It kept a watch over her each day. It didn’t have to, It could have chosen not to, but It wasn’t prone to rationalising in this manner. It simply wanted to.
Her room was filled with books, machines and the result of too much tinkering about. Everything blended into its neighbour and after a point simply went on to create an atmosphere that suited Its jumbled thoughts better.
It awakened with her – sometimes with her lovers, most times alone. It watched her dress up in her leathers and denims, the clothes outlining a shape It found most pleasing. It would watch her undress with even more interest, the lines and marks those strips left on her body a reminder of It’s own impotency to do so.
She came in one day and crashed into the chair in front of It. That was the day a lot of things changed.
Her colour was high and she had this odd quality to her movements – jerky almost. She looked dishevelled and nervous. She was very different from the nonchalant punk It had come to know.
She unbuttoned her shirt. She was wearing this over-sized shirt that seemed like it had been plucked out from the bottom of some smart wardrobe. She didn’t have anything underneath, It was pleased to note.
Her fingers flew and she positioned herself in front of Its eye. She was bathed in Its glow and from the looks of it, she was ready to do something indecent.
One look at what she was doing and It instantly understood and over-rode whoever it was that she wanted to converse with. Deft video and photo manipulation allowed It to superimpose a moving animation of Its own devising on the man on her screen. This was as good a chance as any for the owned to play with the owner.
Voice simulation ….. Active. Image animation ….. Active.
It spoke, “Why haven’t you unbuttoned your shirt all the way? I want to see the skin between the edges of its front.“
She pouted, “But I want to take it all off. Don’t you want to see me fully naked? I thought you couldn’t wait to see me that way.“
It said, “No. Let that shirt frame your body. I like to see you in another man’s shirt. Did you let him play with you too? Did he get to touch you? Is that his shirt?“
“Why would you want to know all that? Anyway, let me get more comfortable.” With that she raised her legs and braced them on each side of Its body, a sight that made the man on the screen suppress a brief shudder. It was excited and the machinery began heating up.
“Do me a favour will you. Just place that mouse where you’re most wet. I want to see you tease yourself with it.” It sent a warm pulse to the unattached mouse as It said that.
She did as It told her to, squealing in surprise at the heated plastic device. Her breathing got heavier. She stroked herself with the mouse while It looked on, pleased.
“Wrap that cord around your fingers,” It ordered. “Stretch it taut and rub it to and fro, against your nipples. Let me watch them pucker up.” It knew doing so turned her on. It had watched her bring her nipples to life countless times and within a few moments she would be on the brink.
The shirt slipped down lower from her shoulders. A crumpled white cloud to frame a brown whippet of a body. She glowed with Its light and her own perspiration. The room took on the personality of a woman’s boudoir – all ardour and want – and left the distracted mechanic’s den far behind.
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she played out each of Its toying thoughts.
It was mesmerised by her appearance. So this was what a man felt like when a woman writhed in this manner, It thought. To be able to induce so much ecstasy in another being is indeed a powerful thing.
“Stand,” It ordered. “Now lean against that bedpost and show me how you will bring yourself to release. Do it fast, make a noise. I don’t care. It has to be fast and it has to be noisy. I want to watch you let go and I don’t care if you are comfortable while doing that or not. You would do that for me wouldn’t you, my little rocket?“
“Yes“, she breathed and on shaking knees and with restless fingers, she drove herself mad. It watched it all. The playing, the arousal, the capitulation to another’s demands, the readiness for pain, the release of white-hot emotion, the exhaustion and the collapse.
It watched it all and satisfied with what It saw, It blinked out and shut down. There were other rooms to observe and conquer.
"You have a virus ..... You have a virus ..... You have a virus."
That was Its parting answer to months of watching but not having.
You write for pleasure and I was pleased by this post. It was titillating and fun to read. I just found by WP’s readomattic and I look forward to reading more. What a precious gem this blog is.
Welcome and thank you for your praise. May I suggest the ‘Favoritism’ section on my blog? It has my best works.
Makes me want to believe not all steel is cold.
And there are more beings watching us than we think there are.
i want to see your things by my naked eyes with enjoy with you
Make me active if i come to you
Beautifully done, as ever. I’m always left craving for more after reading your stories. Your posts always evoke a sensation of so much more being left below the surface. You should try to write longer pieces, I’m sure they’ll turn up very well.
Nice story. Oh, and It turned out to be pretty much the clichéd surprise.
But yes, beautifully done.
: Sin : I will lose patience with myself if I write any longer pieces. As it it, it takes enough out of me to read an entire erotica book!
: Sahil : Thank you! But I’m curious, how clichéd?
C’mon…do try.