Thread: I am Machine -WanderxCandy_demon

It was absolutely imperative that the subject She had now become Subject instead of target be secure. If the pregnancy were to be undertaken with success, J7 was required to make sure that the subject was safe and secure during the gestation period. He had to bring back the child to his masters and if he were to fail in his actions, the self destruct sequence within him would activate itself and result in his doom. Then a new and better version J8 would be sent to undertake the same task with much greater, perfection, precision and tact. However, at this juncture, it was J7 who had undertaken his task to perfection and would continue to do so. Bu J7 had just come into this civilization of homo-sapiens. Where would he take this female? He needed a specific place to keep her. He was aware of the female anatomy and that even with such immense quantities of semen, conception is not assures. He may need to repeat several such sessions in order to ensure pregnancy. Even as J7 carried the female out of the auditorium and onto the street, he knew from her vital signs that she was unconscious. But this was more due to trauma than due to actual injury. If i was due to any form of injury, she would have been rendered useless for the purpose. The entire scenario was stored within his database, recorded through the cameras which were his eyes. When he played through it on loop within his mind, J7 could see the expression upon the female face and the repeated screams. The vital signs had shown minimum libido and estrogens. Ha was a bad sign. The lack of receptive chemicals within a females body usually resulted in lack of pregnancy even within a highly fertile female such as the specimen he was carrying. J7 noted this fact and realised that next time, he might need to undertake some stimulation in order that he may have her willing consent to mate. A willing consent would ensure copious amounts of estrogens and libido and allow for greater acceptance as well as likelihood for conception. As he walked through with his subject still unconscious and slung over his should, he accessed his database for all means of sexual stimulation and gratification for females. It took him but a few moments to comprehend and memorise all those to be implemented within his motor functions for future use with the female. If he were to engage with her in repeated coitus, he had to use stimulation to allure her and make her complacent. Such a fertile female was rare and she was the first one he had come across. Even as he carried her, he could feel her swollen abdomen pressing hard against his shoulder, her long black hair which was swaying back and forth across his back. Her lips were pressed against his back, kissing them but he felt nothing. None of it mattered to him. All that mattered was his task and how he would accomplish it. He had learnt stimulation and how to keep the female pleased, but he needed someplace...someplace far from civilisation where he could keep her and repeat the process until she was pregnant. Like a silver lining of hope in the dark night, it made itself appear to him. There he saw upon the very top of eh hill an old and dilapidated house. It was tilted sideways, as if it s beams had given way and now it had tilted under the pressure. At the end, overlooking the cliff, it looked off towards the ocean with a soft breeze blowing across its weak form. Heat scans revealed no residents within the house andJ7 decided that this old house would be a suitable place to keep the subject. He carried her up the hill. The jerky path caused him to walk with a shaky gait and his movements caused the massive breasts of the subject to dangle and sway like giant bells that continue to vibrate after they had been struck. The old shack on the cliff was a structure of which all inhabitants of the town were wary. Many believe it was haunted and some believed that the beam was so weak that it would fall off and down the fifty foot fall into the deep blue ocean below. J7 considered the isolation of the structure form the rest of civilization to be ideal for his purpose. Her body functions had started their actions and J7 felt his own semen which was created after a great deal of chemical processes now slowly and steadily trickle out of her vagina . It caused his entire chest to be smudged with the white ink of masculine seed and by eh time he had reached atop the hill, he could already feel the perfectly carved flat waistline against his shoulder again. While retaining some, most of his semen had spilled out. If J7 could feel any emotions, he would feel pity at the loss. But it did not matter to him that he was now absolutely greasy and wet. Fortunately, the rusty door was open. Not that it mattered for J7 would have broken the door down if it was closed. The house was a warehouse of dirt, dust and cobwebs. The fear of the house being haunted had kept people away from the old shack and this meant the furniture was not stolen. This was good news for J7 needed at least a bed to lay the subject for the night. He could not see any in the main hall. Therefore, he ascended the stairs. While an ordinary human would have fallen down into the basement because of applying pressure on the crumbling stars at all the wrong places, J7 could see its weak spots clearly with his camera-eye and climbed carefully, without damaging anything and reached the bedroom. This door was locked. With one massive swish of the hand, he android broke open the knob and was inside the dark room. He was unaware of human ailments and without any care of hygiene, he placed her on the muddy bed and a cloud of dust emerged as soon as her body met the negligible deflated mattress. Then, J7 stood there, waiting until she woke up. He was unsure whether she would wake up until morning. But the Android did not care. He could wait for an eternity and not give up for boredom was an emotion he could not experience and he was unable to sleep like humans. Therefore, all he did was stand before the bed and wait for the subject to wakeup.