Six Strings: Rest in the Beat

[RoxxyRobofox]

Part One

The neon lights of Skull City filtered in through the barred windows standing between the old robotics workshop and the harsh night beyond. Shadows stretched out from every object in the ruined room, repelled away from a burning candle sitting atop an old stool. The only area the candle's light seemed to touch was the splintering wooden table and atop that rested Jammer's naked, ruined body. A pair of boxers gave her the bare minimum of decency, but her exposed figure was on full display. Her right and left arms were weathered to the metal frame and wiring. A hole blown through her cleavage allowed a view of her antique internal systems. Loose bandaging around her midsection was clearly holding back circuitry and wiring from simply spilling out. Her open eyes stared towards the dark ceiling; the violet glow that would indicate that she was on absent within them.

Sitting next to the candle and clutching a pair of tools in either hand was a man in a dusty brown leather biker's coat. Jeans hugged his hip and short brown hair hung in his blue eyes. The tips of his tools danced through her broken parts, occasionally eliciting a purple electrical discharge when he reconnected a wire or inserted a circuit into place. His fingers were covered in small singes he'd received from working for what seemed like days. Weary from no sleep, he slipped a circuit into place inside of an open panel in the android's chest. With a sudden spark her metal parts twitched and flicked, buzzing sharply as her eyes came on in a sudden flare of purple.

“Unit online. Identification: Jammer. Series unknown. Booting personality programs and operating protocols.”

Her voice was still scratchy and static buzzed through slightly, but she -was- speaking, and slowly sitting up as well. Her back joints whirred dully as she moved into a sitting position, the purple glow in her eyes flickering rapidly every moment or so. The man at her side let out a slow breath and fell forward, his head slipping into her lap as his arms closed around her bandaged waist. This prompted Jammer to look down towards the sudden source of warmth resting against her. The moment she saw who it was, a smile crawled across her lips and she slipped a rusty metal palm through his short, scruffy hair.

“Encore... you really ARE alive.”

The young man responded to the sound of his name with a sleepy nod. Eyes still closed and arms around her waist, he responded in a sleepy tone. “Thanks to you. You stupid, stubborn machine.”

Jammer half-smiled at that. “If I weren't so stupid and stubborn you'd still be trapped in Death's mirror.”

Encore let out a sleepy yawn and pushed his face deeper into Jammer's thighs. Thankfully the synthetic flesh there was still warm and inviting, unlike much of her torso. “I told you only humans can play the song of hope. Your body was almost torn apart just trying to do it.”

Looking down at herself and tilting her head, Jammer raised a thin eyebrow. “You trying to say I'm a piece of junk?” Encore finally managed to find the strength to sit back up and with a cocky grin he responded.

“No. You're a bunch of pieces of junk, and they're all held together by duct tape and happy thoughts. And that was before you went to Abandon and decided to challenge one of the overlords of Skull City.”

Jammer turned herself to face Encore. The rickety old table under her creaked in protest as she moved herself forward slowly; servos keening in the dark workshop as her lithe body straddled his lap. “Just a pile of spare parts and well wishes, am I?” She slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rolled her hips so he could feel the heat in between her legs grind against him. Encore's hands slipped around her bandaged sides and made their way down to rest on her pert backside.

“Jammer...”

The android quieted him with a kiss. Her eyes closed as she pressed in close, small breasts meshing against his chest as systems inside of her ruined body hummed alive. “Hush, babe. I saved the day... now let me get the boy.” Encore couldn't argue back. He wasn't able to speak while his lips were locked, unlike Jammer. As they kissed, Jammer gripped his jacket and started to pull it off of him. Encore's breathing deepened as he slipped one arm loose, then the other. A moment later his hands were gripping at the boxers covering Jammer's hips. Her hip servos sounded out noisily as she rose up to allow him to slide them off of her.

Breaking the kiss, she slipped off of his lap, depriving him of her warmth and exposing the tent that had started to stir up in his jeans. She gripped his waistline and with a single yank, deprived him of his shorts and pants. By now, he was panting slightly, his eyes on the junkyard android undressing him.

He took in a sharp breath, then he spoke. “Geez Jams, you're eager...”

“Fuck right I am... you were lost for three years. Why aren't you MORE eager?”

“I am! Shit, I've been working for thirty hours just to get you back online.”

The sudden feeling of synthetic lips wrapping around his shaft forced some energy into Encore's aching body. Jammer's purple eye-lights were on his as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He listened to the even rhythm her servos made and rested a hand on her head as she pleasured him, her tongue lapping from the base to the tip, swirling in a lazy sidewinder motion along his undershaft. Fighting back a stiff moan, he curled his toes and watched her work, hungry for her body.

Again and again, her head bobbed while Encore rested a hand atop it. His member slid down her tight, deep throat-sleeve, heat and the vibration of inteernal parts washing over his cock in waves. The delicate sensors in her tongue could detect his pulse quickening, feel his shaft's muscles tighten as he got ready to cum... at the last moment she pulled off his cock, leaving him slick, throbbing and aching. Encore swore under his breath as she climbed atop him again, spreading her legs as she lowered her slit atop his rock-hard shaft.

He could hear every part of her mechanical body working as he sunk into her. The heat coming from inside her artificial pussy elicited a gasp from him and as his hips reflexively bucked to push deeper into her. Jammer smirked as she detected her body reacting, pussy clenching him, tight and ready. The lubricated sleeve milked his dick with steady squeezes that were timed perfectly with her sultry cadence. Her lips parted as a soft groan played from her throat.

The two of them ground into one another as a cacophony of pleasured sighs and mechanical parts working all joining in unison filled the workshop and echoed off the walls. As she sped up, the slick sound of lube running from her sex and coating his cock could be heard. A brief spark from the hole in her chest lit up the dark around them in a flash of purple. She grit her teeth and buried her head in his neck as smoke gently wafted off her back. Overwhelmed by the feeling of her breasts pressed in against his chest and the tight, inviting feeling of Jammer's pussy milking his shaft, Encore lost himself in her, cumming powerfully and clutching himself close to her as he climaxed. Jammer leaned tightly into him as she hit her peak as well, her sensors detecting his climax and initiating her own in response.

Afterwards, the two of them held one another tightly. Her rusted metal arms clung to his shoulders and Encore's were wrapped around the android's waist. He could feel various spots on her body had warmed oddly... various parts that had grown uncomfortably hot due to the exertion of sex on her old systems. Thankfully, the smoke died off after a few minutes of resting. After a long moment of silence, Encore finally spoke.

“Jams... thanks for... you know.”

“Doing everything told told me to never do, in explicit terms?”

“...I changed my mind. You're a terrible android.”

She kissed his forehead. “Love you too, you stubborn dick.”



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In Manor Abandon, three figures stalked towards a golden mirror on a chain that rested on the dusty, rotting carpet of the foyer. Silhouetted by the shadows, a lithe, feminine figure reached through the glass delicately. She winced, her arm suddenly quaking as if something powerful had taken hold of it. When she withdrew her hand from the mirror she was clutching a flame that was roaring green and flickered erratically in her palm. Within it, hundreds of tormented faces swirled into a vortex until they became one.

“THAT INSOLENT MECHANICAL WHORE!” As the flame... Death... spoke, the walls of the manor quaked powerfully enough that boards came loose and dust shuddered off the walls. The feminine umbra holding the fire shook her head and waved a finger to admonish the powerful being.

“Dearest brother, do mind the tone of your voice around your siblings.”

The flame erupted off of the woman's hand and coalesced into the form of Death. His blazing fire enveloped his body and lit the room in a green glow, illuminating the other three figures briefly.

A woman in whitest robes, wearing a necklace of skulls.

A suit of red armor with black ichor dripping from the seams.

A dapper gentleman with a long face and a bowler hat, clutching a silver scale.

“Rest assured, brother Death. The Horsemen will not tolerate this insurrection.”


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It's missing something but I dunno what it is... it's driving me crazy! But I can't just NOT try and tell this story because it won't leave me alone.

[--NightBattery--]

perhaps jammer should had malfunctioned after the climax so you can give more emphasis to the eye turning off and on thing (that's evocative) and frustrate the male character a little with that, eliminating the sexual tension atmosphere so you can have a better transition to the other thing.
or maybe you could use the "pillow talk" to expose more the characters background and circumstances, dunno, maybe that's what it's itching you, looks good though.

[smalk]

Really great!

[LongTimeLurker]

I love the weirder stuff on this board, and this certainly qualifies! Fantasy elements + ASFR are always welcome.

I also saw you've got more Children of the Forge on the way - CAN NOT WAIT

[RoxxyRobofox]

I love the weirder stuff on this board, and this certainly qualifies! Fantasy elements + ASFR are always welcome.

I also saw you've got more Children of the Forge on the way - CAN NOT WAIT

Where does it say I have More CotF on the way? I haven't been working on that, but I AM putting a ton of work into a new series. Six Strings needs to cook in my head for a bit before I feel confident writing it.

[LongTimeLurker]

Where does it say I have More CotF on the way?

I was referring to your other thread - but looking at it again, you said nothing of the sort

Six Strings needs to cook in my head for a bit before I feel confident writing it.

I might give you a hard time about working on your stories, but please don't rush them

[DollSpace]

Mmmm, sequels... Jammer's battle is not yet over! I'll be supporting her all the way! It's like.. some people are "Team Skull" and some poeple are "Team Jam" or "Team Jammer" I like it.