//Amita: The Never Ending\\

[Anonymous]

Most people would probably find the idea of being pressed against a naked man, while you yourself are also naked, extremely embarassing and sexual. However, these were the farthest things from her mind. Instead, she was staring with wide eyes at the deepening water below them. She stared up at his face with the same wide eyes as he spoke, trying to calm her frantic heart beat. She just couldn't help it...her emotions tended to come out in the extreme, and fear counted as one of them.

She meeped softly as his hand brushed the side of her breast, a confused look flickering across her features for a moment. Between the soft vibrations of his purring against her skin and the gentle, wandering hand, the experiance was deemed pleasurable.
She just didn't know what to do with it. Was he expecting something back? Was she supposed to say something, do something, in response or return?
She didn't have any experiance there so...it was hard to say...

Unsure of herself, she dipped her head a bit, a soft sigh escaping through her nose. It did feel good...
She just hoped she wasn't missing something important in all of this...

As his fingers came up before her face, she watched them curiously. She did not fear his intentions any longer, and allowed him to rub along her neck without flinching. The tingling intrigued her, mechanics processing the feeling with a desire to know.
His words brought her attention, but then he was pulling her down and that fear lept into her throat. She strained backward, but was pulled down anyway. Her body tensed for a moment, expecting to drown.
And then, the strips began to filter the water like gills, and she could...
...she could breath!
Surprised, her eyes snapped open, staring down at Kamen in disbelief as he led her downward. Her fear slowly melted away, body relaxing, and she tenatively glanced around their sudden underwater world. Her hands clung to him still however, unsure of this unstable liquid environment she was so new to.
She didn't want to loose that connection with him, to be set adrift in the cool blue waters.

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He released her from his grasp after sinking further down, and dissipated into the blue water.  Vanishing without a trace, Amita was left alone momentarily, but his thoughts could still be felt.  He was still there...somewhere.  Suddenly, but softly, masculine arms wrapped around her from behind, only this time, they seemed human like before.  Molded into that human form, he embraced her from behind, just as bare as she was.  He nuzzled into her neck with his nose as his gentle hands wrapped around her waist.  Thoughts of curiosity now, were felt as well as now somewhat intimate one.  Now he wanted to be close.  But it was a soothing closeness thus far; a strange desire to know her intimately.  The deeper they went, the darker it should get, but light was there.  A ball of light emanated in the dark depths of the soothing cool water, shining on them both with a warm glow.  He kissed her neck gently and moved very slowly for her to stay calm.

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Amita panicked as soon as she was released, suddenly without that comforting touch. He had left her! Here, in the water! She continued to sink helplessly, entirely unknowing of how to swim. She could hardly feel him, but she knew he hadn't completely left her. But that didn't ebb the panick gripping her chest like an ugly fist.

Her slender body jerked as she was grabbed from behind, it taking a few moments for her to realize it was Kamen. She quickly clung to his strong arms, trying to convey not only her fear but her anger at him for leaving her like that down here. She had to think it though, for she wasn't confident enough to even open her mouth and make those muffled sounds that water causes. The soft nuzzle into the delicate flesh of her neck sent a distinct tingle down her spine. But the closeness was comforting, despite the growing intimacy of Kamen's thoughts. She was still too naive to understand what most others would about the situation.

She stared down at the strange light illuminating the deep water. She blinked at the strange shadows to cast on her body, head tilted to the side slightly. The rings in her blue eye were spinning consistantly now, scanning and learning about all that was happening around her. The gentle kiss was unexpected, but it didn't truly startle her. She had calmed again, slender hands holding onto his strong arms for stability. She looked around her slowly, taking it all in curiously, still held comfortably against Kamen.

[Anonymous]

He sensed her anger and it amused him.  A small chuckle could be felt through the water and he smiled.  This human body was intriguing.  When he morphs, he takes on the entire DNA attributes of the subject he becomes, felling all the sensations it would.  His human body was reacting to her and he enjoyed the feeling.  Assured by her mostly calm behavior, his hands groped her breasts as he nibbled on her ear, his movements very delicate and calm.  Interesting.  What was this feeling?  Theses thoughts transferred to her openly as usual as he further explored her body.  Her naivety was cute.  This made him more excited.  He could feel her sweet mind, linked with his.  He purred against her back as he pressed warmly up to her.  This was getting fun for him.  He enjoyed experiencing the feelings of different species.

[Anonymous]

Amita's programming was just starting to crack into the reactions of Kamen's body when his hands suddenly clasped over her breasts. Both eyes widened, and it took a moment for her mechanics to decide whether to release the pleasure center of her brain, or to keep it carefully sealed off. They read into the thoughts flowing in from Kamen, realizing he was learning through all of this. Perhaps it was lust he was currently investigating, as that was what his actions pointed to.

But the programming wasn't entirely sure of letting Amita become the object of Kamen's learning. She too would learn if they released parts of her brain to this experiance, and her naivety and innocence would be lost. Her master liked those qualities in her...
The mechanics whirred softly, made a back-up copy of Amita's memory, and then released the pleasure centers of her mind.

Amita gasped akwardly under the water as sensations rippled throughout her body. Her slender, supple body writhed in the sudden pleasure, totally unprepared for it. Again, her feelings and emotions were in the extreme, everything many times more sensitive than a normal woman would be.

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Amazed by her extreme sensitivity, he used it toward his advantage.  His fingers squeezed and tugged at her nipples gently and now two more arms explored the rest of her body.  With the two new free hands, he massaged and caressed up and down her all over, looking fore her most sensitive areas of skin.  The tender emotions spiked through him and he was at a loss for words.  This was incredible.  His smile grew as his now four-armed body tantalized her, using her sensitivity to overcharge the results playfully.  He mmmed softly into her neck as his other hands groped her butt before moving on.  Even if it was a happy torture, it enticed him.  It was different than the normal agonizing torture of death.  This one was unusually pleasurable for him, being able to feel what she felt.  Now permanently bonded with her, the creature within her began to more comprehend her mechanical processes.  It idly watched as it backed up her memories.  It began to understand and attempted to communicate, asking why it did what it did and who it was doing it for.

[Anonymous]

This was the first time Amita had ever had access to this part of her brain, and the sudden wash of sexual awareness was overwhelming. Coupling that with Kamen's seductively roaming hands, and Amita was half out of her mind with sensation. Her caressed nipples quickly pulled taught, tingling in a most strange and wonderful way.
The addition of two extra hands didn't even register with Amita, but what they did most certainly affected her. Everything was increased ten fold, and her poor little body didn't know what to do with it all.

Amita bucked sharply as his fingers ran over all of her most sensitive places, her own hands clinging to his arms as best she could, muscles tight with the ecstasy. She came for the first time without even being fully aware of what was going on, her body reacting without her. Her unstable, tampered with mind seemed incapable of feeling all this and thinking at the same time, and so Amita was kept in a stupor, a living doll for Kamen's lustful examining.

The mechanics, however sentient-like they seemed, were simply running on programming and protocol, the intigrated AI unable to understand or reply to the living bit of flesh currently trying to communicate with it.

[Anonymous]

His eyes shot open, feeling her pleasure spike after the agonizing increase and he embraced her tighter.  He closed his eyes and moaned passionately into her skin.  What he felt from Amita was abnormally intense.  He knew that this girl was abnormal, but only made his curiosity grow.  That smirk crept back up on his face and he continued to tease and pleasure her body.  He wanted more results...the limit of her poor sweet body.  Smelling her scent in the water now only enticed him further and he tortured her body playfully.  His fingers firmly roamed, groped, squeezed and rubbed her all over and of course, pinched and rolled lightly on her sensitive nipples.  The other two hands invaded her below, trickling and probing around her in and out and around her bottom and inner thighs.  She was so soft and desirable.  He would have fun with this one, most definitely.  Realizing its communication was useless, it returned idol and transferred the usual thoughts naturally as it further became a part of her, blending into her mixture until it was a complete whole.

[Anonymous]

Amita was totally beyond herself, lost on a strange roll of accute pleasure and sensation that peaked higher and higher until she was lost in the clouds. She was left on her own for the first time in her life, the mechanics simply pulling back from her, like guiding hands suddenly removed.
She was unstable and lost, her mind and body unable to fully comprehend her pleasure without the assistance of that mechanical brain. She was like one half of the whole right now, missing the other half and unable to feel complete.

Instead she was attacked with sensation, his roaming, lustful hands touching all the right places of her body for the first time. Her muscles trembled, jerked, with the hot, warm, tingling sensation of building ecstasy. There was no mental cap over her body. It just reacted, and then reacted again, a second sudden orgasm exploading through her core, arching her body back, up, and away. Her red-gold eye was wide, the blue eye strangely dark and unmoving. Her mechanical side had abandoned her for those few blinding moments of pleasure and feeling, allowing both herself and Kamen to experience a strange new explosion of feeling.

And it was quickly too much for Amita. Her mechanical mind suddenly kicked back in with a whirr, and as the tingling sensation of heat and passion died away, the back-up memory was installed, effectively wiping her mind of all that had just occurred.
Amita blinked, floating, her blue eye again functioning. She knew she was in the water with Kamen, and she also knew that her memory had been erased. Where most people would find that all together frightening and horrific, Amita was used to it.
Just another occurance in her life lost, no longer important or to be remembered again.
Looking down, she suddenly realized that there were four arms holding her instead of just two. The pupil of her blue eye jerked, the rings spinning in their seperate ways yet again, and an annalysis of the extra appendages was quickly underway.

Amita was totally unaware of the pleasure she and Kamen had just experienced together.

[Anonymous]

Again the second climax shivered into Kamen's body.  Their mental link grew stronger by the minute and realized he would have to understand her eventually.  She was going to be a tough one to bond with.  His grip tightened on her passionately until the pleasure died down and he lightened up a little, caressing her skin softly after he removed his roaming fingers and put them somewhere less sexual.  And then the machine side of her interfered again.  He sighed and shook his head against her soft skin as he held her. Floating weightlessly beneath the water with her.  What Amita felt, he felt, and he too knew what it had done and he knew that Amita was used to it.  Hmm, that might be a problem.  Then again...  He smirked a little, his eyes closed, as the part of him inside Amita pulsed almost unnoticed.  The bond they shared worked both ways.  He could see into her mind and she could see into his.  And they also shared memories from now on.  And with a quick idea, Kamen loosely opened their recent memory.  Their recent experience was now bled back into Amita's mind.  That part of him acted like a second consciousness.  It would share her memories and his and since it was an entity immune and separate from the mechanical defenses, it could not be erased.  Weather or not Amita would accept it was another issue.  But he tried anyway.  Kamen kissed her cheek and then nuzzled it as he waited patiently to see her reaction.

[Anonymous]

Amita's attention was drawn from the extra limbs as foreign thoughts and emotions began to filter into her mind. She only had a moment to be bewildered by it, for then the mechanical mind practically went hay-wire in what could have been called anger, if it were not an unfeeling machine.
That memory was dictated to be unstable and unnecessary. She was not to have it.

The pain was immediate and blinding. Amita bucked, flailing, as white spots flashed across her vision. There were no thoughts the pain was so intense within her head, and she struggled to get away from it, to get free, to make it stop.
She kicked and scratched at Kamen, trying to get away, unsure of why she was being punished by her mechanical side. What was wrong, what was wrong??

Sharp electrical pusles shot down her spine and through the metal implants, effectively giving the little piece of Kamen settled there a nasty group of shocks. The machine was in control of what Amita did and did not remember. That was part of why Master had put it there in the first place. This...invader could not be allowed to start making decisions against Master's will.
And so, it made Amita writhe in pain, as that was all it could do, and that was what it was programmed to do.

[Anonymous]

Kamen held onto her, even as she flailed in pain.  He could feel this machine trying to attack him from inside her, harming her body to do so.  Even through the kicking and the scratching, Kamen held her in an attempt to calm her. He thought.  This THING would attack HER to stop HIM?  Hmmm...  Kamen didn’t seem to mind being clawed at and made to bleed.  He ignored any sensation of his own pain and focused on hers.  It wanted her alive, right?  So it would not go as far as to kill her?  Did this mean that she could survive what it was doing to her currently?  Most likely.  Kamen smirked.  Oh well.  He could feel the piece of him inside her being provoked, but he wasn’t bothered by the pain of electricity.  He had to be strong against it, otherwise how would he get his hands on his main prize in this world. Just the thought of that made him have to lick his lips.  Kamen gazed about the now discolored water, stained with his blood.  Should her continue to bother this machine?  Or should he give her peace?  

As much as he urged to see her stamina, the bond with her gave him the emotion distress that she felt.  He would not benefit this way either.  He sighed and ceased his provocation of her mind.  His third and fourth arms receded into his being and his grip loosened on her when her pain died down.  When she was fully calm again, he turned her around to face him and smiled, reaching a hand up to hold her chin.  Enough torture for now.  Time to see how she acts normally and record her results from there.  With a quick warm kiss, Kamen brought her back to t he surface.  They rose from the deep water smoothly and he just stood with her, waist deep, and gazed at her in his human form.  He set her down and brushed the wet hair from her face.  

"I apologize for the unexpected pain I caused you." He purred softly.  "I did not mean to ruin your bathing experience." He smiled kindly and looked over her body.  She was mostly clean now.  Just a few spots that needed a little scrubbing.  He then rubbed some dirt and blood from her cheek, splashing on a little more water to clean it off.  Then, being the playful creature he was, Kamen took her gloved arm and scooped some water on it and placed her palm on his cheek.  He rubbed gently and grinned at her, like it was some little game.  She also needed to get used to the motor skills in her cast arm.  Speaking of which.  "How do you like it?" he asked gently.  He caressed her arm, and then the side of her eye, and then her ports. "Does it suit you?" He then kissed her hand that he was rubbing his cheek with.

[Anonymous]

Ironically, Kamen's thoughts about the machine's intentions were false. The machine was not there to keep Amita alive. Her resilient body was relied on for that. Oh no, the machine was there to make sure Amita would always and forever follow Master's orders, even if he was not there to physically give them.

The machine would kill Amita if it was necessary to keep her 'innocent'.

Amita bucked, her muscles spasming with pain, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. Her normal eye had rolled back into her head, the blue one staring straight ahead, unblinking, unfeeling. Claws raked through Kamen's flesh, flailing, not really aiming, but just trying jerkily to get away. But pain was hindering her movement, the sharp pulses of electricity down her spine practically giving her seizures, her muscles locking up as they continued.
It could very well cause her to break her own back.

And then, without warning, the pain stopped. She slumped, her body tingling with leftover sensation, her muscles numb. It always took her awhile to readjust after an immense dose of pain...
Her pink eye was dazed as she was turned around to look at him. That blue eye was still cold and alert staring at him. She was limp in his arms, and didn't seem to have felt his kiss.
It wasn't until they broke the surface that her semi-comatose state finally faded away.

Small feet back on solid land, if not still underwater, Amita staggered as she regained a sense of her own weight. Why did she feel so heavy...?
She blinked up at him as he brushed away some of her short hair, listening to his words. She frowned. "That wasn't you, it was Master." She retorted calmly. How absurd. He hadn't caused her any pain as of yet.
She didn't understand his looking over her body, though that tan skin was perfectly visable to him, smoothly covering all her curves.
She was naive, in a sense.

She wrinkled her small nose a bit as he rubbed dirt off of her cheek, then watched as he placed her right hand against his cheek. It was so strange to have that arm a normal length and shape now...
And it felt things just like her normal arm did. So different...
"It's...new." She mumbled, warily watching as he gently touched her arm, and then the side of her covered eye.
She ducked as he touched the ports, veritably smacking her face into his stomach. Still too sensitive...
"Don't touch those."

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"Oh?" Master?  He shrugged mentally. For now he would allow her to believe that.  It was true, technically, though it was him who provoked it.  Oh well.  "I see."  New, huh?  Kamen chuckled when she ducked into him.  "All right, all right." He said softly, grabbing her cheeks to lift her head back up gently.  "I will remember to be more careful next time." As he spoke, the wounds Amita left him with began to heal almost immediately.  He looked into her eyes again.  She was beautiful for a human.  So innocent and pure as well.  He would have much fun with her.  "Does 'Master' always do this to you?" he asked warmly, letting go of her face and placing his hands on her hips.  "Where is this 'Master'?  And what are your thoughts on 'Master'?" Kamen continued, truly curious.  He wanted to know about this 'Master'.  He pulled Amita to him and held her close.

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Her head lifted, and she felt alittle dumb for having smacked her face into him like that. It only showed in a slight flush across her tan cheeks. As his wounds healed, her blue eye again swerved its attention, watching them, shuffling the data away.
It would eventually crack the code of this strange individual...
The way he said Master almost sounded like...well, like he was making fun of her.
She frowned, but answered him anyway. "Yes."

She was surprised by the sensitivity of the bare flesh of her hips as his warm hands closed over them. "I don't know where Master is." She muttered. Truthfully, she never wanted to see him again. She could care less where he was.
She half-snarled at his last inquiry.
"I hate him!"
She squeaked a bit as he pulled her against him, not having expected the abrupt movement. The bracelets on her left arm jingled as her hands splayed on his chest in an effort to keep from smacking into him. They were forced to stay there, as she could not move back from him they way he was holding her. Off-balance, she frowned up at him. "Why do you want to know about Master anyway?"

[Anonymous]

Hate him?  Hmmm...  He gazed down at her when she looked up at him while he held her against him.  "Just curious." He responded to her question calmly.  "I would not want anything bad to happen to you." He stroked up and down her back gently. "And If you feel so, I will not let Master anywhere near you." He smiled kindly.  Kamen released her then and cupped her cheek.  "Would you rather stay by my side?" he asked.  "Where I can keep you safe?" Kamen leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips again.

[Anonymous]

Amita blinked up at him, frowning softly at his words. What...? He didn't want anything bad to happen to her? Why...?
But he had hurt her! Back at the executioner's block...he had tried to choke her...
Was that not bad...?
Or maybe he was just being like Master...
Don't let anything happen to his doll, Amita...
His unbreakable doll...
Only he can make her bleed...

Amita looked down, clenching her teeth to keep from saying something rash. The corded muscles in her back were tense under his hands. She was forced to look back up at him as he cupped her cheek. She was confused and angry. Was he really trying to be nice to her? Or was he still trying to be her new 'master'??
"You can't stop him! He owns me."
She shook her head viciously and shoved away from him, again showing that taste of unnatural strength. "Stop it! Stop pretending! You're just like him! You don't really want to be nice!"
She didn't want another Master! She didn't want to be a doll again...

[Anonymous]

He listened to her words carefully, even when she shoved him away and argued. She was quite strong, but he did not resist her push. He let her step away and just stood in place, gazing sown at her calmly, looking deeply into her angry eyes and feeling what she felt. He decided to sympathize with her and the part of him inside her let her know that he was being honest. "If...you do not with me to control you, I shall not do so. But if you are with me, I will let no harm come to you." He told her gently in his calm and cool, as well as trustworthy voice.  "As for your master, I cannot assume his strength, but I do know that I have only one rival thus far...and he will not continue to be a threat for long. " He talked more to himself at the last part of his comment. He extended his hand to her. "So will you let me care for you?" he asked sweetly, honestly interested in these feelings he felt from her.

[Anonymous]

Amita gaped at him a few times. He...wouldn't control her if she didn't want him to? But that's not what he said earlier...!
Or was he just changing his mind...?
She didn't know what to believe. She wanted, desperately so, to trust someone. Would Kamen be the one she could trust...?

She stared at his outstretched hand, a light tremor starting up in her tensed muscles.

What should she do? Would it be safe to trust him...? Could she keep her safe, even from the strange device within her...?
Damn damn damn...
Clenching her eye shut for a moment, she could feel moisture gather at their edges.

Can you trust him, can you trust him, can you trust him...

Finally, slowly at first, Amita placed her normal hand in his. She turned glossy eyes up to him as she spoke.
"Please...promise...and don't break it. Please..."
She wanted to be able to trust him...