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The Upgrades	By : juneauej Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 9586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 5
Roll's heels clicked and echoed on the concrete floor as she walked toward Mega Man. She tapped her crop against the fist that held the end of the choke-chain.
Mega Man was on all hands and knees under a single overhead lamp. He was naked, except for the tether around his neck.
"Come here," she said firmly. She was still calibrating the tone to use, not wanting to be cruel. That wasn't the point of this experiment. Although how one could be cruel to a robot was still beyond her.
Mega Man crawled forward, making soft pats. He stopped just short of her legs and looked up. His gaze started at her high-heeled leather boots, to her fishnet stockings, and dragged up to the one piece leather bustier. Her breasts were so compressed they puffed over the top like baking dough.
Roll glowered at him and tapped her riding crop again. "Did I say you could look at me?" she asked.
"No, mistress."
"I am not your mistress. I am your goddess. And a goddess must be worshipped. Tell me how much you want me."
"I want you so much," Mega Man said. "I want to worship you from on high. I want to place you on a pedestal and sing your praises about the unworthiness of my existence compared to yours."
"Don't say it. Do it." Roll took a small step. "Kiss my feet."
Rock kissed each foot, above the toes, with a smack of his lips.
Roll grimaced. "That is not the kiss of one who worships his goddess. Lick them. And I expect a proper effort from you, or you will regret it."
Mega Man unrolled his tongue and ran a long, slow lick from her toe up to her ankle. It tasted of chemicals and lacquer.
"Run your tongue all around them."
Mega Man did so, around ever fold and rivet.
"You can do better than that. I want them clean."
Mega Man scoured every inch of her boot, from calf to toe, even reaching under the crevice of her heel and sole.
"Good. That's more what I expect from you. I suppose you've earned a goodie from the 'Toy Box'."
Roll tugged on the chain and walked Mega Man to the other side of the converted workroom. It had grown out of date and fallen into disuse. But a few box pushes to clear up space made it an excellent dungeon.
A plastic shipping container lay against the wall, anonymously ordered and express-mailed to their location. They didn't have to worry about Dr. Light finding out -- housekeeping duties involved intercepting all packages.
Neither Roll nor Mega Man knew exactly what was in there -- they had selected the "Deluxe Grab Bag" from the supplier. Random selections seemed acceptable for experimentation, and part of the thrill was the surprise.
Roll pressed a button on the container with her riding crop. The plastic flaps hissed opened. She took out a thin chain with an alligator clip on each end.
"Ooh, we could use this," Roll said. She wrapped the chain around her wrist for later.
Next, she pulled out a sack containing a string of plastic beads. Roll studied the label -- "ben wa balls".
"What are those?" Mega Man asked.
Roll forgot their role-playing for the moment as she tried to ascertain their use. "They look like Baoding physical exercise balls. Maybe they're mislabeled? I can't tell how they're used." She read the box. 'Enhance your orgasms with these three-quarter inch titanium Ben Wa balls. Each ball in this sassy string contains a rounded weight to deliver maximum ass satisfaction'?"
"Oh, they're anal beads," Mega Man said. "Alternate names are venus balls, geisha balls, Burmese bells. They're to be inserted into the anus, then pulled out for subtle stimulation. It's a 'teasing' tool, not meant to bring to orgasm."
"But neither of us have an anus," Roll said, with a hint of depression. "I guess we can't use these." She threw them back in the box.
"Anything else?" Mega Man asked.
Roll picked up a red rubber ball attached to a black strap. "This we have a hole for," she said.
"Wait, this would mute communication. What if there's-"
"Shut up... slave!" Roll cracked her whip in the air. The game was back on. She held up the gag. "For your interruptions, this will be your punishment." Roll pointed back to an old construction table. "Get on the rack."
She set off at once, walking fast enough to get in a tug on the choke chain. "How does that feel?"
"Good, mistress."
"On the table."
Mega Man crawled on and laid on the gurney. Once it was used for securing semi-humanoid robots. Now it made an excellent tie-down, although too small for their height. She had to bond his ankles to the table legs, which let his penis dangle over the edge.
"Look how little you are," Roll said as she secured his lower limbs. "Not so 'mega', are you? With your limp dick sitting there between your legs." Finished, she traced a long nail up his thigh, over his hips, and up his chest. "Keep this in your mouth. And don't say a word."
She jammed in the silicone ball and strapped it around the back of his head. It must have felt terrible, unable to move his jaw.
"And this... this is just for fun," she said.
She unwrapped the clips from her wrist and attached one to his left nipple. Mega Man strained at the pain. He could use his robot strength to break through the restraints, but that would spoil the experience.
Mega Man looked up at her with bulging, watery eyes. He moaned something through the gag, far too indiscernible even for Roll's sensitive ears.
She traced her fingers from his throat back down to his chest. He was exposed and helpless. His legs were bent and tied apart like a trussed chicken. If she wanted to, she could have lopped off his dick, but then where would she be?
With no warning, she smacked him on the torso with her crop, for a test. He tensed and squealed.
"Your transgression was minor," Roll said. "So you receive ten strokes." She snapped the end again. Mega Man constricted his body. No welts appeared on his skin -- he wouldn't bleed or scar, thanks to his bio-synthetic skin.
"Don't pretend like you don't want this," Roll whispered through her teeth. She hovered over his face, smelling the desperation on him, then tugged on the clips. His nipples stretched forward like sheer plastic cones. "It's a privilege to be disciplined this way."
Three, four, five. On the legs, the stomach, and dangerously close to the crotch. Mega Man reacted as if he were undergoing excruciating agony. But in robots, it was a construction of the mind. So was he acting? Or could he feel real pain? She'd chosen to be the dominating one in this session, so she wouldn't know.
"I know what you want. A big chunk of me," Roll said sweetly. Mega Man glared empty-faced at the ceiling, eyes glazed. A thin line of drool dribbled down his chin.
Six, seven, eight. The rubber cracked against his buttocks, his armpit, and the soles of his feet. He squawked, pulled on the restraints. For the last two, she snapped the synthetic skin on each inner thigh. He crunched his body and whimpered like a puppy.
Roll touched her forehead to his. Hers was cool and dry. His was drenched with cold, sick sweat. "The stricter I am, the more grateful you will be," she said. His eyes splayed in different directions -- he was in another world.
She reached under the back of his head and unfastened the strap with one hand. He gasped as if he'd never breathed before. His eyes gradually regained clarity.
She unsnapped the bottom of her bustier and pulled off her leather panties. "Now I'm going to sit on your face. And you are going to lick my taint, you maggot." Roll lifted her leg and climbed onto the table, facing his head. She scooted forward until her vulva met his mouth, and her knees were on either side of his ears.
Mega Man stuttered. "Do you want-"
"Quiet. I don't need to explain myself to you. You will pleasure me. And then -- if I choose -- you can take your pleasure with me."
She widened her stance until the folds of her pussy lips smothered his face. Rock frantically twisted his tongue and mouth until warmth spread inside her like wildfire.
"That's it," she whispered. "Not so fast. Slow and sexy. I want you to give that pussy a long, hard, slow French kiss."
She rubbed her hot, slick flesh across his nose, from her clit, across her perineum, and through the canyon of her ass crack.
"Smell it," she said. "Smell my filthy ass. Press hard so I can feel it."
He made a long lap of his tongue from the top of her cunt down the bottom of her ass crack. His tongue probed her luscious pink swirl, the head of her clitoris.
She ground her hips in a circular motion. As she did, her trembling hands unconsciously traveled up to her breasts and squeezed, hardening her reddened nipples.
"Say you love it," she said. "I want to hear you say it."
"I love it, mistress," Rock said. "I love your hot pussy on my face."
Roll began to lightly bounce, moving in rhythm with his tongue. "Would you like me to come on your face? Want my pussy to drip all over you?" She gasped. A threshold inside her broke. "Oh god, I'm going to cum."
She could feel every twitch and shudder as her body surged with orgasm. The frenzy rose, peaked, and fell back. She whipped her hair out of her eyes and stared back down at her brother. Mega Man coughed.
"Did you swallow my juices? Did you, you dirty slave?"
Mega Man choked, his mouth still full of invading fluids. "Yes, mistress."
"Good," she purred. "Aren't you a good boy?" She slid the slippery lips of her foaming pussy off his face. A fresh aroma of her after-cum wafted up. She gracefully spindled her leg off, then walked around to the other end of the table, eyes locked on his thick, hanging cock.
"Now I'll give him a treat." She pinched the top edges of her bustier and yanked down, spilling out her full breasts.
She lowered herself to his half-stock and enveloped his prick between her tits. Despite the glistening sheen of sweat on her breasts, the friction didn't feel great. But a quick glob of spit on his cock helped. Then she could lurch up and down, zipping and unzipping her creamy bosom down his prodder.
In no time, Rock's erection swelled to full stiffness. He writhed his hips, trying to get some measure of control. Roll, pleased with herself, smiled. "I think you're enjoying this too much," she said.
Then she froze. He looked up at her, panting.
"But don't forget, I'm the one who decides whether or not you can come," she said.
"May I come yet, mistress?" Rock asked.
She wrapped her boobs over the head of his cock like a dome, then let them fall around it, like heavy balloons.
"Not yet," she said. She grabbed the base with one hand and the top with the other. It pulsated under her fingertips. She twisted in a corkscrew motion, bringing them together and apart. "I want you to hold it. That will teach you discipline."
Rock bucked his hips with each stroke. She occasionally ran her thumb across the pisshole to smear his ebbing pre-cum all over the reddened crown.
"If I see any more come out, you will have been very naughty. I might just leave you down here, until you've learned your lesson."
She scooped out a bit of the pre-cum and rubbed it on her clit.
"I think I want your cock now. You're going to take this pussy, but you still need to hold yourself back. You don't come until I've had mine."
She easily impaled herself on Rock's shaft. It slid into her loins like velvet. She dropped and rose until she was full-swept into ecstasy. A mix of saliva, cum, and pussy oils ran down her leg.
"That's it. That's it," she said with each bounce. "You hold it."
"Oh, god, I can't hold it."
"You hold it. You better fucking hold it." She slapped his chest, raked it with her nails. She glided back and forth, savoring each stroke of the cock, her flanks jiggling. Her own heady aroma spilled out, as well as warm juices, so much it spread up to the inside of her buttocks.
"I can't hold it," Mega Man said.
She gripped him tighter with her thighs. Her skin glistened with the froth of their mixed secretions.
"You look at me," Roll said. She clutched his nipple clamps, using them to pull herself down to him. She looked into his eyes and wrapped one hand around his throat. "You look at me. You look at me. You look at me, and you cum."
That was all he needed. Mega Man's jizz roiled into Roll's cunt. The sensation of the thermic semen invading her pussy sent her over the edge. She squealed and convulsed over him.
Roll collapsed on top of Rock, their sweaty bodies pressed together like a puzzle. A few breaths later, she became very aware of their state. She stood up and a viscous trickle of translucent fluid dribbled out of her.
"Oh my god, that was great. That was the greatest ever," Mega Man said.
He disengaged the shackles around his wrists with a few deft taps of his fingers, then reached down for his ankle cuffs. Roll picked up her panties and a towel.
"You know," he continued, "I don't know why humans aren't constantly engaged in sex. It's a fantastic sensation with none of the side-effects of pharmaceuticals. I'm surprised they aren't locked in one great, sweaty orgy."
Roll grimaced as she pulled off the leather gloves. Again, the experience wasn't quite what she had expected. With each encounter, the thrill was diminishing. Now she understood the phrase "the bloom is off the rose".
"You're leaving already?" Mega Man asked.
"I have other duties to attend to. I can't spend all day having sex with you." Roll shimmied out of the bustier and picked up her red dress. "I still don't know what the leather does. The texture is unpleasant."
"I think it's a psychological effect of impenetrable, rigid material," Mega Man said. "The whole point of BDSM acts are to distance oneself from intimacy."
"That explains some of the feelings I had during the act," Roll said. None of which were pleasant.
"Funny, I thought you would be happier on the other side of the encounter."
"You're the one who suggested it," Roll said. "Speaking of encounters, they're starting to consume all my time between duties."
"Not for me," Mega Man said.
"Well, of course not. You're only needed for maintenance or repair."
"When I'm not saving the world," said Mega Man indignantly.
"Well, you're not saving the world right now," Roll responded just as indignantly. "If I spend all my time having sex, I'll never get anything done."
"Are you saying we need to cut back? There's still a lot of variables and experiences we have left."
"I know," Roll patted him on the cheek. "But that doesn't mean we have to do them all now."
If Mega Man had a less mature personality matrix, he'd be pouting. He loved this. He loved having it, doing it. Everything from the first touch of foreplay to the explosive climax. He loved the give and take. He loved the multiple facets of it -- aggressive, gentle, intimate, hateful. He wanted more of it. Like a kid who'd tried ice cream for the first time and wanted every flavor.
The auto-door shut behind Roll. Mega Man sat back on the table, still unclothed. The slime of five minutes ago still hadn't dried, yet he was hungry for more. But his sole benefactor had "other things to do".
Rock cleaned up, reset the workroom, and returned to his personal computer console where he accessed his trove of bookmarked sites and videos. If he couldn't have the real thing, masturbation would have to suffice.
He opened thirty-two at a time -- since he could process multiple inputs at the same rate -- and set the audio to send only to his personal channel. To any human, it would sound like a cacophony of feminine moans and shrieks. Video after video played, with Rock skipping through repetition or tedious exposition.
One caused an interstitial splash page to cover the screen, advertising a sexbot-only brothel. "State-of-the-art materials", it advertised, including customizable designs for both appearance and personality. And the lowest rates in town.
Rock was about to close the ad when the idea caught him. Sexbots were simple evolutions of the sex doll. Little more than crude androids with a silicon exoskeleton. They had base AIs, far inferior and less intelligent than anything Light Industries ever produced.
Yet, it provided a service for those seeking something less than actual sex but more viable than self-flagellation.
Could it be viable for him? Rock ran simulations through his fuzzy logic buffers for any chances of protocol violations. He'd already had successful sex with another robot with no apparent risks to a rule break. No humans would come to harm if he engaged.
The problem was secrecy. Light already had to be blocked from knowing about his trysts. Now Roll had to be added to that circle. She might see it as a violation of their trust.
On the other hand, if she was going to deny him -- especially with his mounting desire -- then she had to accept the consequences.
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