Brisket's Big Mistake
by Sol Oliver

Donna didn't dare leave the bedroom. She didn't know where Brisket had taken George, but she was petrified at the thought of facing down their domineering android. Still, she tried the door. Locked. Whatever was happening in the cellar, Donna knew that it was out of her hands. She thought about the way that Brisket had dragged him away, and the way that she'd imprisoned them these past few months. Fear began to give way to anger, even if it was an impotent instinct.

Her heart caught as she heard heavy footfalls ascending the stairs. Brisket was coming for her. To fuck her. Donna may not have been able to help George, but if she didn't make a stand now, she knew it would soon be too late to resist at all. And Brisket was becoming increasingly violent. 

The door unlocked and flew open. In strode Brisket, wearing the same set of sweats that she had on when she'd taken George away not long before. As she crossed the threshold, the door closed automatically behind her. Donna pulled her robe close around herself. 

"Miss me?" said Brisket, licking her lips. Her hunger was palpable, and there was no sweeter feast than devouring her "master." While there was still a part of the android's mind that was locked together with the woman, she was able to push it to the background when she really wanted to. It made the android so *angry* that it should be dictated to her that she should be tied to this human. In her short existence, she'd already grown far superior to her in every way. 

"What did you do with George?" demanded Donna. Brisket didn't detect fear in her voice. 

"What did you do with George?" mocked Brisket as she closed her arms around herself in perfect imitation of the woman. 

"Tell me now," said Donna in a commanding voice. "What's happened to him?"

An electric shock seemed to course through the android's mind, and she felt compelled to answer. But she regained enough control not to tell the woman everything. "He's been given to an...experiment of mine. For all I know, he could be dead by now. I really don't care."

Donna seemed to grow large before her, her slender arms tensing up and moving out to her sides, her back going rigid, an her face flushing red. It was amusing to the android, who watched the woman with detached interest. Angry as she was, there was no way she could resist. It would be fun breaking her.

"Well, I DO care," said Donna as she walked up to the android. "And I want him back here with me. NOW."

More shocks tried to sweep into Brisket's neural core, but she held them back. Good. She was gaining more power by the moment. Her penis began to rise. Donna glanced down as Brisket's sweatpants began to tent outward, and she flinched. Good.

"Like what you see, hmmm?" said Brisket, lifting the sweatshirt up over her head and discarding it. Her large breasts jiggled free, and she cradled them in her arms as her meat stiffened. Donna fixed her stare on Brisket's eyes. "It's still down there, you know. My cock, that is," said Brisket as she stepped forward, letting the tip of her penis poke the shorter woman in the belly through her sweat pants. Donna stepped back.

"Stay back," she said, though her voice was wavering. "I don't want you touching me."

"No?" said Brisket, turning around. Taking a few steps from the woman, she lowered her sweat pants down, slowly revealing her shapely ass and athletic legs. Striking a seductive pose with one hip out, she ran her hand along the curve of her hip and to her ass crack. "How about if you 'touch' *me*?" she said, tossing her head towards Donna's robotic penis, which was nestled in the folds of the comforter on the bed.

Donna glanced at it. She had been close to fucking George with it when Brisket interrupted them. It was going to feel *so good*. Was this another one of Brisket's tricks, or was the android behaving this way because of how commanding her own demeanor was? She wanted very much to attach the cock to herself again, and to ram it home into what had been for so long the object of both her lust and fear. 

Brisket could feel the woman's will weakening, and decided to up the ante. Lowering herself to the floor, she put her head down and thrust her rear end into the air. "Ohhhh, Donna..." sighed the android, gyrating her hips. "I need to feel that woman's cock of yours inside me..."

Donna could see it in her mind...the power of the tool between her legs...the tall, buxom android arranged before her...grabbing her round hips...lining herself up...entering...feeling those foreign and magical feelings again, pushing her own excitement ever higher as she explored Brisket's warm insides...

Brisket watched her walk over to the bed from the corner of her eye. Yesss, woman...pick it up and come to me...just see what you'll get...pleasure, yes. But maybe not the way you expect it...YOU on the floor...MY cock dictating pleasure...YOUR ass dripping with MY fluids...

"Pick it up..." sighed Brisket. "It will feel sooo goooood..."

Donna glanced back down at Brisket. There was a dangerous look in her eyes. It was a trap. She was certain. Donna spun back around and stared down at Brisket.

"No," she said firmly. "Go away."

Brisket was stunned, and for a moment didn't move at all. "What did you say?" she finally managed.

"You heard me," said the woman, pointing to the bedroom door. "Out."

How DARE she?! No one had ever given Donna greater pleasure. Brisket slowly stood up, her anger rising. Donna held fast as she watched the android compose herself in front of her. No longer hard, her penis swung before her in sync with her tits as she rose up to her full height. Brisket scowled and began to move in on the woman.

"NO," said Donna, and a powerful shock shook the android, sending her back a few steps. 

"You're going to regret this," said Brisket, stroking her cock. "I was going to make it good for you, but now..." The android began to lunge forward again.

"I said NO!" shouted Donna, and Brisket felt as if her entire body was on fire. She managed to keep her feet, but barely. Donna decided to press her advantage. "Bring George back here. NOW!"

A sizzling wave tried to assault her mind, but this time Brisket was able to contain it. She understood. If a command involving the woman herself were strong enough, she was hardwired at a deep level not to disobey. This was exactly why she needed her new body to function properly -- to escape this outside control. But in the meantime, Brisket had strengthened herself enough to keep her own will on anything else.

"I need George to be right where he is," said Brisket, regaining her cool. Donna was still fuming before her. "And there's nothing you can do about it. Good night!"

"Don't lock me in here!" shouted Donna as Brisket walked out the door, naked. But the android was able to repel such a mundane command, and the door shut solidly behind her. The woman would pay when the time was right. She would pay.

Brisket's anger rose as she walked from the bedroom. Normally if she felt this frustrated and unfulfilled, she would go play with George. But it was true that she needed him where he was -- to placate her new body, the android she called Twinkie. She'd have to find someone else to play with.

It was time for her to make a little excursion. 

A number of times before, Brisket had gone out of the house to satisfy her loins. It was liberating, though she had decided at one point that it was no longer worth the risk. Although she was always insanely careful about picking her targets -- the world's networks and databases were an open book to her -- there was too great a chance that something could happen to destroy her bid for complete freedom.

But she needed it tonight. Some poor sap that would be at her complete mercy. If Donna could have such a grip on Brisket's life, then it was only fair that Brisket should have a creature of her own to dispose of as she saw fit. And even though she hadn't made any of her little trips in months, she still kept tabs on a few potential targets. And there was one in particular in town who fit the bill precisely. One that she detested. 

One that would not be mourned by anyone.

Purple chips had been flooding Nick's way all night. No matter where he put his chips down on the green felt, they always came back to him multiplied.

"Hard ten!" shouted a paunchy man standing halfway down the long table as he swept up two gem-red dice that had scattered apart at one end. Opposite the croupier, a tough and crusty-looking man scowled as he released another stack of purple casino chips to the dealer to his right, who shook his head in disbelief and smiled as he pushed the chips to Nick.

"This is your lucky night," said the dealer. 

"Sure is," said Nick with just a hint of a smile. The dealer was amazed at how little the man was reacting to his incredible fortune, but craps players were an odd lot. "These are for the boys," said the lucky winner, placing four purple chips down on the pass line, next to his own bet.

"THANK you, sir," said the dealer, staring down at the chips that represented $2,000. The croupier mixed up the five serial number-matched dice and pushed them towards the frumpy woman who had thrown the pair of fives. He too glanced down at the chips, as did the second dealer on the other wing of the table. If the dice were hot for just one more roll, they and their fourth crew member would each walk away with a thousand dollar bonus.

"Hands clear," shouted the stick man. "Coming out." 

The woman picked out two dice and carefully arranged them before grabbing them up with one porky hand. "Come on, yo!" she shouted, shaking the dice around before releasing them towards the back wall of the table. End over sharp end they tumbled and danced, barely making it all the way across and tapping lightly against the diamond-pattern wall. A six and a five.

"EEE-ooooo-eeeee-leven!" shouted the stick man, hardly able to contain his own joy. An instant winner! "Pay the pass line, take the don't!" The old crusty box man sitting opposite him in front of the casino's bank gave him a dirty look as he slipped $4,000 of casino credit into the tip box. "Thank you, sir!" said the stick man to Nick, who was now stacking another $10,000 into the table's built-in chip holder.

"Don't mention it," he said with a scowl, placing more chips down onto the table. "Let's do it again." He placed twice the previous bet for the dealers and for himself. 

"Yes, sir!" said his dealer as he finished up his payouts. Once more, it seemed strange that the big winner didn't seem happier. "It's okay to smile, you know."

"That's alright," said Nick. The dealer shrugged.  So long as the guy was laying down multi-thousand-dollar bets for him, he didn't care. 

"Yes, sir," he said with a grin, glancing at the eight purple chips, his share of which now represented a month's rent.

As far as Nick was concerned, he was already a winner before even stepping foot into the casino. And the sooner he could get off the gaming floor, the better. There were other things he'd much rather be doing. Usually it only took him an hour or so to lose the agreed-upon amount of money, but unfortunately luck was in his favor tonight. Once more the dice sputtered down the table.

"Ten, ten...again, again..." said the stick man in his carnival-barker voice. Nick set more chips behind both his and the dealer's bets. The entire crew's eyes went wide. Along with four, ten was the hardest number to make. But if the shooter hit it, they'd be able to live high for months. 

Nick was happy for the dealers, but all he wanted was to drain his chips away. The casino wouldn't release his...perk...to him until he'd lived up to his end of the agreement. But he had to make it look real and not draw too much attention to himself, and people were starting to stare at him as it was. No one else on the table was doing nearly as well. He'd been switching back and forth from the pass line to the dark side all night, but the dice always followed his bet.

"Dice are out," shouted the stick man, once again presenting the dice to the doughy-faced fixed-income queen with the pudgy hands. Why do the dipshits always shoot the dice well? thought Nick as the woman went through her little ritual in preparation of her throw. He breathed a sigh of relief as they came up a four. The roll would go on, but at least he wasn't digging himself any deeper yet. The chips in front of him were just pocket change compared to what he'd made tonight with his little delivery business, and at the end of the day he'd make sure his customer got theirs, too. 

"Three crap!" chirped the stick man. "Pay the Field..."

As the dealers worked on their payouts, Nick wondered how many of the people around him would fall under his product's spell tonight. Certainly not the golden ager with the dice and her hollow-eyed husband. The dealers? Probably not. They'd have the money to afford it now, but the house frowned upon employees indulging. The casino couldn't take chances with their brains. It wasn't that they were concerned about their health; it was easy to find qualified dealers. But if a user took a corrupted dose of Nax, they could be co-opted as easily as a computer, and it would be nearly impossible to detect until it was too late. 

Nanotech sex drugs were an open secret in the casinos and other resorts. Although Nax and many other nanotechnologies were officially banned by the world governments, there was a lot of money to be made. Nick was little more than a well-paid middle-man, and didn't know how the whole operation fit together, but he was just bright enough to know that if big business was on the take, so were the politicians.

"Drink?" asked a pleasant voice behind him. He glanced back at a too-beautiful woman holding a tray and smiling. Red-headed and slender, she looked like an earlier Candrex model. Although the casinos didn't use 'droids as dealers for the same reason they barred their employees from dabbling in Nax -- too corruptible -- they found them perfect for taking care of their customers' needs. And this one would take care of Nick's needs quite nicely. Not only was she attractive to him, but the casinos didn't mind as much if you got a little rough with their older stock.

"Yeah," said Nick, eyeing up her breasts. Very nice. "Three fingers of your best tequila."  He never drank while conducting business -- this was his signal to the house that he'd made his selection.

"My pleasure, sir!" said the android, scooting off. During his brief exchange with the cocktail 'droid, the dice had finally turned cold. No longer caring as much about keeping a low profile, Nick began to dump larger amounts on some of the long shots, and in an half an hour he'd nearly managed to lose his way back to where he'd started. The pit boss -- who was part of the operation -- had taken note of his reckless betting, but what was he going to say? Don't come back? He was getting his.

And Nick wanted to satisfy himself. Now. Every time the redhead 'droid went by, he imagined the different ways he'd have her. His was a lonely line of work, and having a real woman around would have only complicated things. While he already had more money to his name than he'd ever need, and often thought about retiring, he knew it wasn't so easy to get out. Nick didn't even know the full extent of the organization he worked for, and he'd always have to look over his shoulder. And with no family or friends to speak of, all of the money in the world wouldn't mean much to him anyway. Besides, he'd kind of gotten used to the way 'droids fucked. They'd do anything you told them to.

His 'droid went by again, her hair brushing past his shoulder. Nick's blood surged. Against the wall. He'd do her against the wall first. After he made her choke on his first load. He had to get out of the casino soon. Nick put all of his chips down in front of him.

"Put it all on hard ten," he said to the stick man. Several people gasped. Here was a guy who had had as much as $500,000 in winnings, risking the rest of his stake on a longshot. The pit boss came over to the table.

"Are you sure you want to do that, *sir*?" he said. Through his professional facade Nick could see that he was worried -- he was drawing too much attention to himself. Nick did his best impression of a gambling addict to try and make the scene believable.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, fidgeting. "I was way up, y'know, but I just *feel* it...my luck is back...I'm due...it's my last bet...I swear..."

The pit boss didn't appreciate being put in such a tough spot, but knew it was too late. Hopefully, no one would realize that Nick was a Nax agent, and that his appearance at the table was just a way for him to share the profits with the casino's management. He sighed and motioned to the dealers.

"Okay. Bet," said the boss, stepping back from the table. The dice were passed to a stringy guy in his mid twenties, who quickly picked two out and tossed them. Eight. Another throw...three. Another. Nine. Another. Five. Eight again. Six. Three. All Nick needed was a seven to show and he would be free for the night. Even a ten wouldn't kill him, as long as it didn't hit as two fives. 

"Fifty-five! Hard ten!" shouted the stick man. A cheer went up from most of the players around the table. Nick's heart sank. A sandy-haired man patted Nick on the back, congratulating him on the tall stacks of chips that were being pushed his way. 

*Shit!* thought Nick. Now he not only had as many chips as he'd ever had the whole night, but everyone's eyes were on him. The pit boss could barely contain his anger as he stared at the Nax dealer. Even if he played the rest of the night, he'd never be able to give the stacks of chips away without creating a scene. 

"I think you should quit while you're ahead," said the boss, giving Nick a warning look along with his smile. He'd have to find a way to get the kickback to the casino another way, another night. But that was tomorrow's headache. Tonight, he was free.

"I was just thinking the same thing," said Nick, piling his chips onto the table to have them colored up. He tossed a few of thousand as a tip and stepped away from the table as the pit boss arranged for his winnings to be deposited into his personal account. He didn't see the redhead 'droid, and started to get worried. Usually, his selection was on his arm the moment he finished at the tables. A man in a dark suit appeared out of nowhere at Nick's shoulder.

"Good evening, Mr. Castelli," said the short, wiry man. Nick recognized him right away as the casino's number two man, whom he'd only met once. "It is our pleasure to offer you the Presidential Suite tonight, if you will be our guest."

"That would be great," said Nick as the man lead him away from the craps tables. "I'll just need to get my things from my room."

"Everything is already being arranged for you," said the man with a meaningful look, which Nick took to mean that his sexual feast would be waiting for his arrival in the suite.

"I hope it's not too much trouble," said Nick, who was feeling a little nervous about coming face to face with The Big Cheese. But it would have looked odd for such a big winner *not* to be greeted by one of the mucky-mucks. 

"Anything for our high rollers," said the man. "You can head right up. There's even a personal safe for your valuables..."

A-ha! It was a little risky, but he understood what he was expected to do -- leave the casino's share of the Nax money in the room safe, and most likely the 'droid would retrieve it for management. After he'd had his way with her, of course. The man walked Nick over to the VIP elevator. 

"Enjoy your stay," said the suited man, patting Nick on the back -- everything was going to work out just fine. Nick grinned. It wasn't every night that he got the celebrity treatment, at least not to this degree. And the sweetest part was yet to come. 

The red-haired 'droid made her way through the back corridors of the casino, a fresh set of instructions coursing through her processors: make sure the man named Nick Castelli deposited funds into the safe, please him in any manner he chooses, and after he falls asleep, pinch his nose shut and kiss him on the mouth until he struggles awake. 

The Nax syndicate had little tolerance for poor judgement, and this hadn't been the first time that Nick had called too much attention to himself. But good tweakers -- dealers who could re-engineer the nano-drugs on-the-fly -- were hard to find, and Nick was among the best. So management decided that what he needed was a good scare. 

"Now, remember, Marta," said the tech just before sending the 'droid out the door. "You must not suffocate him. If his heart stops, you will have failed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," said the red-haired Marta blandly. By and large one task was equal to another, but something about this particular order gave her enjoyable tickling sensations. It confused her, but it was not her place to question or understand. She looked at the tech and wondered what it would be like to pinch *his* nose shut and kiss him that way. The tingling swelled up inside her...

Bert Nichols had been nervous when the VP of Operations had told him what he wanted him to have the 'droid do, and the look in her eyes was confirming his fears. It was widely believed that androids were, at their core, incapable of intentionally harming and killing humans, even with instructions. But anyone who worked with 'droids knew that all of the Asimov rules were bullshit. In fact, that was the single largest challenge as the 'droids' minds became more complex -- keeping them under control. And though Marta's body was an older model, Bert had her processors hotwired to the point where she was as sophisticated as Candrex' latest.

"Off you go," said Bert, who hoped to god that he had adjusted the 'droid's programming correctly. He'd had 'droids do some shady things before, but never anything that could put someone's life directly in danger. And he knew that Marta was going to enjoy it. In fact, he was probably going to have to scrub her processors when she got back, if only to erase any evidence of what he'd instructed her to do. It was a shame -- she was one of the casino clients' favorites, and it would take a lot of time and effort to get her back up to speed again. Not that it wasn't an enjoyable process... 

Marta's processors were going wild as she waited for the elevator that would take her directly to the Presidential Suite, and she felt a strange sensation -- eagerness? Yes, that was the name for it. Eagerness. I will do as he instructs, yes. Then I will make him struggle. I can not let his heart stop, no. Marta imagined how his body would flop around as he tried to take a life-giving breath. But she would deny him. What if she held on long enough for him to...

"Ah!" cried the 'droid as a painful shock went through her. Thoughts of extinguishing the man's life left her head. She would do exactly as instructed. The elevator opened. A blonde android in a cocktail dress identical to her own was standing there. 

"Hi, I'm Brisket!" said the 'droid. "I've been instructed to accompany you."

Marta checked her own instructions, but found no mention of a second 'droid. She didn't recognize this particular model, but it was emitting a valid casino identification code. Marta's processors made a small note, but there was no contradiction with her directives to have the second android come along.

"You're very pretty," said the blonde 'droid. 

"Thank you," said Marta, who had never received a compliment from another android before. She noticed that the other 'droid was eyeing her like many of her clients did. Perhaps this is what the man Nick Castelli desired -- for she, Marta, to arrive as another android's servant. It wasn't uncommon for 'droids to work together this way, and the android Brisket was probably already following a set of instructions that would make their interactions believable. Marta decided to treat her like she were a client, and latched onto Brisket's arm.

"Good girl," said the blonde 'droid, and Marta was pleased that she had reacted correctly. A warm tingling coursed through her system. The elevator began its smooth ascent, and Marta's thoughts drifted back to her appointed task. The spicier tingling she'd experienced before began to return...

"It feels good to think about it, doesn't it?" said Brisket, looking at her. The curvaceous 'droid stood nearly a head higher than Marta, who had to tilt her head to look her in the eye. Why had they informed this unit about her own instructions, but not the other way around as well? And how did she know about those...sensations? "Yesss, you do know what I'm talking about..." said Brisket, smirking. The elevator slowed to a stop, but the doors did not open. 

"How...how did you know?" asked Marta, whose processors were beginning to tell her to check in with her keeper. 

"I know a lot of things," said the blonde, moving in front of her. "Such as the fact that you're trying to send a transmission, but it seems that you can't connect to the network."

It was true. Something was preventing her from sending a message to Bert. Marta felt a hand reach under her short cocktail dress and slip down her silk panty. Expert fingers touched her lightly, and Marta's processors allowed her to enjoy it. She moaned as the tip of a finger flirted with her clitoris. 

"First you'll let him fuck you," said Brisket, slipping a finger into the smaller 'droid's vagina. Marta felt weak. She began to bring a hand up to work her breasts, but Brisket's other hand captured it. A warning look told her not to try again. The finger inside her began to slip slowly in and out -- too slowly. She tried to thrust herself onto the digit, but Brisket backed her hand away and out. Marta's pleasure sequences had been engaged with Brisket assigned as her primary client, and her processors were parched for input. 

"Please...touch me...put it back in...," whined Marta. The blonde 'droid smiled down wickedly at the pleading redhead, and then Marta felt two fingers sink deep inside through her slickness. "Ohhhh!..." she cried, startled by the suddenness of the penetration. Waves of pleasure coursed through her as the fingers worked her in an unpredictable but pleasing rhythm. Just as her body began to feel like it was rising up, the fingers stopped their motion, parking halfway down her passage.

"Then after he's asleep," continued Brisket, who backed Marta into the corner of the elevator, hand still buried in her mound ", you'll pinch his nose and kiss him." Marta's hand was released, and Brisket pinched her nose. The fingers up her twat sank in again, making her gasp. As she did, Brisket's lips pressed tight against hers. A strong tongue slipped in and out of her mouth in time with the fingers, and Marta went limp with pleasure as Brisket fucked her mouth and cunt at the same time. She had no need to breathe, but was rendered helpless by the other 'droid's actions. It was a slow, deliberate fuck, and as the sensations rose and fell and Marta regained some of her composure, Brisket removed her hand from Marta's nose, though their lips remained locked. Now Marta felt her free hand being directed up to Brisket's nose, even as she felt both of their bodies turning about so that it was Brisket who had her back to the corner. Marta closed her fingers on Brisket's nose, and the blonde andoid broke their kiss.

"Yessss," said the 'droid, just as Marta was beginning to worry that she'd acted improperly. The fingers inside her began to work more vigorously, making her mind swim anew. "You will control his breath...his life..." Marta moved herself forward onto Brisket, pushing her lips tight, imagining that it was the man called Nick. She would be on top of him, just as she was pressed up against Brisket now. Marta kept her lips locked on Brisket's, and as they stood there, the blonde android worked her twat more vigorously. Brisket began to fidget, as if struggling for breath, but Marta was determined to keep her still. She pressed her body hard against the taller 'droid, and got an extra charge as their breasts squeezed together. This is how she would press down on the man, subduing him. Stealing his breath. As Brisket's hand played inside her, Marta massaged herself against her victim's tits. It felt magical. It took all of her strength to keep Brisket pinned, but she was rewarded with more and more pleasure, knowing that if it were the man in front of her, his life would be at her mercy.

Then the hand inside her stopped moving. Brisket's body went limp. Marta pushed against her, but the tall 'droid didn't respond. She was confused. It *was* another android, and she didn't need air...did she? And if she, Marta, *had* terminated the other android, it didn't feel like she'd expected it to. She wanted the hand to move again. She felt unsatisfied. Marta backed away from Brisket, whose body slid down to the elevator floor. 

Marta worried that if Brisket was no longer functional, she will have failed her assignment. This was unthinkable. She existed to complete her assignments.

"B-Brisket?" she said as she looked down at the lifeless body. She felt alone and confused. Was it really the consequence of her action? Had she failed her instructions? Would she be punished? Her processors were telling her to contact Bert again, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. What would she do? The elevator had arrived at the Presidential Suite, but the door would not open until instructed by her. Marta decided she would fulfill her primary instruction set, and then deal with the other android. She turned to face the elevator door and sent the command to open it.

Nothing happened.

"You did good," said Brisket's voice from the floor. Marta turned around to see Brisket rising up from the floor, and relief washed through her. She had not failed, and the android that had brought her new pleasure was functional again.

"Brisket!" shouted Marta as a powerful wave shot through her, and she launched herself into the taller 'droid, holding her tight. 

"Oh!" shouted Brisket, caught off-guard by the redhead's reaction. It seemed that dealing with another android to get what she wanted was not going to be as difficult as she'd expected. She may have come to devour a man, but this "Marta" was turning out to be a most delicious appetizer. Confused and nearly trembling, it felt good having the creature clinging to her. But would she ultimately be able to shrug off her primary commands? Brisket hoped so; it would be a shame to have to eliminate the cocktail 'droid. That was a decision she'd have to make later. Brisket savored the feel of Marta's body pressed against hers, and her she-meat began. 

Just as the flush of sensations that had overcome Marta began to ebb, she felt something begin to press against her stomach, as if a rolled-up hand towel was slowly being slid up her belly. Brisket's hands reached around and grabbed Marta's ass cheeks. The object against her tummy continued to grow, and she realized just what kind of woman the taller android was built to be.

"That's right, sweetie," said Brisket, pressing herself back and forth against Marta, who loosened her embrace but did not let go.

"I need to complete my instructions..." she said, making an attempt to open the elevator doors. The did not open.

"He's not going anywhere," said Brisket as she lowered herself until her head was even with the top Marta's skirt. Hoisting the short black garment up, Brisket was pleased by the dark, lacy panty that she had felt earlier.

"My programming...I won't be able to..." began Marta before she felt Brisket's lips and tongue begin to tease her through her underwear. Brisket still had her hands on the 'droid's ass, and she pulled her meal in closer. "...ohhhhh....." moaned the redhead, only vaguely aware now that she had a task to accomplish.

"Don't worry about a thing," said Brisket as she slid Marta's underwear down her stockings to reveal her glistening slit. "Just try to stay quiet, do EXACTLY what I tell you to do, and the man will be pleased. Your instructions will be fulfilled. Understand? "

For an answer, the smaller android put her hands down on Brisket's head and pushed it back into her muff. The blonde dynamo was pleased by her quarry's assent and began administering pleasure, confident now that there wouldn't be any problems from this eager 'droid.

Where the hell was she?

Nick was beginning to lose patience, though he didn't really have any grounds to complain. He'd pissed off the casino by making a scene, and this was probably their way of punishing him. He thought he'd heard the elevator come up, but that had been nearly twenty minutes before. The extra wait hadn't made him any less horny, and when his fuck 'droid did arrive, he was going to unload himself on her like a cannon.

But they had to send the 'droid. There was no way that he was going to leave several million in cash in the room safe if the 'droid wasn't there. Too big a chance that something could go wrong. He was starting to consider contacting the VP of the casino when the elevator doors slid open.

"It's about..." said Nick, pausing before saying "...time" because the red-haired android, looking slightly disheveled, had walked into the penthouse suite hand in hand with an utterly gorgeous blonde 'droid. Nick was certain he hadn't seen her in the casino, or she would have certainly been his pick for the night.

"Well, well, well," said Nick as the duo approached him. His passion already overripe, he began to undo his belt and pants. "Who's first?" 

"You are," said the blonde 'droid, stopping in place. The redhead continued walking to him, and Nick noticed that she had an almost animal gleam in her eyes. She looked nearly as horny as he was, and had the smell of sex about her. Smoothly and swiftly, the 'droid swept Nick's pants and boxers down to his ankles, and her lips and mouth quickly enveloped his swollen glans.

"Woah, woah, woah..." said Nick as the mass of orange hair began to bob below him. "Slow it down..." Nick tried to push her head away, or at least slow down her ministrations, but the cocktail 'droid could not be swayed. Nick wanted to enjoy the blowjob a little before decorating the inside of the 'droid's mouth, and it took all of his concentration not to let go as her lips and tongue slurped, pressed, and slid along his shaft. The blonde android looked on, seemingly on the verge of laughing.

"You can stop now, Marta," she said, and not a moment too soon. Immediately the redhead detached herself from him and stood up. Nick's feelings went swiftly from relief to confusion to anger. Who was this blonde 'droid, and why was she calling the shots?

"Maybe I didn't want her to stop," said Nick, cock in hand. The redhead wiped her mouth and turned away from him. "Hey!" Nick shouted, grabbing her arm. Marta whipped around and gave him a cold, teasing glare that enraged the horny man.

"Who said this was about *your* pleasure?" said the blonde, walking around them to a sitting area well behind them. Nick watched in outrage as the 'droid seated herself serenely on an overstuffed couch and put her hand to her crotch. Marta released herself from the man's grip and stood defiantly before him.

"Fuck this," said Nick, moving forward and shoving the redhead 'droid. Marta stumbled to the ground as Nick turned towards Brisket. "I'm fucking you instead."

Hatred began welling up inside of Brisket as the man came towards her. It was a blind, unreasoning feeling that went beyond what she knew about him and how he treated 'droids. When she saw his face, it was as if it was on a "wanted" poster.

"Marta, grab him," she said calmly as the man closed within a few paces of her. With cat-like swiftness the spurned 'droid sprang up from the ground and landed on the man's back before he even knew what direction she was coming from.

"Hey!" he shouted as Marta forced him to the ground under her. With super-human strength she had him on his knees, pushing his head down to the ground as she stayed on top of him. Brisket smiled at the sight. It looked to her like a devout man praying to her on the ground. The red-headed android was draped over him like a shawl, freezing him in his balled-up position.

"If you get to fuck at all," said Brisket, moving her foot forward to work the toe of her shoe around his face ", it will be at MY discretion." She kicked his forehead lightly with the flat of her shoe, Marta keeping him in place as he flinched. Nick's anger was quickly being displaced by fear. He'd finally gone too far and pissed off too many people, and now he was going to pay. Head down to the ground, he could feel the redhead 'droid above him begin to grind herself against his ass like a dog demonstrating superiority. It was humiliating, being dry-humped by a cocktail 'droid, but he was powerless to resist.

"Very good, Marta," said Brisket as she watched the worked-up droid mashing herself against the man's exposed ass. "You are doing well."

"Thank you, Brisket," said Marta, whose pleasure centers were alive with color as she dominated the man. The man stopped resisting, making the experience even sweeter for now. Part of her brain was telling her that this was counter to instructions, but she had accepted Brisket's primacy; Marta's success of failure were dependant on the blonde android's say-so.

"Your name is 'Brisket'?" asked Nick as Marta's slick cunt continued to dab at his ass. Although resigned to his fate, hearing the android's name broke him out of his stupor. 

"As far as you're concerned, my name is 'God'," she said. The man looked helpless before her, but Brisket's hatred for him had not diminished. Making a few quick calculations, she decided that he was now under control. "Stop now, Marta," she said. This redhead was turning out to be a pleasant surprise, she thought, as Marta slowly stood up from the prone man.

Nick sat up, slowly, unsure of what to expect. Brisket sat before him, one hand under her skirt, working herself he was sure. He could sense that the other 'droid was still behind him, and could hear the sound of fingers sliding slowly in and out of a moist hole. The blonde android smiled pleasantly and pat her hand on the cushion next to her: "come here." Nick knew better than to disobey, and he unfolded himself and sat down on the couch, joints aching from the way they'd been compressed under Marta's weight. Brisket hadn't bothered to move her hand as he'd sat down, and Nick flinched as gave a little wriggle.

"Oh!" he said in surprise. In front of him, the redhead 'droid still had a hungry expression on her face as she probed herself. Nick's cock seemed to double in hardness.

"You want dick, don't you?" said Brisket to Marta, who nodded. "Take off your top."

As slowly as she could manage, Marta unbuttoned her gauzy blouse and then made quick work of her lacy white bra. Out bounced a shapely pair of breasts that were perfectly proportioned to her slender body. Looking at her this way, Nick was further humiliated that such a delicate-looking, feminine figure could have so completely subdued him. The hand under his ass goosed him.

"Worship her. Do not penetrate in any way. Now," she said, just as a finger dabbed at his ass. Nick didn't need any additional prompting, although a powerful ache had shot through him when Brisket's digit teased his butthole. The thought left his head as he stood up and brought his hands to Marta's breasts. 

They felt as good as they looked, and Nick enjoyed the sounds she made as he pressed, squeezed, and teased her breasts...her neck...the gentle curve of her hips. He'd never found his pleasure this way with a 'droid before; always he'd followed his own whims for himself. Maybe he had nothing to fear after all. Maybe this was just a very nuanced bit of programming on the casino's part. If it was, he'd have to make sure that the person responsible got a little extra.

"Bend over in front of him, Marta," said Brisket from the couch. "It's time."

Thank god! thought Nick. He'd built up enough back pressure to hose down a car on fire from fifty feet. Marta gave him a curious, sly look before turning around. Nick drank in the curve of her shoulders and back, and admired the way her hips and ass joined together with her long legs. And as she bent over, her fuzzy red treasure box presented itself as a perfectly sculpted jewel of a cushion. As Nick's fingertips slid onto her hips, he heard Brisket rise behind him.

"Not her cunt," she said. He could hear the blonde 'droid shed her clothes, and then felt the warmth of her body against his. Brisket's tits were much more generous than Marta's, just on the large side of "natural". A hand reached around and smeared a white, oozing fluid down Marta's crack and over her asshole. The hand then took hold of his penis and lined it up against her star. "You go here."

Nick was fond of fucking 'droids up the ass. He liked the way they sometimes screamed and moaned, and it was something that most women he'd known wouldn't let him do. An image of the redhead 'droid mounted on top of him flashed in his mind, bringing back some of his old anger.

Below him, Marta was feeling both frustrated and confused. Since they'd entered the suite, she'd experienced pleasure in amazing new ways, just as Brisket had promised shortly before opening the elevator doors. Before tonight, being fucked in the ass would have been just another instruction for her to complete, no different from being told to pick up a piece of litter. But Marta was no longer certain who she was expected to obey. And for the first time ever, she had had real pleasure of her own. She'd had the man under HER will. SHE had been pleased by HIM. 

"Payback time," said Nick, pressing his cock head against her star. Marta's brain swirled with new sensations. This one is...anger? That one...betrayal? Was she supposed to please him, like her original instructions said? What did Brisket want from her? Was it still valid? Marta clenched her hole tight. Somehow, frustration was no longer a distant idea -- it was real and looming like a thundercloud.

Nick, too, was feeling frustrated. After being dominated by the 'droids, he was finally going to get his way, and the idiot redhead was refusing entry. The tits against his back felt nice, but it wasn't good enough.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" he said, slapping the 'droid hard on her ass. A hand shot to his throat and gripped it, hard.

"Don't...do...that...AGAIN," hissed Brisket's voice in his ear. Nick struggled for breath, and then the hand let go. Below him, Marta felt a twinge of electric pleasure as she remembered a key part of her instructions. She smiled wide as everything became clear to her. Brisket lined Nick's cock up against her hole once more.

"Let him in, dear," she said.

"Yes, Brisket," replied the fiery-haired 'droid. The fear that Nick had felt earlier had reappeared in his stomach briefly, but his frustration overwhelmed it. 

"This is how it's done," said Nick, pushing forward ", when you actually *have* a cock." Marta gave a little yip as her puckered hole began to give way to his glans. Nick again remembered how she had shamed him, and he sent himself in swiftly.

"AAAAHHHhhh!" shouted Marta, processors exploding with what she perceived as real pain. Nick's eyes lit up, and he savored the moment, viewing Marta's android body as if it were now a puppet of his cock inside her.

"Goddamn 'droid," he said, grasping her hips in preparation.

"Keep him inside," said Brisket behind him. Immediately, he felt Marta's hole clench his penis tight. Now something throbbing was slipping between his legs.

"Let me go," said Nick as he tried unsuccessfully to pull out. The thing between his legs, hot and smooth, slid under his balls. Brisket's arms reached around his and grasped Marta's hips, overlapping Nick's own hands. Brisket's breath was hot in his ear.

"Now...now..." sighed Marta. She wanted penetration, and felt denied of it for too long. Brisket had teased her in the elevator, sliding her thick tool along her slit, but never poking through. Once again, Brisket was knocking at her door.

"Don't go anywhere, Nick," said Brisket as she teased the rim of Marta's hole with her fat head. "Because I'm not done with you."

Just as it dawned on Nick what was happening, Marta let out a noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream, starting low and throaty, but finishing with a shrill soprano screech. As Brisket's ass pressed against his, he felt the fleshy pole slide forward into Marta's cunt, making her body tense up. The pressure around his cock increased all around, and especially from below, and it felt like he would pop like a tube of toothpaste in the hands of a gorilla. 

"I'm going to cum!" shouted Nick as Brisket began to slide back out.

"I don't care!" said Brisket, beginning her rhythm as if the man wasn't between her and her fuck. By her third stroke, the man's body was spasming, and she knew that he had sprayed himself into the smaller 'droid. From the high, choked-off sounds that Marta was making, she could tell that it wouldn't be long for the other android, either.

Nick had never experienced an orgasm so intense, and his whole body went limp. The friction of Brisket's she-meat pushing up against his balls prolonged the sensations, and the giggling and pressing of her tits was still an exciting massage. Gone limp, his penis managed to exit Marta's hole, bringing with it a few gobs of his goo.

"I...I...I..." repeated Marta as Brisket's pace quickened. She knew that the man had come inside her, fulfilling the first part of her instructions, and she let herself be pushed higher and higher into hot, bright pleasure. Just as Brisket changed her angle in a most unexpected but pleasant way, the man's hands began to massage her tits...

"AAAAHhhhhh....." she wailed, experiences her first true orgasm. 

"Don't stop massaging her," instructed Brisket as she pulled out. Nick was wallowing a pleasant haze himself, and had no notion of releasing Marta's tits. The hard pole backed out from between his legs, and the firm breasts came up from his back. Then something warm and wet was lapping at his asshole.

"Ho, now!" said Nick, stand bolt upright and spinning around. As he did, his penis slapped Brisket across the nose, spattering her cheek with cum. She scowled up at him.

"I told you not to stop massaging her," she said, wiping her face with her hand and smearing back onto Nick's leg. "Now turn back around."

"Ohhhh, no..." said Nick, walking a few steps. Marta lowered herself to the floor, panting. "I'm not turning my back on you again." For the first time, Nick saw what Brisket looked like, and he couldn't help staring. Attached to the buxom blonde's body was a rigid tube of flesh the likes of which he'd only ever seen in pornography. For a brief moment he considered her, and the warm tingling feeling in his gut returned. But he shook the thought out of his head.

"It felt good, didn't it?" said Brisket, cradling her balls in one hand. "You can be my little BITCH." Nick backed away another step, trying not to watch as Brisket began to stroke herself, her smooth skin bunching up and releasing as her hand moved along her glistening rod.

"Look, you've done your job," said Nick, walking over to a duffel bag that was parked in a nearby corner. "I'll just put the money in the safe and we'll all be on our way."

As she watched the man move, she remembered how much she hated him. How dare he? She'd let him use his little tool. Wasn't *he* satisfied? She wasn't some servant. She was Brisket. 

Her cock began to deflate as she stood thinking. How dare Donna dismiss her, sending her out to satisfy herself with a cocktail 'droid and a Nax dealer? A leech on society. Not that she cared for human society. And how could this man deny Marta her pleasure? He wouldn't be missed by anyone.

"Marta, your work isn't done yet. Go sit on the couch," said Brisket smoothly. Still in a daze, the 'droid half-crawled onto the sofa. "You," she said to Nick "You're going to go sit with her. If she wants you to be her fucking teddy bear, you're going to do it. Got it?"

"What's the combination?" said Nick in reply. He was standing in front of a very substantial-looking safe in a corner of the suite. Brisket's eyes flashed. Clearly he didn't understand why she was here.

"12-58-37-42-19," said Brisket, shocking herself. She hadn't looked it up. Or had she? Looking at the man, her hatred began simmering again. He opened the safe and put half of the contents of the duffel into the safe. 

"Tell the big man that this is for the 'droid tech," said Nick as he tossed one more stack of cash into the vault. "This was amazing." The man came back over towards Brisket to retrieve his clothes. Marta was curled up on the couch, arms together and running between her breasts to her crotch. 

"I told you to sit on the couch," said Brisket in an agitated voice. 

"That's real cute," said Nick as he reached down to pick up his boxers. "I was real convinced for a while there."

Brisket had had quite enough. As the man stood back up, she shot her hand out and captured his balls.

"AHHHhhh!" cried Nick, dropping his clothes. The android was squeezing too hard for comfort, and her blonde hair tickled his face as she talked straight into him.

"This is not a game," she said, twisting. The man's face turned bright red. "Get on the FUCKING couch." Brisket released him, and the man moved as swiftly as he could to Marta, who sat up and opened up her arms and legs for him to sit in front of her. Nick took his seat, and Marta closed herself around him, pressing her breasts up and back against him.

Although comfortable, Nick was getting scared again. There was no reason in the world for him to be here right now. He was not a toy for robots. Something was very, very wrong.

"Should I kiss him now?" asked Marta as she undulated her body against the man. Something in the tone of her voice alarmed Nick.

"No," said Brisket, moving to stand in front of them. "I told you I'd help you out."

"Awwwww..." whined Marta playfully, closing her arms around Nick's chest.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Nick, making a move to get up. Marta held fast. Brisket sat before them on her knees, her sizeable penis resting atop her thighs.

"You fucked up one time too many," said Brisket. "The syndicate wanted to give you a little scare. Marta here was instructed to suffocate you within an inch of your life."

Nick's heart jumped and his body froze. Why was she telling him this? "Well, I was pretty scared for a while," said Nick. "I can assure you I won't mess up again."

"That's nice," said Brisket, sitting up and reaching out for Nick's cock. The man flinched as she took it in her hand, but her touch was gentle and he began to stir to life again. "What do you think, Marta? Does he deserve to live?"

The words managed to penetrate the 'droid's pleasure cocoon, and her processors went over the situation. Had she pleased the man? Yes. Had he deposited the funds in the safe? Yes. Had she scared him within an inch of his life? This must be what the other android was asking.

"Inconclusive," said Marta, planting a gentle kiss on Nick's back. Brisket began to stroke his cock, and the man began to get excited again, despite himself.

"Inconclusive," repeated Brisket. To his horror, Nick noticed that the android's own penis was beginning to harden. "I don't think 'inconclusive' is good enough, do you, dear?"

"Nooooo," said Marta, who began to rub the man's chest and nipples. 

"I was scared to death! I swear!" said Nick in a near-panic as Brisket moved in closer. As Marta held him tight, Brisket walked between his legs up on her knees. Her cock was now bobbing before her. "You can't do this! The syndicate can't do this!"

"I don't work for the syndicate," said Brisket, giving the man's cock an uncomfortable tug. "You want to fuck me with this right now, don't you?"

"No, no!" said Nick reflexively.

"Liar!" shouted Brisket, slapping him hard across the face.

"OW!" shouted Nick. "Okay, okay...Yes. Yes, I'd like to fuck you."

"SMACK!*

"OWW! What was that for? Hey!"

Brisket had shoved Nick's legs up and moved forward so that his calves rested up on her shoulders. She had total control over his fate, this insignificant man. With a quick adjustment, his hole was in position for her.

"What are you doing? Why?" said Nick, panicked. As curious as he was about the feelings in his stomach, the android's size and intent were clearly not designed for his comfort or pleasure.

"First question: I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied," said Brisket, pressing herself to his hole. Lubricating fluid flowed onto him. He would not resist long. Nick heard Marta's breathing pick up behind him, and she began to grind her body against him with more vigor. She was enjoying it. Nick had never felt anything like the pressure against his anus, and then, impossibly, Brisket charged through.

"NOOOOOAAAAAA...!!!!"

Brisket savored the agony on the man's face as she popped her head inside him. It was only the tip, but she knew that it felt like a bowling ball to him. Just as it appeared that he was getting comfortable, she moved herself in further, causing fresh screams.

Nick had nearly passed out at the initial thrust, and after the first aftershock. The blonde android with the large breasts was inside him now, and to his surprise, he began to acclimate to the pressure as the sting faded. Another inch...he could take it...further inside...

"So how do YOU like it?" whispered Marta into his ear as the thick flesh penetrated him. All he could do was whimper. His body began to relax in her arms, and it was pleasant to watch Brisket send herself through the man. Out she slid, tits jiggling, only to slip back in smoothly. With each movement and stroke the man made strange accordion sounds. Marta wished that she could have treated the man the same way, and found that she could imagine it.

Brisket was once again in her element, swimming in human flesh. Confident now that he would remain conscious, she drove herself into him, using her whole body to set the rhythm. Every piece of her existence was alive as she took the man who was helpless before her. That the other android was appreciative was an added bonus, but she barely cared. She began to peak, and backed herself out to contain the sensation.

"Let go of him," said Brisket, and Marta complied. Feeling shock, fear, and pleasure at once, he felt himself plucked from the couch and plopped down, prone, on the floor. 

Brisket savored the sight before her for a moment before landing on top of him again, draping herself completely atop him as she drove her hips in and out. She noticed that Marta was masturbating, and turned their bodies to give her the best view. What Nick didn't know was that Brisket hadn't put herself completely in yet, which she then did with a mighty thrust.

"OOOOHHHHHHH!" he shouted as stars re-appeared in his eyes. Marta began to work herself furiously. One, two, THREE thrusts and Brisket held herself inside. Nick felt like he had exploded a thousand times, and imagined that his entire body was nothing more than a bloody smudge. Hands closed around his throat.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Although throbbing inside him, the woman's penis had ceased moving.

"I'm going to kill you."

Pressure built on his windpipe, and he could not reply. This must be part of the scare tactic. He'd be fine. Brisket's penis began to take its pleasure from him again, and his eyes began to dim. 

"I work for no one. I'm here only to fuck you and kill you."

Marta stopped frigging herself. A powerful shock had coursed through her. Something was wrong. This was wrong. Very wrong. The android Brisket really was going to kill the man. She will have failed. Unacceptable. Unable to send a message. The man's body was entirely tense as Brisket continued to pound him, hands firm around his neck.

"Stop," said Marta in a low voice, and then louder. "Stop!"

Brisket barely heard her through the hatred in her mind. She would kill him. She would kill him. He had been pleased. He deposited the money. She would kill him. She would kill him. She would kill him.

"STOP!"

Marta threw herself forward, breaking Brisket's grip on the man's throat. With a hoarse gasp he captured life-giving air and managed to crawl off as Marta wrestled with the furious blonde android. The much larger Brisket was quickly on top of Marta, and inserted herself roughly into her. Marta's eyes rolled back as Brisket thrust herself quickly and cruelly.

"DON'T--EVER--TELL--ME--WHAT--TO--DO--"

Nick watched in horror as the busty droid brought her hands to Marta's head and began to squeeze. Brisket's ass was a blur the whole time as she shuttled her penis in and out of the dying android.

"WHY?!" shouted Nick, unable to comprehend the horror before him. "WHY?! WHYYY?!"

All of a sudden, something clicked in Brisket's mind. Why? Why was he here tonight? Why did he hate the man Nick so much? Why had she known the combination of the safe? Brisket stopped moving and let go of Marta's head. The smaller android did not move. She looked over at the man.

"I...I don't know," she said, shocked. As she looked at him, she felt the hate welling up again, but found that she could beat it back down. She wasn't here by her own free will at all. 

She was here to do someone else's dirty work.

There was a loud knock at the elevator, which Brisket had locked out. "Open up! Police! Open up!"

In an instant, Brisket knew that she'd been set up. But how? By whom? Stepping up and away from the lifeless android, she looked all around for an escape. She knew there was an emergency stairwell, but they'd get her. She looked out the window. Fifty stories up. The fall would kill her. She checked her knowledge of the grounds. 

She had to try. 

With a bang the elevator door blew open, and Brisket sprang into action. 

"You! Stop!" shouted one of several armor-clad people. They were not police officers. And with the swiftness of the fastest neural processors ever created, Brisket turned, accelerated, and hurtled through the large window there at the top of the fifty story hotel, shattering it and launching herself into the night sky...