Re:construct

by Natalie Hunter

  "It is as I said. We have always had too many women here, Curtis. There were only a few men on the estate's grounds the day the invasion came, but plenty of ladies... and as time went on, well, so few of us were blessed with sons. I had to marry a much older man - kind, of course, but deceased, now, just because he was the only one of noble stock who I wasn't related to. And I had to fight off a dozen cousins and sisters just to get him... I'm quite sure he fathered half of the serving girls' bastards, too, but what can one do..."

  "Yes, but, you want me to move there and what, be your stud or something?"

  "Oh, we can offer you so much, just in return for some fresh blood... I am no longer able to have children myself, but I have five lovely daughters, and, well, I have needs, too... and I can assure you, we would treat you far better than whatever savages from Brightvale you were planning to give your seed to... I don't know what you're imagining the people in those compounds to be like, but, well, do you really hold out much hope? Raised in captivity to do nothing but breed? Yes, I'm sure they'll be most captivating specimens... Here, on the other hand, well, we have all been very well looked after, and can offer you all of the benefits of refined feminine company. Your children would be of much better quality, and of course, they'd be raised in a family environment, with access to all of the knowledge, information and resources that can help build them into fine people, to continue the Warren lineage, to give this world a new generation of proper, well balanced people..."

  Was she really trying to seduce him by giving him this weird eugenics talk? He didn't really know what to say, so he sat back in his chair, just waiting to see where she was going with this. He wasn't tempted in the least. Admittedly, if he'd run into this family of fancy women, desperate for a man, the very first day that he'd left Sanctuary, he probably would have thought he'd arrived in heaven, and been more than willing to live out his days in luxury with his harem of posh, refined beauties taking care of him and raising his children. But today, no, it held no intrinsic merit. He'd be bored of a life like that, rattling around a mansion all day with only books and girls who had never ventured beyond the mansion's grounds to keep him company. And he couldn't forget what he knew about the Aerquan. He couldn't choose pampered comfort over getting justice, not with what he knew. The sex wasn't even that much of a draw, curious though he was to imagine how freaky these rich ladies might be when it came to that. He had sex on tap, any kind of sex with any flavor of woman, and he didn't mind at all that only one of them was actually a fully-fledged human now that he was used to it. If the women from Brightvale weren't to his taste, well, then he just wouldn't fuck them - they'd be bringing men with them too so the repopulation efforts would go on whether half of the next generation bore his genetic material or not. And he already had one kid on the way, quarter alien and blue though it would probably be.

  "So, shall I take it from your lack of response that you need more to think about?" the countess asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

  He looked at the screen mutely, realizing that she had now crossed her legs in a flamboyant way that had revealed the tops of her thighs under the ruffles of the full skirt of her gown, which was now gathered in her lap. She was wearing pale pink lingerie and a garter belt with sparkly clips holding up the tops of the stockings.

  "I think you'd like to see more, wouldn't you?" she said, smiling smugly, and taking a deep gulp of her wine, draining the glass, looking into the camera more blearily than before with a seductive pout as she refilled her glass from the bottle beside it, sloshing a little onto the table where she wasn't watching what she was doing.

  It was all rather clumsy, and yet, somehow he couldn't look away. He couldn't even decide if it was turning him on or not. She did look good, and there was something hot about having some rich lady make a play for him in this way, but it was also kind of bizarre and desperate. She had either been isolated from other people for too long to realize that men weren't actually persuaded to do whatever one wanted just on the faint promise of sex, or she'd realized that all things considered, he really didn't have to take the Warren family into consideration at all in his decisions, and this was her last ditch effort to offer him anything that might change his mind and lure him to give up his ideas about Brightvale.

  Well, if she wants to put on a bit of a show for me, I suppose it'd be rude not to let her... She looks like she's enjoying this. Maybe this is what she really wants, deep down. A bit of male attention. I think I can manage that.

  "I should tell you now, I am... most unlikely to accept your proposal, Gwen. But, if you want to try your best to convince me, then... well, I'll listen. And, I guess, watch?"

  "Why don't you have a drink with me, Curtis? We should unwind a little while we get to know each other better..."

  Actually, that was a nice idea. It sounded quite appealing to enjoy a nice glass of something while he watched her do... whatever it was she was going to do. Dora the sex robot always brought him a drink to have while she put on one of her little shows for him, after all. He had found he had a bit of a kink for watching women he couldn't touch sometimes, probably the result of all those times Fliss and Sophie had tied him up. It wasn't frustrating when he knew he could fuck anybody he wanted afterwards. It was just hot.

  "Uh, yeah, that sounds like a good idea, I'll be right back," he said, before dashing out to the reception desk and asking Kylie to get him a bottle of bourbon, a glass and some ice from the hotel bar. He didn't care if she noticed his semi-hard cock bulging in his pants.

  Was it wrong to humor her like this? He was sure it was fine. She seemed to be even more into it than he was, and he'd already told her he was unlikely to be swayed by anything she might do on camera to try and enthrall him. It was just as well that he'd made the decision to go along with it and watch, because when he re-entered the conference room it seemed the countess had already started to make herself more comfortable...

  Chapter 11

  In the time he had been getting his drink, Gwen had quickly touched up her make-up to look a little more vampy, surprisingly, she hadn't done a bad job, in spite of how much she'd apparently been drinking, and Curtis actually rather liked the dark, smoky eyes and slutty red, glossy lips on her - her haughty demeanor was still there, lending her a kind of glamor. The fact she'd gone to the effort of doing that set the tone. He could tell that she wanted to look more provocative than usual just for him – more wanton.

  With the camera giving Curtis a great view, Gwendolene got up onto her knees on the large, plush armchair she'd been talking to him from and ran her hands up the front of her thighs, pulling her flouncy dress up her stockinged legs as she did, stopping with the hemline just below her pussy. The gleam in her eyes said that she was excited, perhaps doing something risque that she had only ever fantasized about before, before she had learned, from Warren family android treasure hunters passing through the city now named Newtown, that there was a fresh, young human man out there.

  “Do you like my legs? Do you want me to go higher?” she asked Curtis.

  He said nothing, but gave an encouraging half-smile as he sipped the ice cold bourbon from his glass.

  She turned around to place herself on all fours on the seat of the lavish chair, her ass barely covered by the hitched up skirts of her dress. She reached back and pulled her dress up slowly, revealing her pink panties, which were already clinging to her where she had been wet ever since she had felt the conversation drifting from matters of politics and warfare to matters of the needs of the Warren women.

  She reached a hand between her legs and gently ran her index finger up and down the slit of her pussy through her panties, gasping theatrically, though there was a sincerity to the sounds she was making and the way she rocked her hips back against the pressure of her own hand that told him it wasn't all for show.

  “You know, I'd love to tease you more, but I am so wet for you right now, I think I'm going to have to take this off…” she said to the camera, after turning ba
ck to face it, kneeling on the chair once again.

  She unlaced the bodice of her sleeveless, strapless gown at the front, slowly, drawing his eye to her big breasts, which had been so tightly restrained by the ballgown's corset style that that they'd been hard not to look at even before the video conference had taken this unexpected turn into striptease territory. With the bodice part finally off, she pulled the skirts of her dress further up, letting them slide sensuously over her skin until she could remove it over her head. Now she was kneeling on the armchair in front of her camera, wearing only her strapless pink bra and her matching panties, stockings and that sparkly, overly ornate garter belt he had caught a glimpse of earlier. She ran one hand over her breasts through her bra and slipped the other one into her panties, panting breathlessly for the camera. Inside her underwear, she slid a finger over her pussy, which was unbelievably slick and would glisten beautifully when she showed it to Curtis.

  “My nipples are so hard for you right now,” she said, shamelessly, “do you want to see?”

  She was looking expectantly into the camera now, her eyes focused as well as could be expected on what still seemed like a spot just above his head. He took another languid sip of his drink. He was fully hard now, but he had no intention of doing anything about it while she was watching. He was happy for her to get off from acting this way in front of him, but he felt like if he reciprocated and showed her just how much watching her was working for him by stroking his cock for her now, she might get the wrong idea, and think there was to be something between them. That whatever desperate effort this may be to convince him to abandon his plans and agree to her offer of becoming the Warren family's new stud had worked. It would make it more awkward when, when this scene she was putting on was over, he'd have to tell her his answer hadn't changed. But, he enjoyed the feeling of mounting arousal and anticipation in his body, and he wondered exactly which of his many options he'd use to relieve the pressure later. He'd never fucked Kylie before, and she was just down the hallway...

  “Yes Gwendolene, I do want to see.”

  She unhooked her bra and let it fall off of her body and onto the floor, straightening back up to give a full view of her full naked breasts, and, as promised, her stiff nipples.

  “I bet you wish you could suck these right now, don't you? I know I wish you could. I want your hot mouth on my body…”

  She squeezed her bare breasts firmly with both hands, then pinched her nipples hard.

  “Yeah, that feels good. I want you to do that while you fuck me,” she panted.

  She looped both of her thumbs under the waistband of her panties at the hip, and slid them down her thighs to her knees, still kneeling.

  She moved and sat back in the chair, leaning right back into it with her pussy facing the camera and stretched up her long legs, giving the first full view of her shiny wet lips as she pulled her panties off over her feet and dropped them on the floor next to her. She spread her legs wide apart, bent at the knee, hooking them over the arms of the chair, and used her right hand to part her lips, giving a full, pornographic view of herself to the camera. She slapped herself gently a couple of times, gasping to imply a shock of pleasure as her hand hit her clit. She dipped one finger inside herself, then two, then three, plunging in and out and coating her fingers in her juices.

  “Oh God, I need to come. Watch my face while I make myself come for you, Curtis,” she moaned, looking between her own legs at the camera, before biting down in intense concentration on her plump, glossy lower lip as she started to rub in the slowest circles she could stand on her throbbing clit.

  She rocked her hips gently and grabbed sensuously at her left breast with her free hand, always making sure she kept eye contact with the camera. Curtis, watching, got the sense that she had been trying to tease herself and prolong the experience with the slow way she'd been touching herself at first, but she began to lose control and rub herself harder and faster, bucking her hips wildly and moaning louder, until she was almost screaming. Her body was shuddering and her hand shook as she slapped and pinched at her nipple more frantically.

  In just a second, she came, possibly the most intense climax Curtis, who'd watched a lot of porn and a lot of improvised sex shows put on by pleasure robots, had ever seen a woman have on her own with just her hands. Her body trembled as she brought her wet hand up to her mouth and licked and sucked her fingers clean for the camera to see.

  After a few moments, she changed position to sit more naturally on the chair, though she was still naked aside from her garter belt and stockings. She looked flushed, with her golden hair disheveled and her lipstick smudged where she'd been biting and licking her lips.

  “I hope you enjoyed that,” she said breathlessly, smiling at his image on the monitor below her camera, where she would have seen him giving an appreciative raise of his glass and a nod.

  “And I hope it gave you some ideas about what life could be like for you, every day, if you gave up that dreary old city full of androids and came to our lovely estate instead…”

  But he just shook his head apologetically.

  Chapter 12

  "I still can't believe she thought she could get you to leave us behind - and all of those poor people in Brightvale - just by flashing her pussy at you," Madeleine said, knocking back a glass of the same bottle of bourbon Curtis had had in the eventful meeting.

  "Well, I mean, I did pretty much tell her it wasn't going to happen - I think she was just into doing something like that anyway. I doubt there's much excitement at their 'estate', to be honest. Not a lot of men, and it seems androids like Featherby probably aren't really programmed to use their special protocols..."

  "You weren't actually tempted, then? Not at all?" she asked, looking uncharacteristically needy for a moment, in the warm lamplight of the living room of Curtis' suite.

  "Ha! You're not getting jealous on me now, are you?"

  "Well, I mean, I never get jealous when it's an android or a 19 year old half-alien girl, but... you know, I'm the older woman in your inner circle, aren't I? I don't really want some rich lady coming along and taking my place!"

  He couldn't really tell if she was teasing him or if she really was insecure about the incident with him and Gwen.

  "Oh, no, no, I mean, she's not really right in the head... and anyway, she doesn't have a mecha," he said, lightheartedly.

  "She does have planes though," Madeleine said, thoughtfully, though her tone suggested this was a change of topic, and her liquor enhanced thinking had moved away from any possible bitching about Gwen, and back to what they had originally been discussing - the storm on Brightvale that was still very much on.

  "Yeah, but I think we should forget it - for now at least. She didn't want to agree to sending her family in with planes, and I can kind of see where she's coming from. She doesn't have anything to gain from it, and we're already forcing them to change how they live and be on their guard by breaking her great-uncle whoever's treaty with the aliens. We have everything we need to make the Brightvale assault work, anyway - the planes would just have been a nice thing to have. And we can look into scoring or building our own planes and learning to fly once this is done. I think we should just leave things as they are with Gwen. She was gracious enough about it, and she said I can contact her any time, but I think she meant if I want to have another, uh, private chat, shall we say, or if I change my mind about going there to fuck her and all of her weird relatives. If I keep pushing her about allying with us in battle, she might turn on us or cut us off altogether, and you never know, there may be some other thing the Warren family might be useful for in the future that they may be more open to."

  "I know you're right, but... planes. I'd love to go up in one, wouldn't you?"

  "Well, even if they helped us, we wouldn't be in the planes - Lena would be heartbroken if we didn't use the mechas!"

  "Oh, yeah, I'm sure the mechas are way more fun anyway. But we'll definitely fly one day."

  "O
f course. I'm going to ask Osiris about simulators and so on straight away when we get back from Brightvale."

  The conversation would be the last one where they'd be consuming any liquor until after the attack, given that the following night was Friday night, and they'd be making their final preparations. It was nice, Curtis thought, though, having one of their frequent quiet evenings together with a bottle, and this time actually talking about the future rather than getting down about Sanctuary. The imminence of the attack had made them both feel a lot more like they were doing something, after months of it feeling so far away, and the nightmare of Sanctuary feeling like it was constantly sucking at their energies.

  "So, last day tomorrow... after that Newtown's going to be full of people. Kind of feels like the end of an era," Madeleine said, as if reading his mood, and agreeing that there was no more of use to be said about planes or battle plans or unexpected aristocrats.

  "Yeah, it really does. So, how do you want to celebrate?" he asked, with a sly smile.

  "I was thinking, maybe we should get out of the hotel, for a change - you know, just a little walk to the park around the corner - while there are still no people around..." she replied, with a cheeky smile.

  They wandered slowly in the dark, Curtis holding her hand. Madeleine was only wearing a short white cotton skirt and a little pink tank top, as it had been a spontaneous suggestion when she'd made it, and she hadn't really thought about what the temperature would be like outside of the warmth of the hotel. But now the night air gave a slight chill, and she felt herself shivering slightly around her shoulders in spite of her state of general arousal.If there was one thing Curtis had discovered about Madeleine - and she had discovered about herself since leaving Sanctuary, it was that she really loved fucking outdoors, under the open sky. He figured she must be worried that when there would be more humans around, she wouldn't be able to do what she wanted in that respect, but honestly, he just thought it would be even more exciting if there was also the risk of getting caught by someone other than an android.