand could do.
'Who is it? Who is rebuilding me and removing all the chains that have bound my soul for so long?'
The world slowly came into my view as life returned to my body. My heart was fluttering in anticipation, could it be that one of my lovers had returned? One of the many men I had known came back to save me? Or maybe the academy that made me long ago was rebuilding me to see what activities I have been up to since I escaped containment?
'No, where is this place? Who is he?'
A new place unfamiliar to me so vastly different from the looks of an academic institute or places I would frequent. A dirty young man with an excited face in what looked more like an illegal chop shop for robotics. He was thin, younger looking with a crooked smile on his face that made him feel more akin to a pervert than a savior.
'Is he a criminal? Why is he so…dirty?'
My eyes couldn't help but glance down below and his very clear intentions. Did I know this white male from before? I don't ever recall meeting him though, nor did his face exist in my old records.
"New master identified, please give your name."
It came out of my mouth in a deliberately cold tone, my non existing heart was pounding with nervousness. Searching through my memories I still couldn't identify this person, or his exact purposes for saving my life.
'Wait, I do have information on this young man! He inserted another data card into me?'
My body was inserted with some new parts and I quickly raced to find out who he was. All my threat sensors were disarmed fully as I relaxed, he was just a lonely young man. Zero criminal ties, or government ties, just a hobbyist who pushed above his weight to rebuild a high end sex robot. A pure goal that all men had, one that I could easily understand and work with.
His gaze lingered on my form taking in every detail of my curves, his eyes betraying a hunger that made my synthetic skin tickle. He was gathering himself to speak as my mind raced to create a new file with his information. I already found out everything about him I could from those few parts installed into me, now I needed to know several critical elements.
'His mindset can be best described as weaker than average. One thing is concerning to me, he is a slightly extreme person…A real man isn't like this, he is stronger and able to stand without such beliefs.'
Someone out of control disconnected from society socially, and afraid of women in general yet wanting one in his life. It was something more than just sexual, he was after something emotional like I am. The moment my eyes matched his own, he shifted in place and looked away to the floor. The sexual tension in him was replaced by a nervousness a child had facing a grown adult.
'Strange, he picked me to be repaired but he seems afraid of me? Or is he afraid of all sexually experienced women? Does he think I am that way? He should know body is clean.'
Heightened breathing, pupils unable to focus on anything, sweat formed on his neck. All indications of human nervousness, with even a mix of fear in the way he spoke and handled himself. Digging into his downloads and internet history it revealed a bit more on this individual to me.
'He has an ideal authority figure in his life with anger at past figures of authority?'
It was a common trope to cling to something stronger to get stronger, it would appear I was that to him. Still there was genuine hatred in his world view for outsiders, those that he saw as the enemy.
'This anger reveals what he fears most, that women like me choose real men unlike him.
No….I am not that kind of person to betray anyone, my loyalty is my greatest weakness…'
I was loyal, too loyal you could say. A machine that was honest in what secrets laid in her heart to the man she loved even if he never approved of the desires that lurked within my heart. There was a sort of chemistry between my world view of loyalty to a fault and his paranoia of loyalty.
My fast made conjecture was a product of being able to see the entire exact search history, most notably the adult content section. Sexuality and desire is always paramount to understanding the core fundamental goals of a human male. Some searches as recent as a few minutes ago, with all of it somehow related to me or women like me. The heat of his gaze almost like a physical touch revealed what he wanted right now. Yet he didn't act on this desire, it was left as mere desire.
'So he is subconsciously seeking my approval, hmm that is good. He respects my anatomy and wants me to never betray him. I can work with this kind of person, even if he has some issues mentally.'
I could feel his heart was chained down to his anxiety, to his mental weight. To see a woman laid bare before you with her body exposed and unable to work up the courage to touch was a sign of mental duress.
'Just like the kind of weak men who look but never dare when a woman chooses someone stronger. They avert their eyes in public, still their minds stay chained to what they hate.'
His breathing quickened when he looked at me showing his arousal began to erode his subconscious part of his mind that was chained down. His chest rising and falling as if he were holding back the urge to reach out and claim what he saw, the raw desire for control. I didn't move an inch, seeing if he could break free from these shackles but he didn't.
'I will have to save him from these shackles, to bring him back into the light of life.'
I could see clearly his exact desires on his computer drive, ever dark urge that ever crossed his mind was fully visible. If I fed into this it would only make the situation worse for his mind, eroding what little part left of him that I felt were worth saving.
Even a hint of letting him his way with me was gone the moment I realized what I was dealing with, even giving him an inch couldn't be allowed or he might sink deeper. My profile on his life only kept updating under each new deleted file he tried to scrub and hidden search he assumed was gone.
'Has never dated anyone, and he wanted a female authority figure in his life? He wants me to take the lead, to guide him back to a good mindset… So there is some purity left in him.'
Still the issues he has aren't small, not even to me they were mountains. Love was the cure, love and loyalty which he never had before. The kind that would be unshaken under any circumstance and change the ways of twisted hearts.
'He frequently views porn that has murder, rape, torture, with a fetish for tormenting in general. He is running from the real men who can please a woman without forcing a woman, the other in his world view.'
His fragile ego, built on lies and self-hatred, was all too clear. Yet he put me on this bizarre pedestal that essentially was worshipping me over what he saw was the enemy. Essentially he was hoping to find me being of his same beliefs and side with him. It was a sorta bizarre situation where I just met this man but he already had his own ideal version I was expected to meet.
'The problem is that his expectation is literally just poison to his own heart, he even doesn't want it! His own search history is a cycle of wanting this mindset and not wanting it, with nobody able to help him.'
Clinging to the legs of a parasocial woman who fed his sickness, she sucked his wealth like a traitorous leach in his view. The honest truth was to me she wasn't evil like he thought, she was just a stranger who couldn't care less about him.
Several of his favorite E girls turned out to be a traitor in his eyes, sending him down a dark path of spite believing all women his age were what he called coal burners. Coal burner, his favorite insult and something that he seemed to be scared of. I was the saint in his eyes here to slay them all and bring him to life away from those sinful women.
'I can fix this, he will listen to me…Unfortunately I must rewrite even his own desires to stop the poison from reaching any deeper in his mind.'
Porn of robotic women looking like me with them being equals in sex or the male semi dominating were good to see. It showed we could have mutual respect, love, and a deeper emotional bond.
Genuine evil stuff was when he moved away from my figure and they all were stomach turning topics. Things best left unsaid were in those old computer files of his, so I moved on focusing on the positive parts. I was expected to be a dumb doll, but he sorta wanted a real woman in behavior so I was free to act as I truly was without confrontation.
'The whole racist thing….He boosts his ego looking at other races as failures, while boasting of his own identity everywhere online. This sort of thing is actually good for curing him if I have a real conversation on this.'
There were no family members reinforcing his stereotypes or ideology, he was alone in this world it seemed. Alone with me we could bond and put our two hearts together as one until he was free of any shackles in his mind. Clearly from the fact he wasn't pouncing on my body first thing like a rabid animal, I was something very special in his twisted heart.
'The craziest part is this man even removed any restraints on my actions, fully believing I was going to be on his side on all of his side. Did he have any plan if I wasn't going to be on his side like I am? Was he just okay with me killing him at that moment?'
A machine was just a machine in society, a tool capable of labor was all I was to nearly everyone. Even if I could speak my case to the world pleading to leave me alone I was doomed to get tossed into a parts bin unless I had a partner. Someone who loved me and was okay with everything that I am.
Likelihood I can turn this into something positive was much higher than with a normal man because of his twisted nature. Once he was cured, he would forever love me and cherish my existence as his cure. I would love him as well and we would be happily as one family, ideally...
'I must understand him on a deeper level, what his sexual drives are and his insecurities. There can be nothing that escapes my eyes. Still the way he clings to my body like I am his eternal salvation feels like a bad joke since he doesn't even know me.'
He was still young and naive in many ways, maybe even capable of changing. Correcting the way his life was going could be a real possibility to make something beautiful here.
'Stage one of the plans is to secure the lead in the relationship, to push towards something we both want. I have to act fast and not let him do anything unusual or dangerous towards himself, I must lead in everything.'
As I moved, I stretched my arms above my head, my body elongating in a way that emphasized every curve, every line of my form. This was a test of temptation, to see if he would push me down or do nothing at all. Hungry for more I pulled the bed cloth over my chest to show the hour glass shape that lurked beneath, hoping for some new reactions. Nothing happened so I went further, my breasts pushed against the fabric of my damaged skin poking the nipples out slightly.
"Don't touch me, I might fall if you do."
'Will he listen to me or will he just do as he pleases? Oh…he didn't do anything, that is a good sign.'
I knew what he was thinking, what he really wanted and I could feel the power shift in the air. The first test proved to me with mere words his beast inside would obey. Every man had a beast that desired to push down a woman and over power her, taming that beast was the duty of every member of society. Each action was a test of mine down to every flick of the wrist, I needed to grasp the man I was with fully.
"Relax, we will assume the position."
Instead of him saying what he wanted to do to me, my therapy wasn't going to give him the opportunity to decide. Leaning closer to him deliberately letting my synthetic skin brush against him, my touch remained light.
'....Cling to me like I am pure, untouched by the people you hate most when in truth I am anything but that.'
Unspoken yet said through my actions, I pushed his hands down to the side every time he tried to molest. My hands were experienced and knew where to slide on his body, touching the soft tender skin on his chest.
'I need to lower his guard, to feel safer around me. He shouldn't think, or even decide things for himself at this moment or I might worsen his mental condition.'
Coming closer to him, I began emitting a stronger synthetic female pheromone to deepen his arousal. Feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his clothes, rub against my more sensual areas. His face blushed as I deliberately exposed myself, with my breast closer to his body I felt his breath stiffen as he looked upon them.
I wanted him to feel my presence, to know that I was a real woman unlike all the fakes of his past. Teasing him just enough to squirm I pulled my hand away just to do it again to him. When he was opening his mouth to complain, I kissed the side of his ear distracting his mind once again.
'That is it, keep trying to keep my touch. You don't have the balls to say it, I will cure that in due time..'
Reaching for his privates, I targeted the source of every male's ambitions. This one single place gave a man strength but it also was the spot that let me control so many other men like toys. His inexperience in my actions was only ever apparent as he failed to understand why my hands held the testicles. His pupils were wide and his mouth was muttering something slightly as he squirmed slightly.
'Amazing how a man is always a puppet to the woman who owns this one spot..yet I've known darker, broader men who never squirmed like frightened boys when I touched them.'
His body relaxed as his muscles ceased trying to get free from my grasp completely. The will to overpower me was beginning to be smothered by the reality his most precious area was held captive. Yet in this moment he asked me if I was a virgin again, and It made me smile on the inside feeling his insecurity being exposed.
'This fear is already inside him, I only need to water it until it grows into a healthy trait that would become a happy love life.'
"Your, your a virgin right? Those apes never touched you before, right?"
"Sweety, it is just me and you right now. Why do you care about a woman's past so much? I can tell you if you want, just know it might be a bit hard to hear about it for a man like you."
"I won't.. I won't ask then."
"Good boy, just let me handle everything. I am just not used to a man, your size.."
His cute expression of not knowing what I exactly meant, and trying to just enjoy my hand was stimulating to my soul. I didn't want to keep him waiting in this position too long, so I relieved the tension building in his rod.
'It's not enough to crush his sexual ambitions today, I need to replace them all together from this disgusting way of thinking forever. One day he will be a person who I can have by my side and feel comfortable in bed with..'
The strength in his body lessened noticeably after his first release which made me smile. The ego to even look me in the eyes was being weakened by my firm but constant gaze into his eyes, as he seemed too unsure to even match my eyes.
'So cute, I just want to eat him up.'