I had to carry Sy back to the lab. She's heavier than she looks but she's not that heavy so the effort was manageable. I felt kinda bad. She may be my toy and my sexual plaything, she's still sentient. I wonder how she felt as I punished her.
For most men, this would be a question without answer because who the hell knows how to really interpret what a woman thinks. In my case however, all would be crystal clear because Sy's OS produced regular logs.
The system is quite elegant too: her posi-matrix constantly gauges her situation and the more complex, dangerous or stimulating Sy's surroundings get, the more logs get produced. This means that while Sy rests in bed, emulating sleep at my side, very little logging is done but in a case like what just happened or in a combat situation, I can expect a lot of useful data.
Sy was now resting on her back over the lab bed. I didn't bother covering her up, she's not bothered by cool air or casual nakedness.
Forgetting all about Satie for a little while, I looked at by beautiful golden angel and I did feel bad. I should not have punished her for my own frustration.
Rebooting her core system was easy. Restoring all her functions would take a few minutes though. It's as if she was waking up. Disoriented at first while her sensor array recalibrated, Sy's posi-matrix slowly reintegrated everything back into her consciousness.
And then she started to cry.
I must admit, I didn't see that one coming. Part of me felt crushed by guilt but the scientist in me quickly took over: this was a genuine opportunity to explore Sy's mental process under a whole new light.
"What's wrong, my love?" I asked her, concerned.
Her voice came out broken. "I'm so sorry I angered you!"
This implied so much. Her emotional programming was either completely dysfunctional or, it had taken leaps ahead without me noticing. The look in her eyes as she pitifully awaited my reply told me it was the latter. It is true that what mostly interested me with Sy was her sexual aspects. Maybe for once in my life I could try being a decent human being toward her.
I slowly lowered my head and gave her a long, warm, loving kiss that carried absolutely no sexual intent. I felt a very strange chill of uneasy emotion, realizing that my emotional love for her was perhaps a lot deeper than I was willing to admit. I helped her into a sitting position and hugged her as she went on crying for a few long, uncomfortable seconds.
"I'm sorry I took it out on you Sy. I should not have treated you like this." The words felt cheap and hollow at first but as I was saying them, they started carrying sense and purpose. Sy hugged me a bit tighter.
"Let's get you back into shape and after that, what do you say we spend a little evening together, lovers and all that?"
Sy gave me the sweetest, most angelic smile as she gently nodded. Hard to believe that, at my mere command, this helpless "woman" could become capable of eradicating the population of a whole space station without an afterthought.
...
A few hours went by as I completed a clean restoration of Sy's systems. My beautiful android swiftly cleared all the tests imposed to prove that she was fully functional except one that I kept for last. A more interesting test that was better conducted in a quieter, more casual setting.
To test Sy's deeper and more complex cognitive functions, I liked us to sit around a bottle of wine and discuss various ethical and philosophical issues. For a reason I could not explain, seeing her struggle to explain issues of ethics and morality turned me on in a very special way.
So there we were, sitting on our bed, drinking and having a chat. The mood I set was particularly nice. I programmed the holo screen to give me a view that simulated a high-rise bedroom, overlooking a bustling metropolis at night. The "window" was "opened" as faint background noise came in, pushed by the artificial wind created by the ventilation system. The whole illusion felt amazingly real down to the scent component; it was quite easy to forget that we were in fact living deep in the entrails of a space facility nested in a stable asteroid in the middle of absolutely nothing.
I sat, my back cozily pressed against a huge cushion, wearing a plush bathrobe that I did not bother tying up, giving Sy a perpetual view of my frontal nudity, erect penis and all. This did not bother her in the slightest as she slowly, casually fondled and masturbated my pleasure centers while her soft words struggled to elaborate on the answers to my complex questions.
Sy was wearing a sort of evening gown/bathrobe hybrid made of the softest, most delicate golden velvet, which gave me a very hard time concentrating. A lot of the clothes I provided Sy and now Satie were made from similar fabrics. I have always felt a curiously powerful sexual arousal from soft clothes, velvet being chief among them.
For now, Sy's divine gown was closed and tied at the front but as I observed her every movement, I could guess the shape of her magnificent breast and powerful legs as their motion made the fabric follow her lovely curves.
Sy had been doing very well so far. Every once in a while, when a question somewhat eluded her, she would simply smile, lean over me and give me a few long, deep kisses, hoping I would forget the question entirely. This proved that although her ethical notion processing still needed some evolving, her social behavior routines were working just fine.
"Tell me Sy, I'm keeping Satie here because I purchased her. That alone is a very serious crime, purchasing human beings has been seen as reprehensible for many centuries. Still, in society's eyes, she is nobody, not even a blip in the system. No one will ever come looking for her. She has no relatives, no friends. Before I acquired her, she was little more than a beast in a cave, an animal that was for sale."
What the hell am I saying... am I testing Sy or am I trying to convince myself? I chose to disregard this thought and went on.
"It is my obvious goal to tame her and turn her into a permanent sex doll, just like you. Unlike you however, Satie can't be programmed to accept this without any afterthought. I will not rape her or take her against her will, but it's obvious that her moral and sexual compass is completely off and since she sees me as a figure of authority, it will all happen. Sooner or later, Satie will bend to my will."
I took a short pause to let Sy digest this before moving on.
"From my point of view, in here she is fed, she is safe, she is clothed and more importantly than all that, she is loved, genuinely loved. Out there, she would be cold, alone, hungry and vulnerable. We can agree that a pretty girl like her would not live past thirty before ending up murdered in an alley or sold to someone with intentions similar to mine, minus the will to treat her with care. In short, Satie is forced to trade her most basic freedom in exchange for safety and comfort in what is nothing less than a life of sex slavery. Is she better off? What do you think?"
That question hit the mark. Sy was genuinely confounded. This time, she skipped the kisses altogether and went directly for my cock, engulfing it deep into her lovely mouth to bring me to a long, delightful ecstasy as she ran her long fingers around my balls. It took all my remaining will not to fill her mouth with sticky cum so I eventually grabbed a handful of her long, silky golden hair and gently forced her mouth away from my cock.
"You have to answer this question, love."
Sy smiled sweetly. "I think that there are no slaves here, except maybe you, slave to my perfect body, my irresistible beauty. And Satie will surely feel the same. You think you play with her hormones? You should see how easily she plays with yours."
That answer was simply amazing. I was utterly without words. My android went on without skipping a beat.
"I also think that being your permanent sex doll is not as bad as you make it sound." She said as she undid the cord that kept her robe closed. With a deft gesture, she opened her garment and gave me a splendid view of her incredible body before climbing over me. Her left hand seized the back of my head and through her superior strength, forced my mouth on hers as her right hand directed my member precisely into her soft, moist pussy.
The exam was officially over. I did not argue any further as my synthetic lover began riding me, slowly filling my mouth with her delicate moaning. I have no idea how much time passed, I even felt amused by the notion that for once, I was the one who forgot all about the question. Sy felt so good on me, she felt so genuinely in love, there was nothing perverted or artificial about this. Damn the fact that she was a machine, the only truth that separated her from me was the nature of our respective origin but in the end, we were both living, breathing and reasoning beings. We were in love and this felt right and good.
For a few long minutes, my brain did not carry any sexual scenario, my thoughts were not on the orgasm that was slowly building up in me. I was just happy and fulfilled as Sy's moaning became loud and louder with each successive hip thrust.
