Part 9: Brisket's Gift
by Sol Oliver

Something had happened down in the cellar, Donna and George both knew. For two days they hadn't seen the android Brisket -- not even for a short moment. Of course, neither one of them was complaining. After the android had fucked them both nearly two weeks before, leaving George beaten and spent, they both felt like a line had been crossed. George and Donna were, at best, an inconvenience to the android. And the only thing keeping them safe from the robot's insane lust was the fact that Brisket's basic programming still listed Donna as her master. And while her intelligence had mutated to the point where she was self-directed, the android must still, at some level, obey Donna. It was this fact that had probably saved George's life.

George was feeling much better after being nursed back to health by his wife. They didn't talk much. They both wanted the nightmare to end, but were deathly afraid that Brisket might overhear their conversations and freak out. George never left the bedroom, and Donna only left to get food from the kitchen. Brisket had locked all of the doors and windows.

But something had happened down in the cellar. 

"Do you think it's safe?" asked George, sitting up in bed. He winced. While he could now get up and walk around, it took a long time for cracked ribs to heal completely. George watched the morning light splash across his wife's face, filling him with hope. 

"I'm not sure," said Donna, petting his head before getting up from her sitting position and walking to the bedroom door. There was no sound coming from the rest of the house. "I'll go check."

"No!"

"It's okay," said Donna reassuringly, tightening her satin robe around her waist. "Now don't go anywhere."

"Very funny," said George as Donna walked into the hall. 

Donna moved cautiously through the hall, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. Not a sound. There was no evidence that anyone had been in the house at all. Except for one thing. A wooden box had been placed on the kitchen table. There was a note attached that read "Why so glum? Have some fun. - B." Donna knew that inside the box was a cybernetic cock that had been specially created for her. And she had used it once, the same evening that Brisket freaked out, but it had disappeared after that. Donna figured this must be the android's way of letting her know that there was nothing to worry about -- at least for now. 

It *had* felt quite good to use the engineered penis. Despite the fear and tension when she fucked her husband with it, there was no denying how powerful the feeling was. And during George's recuperation, Donna had blown him a few times to help make him feel better (and it did seem to cheer him up.) But he was much better now. Not well enough for him to fuck her -- not with his ribs still aching. But with the contents of the box...

"All's clear," said Donna, re-appearing at the bedroom door. George was puzzled by the smile on his wife's face, and saw that she held something behind her back.

"So Brisket isn't around?" he asked. Donna slinked up to the bed, sat down next to him, and placed one of his hands under her robe and onto her left tit. 

"Forget about her for now," said Donna, enjoying the feel of her man's hand on her breast. "I need some." Donna leaned in and kissed George hard.

"Ow!" shouted George. Donna's elbow had bumped against his ribs, sending dull pain all along his flank. Donna backed off of him. "I'm not sure what I can do for you," he said. George certainly wanted to fuck his wife, but he just wasn't capable of much movement. She had been very good to him while he was recovering, and he did want to please her.

"I have an idea," said the diminutive woman, pulling a wooden box from behind her back. George had never seen it before, but as Donna opened the lid, he began to realize what it contained.

"Ohhhh...." he said as Donna lifted the prosthetic organ from the mini-crate. It was completely limp and flopped down over her open hand like a beanie baby -- but this toy was made for stuffing George's ass. Donna placed the robo-cock back in the box, set it down in front of her husband, moved to the center of the bed, and sat down facing him with her knees apart. Her robe parted just enough for George to see the inside of her right thigh. He wanted to touch her. 

"I know you want me right now," said Donna, parting her robe. George's wife's perky breasts came into view, as did her fleshy muff. "But you're too weak to take me." Donna could see George's wood popping up under the bed sheet. George tried to lean forward, but winced from the pain. "So sad," said Donna, absently fingering herself. She wanted to tease and torture him a bit to get him worked up. It was working. She crawled back towards him, picked up the box, and handed it to him.

"Help me put this on," said Donna, "because I've sucked *your* dick enough already."

Donna walked on her knees until she straddled George across his thighs, hands on hips. The organ in his hands perked up, as if it could "smell" its nest nearby. As he brought it towards his wife's crotch it began to wriggle, and what looked like stubby tentacles were oozing from the base just behind the testicles. Now it was practically thrashing, and George dropped it.

"Oh!" he yipped as it thunked down onto his belly. Like a snake it moved around in a circle. For a moment the robo-prick looked disoriented, pausing for a moment around George's belly button. Tentacles began to extend onto its rim. "Oh, no you don't!" he yelled, snatching up the penis and pushing it away. The shaft made contact with Donna's pooter, and instantly the cock aligned itself with balls back and head forward.

Donna grabbed George's hand as she watched the engineered penis begin its procedure. Small tendrils felt along her cunt's edges, stopping once they'd found a particular spot. Two, four, seven of them hitched on, sending strange sparks up her spine. It was like dozens of threads were stitching the base of the penis to her vaginal lips, and it was both scary and exciting. George watched the shaft extend out along his belly, still flaccid, as the docking procedure unfolded. Soon, he realized, he would accept this tool into his body as an extension of his wife's love. 

Now the fleshy threads shortened as the penis drew itself to Donna's crotch. "OH!" the woman cried as a thick tongue pressed into her, and she squeezed her husband's hand tight. Like the first time, she felt as if her vagina were a cast being filled with a firm but fluid substance. Thousands of pinpricks assaulted her, and she closed her eyes. 

Aside from his hand being squeezed purple, the only evidence George could see of the fusing of flesh and prosthetic was the way the artificial penis was flopping around, as if it too were being flooded with sensations. Donna's face calmed just as the cock stopped moving, and George felt the grip on his hand loosen. Donna opened her eyes and looked down her tits at her husband. Her cock lay along his belly, pointing towards his mouth. George saw lust in his wife's eyes and brought his hand towards her clit extension. 

"Ah-ah!" chided Donna, gently moving his hand away. "Lay down and stay still."

George lay down and put his hands at his sides, wincing a bit as he went. Donna crawled forward on her hands and knees, tits swinging into her husband's face as she let her cock drag along his belly. Donna leaned down and squeezed her breasts together over George's face, and felt his lips grope her flesh. "Good. Gooood," said Donna, kneading her tits together, pressing her nipples against George's nose or against his lips when she wanted more stimulation. There was a warm surge in her crotch, and she leaned back again. "Someone wants to see you again," she said, standing up on her knees.

As his wife stood up, the full length of her organ dangled down in front of George's face. It was in the early stages of erection, thickened a bit but still quite soft. Even as it was, one large vein stood out, pulsing softly. Donna swung her hips a bit, making her cock dance in a little circle. Rocking forward, she let it tap against his chin. The contact made her tingle. It was like her clit had been transformed into a gigantic, fleshy tube. And much bigger than George's. 

"Hi there, little man," said Donna in a sultry voice as she let her penis graze over George's face. "I'm your wife's cock. And if you want her to be happy, you're going to let me do whatever I want." George closed his eyes as the spongy cock head lolled against his left eye and then down the side of his nose. George was getting hard, excited that his wife was turned on.

"Whatever you want," said George. Now two hefty, fleshy sacs settled down on top of his mouth. Donna's semi-rigid shaft arranged itself up his nose to his forehead.

"These are my two good friends," said Donna in her penis voice. "And if you please your wife, they'll give you a gift." A gooey gift, George knew. The skin of the artificial scrotum tensed and relaxed as George made slight movements with his lips. It was quite warm. As he looked up, he marveled at how well the organ fit, nestled between her labial lips. "But enough about them," said Donna's penis as the testes slid down his chin and along his neck. 

Donna guided her girl-meat to slide down George's face and along his lips until her helmet-like head rested there. Bringing her hands down to support her weight on George's shoulders, she rubbed the head up and down a few times, waves of beckoning pleasure streaking to her brain. "Suck the head," she said, sitting up so that her long tool hung straight down at George's mouth.

George opened his mouth and the meaty bulb dropped down between his lips. Above her tits, his wife sneered down at him, arms folding up behind her head. George closed his lips around the warm flesh, and Donna closed her eyes and let out a little gasp. The object in his mouth throbbed, and George began to suck.

"Yeah....umm..." moaned Donna, bringing her arms down to massage her breasts. She could feel herself hardening, and was ready for more. "Work my shaft, baby." Donna rocked forward slowly and watched her cock disappear into her husband's mouth. George dutifully obeyed, and Donna was awash in urgent pleasure as his lips and tongue pleased her. George relished the tiny gasps and moans that came from his wife, and it spurred him on to please her. It was just like when he ate her out, but he knew that at some point, the organ that he was working on would demand more. George's wife pulled her girl tool out of his mouth. Her gently rounded abdomen rose and fell with her shallow breathing, as did her firm, compact breasts. George could see the desire and frustration on her face as she looked down at him, wondering how she could get the satisfaction she wanted without hurting his still-aching ribs.

"Don't worry, honey," said George, sitting up with some effort, ignoring his pain. "A little pain is worth your pleasure to me." George motioned for his wife to back away, gritting his teeth as he rolled himself over.

"Please don't hurt yourself..." protested Donna, though her muscles were telling her to pounce as her husband positioned himself for her.

"Does it turn you on?" he asked, leaning down over two pillows as he lifted his ass in the air. 

"Yes."

"Then go ahead," said George. "Take me."

Donna's heart raced  as she mentally prepared to mount her husband. She would feel his insides, using her mechanical penis to take them both to heights of pleasure. Now she understood George's urgency so well -- how hard it was not to just plunge right in! But he was always a kind lover, and Donna took a gentle but firm hold of his hips, cock bobbing into place against his ass. George felt his wife press against his hole and relaxed in preparation for her entry.

"I'm going to enjoy this," said Donna, gripping George tighter as she began to push her hips forward. But before she could even get her head inside George's warm hole, an arm reached around and pulled her back, and a hand encircled her throbbing super-clit.

"Enjoy THIS," said Brisket's voice from behind her. Donna felt the hand tighten around her penis, and it began to stroke hard and fast.

"No, stop!" protested Donna as urgent pleasure began to rise up inside her. Brisket kept hold of the woman as she squirmed. Part of her wanted to release her to take her man, but she had other plans for George. She stroked Donna harder and squeezed.

"AHHHHH!" shouted Donna as a stream of cum splattered against George's ass like Elmer's glue.

"Hey!" yelled George as he felt the hot goo ooze down his cheeks and down his crack. Brisket continued to stroke the woman until every drop of cum had been wrung from her meat tube.

"..Ohhh...ohhh....shit!" said Donna as carnal desire slipped away from her mind. 

*Thhhhhock!* went her penis as Brisket pulled it out of her twat. The android spun her around and placed the slick organ in her hands.

"Here you are, my dear," said Brisket, moving the woman aside in order to pull George from the bed.

"Owwww!" cried George as he was hoisted up from his submissive position. Fire shot through his ribs.

"Don't worry, boy," said Brisket, "you'll get yours soon enough."

"Brisket!" protested Donna to the sweats-clad android.

"Don't worry," she said, turning to face her, George in tow. The bulge in her sweat pants was moving upwards. "You'll get yours, too." Brisket hustled out of the room, and the door slammed shut behind her. Donna stood alone in the bedroom, worried for herself and George equally.

Brisket went easier on George than she might have. She was aware of his physical condition, and only used enough force to keep him moving down to the cellar lab. Things had been going reasonably well with Twinkie, her new creation. She and Sanjay had spent their days working out the 'droid's kinks, running tests and replacing the occasional part. But with a few days worth of testing to go, Twinkie had become more difficult to control. Like a toddler, she had discovered the ability to say "no", but unlike a tyke she had the strength of a bodybuilder. Several times it had taken all of Brisket's energy and guile to keep Twinkie restrained, and they even went to the trouble of building a Plexiglas pen so that if the android broke her bonds, she would not be able to harm any of the room's sensitive equipment.

But today, Brisket came up with a solution. Sanjay had been telling her about a niece of his who acted the same way when her parents took her to a restaurant. But since they let the child bring her favorite teddy bear with her, they hadn't had any problems. 

"I think I can find dear little Twinkie a teddy bear," Brisket had said to Sanjay as she went upstairs. And now was the moment of truth. Would Twinkie take to him? Or would it be business as usual? 

George had been growing steadily more nervous as he was led to the lab. The pain in his ribs was bearable, though, and he tried to relax his mind as he reached the bottom of the basement stairs. But the sight of a Silence of the Lambs-style cell along one end of his basement made his gut drop. The beautiful blonde android Twinkie was pacing back and forth as close to the Plexiglas as her tethering restraints would allow, about fifteen feet back and forth. Brisket moved George in front of her, hands on his shoulders, and walked him forward towards the caged-off part of the basement. George saw that the gurney was in one corner, and the restraining ropes gathered near the other. There were no other items in the cell.

"Twin-kieeee!" cooed Brisket as she massaged George's shoulders. "I have something for youuuu!" 

George knew he should run, but also knew there was no point in trying. The blonde 'droid in the cage stopped pacing and turned to face him. Her cold blue eyes met his full on, and her face held a pouting anger. George gulped and tried to smile. The android's restraining ropes slackened, pressed herself up against the clear wall to get the closest possible view, mashing her round tits against the plexi surface. Despite his fear, he was turned on by the sexiness of the robot's body. Every curve promised cunning excitement, and her proportions were perfect to his eye.

"His name is George," said Brisket, running her hands along his naked body. Twinkie watched Brisket caress him with fascination and looked up at her with suspicion. 

"George for Twinkie?" she asked. The 'droid's eyes returned to George's body, which seemed to be of great interest to her. Sanjay stood at a desk watching and was reminded of how his niece acted. Sure enough, if anyone had something presented as desirable, her niece would want it too.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" asked George as Brisket fiddled with his cock. "I mean, is it safe?" George felt the 'droid's cock lodge along his crack.

"You can take your chances with me instead," said Brisket. 

"Twinkie want," said the new 'droid, smiling now. Brisket licked George from his shoulder to his ear. Stepping back, Twinkie put a hand in her crotch. "Twinkie waaaant...." George watched as the energetic 'droid began working her fingers in and out of her well-tailored twat. Slick and inviting. Brisket's cock wiggled in between George's crack and jabbed uncomfortably at his tailbone. He knew she would not be gentle. Decision made.

"I think Twinkie is...um..," said George, losing concentration as he watched the blonde robot grind herself, "um...she's really sweet." Twinkie's face was flushed red as she looked at George and masturbated. Brisket walked George to the far right of the penned-off area.

"Good boy," she said to the man, patting him lightly on the ass. "Restraints," said Brisket. The android Twinkie was quickly and smoothly wrangled to the back wall by the thin ropes attached to bands on her ankles and wrists. 

"Grrrrr!" growled Twinkie as she struggled. But it was a battle she had lost before, and this time was no different. The restraints held her fast to the wall in a spread-eagle. "Twinkie hate Brisket! Hate! Hate!"

"You'll love me in a moment," said Brisket. "Cell door," she said, and a seam appeared in the clear wall. Opening the new door, Brisket pushed George through.

"Hey, wait!" he shouted, ribs aching again and no longer sure he made the right choice. The door closed behind him and disappeared back into the rest of the clear wall. Twinkie smiled big and struggled against her restraints anew. New toy! Though she could not move her arms or legs more than a few inches, her whole body writhed with the effort. George was spellbound by her body and very much wanted to touch her, even if he was frightened. He started to get hard. Brisket noticed.

"Now, now, George," she said. "Don't you exert yourself too much. You still need to heal. Sanjay?!"

"Yeah," said the 'tech, who had been watching the scene with clinical interest. 

"I have some other...business...to attend to," said Brisket, who was watching her own cock thicken. Soon she would sink it into woman's flesh. Soon. "Make sure that 'bot doesn't kill George." And off she went.

"Will do," said Sanjay, turning back to his computer. "The security sequences *should* work."

"Should?!" hollered George. Twinkie was starting to look frustrated, and that couldn't be good for him.

"Relax," said the genius technician. "Sensors read all motion and sound. A program I wrote myself analyzes the data, and will activate the restraints as needed. Just holler and you're all set."

"What if I can't speak?" asked George, visualizing ugly scenarios in his mind.

"No sweat," said Sanjay. "The program reads body language, too." The 'tech stretched and yawned. "So don't worry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I haven't slept in two days."

"What?!" shouted George. "You're not even going to wait to see what happens?"

"I can pretty much guess," said Sanjay with a sneer. "And if Brisket is comfortable leaving, I'm comfortable sleeping. Now if you'll excuse me..." Sanjay hit a button on his keyboard and the glass wall behind George turned dark.

"Hey!" he shouted, pounding on the glass as he lost visual contact with the outside world. "Don't leave me in here alone!"

"George not alone," said the  robot restrained against the wall. George turned around slowly. There she was. Blonde, busty and beautiful. Twinkie tested her restraints again; still too tight.

"Hi..hi there..." said George, back against the wall. Twinkie eyed him up and down, the look of frustration returning to her face.

"Hiiiiii..." she said, smacking her lips. George walked his eyes over the android's voluptuous body again, and again he began to stiffen. Twinkie's senses were at least as good as Brisket's. She noticed "George want Twinkie?" George turned away from her.

"That's okay," he said over his shoulder. Twinkie stared at his ass and licked her lips. 

"Mmmmm...," said the android. "Twinkie think George is pretty." George blushed and decided he'd rather show Twinkie his front side.

"George thinks Twinkie is pretty, too," he said nervously. Twinkie beamed, large eyes smiling. 

"George let Twinkie go?" she said, pulling against her restraints.

"It's really not up to me," he said. Twinkie gave him a low, lustful look.

"George come to Twinkie," she said, gyrating her hips.  George could see the folds of her cunt slide as the 'droid's body moved. She was glistening. He was hard. It seemed natural enough to the man.

"Okay," he said, moving towards her like he was stepping on broken glass. He expected the android to lunge forward at any second, but she just watched him calmly, eyes trained on his penis. George was astonished by how realistic Twinkie's face was. She didn't look completely human when you looked straight at her up close, but she wasn't far off. Her tits were even more convincing than her face. Cautiously, George reached out his hands to touch them.

"Ah!" gasped Twinkie with a flinch. George jumped back two feet. The android's eyes drew him back in. Returning his hands to her breasts, he pressed and massaged them gently, causing the android to let out an approving moan. George heard the restraints slacken, and suddenly hands came down on his shoulders.

"Woah!" shouted George in surprise as he jumped back, and the straps instantly went taught again.

"Ungh!" went Twinkie as she was slammed into the back wall, spread eagle.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," said George to the 'droid, whose face pouted as if she'd been sent to her room without dessert. George stepped up, reached a hand out and touched Twinkie's firm midriff. "I'll try not to overreact like that again."

"Hmpf!" said the blonde-headed robot, tossing her head to the side. George wondered to himself how foolish he must look, apologizing to a robot that didn't even use proper grammar. But he was horny as hell, and clearly Brisket wanted them to get closer...

"Can I make it up to you?" said George, looking down at the android's silicon twat and then up into her eyes. She didn't seem to understand. George let one hand trace slowly from her belly button down to the top of her woman-flesh. Her eyes lit up and her frown melted into an eager smile.

"Kiss it," said Twinkie, whose breathing had quickened. George knelt down to be face-to-face with the android's perfectly-crafted love nest. Hairless, the outer folds bloomed before his eyes, revealing her glistening soft pink inner flesh and champion-sized clit.

"Here we go," said George, moving in. Just as his lips were about to make contact, Twinkie's cunt lips smacked together and apart several times.

*smuck!* *smuck!* *smuck!*

"What the?!" said a startled George. In front of him, the android's cunt lips were...puckering?

"Kisssssss..." said Twinkie from above. George looked up at the android's head, and she made exaggerated kissy-faces with her lips. George lowered his head back to her crotch, where her twat made the same "faces". 

"Ohhhh..." said George, getting turned on by the android's articulate slit. "I'll give it a try." Moving back in, he tilted his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against the robot's cunt. The soft, slick flesh yielded at first, but then engaged his lips, pressing and sliding.

"Mmmmmm," moaned Twinkie above him. It felt a lot like kissing a regular face, with robotic vaginal juices replacing the usual saliva. George slipped his tongue into Twinkie's crotch "mouth", making the android hiss with pleasure. George slid his tongue in and out artfully as their lips continued to dance. As he pushed his tongue deep, he felt the android's tongue slide up to meet it. The android's tongue?!

"Woah!" said George, pulling his head back. Twinkie's cunt lips continued to move, looking for input.

"Kisssssss," said Twinkie insistently. 

*smuck!* *smuck!* *smuck!* went the lips, and then a chubby red tongue flicked out from her cunt hole, its tip fluttering at the air before slipping back inside. George steeled himself and moved back in. No sooner had his lips made contact than Twinkie's cunt-tongue barreled past his lips and into his mouth. George moved his tongue to counter, and he found himself French kissing the android's twat. Her cunt kissed him with as much dexterity as a woman's mouth, and he was amazed by the fluidity of Twinkie's lower tongue. After pressing deep into his mouth, making him gag briefly, it withdrew completely, and the lips disengaged. George sat back on his ankles and stared up at the android, whose misted-up eyes gazed down at him. Testing the binding straps and finding them still too tight for her to move, she frowned, cocked her head, and then smiled again as she looked down at George.

"George hard," she said with certainty. Sure enough, the man was sporting a full erection, and he blushed. "George liiiike Twinkie."

"Sure, I like you just fine," said George, turned on by the robot's tone of voice.

"Stand up and George like Twinkie more."

As he stood up, he was amused by the look of girlish excitement on Twinkie's face, like she was about to show him her favorite toy. The 'droid motioned with her head for him to come closer, and when they were a foot apart she darted her head forward and kissed him on the nose.

"Ha-ha!" laughed Twinkie, lunging forward again to kiss his the same way again. "Ha-ha! Mmmm..." George was a bit put off by this odd behavior, but he stayed put. "George funny," said the android. "Twinkie treat George good..." George felt a tongue lick lightly against the skin between his nuts. Looking down, he saw Twinkie's tendril crotch tongue as it worked his bag, teasing his most sensitive areas. "Gimmie," said the android, and George saw the thin tongue stretch out, then closed his eyes to feel it snake around and up his shaft.

"Oh, god..." he moaned. The strange tentacle gripped and squeezed lightly as it wrapped around his cock, the tip of her robotic probe flirting with his cock head. She had his penis in a bear hug, and then he felt himself being pulled towards her by his genitalia.

"In....in..." said Twinkie. George opened his eyes and looked down as he moved forward. The robot's cunt-tongue retracted off his penis head as it reached her entrance, which was warm and moist. Twinkie continued to pull him, penetrating herself with his rod slowly.

"Ooooooh...." she moaned as the man's body leaned up against her. George was struggling both to keep his balance and to not come. His penis was surrounded by her warm artificial flesh, and was being given an unnatural massage by her inner tongue.

"Ah...oh...Twinkie...you have to stop or..Ah..."

"George like Twinkie!" said the android lustfully. Man LIKES this..Twinkie do it more!  The pressure increased on George's penis, and he was no longer able to hold out.

"Ahhhh!..." he cried, releasing his seed into Twinkie's skilled cunt.

"Hmmm?" said the android as she felt the hot, sticky liquid spurt inside her. The man's flesh inside her was shrinking...massaging it didn't make it hard again...her own pleasure was abating...just like what had happened to Sanjay...

George felt his penis released by Twinkie's grip, and he fell back from the android to the ground. "OW!" he shouted, ribs aching anew. Above him, Twinkie was frowning, drops of his cum oozing from her vagina.

"I'm sorry," said George, catching his breath. "That was just too intense." George stood up and walked to the darkened cell wall, wondering when he'd be let out.

"Twinkie need more," said the android behind him, and there was the sound of slackening straps. Turning around, George saw the android bring her arms to her sides and her legs together. There was dangerous hunger in her eyes. At the moment, the girlishness was gone, and she looked much more like Brisket.

"Ohhhh, no you don't," said George, knowing no good could come of the situation for him. "Stay back!" But the straps did not retract. Twinkie began walking towards him. "Straps retract!....Halt!...Open sesame!....Stop-o change-o!....SANJAY!!!!"

Nothing halted the robot's advance, and with a *snap* the straps detached from Twinkie's limbs. The android smiled like she'd just been released for recess, and she closed the remaining distance with a lunge that ended in a gigantic hug.

"UGH!" said George as his tender ribs were squished along with the rest of his body. Wasn't Sanjay's program supposed to listen to him and keep him out of trouble?

"Yay!" shouted Twinkie, elated to be free of her restraints. The core of her being was screaming for pleasure and satisfaction, and this man had been given to her. "My turn."

"SANJAY!!!!!!!!"

The tongue was licking once again at his ball sac, and after his last futile shout, the android locked her mouth to his. Both tongues worked ferociously, advancing through all of his resistance. As Twinkie's tongue made a slow victory lap around George's mouth, her tendril slid between and under his scrotum, trailing back to flick against his puckered hole. Twinkie kissed him harder.

"MMPF!" said George as he struggled to break the mouth lock. The tip of Twinkie's crotch tongue was small and tapered like the end of a pencil, and it slipped inside him like a rectal thermometer. Well, that wasn't so bad...

Twinkie was enjoying herself. After days of being pushed around by the beings Brisket and Sanjay, it felt good to have this other being under her control. Twinkie slipped herself further into the man's private hole...his eyes showed acceptance...."Good...good..." she cooed at him. George could feel Twinkie's strange digit slinking around inside him, taking measurements like an inchworm. Her nipples were iron-hard against his chest as she held him firmly to her, and she stared at him, grinning, like a cobra.

Indeed, the android's fundamental instincts had driven her to size him up completely. And she was quick to learn from her experience. Her senses had been quickly flooded with the being Sanjay, in part because of the meddling Brisket. But now...

"Twinkie fuck..." she said, and George felt the probe slip out of him like a tape measure retracting.

"Oh!" he yelped as the she-flesh disappeared. Twinkie pressed against him and walked him backwards until he was up against the cell wall. Grabbing his hands firmly, she brought his arms above his head. "Ouch!" protested George. "..ow...god! my ribs..." and to his surprise, she lowered them again. Twinkie pressed her cunt against his flaccid gonads, and George felt his testes being sucked on like they were butterscotch candies. It soothed him. "Oooohhh...."

"Twinkie fuck...." repeated the 'droid, and she stepped back from him, hands on hips. "Turn around against wall." George did as commanded, comfortable that the newly-minted 'droid would not harm him. The warmth of Twinkie's body pressed against his backside; tits against back, thighs against thighs, and crotch against ass. Twinkie reached down and spread his cheeks wide with her hands and pressed her hips forward. George felt her lower lips and tongue smacking away at his hole.

"Oh...."

And then the tongue stiffened. A lot. He felt the pencil-tip pierce him and lodge itself an inch or two inside. Now his relaxed anus was being dilated as the little finger began to swell thicker and thicker.

"..ah!...ohhh..." moaned George as a familiar pressure and tingling grew inside him. Twinkie was hissing and grunting as she concentrated to control her body. At last she was taking a man!

"Mine..." she said, wrapping her arms around George's chest as her cock head defined itself inside his bowels. The man's body tensed as she allowed her penis to slip out between her cunt lips and into his depths. He grunted, hissed, and sighed, and Twinkie paused when his reactions seemed too fevered. 

"You can keep going, Twinkie," said George after a long pause. Even before he'd finished the sentence, a rush of pressure hit him as the girl's thick meat swam into him in one fluid motion. "Wah!" he cried as the robot completed his impalement.

"Twinkie fuck George," said the android, struggling to hold back the tide of sensations.

"Yes, Twinkie...fuck me...."

Twinkie sensed that her testicles had completed their descent, and that they were fully loaded. Squeezing the man's tits, she drew her his back, sliding gracefully back out of his passage. George concentrated to relax, giving himself up to the robot and her primitive desires. In she pushed again, causing strange lights to burst inside George's head. He could tell that the artificial woman was feeling great pleasure by the way she moved.

"..ah...ungh...ungh.." grunted Twinkie as she began slipping herself in and out of the man with greater rhythm. Her senses registered pleasure, and she could direct the feelings by changing her pace and direction. The man accepted her, his grunts coming in time with her own. So different from the feelings given her by Sanjay. These were feelings that she took for herself. "AH!...AH!...AH!..." she cried, slamming the man against the wall as her balls slapped against his ass with each thrust. George wasn't aware of the pain; it had merged with the euphoric feeling of being commanded by the android and her pure sex drive. "AHHHHHH!" screamed Twinkie as the water burst through the dam. George felt the great meat log pulse inside of him and had a climax of his own, and the thick finger stirred the soup around a few times before withdrawing with a great *sluuuurp!*  He felt very empty, but comforted by the warm body that still pressed against him. 

Then the wall in front of him went clear.

"Bravo, bravo!" Sanjay Wilson sat at his chair clapping slowly, a wicked grin on his face. "Mission accomplished." Upon seeing Sanjay, Twinkie frowned. George felt her weight come off of his back, and then he was tugged back to the gurney. "I think she really likes you," said Sanjay. Twinkie sat up on the gurney and pulled George to her like he were a teddy bear that she was afraid would be taken away.

"Dammit, Sanjay, you were watching the whole time, weren't you?" said George indignantly. Twinkie held him just tight enough that he knew he couldn't get away.

"Yeah, you got me," said the technician. "There wasn't any 'program'...just me and this button." Sanjay pointed at the console. "After a while, it was clear that she wouldn't kill you." George could hear Twinkie growling behind him.

"Well, it doesn't sound like she has any great love for *you*," said George. "Now will you let me out of here?" Twinkie held him tighter. Sanjay smiled and laughed. 

"I'm afraid you're stuck for a while," he said. "But cooperate with us and everything will be a-okay."

Twinkie began smoothing George's hair, and his heart sank to his stomach. So he was to be the android's pet? Why? For how long? It didn't matter. George's life had been out of his own hands ever since Brisket had appeared in his life, and this was only a new wrinkle.