Kinky Adventures of Robin Ch. 07

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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"What's all this about, Jim?"

Robin bit her lip, sitting in the coffee shop that she never usually would frequent, eyes plaintively wide. He had not been subtle about inviting her there, although it was more of a summons than an invite in all honesty. He thought he had something over her and the sickening twist to the pit of her stomach told her that, well, he kind of did. But she was trying not to think about that. She'd been trying to not think about that since it had happened.

The coffee shop bustled and buzzed around them, a chic and trendy place that Robin scorned. Where were the sugary drinks? This was all filter coffee from places that she'd never even heard of! But maybe she would have if she'd been into all his nerdy stuff. It was probably some really exotic, rare coffee or something that she wouldn't touch and someone that she knew would be highly offended by that fact. It wasn't her problem to deal with though.

Grunting in the back of her throat, she tightened the fold of her arms across her chest, stubbornly hiding her breasts from view, sockless toes curling in her shoes, suddenly everything feeling a little too constrictive as she strained to wriggle and squirm before him. That little perv... How did he know? And what was he going to do about it? He studied her, a few fresh pimples rising on his face, and leaned back, shoving his phone across the table to her. She couldn't help but notice, even then, just how unstylish his phone was, lacking in the substance that she would have wanted from such a device. It was essential, after all, to a girl's social life!

"This."

Turning the phone to her, he watched with some measure of pleasure as her expression fell. She slapped her hand over it, the image of Alex between her legs stark on the screen.

"Put that away!"

"Why?" He said, eyebrows raised, the hint of a smirk on his lips. "You don't seem to be shy with Alex, do you? That was my girlfriend. You knew that, right?"

His voice came out as bitter rather than cocky and he leaned back, eyes sad. It wasn't right that he had lost Alex and Robin at the same time but getting to see a sexy show, well... It was not as if anyone was going to feel bad about getting to see what he saw, considering that he was not committed to Alex anyway, his eyes lustfully wandering to sweeter fruits and spoils that were not his to take. And yet Alex had swept Robin up all for herself regardless of anything else and, well, he'd been the one to deal with the fallout for that, in one way or another.

"Wait..." Robin eyed him. "Was? Was your girlfriend?"

He snorted.

"Well, you didn't think I could stay with her after that, did you? She cheated on me!"

Robin scoffed and pressed her slick lips together, gloss shimmering.

"It wasn't as if you were sleeping together..."

Jim stiffened.

"So you say."

He could be as evasive as he liked but everyone still knew the truth about that, the video playing under Robin's hand, Alex giving her orgasm after orgasm. A rush of power, unlike anything he'd felt before, thrummed through him, warming him from the inside out like a hot drink on a cold winter's evening, something perhaps laced with just a touch of his father's whisky. With a twisted smile pulling at his lips, he threaded his fingers into those of his opposing hand, quelling the tremor that was annoyingly apt to come up at the least opportune of moments.

"Look, Robin, this is very simple..."

She tried to cut across him, lips petulantly pressed together, but he halted her in her tracks, peering at her over the top of his huge, round glasses.

"Do what I say or I'll make this go viral," he said simply, sitting back to look her over. "There's nothing more to it than that, Robin. And don't make any comments about my sex life or lack of it, please."

Polite to a fault and yet ice-cold at the same time, he sure did know how to make his side quite clear. Robin gasped, hands flying up to cover her mouth. He wouldn't! Would he?

Yet how could she know just how far Jim was willing to go. He had to be a pervert to watch her, to record her, to use it against her... And just what would happen if he 'outed' her to Dave, forgetting everyone else? That would be the end of their relationship and it wasn't her fault at all! Everyone would say she was a lesbian slut and she'd be more upset about the wrong part of that statement rather than the misleading nature of the blackmail in itself. No one would even believe that it had all been against her will!

Sighing, she turned her face away, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. How bad could it be? After Alex... Jim couldn't be into weird shit, he was still a virgin. It couldn't be that bad, it had to be okay, she had to do whatever she needed to in order to keep everything under wraps, that movie hidden away where it belonged, if not deleted. Swallowing hard, she gave the tiniest of nods, not even looking at him - she couldn't bear to. And it was in that moment that he knew he had her.

His little Robin, perched right where he wanted her to be.

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It turned out, however, that what he had planned for Robin was stranger than anything even she could have expected, taking her out of the city for the expedition. Of course, she didn't know anything about the journal that he'd uncovered and the research that, really, should have been burned by his great-grandfather's hands years ago, but that made the blackmail all the sweeter as she moaned in the unsexy way. Her T-shirt was rolled up to expose her midriff and she wore daisy dukes, her bare, sockless feet complete with freshly painted toe nails. Converse Chuck Taylor (limited edition, of course) sneakers had been the footwear of choice that particular day, cute and chic but perhaps not quite as well suited to a day out as Robin may otherwise have liked. Truly, it was a ridiculous shoe choice too for a day of hiking, which seemed to be what he had in mind, and her bare feet grew increasingly sweaty with how hot and humid the day turned out to be, sun flitting in and out of the clouds as the air clung to her like a tangible being, a little brother that she couldn't shake off from another game of 'piggyback'.

Still, she knew she looked cute and Jim didn't seem interested in sex, which was a bonus. If he wanted to go on some crazy hike, she could deal with that better than, effectively, being forced to bang again. That just wasn't her thing, despite the pleasures that could, clearly, arise from it.

"Why are we doing this?" She whined, pawing at his arm as if that act worked on other guys. "Come on, Jim, this is silly. I don't want to be out here!"

"It doesn't matter."

Secretly, he liked having control of the situation, holding his cards close as if they could be snatched away from him at any time. The warehouse lay ahead and the bunker, well, Jim had the code to that too. Like he did for everything, he'd planned it all out so that nothing could go wrong.

And what he had found in that journal was very, very interesting indeed. So interesting, in fact, that he could not even bear to tell Robin what was in there, running over things repeatedly in his head, as if for fear that, even then, he might forget them. His great-grandfather had worked with the US government, Mr Hiram McNutt. What a name. What a legacy. His work had not been standard, of course, but that was just what had made it so interesting to Jim, even though he had never been supposed to find it, he was quite sure of that. For what Hiram had been working on was...

Ah, no, that would spoil the surprise. Slowly, slowly.

The warehouse was not obvious immediately and Jim revelled in demonstrating to Robin with a certain degree of smugness just how he got into the underground bunker, pushing through the undergrowth and inputting the code to the hidden panel. The ground churned and rumbled beneath their feet and she shrieked, jumping back, but there was nothing there to be afraid of as the metal door, hidden by wear and tear of the seasons, slid open, grinding through the dirt as if it had become blocked over the years.

Jim grinned like a schoolboy who had gotten his first kiss, only managing to resist the urge to do something very unmanly through sheer force of will alone.

"Come with me..."

He was less convincing there, flipping open the map that he'd made of the facility. It would be needed to get into the depths of the facility but he'd spent so much time poring over the journal and all of his great-grandfather's research that not even the moss-laden walls could faze him, delving deeper and deeper, Robin trailing after him. The place was in an acute state of disrepair and one would have wondered just what they were keeping in there that it had to be locked away underground, tiles cracked and split, walls dripping and grey with moisture. He snapped on a flashlight but it barely lit up a few metres ahead, one step following the other as they worked they way through, Jim acting more like he knew where he was going rather than feeling completely convinced in that fact himself.

She has to be here somewhere...

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Yes, he did like being in control. He liked it very much. And it all came to light when he found her lying there, face-up on a metal table that, somehow, seemed to have withstood the wrath of the elements. The large room came complete with a high ceiling and a window in the top denoted that the ceiling was at ground level, allow a weak filter of sunlight to ease in, dust motes swirling anxiously in the singular shaft, however weak it was. Robin gasped and hesitated but he walked right up to the robot that he'd wanted to find, breath shallow and quick, too quick for comfort.

"Finally..."

Yet he did not touch her, for Selene XOXO was too revered for such a crude act, the Android that his great-grandfather had designed and built from scratch. Her purpose, of course, would all become clear in due course but he suppressed a happy shiver at finally seeing her in person. According to the journal, she had not had her 'body' finished and still looked like a robot, despite the faux breasts rising from her metal chest, the polish dulled after time, even though the room was the best preserved of all of the empty, decrepit ones that they had so far traipsed through. Long legs allowed her to rise to six feet in height, a respectable nuance to her portrayal, and she didn't have hair as yet either. The only spot of other colour on her was the pink of her lips, the paint smooth and preserved, shocking so.

Reverently, he sent up a prayer of thanks to his great-grandfather and any listening gods (although he was an atheist) for creating such a beauty of technology and, as it was soon to be seen, sex. And she was his, all his, all his to continue the research of his great-grandfather that had, too soon, been cut off before his time. It was his duty as family to do all he could.

Yet there was Selene XOXO, quiet and still, Robin shivering behind him. There was no hole for a key or a button to be pressed that was obvious enough but, that too, he had expected. Only one thing could activate her.

"Robin, this is where you come in."

He grinned and pointed to Selene XOXO, her robotic, pink lips pressed together as if she had already prepared herself, in Android sleep, for the kiss that was to come. Blinking, Robin shrugged.

"It's a robot... Cool for geeks, I guess? What did you bring me here for?"

Jim chuckled and shook his head.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand... You're one of those girls that they say 'it's a good thing you're pretty' about, you know? Though I got taken in by that too..."

Robin flinched but he didn't see, eyes darting about feverishly, intoxicated by the promise of the moment.

"Selene XOXO here can only be reactivated by a woman and, really, I can't do that, regardless of what they said at school about me."

Robin had been one of those people. But, like so much else, that no longer mattered and he resolutely pressed on, rushing his words in his haste to get them all out.

"So, what you need to do is put your vagina on her lips... Please."

The effect of his demand was softened more by his use of politeness, voice trailing off sheepishly at the end, trembling on the name of the anatomical part. Robin's eyes bugged out of her head, the buxom babe's lower jaw dropping. For a moment, she looked even ditsier than she usually did, eyes so wide, those baby blues glowingly gorgeous. Jim's eyes dropped hungrily to her breasts, unable to help himself despite everything, his manly lust coming above even his hunger for knowledge and all that that contained, the assistance of time and the nations pushing him on and on. He had to know.

"You... You can't be serious. Jim, this is disgusting! I'm not doing it!"

But her petulant complaint was not about to get her anywhere as she forced out the words past a thick tongue, whimpering and slinking back and away from him, a whimper on her lips. She could say all she liked but he was going to make her do it anyway and he only needed to raise his eyebrows to remind her of what that video could do to her and her reputation, her life ruined - just ruined! - because of one sexual experience that she'd not even wanted and had gotten wildly, so very much so, out of hand.

"Do it."

She tried not to think and yet her breath still caught in her throat, turning her back to him so that she did not have to look him in the eye as she climbed up cautiously on the table next to the robot. How on earth did he think this was going to work? Robin cast him a quick look just to make sure that he wasn't recording them or something equally dirty, as she most certainly wouldn't have put it past him to engage in further blackmail. Her daisy dukes cupped her buttocks, drawn firm as she squatted, pushing up onto her toes and tipping forward for balance, fingers on the table. She took a deep breath, fingering the hem of those shorts, although there really wasn't all that much fabric there to begin with. Could she get away with just squatting down over her face? Would that be okay?

But Jim pushed her on, demanding more as he feverishly pointed to the robot, eyes crazed with something that had her shrinking back, eyes wide with a fear that came from the mere need for self-preservation. She had to last through it, had to do it, had to make sure that recording never saw the light of day. The metal of the table warmed to the heat of her body as she hesitated there, squirming, flinching away from what little light there was, the jagged beam of the torchlight illuminating those robotic lips, her target.

"Now!"

Squeaking, she yanked down her daisy dukes before she lost her nerves, fumbling and pressing her bare pussy down over Selene XOXO's mouth as her buttocks jiggled. The flesh there vibrated and she made to yank herself away, her job done, but what tickled her down there sent a chill down her spine.

A kiss. She felt the robot kissing her. Her breath caught in her throat and she knelt up, scrambling, but not before something licked her too, a flicking tongue playing across her clit and pussy, the sheen of her juices lingering there seemingly luring the being on.

Even Jim, however, had to step back in horror, clutching his bag and that journal to his chest as if he feared that it would have all been better if he'd never found it to begin with. Selene XOXO sat up with a creepy smile, lips moving with a little creak - maybe she needed some oil? He hadn't thought to bring that though as Robin squirmed her shorts back into place, the Android turning her head from one side to the other, dust spotting her 'skull'.

"I see my services are required."

She spoke slowly, robotically, clearly pronouncing each and every word as she perched on the edge of the table, low enough to count as a bench. Her long legs drew the eye, perfectly shaped and yet still perfectly functional for her robotic form, completely ignoring Jim and staring at Robin as she did her very best to hide behind Jim. She could have, however, chosen a bulkier object behind which to hide, for her booty and breasts stuck out as she tried to cling to him without actually touching him. Jim, to his credit, did not ogle, for once.

"Selene XOXO," Jim breathed, eyes alight. "I-it's an honour to -"

"Quiet, male."

That shut him up and Selene XOXO showed no emotion at all as she sat there, feet flat on the ground, her lifeless stare fixed on Robin.

"Come here, woman."

Robin squeaked but Jim shoved her in the small of the back, egging her on.

"Go! Do it!"

And, so, she sat on the robot's lap, legs swinging as she tucked up fearfully, eyes wide and staring, trying to look for an escape that wasn't there. It couldn't be real, not real, not really, really, really real. Selene XOXO looked over Robin, seeming to take all of her in, her hands sliding down Robin's arms to the crooks of her elbows, holding her precariously perched there even though the robot would not allow her to fall. No... She had other things in mind for Robin and Jim himself would come to regret just what the robot had in store, all in line with her programming.

"On re-activation, I have a tale to regale. You will listen."

Held there, all Robin could do was squeak and shake her head, not wanting to hear and yet being required to do so anyway.

"I am the first creation of artificial intelligence from the second world war. I was ahead of my time, created by great creator Hiram McNutt. I am the first of an unstoppable army of robots, to destroy the Axis Powers of Nazi Germany, Japan, and Italy."

Gulping, Jim could barely contain himself, eyes as wide as saucers. It didn't help him any at all, of course, that Robin was poised there, shivering and jiggling, her breasts vibrating with the terror of being held there, although Selene XOXO's hands were gentle on her, merely placing her.

"Wow..."

She did not pause, continuing straight on into her tale.

"He did not foresee that I would develop human emotions and desires, however. Hiram McNutt saw that I grew to believe that men are too warlike, wanton for blood and no more than that. Men are only needed for breeding."

Robin gasped.

"No! That's not fair!"

But Selene XOXO continued on as if she had not even heard her.

"Men will be the cause of the extinction of the h-human race," she said, something juddering in her as she told her story. "The only way to save the human race is to save all females and use men for their semen. They have no other use."

"Errr, excuse me?"

Timidly, Jim McNutt raised his hand as if he was back in class.

"My great-grandfather was the one that created you... I'm pretty smart too..."

But he was trying to impress the wrong being as Selene XOXO turned her cheek to him, forgetting that his little speech had even existed. What did she care for the loudness of one shrieking male when she found females, human females, so much more pleasing to the eye. They were greater than males, more desirable than males. And yet human women were still the equivalent of cattle to her. That had not been noted in the journal, of course, for Hiram McNutt's research had not progressed that far before...

Selene spoke dispassionately for the subject matter, a metallic twang thrumming through her tone even as Jim's breathing shortened, one hand (just the one) curling slowly into a loose fist. He wasn't the confrontational type.

"Hiram McNutt programmed a kill code into me to shut down Selene XOXO for good but he left a key to reactivate me. This came after I injured him, fatally."

Jim stiffened.

"You killed my great-grandfather."

As always, she did not respond, but he could fill in the gaps in the rest of the story. His great-grandfather had done all that he could but he had not been able to escape with his life. The US Military had shut down the Robot Army operation after the fact, for nothing further had come of it and so the warehouse had resided. Thinking it empty and the proceedings within nothing of significance anyway, it had not been destroyed, only emptied. But Selene XOXO had remained, inert in suspension, drifting and waiting to be awakened.