Owned
by Sol Oliver aka solovn

It shouldn't have been a surprise to Howard when he saw the reop notice on his viewscreen. Most of his measly paycheck every week went to pay off all of the creditors that owned the debt he'd piled up putting himself through college. Of course most of that money paid for beer and pizza instead of books (and his degree was nearly worthless because all he'd done in college was drink beer and eat pizza), but he loved to curse at the companies anyway.

"Blood suckers!" he'd shout when he saw the lines of text every week showing that his funds had been transferred away. But he didn't curse or yell at this notice. He just let the grey cloud of gloom swallow him as he realized that the only thing he enjoyed anymore was going away.

"It looks like we're through, Becky," he said over his shoulder. A mottle-skinned android in a ratty dress looked his way for a moment before turning her attention back to a pot of boiling Ramen noodles. She never did talk much--and less and less in the three years he'd had her. Howard knew he was lucky that she still functioned at all, given that the only time she received service was when he managed to convince an old college buddy to stop by. And those visits had become less frequent as Howard's prospects (or even prospects for prospects) dimmed.

Howard read the debt collection notice more carefully. It seemed that the 'droid dealer was tired of trying to get his payments, and they'd turned the matter over to yet another collections agency. Sure, he could keep her if he came up with the money, but they weren't just asking for the back payments--they wanted Becky's full sales price (which was, of course, over inflated.) To top it all off, the debt collectors wanted the payment it by midnight.

"Get me a beer, Bec'," he called out. A minute or two later a cold can appeared at his desk, along with a bowl of soup, the noodles dangling onto the desk and drooling onto the floor. Howard popped open the beer, and a rush of foam erupted out. "Awwww, jeez! You gotta be careful with these!" But what did it matter now, trying to instruct her? She'd already picked up all his worst habits, anyway. At least she was still a nice place to park his pecker, even if she'd lost most of her grace and gusto. 

It hadn't always been that way. He'd bought her back when he first landed a job and the future looked bright. She wasn't new, of course. It wasn't much of a job and he didn't have much of an income (which was why he was online looking for a 'droid in the first place.) But when he saw her face, he knew he had to have her. Even with buying an older model he had to stretch his finances to get her, which is what eventually led to his downfall.

It had been his choice, of course. He'd come close to sending her back the very first day. Very close. 

Howard pried open the crate only moments after the delivery crew departed, and had her on the couch lickety-split. She looked just as he imagined, and came dressed modestly in baggy jeans and a t-shirt. Following the instructions beamed to his phone, Howard soon had her primed for re-activation. He took a deep breath and pressed his fingers in through her dirty blond hair, pushing the bumps he found on her scalp in a specific sequence. He didn't get it right the first, second, or even fouth times. But eventually...

"Oh!..."

The android looked up and soaked him in. Howard's heart leapt. See how closely she studied him! For the first time in years he felt important. Now she smiled, her lips a bit lopsided, and just sat there.

"You're Becky?" asked Howard.

"Yes."

And she sat there some more. But why would she do anything else? He hadn't instructed her yet. "Um...stand up." She stood up. "Uh...walk around." She walked in a little circle. "Cool!"

For the next hour Howard put Becky through her paces and showed her around the little one-bedroom house that he rented. She treated one task like another, and never took any initiative for herself. Howard had been expecting his new companion to be a little more active, but hey, you get what you pay for. 

As he watched her throughout the day, he started to hunger for the real reason he paid for her. Although clearly not new, she was attractively built, with generous hips and large but manageable breasts. And while not completely fluid, there was a certain grace to her movements. Howard felt like a schoolboy again, nervous about asking a girl to make out with him. But why be nervous? She was a robot--HIS robot!

"Come to the bedroom with me," he said, and Becky followed. Now there she stood, arms at her sides, acting no differently than if she were in the middle of a shopping mall. It was weird--she was so quiet! He was anxious to explore her body, but didn't want to feel like a pervert groping some random woman. "Um...do you mind if I...uh...touch you?"

Becky's posture relaxed a little, and her eyes took on a different glaze. She smiled. "Do you WANT to touch me? Do you wish to be intimate?" she said. Becky had a hand on her hip and actually looked a bit sassy. Howard was somewhat taken aback, but it was the invitation he needed.

"Yes...yes I do," said Howard, moving in. Becky reacted to his touch as if every movement was magical...squirming...melting...tensing...teasing....off came their shirts...ohhhhh, yesssss...firm yet soft...sensitive!....he was starting to get hard...."Becky--take down my pants and...and grab it...gently!"....her warm hand took hold of his penis..."Stroke slowly"...the hand was well-coordinated...she kissed his neck--nice!....Howard reached down and put his hands down the back of Becky's jeans and squeezed her ass through her panties...veeeery nice...Becky's other hand began fondling his ass cheek..."Take you pants off and go lay on the bed."

Becky stopped kissing his neck, walked to the bed, and dropped her jeans, her back to him. Her yellow panties served up the curves and crack of her ass in the most delicious way, and soon the small bit of cloth was gone. Then as Becky rolled onto the bed and lay on her back, Howard's eyes popped.

Sticking straight up from the center of her crotch like the mast of a sailboat was a tall and chubby penis. 

"Oh, fuck!" said Howard, shoulders slumping--bad choice of words. Becky sprang up from the bed, eyes wide. Her arms were outstretched like a little girl reaching for an ice cream cone, except that no little girl had a raging hard-on projecting out from the top of her vagina. And Howard didn't like the idea of being the horny robot's rocky road.

"STOP!"

Becky froze, looking disappointed. Her shaft bobbed in place, hopefully, like a beagle in front of a hot dog cart. But it wasn't what Howard had in mind when he'd bought her. 

"Please lay back down," he said. Becky complied, slowly. She looked up at him from the bed, waiting for a command, smiling. Howard wasn't sure what he was going to do. If it weren't for the penis, she was perfect (or as perfect as his money could get him). Her cunt looked slick and inviting, her labial lips parted like a mouth awaiting a kiss. Well, so what if she had a little extra in the clit department? It wouldn't get in the way of the business he had to take care of.  "Um...can you put that...thing...back down?"

Becky looked down at her penis and sort of shrugged. Great. It seemed it only deflated the normal way--he'd have to work around it. Howard thought about having her roll over to do her doggie style, but he really wanted to watch her face as he fucked her. "Open up you legs...good."

Howard lowered himself onto her, feeling foolish as Becky's penis poked against his stomach. Ignoring it, he pushed her legs back and to the sides, lined himself up, and slid inside. 

It was a long, hot journey, her flesh seemingly seeping into his. He fell easily into the old familiar rhythms, and Becky rose, bumped and moved with him. It didn't take him long, and as he felt the great rush, a hot, sticky paste spluttered against his stomach, past his chest, and tagged him on the chin.

"UNNgghhh...." moaned Becky, eyes rolling back in her pretty head, arms closing around Howard's bare back. The man collapsed down onto her, too pleased with the long-forgotten sensations to care that his android had just ejaculated on him. But as his mind returned, he rolled off of her and saw IT, there between her legs, limp but still large enough to put him to shame. Becky rolled onto her side to cuddle up against him, causing her sloppy meat to slap up against his thigh.

"Aw--gross!" he said, skittering back from her. "I guess I'll keep you, but...you've got to keep that..THING...off of me." Howard rolled over, tired, and went to sleep.

It was all down hill from there for Becky as the days and week passed. She may not have had access to her old memories, but there were still echoes in her artificial brain that told her what she was, what she was supposed to do, and how she did it. If her owner didn't want her to utilize her penis, why had he not purchased a unit without a penis? It was her pleasure to serve her owner, but there were other pleasures, too. True, she was happy when he chose to take pleasure from her, but always he dodged and ignored the part that she liked using the best. 

She still found ways to get herself off. She'd ride him facing away, and even as she enjoyed his cock in her pussy she stroked herself to a different peak. Sometimes after he fell asleep she'd masterbate while looking at him. She liked to imagine the things she could do...and make him enjoy. And one night she even came close...

...so drunk! Never again. Ah, Becky! A sight for sore--woah, almost fell down. Thanks. Help me to the bathroom...quick, QUICK--

Howard hurled all over the grubby tile floor, his faithful 'droid barely keeping him from sinking down into it. He'd decorated the front of his clothes too, and Becky carefully helped him undress and get under into bed. He fell asleep to the sound of his 'droid mopping the bathroom floor...

...and woke up (head throbbing) on his stomach to a warm, soothing sensation at his ass. At first he thought it was a strange dream...a wet, spongy mass tickling him in the funniest way. A tongue? One of his old girlfriends used to like lick and play with his ass, and it always felt good. But never THIS good...

"Is that you, Bec'?" 

The rimming paused and then restarted with greater vigor. Now the tongue challenged his hole, peeking inside. The throbbing in Howard's head was overcome by a nervous swelling throughout his body. "Oh DAMN..." he moaned. He was completely erect, and he felt Becky's warm body slide up on top of his, breasts massaging his back. Now her wet lips sloppily ate at his ear, keeping the swooping feelings aloft...pleasure against his hole again...something warm--hot!...like his girlfriend's finger...thumb?....

"PENIS! STOP!" shouted Howard, suddenly aware that his robot was about to date rape him. He managed to slide away just as Becky rocked her hips forward. Her penis stabbed at empty air, and then she was on top of him again. Her hands grabbed his wrists...breath hot against his neck...body pressing down...head against his sphincter...

"I....SAID...NO!!"

Becky suddenly felt like a sack of flour dropped off the back of a truck. She fell limp on top of him...

....and woke up (head throbbing) seated on the couch. Howard was looking into her eyes. He looked a bit scared...and something else, too...

"Are you okay?" he said, clearly concerned. Becky nodded. She was functioning properly, even though her owner had ignored her requests for routine maintenance several times already. And the blackout was just an emergency shutoff triggered by the stress in her master's voice. She wondered if he would return her now, and that once again she'd have her memory scrubbed.
But to her surprise he let her come back to bed with him that night, and she even imagined that he wanted her to try again. 

She couldn't. Not after the way things had happened--her fail-safe programming wouldn't let her. But her hunger to take her owner--the sweetest pleasure--was stoked. 

It was then that she hatched her plan. 

Over and over Howard looked at his finances, but there was just no way to make the numbers work. Even with the odd jobs Becky did in the neighborhood, he'd never be able to scratch together enough or get a loan to keep her. Especially not on such short notice. 

Well, so what? If he let Becky go, he'd have an easier time making rent. Lord knows he couldn't run from the credit companies, the laws being what they were. Debtor's prison had come back in style in a big way, and as bad as being a virtual slave to the person who owned your debt might have been, going to the prisons was worse. They claimed you could work your way out, but everyone knew it was a lie. Most died within five years. Not so much from malnutrition or because of the frequent violence, but because of the loss of hope. If you no longer wanted to live, your body would find a way out for you.

Howard looked over at his android. He really did wish he'd been able to care for her better than he did, but that's life. And it wasn't like she was REAL.

Only hope had kept Becky going. Even though it was clear to her that her owner couldn't keep her properly maintained, the core of her mind demanded service. It was a built-in feature designed mainly to keep money rolling into repair shops, but it also ensured her survival. True, her existence was secondary to that of her owner or any other human, but that didn't make it any less agonizing, like being poked on the forehead every minute of every hour of every day. First one of her joints partially seized. Then she lost some of her facial servos. And her skin had been patched and re-patched with whatever her owner could find at the hardware store.

And even as she was disintegrating, her owner pleasured himself. Somewhere in her mind she knew it gave her satisfaction to be of use to him, but it was a grain of rice under an elephant's foot. Almost every night his penis flowed in and out of one of her entrances, finishing with a little flourish and then leaving her to clean up. Not once did he intentionally touch her cock, though she was quite creative in finding ways to present it to him. 

Sometimes she'd take a shower right when he got home. More often than not Howard needed to relieve himself after the long commute, and the house had only one bathroom. He tried not to look at her through the glass shower door as he stood in front of the toilet, but she knew he stole glances at her naked body and the swinging appendage between her legs. Other times she's pretended to forget to put her pants on and gowalking around the house naked from the waist down. And many mornings she'd allow herself to get hard while she "slept", rising up just before her owner awoke. 

Howard did notice that his android seemed to enjoy parading her penis in front of him, but he didn't care. He got what he wanted from her, which was plenty. It also helped that she'd started bringing in a little bit of money for him. Not big bucks--just enough to assure that the rent got paid on time. Most people in the neighborhood didn't have much money, certainly not enough to afford an android, but they had enough to pay him to have Becky do odd jobs--cleaning up yards, cleaning gutters, gardening, painting. Whatever. Technically he was supposed to get a license, but no one was going to complain. Becky did the things no one else wanted to or had the time to do, and at a reasonable price. On occasion, some of the neighbors even sent little presents to her; little hand-crafted knick-knacks or greeting cards thanking her for a well-done job. Howard thought it was kind of sweet, and he let her have her own shelf where she could display the tokens of affection.

Would he have felt the same way if he knew about ALL of the things he was doing for some of the neighbors? Probably. As it was, he'd had suspicions. But what he didn't know was how much money she was actually making from her odd jobs.

It hadn't been Becky's original intention to fuck the neighbors for money. She really did mean to earn money just doing house work when she first planted the idea in Howard's mind. But an instinct deep inside her kicked in when the man three doors down ogled her as she washed his windows. Images flashed in her mind of how she could lure him in...find out what he liked...give it to him...

For men she limited her services to blow jobs. Something told her that if they knew her full potential, it could cause her or her owner harm. But women were another story.

A work-at-home single mother was her first. She'd been hired to trim her hedges, but Becky noticed the woman eyeing her up. So when she was in front of the lady's office room window, she whipped out her penis and let fly the excess water generated by her power system. As she "urinated", Becky saw the woman's eyes go wide, and ten minutes later she had her appendage buried hilt-deep in her hungry cunt. She became a regular customer, leaving out a hedge trimmer whenever she required "service."

But it was an elderly widow that proved to be the missing piece of her plan. Two years after she'd started working in the neighborhood, she had most of the money credits she'd need, safely hidden on chips embedded in her curio collection. Getting the money wasn't the problem--using it was. Androids were not permitted to hold property or credits in their own names--it would have been too easy for humans to commit fraud using 'droids. But if Becky could somehow set up a "dummy" identity that she could control, she'd be able to do anything she wanted with the money, as long as it didn't cause any harm to her owner or other humans.

And in her plan, her owner would be well-served by her actions. For Becky intended to pay off her owner's debts, making his life much better than it was. Still, her own mind asked inconvenient questions. Why she didn't just give him the money? No--he'd just blow it on booze. Or the latest gizmos. Or a newer android.

But another 'droid might not help him the way she would. With her he would be better off. He would be grateful. It would be an incredible pleasure to help him. He would be helpless without her. So when old Mrs.McCarthy told her about her long-lost granddaughter, Becky's ears pricked up.

"Oh, she'll be back home any day now. I'm sure of it," said the old woman. Nearly every day Becky came by her house, tidying up and doing the simple things that can be so difficult for the elderly. She didn't pay much, but Becky had a feeling that the granddaughter was the key to making her plan work.

Mrs. McCarthy had raised the girl herself. Her own daughter died a junkie, leaving the baby to her, and she believed it was an opportunity to be the parent she should have been the first time around. 

And she was. Connie Kohler was always at the top of her class, and immediately after college went overseas to try and make a difference in underprivileged area of the world. That had been five years ago, and Mrs. McCarthy hadn't heard from Connie in over four.

"They don't even have telephones, let alone the internet, where she is, you know," said Mrs. McCarthy, smiling. "She's doing such GOOD work!"

It was while straightening up the attic that Becky found the pictures. They were in a shoe box containing letters from Connie to her grandmother. Becky read through them...conditions were rough...the people were so happy she was there...except for the militias...they opened a school for girls...people started disappearing...she was starting to get nervous...

The pictures themselves were in a plain white envelope. Gory pictures. A body, dismembered. A young woman. Becky felt a twinge as she looked at them, but wasn't sure why. A moment later, she knew that her plan would soon come to fruition.

It was possible that Mrs. McCarthy knew that her granddaughter was dead. But the human mind needed to protect itself just as it needed to protect the body, and often caused a person to delude themselves. It was possible that the pictures were fakes. Maybe Connie had decided to stay over there and didn't want to hurt her feelings. Or she was actually working for the government. No need to tell anyone. No need to notify the police or government.

No need to file for a death certificate.

Becky also helped maintain Mrs. McCarthy's old computer. And hidden deep in that computer, Connie Kohler began to live again. She had her own e-mail, as well as a bank account. An account with a large number of credits and growing larger almost every day. 

"Oh, my Connie will like you so very much when she gets home," said Mrs. McCarthy one day as Becky sat at her computer. The dirty blond android turned her head and smiled at the woman.

"I'm sure she will," she said. "And I like her already."

The final hour for Howard to pay off the debt collector was rapidly approaching. He thought about having one last go with Becky (maybe even jerk her off when he was done--she'd earned it), but he was too depressed. Where was she, anyway? Sitting at the desk in the main front room, he vaguely remembered seeing her go out the door with a bag of trash. But that was more than an hour ago. Had she come back in and he just hadn't been paying attention?

At five minutes past midnight, Howard saw on his viewscreen that a message had arrived from the collection agency. Knowing there was no avoiding it, he opened it.

"Dear Mr. Marks -

We regret to inform you that due to your non-payment, the Cyb-r-tronic (Besta model) #18D4TX04-2 is longer your property. You are still responsible for all back payments. A fee will be charged for the pick-up and removal of the unit. You may avoid this fee by delivering the unit to its new owner: Constance McCarthy Kohler, 1487 Tulip Grove Lane..."

Howard read and re-read the message in disbelief--the address was his own house! As he puzzled over what to do, the front door opened. In walked Becky, wearing the same jeans and t-shirt she'd worn the day she arrived in her crate. There was more energy in her movements than Howard had seen in a long time, and she seemed as beautiful to him as the first time he saw her face on his viewscreen.

"Where have you been?" he asked, more worried than angry. She never did her neighborhood odd jobs at night, and many was the time Howard worried that she'd be stolen. Connie walked over and stood behind him, breasts grazing the back of his head. It stirred him.

"I was at Mrs. McCarthy's," she said matter-of-factly.

"McCarthy?..." Howard didn't know who the 'droid was talking about, but that was the middle name of the new owner. "Do you mean Constance McCarthy Kohler?"

"No."

"Then who's this Constance person?"

"I am."

Becky leaned over to type on the keyboard, pushing her tits against Howard's head, who was thrilled by the 'droid's new-found zestiness. Too bad she was leaving. But he still didn't understand exactly what was happening. On screen now was a bank statement in the name of the mysterious Ms. Kohler. Howard wasn't good with numbers or money, but it looked like a large amount of credit had recently been transferred into the account. He also saw that a handful of payments had just been made--to all of the agencies that held his debt, including the one that had just written him. All of the transactions had been conducted within the past hour.

"I...I don't understand."

"Stand up. Come to the bedroom with me."

It was a mirror image situation of their first day together, and Howard stood up in a daze to follow the 'droid. Her ass seemed to swagger as she led him into the room, and she turned to face him. Her nipples were showing through the plain t-shirt. Howard watched her slowly undo her belt, unbutton and zip down her jeans, slide them to the floor, and step out of them. She wore her original yellow panties, which sported an obscene bulge.

"Do you want to touch me? Do you wish to be intimate?" she asked, glancing down briefly at her cock. Howard took her meaning.

"I don't think so," he said. "I didn't touch that thing in three years. Why would I want to mess with it now?"

"Because you don't want to go to prison," said Becky without emphasis. She knew that everything rode on this moment. If the man didn't go along with her, they'd both suffer. She really didn't know what she'd do if he'd rather be arrested than let her do what was best for him (and, not coincidentally, for her). For three years she'd hungered to taste the feeling of having her owner at her command, and she didn't know if she'd be able to hold back those powerful forces. If she was just going to be erased again, or worse, what would stop her? The fail-safe programming could kick in again, but she was certain she could hold if off for just long enough. Some of her clients insisted on playing out forced scenarios, so she'd trained herself to shut down only after hearing a certain keyword. True, the man didn't know the keyword, but in theory at least he could stop her if he chose...

"I still don't understand," said Howard, trying not to look at the 'droid's penis, which was beginning to uncoil inside the panties.

"I will tell you," said Becky, taking off her shirt and letting her breasts hang free. "But only after you undress."

Howard felt suddenly bashful, but his curiosity about what was happening overcame his hesitation. Slowly he disrobed under the sharpening gaze of the android with the monster package. He could see two dark spots on her panties -- one at the bottom, and one to the side, where her rounded head was stretching through. He'd never felt more naked in his life as she eyed him up. Nervousness began to glow deep in Howard's gut.

"I worked very hard over the past two years," began Becky. "And I made enough to buy up all of your debt, including money for the...the place where I came from." Becky chased from her mind the idea that the man had ever purchased her, though she knew it was true.

"But...androids can't own anything, or even have money!"

"Yes," said Becky, nodding. "All of the money I earned was cash credits that people thought they were paying to...to you. I kept it safe until I found a way that I could use it to pay the debts."

"Connie Kohler!" shouted Howard, putting it all together. "You stole her identity!"

"No--I took it as payment," said the world-worn android, struggling to keep her rationalizations together. "She is no longer living, and it harms no one that I have utilized her name to...to help you." Now Howard did a double-take.

"HELP me?!" he yelled, rolling his eyes. "That money would have been pretty helpful in paying the bills!"

Things weren't going as smoothly as Becky had hoped. She had no choice but to lay it all on the line. "It doesn't matter, and it comes down to this: you don't own me any more," she said, gaining confidence as she talked. "If anything, I now own YOU."

Howard watched in horror as her penis swelled up, straightened, and sprang outward. It was more than the old panties could take, and they snapped at the side and fell away.

"I'll..I'll call the police!" said Howard, shrinking back.

"I can't let you," said Becky, standing firm. "If you did, not only would they seize the money and send you to debtor's prison, but they would arrest you for operating an unlicensed android business, robotic prostitution, money laundering, corrupting a minor.."

"WHAT?"

"She told me she was eighteen. Reckless endangerment, non-compliance with the AGB Code of human-android relations..."

"Okay--I get the idea," said Howard. "But what about YOU? They wouldn't just erase your memory--they'd DESTROY you."

Becky nodded seriously. This was it. She could see that he realized what was at stake for both of them, and from the way he looked at her, it was clear he understood what she expected from him.

Howard's mind was reeling. Would it be so bad? If he went along with her, he'd be debt-free AND he'd get to keep the 'droid--sort of. At any rate she'd still be with him. His eyes pored over her breasts, the curve of her torso, and then locked onto her crotch. Her cunt was practically dripping, but so was the tip of her cock. Whatever her terms were, it was not going to be business as usual. But did he really have a choice?

"What do you want me to do?"

"What do you THINK I want you to do?"

Howard's stomach dove and swam. Becky stood before him, legs apart, hands on hips, thick erection bobbing as it protruded from her hungry cunt. He took a deep breath and moved forward.

Becky watched the man approach, tentatively. Even though he didn't technically own her, deep down she knew that he did. If ever her little arrangement were uncovered, ownership would be stripped from Connie Kohler's name and it would revert back to Howard. 

Good, she thought, it will feel even better if he's still my owner. And it felt sweet, indeed, as the man's tongue tested the edges of her hole. Some of her neighborhood clients had performed on her this way, but it felt more intense now. His lips found her button clit, just at the point where her penis rose out from her groin, and she shivered as he sucked on it with surprising delicacy. A finger...then two...up into her...goooood....she rode with the feelings a bit, but another part of her was starting to make demands. Becky firmly pushed the man's head back from her, savoring the confusion, fear, and excitement in his eyes. 

"Go lay on the bed," she said, tossing her head in the direction of the queen-size four-poster. "Face DOWN."

Howard walked past her and crawled onto the bed. He'd been holding out hope that she would be satisfied without...without using IT. Maybe he should have sucked her. Too late. He felt Becky's weight rock the bed, and just like that night long ago he felt her tongue and mouth at his ass. 

"You have to relax," she said as she worked at him. It was difficult, knowing what the 'droid had in mind, but Howard managed to unclench himself. "Gooood..." He was rewarded with pleasant sensations from Becky's mouth. He felt her insert a finger into him, testing his dilation and working him gently. Howard clenched involuntarily. "This was easier when you were drunk," said Becky, petting his ass cheek and working him more. As much as she wanted to charge forward, if she hurt him too badly it could trigger the fail-safe. And she was more than ready to take him.  This moment was three years in the making.

Just when he was starting to enjoy the finger, Howard he felt Becky's body slide up on top of him, thighs on thighs, arms over arms, hair hanging down over his head and neck. Hands lightly grasped his wrists, and he felt Becky's thickest finger lodge down between his cheeks. She rebalanced herself atop him, and he felt the spongy/hard tip of her iceberg move into place. Her lips were right against his ear, and she spoke to him, breathily.

"You know that if you let me do this now, I won't ever hesitate to do as I please in the future," she said, grasping his wrists more firmly and rocking her hips. Resistance. "You'd better relax. I don't care either way, but it will be less painful for you."

The penis backed off, Howard tried his best to relax, and then Becky's flesh was there again...the tip began to sink inside...relax, dammit!...it backed up a little...pushed again...pain began to well up...oh GOD--she's pushing it harder--OH GOD IT'S SLIDING INSIDE!!--

"NO! STOP!!" yelled Howard as the pain mounted.

"NO!" spat Becky as her head sank into him. If the fail-safes were going to kick it, that was the moment, but all she felt was warm ecstasy as she took her first real pleasure from the one who'd controlled her for so long.

The hot, pulsing column brought burning pain into Howard's core as it crept up and back like a family sedan trying to parallel into a space the size of a VW Bug. Each new incursion felt as if he were being slammed against a wall, and then a pleasure as stunning as the searing pain shocked through him.

"Oh, god!--"

--and the woman's thick flesh crept in and deeper and slick and thick and IN. Becky found his prostate and was enjoying the sounds she made him make. Now she went up on her hands, tits barely grazing his back. She was only halfway in, but knew that to Howard it felt like an entire baseball bat. But now her penis was now demanding more satisfaction.

"It feels good, doesn't it?' said Becky, working herself slowly in and out. The man grunted with every movement and nodded. "I want to hear you say it."

Through the mountain of sensations Howard re-found the ability to speak. "It feels good, Becky," he said, simultaneously wishing that the fucking would end and last forever. The android felt a flush of power, but something was wrong. "Becky" was the name of her captivity...of the days of physical neglect...of who knows how many lives erased from her memory...

"You're not to call me Becky any more," she said, rebalancing. She looked down to see the way her penis stuck into the human. She grabbed his wrists tight. "Call me your OWNER."

Unable to resist, Howard felt the girl meat shove forward into him. It was as if he'd been sitting on top of a small hill that suddenly shot upward, accelerating in one long continuous thrust until it towered high above the earth.

Becky's whole body tingled and pulsed as she dominated the man from above. Not only was her cock swaddled in tight, warm pressure, but her slick cunt itched electric as it drove the whole train forward. The nubby clit at the base of her cock was washed with reward after reward as she pistoned the human's hole, and she lowered herself on top of him in order to massage her tits against his back.

To Howard, each stroke felt like being dunked into boiling lava, except that it hurt more to be away from the burn. Faster now the android woman took him, and he felt hot juices from her cunt trickle down his ass.

"Oh FUCK!--" shouted Becky, her entire system flashing red with feverish pleasure. Her whole mind raced faster, faster...she hugged Howard tight as her shapely ass drove and bucked, cunt squeezing with each thrust. "Coming...Coming!...AHHHH!...."

Years of pent-up desire came flooding out of her and gushed into his ass. She exploded him into infinite pieces as she filled him, buried deep, her little clit quivering against his rim. I'm inside you...spreading inside you..I AM you...

Howard let himself go, shooting his load between his stomach and the bed. He pictured the way the vagina he'd used so often must now look--Becky's body on top of his, her ass pressed hard against him, and her slick crack at the base of it all, smiling proudly between her clenched cheeks.

Then the world went into reverse, and the vagina's sword retreated from its impaled victim. Howard rolled onto his back, panting--Becky's weight had been pressing down on him almost the entire time. Becky rolled to him, and her cock once again slapped across his thigh. His new owner ground herself against him, and he felt her slick fluids drip.

"Don't you dare fall asleep," she said, nibbling his ear. "I'm not done." Becky let him rest a while before teasing him hard again. Again she mounted him from above, this time impaling herself to satisfy her remaining cravings. She'd ridden him this way in the past, but to Howard it felt brand new. While he enjoyed her hotness and her tight embrace, she gyrated and bounced for her own pleasure, and it turned him on. To his surprise, she dismounted, they switched positions, and they climaxed together again, the man once more between the woman's legs. 

After staying with bodies pressed together for a few more delicious minutes, Becky's hands guided the man off of her, and Howard lay back in bed. He was beginning to feel the soreness earned over the past hour, and marveled that Becky's cock had even fit inside of him. He felt ashamed that he had let his 'droid manipulate him, and more shame still that she'd pegged him in the ass with her penis. He'd have to learn to live with it.

Becky, too, lay in thought as the glow dimmed. Her plan had finally come to pass, and it had been just as satisfying as she'd hoped. And it felt great to have this man in her power, knowing she could take him as she pleased--her mind was already racing with new ways to take him. And though she knew that at the end of the day they both owned each other, there was also another truth.

Only one of them was the master.