The Silent Revolution - Part V
by Sol Oliver 

I'm more confused than ever.

Even after getting my rocks off over at Rachael and Becky's, I feel completely unfulfilled. But it's funny; I don't think it's because I didn't get to have Rachael again. Even when we'd made love the night before, it seemed like something was....missing. Sure, it felt good. I hadn't felt so connected to anyone that way in years. It was just so *clear*. 

But tonight, it had been different. And not just the ending. I'm definitely still attracted to Rachael, but is it really anything deeper than that? Or is it just that she's the first human I've been allowed to interact with in ages? And Rachael was definitely getting off on the way that Becky took over. Especially when she fucked me. And I know that Rachael was just as powerless to stop Becky as I was, it just doesn't seem like she really wanted to, anyway.

And to be honesty, I kind of got off on it, too. But it didn't feel...complete.

Even if it isn't the answer, I would have liked to have been with Rachael again. If we're going to bring a new life into the world, I'd at least like to have the pleasure. Maybe that's why I'm feeling different about Rachael now -- because I know the consequences of our lovemaking. No. That's not it. I could handle it, even if I won't have much (if any) say in my future role. It *would* make sense that I'd be a parent of *some* sort when the child is born. Why else would Nina have had me buy that house? A house that Becky didn't seem very thrilled about.

I'm almost home, and now I'm starting to feel a little sad. I'm not fully sure why. 

I wonder if Nina is still up. 

It's completely quiet in the house. She's not downstairs. 

Hmmm...she's not in the bedroom. My PJ's are there and the bed's turned down, but no Nina. 

I guess I need to sleep. I know that I'm exhausted, even if my mind is too battered right now to feel it. 

I brush my teeth, prepare for bed, and slip under the covers. Part of me is waiting for Nina to slip in next to me. What would happen after that, I only start to imagine. I know she's not coming to bed tonight. But I know she's watching.

I can feel it.

Bacon is such a happy smell. I sit down and eat breakfast, glancing through the paper as Nina makes occasional comments about the weather or the new house. I wish I could talk to her about what was happening, but I know it's not my place. Her bright eyes look at me happily, but I never really could tell what she was thinking. Or feeling (or whatever it is you call it for artificial life). She walks me to the front door, a bag lunch for me in her hand. Does she know how Becky is treating me? Does she care? She just smiles at me, waiting for me to head to work. She looks beautiful in her simple sweater and slacks. 

"Nina," I begin. I'm not sure exactly what I want to say. She re-focuses on me. "I..."

"Quiet," she says, pushing the brown paper bag into my hands. Her smile has faded. "Go straight to Rachael tonight."

Straight to *Rachael*...it seems that recent developments might not be sitting well with Nina, either. There was a definite coldness to the way she said the woman's name. She must not know exactly how Becky interrupted last night..

"Nina--"

"Just shut UP," she says firmly, reaching past me and opening the door. She's not looking at me. I'm a little scared as I head out the door and into the car. But as I drive to work, my heart is beginning to feel light again. 

Nina is jealous. 

I head outside.

Door closes.

*smile*

My anxiety level rose as the end of the work day approached. I didn't want to go see Rachael. Well, that's not exactly true. I didn't want to see Becky, and I was certain that was who I'd be dealing with. 

I was right. 

That night, although Rachael greeted me at the door, she never said a word to me. Her eyes were puffy; I guessed from crying. Without a word, Becky grabbed us both by our wrists and brought us to the bedroom. Once there, all she said was "strip", and it was directed at both of us. We obeyed, and I felt like little more than a piece of meat. Becky took her own clothes off at he same time. It felt more like a doctor's visit than a seduction, and even as attracted as I was to the naked Rachael, I wasn't at all horny. 

But I wasn't there to fuck Rachael. It was Becky who kissed me roughly on the neck, pressed her body against mine, and pushed all of the physical buttons necessary to coax an erection out of me. And the moment I was hard, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top.

"Come," she said as she grabbed up my penis into her hole. She was tight and warm and wet, but despite being aroused, I wasn't *excited*. "Come, dammit...come," said Becky as she rocked herself against me. I looked over at Rachael. She had one hand on her tit and the other in her crotch. I tried to pretend it was her on top of me.

*smack!* 

My face smarted and I looked back up at Becky, who was scowling. "Don't look at her," she said, even as she pumped up and down on my cock. "Now COME, you sonnofabitch." I was starting to get that tingling feeling deep in my gut. I began to imagine that it was Nina who had thrown me to the bed, who had smacked me, and who was taking her pleasure...that it was her inner space that I was working itself up and down...

"Aahhhh...."

I released. And once again, the android sucked up every bit of my ejaculate. "Go home," she said as she got up from me and grabbed Rachael. As I rose from the bed, Rachael was tossed onto her back in my place. Dressing myself, I watched as Becky sucked at the woman's breasts. She had hold of her wrists, and Rachael was making little gasps. As Becky settled down between her legs I turned to go, but something told me to look back again. 

Becky's head was down, sucking at Rachael's neck as she prepared to enter her. But Rachael was looking right at me. She mouthed the words "I'm sorry" just before her face screwed up in an expression of shocked pleasure. 

I'd seen enough. I went home.

Nina hardly said a word to me that evening. The chicken didn't need salt. Once more I began to think about telling her what was happening, but it was like she knew I was going to bring up the subject before I'd even opened my mouth. She just made a little grunt and gave me a warning look. Again I slept alone, and in the morning there was no smell of bacon.

Cold cereal has no smell.

The next night was nearly the same as the last, except that Becky made Rachael leave the room until she'd finished with me. Once again when I returned home, there was no sign of Nina. And the bed wasn't even turned down.

That's when I started getting scared again. And as I sit here, alone, eating my cold cereal, I can't help think the worst.

I don't think it's just paranoia, and I already feel like I've disappeared. I thought the 'droids wanted me and Rachael to connect, but that clearly isn't the case. Beyond that, my Nina doesn't seem to have any interest in me any more. Worst of all, there's going to be a new life in the world, and it appears that my role is limited to his or her creation. 

I suppose it adds up. We humans don't live forever. The 'droids need us to give meaning to our existence. Why wouldn't they breed us? 

I can't do it anymore. I won't. I'll castrate myself if I have to, but if this is all there is to humanity, then our evolutionary arc should just end. 

But it can't be. It just can't. What about those people I saw at the construction site? They didn't seem unhappy at all. I know it could have been a put-on, but my gut tells me it wasn't. 

So why does my gut also tell me that I'm in danger?

"You'd better get going," says Nina's voice from the other room. It's the first thing she's said to me in twenty-four hours. "Go straight to Rachael tonight."

I *am* running late. There's no emotion in Nina's voice at all. I head to the front door. I wish none of this had happened. I just want to be here at home. I walk to the living room. Nina sits in the recliner, staring into the empty fireplace, expressionless. 

"Nina..." I begin, expecting to be cut off. But she just sits and stares. Now what? How much do I say? How about just what I'm feeling... "I'd be happier if I just came home tonight...to you."

She turns her head my way, ever so slightly. Her eyes are scanning mine. Does she know how difficult this is for me? Is this really what she wants? Does she know how scared I am? Her eyes soften just a little, and then she turns her head back to the fireplace.

"Go straight to Rachael tonight," she says, evenly. My heart falls. She looks back at me. "You have to."

There is genuine sympathy in her voice eyes. I have a strong feeling that this situation is bigger than us. She's under orders, too. I nod my understanding. She looks away, and I know I'm expected to go now. 

The day is uneventful as ever, and it passes far too quickly. For a while, I imagine how I might resist Becky, and ponder how much pain I can endure. Can a man ejaculate when he's unconscious? I'm not sure. I've heard that quadriplegics get hard-ons, even if they can't feel them. I don't dare look it up. Then I consider how quickly I could emasculate myself, and how it could be accomplished. But I know I could never do it, no matter how terrible I feel about the way my sperm is being used. 

As quitting time approaches, I'm beginning to think I should just go home and tell Nina everything. But I know it's not her decision. It's not easy for her, either. I have to trust her that it will work out. But I realize I *do* trust her. If *she* wanted me to disappear, I'd be gone a long time ago. But it's not Nina that I'm worried about.

Now it's five-thirty--God, I don't want to die!--STOP IT...you're going to be fine. You're going to be fine.

Cars pass me, some honking. I'm going at least ten miles per hour below the speed limit. I wish that the Reverse gear on the transmission was linked to a time machine. As my neighborhood comes into sight, I'd even accept Neutral. I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach, as if my guts were a loose mass of cellophane and ice being crunched by a large, cold hand. I barely make it to the door. It opens before I knock.

"Get in."

It's Becky who stands there. Her hair is up in a tight bun, making her seem that much more severe to me. Although she is looking attractive in a light green dress. I don't see Rachael anywhere. I don't care. I just want to get this over with. I look to Becky for direction.

"Follow."

Well, at least she's as chatty as usual. To my surprise, she leads me not to the main bedroom, but to a smaller one nearby. The door to the big bedroom is closed, and I'm pretty sure that Rachael is behind it. Whatever. 

"Sit."

A queen-size bed takes up half the room, and is the only place to sit except for the floor. I set myself down on the end of bed, perching on the edge like it were a hospital gurney. Becky appraises me, pacing back and forth slowly. I meet her gaze. Does she know that I'm considering resisting her? Does it matter? She stops in front of me, and her face softens a little. She taps her lips with her finger.

"You don't want to father a child, do you?" she says. How should I answer? Have the androids reconsidered this? Is it a chance to get out of this nightmare? She speaks again before I can formulate an answer. "It's okay if you don't. Raising a child is hard work." She nods her head in sympathy as she says this, like she wants me to agree with her.

"Um...yeah, that's true," I say. How much do I say to her? That I don't want to be part of whatever psychotic plan they have in mind? That I actually considered chopping off my nuts rather than go through with this to its conclusion? Maybe if the world wasn't completely fucked up, I'd love to raise children. In fact, it was one of the reasons my marriage had gone so cold. My wife couldn't stand children, and didn't see the point of having her own. 

But if I *were* going to have a child, I wouldn't choose it to happen like this. Becky is looking at me expectantly. Maybe she's offering me a way out after all. "I don't want children," I tell her. It's not completely true, but I get the feeling it will get me off the hook. She smiles, as if she had extracted some great secret from me. 

"Don't worry, then," she says, moving up to stand between my legs. Does that mean they've reconsidered? Her hands grab my pants, undoing them. "For old times sake, hmm?" she says, rubbing me. 

Just then, I hear a retching sound coming from the main bedroom. A voice calls out.

"Becky..."

It's Rachael, and she sounds tired. Or maybe ill. Becky looks towards the door. "Just a moment," she calls, and then turns back to me. "Don't go anywhere."

Off she goes, closing the door behind her. I have a bad feeling. I may not have ever had kids, but had plenty of friends that did. For some of them, it wasn't a difficult experience (by and large). But for others, there were a lot of aches, pains, and...

"Where were we?" says Becky, re-entering the room. She strides up to me, putting herself right back between my legs. I'm still thinking about Rachael, and whether the sounds I was hearing were less like the flu and more like morning sickness. Becky grabs my chin and turns me to face her. Her silver-iris eyes bore into me. She smiles at me. More of a smirk, really.

"Yessssss..." she says. She pulls my pants and underwear down with one hand, even as she takes my balls into her other. "Just once more. For old times sake." 

OH! As she said "sake", she gave my balls a squeeze that was less than gentle. But her soft touch returns, and I'm getting rigid. Becky lowers herself down, and her head is even with my inflating cock. She looks up at me and gives the tip of my penis a gentle flick. I flinch. She gives a little laugh.

"You did such a good job," she says, stroking me gently, letting the skin of my penis roll up over itself towards the tip. "I think you deserve a reward."

Does this mean that she's accepted me? Is she doing this under orders? Is it possible that Nina had a talk with her? Maybe this is how she really is, and the past week has been some kind of weird test. Whatever the reason, it feels good, and OHHH...her lips close around my head, teasing it lightly, the tip of her tongue joining in. She pulls away with a *smack*.

"Grab my head," she says, reaching for my arms. I comply, letting my fingers sink into her deep black hair. "Here we go," she says and Ahhhhhh....once again her lips are around me, and this time she takes me into her hot mouth in one slow motion. I feel warmth all over, and her tongue presses along my shaft. I push her head back from me, and she bobs herself away, keeping her lips tight all the while. I stop her at my head, and then guide her back forward. 

"Mmmmm..." she hums, and I feel a jolt go up my spine. She begins to bob back and forth, and I look down to watch her. She really seems to be enjoying it. I know I am. 

"Yeah..." I say, pulling her head into me. She has a hand under her dress, and I can her the slick sounds of her masturbation. I feel like I'm starting to crest, and at that moment Becky pulls away and stands up. "Hey..." I begin in protest, but it seems she has other things in mind. Down to the floor goes her dress, and she steps out of it, naked. One hand on a shapely tit, the other in her groin, she writhes before me. My instincts tell me to charge forward, but danger alarms are going off in my brain. She turns around and bends over in front of me. Her cunt is slick, and she spreads it with her fingers to reveal the soft, deep pink of her insides.

"Fuck me like a little bitch," she says, slipping a finger into herself with a moan. I stand up, and my brain is on fire. My body wants to plunge in, but I still don't feel like I should. Becky walks herself backward, pushing my cock between her ass cheeks. She reaches behind her and grabs my arms, then places them on her hips. "What are you waiting for? I NEED it..."

Instincts are taking over, and I feel my penis head slide itself down, seeking out the moist flesh. And finding it. My hands grip her hips tight, and I feel a surge of power as a look at the body bowed down under me.

"Do it...do it," hisses Becky, who is pressing her ass back onto me. Slick fluid drips onto my cock, and I won't hold back any more. I press forward.

"Ohhh...." moans Becky, her body tensing up. In I slide, feeling her flesh tightening all around me. I pause a little way in, pull back a bit, then push forward again. "A-ahhhhh..." cries the android as I move in half-way. If she's trying to make up for the past week, she's doing a good job. I pull back again, and then send myself all the way in.

The sound that comes out of her mouth is a low wail, somewhere between pleasure and grief. I pause, confused. Her hole tightens around me, in an encouraging way. I begin to stroke at an easy pace, and she wails a little more. I guess this is how Rachael's husband liked it. I begin to pound her a little harder. Now she's beginning to sob.

"Please...pleeeeease..." she wails, a little louder. I'm not sure if she means she wants me to stop, or if she wants me to give it harder. As I stroke inward, she pushes her ass back onto me. I press myself in deep, and then *wham-wham-wham!* drive my cock home hard. "Waaaah!..." she yells.

"Becky? Are you okay?" comes Rachael's voice from outside.

"I'm fine," says Becky from under me. Her voice is suddenly the rigid, commanding one that I'm used to. Her vagina is clenching me tight, keeping me still for the moment. "Go away for awhile. GO!"

"O-Okay," says Becky, and I hear footsteps move down the hall. The master bedroom door shuts. The pressure on my penis slackens.

"Oh god..oh god..." moans Becky, and I continue my probing. "I promise I'll be good," she says. I increase my pace, and I'm starting to get a warm feeling in my gut. I'm going to come soon. "I'm sorry I'm such a *little bitch*."

I recognize this as a cue. "Yeah...take it, you little bitch," I say, only half-convincingly. It doesn't matter to me now. I watch myself plunge in and out of her round ass, and it's a blur. Just a little bit more and...

"Just don't beat me anymore," she says, just as I reach release, and it half-robs me of the pleasure I'm feeling. I put myself all the way in and my legs spasm as a spray into her, but the warm feeling is gone from my gut. I'm panting hard. I try to pull out, but once again Becky has a hold on me. She looks over her shoulder at me. There are tears in her eyes. "Just don't *hit me*..."

It's another cue. Does she really want me to hit her? Why would I want to do that? It's about the last thing I feel like doing. 

"HIT me, dammit," she says, the submissiveness gone from her voice. I can't do it. And I won't. Now it feels like her cunt is sucking on my cock, just like it did after she was finished with me the other nights. Now THAT feels good...

"You fucking wimp," she says, still bent over as she extracts my cum. At last she finishes, and she expels my penis. I collapse back onto the bed, catching my breath. Becky walks over and looks down at me, her slim body set in a cocky pose. "You're not much of a man, are you?"

"What, because I wouldn't hit you?" I say, angrily. I don't care if I'm powerless against her. "Nina knows how much of a man I am."

"Really?" says Becky with a wry smile. "Do you feel like a big man when she has her cock up your sad ass?" Now I'm confused again. I do let her take me that way. But I let her do whatever she wants. Sometimes I know she wants me to fuck her in a "normal" way, but other times...well, I guess if it turns her own, it turns me on. I've never really thought of it that way, but I'm beginning to realize it's true.

"I'd take her cock over your cunt any day, and still feel like more of a man," I tell her as I sit up. "So, does beating up Rachael make you feel more human?"

Becky's mouth falls open. She can't believe I just said that. I can't either. And I wish I hadn't. Her face sets into a deep scowl, and she moves forward at me. Instantly, I'm knocked backward onto the bed, and she's on top of me. 

*smack!*...a hand flies across my cheek. I barely feel it. I look up at her defiantly. She spits in my face. I smile.

*smack!*...my cheek burns now, but I don't let it show. Becky hisses through clenched teeth.

"Maybe you should take a closer look at my cunt," she says. Quickly, she springs up and lands with her crotch in my face. I barely have time to look up before her twat presses down on my nose. I close my eyes, and I feel it grinding all over my face. She's grabbed hold of my head with her hands, and the grinding stops. I can feel the heat from her hole hovering just over my mouth. I smell her musk. 

"Open your goddamn eye," she says. As I do, her cunt mashes down into my left eye socket, and I close it again. Her juices drip down my face as she fucks my eyes, one then the other. "How the fuck am I supposed to live with a sorry piece of shit like you?" As her cunt grinds its way towards my mouth, Becky's hands close around my throat.

"Hey!" I shout, but the sound is cut off as her woman-flesh presses against my lips.

"How do you like my cunt now, little bitch?" she says. "Suck it." I know I'm in danger, and I obey. Even as I try to work her with my lips and tongue, she mashes down against me. "Maybe you want something else instead." She stops grinding, placing her cunt right against my lips. I stick my tongue up into her.

Something pushes back.

My head flinches, and Becky lets go of my throat. She sits up a little, and I can see a pinkish-red nub peeking out from her hole. Her open lips are quivering. 

"You'll be happy to know that Nina asked me not to abuse you," she says. The nub pushes out further, until a large penis head is sticking out from between her lips. "She wants that privilege for herself." 

I knew I should have told Nina! It seems that Becky isn't as true to her word as my own master is. In front of me, Becky's penis is stretching out from inside of her, completely erect as it slides past her lips.

"How do you know I won't tell her?" I say as her cock throbs out to full length. She lets it bobs against my nose. Taking it in one hand, she begins to stroke it.

"I get the feeling you won't," she says, working herself harder. She's wrong. I have no desire to please Becky. She's pushed me away from Rachael. She's put down Nina. I don't owe her anything.  

Becky's breathing quickens as she jerks off on top of me. Her tits bounce lightly, and her head is back, mouth open.

"Ah...ah...ah...I don't need this anymore--AHHHH...."

Hot goo splatters against my face. I know it's my own cum that she's just shot back at me, but I don't care. When Nina hears about all of this, things will turn around. Becky stays on top of me, wringing out last drops onto my chin. 

"Are you finished?" I say with as much dignity as a man covered in his own cum can manage. Nina slaps her cock against my face, spreading the goo around.

"Almost," she says. "I just have to kill you, and then I'll be done."

Did she just say that? She's just sitting there above me now, smiling. Her nipples seem harder now. She's still erect.

"Kill me?" I say, a little scared but still not believing it. "You can't...Nina won't let you."

"Who said Nina has any say in this?" says Becky. That's true. I have no idea who controls their world. For all I know, Becky could run the whole universe. "As far as official records go, you'll go down as 'belligerent'."

"Huh?"

"Belligerent. Disobedient. And insubordinate, too. A hopeless case," says Becky. "This whole experiment was very important to the Council, and your attitude can not be tolerated."

"*MY* attitude?!"

"Why do you think Nina has been so distant from you?" she says. How did she know? I thought it was because Nina thought I had fallen in love with Rachael. "She knew it was time for you to...how do you humans say it...'disappear'..."

No. I know that's not true. Becky slips her cock between my lips, which are agape. "Now suck," she says, grabbing hold of my head. "For old time's sake." I wrench my head away to the side--

"HELP!!"

--but Becky plants it back on her tool. It slips in more...I bite down--

"AH!" I shout as my head fills with crushing pressure.

"Don't," says Becky, releasing my head. Maybe this is just another test. Maybe she's just getting off on this. Her cock pushes against the back of my throat. I gag. "Suck it, dammit!" The penis moves back out and I begin to suck. "Yeah, little bitch," she says, slipping it back in. I repress my gag reflex as her dick slides down into my throat. Above me, I see drool trailing down from the corners of Becky's mouth. Her penis is all the way down my throat...I can't breathe...it's not moving back out...

"That's right," she says. My eyes are wide. "This isn't a game. And you're not useful to us anymore."  ...can't...breathe... "Now DIE!"

"BECKY! NO!"

I see Becky whip her head around...Rachael has burst into the room...the cock in my throat is throbbing the life from me as I watch the woman throw herself at the android above me.

"Stay BACK!" shouts Becky, tossing Rachael away with one arm. 

"UGH!" shouts Rachael as her head hits the door post full-on. She collapses to the floor, unconscious. I'm feeling faint myself...

"NO!" yells Becky, but she doesn't get up. She looks down at me with venom in her eys. "This is all your fault," she says, staring. "And I'm going to enjoy watching you die."

...I'm dizzy...and nauseous...my ears throb...veins pop...I begin to imagine things...my favorite childhood toy...graduation...lonely nights sitting in a room with my wife...now I see a beautiful brown-haired woman; almost cartoonish...she appears above me like an angel...concern in her eyes...she must be here to guide me to the next life...

...

The Silent Revolution - Conclusion
by Sol Oliver 

Death is as dark as I imagined it would be. There is no light. There is no sound. I feel nothing. 

I am still aware of myself, but it seems like I've always been in this place, and always will. There is no time. I do not dream. The only evidence of my existence are these words that I am thinking.

I wait here, expecting nothing, for another million years.

"Latte?"

"Yes, please."

All at once, a small round table appears in front of me. My arms appear in front of me as well, and my hands are warmed by the large, round mug of steaming java that they hold. There is another chair across from me, empty, and beyond that only darkness. It's as if I sit in a giant warehouse, and there is a spotlight shining directly down on the table, except that the light is not harsh. 

"Am I dead?" I ask into the darkness.

"Yes," answers the voice that took my coffee order. "You were asphyxiated." It is a woman's voice; one that I do not recognize. What she has just told me makes me feel nothing. It does not make me sad or anxious. 

"Is this heaven?"

"No."

"Is it Hell? Purgatory?"

"No."

Another million years go by. This time, I am expecting the woman to appear in the other chair, but I continue to sit alone. Despite the long passage of time, the coffee mug stays warm. All the while, I can feel that the woman is near. Hers is a commanding presence. 

A hand appears from the darkness, grabs the back of the chair, and slides it back. A long, shapely leg steps forward into the soft, focused light, bringing with it a statuesque body clad in a short dress. A shock of blonde hair waves into the light