Butte Inlet Compound; in my workshop shop and lab, 4:30 pm June 25, 2104
I had been experimenting with a variety of different protein synthesis techniques, which all had in common the linking of amino acids into peptide chains. Different proteins are different combinations of peptide chains. I was always trying to come up with better polymer lubrication for the robotic joints for the robot crew of DOMINATRIX because the marine environment is very hard on their joints. I had been trying to recreate a synovial fluid that would mimic organic joints, although after 13 months of experimentation I was still not happy with my results.
Maureen was a specialist in aroma therapies and I still had her entire supply of essential oils; it wasn’t my thing, but I respected what she had done with the art and I kept her entire supply for sentimental reasons. It was into this environment that I brought Cassandra and as I explained what I had already created, she was considering which of the complex molecules or which combinations that she would need to ingest and how the various ingredients would combine inside her retorts to create the body fluids that would again allow her to mimic a human woman’s moist mouth, vaginal lubrication, and simulated anal lubrication. She already had considerable experience at this sort of thing and she had very specific requirements. She took her own internal notes as she studied Maureen’s stock and my work notes with fastidious interest. Finally she began to make choices, occasionally commenting on the reason that she had chosen a particular group and what she hoped to accomplish. In the end, she finally admitted, it would all be up to how the chemistry combined inside her and how her secretions finally came out over the next 24 hours that would tell if her choices would make her more than a very expensive android; If it all worked as she was predicting, she would be a unique erotic life form different than any other on the planet. For her essential oils, she picked peppermint, lemongrass, and rosemary to mix with three complex proteins and distilled water for her saliva. For her vaginal secretions, she picked the oils of pomegranate, hemp, jasmine, and (1%) squalene, which is a shark liver oil derivative to mix with 4 complex proteins and distilled water. For the essence of her lovely ass, she chose a combination of the oils of juniper berry, patchouli, ginger, and clary sage. She asked which of the protein chains that I had the best success so far as a lubricant and she picked three of the five best and no water.
When she was finally done some 5 ½ hours later, it was a little after 10:00 pm that I led her into the house and showed her around. I showed her my library, the computer terminal in case she wanted to perform any research, and I showed her my bedroom, the centerpiece of which was the large Cal-king bed. I took her hand and said, “I want you to share my bed, Cassandra.” She smiled and said, “Nothing would make me happier, Mack, but tonight I need to charge for a while so that I am at my maximum performance or my chemical reactions will not give me optimum results.” I shrugged and said, the closest 240 volt plug is in the laundry room, but the cable that I made up for you won’t reach into here but if you would like to…” She interrupted me, “I need to manage my memory files while I charge and it would be convenient to lie down.” I said, I can set up a comfortable air bed in the den and you can charge from there. Tomorrow I’ll rig a charging circuit into here in our bedroom.”
Butte Inlet Compound; My bedroom, 10:45 pm June 25, 2104
With Cassandra charging and in her sensory file management mode, I figured that was as close to going to “sleep” as she ever got. I, on the other hand, was so tired that I found it difficult to sleep. I thought about her and all the things that she had told me today. She had gone to Japan to seek out the multibillionaire industrialist Isamu Kobayashi, the distant descendant of Soichiro Honda, who established one of the world’s premier engineering companies during the last half of the 20th century. Honda had developed ASIMO in the early part of the 21 century and in 2034, the original Honda Corporation spun off Miraikan Advanced Robotic Companions, MARC Ltd., which began to market the Generation 10 ASIMO series companion robots. In 2076, the brilliant young Dr. Isamu Kobayashi took command of the MARC, Ltd world-wide production. Kobayashi had doctorate degrees in, physics, micro-electronics, and mechanical engineering. By 2088, Kobayashi was the C.E.O. of MARC, Ltd and the company became the leading non-military robotics research center in the world.
Cassandra met Kobayashi in 2098 and they became friends. To her, he was a brilliant intellectual powerhouse that had access to resources that she might be able to utilize. He saw her as supremely beautiful and intelligent, but it was her feminine cunning that really excited him and she played on that. He seemed determined to accentuate and refine her artificial femininity into something more humanlike and very sexual. It took 4 months for her to trust him enough to reveal to him what she was and she was surprised to realize that he already suspected she was more than the most sophisticated android he had ever imagined. Kobayashi studied her for three months before he told her that for her to feel completely sentient, she would need to be able to fully control all of her sensory systems. Then the revelation came that for her to be a fully autonomous woman, she would need to be a fully sexual woman. When she told him she was fully functional, she learned that having sex as part of her mission and having the desire to have sex because it felt good were two completely different concepts.
After X-Rays and a full MRI scan, Kobayashi made a proposal to her and she agreed to have him modify her systems and her physiology to her current existence. He even removed the final CIA hologram and replaced it with the ENEMA-STAB specification that I saw. It was all to make her seem as though she was a new cutting edge production Android from MARC, Ltd. She stayed with Kobayashi until she was stolen by the pirate Federoff. Now I seemed to be faced with an incongruity and that was uncommon for me. She had bailed on the CIA, but she showed loyalty to Kobayashi, even when she was being forcibly restrained and sexually abused-which would have been impossible before he modified her. More importantly, she possessed the strength and the wherewithal to keep him from restraining her in the first place. So…she did say she had done it willingly, but why; because she owed him? I wasn’t getting anywhere, so I got up and went into the bathroom and took 4 Melatonin tabs and headed back to bed hopping to dose off…
Butte Inlet Compound; My bedroom, 8:10 am June 26, 2104
I woke up to her nuzzling me; I had no idea how long she was laying close to me or how long her head had been nearly touching mine. She was becoming a powerful influence on me and as I consciously thought about what the future may hold, I thought back to my academic studies of the initial work with the great Stephen Hawking. After years of development, researchers finally perfected a high-tech headband that could translate British physicist Stephen Hawking's brain waves into speech, providing a direct avenue for the paralyzed British physicist and many others to share their deep thoughts. The system, developed by San Diego-based NeuroVigil and known as iBrain, used a head-mounted receiver the size of a matchbox to pick up different types of brain waves. The first iBrain employed a computer algorithm called SPEARS to analyze the brain emanations and encode them for a text-based speech reader. Philip Low, NeuroVigil founder, chairman and CEO, presented the results from his work with Hawking in the spring of 2013. Even though Hawking had lost all physical motor functions and had to be tended to constantly, his powerful mind roamed free throughout the Cosmos and was able to communicate with the outside world with the aid of the miracle of human invention.
Now, almost a century later, I was lying next to a sentient artificial being with, perhaps 7 orders of magnitude more power than Philip Low’s first prototype; only this prototype was kissing my neck and rubbing my ass! I found myself enjoying the feeling I got from her and I leaned in closer to her. “That feels good Cassie.” I whispered to her. I felt her moist tongue in my ear. “Feeling frisky this morning aren’t you.” I laughed. She giggled, “I am really charged up, Mack!” I laughed and said, “Humor, the lightness of being.” She thought for a few seconds and then said, “You are not mocking me…you like me!” I laughed and said, “Yes Cassandra, I really like you. But you’re fully charged and I’m not. I need some coffee and some breakfast.” I got out of bed and she came into the kitchen after me. I was making coffee and Cassandra was checking out my refrigerator when she said with surprise, “Clarence Mackleroy you do not have anything fit for human consumption in this refrigerator! How am I supposed to get you nourishment with this lot?” I said, “So you want me to have nourishment do you? Are you worried about me?” She hesitated before she closed in and kissed me again and then her plan was revealed, “If we are to make love all afternoon today, you are going to need to be charged up.” Her frankness made me smile and I tried to keep from laughing, but I did manage to say, “Well…now I can see why you’re so concerned about my nutrition, Cassie. I have to bring everything in by sea, or catch it here, so I when I do bring in a large cache of fresh food I usually spend a whole day cooking up a freezer full of meals and then I take them out one by one; that way I don’t lose a lot of food to spoilage.” I opened the freezer and took out a package bound with red tape and told her, “Santa Fe omelet and two pieces of whole wheat bread for toast! Preheat to oven to 350 degrees then take out the pack and put it in the oven and the toast in the toaster.” And then I went back to making coffee. I had a thought and voiced it, “After breakfast we can run a new conduit for your charging cable into our bedroom.” She pushed down the toaster button and turned to me and just stood there looking at me. I thought that I had correctly intuited what was behind her response and I voiced another thought, “After we get done with that little project…we could make up premixed portions of your raw body fluids Cassie, then we could store those in the refrigerator. That way we could…in a way take nourishment together.” She glanced around the room, seemingly in thought, and then turned her gaze back to me, her lips parted but no speech game forth. An expression crept slowly across her face until she was clearly beaming with joy, then she said, “The measure of a great man, I have come to understand, is what he does for others and how well he makes them feel. It is good to realize that I am with a great man.”
She watched me as I ate my breakfast and drank my coffee with interest, her eyes following my every action. I looked up at her occasionally and she smiled back and after a while, when I was almost finished, she said “You are fascinating; I love watching you eat.” “Can you tell me why?” I asked evenly. I saw her expression change to something that was recognizable to me as human which somehow seemed out of place on her-or was it just my impression; it was longing; it was need. I had seen that look before…a long time ago. Her voice was hypnotic, as her breasts heaved and her feminine resonance tickled my masculinity, “You are the only man that I have met that I wanted to remain close to, that I was not compelled to be close out of duty or debt or slavery.” “Duty, debt, and slavery are all forms of servitude, Cassandra, and in the aggregate they are the anathema to freedom.” I mussed as I arose to rinse the cup, plate, and utensils in the sink, before putting them in the dishwasher. “Freedom”, she spoke the single word with conviction; with passion!
The morning to this point had been somewhat surreal, not just in our discussion, but also because we were still both naked. That would need to be remedied if we were going to complete a couple of projects that I had in mind. Maureen was tall and slender and at 5’-9’’ there was only an inch difference in her height with that of Cassandra’s 5’-10”, although Cassie was built for strength. On little more than the whim of the idea, I stepped forward, took her in my arms and kissed her; I felt her moist tongue on my teeth, then touching my tongue. Her arms wrapped around me as she leaned in for emphasis. After I began to disengage, she matched my move, but we stood close enough that the nipples of her heaving breasts touched my chest. “All of Maureen’s clothes are still here, Cassie, and I think most of them would fit you well with a few minor alterations. Does that interest you?” I asked. That earned me the best warm and genuine smile that I had seen so far from her, and she fairly gushed, “Oh Mack, I am honored. Thank you, I need something besides that worn out jump suit that you found me in.” I showed her the closet that I had not touched in 12 years and I showed some good things to work in first, then I showed her a skirt and blouse combination that I thought she would really look hot in, especially without the panties! “Above the shop and lab, there is a sail loft. There you can find several different sewing machines. Have you ever…” I was giving her some advice, but she interrupted me, “I’m a quick study, Mack, It looks like I just need to let some material out and these should fit very well.” “Ok, sweetheart, why don’t you take care of something to wear, while I study the best way to bring in the new circuit into our bedroom to rig up your charger?”
Butte Inlet Compound; My bedroom, 2:30 pm June 26, 2104
The final touch was her charging cable coiled on a hook on the wall on her side of the bed like some oversized piece of deviant equipment. I had just put the last of the tools away and was heading to the fridge for a cold beer when I heard her footfalls coming down from the loft; they were slow, methodical…they were heels; they were getting closer and I could hear the faint noise of fabric rustling. I forgot about the beer and I turned to see her glide into the room. The pumps were deep red and shiny; her skirt was black and it clung tight to her thighs and was cut short, a good foot above her knees-it accentuated her hips, which swayed to and fro as she walked, her graceful calves seeming to point the way-all the way up to her lovely ass; her blouse was white and fit her torso so that the ripples in her stomach were faintly visible and her breasts struggled and bounced as she moved. The sensuality with which she walked seemed to be driven as much by her legs rubbing together high enough that it was clear she was sexually aroused. But she owned the whole picture and she knew it. I was dumbstruck and was at loss for words until she was 6 feet away and then I sucked in a long breath before exhaling it in total praise, “My god, Cassandra! You are the most beautiful vision of loveliness that I have ever laid my eyes on!” As a smile crossed her face and she closed with me, the dominant side of this goddess emerged, “Reciting a deity in praise of my looks is uncharacteristic of the warrior I know you to be Mack, but I’ll take your compliment as a first start.” She took me in her arms and bent me back slightly, balancing me with her strength and she kissed me deeply, her tongue darting into my mouth and my mind was suddenly calm. I heard her softly say, “I am going to become your fantasy woman but neither of us knows just what that is yet. Give yourself to me Mack; just for a while-I will protect you.” She let me up and then moved behind me and I heard her say, “I am going to undress you, but I want you to concentrate on our minds together. Can you do that for me, my love?” She said it, and it then it hit me. She really meant it. The animalistic sense was still there, but attenuated with devotion and something I did not yet expect: respect and loyalty. And then there was her power, restrained by layers of civility and yet the power of this incredible being was palpable…and exciting! I felt as though I was in a trance. It was her movie and I was on her stage. At 6’-3” and 220 pounds I am big and by anybody’s definition I am strong, but I allowed her to balance me as she took off my clothes, as though I had no say in the proceedings.
Then she led me to the bedroom, my clothes left in a heap on the kitchen floor, where she sat down on the bed and bade me to lay in her arms. I was close enough to touch her, but I felt awkward and clumsy, and I hesitated, somehow knowing that this was to be inevitable but instinctively wanting to control myself. She seemed to immediately understand me and stood up and embraced me. She put her hand softly against the side of my head and pulled it snuggly against hers while whispering softly to me, “Your mind is strong, and you have a strong will, my love. I do not believe that I could love a man with a week constitution. I want you to trust me and know that my needs are your needs, Mack. Listen to your mind, feel my feelings meld together with yours. There…yes…just let go, my love…there, yes…no do not to resist, just let yourself fall into my arms…yes that is right, sweetheart.” I didn’t feel like I was falling, because she swept me into her arms and sat down, my head cradled against hers, her arms about me, my butt in her lap, my legs resting on the bed. A serene calmness suddenly began to engulf me and I closed my eyes because I sensed that she seemed to want that. I felt strangely safe and I cuddled up as close as I could get-then I let out a primal scream; I was free falling without a parachute! “Just fly, my love. You can do it! Let yourself soar.” She was hypnotic in her encouragement and my momentum seemed to change to forward level flight! Exhilaration filled my being, I was really flying! I had the vision of a bald eagle and I soared in wide sweeping arcs 2,000 feet high. I felt loved like I had never been loved before and I began to climb higher…ever higher into the light…into her eyes. I was back looking up at her smiling at me and she said, “Freedom, my love. That is a sample of what freedom means to me and I wanted you to feel the exhilaration that I feel to be truly free for the first time in my existence.” I gushed, “Cassandra that was like a three dimensional dream. I felt the air on my face and I heard it in my ears. I could feel the change of motion. I love you for sharing that with me.” I said it, because I felt it and I still felt her with me in my mind, less so now, but I knew we were not done yet.
“Are you ready?” I heard her whisper to me. I wasn’t sure yet and I heard myself say, “I don’t know; maybe not yet. The flight had not fully left my psyche yet and she was going too fast. “I think that you are ready; you are…are you not?” “I need some time.” I said. But she was steady, “You know what we both need Mack. You are ready. She was mesmerizing-both in her absolute flawless beauty and in her total sensual command of me. “Come, my love, lie down with me. Cassandra, with a full charge, was an energetic sexual entity, the likes of which I had never experienced. I would later find out that I was the first human to experience what Cassandra was fully capable of as a lover; my strange new lover. Now, however, the power and strength of her mind and body were at once exciting and a little terrifying; but she seemed to understand-hence the continual calming that I felt in between bouts of dealing with my true feelings. I watched as she opened the silicon and lube squirted a generous amount on her left hand. Then she laid me on my back and laid sideways to me, her right hand cuddling my head close to hers and she told me, “Don’t be afraid, Mack. Just feel my love up inside you; I promise you will enjoy it.” I felt her hand lightly brush by my hard throbbing cock and then her slippery finger probed my ass…and then the rush of her steady insertion up my ass captivated all my attention. She oscillated it slowly in and out and I heard myself say, “Oh Cassie, that feels so good!” “Ah, then I shall keep my finger up inside you a little longer, would you like that?” As she said that, I felt her push into me until I felt her strength and she feathered my prostate with her finger until I groaned in intense ecstasy, “Ehhh…oooh Cassie don’t make me cum yet.” “Do not concentrate on the physical, keep your mind engaged with mine and I will take you to an orgasm that people only read about, but never experience. Keep up with me, Mack…me; I am in here with you.” I heard the thought in my mind; it didn’t come from without through my ears.
Often strength and grace are synonymous and Cassandra proved that when she arose in one sweeping motion and laid my head between her legs. I was looking directly at the two business ends of Cassandra and I was…just a little intimidated. Oh don’t get me wrong. I’ve tasted a few women in my life and although none of them tasted the same, I thoroughly enjoyed every one. But Cassandra, as drop-dead gorgeous as she was, she was not a real woman. But I wanted to believe; maybe I needed to believe. I had always said that you don’t have to hold me by the ears because I know what I’m doing; it was a joke really.