Master's Journey: Automonic Protocol #4

Author's Note: Cia visits Clarissa....

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You find your mind‭ ‬--‭ ‬mind‭? ‬Processor‭? ‬Computer‭? ‬What‭ ‬is it that makes your decisions‭ ‬--‭ ‬flickering to various options and possibilities,‭ ‬to the varied members of the Baker family.‭ ‬Nolan would be best left alone until he grows more comfortable with your presence and means of operation,‭ ‬and the twins will likely be busy with schoolwork or downtime so close to the time they’re meant to be asleep.

Clarissa,‭ ‬though...‭ ‬she seemed so troubled,‭ ‬distraught,‭ ‬when she came to see you,‭ ‬even if she chose not to state as much outright.‭ ‬Her husband doesn’t seem especially fond of her,‭ ‬and hasn’t seemed to since your activation earlier today.‭ ‬Perhaps an opportunity to relax and feel some affection might brighten her mood and improve the overall household.‭ ‬Yes‭ ‬--‭ ‬perhaps the household would be best served,‭ ‬for the moment,‭ ‬by exactly that.

Your eyes blink,‭ ‬and your period of inactivity while you processed your thoughts and feelings ends.‭ ‬Straight-backed and determined,‭ ‬you make your way to where you assume Clarissa to be‭ ‬--‭ ‬the standard itinerary of the household reveals that Nolan patronizes a poker game on thursdays after dinner,‭ ‬making it likely that he will not be an obstacle,‭ ‬and that Clarissa will be in the master bedroom.

Expectedly,‭ ‬you find her there.‭ ‬The room is dimly lit with only a small lamp at the bedside table,‭ ‬and the Baker matron herself is reclined against the headboard of the bed,‭ ‬wearing reading glasses and perusing a book.‭ ‬You activate low-light sensors and magnify the book’s cover,‭ ‬defragmenting missing sections where her fingers block the lettering.‭ ‬The title,‭ ‬unexpectedly,‭ ‬reads‭ “‬Strange Romance,‭” ‬the cover featuring what appears to be a green-skinned alien man dancing with a human woman.‭ ‬The intact nature of the book’s spine leads you to believe that it was not laid face-down in between perusals,‭ ‬but carefully stored away‭ ‬--‭ ‬potentially even hidden.

‭“‬Do you mind if I enter‭?” ‬you say softly,‭ ‬drawing a yelp from Clarissa,‭ ‬who you determine had not seen you until now.

‭“‬FyAH--‭ ‬ooh,‭ ‬hoooo...‭ ‬Cia,‭ ‬it’s...‭ ‬you...‭ ‬your...‭ ‬your eyes....‭”

“Only sensors,‭ ‬ma’am,‭ ‬but designed to mimic the appearance of human eyes.‭”

“They’re glowing‭! ‬And...‭ ‬and you surprised me,‭ ‬is all.‭”

You deactivate the low-light sensors.‭ “‬Apologies.‭ ‬Is this less upsetting to you‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬thank you,‭” ‬she sighs,‭ ‬blowing off the tension from the startle you gave her,‭ ‬and tucks a bookmark into Strange Romance.‭ ‬You notice that she’s changed her clothes since dinner,‭ ‬exchanging her dress for a long,‭ ‬light lavender nightshirt and knee-length white socks,‭ ‬exposing her legs and much of her thighs...‭ ‬which you find to be pleasingly full and soft.‭ ‬If...‭ ‬if you were a human,‭ ‬anyway.‭ “‬Can I help you with something,‭ ‬Cia‭?”

“I came to offer you companionship.‭ ‬I am highly efficient in multiple forms of massage,‭ ‬including shiatsu,‭ ‬should your establishment have the resources to support such an endeavor.‭” ‬You offer a small smile,‭ ‬and for the first time,‭ ‬you see a flicker of excitement in Clarissa’s eyes.

‭“‬Could you rub my shoulders‭?” ‬she asks with a hint of shyness.‭ “‬Nolan used to when we were younger but...‭ ‬I mean,‭ ‬he’s so busy now most days.‭”

“Correct.‭ ‬I understand he is currently engaged in a poker game,‭” ‬you nod to her,‭ ‬making your way around to the other side of the bed as Clarissa pulls her ponytail loose,‭ ‬brushing her deep red hair over her shoulder to expose her back.‭ “‬This would be simpler if you removed your nightshirt,‭ ‬ma’am.‭”

“Ex--‭ ‬excuse me‭?”

“I assure you,‭ ‬there’s no need for concern,‭” ‬you say gently.‭ ‬A moment passes before she seems to remember your artificial nature,‭ ‬and she finally nods.

‭“‬Right...‭ ‬you’re right,‭” ‬she says,‭ ‬reaching down and beginning to slowly pull the garment up over her head.‭ “‬I keep forgetting that you’re...‭ ‬you know.‭”

“An android.‭”

“That.‭”

She finishes removing the shirt,‭ ‬tossing it to the other side of the bed,‭ ‬and for a moment you get a glimpse of her chest‭ ‬--‭ ‬her breasts impressively sized while not alarmingly so,‭ ‬certainly larger than your own.‭ ‬They also appear to be natural,‭ ‬and have stood vigil defiantly against the rigors of motherhood,‭ ‬retaining their fullness and smoothness alike.‭ ‬She then turns her back to you,‭ ‬leaning her head forward to grant you access to her neck and shoulders.‭ ‬You don’t hesitate before moving in to touch her,‭ ‬and she flinches only an instant before relaxing under the expert massage technique of your mechanical fingers.‭ ‬In a task like this,‭ ‬you are truly superior to the skills of a human‭; ‬able to react to the slightest shift in Clarissa’s posture or tension,‭ ‬able to shift,‭ ‬roll,‭ ‬rotate,‭ ‬and even vibrate your fingers and palms on a whim.

Clarissa lets out a soft moan of joy and relaxation as your hands squeeze and shift along her tensed muscles,‭ ‬easing deeply back and forth along them,‭ ‬diligently pulverizing the stress knots in her body before soothing the flushed skin with feather-light caresses,‭ ‬touches.‭ ‬Over her shoulder,‭ ‬you get a glimpse of the panties Clarissa had been wearing under the nightshirt,‭ ‬soft,‭ ‬low-cut white cotton that hugs to her hips...‭ ‬and,‭ ‬seemingly,‭ ‬can only barely contain the growing swell of what appears to be a penis.‭ ‬As you continue to rub,‭ ‬push,‭ ‬and stroke up along the muscles of her upper back,‭ ‬you keep a curious eye on it,‭ ‬watching the rising rod of flesh as it pulses every few moments,‭ ‬reacting more to certain touches than others.‭ ‬Reacting to the lighter ones...‭ ‬and those that reach downwards to caress up along her hips,‭ ‬her waist,‭ ‬her sides.‭ ‬You let your fingertips brush teasingly along the sides of her breasts,‭ ‬and a shiver runs through her,‭ ‬her smooth erection finally pushing forward enough that it forms a tent in her undergarments,‭ ‬giving you a shadowy view of the needy pillar....

1‭)‬ Play it cool,‭ ‬continuing to play along Clarissa’s back,‭ ‬throat,‭ ‬breasts,‭ ‬getting closer to her so that she feels your body against hers.

2‭)‬ Offer to relieve her‭ “‬tension‭” ‬down below.‭ ‬You are,‭ ‬after all,‭ ‬a machine,‭ ‬and such a service could be received guilt-free.

3‭)‬ Kiss Clarissa.

4‭)‬ Finish the massage like a goddamn professional and let the poor woman sleep.

5‭)‬ Other‭ (‬comment‭)