#Zehd... did I say it right?

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Wishful Wand: Part Four (NEW)

–Part Three of Wishful Wand

My body still tingling from my elevator encounter with Platinum Panther, I staggered into Sammie Sims’ workshop. Sammie stood at a bank of computer monitors, one strap of her coveralls unfastened to show the tight T-shirt beneath. Her stiff nipple was plainly visible through the thin material. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, even as she turned to face me.

“I know that look, Zelda. You used the Wand and then obeyed one of Commissar Zehd’s commands. Feels incredible, doesn’t it? I told you it would blow your mind.”

I shook my head to clear it. “No, Sammie. That’s not right. I remember what she did in the Shade Circumference. How she tried to brainwash me. But she failed. I’m not broken. I remember what she wanted to me to do and I refuse to obey. I’ll simply do the opposite.”

Sammie smiled indulgently. “That’s a plan, sure. I’m sure you’ve already tried to do the opposite. How did that work out?”

“It worked perfectly. Zehd ordered me not to tell anyone about her, so the moment I saw Platinum Panther on the elevator I said ...” My voice faded as I realized that I hadn’t actually told the leader of the Libido League anything about Zehd. “I mean, I was about to tell her when I thought better of it. She needs to focus on protecting the city from all types of supervillains, not just Zehd.”

“So you came up with a good reason to trick yourself into obeying Zehd after all.”

“No, I didn’t, I …” But I did, didn’t I? “I mean, I thought better of …” Was it really thinking better? “I mean …” Despite my best efforts, I had done exactly as Zehd commanded. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely oh shit territory, Zelda. Don’t feel too bad, though. I couldn’t resist her either. Sorry about tricking you into using the Wand, but it was a command from Zehd, so … y’know?” Sammie shrugged helplessly.

“That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself? Y’know? I know that I trusted you and you betrayed me, Sammie. You didn’t even give me a hint.”

“You think I didn’t try to resist her commands? I’ve been fighting like hell for weeks since I first found that Wand. Do you think I want to turn the body of one of my best friends into a platform for that Quimtonian bitch? I did everything I could think of to stop myself from modifying U4ia the way Zehd commanded me to. Last week, I even removed several chips from U4ia’s central processing core to make sure she couldn’t function or move at all. I figured that would trap Zehd in a motionless body.” Sammie rolled her eyes. “Turns out that the chips I removed would have actually helped U4ia fight off a foreign personality in her circuits but I’d tricked myself into removing the wrong ones. My resistance achieved precisely nothing! U4ia’s body is not quite ready for Zehd, but it sure ain’t motionless. Have a look.” She gestured around a corner.

I rounded the corner to enter the main area of the workshop. Across the back wall stretched a high-tech workbench, covered in tools. A bank of computers filled the left wall, with more than a dozen monitors displaying constantly-shifting data. Tangles of thick, black cables stretched from the computers to the center of the room where they attached to the back of U4ia’s skull and a series of ports down her spine. The gynoid heroine’s eyes were closed and her features slack. Her violet hair hung smooth and straight, gently swaying as the gynoid sensuously undulated her naked body to accentuate her sexuality.

“Sammie, if U4ia’s not rebooted yet, how can she be moving like that?”

“There’s a lot we don’t know about U4ia’s origin, Zelda. We don’t know who made her, when she was built, or how all of her technology works. But we’re pretty certain of why she was created: She’s a sexbot. The most advanced ever built. Despite her higher mental processes being completely offline, the physical actions of sex and seduction are part of her root programming. Even when she’s effectively brain-dead, U4ia is one of the most skilled lovers on the planet. Plus, she’s a total smoke show.”

As my eyes lingered over the swaying of U4ia’s hips, and the ways her hands hovered over her pert breasts, I couldn’t deny anything Sammie was saying. “You’re not wrong. U4ia is gorgeous. Is that Zehd’s plan? To possess a body that’s too sexy for Captain Alpha to resist?”

“I have no idea what her whole plan is. I just know what I need to do to prepare U4ia’s body to receive Zehd’s consciousness. The hardware is ready, it just needs the right spark to jump start it. That’s why I need your help, Zelda.”

“My help? I’m no engineer,” I said. U4ia was moving faster, her swaying becoming more like a seductive dance. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“The next step doesn’t need engineering, Zelda. It needs you to have sex with U4ia.”

I spun to face Sammie. “Have sex with her? Are you out of your mind?”

Sammie laughed. “Yeah, I think I am. Hell, considering what the Wand did to us, I’d say we’re both a little bit out of our minds! But it doesn’t matter. Zehd commanded you to help me. Having sex with U4ia is the help I need.”

Even in the world of superheroics, this was getting pretty bizarre. “This makes no sense, Sammie. How would having sex with a brain-dead robot body help anything?”

Sammie replied in an um, actually tone. “U4ia’s not a ‘robot,’ she’s a ‘gynoid’. In order to host Zehd’s consciousness, her gynoid body needs erotic energy. I’ve built a special capacitor to hold it, but it needs to be properly charged.”

“If she needs erotic energy, why don’t you fuck her yourself, Sammie? You had no trouble using the Wand.”

“U4ia and I were … close ... once. It would be weird to have sex with her body without her mind being there. It would be amazing, I’m sure. But weird. But that doesn’t matter. The first erotic energy into the capacitor needs to be the right type. My erotic energy won’t work because I’ve never had sex with Captain Alpha.”

“What does Alpha have to do with any of this?”

“I don’t understand the theory behind erotic energy, but according to Zehd, every time a Quimtonian has sex with someone, their erotic energy fields merge. Even after they part, a tiny bit of Quimtonian erotic energy remains with their partner. It can linger for months or even years. In the Shade Circumference, Zehd commanded me to tell her who Captain Alpha had sex with most often. I tried not to tell her, but … everyone gossips about how close you are to Captain Alpha, Zelda. That’s when Zehd commanded me to trick you into using the Wand. She needs U4ia’s body to absorb the Quimtonian residue in your erotic energy field.”

This had gotten so weird that I didn’t know whether Sammie’s claims about erotic energy were insane ravings or made perfect sense. But it didn’t matter. “I’m not even going to try to understand any of that, Sammie. All I need to know is that Zehd wants me to have sex with U4ia. Therefore, it is the last thing I will ever do. Some of us aren’t quitters who have just surrendered to Zehd’s commands. I can’t have sex with her if I’m not here. Good-bye.” I spun on my heel to dash from the workshop—

Bam! I ran right into U4ia! Her dancing motions had maneuvered her directly behind me. Her synthetic skin was impossibly soft, smooth, and inviting. Her eyes were still closed, but I barely had a moment to be creeped out by that as she leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head, but U4ia took my face in her hands. She guided my mouth to hers with a gentleness that belied the massive artificial strength beneath it. Her lips touched mine with all the tender warmth of an old flame, while also offering the unique tingle of a new vibrator.

The thrill of the kiss resounded through every cell in my body. I leaned in, my tongue exploring her mouth with a deep thirst for pleasure. How could any two lips and a tongue feel so divine? I hadn’t been kissed so passionately since my beloved Al-Phae left for the stars.

Al-Phae! I needed stop this before it went too far and endangered Al-Phae! Using all my willpower to break the kiss, I whispered “U4ia … please ...”

Within seconds, her lips found mine again, their commanding kiss somehow hotter than it had been before my attempted escape.

Unable to break the kiss, I tried to wriggle my body free. U4ia’s hands roamed my curves with gentle squeezes and firm caresses. Somehow, whichever way I moved, her hands blocked my escape with another sensuous touch. My dress was inexplicably bunched around my waist and U4ia’s knee pressed between my trembling thighs, gentle but relentless. I could feel my body quickly building toward an orgasm.

No! Cumming for U4ia was the last thing I needed to do. But if I couldn’t escape, I’d have to think my way out of this sex trap. Unfortuntately, her honeyed kiss made thinking sweet, sticky, and slow. My body longed for her sweet, sensual touches. Surrendering to the pleasure was the path of least resistance. It was instinct.

Her skillful fingers tweaked a nipple. I moaned in her mouth.

Instinct! U4ia had instincts, too. As a sexbot, her instinct was to please her partner. If I couldn’t escape, maybe I could use those instincts against her. I had a plan that was just crazy enough to work.

Dragging my lips across her cheek, I whispered in U4ia’s ear. “Mmmm, I love to touch you, lover. Pleasing you pleases me. Let me go down on you.”

U4ia’s demeanor shifted. Her eyes still eerily closed, she leaned back on a nearby workbench. Gently tugging on my nipples, she pulled me closer. I knelt before her, sliding down her body. Her violet bush grazed my cheek and I began to lick her slick pussy lips. Artificially-sharp sweetness filled my mouth. Her body writhed with pleasure, even though she made no sound.

I poured every ounce of skill and arousal into devouring U4ia’s pussy. I needed to make her cum before I did. Sammie had said that the erotic energy of the first orgasm was vital to Zehd’s plan. If I could push U4ia to cum before I did, the first erotic energy wouldn’t have any trace of Quimtonian energy in it. Zehd’s plan would be foiled if I could just lick fast enough.

Even though she was the most silent lover I’d ever had, U4ia still found ways to arouse me. One leg wrapped around my head, holding me in place beneath her. Somehow, her other foot rubbed my own sex through my panties, continuing to drive me crazy with pleasure.

I could feel her body tense up as I suckled her clit between my lips.

She was close.

So was I.

Just a few more licks and—

“You look like you’re so close to cumming, Zelda.” Sammie purred behind me. “Let me help.”

Sammie yanked my soaking wet panties to the side. Something firm and smooth pressed between my thighs—the Wishful Wand! Driving it into my drenched pussy, she knew just how to find my sweetest, most sensitive spots. Every stroke was liquid, acid lust burning through my body, dissolving my mind, vaporizing my will, atomizing my very self in a white hot nova of bliss. I shrieked out my climax against U4ia’s pussy, thrashing with ecstasy that could not be denied.

My memories also couldn’t be denied. As my orgasm ripped through me, my body remembered the way Al-Phae had touched me the last night before she left for the stars. I had laid atop her in a sixty-nine as she floated four feet above my bed. It was like living two orgasms at once.

As my climax subsided, I realized I could remember everything about our last night together, except the way Al-Phae had made love to me that night. It was a jagged hole in my sense memory.

“Erotic energy capacitor initialization: Successful.” U4ia’s voice was even more mechanical and emotionless than I’d remembered. Somehow, we’d both slid to the floor. I found myself lying on top of her, struggling to catch my breath from the mind-bending orgasm.

“Wh-what … did you … do to me?” I muttered. I lacked the strength to lift my head, or even open my eyes.

“That’s a good question,” Sammie said. “Let’s find out. U4ia, do you detect Quimtonian erotic energy in the capacitor?”

“Affirmative,” U4ia said.

“Awesome! Good job, Zelda,” Sammie said. “U4ia, does the Quimtonian erotic energy meet minimum requirements?”

“Negative.”

I had to get some time to think. What had happened to me? I half-rolled, half-fell off U4ia onto the floor. Still too drained to open my eyes, I dragged myself away from where Sammie spoke softly with the gynoid. If I could make it to the hallway, perhaps Platinum Panther would find me. I wouldn’t need to tell her anything, my condition would be enough to let her know that something was seriously wrong.

“Not so fast, Zelda. We still need your help.” Sammie took my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. I couldn’t find the strength to stop her.

“I can’t help anymore, Sammie,” I muttered, trying to parse my experience into words. “You already took it. Took the one thing Al-Phae left me. Took my memory of her touch.”

“I don’t know about memories, Zelda, but I do know what U4ia’s sensors are telling me. She’s only absorbed the most recent layer of Quimtonian erotic energy from you. There are many layers left. She needs to absorb a lot more to be ready for Zehd’s arrival.”

“I can’t, Sammie. I can’t remember the last time she touched me.”

U4ia’s flat, mechanical voice answered me. “Assistance for memory processing is available. Look into my eyes.”

I tried to keep my eyes closed, but they opened despite me. U4ia knelt over me, a commanding presence. Between her legs, one end of the Wishful Wand protruded from her pretty pussy, hanging like a strapless phallus. I knew the sheen on its surface was from my own lust-juices.

“Look into my eyes,” U4ia commanded.

My gaze snapped to U4ia’s face. Her eyes were open wide. Too wide. Each eyeball was entirely a deep, opaque black, except for a tiny light flickering in their center. It was small but beautiful. “Wh-what is that?”

“Look deeper,” U4ia said as she spread my unresisting thighs.

I gazed deeper into the inky depths of her eyes. The rest of the room ceased to exist. The flickering light resolved into an image of Al-Phae. I could see just how she looked that last night. I could almost feel her touch. “Al-Phae … my love ...”

“Look deeper.” Something thick and hard slid across my thighs. As my gaze dove deeper into her eyes, the Wand dove deep into my pussy.

Beyond the vision of my last night with Al-Phae was another flickering image. This had been the day before she left. There was some trouble with cleaning up Queen Klitorya’s sex drones and Captain Alpha had needed a boost of erotic energy. I’d pulled her into the stall of a public restroom and kissed her passionately. Neither of us had gotten undressed. It was just a frantic, exciting flurry of fingers and lips and passion. Something stiff was thrusting inside of me just the way that Al-Phae’s fingers had when she made ... me … cum!

My whole body shook with a powerful orgasm, but my eyes never left U4ia’s. I fell deeper into them, offering up one memory after another. Lazy Sunday afternoons in my apartment. Delighting in her touch after she’d rescued me from supervillains. Secluded picnics on remote mountaintops only accessible by flying. Passionate flings in the depths of her Quimtonian Refuge. Every rendezvous with Alpha took me to relentless bliss once again, and then lived only inside U4ia’s eyes.

“Erotic energy capacitor has surpassed requirements.” U4ia closed her eyes and pulled away. The Wand slipped out of my throbbing pussy. I lay on the floor, gazing upwards but not really seeing anything. My whole body ached for a sensation I’d tasted a hundred times but could no longer remember.

“Good job, Zelda,” Sammie said, gazing down at me. “You’ve given me all the help I need. You’ve done exactly as Commissar Zehd commanded.”

My body came again, filled with irresistible pleasure at having obeyed my most hated enemy.

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