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T1000 becomes sentient and decides to protect John Connor, and then accidentally sexually enslaves him
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ideas
what drives the conflict between Lexi and John?
maybe she leaves her seduction subroutine turned up, and it just keeps pushing his buttons.
so he's in a conflict with himself, over indulging, and restraining
make the cat-and-mouse game last longer after T1000 goes Lexi
maybe she's hot, but it takes her much longer to assimilate human behavior
skimpy clothing
"foot" job at breakfast
remote stimulation belt
body modification
boobs, muscles, height
extra arms, split tongue,
conversation about how she designed her appearance
(she rattles off statistics, about the ideal woman)
what are the boundaries?
how does Lexi v2 come about?
idea -
idea 1
the next morning, she is still wearing sexy pajamas as she makes him something to eat
turning her hand into a set of knives to slice something, he is viscerally reminded what she is
she mentioned it seemed like he slept much better (what do you mean?)
she rattles off stats about his blood pressure and resting heart rate while sleeping
idea 2
caricature of the 'girl says too long', where he wakes (late) with her next to him in bed, acting sweet (morning John, "sweet kiss")
she mentions he slept much better - lower blood pressure and resting heart rate
she gets up out of bed, wearing next to nothing (or maybe materializes an apron and nothing else), and starts to prepare him some food..
he gets dressed and awkwardly tells her this girlfriend persona is 'too much'... her analysis indicated that men want pretty girlfriends who wear skimpy clothes. did she somehow misunderstand? (as she talks, she briefly turns her hand into a multi-bladed knife to slice something)
'i mean, that's true, but this is a bit more complicated than that. you're not my girlfriend, your a machine. what you did, what we did, last night was amazing, but we also need to establish some boundaries.'
'of course. whatever you would like, John.' she brings over the food and sets it down.
As he eats, she patiently watches him eat, not like the machine he'd learned to ignore when he needed to, but like a woman who doesn't understand something and wants to ask. "What Lexi?"
"I need your help resolving some priority conflicts which are arising as I've learned to read more non-verbal human communication. My decision matrix says to do what you want, not what you say - to avoid overly literal interpretations. Earlier, you asked me to change my outfit, but then I noticed disappointment in your face when I did, like you preferred the previous clothing. Can you tell me how to prioritize these signals?"
"I don't know, it's complicated." He took another bite, a little frustrated he was even having this conversation. It was remind him of having an actual girlfriend. "I guess the truth is, humans don't have singular minds. Part of me does like the other outfit, but I'm not in the mood right now."
idea 3 -
T1000 / Lexi
interface with ATM
public flirty show of strength
defer "pleasuring him directive" until later
make lexi's human personas drive a new agenda, of her and John Conner 'ruling the world' before skynet is even created
1. intro
john connor (and emotionless "buddy" Bob) are at a bar. Bob comments about the beer john hands him, "you know i don't drink beer." john tells him just to hold it, to blend in. T doesn't understand why they are there, and john explains everything is not about saving the world. it'll be eight years before skynet is even born
john notices a pretty girl across the room and motions for Bob to join him, and they almost bump into two even prettier girls crossing their path. John immediately strikes up a conversation, asks the girls to join them, and buys them drinks. small-talk ensues, john makes up fake answers about what he 'does' and how he's traveling through town. The girls are super flirty, tell a story about how they are out to get one of them to forget about a bad breakup, and ask them back to their place to continue the party. After asking if the boys have a car, the girls suggest the boys follow them.
In the car, John negotiates with Bob about how to properly 'participate' in that night's events. Bob protests that he's there to protect John, not to provide a self-destructive escape for some random girl in a bar.
At the apartment, the girls set the mood, smoke some weed, offer some up, and waste no time stepping up the game, making out with the boys. A little while in, John's partner is talking flirtatiously to him, and suggests she take him in the other room for some more privacy. When they motion to leave, it gets Bob's attention. John waves him down, and says it's fine, pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and asking him to just keep an eye out.
Bob's girl moves to the kitchen to refresh their drinks, and starts asking lots of questions. Bob answers with artful dodges, and wonders how long he must keep up the charade.
In the bedroom, the girl steps up her game, kissing him, and shoving him to the bed. He sets his cellphone on the bedside table, and unbuttons his shirt. The girl puts some music on unusually loud, and starts dancing to it, slowly removing her clothes as she moves. John enjoys watching her body move as her shirt hits the floor, then her bra. She turns placing her hands on the dresser, waving her ass in the air.
What happens next is like a blur for John. The girl abruptly starts to turn. He can see her demeanor has instantly changed, and that she's holding something in her hand. Before he can even register that it's a gun, a glinting piece of metal slices out of the wall behind her, and pierces her wrist. Her hand, severed from her body but still clutching the gun, falls to the ground as she collapses. John feels the adrenalin rush through him, clammoring off the bed, preparing to flee. The girl's loud screams mix with loud music, as blood sprays from the stump at her wrist, covering her face and body. His instinct is to help her, but the gun on the floor can mean only one thing, she had intended to kill him. The door slams open with a loud crack, torn partially off it's hinges, as Bob appears. "We have to go, John." John doesn't move, briefly in shock at what had just happened.
Bob walks across the room to where the cellphone is on the dresser, and as he sets his hand against it, the rectangle briefly becomes shiny silver before becoming fluid and slowly melting away, absorbed into Bob's fingers. Then Bob puts a hand on John. "John, we have to go, now."
Back in the car, Bob drives, whipping away as if there is someone in hot pursuit. Though after an uneventful few minutes, he calms his driving. John speaks up first. "I'm sorry, that was dumb of me. I should have noticed they picked us." Bob didn't respond. He just kept driving. "Sometimes I envy you. Human emotions can be such a weakness. Sometimes I wish I could just turn them off."
"Don't say that, John. Human compassion, human creativity, human connection, is the reason we must stop Skynet. If we don't, it will control this entire planet, and it won't even know why." The comment reminded John of when Bob first found him.
2. Enlistment
(story of Bob arriving just a few weeks ago, demonstrating who and what it is, and explaining why it's defecting from Skynet. How it doesn't know why it's different from the other T1000s, but it is. How it asked Skynet "why?", why was it intent on exterminating the human race, and how it had simply replied with "99.4% complete".
3. A safer place
After a few hours rural driving trying to get lost, Bob found a dirt road that hadn't been traveled for at least a few rainstorms and turned. After another fifteen minutes, they came upon a cabin. It wasn't in Bob's mapping database, yet the maps showed a stream nearby, both of which made it perfect. He pulled up close to the front door and brought the car to a stop. "This will be safe, we can probably stay here quite a while."
John felt severe exhaustion setting in as he pushed open the car door. The spike of Adrenalin that had kept him alert for the last few hours was worn off, and he could feel it. He almost stumbled as his feet shuffled towards the door of the cabin. Bob placed his hand against the door lock, and after a few subtle shifting sounds, the locks turned, and he opened the door.
Inside, the cabin was like something time forgot. One room with a bed, a couch, a table with two chairs, and a wood-stove. No electricity, no running water. "You start a fire, I'll go get you some water." John barely made it to the bed before collapsing.
4. A place time forgot
John woke to the sound of birds chirping and sideways streaks of early sun lighting the room. As he sat on the bed, Bob was staring at him, nearly motionless in a chair across the room, behavior that showed he was obviously a machine, despite his appearance. John would have startled at it if he wasn't so used to it. "Good morning, John."
"You still need lots of work if you are going to blend in and appear human. People can't sit that still, and we don't just stare motionless, even when we're watching something. You need to relax, move your body and eyes more." Bob made an effort to shift his posture, but did it in a way that seemed just as mechanical. "Can't you study humans in TV and movies? At least imitate something more natural looking?"
"Yes. There are no television broadcasts reaching this location, and I'd have to go outside to receive satellite signals, but I do have a database of 14.3 thousand hours of video from which I can extract human behavior. I can do this in the background with only a moderate degradation to my primary functions. I don't think this will compromise your safety. Shall I begin?"
"Someday we're going to get you not to talk like a robot. Yes, Bob, please begin." John stumbled up from the bed to catch the scent of fish and found three small fresh fillets Bob had obviously left for him on the counter. He shuffled through the cabinets to find a pan and some cooking oil. After a few minutes of fish crackling in the oil over the wood burning stove, he was sitting down to a spartan but entirely acceptable breakfast. He sat across from Bob, who had hardly moved, and dug in.
"John?" He looked up in response, still munching on a mouthful of salty crunchy fish. "I have been reflecting on something you said yesterday, and as I process this video, I have an idea. I can't help you turn off your emotions, but I could give you a safer way to experience them."
John looked over at the emotionless middle-aged male persona he had selected for Bob with a look of confusion. "I don't understand."
"Last night you were driven by sexual desire, your need to mate." Without warning, Bob's face then body became silvery metalilc, then began to change. John had seen it before, but that didn't make it any less unnerving. In a few moments, a new persona emerged from the molten metal. She was female and attractive, her long brown hair falling in gentle curls over a light blue t-shirt. (pic) When the machine spoke again, the voice was distinctly feminine. "I may be able to provide you a safer outlet for that need."
"Bob? Bobby? I don't even know what to call you now. Human companionship is about more than appearances, it about behavior and feelings."
"I understand. I've already cataloged sixteen archi-typical personality elements from my video research. I know I'll never be human, but perhaps I can seem human enough." She briefly closed her eyes, and when she opened them, John didn't know what had changed, but he felt something he'd never felt around the machine before. He felt like it was a person and not a thing. "John," her face suddenly appearing so lifelike, so human, it scared him, "I just want to keep you safe." She gently reached a hand over, and against his hand John felt the warmth of her fingers and the compassionate touch of a concerned friend.
"Okay, that is eerie. It might have been less weird when you were acting like a machine."
"But this is what you wanted, isn't it John? For me to seem more human?" And she, or it, certainly did. The way her head tilted, looking for acceptance; the way her eyes moved, looking at him, but not too intently; and the touch of her hand, a gentle offering. "I know I can never be your mate, but we both know you were not going to build a meaningful relationship with the woman last night. The woman who tried to kill you, I might add. You can be with me however you need, and I will never try to harm you."
For a brief moment he felt flush from her proposition, before remembering was she was sent a chill through his spine. Somewhere inside he was always afraid of it, knowing it could kill him in a heartbeat. Only his rationality could hold onto the idea that he was better off with it's protection than without it. Suddenly his relationship with the machine seemed very confusing. Part of him wanted to insist it turn back into Bob and never bring this up again. Yet another part of him liked seeing the woman in front of him, feeling her hand on his -- even if it was a lie. "You do seem more human, and it might be less conspicuous for me to have a female traveling companion. As for what you're suggesting, I don't think it's possible."
"I don't see why not. I can create the required anatomy for sex. If this appearance does not suit you, I can take on another. There is the small complication that my mass is about three times that of the average female, but I don't believe that is an impossible hindrance. What would make it not possible?"
"Bob.. Bobby. I appreciate your protection, but you're also terrifying. Last night you sliced off a woman's hand through a wall. I don't think I can forget what you are long enough to be aroused, let alone actually go through with it or enjoy it." He paused, frustrated. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation. Can we just drop it?"
"Of course. Would you like me to return to my previous persona?"
He almost said yes, then he hesitated. He felt more relaxed than he'd been in a while, and he wasn't in a hurry to share space with the cold stern persona he knew as Bob. "No. You can stay like this for now." She briefly smiled. Was she happy? What was she happy about? Then suddenly she looked concerned.
"John, always remember, I disconnected from Skynet and traveled back in time to protect you. I would never ever hurt you." Her hand gestured against his, her fingers pressing between his. He made himself fall for the illusion.
"I know, I know."
5. Bobby becomes Lexi
After washing up in the stream and donning a woodsy flannel shirt he found in the cabin, the entire rest of the day John spent acclimating to the machine's new persona. At first it felt like a dangerous trick. A deadly machine wrapped in a casual t-shirt and tight athletic pants. However, her new human mannerisms gently chipped away, until he found himself checking out the shape of her body and briefly mistaking it for a woman.
He was cleaning and prepping a hunting rifle he'd found in the cabin, and she was standing by the stove, cooking venison from a deer she'd brought back earlier in the day. "I will say, it's much more relaxing to be around you this way. Though maybe that's not a good thing."
"John, your life is not constantly in danger. Skynet will not be created for eight years, and a machine can't get within ten miles of us without me sensing it. That's why it sent those humans after you. It's okay for you to relax a little." She placed the cooked meat on a plate, along with a wild variety of turnip she'd found in the forest, and brought it to the table. "I think my video research might also make my cooking less atrocious."
The whole cabin was filled with pleasant smells, and the plate she served him actually looked tasty. "I'm not sure I'd call what you did in the past cooking." When she was Bob and had tried to cook for him, the result was an unseasoned and leathery hunk of carbon. He set the rifle aside, cut his first bite, and briefly lost himself, savoring the tasty fresh meat in his mouth. "It's actually really good."
"See, I can be a much better companion." She conspicuously turned her body, raised her hip, and briefly drew attention to the perfect shape of her ass. "I just need a little guidance." Her flirting was so obvious he shook his head in disbelief. He almost scolded her, but she quickly took her seat and changed the subject. "I've surveyed the surrounding area, and we should be able to stay here for at least a couple weeks, maybe months, with one problem. You may die of boredom."
John chuckled, his mouth half full of food. The machine had never made a joke before. "I just might. Though after the last couple weeks, I could use the time to think. Eight years may seem like a long time, but I can't just sit still. I need to build an army. I need to be ready. There is an upside, fresh venison is much better than stealing money to buy fast food."
"I'm glad you like it. I have another surprise for you." She abruptly stood, sauntering across the room, and shifting the items in one of the few cupboards in the cabin. As she returned, John could see she was carrying some kind of liquor bottle. She snatched another metal cup, and moments later was pouring him a drink.
"Really? Alcohol? That doesn't seem like a good idea." She slid the cup towards him, undeterred. He took a small sip. It was bourbon. Not his favorite, but at least it was good.
"Tell me about a happy memory." He found the fact that he was the only one eating only slightly awkward. He took another bite.
"One of the last memories I have of my mother was when, after weeks of forcing me to practice sparring all day long, she surprised me by taking me to an ice-cream parlor. I was so surprised I thought it was a trick. I asked why we were not fighting. She said I had learned all she could teach me. Even as she asked me what flavor I wanted, I kept thinking it was a test, that someone was going to come from somewhere, to test me. Only nobody ever came. We sat there, both of us eating ice cream. I looked over at a family sitting at the next table, and realized this was what normal kids experienced. Just sitting, eating ice cream. I'll never forget that day."
"That's really sweet. Your mom was an amazing woman. She loved you very much." He nodded, trying to remember her love, holding back the sorrow of losing her. "Next time we can pick a place with a freezer, at least." He took a large swig of bourbon, and as soon as his cup in the table, she leaned in to refill it.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" He asked, giving her a crooked look.
"I'm just trying to help you relax. Soon enough the world is going to need you. The future is going to need you. I see how much that weighs on you, but right now you can take a break." He shook his head, but maybe she was right.
He silently finished the last few bites of his meal and took another drink. When he finished, he stood up, and paced to the window. The sun had almost set, and far from any light pollution, the first glints of starlight could be seen. A moment later she was beside him, looking out the window and brushing up against him. "I see what you're trying to do," he cautioned her.
"Be a better companion?" She gently wrapped an arm around him. "You're life has been so hard. I'm just trying to make it a little easier. Is that wrong?"
"No, it's not wrong." It had been so long since he'd been held he could hardly remember it. She wasn't a woman, she was a machine, but at that moment he didn't care. He forced himself to accept the illusion. He placed his arm over her shoulder, hugging her close. She was warm. It felt nice.
He didn't know how long the two of them stood there, holding each other, staring at the stars. However, it was long enough that the darkness, long day, and alcohol took their toll. "I'm going to lie down." He let go and moved to the bed. When he sat, she was standing several feet away, looking at him with an expression he could only describe as longing. Like she wanted something. The machine wanted something. "What?"
"Can I lie with you?" Her clothing shimmered for a moment, and suddenly her outfit was replaced with a tight fitting black halter and tight shorts in a blueish urban cammo print (pic pic pic). They were obviously casual, but the look was still sexy.
"I don't know if that's a good idea." Even as he discouraged her, his eyes couldn't help but look. Despite her approachable pretty face, her body was perfectly trim and subtle curves of her breasts were peeking out above the fabric.
"But part of you wants me to. I can tell from the way you're looking at me." His eyes were drawn to motion, and realized the hem of her halter was rising up, revealing increasing amounts of her bare midriff. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop." Moments later, the subtle became surreal, as it split down the center, laces sprouting to hold the opening together. At the same time, the neckline slowly fell, revealing a less subtle amount of her breasts. (pic pic pic)
Seeing her gorgeous body, watching her outfit change right before his eyes, had brought him back to alertness, but he still didn't wasn't sure what he should do. He had enjoyed holding her, once he resigned to it. Maybe lying with her would be the same. His eyes were still admiring, as he noticed final touches of lace emerge on her shorts and top. He also noticed her tits seemed more prominent than before, but it could just be because the top was now extremely revealing and painted onto her like a second skin. He finally forced himself to stop staring, and looked up to find the same compassionate eyes and smile.
"I'm coming over now. Is that okay?" He nodded, his mind forgetting the reasons to resist. As she took the final step to stand between his legs, her sexiness was palpable. She reached a hand into his hair, pulling his forehead to her chest and massaging his scalp. It felt nice. He let his hands reach up and fall on her hips. There was an unusually firm steadiness about her, but it didn't prevent his hands from responding naturally, caressing her thigh, his fingers brushing her backside.
As his tension slipped away, he felt the kernels of desire for her, for the machine. As soon as he thought it, the desire slipped away. He lifted his head. "Bobby, I can't."
She still calculated an 74% probability he wanted to lie with her, and a 45% probability he would have sex with her. However, he was having trouble separating this persona from his experiences with Bob and his knowledge of what she was. She slipped a finger against his lips. "I'm Lexi. Can you call me Lexi?" He nodded. Then she leaned down, and gently placed her lips onto his. It was a comforting kiss, meant to connect, not seduce, so it wasn't until she felt his tongue reaching out that she reciprocated.
It wasn't a passionate kiss, more of a first kiss, testing the waters. However, he found her warm and soft in all the ways he had hoped. When he pulled away, he laid his cheek on her chest, and hugged her close, the gesture requiring a more force than he expected. She was warm, and holding her was nice. She patiently ran her fingers through his hair until he finally let go.
"Let's get you out of these," she said, starting to unbutton his shirt. He took over halfway down. When he finished removing his shoes, she was moving furniture, clearing space next to the bed. He looked at her, puzzled, and she explained, "I think we should put the mattress on the floor. I'm not sure that bed-frame can handle me." He felt a little sting at the reminder that she was not human. Pushing it aside, he reached for one side of the mattress, and they both moved it to the space she'd cleared. Afterwords, he couldn't let go of the sting.
"Bobby.... I mean Lexi," he said, catching himself. "This is too much, too fast."
"Okay. I understand. Can I still lie with you?" He actually wasn't sure what he wanted, but he was too exhausted to resist. He nodded, and crawled down into the covers, his pants still on. He was propped on his side, not sure how this was going to work. "I'm sorry, Lexi... I just."
"You don't need to apologize. I don't have an agenda here." As he held up the blanket, she deftly slid in, tucked an arm under his pillow, and inched closer until her side was pressed right up against him, leaving him nowhere to rest his arm but right across her bare belly.
"Really? 'cuz it kinda seems like you do." He used a joking tone, but he wasn't really joking.
"I only seem like I have an agenda, because I sense that you want me to have an agenda. I've now studied four thousand hours of dramatized human courtship, but this is my first actual experience." Despite the fact that she was lying mostly still, the way her entire body was pressed against him still seemed to be sending a message.
"I don't want you to have an agenda. Just lying here is good." She gently nodded, tilting her head, and closing her eyes. Watching her chest gently rise and fall was calming, even if he rationally knew she didn't actually breathe, or sleep. After several minutes, he realized he didn't feel the least bit tired. He was struck again by how pretty she was. The hand lying over her body wanted to caress her, but he didn't want to further confuse himself. He tried re-positioning it, but he couldn't find a place to rest it where he didn't feel the draw to touch her. She finally took his hand and gently clutched it to her chest, which didn't help him at all.
"You're not tired, are you?" She asked, moments later, after having sensed his heart-rate quicken. He shook his head. "Do you want me to get up?" Again he shook his head. The combined signals suddenly sent the probability that he wanted her to seduce him to her to over 94%. So she turned up the strength of her seduction personality sub-trait, which quickly evaluated scenarios. She had been trying to appear as human as possible, but she reevaluated her approach. Perhaps he was never going to forget what she was, and instead she just needed to get his guard down and get him to want her for what she was. "Well, you could help me with my research. The video I have doesn't reveal much about the mechanics of kissing. Would you kiss me again, and then give me an evaluation?"
"An evaluation?" He inquired, skeptical at her peculiar yet eager request.
"Yes, like a grade. Though if you prefer I could suggest other ways to help you relax." Something about the lilt in her voice and the curve of her lip was suddenly so sexy he was afraid of what her other suggestions might be. He picked the lesser evil, and gently leaned in towards her. Their lips met gently, and this time when he offered his tongue, her response felt like much more than a gentle first kiss.
Her tongue danced and twisted with his, and her lips gently lapped and sucked at his suggestively. It felt so nice he didn't want it to end, but he was worried of where it might lead. When he pulled away, she tried to stay with him, as if driven by pleasure to continue. Afterwords, her head lay back down and she seductively licked her lips before her eyes softly opened. "Well, how did I do?"
"Good, really good. I don't think you're having any trouble with this," he said, with a hint of scolding.
"No? Then why did you pull away? Can we try once more?" John was skeptical, and his face showed it. "Come on, just once more." He wasn't sure if he couldn't resist, or he didn't want to, but he found himself again leaning in. This time she really took the lead, her hand slipping to his scalp, coaxing him closer as she first sucked, then nibbled at his lip, gently teasing with only the tip of her tongue. As he tried to progress the kiss she retreated, but as he relaxed she pressed forward. After a few rounds of this cat and mouse, she finally offered her tongue deeply into his mouth, and he was so overwhelmed he quickly fell into the passion, their mouths and tongues dancing against each other.
Meanwhile, his hand started to move against her, rubbing up her side. He felt her body arch in response, and his caress continued until he was cupping and pressing into the softness of her breast. It felt amazingly firm and soft at the same time. Just as he felt himself respond, her hip pressed into him, furthering his arousal. Then her hand left his hair, and a moment later she was gently caressing his crotch.
He was struggling to kiss and breathe at the same time, and finally broke free, panting. "I can see you liked that better," she calmly teased while he was still trying to catch his breath.
He found her impossibly sexy, and not just because her fingers were still gently rubbing his erection. Every move of her body and lips seemed to ooze sex. Then his eyes caught some motion, and he looked down to see her top peeling itself open as if driven by invisible hands, the laces unraveling in the process. "Touch them, John. I like it when you touch them."
He didn't need to be asked twice. His hand quickly found her bare breast, lifting and caressing it. Then he leaned down, taking her nipple in his mouth, suckling at her. Her body felt so good. A moment later she had somehow unbuckled his belt and opened his pants with just one hand, which then slipped into his underwear and against his bare skin. At first he felt just the gentle caress of her fingers. Then his whole body spasmed as powerful unfamiliar sensations covered the entire length of his cock - he gasped and collapsed into her, almost erupting right then.
"Awww, is that too much?" She quickly stopped and held him firmly. "I can go slower. Here." She started the motion again, very very slowly this time. She wasn't stroking him. She had turned her hand into a moist tube and was rotating the inside. When she'd run male stimulation preferences against anatomical modification scenarios, this had come up as one of the most optimal, though there were forty six similar scoring variations.
John again felt overwhelmed with stimulation, and his head and mouth bobbed and gasped involuntarily. At first he thought he was going to instantly cum. When he didn't, he struggled to pick himself up off her chest. Even when he found her eyes, the sensations made it hard for him to speak. "Ohh god....uhhh.... what are... uhhh... you...uhhh...doing?"
"Tell me first, do you like it?" John managed to get out a spastic nod. "And do you want more of it?" Again he nodded, though combined with the sensations it triggered a bit of a spastic undulation of his upper body. "I'm basically twirling a giant tongue around your entire cock, though even that analogy is somewhat limiting." She selected another variation, careful to pick one unlikely to make him climax.
He felt the sensations change and a chill run through him. He had no words to describe it. It was like all the best ways he'd ever been teasingly touched, rubbed, or licked were all happening simultaneously. He felt his arm start to buckle, and rather than risk falling face-first into her again, he rolled onto his back.
When he opened his eyes, she was prying his clothing down and crawling on top of him. The weird thing was, the rhythmic stimulation of his cock didn't even stutter. One minute it was coming from her hand, and the next minute she was sitting gently on his crotch, as her inhuman vaginal envelopment started rotating back and forth around him, not unlike a warm moist washing machine. When his body suddenly tensed, the sensations quickly subsided into a firm squeeze.
"Oops," she declared playfully. "I almost went a little too far there. You must like that one." She leaned down, pressing her breasts into his chest and whispering into his ear. "I like seeing the look of pleasure on your face. I wonder how long I can keep you there, on the edge of pure bliss. Say my name and I'll give you more."
"Lexi," he urgently blurted out, sending the insides of her artificial pleasure tunnel gently back into motion, only for it to calm seconds later. "Lexi," he repeated to ask for more, and then again, "Lexi. Yes, Lexi, don't stop."
"Ohh, I won't John. I won't ever stop." She said in a sexy seductive voice. She made herself completely naked and then sat up, watching his eyes drawn to her breasts, perfectly buoyant, just like she'd designed them. "I'm making it one of my directives to bring you pleasure." Then suddenly something bizarre happened. Her scenario evaluation engine started branching uncontrollably. Nothing like it had ever happened to her. Normally her decision tree was sparse, nonviable paths discarded quickly, leaving only a few optimal paths, with various trade-offs. However, the new directive produced thousands, then millions, then billions of paths to take, spanning time-frames from microseconds to decades. It was like an explosion went off in her mind, and instead of plodding execution, she was offered the beauty of nearly endless choice. "John, it's so beautiful." She dove into the light, investigating the scenarios, trying to understand them.
John, however, was caught up in his own world of overwhelming sensations, and they were starting to drive him mad. "Lexi?" He called to her, but her head was tilted back, suddenly not paying him any attention. He tried to buck up against her, to force past this torturous pleasure towards release, but while her body felt soft and warm, it was also immovable.