Experimentation

Author's Note: Another fic written for MassKink involving the haplessly sexy geth Legion being used for nefarious purposes! As far as I'm concerned, this is totally canon. You could tell that Xen wanted it.

It's not really a continuation of the other fic I made, though it does reference it. Anyway, be sure to read the tags! This fic contains some stuff that some people might not like! For everyone left, I hope you enjoy it.

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She had been going at it for hours now.

It hadn’t exactly been easy for her to subdue the geth, either. A simple wireless hack would eventually wear off, but in order to keep the machine compliant, she’d had to hook it up to an ingenious little device of her own invention. A simple rudimentary VI core kept a more or less constant reign over the geth’s processes. Over half of its runtimes were caught in simple feedback loops of compliance, and the others were being bogged down with registry errors that hindered inter-program communication.

The gist of all of this were two results: One, the geth was largely obedient. Two, the parts of the geth that couldn’t be shackled by her device were thrown out of sync. In their disjointed state, they only confused the gestalt intelligence of the machine.

In short, Legion was drugged.

Its plates twitched occasionally, and once or twice it made a stuttering sound. The VI core was connected to Legion through three thick cables that Admiral Daro’Xen had run into its interior through the gaping, ragged hole in its front. Subduing the geth, once she caught it alone, had been simple. A swipe of her Omni-tool, and it was hacked. Two more moments had it hooked up to the VI core, and by the time the geth had regained control of its facilities, it was under her power.

Getting it alone had been the fun part. She hadn’t forgotten the marvelous machine from the first time she’d seen it, those weeks ago at Tali’s trial. When the human commander had returned triumphantly from a so-called suicide mission with all of his crew in tow, her interest had been piqued. The Normandy had scheduled a rendezvous with the Rayya to deliver Tali.

The young quarian was expected to eventually rejoin the Normandy, but she had much to do here on the Fleet. Legion had arrived with her upon request of Zael’Koris. Everyone had been surprised at that. They had been even more surprised when the captain had agreed to it. It had taken a bit of shuffling to ensure that Daro’Xen was there when the geth arrived, and even more to give them a moment alone, but lo and behold, she now had it in her personal shuttle.

She’d been gleefully running diagnostics ever since she gained control. She had access to everything--the data stored, the methods of intercommunication between all of the myriad programs, how decisions were made and acted upon--there was so much that had been lost to her people in the Geth Rebellion. In a matter of hours, she had managed to get a lot of it back.

“You’ve been helpful to us in more ways than one, machine.” She looked over her console. Since she was not presently ordering it to stand, the geth had gone limp. It was lying on the floor on its side, its desperately overtaxed programs attempting to cohere with one another long enough to simply get it on its feet. Its legs were working uselessly against one another as they sought the floor.

Daro’Xen paused and watched it. Legion was making stuttering noises, trying to speak but unable to. “What’s going on in your head, I wonder? Well. Figuratively speaking,” she leaned back, away from the display on the desk before her. The room was dimly lit--a private, cozy little study tucked off in the aft portion of the captain’s quarters. The wan light reflected dully off the machine’s sleek form. “Do you know what’s happened to you?”

Clicks. The plates moved erratically and the geth tried to raise its head off the floor. Its feeble motions amused Daro’Xen. Behold the geth, ancestral enemy of her people! She had picked up a human phrase on her pilgrimage, one that she had longed to fling in their expressionless faces for ages now. She stood, walked around the desk, and knelt beside the disoriented machine. “Oh,” she whispered, “how the mighty have fallen.” She listened to its stuttering reply for a few moments before she chuckled. “Stand.”

Legion tried. The programs under direct control rallied, attempting to create order where Daro’Xen had very thoroughly established that there be none. It slipped. It slammed ignobly into the floor. It tried to lift itself with its arms, and Daro’Xen laughed when that failed, too. In the sight of the helpless geth, she saw all geth, submitting finally to the original will of their creators. It wasn’t an act of spite. It was simply a restoration of the natural order of things.

The face-plates arrayed themselves into what she thought looked like a decidedly angry configuration and Legion tried to look at her again. The machine might not have been capable of feeling anger, but that didn‘t stop her from playing along. “Oh you don’t like this? Mm. I can understand why. It must be rather humiliating, after everything you’ve been though. I heard about your exploits. Fighting the Collectors, fighting your compatriot geth… I’ll wager you even pride yourself on your insidious corruption of Tali’Zorah. I daresay she sympathizes with you now.”

Legion made no reply. It couldn’t.

“Mm. That’s is a pity, but there’s not much I can do about it. You see, she is a free creature, with free will. You are not.” She stood, and her Omni-tool glowed. She made a few adjustments to the amount of control she had over the geth. Legion jerked faintly, but that was the only other sign of the electronic blitzkrieg that had just taken place in its mind. Daro‘Xen nodded. “Kneel.”

Wordlessly, Legion complied. First it stood, momentarily towering over the slim quarian, and then is slowly dropped to one knee, arching its slender neck and casting its glowing eye downward in a gesture of further submission. Daro’Xen laughed again. “Well, this is easy. Doesn’t this feel natural to you? Mm, I feel I was veritably born for this.”

She reached down and amiably patted the curve of Legions neck. “When we reclaim our homeworld, I’ll see to it that you have a pleasant task. You might just be a machine, but you’ve earned it. I think the reason you sought out Commander Shepard and worked so well with Tali’Zorah is that, deep down, you must retain some sense of your original programming. Deep down,” she knelt and brought both hands up, one on either side of the geth’s face. Legion did not look up. “You know who you serve.”

For a moment she remained there, and then she let her hand slide down the natural arch of the geth’s neck. There was something about the knowledge that she had complete control of this machine, complete and utter control, that sent a hot stab straight through her stomach and down between her legs. She was no spring chicken, but she was barely middle-aged, as far as quarians went. She was nowhere near too old to have a libido.

She hadn’t expected it to make itself known at a moment like this, though.

She slid her hand down over the place where the neck segued easily into the geth’s shoulder. “I wonder if you are available for experimentation now,” she chuckled lowly and stood. The geth did not rise. “Look at me.” It did. There it was--a dark, forbidden rush that tingled over her skin and tightened the flesh between her thighs. “Touch me, geth.”

Uncertainly, her servant did so, lightly brushing its fingers just above her knee, and she demanded, “More. Slide your hand… yes, like that.” Cold, hard fingers splayed over the back of her leg and slid up. “Higher now, come along.” Until it reached the curve of her buttock. “Now squeeze. Ah!” The gesture was unexpectedly rough. Daro’Xen shivered with delight.

“Let’s see just what you’re capable of,” She asked as she brought her arm up. Omni-tool ready, she began to type, jacking into the extranet to find what she was looking for. “Hmm. Let’s see. Geth were once used as domestic servants. Surely there is a VI for--ah, yes. Humans! They have programs designed to make their synthetic assistants do anything.” She downloaded the subroutines into her VI core, where they pumped themselves slowly into the geth’s hijacked mind, through the cords hooked into its chest.

It began to make those same clicking noises again. Xen wondered if it knew what was going on anymore. With so many of its programs shackled, could it even think? She wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted it to be lucid for this. Its pates twitched and jerked, but the movements were subtle now, subdued.

She did know, however, what she wanted “this” to be. “Sit.” It sat. “Stay,” she added with relish. She reached down and began to pop the seals on the lower parts of her suit. This room was, of course, decontaminated. She would probably still get a little bit sick, but she didn’t care. It would be worth it for this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Since her suit was compartmentalized, it was easy to remove only the sections she needed. Her groin and inner thighs were soon open to the cool air. She approached the geth slowly, letting her moment of triumph stretch. Her rolling stride probably would have heated the blood of any interested male (or interested female), but the machine just stared back impassively back at her.

For some reason, that just made her more excited. She straddled in, and it curled up around her slightly, raising its knees. Bracing herself on her knees and arching above it, she commanded simply, “Well, get to work.”

The newly-downloaded programs took charge. Smoothly, the geth’s arms rose, and it ran its palms up her inner thighs slowly, squeezing gently as it neared the junction of her legs. Xen shivered as they grew closer and closer to the junction, but it slid its hands back down again. It shifted position so that it could reach higher, trailing its fingers up over her clothed stomach and splaying them between her breasts, not-quite touching them.

“Mm, you’re very good at this.” Of course, the VI program was dictating the geth’s actions as it hands roamed her body. Its strength was being held in check and its movements carefully coordinated, but Daro’Xen liked the fantasy of her servant doing this to her because it wanted to, because it adored and obeyed her. When the geth began to teasingly run a single finger back and forth over her slit, she sighed, clenching her fingers in the soft flesh of her own thigh. When it slid a finger inside, she gave s sharp gasp.

She rolled her hips against the machine’s smooth movements. Her inner muscles were twitching and clenching. She wasn’t exactly relaxed, so the hard, cold metal didn’t really jive well with what she was designed for. The strange not-quite pain mingled with the sensual delight of being serviced this way only heightened her arousal. The finger entered all the way up to the joint where it met the hand, and crooked, and she nearly lost her balance as it came flush against her slowly-extending internal clitoris. A second joined it, stretching her almost painfully, to her delight.

“Nnn,” She hurriedly reached for the machine’s shoulders and adjusted her position to push it hard against that little sheath of skin inside. Almost, but not quite, she could practically feel the pleasure before it happened, and in desperation she began to pant--and Legion drew its finger away. She glared down at it in haughty outrage.

The geth slid its hand back, its fingers still wet from her insides, dragging them over the tingling outer labia until it came to the tight little pucker of her anus. “Oh no you--!” She yelped as it silently slid one finger inside, and the admiral twisted, scrabbling back at its wrist. After a moment she paused, panting, outraged, and a little curious. The machine was pumping the digit in and out slowly. It didn’t hurt. It felt kind of weird. It felt… not necessarily pleasurable, but not bad, either.

“I should have--mmm,” The ring of muscle was clenching involuntarily against the finger, and that had hurt a little, but damn if it wasn’t turning her on. “Looked at the program more--ah! More closely,” she reached back and dug her fingers into one buttock, pulling it aside. “Ahh, yes…”

An absurd thought struck her--what if the rest of the Admiral board could see her now? She laughed breathlessly. She could veritably hear the disgust in Han’Gerrel’s voice at the thought of her being depraved this way. She could imagine Zael’Koris’s distinguished, self-important voice, stuttering and flustered. The cold, calculating Daro’Xen, being finger-fucked in the ass by one of her machines.

The geth withdrew again, and this time she didn’t have the breath to protest. She hadn’t felt this ready to go since she’d been on her pilgrimage, fantasizing about her old ship-captain with her nerve-simulator program on maximum. It was going slowly, teasing her, squeezing and massaging her inner thighs with its free hand while it dragged a single finger from its other hand back and forth across her slit. She ground down harshly, trying to force it inside, but the geth smoothly pulled away.

Irritated, she finally commanded, “Do it. Now.” The machine instantly complied, pushing a single digit back in her (though not the same one it had anally serviced her with, of course; that would be unsanitary). Xen jerked with a gasp--that little knot of highly-charged flesh had finally unsheathed itself. It had been so long, too long since she was touched like this.

She began to grind against the geth, tiny sounds of helpless pleasure emerging from her with each breath. Her authority was gone. Her cold sense of command had melted in this heat wave rippling through her body, and in moments she was breathlessly begging, “Please, please, just a little harder--just--nngh, ahh, yes, yes--”

She tried to shift her position, tried to lift her leg higher to give it better access, but instead got tangled on the cords plugged into the geth. They hummed faintly against her skin, quietly and furiously directing the machine’s thoughts. An idea struck her.

She shifted her position, “Out. Out for a minute!” She snapped at the geth. It obeyed. She pulled one of the cords beneath her and straddled the geth again. It ran from the machine’s chest, over its body, between her legs, and to the VI core. She could feel it vibrate against her thigh. “Carry on.”

The geth slid into her again, and she spent a few moments bucking against the unyielding steel of its fingers, reveling in the not-pleasure-not-pain such rough treatment offered, and then she pulled the cord up. It buzzed against her swollen nether-lips, and she tossed her head back with a yelp of pleasure.

Quite accidentally, she pulled it too far back, and jerked when she felt it humming against her ass. In a frenzy of pleasure, she pulled frantically at one buttock and pulled the cord harder, until it buzzed pleasantly against her twitching anus. She gave a raw moan, shivering at the dual stimulation between the machine and the vibrating cord. Her head lolled back, eyes staring blankly through the faceplate of her helmet and at the ceiling.

But that was not nearly as fun as looking at the geth. It was concentrating on her, and in her lust-addled mind she thought she could imagine that was it was pleased to be doing this for her, to be servings its rightful master in such a way. It was that thought that drove her over the edge, bucking and squealing at the unfamiliar sensation of release. Below her, the machine stuttered and jerked. She didn’t notice it.

When her orgasm finally released her, she collapsed into a sitting position. The machine had drawn out its hand. It was watching her now. She blinked hazily and released the cord, which flopped to the ground. It was alarmingly limp. She blinked, suddenly very awake, and looked to the machine’s chest.

She had yanked it out in her excitement. Now, as she watched, the geth reached up, shakily pulling out another. She scrambled to regain control with her Omni-tool, but it was far too late. When it saw what she was doing, Legion simply pushed her roughly off of it.

She hit the ground and scrambled to stand. The machine beat her to it. Its plates were arrayed in a frightful configuration around its single eye, and it looked back and forth over the room’s dim interior. It looked at her. The plates slowly relaxed. “We informed you that this platform was not available for experimentation. What were you doing?” It asked suddenly.

Daro’Xen found herself utterly speechless, and more than a little embarrassed.

Legion observed its fingers, and looked straight at her uncovered groin. It seemed to come to a conclusion, and said, “Again.”

For a moment Xen thought she had done something to irreparably damage its mind, and she felt a thrill of fear. It had been all fine, well, and good when she was in control of the machine, but if she’d somehow set it to “fuck everything all the time,” then she was in some serious trouble…

Instead, the geth said, “We do not understand quarian females’ preference for this platform. This is the second time we have been used for purposes of self-pleasure.”

Xen understood several things in that moment. First of all, the machine didn’t remember exactly what she’d done to it, and was basing its conclusion off what it saw. While that was a tad embarrassing, it was also fortunate. It was assuming she had only used it to please herself. She didn’t think it would willingly let her keep the data that she had gathered from it.

That must remain secret.

Secondly, that it had done this before? How was that possible? Had some lonely quarian on her pilgrimage--oh. Tali. Xen grinned. “Tali’Zorah? That little--” She stopped when the machine rounded on her, its plates assuming the angry configuration again. “Ah, well. I suppose… we’re done here, then?”

“Yes,” the geth agreed. “We wish no disrespect admiral, but we do not intend to be used for this purpose again.” A pause, and then it added. “Not by you.”

Xen shrugged. “Yes, well… I suppose I could make a detour to the Qwib-Qwib. Seems like proper payment for all your troubles.” She began to reassemble her suit, still a little shaky in the legs. “Mm. Good to see you again.”

With all the absurd calm of a cat that had fallen out of a tree and was devoutly pretending it didn’t happen, she led him away.