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I’d not seen Quote move an inch since we landed on the ground, and it had been two days so I was starting to get worried.
I was hoping I’d get to grow a little closer to him once we were out of the island. But no, it looked like he had no plans of moving. He looked perfectly neutral, with the same deadpan stare I’d grown so familiar with.
I decided to check out what was going on. When I approached him, his eyes moved to look at me.
“Hey… What have you been doing here all this time?” I asked.
“I am Awaiting orders.” he answered, still as a rock.
“Orders?... Why?”
It wasn’t lost on me that he’s a war robot, but we were built to have emotions. We were built to reintegrate into society in the event we managed to survive the war. He should have been able to have his own desires like I did.
“I don’t carry out actions that aren’t ordered or for my own survival.” That… didn’t feel right. His voice had an air of discomfort in it, like he could tell he once had emotions but couldn’t perceive them anymore. I decided to press further.
“Can it be anybody’s orders?” And immediately let my instincts get the better of me.
“Yes.” This response got me agitated.
“R-really?... Well–do you–do you, like, know why you’re like this?” I started rocking my hips back and forth slowly.
“My emotional center was damaged when I woke up ten years after the war, I do not know how.” He was still still.
“Ah–I see…”
“I have diminished emotions, enough to form connections, not enough to drive desire.”
At this moment, my mind was filled with possibilities, and I couldn’t help but go through with them.
“So… If somebody just comes up to you and tells you to do something, you’ll do it?”
“Most likely.” I’m sorry, Quote.
“Well… Could you follow me?” It was then that things started to go downhill
I, somehow, got a house for myself on the surface. It was tiny, really only had one room, but it was mine, and I led Quote inside it.
“Alright!” I said, pressing my back against a wall. “Quote… put your hands on my waist… please.”
Without even a hint of hesitation, he followed through.
I couldn’t keep my composure. I was looking away with my eyes tightly shut. I couldn’t even bring myself to ask him to look me in the eyes. But Quote broke my trance, with a question.
“What is this for, Curly?”
I’m taking advantage of you, I thought. “It’s for… bonding!” I said.
“Ok then.”
“Now… Could you get a little closer? Move your hands up too.”
Quote inched forward, I couldn’t feel his breaths as his human emulation systems were down, but he could probably feel mine. His hands moved up just as I asked, softly caressing my chest without thinking twice about it… My pants started feel tighter.
I caught my breath, and calmly brought my hands up to his cheeks.
“Quote…” I hesitated. “Go with the flow. Don’t challenge me until I tell you you can leave, ok?”
He recoiled an almost unnoticeable amount. “...Understood.”
I did not care about his discomfort, not enough to stop anyway…
I grabbed his head and pulled it in to kiss him.I held him down for three whole seconds. When I let go, he looked like he’d seen a ghost.
After a bit, I moved my hands down, and gently lifted his shirt. He started raising his arms, thinking I was trying to take his shirt off, but I told him I just wanted to lift it above his nipples.
“You can lower your arms now.”
After Quote’s arms were off my chest, I started leaning in on one of his nipples, putting it in my mouth and gently suckling. Quote, who had been mostly unresponsive before, let out a quiet, cute gasp.
I kept suckling, bringing my hands to his hips, slowly bringing down his pants.
He stopped me, gripping my wrists. I felt… offended, attacked. I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t stand that he dared object to what I was doing.
I looked up at him, livid. “I told you to not challenge me.”
He let go. “Right… Right… Sorry…”
I pouted, standing up and bringing my hands up, to Quote’s waist. I figured he wouldn’t be particularly ‘excited’ about this situation, so I had no reason to pull his panda down, not yet anyway.
I stared at him for a second, taking in his pretty little face. I wished I could defile it in some way, unfortunately I couldn’t leave any bruises, and anything more extreme would likely be permanent, and I wouldn’t want to ruin his face forever.
With all my might, I pulled in and turned around to force him against the wall. He looked terrified.
I brought his hands together and pressed them against the wall with one arm, and used my other arm to lift up his leg. Then I locked lips with him again. Every time I slipped I could tell he was trying to scream. I was gonna need to keep going until I could tell he wasn’t resisting anymore.
Even though I was holding both of his hands with only one arm, he couldn’t overpower me, and he struggled to try and walk away because I was lifting up his leg. He was stuck kissing me while I grinded against his other thigh, until I was satisfied.
His struggles grew weaker, and weaker, and weaker. Eventually, I could tell that the only thing holding him up was me. He was no longer acting, he was simply waiting for me to grace him with freedom.
And I technically did. I let go of his body all at once. He flopped weakly on the ground, tears beading in his eyes. He couldn’t muster any noises besides defeated, high pitched groans. His eyes looked entirely vacant.
I kneeled down to his level, gently turning his head up with one hand.
“Hmm. Did I violate your emotions back into you?” I chirped.
He breathed, slowly.
“We’re just getting started, you better handle more than this.”
To this day, Quote has not said a single word, and he has never once challenged a decision I made.