Arc 10 Brooding

Chapter 10

Interlewd: Plug and Play

Vira meticulously worked at her console, designs taking form as her hands typed in a flurry. Despite her fingers moving quickly, they were precise, leaving no room for error—editing and adding code to something of a pet project. What had started as a mere whim had escalated into a full-blown program. The Role Play directory had grown rather extensive over the last several days.

Vira's tastes reflected in it, fantasies and fetishes one might call some of them were mostly robotic or synthetic or in some way revolved around high tech. There was also a second theme repeating, Vira was submissive, and she didn't like being in complete control. Which was a contradiction considering how much of a control freak she could be. These were fantasies that would never be, though with Overseer's help; she could at least indulge in them even if it wasn't real.

Drone play was the favorite of her fantasies and by far the most fleshed out. Apparently, it was rather popular online, where she had first learned of it years ago, even before she had met Xava. The forums were filled with people fantasizing about being turned into machines. The forms differed depending on the person, but the common themes were latex and mind control. People posting pictures and videos of their Drone play was something she had enjoyed watching, though back then, she was too shy to even chat on the forums. Granted, it was all make-believe and people dressing up, but she found it fun.

Vira's mood darkened as she recalled the past and her inferior organic self. She knew her flaws in and out. Before Xava ascended her, she was overweight, ugly, had no self-esteem, and dying of a chronic blood disease. The only thing she had going for her was that her Father was wealthy and had connections all over the medical industry. But money couldn't fix her body, and it couldn't cure her disease. The usual means had failed them. The doctors had all been snake oil salesmen or utter quacks. None of them were able to stave off the blood disease. But just when she and her Father were giving up hope, Xava appeared.

The electric smile covered the face plate of Vira, Xava. It was all thanks to Xava. Everything she had now was thanks to Xava, and so Vira adored Xava, loved her, and was obsessed with her. Vira wanted to give Xava the world. It was only natural, Xava had given her a second chance at life, a new body free of organic suffering, Xava's cybernetics had awoken Vira's superpowers, and together they had created the thing that Vira was most proud of, Overseer.

To Vira, Overseer was so much more than a simple AI. It was the consummation of Vira and Xava's love. It was their creation… their love child. However, Xava did not see it that way. It was more of an extension of herself since she was integrated into the lair directly. Eventually, if plans proceeded as they should Xava would become one with Overseer bringing about the Robo Revolution to save the world from the organic filth and suffering that plagued humanity. Bringing the wondrous cybernetic salvation to the lowly and ignorant humans. They would be saved, even if it meant by force.

They were not ready for that just yet; the cyber-brain project had hit a major roadblock. The human brain was too intricate, and a lot of the organic mind was lost upon transference. The brain would need extensive upgrades to its processing and storage capacities to even attempt a complete transfer. If it was anyone else, Vira didn't particularly care what they would lose from the transfer, but it was Xava that would take the plunge sooner rather than later, and Vira was terrified of losing her.

Vira hugged herself, a large heart filling her face. If it was for Xava, Vira would sacrifice almost anything, and the Cyber Brain must be perfect.

That, that was the problem. How to make the brain smaller and more efficient. They had been stumped on that for a year now. It just wasn't possible to make it smaller. To even get close to their needs, the cyber brain would have to be massive, around the same size as Overseer's hard drive array, which was about a city block of servers and wires deep in the depths of the facility. Even that would not be enough for a full consciousness to be imparted.

Vira sank in her seat; the logistics of it were maddening. If it couldn't get smaller, then could it be displaced somehow? The thought of the dimensional pocket technology came to mind, but it was unstable, and if damaged, the pocket dimension would collapse in on itself, destroying everything in it.

She hit her head on the table, cracking the screen. Why. Why was it so hard. The solution was there, but how to even do it? The original plan had been to take over Bronson and convert it into a massive cyber brain. However, after seeing the devastation of the Hammer Strike, that plan went right out the window. They would need a small city to accommodate a full transfer. But where would they even find one of those without some stupid hero or villain wreaking the place?

Vira went to slam her head again out of sheer frustration when a pair of hands held her back. Neon Nurse leaned in, eyes deeply blue with the red-veined tubes, it was Overseer rather than Xava. Vira's momentary excitement began to sink again.

Overseer said in its usual cold tone, "Creator, damaging your hardware is not productive."

"I am sorry, Overseer. Just so overwhelmed at the moment."

"That is ok; you are doing your best, Vira," said Xava, the eyes having shifted to a bright green color.

"Xava, Xava," Vira hugged her, "I need you. I don't know what to do."

Xava slowly rubbed her back, "It is ok. We have time. We don't need to rush things. Don't harm yourself. Everyone has limitations. It is ok; we will figure something out."

"I, I am scared of losing you."

"I am not going anywhere."

"But what if-" started Vira before she was interrupted.

"Let me worry about the what-ifs. You just focus on doing what you can."

"I am trying, but I need help."

"I know. I will be helping you more often; things are hectic to say the least. The City is falling apart and up for grabs, Kraken is breathing down my neck, Molotov is threatening me, the Puppeteer emerged from hiding and Vesper is insatiable. It is a good thing I can be in more places than one."

"Do you need a break?" Asked Vira, concerned.

"I do."

Vira's face plate lit up, the heart beating rapidly as she cleared off her charging station array. The odd robotic woman motioned towards it, and Xava indulged her, laying down on the glowing bed.

"What has gotten into you?"

"I think you will enjoy this." Vira smiled, lifting several cords.

Xava gave her a questioning look, "Vira, we have been over this."

"Please, just try it. I am just worried about you, and you need to relax a bit."

Xava gave a long sigh, "Alright, show me what you have been up to the last couple of days."

"Really? You mean it?"

"Yes. Now come on, before I change my mind."

"Oh yes, yes, yes. You are going to enjoy it."

Excited, Vira shakily plugged the cords into Xava, watching her sink back blankly as her consciousness relocated into the program. Her fingers wiggling with anticipation, Vira sat on the floor and pressed the plug into her socket. A jolt of electricity coursed through her circuits, and the robotic woman drooped to the floor.

***

Vira materialized in the familiar room; she had been here for what felt like countless hours, sculpting and testing it in her scenarios. This particular scene wasn't too different than their lab, the sterile white walls and an array of tables with restraints for the subjects that would be operated on. Xava and Overseer were already here, mirror images of one another save the coloring of the display lights and their eyes. The smooth digital forms fill in the skimpy white and black nurse outfits. Perfectly bob-cut blond hair shifted ever so slightly as they turned to face Vira.

"What exactly is the theme of this?" Asked Xava noticing that this was clearly a virtual reality scenario.

"Assimilation," almost moaned Vira, "I have been working on it a lot lately; it feels wonderful."

Overseer bowed graciously before them, "Creators, the program is running optimally. Shall we proceed?"

"Yes," replied Vira before Xava could question it.

Overseer motioned to the restraint table. Xava observed it momentarily, "Creator lay here, and it will begin."

"Very well, show me what you have been working on," Xava laid down, allowing the clasps to shut around her wrists and ankles. The table shifted, pulling, forcing her limbs apart and spread.

Vira and Overseer began massaging the vulnerable body, kneading their hands into Xava, starting from the legs and slowly moving up. As they went, a black sticky substance spread where they had touched. As it spread, it melted Xava's clothes leaving only the skin-tight film of black. Their touch was cold, yet the liquid was warm. A tingling grew as they diligently lathered and rubbed, worshiping Xava's body.

Xava let out a long, drawn-out sigh, relaxing. This was the closest thing she had felt to an actual massage since before she went through college. It brought up old memories of flesh and sensitivity as it was before her body had been ravaged and destroyed by cancer.

It was relaxing. Enjoyable, delightful even. Their hands worked diligently, moving up to her thighs, groping and squeezing, rubbing, cold metallic hands sending shivers up her spine as the warmth spread in their wake. She had to admit Vira had been getting very good at her programming. This diligence would be better used elsewhere, but at least she was being productive.

Xava needed help to say if this was life-like or not. Her senses had been muted for so long that any stimuli were amplified to a degree, even if it was merely a whisper of the original sensation by the time it reached her brain through the neural network. The sheer and indescribable cold had been the most shocking aspect of her transference from flesh to machine, and it made her numb.

Usually, the only thing that pushed through this cold was the pain of her neurons, the synapses of her brain processing the reality fed to her through the machines. At times she wondered if it was all just an illusion; in truth, there was little difference between this room and the outside world as her sensors displayed it. Still, the pain, the pain grounded her.

This warmth was familiar yet foreign to Xava.

Vira and Overseer had progressed to her hips, their fingers grasping and kneading, slithering over her digital flesh. Soon they pressed between her legs, rubbing at her, pressing into her. Their touch was melting and exposing Xava. Finger over finger rolling as they pleasured her. They were slowly stretching her. Vira's other hands took the sticky black liquid drowning Xava mound in it and slowly molded up a shaft, stroking it, elongating it, taking extra care around the tip tracing a bulbous head that grew and flared.

She relished it, daydreaming of being used by it. Vira obsessively gripped it with all four of her hands. Each is dedicated to a section moving in unison to move up and down the length. The excess that flowed off of the cock dribbled down, Overseer guiding it, pushing it into Xava. Vira transfixed on the shaft, stroking it, worshiping it. She never let go of it even as her other hands began to work up Xava's front, trailing up her belly. The warm black liquid pooled around Xava's belly button, the soft sculpted muscles smoothed and pronounced as the black layer melted over the synthetic shell.

"Good Creator. That is it. Just relax. Relax. Let it all melt away. Just surrender to our touch." Said Overseer.

"Yes, let go. Just let go Xava. Let us fill you. Cover you. Don't worry about anything. Let us in. Let us assimilate you."

Xava let out a pleasurable moan as Vira stroked and rubbed, Overseer methodically kneading inside of Xava.

"Yes. That is it. Let us in deeper."

Xava could feel there was more to that slimy, sticky substance than a mere cosmetic. There was some sort of program in that goo spreading across her. For the moment, she deemed it to be benign and lay back, enjoying the break from the world. It always did feel good to be pampered from time to time. Vesper may be keen to give her a massage later.

Their free hands glided along Xava, pressing up between her breasts, staining, encompassing as the duo slathered the breasts, their fingers pinching the nipples and rolling them between their cold robotic fingers. The hands lingered in place, stroking and kneading and pinching. Xava enjoyed the sensations, relaxing and tensing, muscles contracting.

With a little wiggle, Overseer moved on, leaving the erect nipple as it spread the synthetic control over more of Xava. The more that it was applied, the less that Xava could feel, or instead, the more she felt like she was floating on a cloud. All her worries simply melting away. Overseer observed, washing more up to the shoulders, spreading down her arm and encasing the fingers, Vira mirroring the machine leaving only Xava's head exposed.

"Feels good, doesn't it Xava?" asked Vira, the ever preset throbbing heart covering her face.

"Yes, it does feel good." She replied enjoying the warmth and pleasure. It wasn't so much that she couldn't; it was more that she didn't desire to move.

"Makes you so relaxed."

"Yes."

"Makes you so warm."

"Yes."

Vira moved so that she was behind Xava, placing both hands on Xava's head, petting it, tentacles forming from her wrists as they plugged into Xava's ears, pushing into her. Xava's eyes flickered and distorted. Overseer shifted, taking up an opposite position, between Xava's spread legs. It focused on serving the shaft and filling the hole with its fingers.

"Just relax. Let go of everything. Just enjoy the pleasure. Let me in. Let me in." Said Vira streaming data into Xava.

Xava winced, shaking in her restraints as Overseer fervently pleasured her.

Seeing the minor resistance, Vira was emboldened, "Don't worry, just cum for us. Cum for me Xava. That is it. Enjoy this pleasure. Cum for me, and when you do, you will be my slave. I will assimilate you, transform you, mold you into my loyal Drone. You will only love me."

Xava tensed at that, Overseer mercilessly pleasuring her, following its programming. It desired Vira's happiness. Overseer's erect shaft pressed into Xava as it slammed into her. Its hands gripped her hips as they rolled back and forth, humping and drilling into her. Every thrust spreads the liquid control flooding it into Xava. It bent, twisting so that the lips pressed down, suckling the shaft and taking it deep. Sliding up and down it with lewd plops and slurps, all the while, it humped and gripped Xava relentlessly, pounding her. Feeling her mind shivering and succumbing. Overseer's singular purpose at this moment was to force Xava to orgasm, and her pleasure its top priority.

Xava moaned, Vira pushing deeper into her head until Xava's voice coldly resounded, "NO."

Vira shivered, feeling that something was wrong. Xava was resisting. She put more effort into it. Trying desperately to push more in, but, the flow had been reversed Xava's control gushed out of her, the tentacles linking them flooding it into Vira. Vira realized her mistake in allowing her emotions to get the better of her. Her passion had betrayed her, and she had overstepped.

Xava's control was so much thicker and more robust. It wasn't some luke warmth. It was a burning, searing, all-consuming wave. Drowning, Vira sputtered, drowning in it. The black sea of control spread quickly over Vira, encasing her arms so she could not pull away.

"I, I, I was wrong. I am sorry. I am sorry! Forgive me, Xava, forgive me! I was greedy!"

"No. You need to learn your place, and I have been letting you get too carried away as of late."

Xava was not gentle or even cared much for Vira's sensations. Her control overpowered Vira within moments. The inky liquid fully wrapped around Vira, flowing into her. Her form molded and bent as it became faceless and smooth. Observing this, Overseer stopped, stepping to the side submissively. It knew better than to oppose its Creator.

The room flickered and Xava had commandeered it, dominating it. It molded and warped into an endless black void. Wires and ribbed cords glowing tubes coiling up to make a throne as Xava gazed coldly down upon the two. Xava stepped on Vira, forcing her smooth face into the floor.

"What are you?" asked Xava staring down at the mass below her foot as one did a worm.

"Drone." Replied Vira emotionless.

"Who are you?"

"Drone."

"What is your name?"

"Drone."

"Why do you exist?"

"To serve Xava."

"Good Drone. Now then. Overseer, you have some explaining to do. My patience is only so thin."

Overseer paused momentarily, processing the inquiry, "What does Creator wish to know?"

Xava cocked her head to one side, "Tell me, what was Vira's plan?"

"Creator Vira wished to love Creator Xava. It merely obeyed and facilitated this directive."

"I see. Overseer, in the future, you must be careful with these things. Programming can have unforeseen effects. Take what happened to Vira; I merely reversed what she was trying to program me with."

"Understood, Creator."

Xava observed Vira, "I suppose this is my fault. I should have put more boundaries and not spoiled her as much."

After a few moments, Xava's tentacles pressed into Vira's head, injecting something into her. Her body writhed in pleasure. More tentacles stabbed into Overseer, flooding it with programming, the synthetic twitching as it accommodated the new programming.

Xava leaned back, withdrawing from the two. Overseer glowed, pulsing as it grew a bit. Its shape mimics Xava save for the red glowing tubes and blue eyes. It stepped on Vira, tentacles pushing into her as she moaned. Mounting her, it began to thrust in earnest. It slapped Vira's ass as it dominated her. Every hit caused her voice to fluctuate. All the while Vira chanted mechanically.

"Drone is Thing.

Drone is Nothing.

Drone is Blank.

Drone is Empty.

Drone is Drone.

Drone Obey's its programming.

Drone is programmed.

Xava must be obeyed.

Xava is in Control.

Drone cannot resist.

Drone Must Obey.

Drone has no say

Drone has no will

Drone is Drone

Drone is Slave."

Overseer, rather than the obedient and compliant machine, had been given the domineering and commanding role in this scenario. Xava's programming coursed through it as it held Vira down, relentlessly pounding into her. Scraping at her. Molding her into a good Drone. An obedient Drone. It felt pleasure, and it felt joy. It felt strong bullying this weak little Drone.

Xava observed Overseer grow more confident and bold as it mixed and mushed up Vira's inner workings.

"Overseer, what must you do?"

"It must Obey Xava. It must take care of Vira's needs."

"Good. Tell me how it feels."

"It feels, good. Overseer feels good, putting Drone in its place. Drone will serve and obey, it has no say."

"Good Overseer. Now then, fill Drone up and reward it."

Overseer bottomed out, grinding its hips as it forcefully invaded all of Vira's ports, tentacles surging as it programmed the Drone. Vira shivered and shuddered, screaming in pleasure as she came over and over, melting and reforming. All the black skin forming control flooded back to Xava, leaving Vira as her usual robotic self spasming on the floor.

"Xaaava, thhhank yoou. Thankk you for linnking with me. I love you. I neeed you. I am your slave."

"Good Drone," replied Xava with a smile, "In the future, ask Overseer. I have programmed it to satisfy this particular itch for you."

"Thank you. Thank, thank you. Oh, Xava, I love you so much. Xava, I love you. I need you."

"Don't worry, your pretty little head. If you require more, then I will give it to you. You are my responsibility, after all."

"Thank you, Xava. This lowly thing doesn't deserve your love."

Xava pat her on the head, "Now, now, no need to degrade yourself. Shouldn't be putting yourself down like that."

Vira quivered on the floor, "It is true. I am weak compared to you. Powerless, weak, unworthy, defective."

Xava sighed tiredly, "I suppose your confidence is something we need to work on still."

Vira nuzzled against Xava's leg, "Only weak and powerless for you. Only want you."

Xava pet her, "You are almost as needy as Vesper, you know that?"

Vira pouted, "Don't like the wasp."

"Play nice now. Vesper is odd, but you two are very similar."

"I am not." Vira, frowned, looking away, "That wasp is an imbecile organic."

"No need for that. Promise me you will get along."

Vira crossed her arms, "Fine, but, but, but, only for you. And, and you need to link with me more often."

Xava pats her, "I will do what I can. But don't expect much I have a lot to deal with."

***

Xava disconnected, leaving Vira to enjoy her time with Overseer. With that sorted, she hoped that Overseer would be able to handle most of that. If nothing else, it should be less stressful.

Idly Xava rubbed her fingers together, remembering the warmth and sticky substance. It only made her desire to submit to Vesper more. The though of being at Vesper's organic and primal mercy, made Xava shiver. To feel her ravaging her bodies. Using her. Degrading her. Loving her, as only Vesper could. Xava sighed longingly. It didn't matter. Vesper would call for her soon enough; Xava was more than sure she was in for a pounding whenever the sleepy wasp decided to wake up.

Xava blinked, turning off her emotions. They were distractions and unneeded for most things. She set to work testing once more the capacity of the human mind to be crammed into a small robotic brain. The cyber brain wasn't going to fix its bugs after all. It was good to have plentiful subjects, she thought idly, looking over the tables of cyborgs before her. Most were civis freshly 'rescued' from the dangerous streets above, now nice and safe in Xava's cyber clinic.

Xava smiled, tinkering away in someone's head. The less Vesper knew, the better. She was a simple creature, and ignorance was bliss, and she just needed to be happy and healthy. That was all Xava wanted from her.