People sometimes ask me how I can enjoy role play fembots as a guy. Well my response is that I am personally not playing or pretending to be anything. My characters are their own people and i am merely a conduit through which they flow
It's like I can look into that alternate world that they inhabit and just report back on what's going on. :oBTW, there is a very interesting development relating to the theme of control at the end of the chapter. Technically Rolland has Freya under his control, but who's really pulling the strings?
I'm pointing this out because honestly I hadn't explicitly planned things to turn out that way and I really surprised myself. 
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Chapter 6
The pause was noticeable as Rolland opened the door to his dwelling and showed Freya inside. Despite all of her processing power the Sister was at a loss for words as her eyes scanned around the large single room. Immediately Freya was again reminded of that disastrous night spent with Warrant Officer Laen and her techie friends (she still didn't buy their insistence that having the real gaming consoles was somehow better than just simulating them in VR), but she soon decided that Rolland's living area was much worse as the best analogy she could think of was to that space under a lab where all the old junk was thrown. She had to give Rolland some credit, there was some furniture including a couch and table for meals, a separate bedroom and the place did appear to be vermin free. However, Rolland lacked most of the cultural touches that Freya considered curial for an enjoyable evening. There was no selection of wines, no art on the walls or discussed in coffee table books, the literature was limited to Star Wars and Terminator franchise novels (which did compliment the posters on the wall) and the set of possible meals consisted only of those that which could be microwaved.
"Wow," sad Freya, searching for something nice to say, "you sure have a lot of....stuff." She picked up a magazine on a nearby table. "Oh, Popular Robotics, how, quaint. You really take this stuff seriously don't you."
"Yeah, I'm not just one of those losers on the forum who don't know what the hell they're talking about."
At this point Freya desperately wished she could just hook Rolland up with Laen, or another one of her technically minded Sisters, but it would be years before relations between their two worlds would be established, let alone the ability to direct dial, so for now, she was on her own.
"So, why don't you show me the Extractor."
"Oh, sure, um, do you want to make yourself more comfortable?"
"Eh?" said Freya, not not sure what exactly Rolland had in mind.
"You're sweatshirt, its June, you look like you should be hot, that is if you can get hot, can you get hot?"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," replied Freya seeing as she had put on the full coverage clothing to avoid any questions about her leoarmour.
As Rolland went to roll out the Extractor from his hiding place Freya quickly too a sip from her flask and then slipped out of her sweatshit, t-shirt and jeans leaving her dressed only in her skintight blue-green metallic armour. The android didn't mind that Rolland was interested in seeing her body, in fact she would have been slightly offended had he not been drooling all over her. Sisters took great pride in their appearance, the use of their female form was envisioned in their original design as a type of soft power they could wield to disarm or manipulate their opponents. Freya anticipated that Rolland would be easily impressed with her appearance and his compliments would be appropriately gushing, so she set the bar at trying to get Rolland to faint straight away upon seeing her. As the extractor rolled into view Freya stuck a slightly provocative pose to achieve maximum impact.
"Hey Freya, you're not like all seams or something are you...WOAH!"
As Rolland lifted his head and took in what stood before him he had to grab hold of the Extractor's uprights to steady himself. A slight twinge of disappointment propagated through Freya's personalty matrix for achieving only 90% of her goal.
"Heh, you like what you see? Sorry, no seams, except on my armour."
Freya did a slow turn so that Rolland could get a full view.
"You look amazing, I mean, you look completely real?"
"Real? What else would I be, some sort of hologram?"
"Um, I'm sorry, I mean human, organic."
"Don't sweat it, I'm just being hard on you, I know you aren't up on the latest politically correct language regarding synthetic people."
Rolland was blushing, he was clearly inexperienced with this sort of situation and Freya realized she was going to need to tone things down a little to make sure Rolland felt comfortable. Freya was starting to feel very pleased with herself, she was giving a lonely isolated human the experience of a lifetime, fulfilling one of his greatest dreams no less. It wasn't exactly charity, she was getting the use of the extractor in return, but there was a fundamental altruism built into the base code of the Sisters that resulted in a holistic feeling of goodness when helping poor souls like Rolland there. Also, the multiple shots of glow were by now in full effect and Freya was starting to feel more than a little frisky. Stepping closer to Rolland she reached out, taking his hands and placing them on the side of her torso. Rolland hesitantly began to give Freya's side a little rub.
"Thanks....feels nice, smooth, sort of rubbery, but warm. What's with the leotard anyway, is this how you dress on your home...planet?"
"Actually is an advanced form of lightweight armour, it protects vital components like our power core and processors. All Sisters wear them except when in a very trusting environment."
"Armour...but how, its skintight."
"Rolland, its an advanced crystal-metallic polymer with both active and passive protections. When the suit activated it actually bonds to my skin and in essence becomes my new skin, so technically, I am naked right now," said Freya, giving Rolland a little wink.
Rolland's hands instantly froze, he looked a bit unsure of himself. Freya mentally sighed and gently took his hands and move them up to her breastmounds.
"Come on...don't be shy," said Freya, leaning in to give him a kiss.
Rolland returned the kiss lightly, but Freya could feel his hands trembling as he rubbed her breasts. The sheer organicness of this response had the odd effect of boosting the Sister's arousal level to a point were her normally hidden nipples pushed out of her smoothed over breastmounds. Freya let out a little moan and pulled Rolland closer rubbing his back and ass. For Rolland, this whole encounter was getting a bit too real. Rolland knew in his mind that Freya was a fembot, but right now, in this moment of intimacy she seemed completely human, even her smell was convincing. Instead of the extreme arousal he got when indulging in his fetish, Rolland was on the verge of panic, just as any virgin loner might be when a bombshell of a woman suddenly dropped by for sex. On the flip side Freya WAS indulging in her fetish and even tho she was not the type of bot to fuck just anything with 23 chromosomes, the glow was doing its job and all of the unpredictable responses from her organic lover were driving her absolutely wild. As Rolland became increasingly uncomfortable it took Freya more than a little while to realize that something was the matter and a little while more to realize that something was just the thing she warned herself to avoid, taking things too quickly and traumatizing Rolland.
"Rolland, are you alright?" Freya asked tenderly.
"I, don't know, I'm...sorta new at this."
"Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"
"Well, maybe you could perhaps...open a panel?"
Freya smiled, that was a harmless way to get Rolland more at ease. There was a click and a hiss as a square seam formed around her abdominal section. Freya gently lifted the thick belly plate away exposing her lower equipment bay. Rolland brightened again and gently traced the edge of the open panel with his finger before diving in to kiss the fembot with much more passion than before. Freya stumbled a step or two backwards and then eased herself onto the couch, with Rolland laying on top of her. They proceeded to make out, the increasing arousal levels making it easy for Freya to ignore Rolland's hand inside her lower body fondling her metal frame, fluid tubes and data connectors. A slit formed on the smooth surface of Freya's crotch has her pussy became accessible to all who might be interested. Suddenly Freya sat up with a loud yelp, Rolland's roving hands had found the internal polymer pouch of her pussy unit and had given it a good squeeze.
"Oh, did I do something wrong," exclaimed Rolland, quickly removing his hand.
"Oooo, you just startled me is all," moaned Freya now drunk with both arousal and glow. "Why don't you take your clothes off and give me a proper human fucking."
"Oh....all right," said Rolland hesitantly, quickly becoming nervous as he reached for his pants. He had never had never been with a woman before and he was worried what Freya might think of his equipment. He needed something to help him to get back into his element.
"Um, F-Freya...m-maybe you could, um, sort of speak in a monotone and I...could give you commands...for you to follow, like, like a robot."
Freya blinked, trying to comprehend what Rolland was asking her.
"W-what did you say?"
"You know, I could call you Freya Unit, and you could speak like a robot and I could give you commands."
"What the fuck Rolland, I'm not a machine," blurted Freya in her woozy state. "Can't you just take your clothes off and stick your cock in me?"
Freya instantly regretted what she had sad because Rolland just stood there like he had been hit with a sledge hammer, seemingly trying to decide if he should just break down crying right there or or run away first. Freya knew she had to repair the damage, and quickly.
"Wait, Rolland, please, that came out wrong. You just got me really horny. Whew....wow." She took a few deep breaths for effect then continued. "I, I think I have something that you might really enjoy."
"W-what's that?"
"Here, put my panel back in place and I'll show you."
Roland gingerly took the Freya's abs and set them back in place, intently watching the seam seal up and vanish. Freya then reached down and pressed a spot on the side of her torso which causes a touch screen panel to light up on her bodysuit.
"OOooo, so that's where your interface panel is...its part of your leotard armour suit thing."
Freya nodded and then artfully navigated to a screen labeled "Command Mode" which had a hexadecimal keypad and a box for an authorization key. Her fingers seemed to blur as she typed in the 80-digit key. On some level Freya knew what she was doing was extremely risky. This particular code didn't give Rolland complete control of her mind, but once in Command Mode it wouldn't be hard for a skilled individual to gain that level of complete control. It wasn't just the intoxication, or the arousal that made the Freya expose herself like this, but the fact of being so tantalizingly close to achieving her self described "Human vacation." Freya hadn't come all this way just to lose control now.
"My Sisters like to call this little feature Robot Mode, it's sort of an override that let's you do exactly what you just described. Just press that button marked "Enable" and I'll be subject to your every command," said Freya, giving him a little smile and a wink. "Why don't you take your clothes off and we can get started."
The smile on Rolland's face was huge, this was his greatest fantasy come true. As he turned to take his clothes off Freya turned for another swig from her flask and as she saw what was under those clothes she took a second. The only problem was that this time Freya's super-human perception had been seriously degraded by her previous consumption of intoxicant and her highly aroused state. She failed to notice that Rolland was looking at her out of the corner of his eye when she took her second drink. Of course Rolland was far too preoccupied to realize what was going on, all he cared about was getting his pants off and commanding his new sexbot. Hopping on one foot to kick the pesky shorts aside the naked Rolland bent over the relaxed Freya and pressed enable on the interface screen. Freya's body instantly went rigid, the expression on her face turning to stone, her gaze locked straight ahead.
"COMMAND MODE ACTIVATED," came the monotone voice from Freya's lips as Rolland reached down to stroke his throbbing erection. Meanwhile, deep in Freya's personality matrix the part of her mind that remained free casually connected to Rolland's wireless Internet and began to search the web for nice juicy human on human p0rn.