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Robert Steel
By D.B. Story
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
A special thanks to Mulligan, VW, Rocket Ralph, and Deryk Bramwell for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading.
The physically impressive M-'bot methodically pumped his rigid manhood in and out of the much slighter female figure pinned beneath him. His size, strength, and stamina dominated her in every regard. He took her to the limit of her comfort level, then designed the tiny elements of each additional stroke in real-time to push her beyond those limits into places she'd never even imagined before. He had taken her through three orgasms already, and was flirting now while holding her on the brink of her fourth. The woman was sweating, panting, rolling back and forth as much as the strong arms confining her permitted. She moaned at every thrust, her eyes long since closed to focus on the overwhelming sensations her body was delivering to her.
They were the odd couple to be sure. He was a strong, beyond-real, rugged male figure, apparently in his early thirties, with a size and physique to intimidate any woman—or man. She was a mousy young college student whose hair was too plain, skin too pale, boobs too soft and undistinguished—and whose face needed makeup as badly as her body needed some sun.
He'd barely worked up a sweat, which was real in the sense that he could use that human affectation to assist in maintaining an optimal temperature for his partner. He looked ready after this to go out and build a bridge over a raging river by hauling the girders in by hand and assembling them himself, while she would have trouble even carrying the bolts to hold it all together. And she was human—seemingly frail against his robotic strength, endurance, and driving sense of purpose.
Appearances are deceiving. Someone just coming into their room to observe would have immediately come to all the wrong conclusions.
This evening had started a couple hours earlier when Robert Steel—an especially apt name all things considered—decided there had been enough chit-chat for now and rather commandingly, if not forcefully, removed Sandi's clothing. She didn't resist him on this, although it wouldn't have mattered if she had. His skills in this area were so great that although he undressed her faster than she could have undressed herself, not a single stitch in any item of her clothing was harmed. He even folded each piece neatly before continuing on with her.
He knew her body well. Better perhaps than she knew it herself. The first time he'd taken her several weeks ago he had started out slowly, body-mapping her first. He applied gentle strokes across every bit of her skin, logging each reaction through the precise sensors in his fingertips. Her body couldn't keep any secrets from his expert touch. Then he went back and worked each responsive point in pairs to locate connections until he knew every nerve pathway in her body.
He found a few in the process that she reacted to badly—always for reasons she couldn't explain. Something buried deep in her psyche. He worked over those areas with exquisite care, linking them into pleasurable chains until they were retrained and reintegrated. No part of her body was left unaffected.
Now he could bring every part of her to arousal. Although he would take his time, he quickly had her uncontrollably begging him to take her immediately. Now each time he took her, even if she were inclined to complain about how he'd treated her initially, she was quickly beyond any ability to complain about anything at all. And that was exactly the way he liked it.
Before Sandi had gotten Robert into her life, orgasms were a hit or miss proposition for her. Even alone with her favorite vibrator—the one that she kept deeply buried in the back of the closet—the magic just didn't always happen. And with the few other boys that she'd allowed to seduce her it was even less common. That all changed with Robert.
From the very first night he had her controlled and performing to his direction. He was her conductor and she was his symphony of intertwined pleasures. By their third date he gave her a second climax shortly after the first. Sandi was completely surprised. She'd thought multiple orgasms were a myth spread by jealous, spiteful women just to make other women feel deprived. Last time they'd done four together. Now she was on the verge of that again.
As Robert pushed her over the edge and into abyss yet again Sandi felt she couldn't handle a single bit more. Robert obviously didn't agree. After a moment's pause he started in on her yet again. She felt she'd faint if he did one iota more to her.
It was only that he was machined so smoothly, could adjust his fit and firmness so precisely, and that she was wetter than she would have ever believed possible a few short weeks ago, that he hadn't rubbed her raw already. She knew his Robotic Laws would prevent him from actually injuring her. At least she was pretty sure that would stop him. The way he was going at her tonight he seemed on the edge of being out of control himself.
But as he built up for one more assault on her pleasure centers she just wasn't ready for more. "Stop," she managed to squeak out.
Although he reduced his effort down from medium to very slow, he didn't stop entirely.
Sandi worked to pull her scattered thoughts together enough to turn and reach for the remote control she never allowed far out of her grasp. She had to stretch to reach it and he wasn't making it easy for her. Of course he wasn't making it easy. M-bots never make it easy for their conquests to regain control back over them.