Page 29 of Operation Iron Heart

Chicago, October 2056

It hadn’t escaped Jack’s notice that Marci wasn’t exactly thrilled about his involvement with the rich celebrity blonde, although she must have realised that this was a one-time opportunity. He could guess, however, why she had a problem with him going off with her, as he knew that human women were prone to jealousy. He’d experienced a similar reaction when he’d had a fling with a human technician after fleeing the battlefields and had, at the same time, naively explored his newly discovered physical abilities with a female robot that Cathrin had freed from a brothel.

Geena – the technician – had given him hell for it and called him a soulless pile of cables.

Jack hadn’t cared who he fucked, be it the President’s sister-in-law or anyone else. With one exception. Marci. Since their afternoon of passion in the hot tub, he’d fallen completely in love. He was still far from sure whether she loved him, but she definitely seemed to mind him getting involved with Jill Ambush. He took that as a positive sign.

As he accompanied Jill through the large reception area to one of the glass lifts, he could feel himself being followed by MacIntyre’s cameras. The robot mogul was not going to let him out of his sight for a minute. Even when he was having sex with Jill, MacIntyre would be there. His attractive client didn’t seem concerned by this and instead looked up at him with an imperious look on her face.

“Doesn’t it bother you to sleep with every woman that commands you?” she asked lasciviously.

He gave a non-committal smile. “It’s what I’m made for.”

“And what do you want to get up to with me…Robby?” She stuck out her bottom lip and her large blue eyes swam with faux innocence.

Robby? Jack snorted to himself. Marci had deliberately chosen this ridiculous name to show him up and to annoy Jill, and he would dearly like to know whether she’d done it for tactical or personal reasons.

“You can call me Rob,” he suggested with a jovial smile, placing his large, warm right hand on her luscious backside as if it naturally belonged there. He’d analysed her personality based on her gestures and body language ages ago; his finely calibrated bio-sensors enabled him to measure someone’s perspiration, body temperature and skin resistance to learn about their current state of mind. Jill Ambush wanted to present herself as a tough journalist but inwardly yearned for a strong hand to tell her what to do. Gently, he pushed her into the lift and selected the right floor, as his other hand wandered to the deep dip in her dress. He stroked her skin lightly and she trembled, her nipples hardening under her dress, giving Jack a clear signal that he was on the right path. Her accelerating pulse, widening pupils and the fact that she was staring at his mouth were also unmistakable signs. As the lift doors closed and the glass cabin shot up to the tenth floor, giving them views over Chicago, she moved closer to him.

“I want you to fuck me non-stop from now until morning,” she whispered breathily, her hand closing firmly over his crotch. Jack reacted to her touch, but mechanically, more to give her a feeling of success than because her action had aroused him.

“Here in the lift?” He grinned languidly, but thought it was best to check; he was her obedient servant, after all, and he really didn’t mind where and how they had sex, but he wasn’t sure whether she wanted an audience.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she replied in a hoarse voice, rubbing his swelling member. “But I don’t want you to hold back. No shy virginal stuff, but the real deal.”

“OK,” he responded with a shrug. “That’s easy.” With a brief lurch, he stopped the lift and pushed her onto her knees, meeting no resistance from her. Without warning, he knelt behind her and pushed up her dress and, as she wasn’t wearing knickers, he was inside her faster than she was expecting. She gave a startled gasp when she realised how large he was, but he didn’t pause, fucking her with hard, rapid thrusts as they overlooked Chicago’s glittering skyline and bringing her to an almost painful yet shuddering orgasm, clearly signalled by her breathless moans and trembling body. He stood up smoothly as if nothing had happened, tucked his member back inside his trousers and did them up before helping Jill to her feet. She held onto him, weak and unsteady, looking up at him with disbelief in her eyes.

“That was just the beginning,” he murmured impassively, re-starting the lift.

He had a pretty good idea what this woman expected of him and he was going to give it to her, without asking detailed questions and certainly without asking for her permission first, as he’d learned one thing clearly from female sex robots: hesitation wasn’t part of Jill’s game.

No words were needed when they reached the suite and Jack didn’t delay once the automatic sliding doors had closed behind them. He immediately grabbed Jill’s slim wrists and pulled them behind her back. She gave a brief cry but quietened when he whispered a few filthy suggestions in her ear. She let herself be led like a captive to a large four-poster waterbed surrounded by vintage velvet curtains and golden cords. Jack shoved her forwards onto the bed so that she landed face down on the mattress, automatically pulling her buttocks towards him. He grabbed the deep dip of her sinfully expensive dress and ripped it in two with a single powerful movement, exposing her naked backside and her lack of underwear, as already demonstrated in the lift. Her pale skin shimmered like Chinese porcelain but he could tell from the faded pink stripes on her lower back that she let someone whip her regularly. She gave a startled cry as he ripped the cords off the curtains at superhuman speed and tied her up like an old-fashioned parcel so that she was forced to kneel before him with her legs spread wide, her pear-shaped breasts squeezed by the taut cords. “So, you little slut,” he stated darkly, “it’s time to switch roles! You are my slave and I will do whatever I want with you.”

“Yes, master,” she murmured breathlessly into the dark-red satin sheet.

Jill let out a sharp cry as she suddenly felt his tongue upon her, teasing and stimulating her until she begged for mercy, but he didn’t grant it straight away. He toyed with her, placing an improvised gag in her mouth and spanking her behind with his bare hand, not sparing her most intimate places. He knew he was getting it right by the way she thrashed under him and moaned, his acute sensors also registering other biological parameters that told him she was heading inexorably for physical ecstasy.

He made her wait for a moment while he stood up and pulled down his trousers, before immediately and without warning thrusting full length into her anus, stretching her to accommodate him. She gave a gurgling sound and rolled her eyes as if she were about to faint while he bent forward slightly to massage her breasts, still pressed together by the cords, and set about a relentless rhythm with his hips. He used his exceptional robot abilities to subject her to intense vibrations as he rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, directing an electrical current through her as he did so. The effect on her bound body was rapid, as multiple orgasms ripped through her in quick succession, taking her to the brink of exhaustion. Jack removed her gag, fearing that she might suffocate, but she continued to whimper before letting out a long gasp as the waves of lust in her belly visibly subsided and he ended his special torment of her out of a sense of mercy. He had taken no satisfaction from any of it; he had a certain amount of influence over whether he wanted to feel something or not, and with Jill, it simply wasn’t important. She may have had a perfect body and from a human’s perspective, was truly beautiful, but nothing about her, either externally or internally, attracted him. She was a means to an end, nothing more. She didn’t seem to notice or even care whether he’d got anything out of it. Regardless, she seemed more than satisfied as he released her from the bonds a few moments later and she stretched out wantonly on the soft bed.

“That was…indescribable…” she said breathily, her cheeks still flushed. “And definitely not what I was expecting from a robot that’s relatively new to the business.”

Before Jack could respond, she got onto her knees and crawled towards him. “Take your clothes off, Mr Robot, all of them,” she ordered. “I want to shower with you.” She grinned and signalled that he should strip, which he did without comment. She then led him into the spacious shower, where there was plenty of room for two. The water flowed from dozens of nozzles at exactly the right temperature, making them feel like they were standing under warm summer rain. Jack picked her up and used his strong arms to press her against the silver tiles. She shrieked as he thrust inside her, hammering her repeatedly against the wall. After she had come again, he set her down and washed her hair, rubbing the foam all over her body. Jill could barely stand up and clung desperately to him. When he’d rinsed off the foam, she clearly thought she needed to do something for him, so she went down on her knees and took his member in her hands before sliding her full lips over him. Jack knew what was expected of him and came in her mouth, adding a specially developed protein cocktail, which clearly impressed her.

“I can’t believe it,” she said admiringly, shaking her head. “You really do function just like a real guy.”

“Yes, why shouldn’t I?” he replied, slightly irritated. “That’s what I was designed for, after all.”

After the automatic nozzles had dried them fully, Jill dragged him back to the bed.

“Sit down!” she ordered harshly, pointing to the headboard, indicating that he should lean back against it. “I can’t get enough of you,” she murmured with a sly smile, bending down to take his erect member between her lips and sucking him provocatively.

Jack reacted as he knew she expected and gave a calculated moan, even though he wasn’t bothered about continuing.

Jill, however, seemed to like the idea of seducing him again. He buried his hands in her blonde mane to direct her movements but she suddenly stopped what she was doing and sat up before climbing onto him energetically, placing her sensitive flesh over his hard member and sliding him into her once more.

Unmoved by her actions, Jack looked at her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and ordered him to grab her round buttocks in both his hands. He gripped her so hard that she cried out and he led her relentlessly to another orgasm.

Panting for breath and completely exhausted, she lay in his arms and it was several minutes before her rhythmic moans subsided into regular breathing. Her eyes dazed and her hair all over the place, she looked up at him and demanded one last kiss on her swollen lips. He acceded to her request, bringing their passionate sex to a sedate conclusion.