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The Rise of the Machines Pt. 01

By: nightvoice2



Somewhere in Greater London, 30 years from now, a cool April morning...

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Elizabeth groaned at the shrill, insistent sound of the alarm. She rolled over towards the bedside table, her fingers fumbling around in the semi-darkness until they found the Snooze button. She pulled the duvet back up to her chin and rolled back to her husband's side only to find it cold and empty. 

Her mind still fogged with sleep, she slowly remembered he was away on yet another foreign business trip and groaned softly to herself, realising she was only half-way through another sex-free fortnight. Even when he was here he couldn't get it up, she thought to herself bitterly. Still, maybe that's what you got for marrying someone a lot richer, but also a lot older than you.

She shut her eyes and rolled back over to the warmth of her side of the bed, trying to recall the details of the dream that had been interrupted. 

It was about Hawkins, their ex-gardener who she'd had a brief but torrid affair with a year earlier. Of course, he'd had to leave when her husband found out. They'd had a loud argument, fierce even by their standards and Lord Greenham had given her an ultimatum: him or me? Well, what kind of choice was that? Go back to being plain old Liz Beckett from Leytonstone or remain as Lady Elizabeth Greenham? Surrender long-term security for short-term happiness? After she'd calmed down the choice had seemed obvious, but sometimes she wasn't so sure she'd made the right call.

He'd kept a close eye on her since that affair. When she asked for money for tennis lessons he'd insisted on organizing them himself and managed to find her a tennis coach who was very fit and hunky but also very gay. Her heart sank right down to her spotlessly white trainers when they'd first met; her in a sexy little tennis skirt, him in a tight, lilac shirt that matched his headband. She was sure that the maid was spying on her and reporting back to him too. Or maybe she was just being paranoid.

Her dream had been based on something that had happened over a year ago. She'd gone down to the shed at the far end of the west lawn to see the gardener. She was using the excuse that she wanted to know when he was going to prune the roses but she was also hoping that something might happen between them. Something spontaneous and wild. Starved of affection by her husband she couldn't help longing for a little attention, a yearning to be desired.

In her mind's eye, she pictured herself striding down the path in the early summer sunshine, her favourite floral print dress clinging in all the right places, her heels clopping against the flagstones. 

"Hello Hawkins, how are you?" she said as she approached him.

"Very well thanks, your Ladyship," he said.

She felt a flutter in her stomach as she watched him stand up, his tall, muscular body slowly unfolding, till even in her heels she was forced to look up at him. He wiped his grubby hands along the back of his once-blue jeans as he slowly looked her up and down, a wicked grin playing around his lips, and his dark eyes seeming to pierce her thin summer dress. 

"Now then, I think the roses on the east lawn need a good pruning don't you?" 

"Did you really come all the way down 'ere in your best frock to talk about roses, your Ladyship?" he said, smiling knowingly, and stepping a bit closer than was necessary.

"Yes of course," she said, stepping back a little. "When are you going to see to them?"

"Well, maybe after I see to you," he mumbled. 

"What did you say? How dare you speak to me like that!" she said angrily. 

Although his voice was just a quiet growl she could hear his body language loud and clear as he edged closer. 

"I said I think something else needs a good 'pruning'," he chuckled, suddenly closing the gap between them. 

"I think you've got the wrong idea. Stop it! Stop right there!" she ordered, stepping back and bumping into the wooden side of the shed. The sun had been shining all morning and she could feel the warmth of the sun-baked wooden slats on her back through her dress. 

Of course, she'd tried to push him away, but he was a good ten years younger than she was and as strong as an ox. A very horny ox. She couldn't help but notice the lean hardness of his chest and arms under his thin black t-shirt as he grabbed her arm pulling her to him. 

"No, stop," she complained unconvincingly, her hands pushing at his broad chest as a strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her against his hot, firm young body. 

"Now then Lady Greenham, don't make a fuss," he said, in his rich West Country burr. "I think we both know why you come down 'ere. It's for the same reason as last time, isn't it?"

"Listen, what happened last time was a mistake; I thought I made that perfectly clear. I came down here to talk about the roses," she insisted, trying to twist out of his clutches. 

"Talk 'bout the roses, is that what you posh ladies calls it?" he teased, pushing her back against the shed, his lips descending towards hers. 

"No, stop! I order you to stop!" she shrieked, twisting away. He just laughed sweeping her thick chestnut hair aside, his lips kissing her exposed neck and shoulder with a surprising gentleness.

Back in the bedroom Lady Elizabeth rolled onto her back, her eyes closed, and her hands tugging the thin duvet away from her hot body as the erotic images flooded her mind. Her hand strayed between her thighs as she recalled the lean hardness of his young body pressing against hers, his moist lips on her neck and his hands squeezing her firm, full buttocks.

In her mind's eye, she tried to push him away but his rough hands quickly found the little zip at the back of her dress. She gasped as she felt the dress loosen, his strong hands tugging it down over her shoulders and exposing her full, shapely boobs. (She hadn't worn a brassiere; it would have simply ruined the shape of her dress.)

"No, let me go, you brute!" she cried, as he easily pulled her arms free of the dress straps pinning them above her head, both slim wrists caught in one big, sandpaper-rough hand. She groaned as she felt his surprisingly soft lips on her neck, then slowly kissing their way down over the generous slope of her breasts. 

"No, no... oh!" she gasped as his warm, wet tongue teased her, circling her already semi-erect nipples. She shivered as he flicked and teased her right nipple till it became fully erect, a dark red cherry pip against her tanned skin. She squeezed her legs together as she felt his free hand had slid underneath her skirt and eagerly begin to explore her warm, increasingly moist thighs. 

"No, stop, someone might see!" she gasped still trying to wriggle out of his clutches. 

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," he chuckled, his thick fingers finding the thin lacy material of her designer panties, and stroking the ripe juicy furrow beneath. It was always this way with Hawkins, she thought, as his lithe body pressed against her and his thick fingers tugged her flimsy underwear aside. All it took was five minutes alone with him to reveal the carnal animal lust lying just below her cool and reserved exterior.

"No, please, not out here! Let me go!" she yelped, as he spun her round forcing her against the shed, her soft boobs pressed against the weathered surface of the sun-warmed planks. 

"I'll let you go when I've given you what you came for, my 'Lady'," he said, pinning her with one strong hand between her shoulders whilst the other tugged at the zip of his grubby jeans. She twisted her head around, watching him yank his jeans open, revealing a solid-looking bulge straining urgently against the thin cotton of his white boxer shorts, threatening to tear the fabric. She wriggled helplessly as he tugged the waistband down in one smooth movement and his enormous...

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Elizabeth groaned with frustration as the alarm went off again. 

"Damn and blast!" she cursed as she rolled over and looked at the time. She lay there for a few moments trying to recall her dream but the moment had passed. Annoyed and unsatisfied, she reluctantly slid out of bed and into the hugely expensive shower her gadget-mad husband had insisted on having. 

It was a large, brushed steel rectangular box with a heavily tinted glass door that dominated a whole corner of their spacious bathroom. Inside it was large and circular, the titanium walls curving upwards forming a rounded ceiling with a large shower head built into the centre. Five gleaming chrome rods spaced evenly around the circular floor stretched upwards following the curve of the ceiling. 

As Elizabeth stepped into the centre, the soft blue lighting flickered on and the door slid shut behind her with an expensive hiss. 

"Good morning," said a pleasantly neutral, synthesized female voice.

"Quick wash," she ordered. In front of her the control panel lit up, its complicated display showing the shower's 'quick wash' settings. 

"Quick wash," the machine confirmed and the unit shuddered into life, the shower head quickly drenching her with water at just the temperature she liked. 

As she vigorously shampooed her hair, water jets moved smoothly up and down the rods spraying her naked body from all angles. The jets were connected to short flexible hoses allowing them to snake around her, covering every inch of her skin. Once she'd got over the feeling of being trapped inside a car wash and found her favourite program, she'd quickly got used to it, appreciating the feeling of being thoroughly cleaned from every angle. Plus it helped that the unit was self-cleaning too. Less cleaning for their nosy maid to do badly, she reasoned.

---

Joel finished his pint and said his goodbyes. He wouldn't normally have a pub lunch on a working day but as it was his last, he'd met up with a few colleagues that happened to be in the area. The early spring sunshine glinted on the car windscreens as Joel walked back to his van. He climbed into the front seat and switched on the 'WorkScreen' that was built into the dashboard.

"Find job," he ordered the unit, hoping that he could find something that wasn't too time-consuming. After a few seconds, the unit informed him that five suitable jobs had been found and a prioritised list appeared. He quickly scanned the list, searching for any urgent or mandatory jobs. He was relieved to find none and so he had a free choice. He didn't fancy the first - a seized tap and a burst pipe, that could be a lot of trouble. The second was over forty miles away, but the third looked ideal. It was only twelve miles and in a good area; a nice, easy, routine service. Probably no more than a couple of hours work allowing him to leave early on his last day.

"Job three," he instructed. 

"Please confirm you wish to take job three," the unit replied.

"Confirm," he replied, as he twisted the key in the ignition. The screen changed showing a map with his current position marked overlaid with a red line indicating the quickest route to the customer's house.

---

"Get that, will you Juanita?" Elizabeth shouted as she walked past the ringing phone and carried her bulging shopping bags upstairs. Juanita shook her head as she put down the laundry basket and answered the phone to a perky, automated female voice.

"This is an automated call from the Tyrell Corporation. This to let you know an engineer is on the way to service your shower unit and will be with you in approximately twenty-two minutes. Please press hash if you need to cancel or talk to someone in Customer Care, otherwise have a nice day."

"Shower guy's on his way," she shouted up the stairs and then went back to the kitchen to carry on cleaning.

---

As he drove, Joel asked the unit for the history of the shower. 

"This is a Tyrell Luxury Automated Shower unit, model TYLUX2343. Purchased by Lord Greenham, 5 years ago, and serviced annually. Last serviced, 11 months and 15 days ago. Telemetry from the model indicates no major problems. Standard 5 year service required: main heating element to be replaced..." 

As the synthesized voice continued listing service tasks, Joel excitedly realised that this was one of first units of its kind; in its day, it had been the Rolls Royce of automated showers. However, because it had been the first of its kind, it had been prohibitively expensive and the company had had a lot of trouble selling them after the initial excitement had died down. After a few months of disappointing sales, some bright salesman had realised that you could modify them so that they could be used to process prisoners in federal prisons. 

The long recession had caused the government to make substantial cuts to the welfare budget and following the resulting crime epidemic, privately-owned prisons had been one of the big growth industries over the last few years. The salesman had been out one night with his brother, a prison guard who was complaining about how much time he wasted strip-searching and watching new prisoners shower. In a flash of inspiration, the salesman had realised that he could modify the unsold shower units to do the job and went on to become a millionaire. Or at least that's how the story went.

"Turn left in 50 yards," the flat voice of the SatNav broke into Joel's thoughts. He wound down the window as he approached the entrance. 

"Hi, it's the shower engineer," Joel shouted into the security intercom mounted next to the entrance. Soon the impressively large wrought-iron gates swung slowly open and Joel drove down the long drive, the van tyres making a satisfying crunching noise on the gravel. As he rounded a corner, a large Tudor mansion swung into view, the imposing façade covered in ivy. 

"Wow, nice pad," he murmured under his breath as he parked the van in the shadow of some trees off to one side.

The maid showed him in and asked if he'd like a cup of coffee. He was about to say, "lovely, milk, two sugars please," when the lady of the house swept in. Her long hair had been scraped back and tied in a tight ponytail and she had a small gym bag slung over one shoulder. Joel couldn't help noticing her trim Lycra-clad curves.

"No time for coffee, Juanita," she said briskly, addressing the maid. 

"Now then," she said, turning to him. "I'm off to the gym so I need you to be finished in two hours." 

She glanced at her watch, "That's 4.30, so no slacking off, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he managed to interject before she swept out. 

The maid stuck her tongue out and pulled a face as the lady swept down the hall and out of the front door.

"And this is her on a good day," she sighed in a faint Spanish accent, before showing Joel upstairs. 

---

Joel laid out his tool kit and began to remove the screws from the large panel at the back. "This is why I'm quitting," he thought to himself. "All these uptight middle-aged women thinking they've got the right to treat you like their personal slave, who needs it?" 

He'd already made plans for his immediate future. He had a ticket for the space shuttle, and was off to try his luck in the mines in one of the off-world colonies. He'd heard that there was good money to be made for guys with engineering experience that were willing to take a chance. A space-age gold rush they called it. "A chance to start fresh in a land of opportunity and adventure" as the advert put it.

He couldn't wait. No more bloody arrogant, pushy, short-tempered, bossy, bitter, hormonal, middle-aged women treating him like dirt that was for sure. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became at her bitchy attitude. He simmered with anger as he plugged in his handheld terminal and started to upgrade the firmware. 

"Women like that really deserve to be taught a lesson," he muttered darkly.

As he cleaned the jets and checked the hydraulics for leaks, he thought about crime and punishment and an idea started to form. Maybe it was the alcohol, the last day of term feeling or the fact that this woman was particularly arrogant. Maybe it was all three, but the thoughts of teaching her lesson that she wouldn't forget kept going round and round in his head. Slowly a plan formed that made him smile. Yes, there was something that she wouldn't forget in a hurry but he could get into a lot of trouble. On the other hand, it was his last day so what did he have to lose? And if anyone deserved to be taught a lesson, it was this woman. He ran down to the van to get the extra equipment he needed for the conversion and set to work.

---

He timed it perfectly, he was just reconfiguring the firmware when he heard Elizabeth's car roar noisily up the drive. He'd already selected the 'special' program, but had had to make a lot of changes to both the hardware and the software to meet his rather special needs. He configured it quickly, specifying a female user and guessing at her height and build. He surveyed the "Search Depth" options, and grinned as he changed the setting from 'Medium' to 'Deep', and the probe size from 'Medium' to 'Large'. Finally, he selected the 'run once only' option and, most importantly, switched off the ability for the user to override.

"There you go Madam, all finished for another year," he said brightly, as he lugged his tool bag down the stairs. 

"Well I hope you haven't made too much of a mess up there," she said haughtily, and Joel smiled to himself as he passed her, knowing that he'd made the right decision.

---

As the sound of his van faded into the distance, Elizabeth slipped off her trainers and wriggled out of her clingy Lycra shorts before briefly examining herself in the mirror.

"Not bad for a thirty-three year old," she murmured, looking herself up and down critically as she removed her hair-band and shook her long brunette hair loose. 

She was 5'7", a trim woman with large hazel eyes and matching shoulder-length curly brunette hair. Her all-over tan was the result of many weekends spent at their villa near Cannes. The daily gym routine was certainly paying off; her body well shaped, from the leanness of her taut stomach to her trim buttocks, to her perky breasts. Hawkins had loved her boobs, well rounded and on the generous side without being overly big. 

"A good 'andful," as he used to say. 

She still looked after herself too, keeping her legs closely shaved and her dark pubic hair trimmed in a neat Brazilian. Not that her husband ever noticed. She tried to remember the last time her husband paid her a compliment or noticed that she changed her hairstyle. She really couldn't recall. It was funny; all her friends were envious of her wealth, but they just couldn't see the downside of being a trophy wife.

"Quick wash," she said, stepping inside and watching the door slide shut behind her. 

Usually the machine would spring into life, but this time nothing happened, just an extended silence before it spoke. 

"Special program," the machine replied. "Please place your hands against the ceiling."

Elizabeth waited, a frown creasing the otherwise smooth skin of her face. It had never done this before, that bloody engineer must have broken something. Idiot! Looking up she saw two hand-sized, oval-shaped recesses in the ceiling surface glowing green. They'd never been there before, she was sure. She stabbed at the buttons on the console but nothing seemed to happen. She placed her hands on her hips.

"Quick wash... quick wash, you bloody stupid machine!" she insisted angrily. 

"Perhaps it's some kind of security feature," she thought. "Can this thing can read fingerprints?" 

Stretching up, she tentatively placed one hand against the glowing recess. She waited a few seconds but nothing seemed to happen. Tentatively, she placed her other hand against the glowing surface. She was rewarded with a single low-pitched tone, the machine acknowledging her compliance, then suddenly the recesses closed up around her wrists, trapping her hands. She stood on tiptoes, examining where her wrists disappeared. A perfectly tight rubbery seal had formed around her wrists.


The Rise of the Machines Pt. 01



"Hey! Let me go!" she cried, trying to pull her hands free, but finding them stuck fast.

"Help! Help!" she shouted. 

"Wait a minute, Wednesday," she groaned to herself. "Damn, it's Juanita's afternoon off!"

"Please place your feet where indicated," the shower continued in its pleasant but emotionless female voice. 

"Let me go, bloody machine! Abort! Bloody cancel!" Elizabeth shrieked in frustration as she stamped her foot. She was a woman used to getting her own way if she made enough fuss. There was a pause as if the machine was considering its response. 

"Please place your feet where indicated," the machine repeated calmly. Looking down she noticed two foot-sized holes had opened up between her feet, and groaned again.

"OK, don't panic, keep calm Liz, perhaps it's some kind of security feature and I need to confirm my identity before it continues," she muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. 

She assessed her predicament: nobody else in the house and her husband away for another week, Juanita not in till tomorrow morning, and no way of reaching her mobile. She quickly realised she had no option other than to co-operate and hope that it was all over quickly. She placed her feet into the floor recesses and felt the snug rubber seals closing round her ankles, trapping her feet.

"Attention detainee: wash cycle starting," the machine said before the shower rumbled into life.

"Did it say 'detainee'?" she wondered briefly, then jumped as the overhead shower head burst into life drenching her with a thick stream of warm water. As it streamed over her, the water jets moved slowly into position with a hydraulic hiss, sliding smoothly up the chrome rods. Soon they started spraying her, the water soothing her muscles still aching from the workout at the gym. Within a few minutes, she almost forgot she was trapped, giving in to the lovely, soothing feel of the jets of water massaging her arms and legs, playing over her tense shoulder muscles. The water cascading down over her arms and shoulders, trickling over her breasts, and running in little rivulets between her thighs.

After a while, some of the ingenious little jets started spraying citrus-scented liquid soap on her skin, whilst others sprouted soft brushes and started gently scrubbing the skin of her arms and legs. Despite her captivity, she couldn't help enjoying the feel of the soft yet firm brushes making her skin tingle. Looking down she watched another set of rotating brushes, slowly working their way up over her calf muscles towards her knees.

She moaned, enjoying the feel of the upper set of brushes and water jets kneading and massaging her arms, still aching from the weights training at the gym. 

She watched as the first wave of jets moved down over her arms, starting where her tightly held wrists disappeared into the ceiling, over her elbows then down over the stubbly skin of her armpits covering her skin with a fine spray of liquid soap. They were closely followed by a series of brushes, twisting around her arms so that every inch of her skin was scrubbed clean. As the brushes moved away a third wave of jets hosed her skin with pressurised water, the frothy soapsuds sliding over the shapely curves of her body and disappearing into a gurgling drain between her imprisoned feet.

Her skin began to tingle, anticipating the attention of mini shower heads. They worked their way down past her shoulders, some of them behind her now cleaning her back, whilst others moved down over the curve of her breasts. She could feel herself becoming aroused, her nipples swelling as her shapely breasts were sprayed with a fine mist of warm clinging liquid soap. She shivered with anticipation as she felt the brushes moving slowly down her skin. 

"Yes," she moaned, arching her back like a cat, her breasts jutting forward as she felt them working their way slowly over the soft skin of her boobs. Her body jerked as they flicked over her hard little nipples, the soft bristles stimulating them, sending hot sparks straight to her warm, wet thighs. Elizabeth shuddered with pleasure before all too quickly the teasing brushes were replaced with a spray of warm water moving over her boobs like a lover's fingers stroking and caressing her tingling flesh. 

Her nipples were rock hard now, and she arched her back even more as the jets moved back and forth, like watery fingers tweaking and flicking her buds and sending electric jolts of pleasure through her helpless body.

As one set of jets stimulated her breasts, the other set was working its way up over her legs. Her excitement rose and her knees turned to jelly as the jets slowly and patiently moved higher. Looking down she watched as a fine spray of liquid soap was sprayed on her thighs and shivered in anticipation of what was to come.

"Mmm, yes," she groaned, squirming with pleasure, as she felt the brushes moving up over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and lightly brushing against the wet folds of her swollen pussy lips. She twisted her body trying to press against the probing brushes but they must have had some kind of proximity sensor because as she pushed towards them they moved back, maintaining their feather light touch, teasing her. She groaned in frustration, loving the feel of them but her body craving more, demanding the firmer touch of her own fingers. Again, she fruitlessly tried to pull her hands free. 

She began to pant, feeling herself perspire in the hot, humid atmosphere, as the water jets remorselessly played over her pussy, back and forth, back and forth, the waves of pleasure washing over her trembling body. 

"Ooh, yes," she sighed huskily as a jet of water moved between the crease of her rounded buttocks. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, surrendering to the delicious feelings that surged through her as the jets of water played back and forth over her inflamed pussy.

"So good, so good," she panted, feeling the first stirrings of a delicious orgasm as the little jets teased and tormented her till she shivered with desire. 

Her wails of pleasure echoed from the hard metallic walls as all the frustrations of her day were swept away by a hot, heady orgasm. Her knees turned to jelly and she was left suspended from the ceiling, gasping for breath, as the waves of ecstasy slowly subsided.

When she opened her eyes she realised the water had stopped. Perhaps it was over now, she thought. After a short pause, she watched as a thick chrome bar silently unfolded from curved shower wall on the right. As it stopped, an identical bar swung out from the left and they locked together neatly about a foot in front of her, forming a solid bar at about waist height. They had some kind of thick white foam padding in the centre. 

"What on earth is that for?" she mumbled to herself.

"Vaginal cavity search starting," said the pleasantly neutral female voice.

"Cavity search? What the bloody hell!" exclaimed Elizabeth as she heard a loud humming noise and then felt her hands being pulled smoothly down around the curve of the ceiling till they were pulled out in front of her, forcing her to bend at the waist. She struggled against the movement but she couldn't even slow down the powerful hydraulics and soon she was bent forward at right angles. She found herself positioned as if she was about to dive into a swimming pool; her legs slightly bent, her stomach resting on the bar, her arms stretched out in front of her.

There was another brief pause as if the shower was thinking about what to do next. Then she felt the shower vibrate with another loud hum as her ankles slowly began to be pulled outwards. 

"No, stop! Stop!" she squealed, struggling helplessly as she felt her feet being slowly but inexorably drawn apart. 

Her thigh muscles burned as she fought against the machine, wriggling and twisting and clenching her buttocks but all her struggling and cursing made no difference. Her feet were completely trapped and in the end she could only wait and watch as her legs were smoothly and steadily pulled apart, about as wide as they could go without it being uncomfortable. 

Elizabeth found herself in a very vulnerable position: bent forwards at right angles at the waist, her wrists and ankles held tightly in place, her stomach resting on the padded bar, her bottom sticking out. She'd never felt more exposed and helpless. Not even that time she'd let Hawkins tie her up.

Elizabeth stared at the floor, her wet hair hanging down limply and shielding her face, nervously waiting to see what would happen next. The water started up again, cascading over her, splashing on her back and she watched it swirl away into the large circular drain between her feet. 

Over the rushing sound of the water, she heard a lubricated metallic sound and twisted around in time to see the tip of one of the larger jets slowly retracting and being replaced by a chrome cover transforming it into a smooth bullet-like shape. Her neck strained as she watched another jet spray its shiny surface with a fine spray of lubricant, the water beading on its surface. 

"Oh my God, no, please, leave me alone, abort you fucker!" she pleaded, suddenly realising that the jet now resembled a long, thick chrome dildo. She struggled helplessly against her bonds as the dildo-shaped jet moved slowly towards her naked derrière and the hydraulics adjusted her feet, easing them even further apart. 

With her hands and feet still trapped she could do very little but wait. She twisted against her bonds wriggling her pert derrière to the left and right trying to outmanoeuvre the probe as it inched towards her bottom. The little infra-red heat sensor on the probe patiently scanned her flushed body, tracking and zeroing in on the heat of her inflamed, post-orgasm pussy peeking out from between her buttocks.

"No, please no!" she cried in frustration as she watched it sway left and right shadowing her every movement. 

She squealed as she felt the probe spray some warm oil over her thighs and buttocks, leaving them generously coated and slick to the touch. Then she felt the smooth polished metal sliding between her legs, sliding back and forth against her pussy lips, brushing against her slit, zeroing in on the source of her heat. She couldn't help gasping in pleasure and grinding her hungry little clitoris against the smooth, hard surface.

"No, no!" she protested realising what was about to happen as it slid back, the sensor quickly locating her torrid pussy, the part of her even hotter and wetter than the rest of her body. 

"No, please, noooo!" she groaned, her sobs echoing off the cubicle's hard surfaces as she felt it push smoothly inside her, her pussy lips stretching to accommodate it's generous girth.

"No, no, oh!" she grunted breathlessly as it slowly began to slide in and out of her, shallowly at first, the short, sharp strokes making her pant with pleasure. As she got used to the size and relaxed, it pushed deeper and deeper into her wetness till it was fucking her with long, fluid strokes that filled her aching pussy.

"Stop! Please stop!" she mewed, as it stretched her swollen lips. It was thrillingly hard and oily, and pushed a little deeper with each delicious stroke.

She closed her eyes and suddenly she was back in the dream she'd been having that morning. Hawkins (the horny bastard!) had now tied her hands suspending her from the shed's ceiling (what was one to do? She was only a poor, defenceless woman and he was so big and strong.) She could feel the rough skin of his thick gardener's fingers toying with painfully erect nipples, tweaking and twisting them till she yelped. His cock, as thick and sturdy as a rake handle eased smoothly in and out of her molten centre. Looking back, what she loved about him was how he saw right through her carefully managed 'lady of the manor' image to see the woman underneath. A flesh and blood woman with needs that her husband couldn't satisfy. A wanton, lusty woman hidden beneath the icy cool 'English rose' exterior.

She remembered how he used to tease her by pinning her down and lightly rubbing the tip of his knob around the entrance of her shamefully wet pussy till she begged him to fuck her. 

"Please," she'd say breathlessly, before he thrust deeply into her, right up to the hilt, laughing cruelly as his balls slapped her backside making her squeal as the breath rushed out of her in a thrilling gasp of forbidden passion.

Her wet hair hung limply from her head but she was able to see between her widely spread leg and she watched, fascinated, as the jets once again washed over her thighs, the water more focussed now, hard little jets, stroking her flesh like his fingers used to. 

The dildo began to move a little faster now, firmly fucking her with a hard mechanical rhythm, making her body judder, her breasts jiggling beneath her. Soon she felt the teasing little brushes moving over her breasts, moving in slow circles towards her nipples. They were standing proud like little rosebuds now, tight little bundles of nerves demanding ever more stimulation. 

"No, please," she cried, her mind still not quite believing what was happening, her body betraying her, pushing back against the delicious friction of the dildo and loving the feel of its uncompromising metallic hardness. The machine varied its rhythm, sometimes using short, sharp strokes that caused her to pant like an animal, sometimes using long, slow strokes that pushed deep between her swollen lips and filled her hot pussy. After a while, it settled into a fast, relentless rhythm that drove her wild, her body undulating in time and aching for more. 

Elizabeth could already feel the first stirrings of another gorgeous climax and found herself hoping it wouldn't stop. How would it know when to stop? Perhaps it would go on for hours, tirelessly fucking her as her captive body writhed and twisted, experiencing orgasm after delicious orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh," she grunted in time with the dildo's staccato thrusts, her voice rising in pitch as it began to speed up.

"Anal cavity search starting," the machine announced, but Elizabeth barely heard it, sobbing loudly as one of the little rotating brushes stroked her right nipple sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she whimpered, her helpless body submitting, as between her legs a jet of water grew harder and faster, playing over her slit, up and down, up and down, making her beg for more. 

"Oh, oh!" she gasped as she felt it stroking her aching, ultra-sensitive clitoris like a lover's fingers, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, till she felt she couldn't take it any more.

Behind her, a slimmer dildo-shaped jet inched towards her buttocks, slowly aligning itself with her anus. Elizabeth barely noticed it though, her emotions overloaded with the tireless mechanical pounding of the dildo. 

"Yes, yes," she gasped as the water jets flicked over her hungry, swollen clitoris and the brushes rotated against her rock-hard, super-sensitive nipples till her body was quivering with the sensations of pleasure. 

"No, no more, too much, too much," she gasped feverishly, her body already overwhelmed and over-stimulated as she felt the slim lubricated probe sliding between her widely spread buttocks to press against the tight little virginal entrance of her bum hole. 

"No, please, not in my ass!" she mewed, trying to pull her hands free and squeezing her anus as the probe pressed against her insistently. She'd never been fucked there before. Even in her wildest fantasies, she'd never wanted it there but the machine was deaf to her loud protests.

"No! Please!" she begged as she felt a blast of warm oil trickle between her buttocks, and felt the jet press hard against her anus.

"No, not there, oh no!" she squealed as she felt it's oily smoothness slide past the tight little ring of her anus, the slim, hardness feeling huge as it penetrated her tight entrance.

Even as she experienced the strange new sensation of the anal dildo, other sensations swept over her. Elizabeth felt like she was floating, surfing the waves of pleasure that surged through her helpless, trembling body. As the dildos moved faster and the teasing little brushes stimulated her clitoris, Elizabeth's desperate moans grew higher and higher pitched. She couldn't believe what was happening: she was well on her way to the best orgasm since Hawkins left and it was going to be caused by her shower! 

The vaginal probe was a silvery blur now, approaching its maximum speed as the anal probe pushed ever deeper into her. She'd had plenty of sex in her life but this was different; the machine was fucking her in a thorough, relentless, uncompromising way that pushed her helpless body towards a terrific orgasm. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, don't stop!" she begged as her heart thumped, the blood rushed in her ears and she felt the first tremors of a tremendous orgasm approaching. Her hips undulated in time as the dildo pumped faster and faster in and out of her pussy, with a loud wet noise and the anal probe thrust in and out of her ass, quickly falling into synch. 

"I'm so close, please, please don't stop," she begged frantically, her whole body trembling and desperate for release as the intense water jets flicked over her swollen clit. The dildos thrust faster and faster, harder and harder till with a final thrust both probes plunged deep into her pushing her over the edge.

"OH YES, YES!" she screamed, her back arching, her whole body shuddering with pleasure as a tsunami of a climax swept through her, her shivering, feverish body twisting and jerking, as she gasped for breath.

---

The morning sun lit up the hallway as Elizabeth danced down the stairs towards the ringing phone. 

"It's OK Juanita, I've got it," she said breezily, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is the Tyrell Corporation customer service desk. I understand your shower was serviced yesterday and I wonder if you'd mind helping with a short survey." 

"Happy to," replied Elizabeth, smiling. 

"Great. Now overall, how satisfied where you with your service?" 

"Oh, I was very, very satisfied," she said, her plump lips curling into a broad smile. "There's just one thing: the engineer set it up to run a special program and I was wondering... how can I get it to run again?" 



The Rise of the Machines Pt. 02



Five years have passed since part 1. Androids have quickly developed from being expensive specialist machines designed for dangerous work underground or in nuclear power stations to be common in all kinds of businesses. Recently androids, increasingly indistinguishable from humans, have started appearing in the homes of the wealthy and technology-obsessed, mass production making a basic model as cheap as a luxury car.

Lady Elizabeth Greenham's husband has died of a heart attack (ironically during sex, although not with her). She was the sole heir of all his money, properties and business ventures. She quickly sold off most of those businesses, but held on to a small marketing company, which she now runs part-time. Over the years, she's forgotten any lessons she learned since part 1: is there anyone out there who can give her a reminder?

Mitch stumbled into his apartment, his arms full of groceries, cartons of takeaway food and a six-pack of beer. 

"Damn!" he grunted as his mobile began to ring. 

He dumped everything on the kitchen counter and quickly glanced at the screen before answering - it was an old army buddy. 

"Hi Pete, what's up?" 

"Hey man, what's up with you? Why'd you blank me today?" his friend snapped.

"Blank you? What? When?" Mitch said, puzzled. 

"This morning, you were coming out of a supermarket in The Heights. I blew my horn and waved; you looked up then scuttled away down some alley. You avoiding me, man?" 

"No, no, wasn't me, I've been at work all day, haven't been near the Heights." 

"Are you sure? It looked exactly like you. I mean, you had a baseball cap pulled down over your face but, man, I was sure it was you." 

"Definitely not me."

"Well then you've got an identical twin brother." 

"Yeah, handsome devil is he? Anyway, I've been meaning to call you. What do you want for your birthday?"

"Hey, how about one of those Trillian 'bots?" Pete joked. 

"Trillian, as in the airhead pop singer?" 

"Yeah, haven't you seen the news?" 

"No, not yet." 

"Well check it out: you know you can now get a replicant maid that looks just like her?" 

"Err, really?" 

"Man," Pete said exasperated. "You know, you're spending way too much time at work, you really need to watch the news now and again, you know?" 

They talked for a few minutes more, before agreeing to meet up for birthday drinks on Friday.

Mitch dished up his chinese takeaway and got a beer from the fridge. Collapsing onto the sofa, he switched on the TV and randomly selected one of the dozens of 'newsertainment' channels. 

"And now 'droid news," said a middle-aged male presenter with unnaturally white teeth, slicked back hair and burnt orange skin. 

"Have you ever dreamed of having your breakfast served by your favourite movie star? Or your carpet vacuumed by the latest teen pop star? You have? Well, you're not alone. It's the new trend that's sweeping the nation: customized 'bots." 

The picture cut to a production line where heads were being fitted to an endless assembly line of replicants. 

"Droids are increasingly common in businesses and homes these days but do you really want a maid that looks like everybody else's? A robot butler that's identical to your neighbour's? Well for a few extra Eurodollars you can have a 'droid that looks like your favourite actor, singer or artist," the presenter continued enthusiastically.

He turned to a different camera and rearranged his botoxed features to look more serious. 

"But there is a dark side to this new trend. We reported last month how teen singing sensation Trillian had licenced her image to be used on a new range of maid 'bots manufactured by the Tyrell Corporation."

Mitch had heard of Trillian. She was the latest teenage singing sensation: a sassy teenage New Yorker whose overt sexuality and brash, colourful image had recently captured the public's attention. The screen cut to a video of her new single. She writhed and danced energetically to a pumping beat in a school uniform that clung tightly to every curve of her slim, young body. 

"What do I gotta do, what do I gotta do to get an A?" she crooned, looking up at the camera as she suggestively sucked a lollipop.

"But now video has surfaced on the internet showing one of the new Trillian 'bots engaged in lewd sexual activity."

The screen cut away to a heavily censored image. Although it was blurred, Mitch could clearly make out what appeared to be Trillian dressed in a maid's uniform giving someone a blowjob. As he watched, the blurry cock withdrew and a male, off-screen voice said: "tell me what you want."

"I want you to (bleep) my (bleep) with your (bleep) Sir," the 'bot said, most of her words replaced with high-pitched tones as she looked up at the camera with her big brown eyes. 

Mitch failed to suppress a smile as the camera cut back to the studio. 

"I'm now joined by Trillian herself," the presenter said, turning to a young woman angrily chewing gum and dressed in a tightly fitting hot-pink catsuit. "You must be very angry about this."

"Yeah, those bozos at Tyrell promised that the 'bots would be limited to light domestic duties, you know making coffee and unloading the dishwasher and that kind of shit. No funny business. As soon as the owner starts to get fresh, the replicant's supposed to freeze and need a factory reset. That's what they promised in the contract we signed," she said angrily in her strong New York accent. 

"Yes, but we understand that the behavior limiter's been overridden by amateur hackers." 

"Yeah well hackers or not, my lawyers have been in touch and told them to recall all the faulty models. It's my reputation that's on the line here. I mean, it's degradin'. It's humiliatin'. It's not like I'd ever use that kind of disgusting language," she pouted. "I mean it's fucking unbelievable what's happened."

The presenter smiled uncomfortably, seriously regretting agreeing to a live interview. 

"Well we can only hope these hackers are brought to justice quickly. Have you got a message for your fans?" 

"Yes, this droid business really isn't my fault. The blame lies with the manufacturers. I just want to concentrate on my singing, and I'd like to remind my loyal fans that my new album's available for download next Wednesday." 

"Great, well I'm sure we're all looking forward to hearing that," the presenter said unconvincingly. "Now back to Harriet in the studio."

Mitch finished his beer and chuckled to himself. This girl who traded on her sexuality and sold her image to be used on slavebots was complaining that some of the sad, middle-aged men that bought them were now using them for sex. What a surprise. The world's finally gone mad, he thought as he loaded up the dishwasher.

A few hours later, he checked his mobile before turning in and groaned. A text from Lady Greenham inviting him to an early morning meeting. A bad start to a busy day.

Lady Elizabeth Greenham leant back in her soft, black leather executive chair and scribbled another note on Mitch's report. She was going back through the executive summary again when the desk phone rang.

"It's Mitch Johnson to see you, ma'am," her PA said. 

"Okay, wait ten minutes then send him in," she instructed, then turned to stare idly out of the window at the traffic jamming up the city streets a long way below her window. 

"Always make 'em wait," her late husband would always say. "Show 'em who's boss." 

Outside, her PA Marnie put the phone down and smiled at him. 

"She'll see you in ten minutes," she said before turning back to her screen. 

Mitch smiled thinly and nodded. Her Ladyship always went through this annoying pantomime of making him wait. She didn't seem to realise that as her head of security he had plenty of things he could be getting on with. 

Marnie pretended to be reading an email but couldn't resist glancing over at Mitch. She felt a mixture of emotions whenever she saw him. She felt a little guilty given what she knew about Lady Elizabeth's household staff but also a little flirty. There was something about him that she found very attractive. Maybe it was those dark, intense eyes or his stern, no-nonsense attitude. Or maybe it was just the way his white shirt clung to his chiseled chest

"If only my boyfriend had a body like Mitch's!" she thought wickedly as she chewed the end of her pencil. 

The last time she and her boyfriend had made love she'd closed her eyes and imagined it was Mitch on top of her, his lips raining hot kisses on her neck, his taut, muscular buttocks bobbing up and down between her thighs. It was the first time in weeks that she'd had an orgasm, and she felt her cheeks flush at the sudden inappropriate memory. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he kept glancing at her legs. Naughtily, she crossed them, letting her skirt ride up exposing acres of smooth, pale thigh and felt a little thrill of excitement as she was rewarded with another glance in her direction.

Mitch jiggled his foot impatiently. He'd found himself waiting in this little office more often than he liked. On the plus side, he'd worked out that if he sat on a particular chair at a particular angle he had an excellent view of Marnie's shapely legs.  

He slouched in the chair pretending to read through his report but easily distracted as the hem of her skirt inched up her smooth, creamy thighs. It looked like quite a tight skirt. Mitch idly fantasized about bending her over her desk, the skirt stretched tightly over her bottom. Would it be too tight to slide up over her thighs? Or would he have to locate the zipper to remove it? He imagined wriggling her sensible office skirt over her hips and down her longs legs, until it formed a little grey pool around her ankles. What kind of undies would a girl like Marnie wear? Something appropriate for the office; sensible, plain, white cotton knickers? Or something more daring like a racy, lacy, little thong?

His lewd thoughts were interrupted by the shrill sound of Marnie's phone ringing.

"Lady Elizabeth will see you now, Mitch," she said, getting up from behind her desk and leading Mitch towards Her Ladyship's office. 

Her fashionably tight knee-length pencil skirt forced her to take small, child-like steps. Mitch strolled behind her, enjoying the view of her derriere swaying from side-to-side, her buttocks jiggling enticingly under the figure-hugging material. 

Mitch had always fancied the slim redhead and if she hadn't been acting so strangely lately he might have made a pass at her. It might have been his imagination but there was something about her attitude towards him that made it seem like she was enjoying some private joke at his expense, laughing at him behind his back.

"Mitch Johnson, ma'am," she said, standing aside to let him pass, then suddenly started giggling, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth. 

"Thanks Marnie, thanks for coming up Mitch," she said, looking up from her desk as her PA exited.

"What's up with her? Did I miss something funny?" he said nodding towards Marnie as he took a seat.

"Oh uh, private joke," she smiled. "Now I've been looking over this report you wrote."

They had recently moved into a new building and Lady Greenham had asked him to review the existing security. It had taken him a couple of weeks and some late nights but he was quite proud of the result.

"Yes?" he said. 

"Well it's not quite what I was hoping for." 

"You asked me to review the existing security and that's exactly what you have there." 

"Well it's not really detailed enough. I also wanted you to provide some recommendations, ideally with costings." 

"Well why didn't you ask me then?" he replied, his hands squeezing the chair arms, as he tried to control his temper. 

"I did ask you at our meeting last week." 

"No you didn't, you said you just wanted a high level security review, you didn't mention any recommendations or costings," he said through clenched teeth.

She leant back in her chair and looked at him coolly. 

"Let's not argue Mitch. The fact is I don't have all the information I need so I need you to go away and do this properly." 

Mitch clenched his fists around the armrests, his knuckles whitening, then took a deep breath and counted to five, determined not to lose his temper. 

"I did do it properly but I'll make those changes if that's what you really want. I can have it for you next week." 

"Next week? No, that's no good. I need it on my desk by close of play Friday." 

"Friday? Now wait a minute I just don't..." 

But she cut him off before he could finish his sentence. 

"Friday, Mitch. Now run along, the sooner you get started the sooner you'll finish." 

Marnie smiled at him as he strode out of the office, slamming the door behind him. 

"Good meeting Mitch?" she grinned. 

He ignored her, maybe she was trying to be nice but it felt like she was laughing at him. He was too annoyed to wait for the lift and he fumed as he ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. If he didn't need this job so much he'd tell her where she could shove her report. Why was she treating him like something she'd stepped in? 

Actually, it was no mystery: it had all started when he turned down a date with her. Although she'd asked him over for dinner at her place to discuss some recruitment issues he was pretty sure it wasn't just about business. Well what was he to do? It wasn't that she was unattractive, in fact she well quite good looking for her age. It was just that he was looking for someone more his age (he was twenty-five). It was just as well he hadn't brought up the age difference, maybe it would have made it worse, although it was hard to imagine how.

Elizabeth placed the report in the wastepaper bin and reaching under the desk, switched off the voice recorder and slipped it into her handbag.

"That'll teach him for turning me down," she thought vindictively. "Maybe he thinks he's too good for me. Well think again, Mitch Johnson."

He worked on the report for the rest of the day but soon realised he'd have trouble finishing it by the end of Friday. He called Pete to postpone their drinks until Saturday then dialled the number for Lady Elizabeth's office. 

"Hello?" said a voice he immediately recognized as Marnie's. 

"Hi Marnie, its Mitch. Can I talk to her?" 

"I'm sorry Mitch she's unavailable right now, can I help?" 

"Well it's this report. I think it's going to be late on Friday when I finish it so I was thinking maybe I could drop it round to her house on my way home from work, she seemed to want it urgently." 

"Her house?" Marnie said, suddenly sounding alarmed. "No, no that's not a good idea." 

Was he imagining it or did she sound distinctly nervous? 

"I'll check with her when she calls in but I think you'd best leave it on her desk here. Or leave it with me." 

"Oh, OK, well I just thought I'd offer, she said she needed it asap but if you think that's best." 

"I do, absolutely. Thanks for calling Mitch."

He had to work late on Friday to finish it, and didn't get home till nearly midnight. He lay awake in bed unable to sleep, the thoughts of what had happened over the last couple of days running around his head. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that there was something odd going on. Why did Marnie giggle whenever she saw him? And why was she so anxious about him going round to Her Ladyship's house? After all, he'd been there before. Whatever was going on it had to be something to do with the house. He resolved that next week he had to go round and take a look, just to put his mind at ease.

On Tuesday morning he made an excuse about needing to meet a supplier, checked that Her Ladyship was at her desk then drove round to her house. Well, house wasn't really a suitable word. Lady Elizabeth lived in a huge, sprawling Tudor mansion. He told the butler that answered the intercom that he needed to drop off some papers for Lady Elizabeth. Mitch waited for the huge wrought iron gates to slowly creak open, then drove down the long gravel drive.

He rang the doorbell and waited. He couldn't have been more surprised when the door was answered by his identical twin. 

It was like looking in a mirror. Like him, the man was six feet tall with an athletic build, his dark hair trimmed in a neat crewcut. Mitch was at first stunned then relieved to note the one crucial difference, the tattooed barcode on his neck that meant that he was looking at a replicant. Mitch's head spun. Why did Lady Elizabeth have a 'bot that looked just like him? He quickly realised he needed to find out why, and the one of the things he'd learned from his years in the army was how to think on his feet.

"Can I help you Sir?" the butler said impatiently. It didn't seem to notice or care that it was looking at its twin. Mitch thrust his hands into his jacket pockets and found a neatly folded copy of his report. 

"Yes, uh, I work for Lady Elizabeth and I, uh, I need to drop off these papers. She told me to leave them in her home office." 

The butler extended his hand: "Very well Sir, I can see to that for you". 

Mitch snapped his hand back. 

"No! No, she insisted I leave it there myself," he said, realising that he was sounding somewhat paranoid. The butler paused, and they stared at each other uncomfortably for a few seconds as each wondered what to do next. 

"She really was quite specific. You can always check with her when she comes home," Mitch said helpfully.

"Well I suppose you'd better come in then. Her office is at the top of the stairs, can I get you a glass of water or something?" the replicant said leading him into the grand hallway. 

"Yes please, I'll be right back down," Mitch said as he ran up the sweeping hardwood staircase. 

Mitch was pleased to see that her desk wasn't a modern type, with its drawers secured by fingerprint-sensors. It was an antique oak desk with old-fashioned key-locks. For someone who'd been in the army then worked in security, the locks on the desk drawers weren't much of a challenge. He worked quickly and methodically through the drawers until he found what he was looking for, an instruction manual for the android. There was a single word "Hawkins" scribbled on the back which he hoped was the password.

He heard the butler calling his name as he memorized the password then put the manual back and re-locked the drawers.

"Sorry I got a bit lost up there, you've got a lot of rooms here, huh?" he said amicably as he walked back down the stairs. 

"Indeed Sir," the butler replied, managing to sound unconvinced as he handed Mitch his glass of water. 

"Thanks," Mitch said as he took the glass. "Now I want you to enter administrator mode." 

The butler looked surprised then simply said "Password?" 

"Hawkins," Mitch replied. 

The butler paused, and then replied: "Okay I confirm I'm in administrator mode, what can I do for you, Sir?"

Mitch smiled triumphantly then he led the butler back up the stairs; administrator mode was for use by service engineers and gave him complete control but only temporarily. 

"Okay, number one: you won't tell anyone I was here today. When Lady Elizabeth comes home you'll act normally and mention nothing about this." 

"Yes Sir," the butler replied as Mitch led him into the large bathroom and shut the door behind them. 

"Number two: take off all your clothes."

Whilst he waited, he looked around. It was a modern bathroom with large, frosted windows, one corner dominated by a large automated shower. He shook his head at the surprising turn of events. When he'd had woken up that morning, he didn't imagine that by 3 o'clock he'd be using his mobile to take photo's of a naked replica of himself. 

"This is easily the most surreal thing I've ever done," he thought as he took a close-up of the replicant's face. 




The Rise of the Machines Pt. 02



Whoever had customized this thing had done a really good job. The replicant had a bit less chest and pubic hair and obviously there was the standard android barcode on his neck but other than that it was a remarkable piece of work. He couldn't see any real differences. He took a close up of the barcode then instructed the replicant to get dressed. 

"What on earth's going on here?" he thought as he watched the 'droid pulling on his trousers. "Why has Lady Greenham got a robot butler that looks exactly like me?" 

Then he had an idea.

"Do you have remote streaming capability?" he asked. 

"Yes, all series seven models have that Sir," the replicant replied as he fastened his belt. 

"Good," Mitch thought to himself. "Maybe I can see what's going on here." 

He scribbled his number on a scrap of paper. 

"I want you to broadcast the stream from your inbuilt camera to this number between 8pm and 1am. One more thing: you'll continue to obey all of Her Ladyship's instructions and behave as normal until I tell you otherwise."

When Mitch got home, he checked the technical specifications for series seven 'bots on the Tyrell Corporation's website. On that series of 'bots, administrator mode lasted for a maximum of seventy-two hours. Mitch hoped that that would be long enough to work out what the hell was going on.

At precisely eight o'clock Mitch's mobile rang. When he answered, the screen started showing a video of the inside of a fridge. The replicant butler had a micro camera behind its eyes and a wireless transmitter in its head. 

"What the butler saw," Mitch sniggered to himself, as the replicant's hand extended into the fridge and withdrew a half-empty bottle of white wine. 

He connected his mobile to his new wall-mounted holo-screen with the press of a button. Of course, holo-screens had been around for a number of years but Mitch was particularly pleased with this new model, its sharp, lifelike three-dimensional picture making him feel like he was really there.

He opened a beer and put his bare feet up on the coffee table, watching as the butler's hands put the bottle and an empty glass on a tray that appeared to extend out of the screen towards him. The butler took it through into the office where Lady Greenham was sitting behind the desk wearing a smart black jacket and skirt as if she were still at work.

"She must be working late," concluded Mitch. 

She looked up from some papers as the butler approached. 

"That's great," she said. "Now finish tidying up in the kitchen then come back up and we'll run through that little role-play I told you about the other day." 

"Yes, ma'am," he heard the butler say.

"What the hell's going on?" Mitch mumbled as he watched the butler loading the dishwasher and wiping down the surfaces. A few minutes later, he watched a hand reach out and tapped the office door. 

"Come in Mitch," said Lady Greenham's muffled voice.

"Now I've been looking over this report you wrote," she continued as the butler sat down.

"Yes?" the replicant replied. 

"Well it's not quite what I was hoping for." 

"You asked me to review the existing security and that's exactly what you have there." 

"Now this is really bizarre," thought Mitch. "This is an action replay of that meeting we had last week."

"Well it's not really detailed enough. I also wanted you to provide some recommendations, ideally with costings." 

"Well why didn't you ask me then? We went through this last week you didn't mention any costings," the butler replied angrily. 

"I did ask you at our meeting last week." 

"No you didn't, you said you just wanted a high level security review, you didn't mention any recommendations." 

"May I remind you that you're an employee here and if I want you to rewrite this report you'll bloody well rewrite it," she said angrily, her hazel eyes glittering darkly. 

"I may be an employee but I'm not your personal fucking slave," the replicant said, standing up. 

"That's enough Mitch! Get out!" she shouted, pointing towards the door. 

"I'll get out when I've taught you some manners," he heard the android say menacingly.

From the blurred and jerky images following this exchange, Mitch guessed that the butler had lurched towards Lady Greenham and grabbed her by the arm.

"No! Get off me!" she squealed. 

The screen showed an image of the back of her head, her glossy brunette hair filling the screen. When the 'droid looked down, he could see that he'd twisted one arm behind her back, leaving the other free to tug at her smart black office skirt. 

"What are you doing? Stop that!" she shouted as he watched the arm tug it up over her bare legs. 

Mitch felt his cock stiffen as he watched the robot tug the skirt up over her naked thighs revealing her nicely rounded buttocks wriggling and squirming beneath a pair of thin black panties. Her bottom seemed to protrude out of the screen making him feel the urge to reach out of pinch the pert buttocks. He caressed and squeezed the bulge in his jeans as the butler drew his hand back and slapped her naked cheeks forcing Her Ladyship to cry out in shock. 

"It's high time someone taught you some manners," the replicant growled as he spanked her again. 

"No! Stop that!" she shrieked. Although the images on screen were jerky and blurred, and mainly showed the back of Lady Greenham's head, it was pretty clear what was going on from the sounds.

"It's time you learnt that I'm not your personal slave," hissed the butler over the sound of his hand connecting smartly with her tender buttocks. 

"Ow! No stop, stop!" squealed Her Ladyship, over and over. 

Mitch felt stroked his now fully erect cock through his jeans as the picture changed to show the butler's hand stroking her slightly reddened buttocks then tug at the waistband of her panties. 

"No, Mitch, please don't!" she begged as the butler slipped the thin black material over her wriggling buttocks. 

"You know how long I've wanted to fuck this cute little ass of yours?" he heard the butler say, as the screen changed to show his hand unzipping his flies. 

"Fuck me? Oh please no!" she said, struggling harder but still held firmly against the wall. She squealed loudly as the butler released her hand, using both hands to tug her hips back, impaling her on his sizeable cock.

The picture became very jerky now and it was clear that despite all her protestations Her Ladyship was very aroused. 

"No, no, no, stop! Bastard!" she gasped breathlessly as the picture showed a blurry image of her neck and hair. 

"God, you feel so good. I've wanted to do this ever since I met you," the replicant grunted, his lips next to ear.

"Don't, don't!" she gasped as the picture grew more and more blurry, the butler obviously speeding up. 

"No, no," she groaned, her voice rising to a crescendo. 

"No, oh, oh, ooooh!" she wailed as the picture grew very blurry then slowly settled.

"That was fantastic, Mitch darling," she crooned, her flushed face filling the screen as she turned and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "Now while I take a shower I want you to go into the bedroom, get naked and have a lie down." 

For the next few minutes, the screen showed a grainy, static picture of the bedroom ceiling with the faint static hiss of a shower in the background. Mitch went to get himself another beer while he waited for the action to resume. It felt like half-time at the football. 

When he came back it still looked the same, but the noise of the shower had stopped. Her Ladyship reappeared towelling her curly, brunette hair whilst clad in a slinky silvery-grey kimono. She was carrying something in her hand which glittered in the soft bedroom lighting but he couldn't make out what it was till she got closer. She leaned over the naked replicant giving him an excellent view of both the handcuffs and her cleavage. Her shapely breasts jiggled beneath the thin silk as, out of view, she chained the android's wrists to the headboard. 

"What are you doing?" the android said sleepily, struggling weakly. 

"We're going to have a little fun, Mitch," she replied, propping a pillow under his head then sliding down over his body after tugging firmly at his wrists to check they were secure.

"Mmm, such a gorgeous body," she moaned straddling his legs and running her soft hands down over his trim pec's and lean stomach. The android groaned as she ran a crimson fingernail along his flaccid cock, stroking the sensitive skin. She smiled, watching in fascination as the blood flowed into his cock causing it to slowly straighten and stiffen like a balloon being inflated. 

"You know I like lots of things about you, your firm chest, those big biceps. But you what I love most of all? That lovely thick cock of yours," she purred as she gently squeezed and fondled his balls. 

Mitch watched as she grabbed a bottle of oil from behind her and squeezed a generous amount onto the butler's prick. Lady Elizabeth licked her lips as she watched the viscous fluid run down over his thick shaft.

"Mmm, lovely and hard already, just the way I like it" she said throatily, wrapping her hand around his straining cock and slowly working it up and down till the whole length glistened in the soft light.

The image on the holo-screen was crystal clear, her hand extending out of the screen towards him, then away from him, then back towards him, as she stroked his hot, hard column of flesh.

Mitch could hardly believe what he was seeing as he lay back on his couch. The replicant's body was virtually identical to his so it felt like Her Ladyship was giving him the hand job. His cock pressed against his jeans and he ran his hand over the tight bulge as he watched her slender, well-manicured fingers gliding over the oily skin. She was wearing a gold ring with a huge diamond that sparkled in the half-light and her fingers looked pale and slim against the thick, swollen flesh.

"Oh God, that's good," the butler groaned as Elizabeth ran her fingers up over his thick shaft and toyed with the sensitive head of his circumcised prick. 

"Yes, so good," he moaned as she grasped his shaft and gently stroked the sensitive spot beneath his glans with her thumb.

"Like that, do you?" she asked rhetorically , squeezing a little more lube onto her fingers as she teased and explored him, the lube mixing with the precum that had started to ooze from the tip.

Mitch slowly unzipped his fly and slid his jeans down over his hips as he watched, his beer long forgotten. 

"This is like being in your own personal porn film," he thought as he raised his hips and slid the waistband of his shorts down over his legs exposing his fully erect cock in the flickering light from the screen. He watched as Elizabeth shifted position, leaning forward and giving him a great view of her cleavage as she started to stroke a little faster, her firm, rounded boobs seeming to protrude from the screen. 

"Now this is why everyone needs a high-def holo-screen," he chuckled realising she was naked under her gown, her nipples clearly defined beneath the thin, silky material. 

"Mmm, you like that huh? Would you like me to go faster?" she asked, her hand still moving smoothly up and down his thick shaft producing wet slurping noises. The screen moved up and down as the replicant nodded enthusiastically. 

"You would? Ask me nicely then," she insisted. 

"Please, go a little faster," he heard the android say, his voice a hoarse rasp. 

"Well seeing as you asked so nicely," she replied as she grasped him a little tighter and started pumping his cock a little faster. 

"Oh yeah," the replicant grunted, his legs straightening, his hips arching up off the bed.

Mitch started stroking his cock to the same rhythm. He could tell she was enjoying it too, her free hand slipping between her legs as she worked. Before long, the replicant was breathing heavily, his hips moving in time with her hand, his cock red and swollen as her hand worked faster. Elizabeth smiled as she stopped causing him to groan in frustration. 

"Oh, did you want me to carry on?" she asked, lightly running a fingertip up and down his quivering shaft, tracing one of the thick, throbbing veins. 

"Oh God yes!" he gasped. 

"Beg me," she teased gently toying with the super-sensitive head, his cock jerking like an electric shock was being applied. 

"Please, please, don't stop," he pleaded.

She smiled as she opened her dressing gown and dribbled some of the warm oil onto her full, rounded boobs. Mitch heard the android groan as they both watched her hands gliding over the smooth, soft skin, gently tweaking and flicking her nipples until they were as hard and erect as his cock. 

"Can you imagine how it would feel to slide that lovely cock between my breasts?" she asked as squeezed her soft mounds together emphasizing the impressive depth of her cleavage.

"Oh God!" the android gasped.

"Maybe you'll get to find out one day, if you're very, very good," she teased as she dribbled some oil onto the android's straining prick then used her fingertips to spread it over his throbbing shaft.

Mitch felt his own arousal growing, watching as she skilfully stroked him. Lady Elizabeth took her time, leisurely rubbing his cock with long, slow strokes along the full length. Then making him moan by switching to short, hard strokes over the sensitive head. Sometimes using the palm of her hand, sliding it along the well-lubed underside. Soon the butler's breathing became shallow and hot, his body twitching as she brought him nearer and nearer the point of no return. 

"That's it! Don't stop, don't stop!" the butler gasped. 

"You know I'm not sure if you deserve this, Mitch," she said, tormenting him by slowing down again, expertly keeping him right on the edge of release.

"No, don't stop, just a little more, please," the replicant pleaded desperately, his cock twitching. Mitch watched as Elizabeth's hand slip between his legs stroking his sensitive perineum and toying with his anus. 

"You know you really were quite disrespectful in my office this afternoon," she said, her hazel eyes glittering darkly in the half-light. "Perhaps you feel you want to apologise." 

"I'm sorry," he said then held his breath as he watched her wrap her fingers around his balls and squeezed. He yelped as she tightened her grip.

"How sorry are you?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm very, very sorry, Lady Elizabeth, I didn't mean to disrespect you," he whimpered as he squirmed. 

"Such a bad boy," she admonished, lightly slapping his cock. "Perhaps I ought to just leave you here to think about how bad you've been."

"No, please don't," he pleaded. "I'll be good". 

"I really ought to finish watching that film I started watching last night," she said, pretending to get up from the bed.

"No, please, please, don't go!" he begged, desperately.

"Call me Boss," she insisted, sitting back down and lightly stroking him. 

"I'm really sorry it won't happen again Boss," he gasped, his buttocks clenching, his hips arching off the bed as she started jerking him back and forth.

Mitch wrapped his fist around his rock hard cock, stroking himself to the same rhythm as on screen. The pre-cum oozed from its tip, his balls tightening, his leg muscles straining as he watched the brunette's three-dimensional hand tighten its grip, squeezing the replicant's shaft as it jerked up and down. 

"Oh yes, please don't stop Boss," he heard the replicant groaned as the brunette tugged his throbbing cock with one hand and stroked his swollen balls with the other. 

"And you'll obey my orders in future?" she said as she jerked a little faster. 

"Yes, yes Boss, just please don't stop."

"Ooh, you're quite close aren't you, you naughty boy," she purred as she felt his balls tighten, his hot breath rasping in his throat.

Lady Elizabeth was thoroughly enjoying teasing him. Enjoying keeping him right on the verge of release, her steady rhythm slowing whenever she noticed his hands pulling at the cuffs, or hearing that desperate edge in his voice as he pleaded with her.

She'd paid a lot of money for the top quality replica of her security manager and it was easy for her to kid herself it was the real Mitch begging her for release as his hot body squirmed beneath her. Men like Mitch thought they were the stronger sex but really they were so weak, so easy to manipulate. She squeezed his swollen prick a little tighter enjoying his strangled cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, don't stop!" he cried, his thigh muscles burning as he moved his hips in time with her tormenting fingers.

"Oooh, do you want to come now Mitch? Do you want to come over my boobs?" she asked pumping his prick hard now as she leaned forward and pulled her gown wide apart, her gloriously naked boobs spilling out. 

"Yes, oh yes, boss, please!" the butler replied his body taut, his cock ready to burst. 

"Then beg me, Mitch," she said, maintaining her steady rhythm and keeping him teetering on the edge. 

"Please, please let me cum, Boss, oh please Your Ladyship, just a little more," he groaned, his body arching against the bed, his cock twitching, every muscle in his body tensed. 

"And you'll do whatever I want back in the office?" she teased, gently stroking his angry-looking cock between just her thumb and forefinger. 

"Please, please I'll do anything you want Boss, just let me cum," he begged.

"Good boy," she smiled, rewarding him by wrapping her hand around his throbbing shaft and stroking him once more. 

"Now I want you to cum for me Mitch," she instructed, her hand moving faster and faster, driving him closer and closer, his hot body writhing and glistening with sweat, his hands straining against the handcuffs until he came with a loud roar, his cock jerking spasmodically.

"Ooh, you did want to cum badly, didn't you?" she giggled as he continued to ejaculate for several long seconds, copious amounts of his thick white spunk spurted from the tip and splashed on her boobs and gown. She smiled, slowly stroking his twitching hardness as she watched his balls contracting spasmodically, emptying every last drop of spunk.

"Good boy!" she giggled girlishly as she watched the last few drops of hot, salty cum slide over his shaft and ooze over her fingers.

Mitch feverishly jerked his prick and watched as Elizabeth leaned towards the replicant and said: "Now I hope you've learned a lesson tonight and you're clear about which one of us is boss around here."

He watched as she slowly licked the pearly white, sticky fluid from her fingers with the tip of her pink tongue, and Mitch could take no more. 

"Uuunnhh!" he groaned as he came too, his body jerking, his heart surging, his hot cum exploding from his hardness and splashing over his bare stomach.



The Rise of the Machines Pt. 03



Hours later, Mitch lay awake in the depths of the night, his mind running over the events of the day again and again. What had happened here? Lady Elizabeth must have lusted after him ever since he turned her down. Apparently, she'd been so obsessed that she'd created an effigy of him with which she was living out her lewd sexual fantasies. How could she do such a thing? The whole thing made him feel angry and used and humiliated. It seemed an awful lot of trouble to go to but then again he supposed she didn't lack for money. 

Did her PA also know about this? Was that why she was behaving so strangely? And now he knew about it, what was he to do? Call the police? Had any laws actually been broken? He eventually fell into a troubled sleep with more questions than answers running through his head.

The next morning he woke up early with the beginnings of a plan. He carefully thought through the details as he lay in the half-light, going over them again and again. As his old sergeant used to say: "fail to prepare and you prepare to fail".

He knew that manufacturers monitored their replicants and the Tyrell Corporation might wonder why Her Ladyship's butler had been in administrator mode for over twenty-four hours now, as it was only generally used for servicing. He knew he didn't have time to fool around so he got up and sprung into action. 

A small, saucer-sized vacuum-bot scurried around his feet cleaning up hair as he trimmed his chest and pubic region with a pair of clippers. He kept comparing his mirror image with the photo's of the butler on his mobile. Satisfied that he'd trimmed his hair to the same level of sparseness he put the clippers away and showered.

He made a cup of coffee then phoned in sick to the office; he felt bad about doing that but having the whole day off was a crucial part of his plan. He knew his next job was going to be a bit trickier. He returned to the bathroom with a black felt-tip pen and a small shaving mirror. On his mobile, he carefully examined the close-up image of the bar-code on the butler's neck. Slowly he began to copy the design with light, tentative strokes at first, then inking the design in more firmly as he gained confidence. He kept referring back to the phone image until he was satisfied. He was pretty pleased with the result: it wasn't identical but you wouldn't notice the difference unless you looked very closely. Comparing his image in the mirror to the images on the phone he reckoned he was pretty much identical to the butler now.

Mitch whistled to himself cheerfully as he rolled up the gravel drive in the early afternoon sunshine. He was relieved to find the butler still in administrator mode and had him show him around the house as he tried to memorise the layout. The front door led into a large wood-panelled hall with a sweeping stone staircase. It had doors leading to a dining room, sitting room and kitchen. Beyond the large kitchen was a cellar, utilities room and a small bathroom. Although it was obviously an old house it had been extensively modernised. 

He guessed that it had taken a very expensive interior designer to blend the modern and the old in such a tasteful way. In the sitting room, he made a mental note of the large oak table and solid oak beams supporting the first floor. He ordered the butler to help him plant a small HD camera in the corner on top of one of the beams.

Upstairs there were three large, airy bedrooms, a bathroom, a smart home office and a small library. He recognised the master bedroom with its en-suite bathroom from the night before and paused for a moment reflecting on the events that had brought him there. His plan was to impersonate the android and see exactly how badly she was behaving first-hand. Then at some point, he was planning to reveal his true identity by summoning the butler and then confront her about her actions. Hopefully it would be enough to persuade her to change her ways. But if she didn't agree, there was always the police...

"OK, I'm off now, I'll see you tomorrow," Marnie said, sticking her head round the door of Elizabeth's office. 

"Are you doing anything tonight?" said Her Ladyship, leaning back in her chair and looking up. 

"No, not really, why?" 

"Well I thought you might like to come 'round and see my new toy," Elizabeth said, smiling. 

"Oh, you mean your new help? I'd love to. I mean I've seen the photo's but I'd love to see exactly what he's like in the flesh, so to speak." 

"OK, well, do you want to come by after dinner, about eight thirty?" 

"Eight thirty it is, can't wait," Marnie replied, showing her white teeth as she smiled.

While he waited, Mitch anxiously paced around the house planning exactly how he wanted the evening to play out. At around seven o'clock he heard the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel drive, and made his way through the kitchen towards the cellar behind the kitchen. "Showtime" he mumbled to himself as he walked down the cellar steps. He heard the front door open then Lady Elizabeth's heels on the hallway's wooden floor. 

"Run a bath for me then I'll have my dinner in the sitting room," he heard her shout. 

Mitch waited patiently, sitting on the cellar steps and staring at the fading sunlight out of a small window while listening to the water rumble in the pipes and the butler peeling vegetables in the kitchen. Outside, the shadows of the trees on the lawn slowly lengthened, and the grass turned from lime green to olive green as evening slowly turned to dusk. As he listened to the butler serving dinner then loading up the dishwasher, dusk turned to night and the outside lights came on.

He was just wondering whether he should make his move when he heard another car coming up the drive. He closed his eyes and listened intently: the car door opening then slamming closed, footsteps on the gravel then Lady Elizabeth's heels on the wooden floor. 

Then voices: "Marnie, do come in."

"Great, hey thanks again for inviting me."

Thoughts raced through his head. Why was Marnie here? Did they suspect something? This wasn't in his plan. Should he call the whole thing off? He could just wait here until the middle of the night and sneak out. Or maybe he could risk climbing out of the window now. 

No, he had a feeling Marnie knew something and this was a chance to find out the full truth. He just had to make sure he seized the initiative and acted quickly when the time came. First though, he wanted to find out how they were treating "Mitch version 2". He waited until the women were settled in the sitting room with a couple of glasses of wine. When the butler returned, he led him down to the cellar and quickly swapped clothes. He instructed the butler to remain down there then skipped up the steps to the mirror in the hallway. He'd just finished straightening his black jacket when he heard Her Ladyship's voice: "Mitch can you bring in the rest of that bottle of wine?"

Mitch knew that this was the most dangerous moment. If they recognised him as the real deal he'd have a lot of explaining to do. His hands shook as he put the zinfandel in an ice bucket and held his breath as he carried it into the sitting room. Surely they'd notice the difference?

Marnie clapped her hands together and giggled as he put the ice bucket on the coffee table. "I just can't get over how lifelike he is!" she said excitedly. 

"Hey, he ought to be lifelike for the amount of money I paid," Elizabeth said drily, holding out her glass. Mitch poured some wine for her trying not to shake too much as the adrenaline coursed through him. 

"So who did the work?" her PA asked, holding out her glass as well. 

"A little company that specialises in customisation. My late husband bought enough shares to get a seat on the board, so they didn't ask too many questions." 

"Well they sure did a great job," Marnie said, sipping her wine. 

"I tell you Marnie he's worth every cent," Elizabeth replied.

Mitch stood patiently while they talked, his mind processing the new information. What would her butler do now? Should he wait indefinitely, or go back to the kitchen? 

"Is there anything else, ma'am?" he prompted when there was a break in the conversation. 

"Just wait there, we may need some more wine in a minute," Elizabeth ordered.

"So you think he's as good as the real thing?" Marnie asked, smiling. 

"Oh, he's much better than the real thing. He's obedient, he's a great cook, he does all the cleaning, I tell you he's the perfect man in every way." 

"In every way?" Marnie asked, smiling wickedly and arching an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, in every way" Elizabeth confirmed. 

"I mean I don't want to pry but..." Marnie said leaning forward, her grey eyes sparkling mischievously. Elizabeth sipped her wine and smiled indulgently.

"Imagine a man, who always wants you, never has a problem getting it up and has more strength and stamina than any man you know. Someone who'll make love all night, putting your needs before his, then the next morning he'll cook you eggs Benedict for breakfast." 

"Wow!" said Marnie, her hand over her open mouth. 

"Plus you don't have to fiddle around with condoms because there's no chance of getting pregnant or getting an STD." 

"Gosh Elizabeth, you lucky girl! So he's just like a real man in the bedroom?" 

"Exactly the same. In fact, everything's exactly the same except he's never too drunk to get it up, he's never away on business..." said Elizabeth counting the advantages on her fingers. 

"Sounds perfect although I guess he's not much for conversation," Marnie said, finishing her wine.

"Well if I want a conversation I can always call a friend. I don't need conversation at the end of a long hard day at the office, I just need a hot meal and a little fun between the sheets." 

"So, uh, he's good between the sheets?" Marnie asked, leaning even closer her cheeks reddening a little. 

Elizabeth leant back and smiled a very contented smile. 

"Oh yes, imagine: a man who'll do whatever you 

want and can keep it up all night."

Marnie crossed her legs as she felt a warm tingle spreading between her thighs. She had a sudden mental image of herself thrashing about joyfully, legs akimbo, enjoying climax after climax as the android pleasured her with his tireless tongue and ever-ready prick.

"Really! Oh my God! Well you're just going to have to give me a pay rise so I can get a synthetic replacement for that useless boyfriend of mine!" Marnie exclaimed.

They both collapsed in fits of giggles as Mitch emptied the wine bottle into their glasses.

"So how did they get him to look so like Mitch?" Marnie asked, swirling the wine around her glass.

"Oh that's easy. It turns out Mitch goes swimming twice a week so I just had a private investigator follow him and take some photo's. They mainly worked from those plus I had his weight and height and so on from the personnel files," Elizabeth smiled at her with a wicked gleam in her eye. "So do you want to inspect the quality of the work?" 

"Can I? Do you mind?" Marnie smiled. Lady Elizabeth turned and looked up at him.

"Take off your jacket and shirt, Mitch," she ordered.

Mitch was still wondering how a private dick had managed to follow him without him noticing and only just caught what she said. He quickly realised he was trapped. He could reveal his true identity at this point but he was learning so much about what had happened. He decided to carry on with the pretence for the time being and reluctantly slipped off the black jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. The two ladies leaned back and sipped their wine as he unbuttoned his shirt. Mitch could feel their eyes burning into him as he undressed. 

"What do you think?" Elizabeth purred as he draped his shirt over his jacket.

"Mmm, very nice," said Marnie, taking in the lean, muscular hardness of his chest. Mitch was proud of the fact that he kept his body in the same shape as when he was in the army. He went swimming at least twice a week and that had resulted in a trim stomach and nicely defined pectorals. 

"You want to see the rest?" 

"No!" thought Mitch. 

"Well I guess it would be rude not to," giggled the young woman. 

"Mitch, take off your trousers," ordered Elizabeth. 

Mitch reluctantly stripped off his shoes and socks then placed his black uniform trousers over the back of the chair with the other clothes, all the time hoping that that might change their minds. 

"There, now isn't that something?" Elizabeth said contentedly. 

"I just can't believe how human he looks!" exclaimed Marnie. "Can I touch him?" 

"Sure, come here Mitch" Elizabeth ordered, the voice of a woman who was used to being obeyed, and like a well-behaved dog Mitch felt compelled to take a step forward so that he was standing just in front of them. 

He was naked apart from his black shorts and the emotions were racing around his head. All at once he felt uncomfortable and humiliated and used and embarrassed, but also aroused and flattered as the two ladies ogled his trim body.

Marnie reached out and touched his leg.

"Ooh! He's warm!" she exclaimed snatching her hand back, her mouth open in surprise. 

"Of course he's warm," laughed Elizabeth. 

"I kind of expected him to be cold."

"Like I say he's just like a regular human."

Marnie stroked his upper leg thoughtfully as she sipped her wine.

"So does he, you know, react like a regular guy?" she said, looking up at him seductively. 

Elizabeth grinned, immediately understanding what she meant. 

"Why don't you try and find out?" she replied.

"You know if he was my servant I'd have him walk around like this all day," Marnie said, running a hand over his tight shorts. 

"I do sometimes!" Elizabeth said laughing wickedly. Mitch could feel his dick stirring as her hand explored him through the tight fabric then slipped behind and squeezed his buttocks playfully. It took all his willpower to make himself stand still as she caressed him.

"Hands on your head, Mitch," Elizabeth ordered and he reluctantly complied, feeling ever more helpless and vulnerable as Marnie ran her hand down over his stomach. 

"Oooh, what's this? Looks like he's pleased to see us!" she said, shooting him a teasing grin as her fingers encountered the prominent bulge caused by his rapidly stiffening cock. He watched powerlessly as she stroked him through the thin material her bright pink fingernails contrasting with his dark underwear. 

"Gee, I wish I came home to this every night," Marnie purred, her fingers fondling his hardness till it strained against the fabric.

Elizabeth smiled and leant back as she finished her wine. She crossed her legs, a warm tingly feeling slowly spreading through her loins. Her eyes shone with intensity as she watched the young woman toying with her 'bot. Hearing him groan as Marnie squeezed and rubbed the hard ridge in his shorts. 

"God, he feels so much bigger than my boyfriend. You are a lucky girl!" she exclaimed, smiling as she ran her fingers up and down the impressive length and noted the small wet patch forming in the dark material. 

"Very lucky," agreed Elizabeth suddenly feeling very warm and light-headed. She squeezed her thighs together tightly as she watched the girl's slim fingers tracing the shape of his thick cock. Marnie put her wine glass down and started tugging at the waistband of his shorts. 

"You know I think I'll need to see all of him if I'm to judge him properly," she said biting her lip.

Mitch's mind raced as her mischievous fingers 

started to tug playfully at the waistband of his tight shorts. He'd come here to humiliate Elizabeth and now the tables had been thoroughly turned. As much as he was enjoying Marnie's hands slowly fondling and stroking him he knew he had to do something to get control of the situation before it got any further away from him. 

"Perhaps I should get another bottle of wine before we continue, madam," he suggested hopefully, trying to keep his voice even. 

Marnie looked at Elizabeth, who paused then said "Yes, let's have a bottle of that sauvignon blanc before the grand unveiling."

Mitch heaved a sigh of relief as he escaped Marnie's wicked fingers. He scurried back to the kitchen and quickly found the android Mitch still dressed in his clothes as he waited patiently in the cellar. He gave him his instructions while he stuffed a small kitchen knife into the android's sock. 

"Excuse me madam, I think this wine might be off, do you mind having a look?" he called out as he returned to the kitchen. 

"It can't be off we only got it a couple of weeks ago," Elizabeth said petulantly as she strode into the kitchen. She didn't see the butler hiding just inside the door. He grabbed her from behind, clamping his hand over her mouth. With military efficiency, they gagged and handcuffed her.

Marnie sat patiently in her chair and finished her wine. The feel of the android's hardness and the thought of seeing him naked had left her feeling horny as hell, and she couldn't resist running a finger down over her top to where her nipple pressed against the pink material. Was that the sound of scuffling coming from the kitchen? 

"Everything OK in there?" shouted Marnie anxiously, wondering what was keeping Elizabeth. 

"Her ladyship is just having a look for another bottle in the cellar, ma'am," Mitch said as he walked back in, still clad only in his shorts. 

"What's going on?" Marnie asked, eying him suspiciously and sensing something was wrong. She failed to see the butler sneak up behind her. 

"No, stop! Elizabeth!" she shouted as he quickly tugged her arms together in front of her and handcuffed them. 

"What's going on?" she shouted, watching as Elizabeth was led back into the room. 

"Elizabeth, what's happening?" she squealed, panicking and struggling against the handcuffs. 

"Quiet!" ordered Mitch. "Or we'll gag you too." 

"Wait a minute, what kind of replicant are you?" she said. 

"Haven't you guessed yet?" he said, grinning as the butler placed Elizabeth in a chair then stood next to him. 

"Wait a minute... so he's the replicant? So you're not a replicant, you're... you're the real Mitch!" she said, her face a perfect picture of surprise and shock. 

"That's right," he confirmed. 

"So I was stroking your... thing," she continued her hands shooting up to cover her mouth as it opened wide. "And that's why it felt so real!"

Mitch smiled and nodded.

While Marnie recovered from the shock and Her Ladyship struggled furiously against her 'cuffs he took a moment to check everything was as it should be. It had been a warm evening and the girls were dressed in summery outfits: Marnie in a floral skirt and a pink halter-top, anxiously testing the strength of her handcuffs, and Lady Elizabeth struggling against her bonds in her expensive-looking navy blue linen trousers and a tasteful white blouse. 

Elizabeth's face was set in stormy mixture of shock and indignation as he turned to her. 

"Surprise!" he said as he unfastened the gag. 

"You!" she shouted at the robot. "Seize him!" 

"Sorry, Your Ladyship but he's taking his orders from me now," Mitch said smiling. 

"Let me go this instant!" she shrieked. "I order you to release me!" 

"Order me huh?" he said coolly. 

"Yes, let me go now and stop being silly and I promise I won't press charges." 

"Press charges? Do you really think calling the police is wise?" 

"What do you mean?" she snapped. 

"Well let's go over the facts here: you created an android copy of me without my permission then used it to perform lewd sexual acts. Even if the police aren't interested, I know a few tabloid journalists who'd pay a lot of money for that little story, Lady Greenham." 

"You wouldn't dare. You know you'd lose your precious job. Besides, where's your proof?" 




The Rise of the Machines Pt. 03



"Call me Boss," he said, in a high-pitched imitation of her voice. "Do you want to come over my naked boobs?" 

He didn't think Lady Elizabeth could have looked more shocked but somehow she managed it, her mouth dropping open even further. 

"Yes that's right," he said, smiling smugly. "I recorded your little bedroom games last night."

"OK, you've made your point," she said, looking deflated and suddenly willing to negotiate. 

"What do you want? Money? How much do you want?"

"Well I think I do deserve that pay rise you promised me in April, but first I've got something else in mind first." 

"Wait, wait, no!" she said as he fixed the gag back over her mouth.

"So how much did you know about this?" he asked, turning his attention to Marnie. 

"Nothing," she replied, looking away. 

"I thought you mentioned some photo's earlier," he said, reaching down and tugging her chin up till she was forced to look into his questioning eyes. 

"Well Elizabeth might have shown me one or two photo's," she conceded.

Behind him, the butler had taken the rope from the bag that Mitch had concealed earlier and was looping it over one of the beams. 

"What's he doing?" Marnie asked, looking over her shoulder nervously. 

"You'll find out soon enough." 

"Listen, why don't you let me go? It's her you should be punishing," Marnie said, nodding towards Elizabeth. 

"Oh she'll get what she deserves, don't you worry about that." 

"Listen maybe I did know a little about this. I know I've been a bit naughty, is there anything I can do to make up for it?" she asked, looking up at him with her big emerald eyes. 

"Hmm?" she purred, reaching out and running a finger over the bare skin of his leg, her handcuffs jingling as they slid down over her wrists.

"Well you have been a very bad girl," Mitch said as her finger traced tight little circles on the inside of his thighs. 

"Mmm, very bad. Wicked, you might say," she agreed, sliding her hands up over his shorts and quickly finding his semi-hardness. "Perhaps I can do something to make up for it."

Standing next to her chair, he looked down as she slowly slid her hands up over his shorts, her fingers tracing the increasingly hard bulge in his shorts. He had a great view of her cleavage edged by her lacy bra under her halter-top as she leaned forward and gently tugged at the waistband. 

"Perhaps there's something I can do to make you feel better about everything," she purred, her eyes sparkling as inched the waistband over his thighs. This close, he could see the freckles scattered across her pale forehead beneath the curls of copper-coloured hair. He watched her glossy scarlet lips form a satisfied smile as she inched his shorts lower until his thick, hard cock sprang free.

"Mmm, very nice," she said contentedly, slowly running her fingers from the base to the tip, tracing the lines of the swollen veins. 

"God, that's good," he groaned as she gently squeezed his aching hardness. Warm tingles of pleasure flowed through him as she wrapped her fingers around his turgid flesh and slowly stroked him. He reached down and stroked her soft, shiny curls as she leant forward, teasing him by lightly kissing his hardness.

"Oh God!" he groaned as she licked him, her warm tongue running along his length then lapping at the sensitive head.

He glanced over her shoulder, noting that the butler had finished looping the rope over the beam and was waiting patiently. He let the girl toy with his cock for a few more pleasurable moments then reluctantly brushed her hands away and pulled her to her feet. 

"You're way too good at that and I don't want to come just yet," he explained as he led her towards the butler.

She didn't struggle as they looped the rope between her handcuffs. Then the replicant tugged at the rope and he watched with increasing excitement as her hands were pulled upwards over her head, till she stood erect, suspended from the beam. As the android tied the end of the rope to the wrought iron fireplace, Mitch slipped behind the redhead and ran his hand over her slim body. He'd fantasised about doing this many times and now he took his time, his hands exploring the flare of her hips, her trim stomach and the promising swell of her breasts. 

"Mmm," she groaned. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a bedroom?" 

He gently swept her shiny red hair away from her ear and kissed the exposed skin of her neck. 

"Very tempting sweetheart, but I've got other plans for you," he whispered as his lips nibbled her earlobe.

She arched her back, loving the feel of his lips on her neck as his hands slid beneath her pink top and cupped the swell of her boobs. Looking down, she watched as the android knelt in front of her and slowly slid her knee length skirt up over her legs, steadily kissing his way up her bare skin. Marnie squirmed with pleasure as she felt the android's hot breath on her thighs as Mitch tugged her thin top up over her head, leaving it tangled around her handcuffed wrists. 

"Ooh yes," she murmured breathlessly as Mitch's hands stroked and squeezed her breasts under the thin lacy brassiere. She wriggled helplessly as she felt the android's deft fingers tugging at the little concealed zip of her summery floral skirt and then slipped it down until it formed a pool of crumpled flowers around her ankles. 

"Oh God!" she groaned as she felt Mitch's strong hands on her boobs, his fingers sliding over the lacy pink bra and finding her nipples already semi-erect under the thin material. She squirmed, straining against the handcuffs as his touch sent little electric thrills of pleasure through her. 

"Such lovely boobs, I've wanted to do this for so long," he whispered as she felt him squeeze and tweak her sensitive, little buds.

At the same time, android Mitch kissed her stomach whilst his fingers slid up her inner thighs. She was wearing a cute little pair of pink panties, with little red hearts and she shivered in anticipation as he explored the skimpy material soon finding the very centre of her wetness.

"Yes," she gasped, spreading her legs as he pressed more firmly against her skimpy panties and explored the moist cleft beneath. 

She squirmed, her handcuffs jingling, her hips undulating as the two pairs of hands stroked and squeezed the soft curves of her young body. Behind her, she could feel Mitch impatiently tugging at her bra clasp. He grunted as it unfastened, sliding it up over her arms and exposing the milky smooth skin of her pert breasts. Her rose-pink aureoles were already taut and crinkled, the teats standing proud from the barely-pink surrounds

At the same time she watched as the android slipped her panties smoothly down over her thighs till they joined her skirt around her ankles and she felt the cool air on her moist folds. She moaned as she felt his warm lips leave a trail of light kisses over her stomach as he worked his way towards the sparse triangle of bronze curls.

On the sofa Elizabeth watched enviously as the two Mitches slowly stripped her PA naked. The girl had a lovely slim body with long, shapely legs. Her skin was lightly tanned apart from pale, bikini-shaped triangles over her boobs and pussy. Elizabeth was getting horny now and started to wish it was her being ravished by Mitch and his android double. She couldn't resist sliding her cuffed hands between her legs, pressing them against her moist thighs as she watched the erotic tableaux being played out in her sitting room.

With one hand, Mitch squeezed her breast, his thumb flicking over a taut nipple. The other circled her waist, pulling her hips towards his till his thick cock pressed against the soft curves of her bottom. Marnie groaned at the feeling of his hardness pressing urgently against her as the butler's fingers stroked and spread the hot, wet folds of her pussy. 

"Oh, please, please," she begged throwing her head back and closing her eyes as his tongue found the hard, swollen nub of her clit and his fingers toyed with her fleshy lips. 

"I've got a little surprise for you," Mitch whispered nodding at the butler as he nibbled at her ear and his rough fingers pinched and plucked at her ultra-sensitive nipples. 

When she heard the buzzing noise, her first thought was that the android had produced a vibrator from somewhere, but looking down she was surprised to see that it was his fingers that were vibrating. She moaned as he lightly ran them along the length of her slit, her legs parting and encouraging him to press deeper. 

"Bet Her Ladyship didn't tell you about that little optional extra," Mitch whispered knowingly as his hands squeezed and fondled her pert, young boobs and his cock pressed against the soft curves of her buttocks. 

Marnie surrendered to the overwhelming sensations flowing through her young body as the men's hands and tongues explored every inch of her nakedness. 

"Oh God!" she moaned huskily as the butler took his time, his buzzing fingers slowly circling her hungry little clit, his eager tongue lapping at the sweet juices that coated her puffy lips. 

Her hands strained against the unyielding handcuffs as Mitch's wet fingers squeezed and pinched her turgid nipples. Her breathing was shallow now, her little yelps of pleasure getting higher and higher in pitch as the android spread her wet folds, his tongue dancing over her clit as soft as a butterfly's wings. 

God she was so wet now; she felt the first urgent tingles of a climax as his buzzing fingers pressed deeper, toying with her inner lips. She gasped as she felt Mitch's hardness rubbing along the length of her slit, the head pressing against her hot lips and suddenly she was aching to feel him inside her. She arched her back, as Mitch's cruel fingers twisted her hard little nipples. 

"Do you want us to make you come?" he whispered, his warm lips nuzzling her neck. 

"God, yes! Make me come, please!" she begged, her heart thumping, her body arching as she felt the tip his rock-hard cock rub against her achingly wet pussy.

Mitch grasped his prick in his fist and pressed it against the centre of her wetness. Even though she was very wet, her pussy was quite tight and he had to ease his thick cock into her slowly. 

"Oh God, it's so good!" she squealed, her young body shuddering as he slid another inch into her. He grunted as he fucked her shallowly, the first two inches of his hardness easing in and out as her vaginal muscles clenched his aching cock. 

"It feels so good!" she gasped as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper, easing himself into her until his balls slapped against her buttocks.

Mitch fucked her steadily, his hands squeezing her jiggling boobs, his thumbs flicking over her tautly sensitive nipples. She moaned loudly, her whole body undulating, her sweet, sticky juices oozing from her pussy and coating his thickness. She was nearing her peak now as the butler's tongue lapped at her engorged clit and Mitch's rock hard cock plunged into her. Her whole body trembled as their hands and tongue and cock pinched and squeezed and licked and penetrated her, her senses overwhelmed with the pure carnal pleasure.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" she panted as her heart raced and her body trembled, desperate to come now. 

"Yes, yes!" she cried out as suddenly she was there, a wave of ecstasy flowing through her, her body convulsing, light exploding behind her closed eyes, her mind soaring upwards, her lungs burning, gasping for breath as she came.

Elizabeth held her breath as she watched the young woman climax with a loud squeal of ecstasy, head thrown back, her body jerking on the rope like a puppet. She couldn't resist pressing her hands between her legs as little waves of pleasure lapped against her thighs. Now she watched as the young girl finally stopped convulsing, her body dangling limply as the men untied her. 

"Take her to the upstairs bathroom and help her clean up," Mitch grunted before the replicant carried her away.

As he turned towards her, Elizabeth slid her hands down to her knees like a naughty schoolgirl caught doing something she shouldn't. 

"Enjoying our little show," he said, smiling knowingly. He was quite naked and she couldn't help but stare at his thick, semi-erect dick swinging between his legs, still glistening with Marnie's juices. 

They both turned towards the door as android Mitch re-entered. 

"I've locked her in the bathroom as you wanted Sir," he said, as he approached Mitch. She watched as he leaned towards the replicant, whispering something to him and pointing in her direction.

She tried to stand as Mitch moved behind her chair but he grasped her shoulders pushing her back down firmly before he unfastened her gag. 

"What are you doing?" she said, still managing to sound outraged. "Let me go this instant!" 

"Ah, but the fun's only just getting started," he said, as the android knelt at her feet and found the little lever that caused the chair to recline. 

She squealed once as she felt herself fall backwards, then again as Mitch grabbed her handcuffed wrists and tugged them back over her head. 

"No! No! Wait! Listen, it's still not too late to stop this," she said, still trying to bargain as one of his hands reached over her shoulder and began to unbutton her blouse. "If you stop now, we'll forget this happened and you can keep your job."

"Oh, I think my job is the last thing you should be worrying about," he said as his fingers deftly unfastened another button, tugging her blouse apart to reveal a crimson half-cup brassiere clinging to her generous breasts. 

"No!" Get your hands off me!" she shouted angrily, trying to twist away as his hand slipped beneath the blouse and fondled one of her shapely boobs.

Mitch was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort; he took his time fondling the soft yet firm flesh of her breast and ran his thumb over the skimpy material of her brassiere. It barely covered her nipple and soon he felt it begin to swell beneath his touch. Meanwhile the android had removed her shoes and was running his hands up over her linen trousers, his deft fingers quickly finding the little zip at the side and sliding it down revealing the smooth golden skin of her thighs. 

"Stop, stop! I order you to stop!" she squealed as he slowly but forcefully started to tug it over her buttocks. 

"You're wasting your breath, princess," said Mitch as he watched his robot twin pull the trousers off her writhing, twisting legs as she shrieked in helpless frustration.

Even though he hadn't seen her as someone he'd wanted to date, Mitch still found her an attractive lady and in particular he'd often wondered what her breasts would look like. She often wore the kind of clinging low-cut tops that other female employees simply wouldn't have gotten away with. More than once in a dull meeting he'd caught himself staring at her generous cleavage straining against her partially unbuttoned blouse as she leaned forward. He'd often focussed on that top button; willing it to suddenly pop off and skitter across the boardroom table, her gorgeous boobs spilling out of her too-tight blouse as her mouth formed a perfect "O" of surprise. He'd picture the men around the table staring open-mouthed as her hands crossed her chest, only half covering her ample cleavage.

He felt his cock stiffen as he stood behind her, one hand still tightly clutching her handcuffs whilst the other impatiently unfastened the last few buttons of her blouse and pulled it open revealing gorgeously plump boobs in danger of spilling over from the dark red lace of her half-cup brassiere. He could clearly see the little dark circles of her nipples peeking over the edge of the thin material and couldn't resist running his fingers over them. 

Lady Elizabeth struggled but they were too strong for her and soon her usually obedient butler had tied her ankles to the chair legs and Mitch had secured her hands to the back of the recliner. Despite all her anger and humiliation, she could feel the first stirrings of arousal as the android slowly worked his way up her widely spread legs. He slowly kissed and licked his way up over her knees until she felt his hot breath and eager lips on her thighs. As synthetic Mitch gently licked and stroked the sensitive skin around the edge of her matching crimson red panties, the real Mitch was nuzzling her neck, exploring the tender skin beneath her lustrous brunette curls.

As their hands and lips and fingers explored her helpless, half-naked body she felt her anger subside, her primal urges surfacing, her body surrendering to the delicious tingles of anticipation that flowed through her. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned as Mitch's fingers squeezed her breast, his thumb gently rubbing her semi-erect nipple and sending a little surge of electric pleasure straight to her pussy. 

"That's not very ladylike language, Lady Elizabeth," Mitch said mockingly, his lips next to her ear, his thumb and finger toying with her bud till it was fully erect and pressed against the thin brassiere. 

Meanwhile the android's skilful fingers explored her crimson panties, the material increasingly damp. God, it was so long since she'd made love to a real man and the sensations flowing through her were beginning to overwhelm her. She shivered with pleasure as she felt Mitch's warm lips nuzzling the nape of her neck as his hands tugged at her bra.

"Gimme the knife," Mitch grunted. She opened her eyes wide as the android produced one of her expensive and very sharp kitchen knives from his sock. 

"No, please, don't!" she whimpered as Mitch held the blade in front of her face, its sharp tip glinting in the light. She held her breath as she felt the tip of the blade sliding over the generous slope of her breasts until it met the resistance of her bra. 

"No!" she yelped as Mitch carefully slid the knife between her boobs and beneath her bra fastening. He tugged the bra away from her with a subtle sawing motion and grunted triumphantly as the ultra-sharp blade easily sliced through the material, her naked boobs spilling out. 

Mitch handed the blade back to the android and she watched as it easily sliced through the thin lace of her panties, revealing her bare pussy beneath the carefully trimmed strip of tight brunette curls.

Their rough hands tugged the useless scraps of material aside and without her underwear the sensations of their exploring fingers were even more intense. 

"Oh God!" she moaned as Mitch's hands fondled the soft curves of her boobs. 

Where Marnie's boobs were small and perky with tight little nipples, Her Ladyship's were larger and rounder with broad aureole. Her rosy pink nipples were fully erect now, and little electric thrills rushed through her as his fingers flicked and tweaked the painfully sensitive peaks. She couldn't stop her hips undulating as the android planted a line of sloppy, wet kisses along the inside of her thighs. She was panting with anticipation as he pushed her knees further apart exposing the intimate depths at the centre of her wetness. Then his tongue was lapping at her wet folds, slowly up and down the length of her labia until she couldn't suppress hot sobs of pleasure.

As his tongue flicked over her clitoris and she felt one of his thick fingers slip between her juicy lips she felt the first stirrings of what she knew would be a terrific orgasm. She arched her body off the chair as slid one then two fingers deep inside her, the juices flowing freely now, coating his hand with her nectar. He slowly but firmly fucked her as his devilish tongue circled her hot little clit making her squirm.

"Who's in charge now, huh?" Mitch whispered, as he gently bit her earlobe and his rough fingers squeezed and twisted her swollen nipples until she nearly passed out with the mixture of pleasure and pain. 

"Oh God, don't stop, don't stop!" she pleaded as the androids fingers relentlessly thrust in and out, in and out, and his tongue lapped at her aching clitoris. 




The Rise of the Machines Pt. 03



"Beg us," instructed Mitch, enjoying his revenge as he tugged her head back by her hair, his lips next to her ear. 

"Oh, please, please don't stop!" she begged, her wrists and ankles straining against her bonds, her helpless body twisting and shuddering as she neared her climax. 

"Louder!" he insisted as her body twisted and jerked, her ankles and wrists straining against the restraints. 

"Please, please!" she gasped desperately, "make me come, please." 

The androids fingers were a blur now, pistoning in and out of her molten centre faster than was humanly possible driving her closer and closer. Then as they began to vibrate and push deep into her she came, her whole body lifting off the chair as she screamed, her pussy lips rhythmically clenching his fingers, as the intense burning at her very centre radiated out through her taut body.

Mitch held her as the orgasm ripped through her, her body twisting and shaking, her breath coming in deep gasps, her chest heaving. As it finally subsided, her body finally relaxed, her breath coming in long, sobbing groans. 

They moved her limp body, repositioning her so that she was kneeling in front of the sofa. She struggled weakly as they unfastened the handcuffs then refastened them, so that her hands were behind her back. Mitch checked they were secure then sat down in front of her, his legs spread. 

"No!" she yelped as the android grabbed her hair from behind and pushed her head towards Mitch's semi-erect prick. With her hands tied behind her back it was difficult, but she managed to twist her face away. 

"Never!" she gasped defiantly as his cock bobbed expectantly, inches from her face. 

Mitch leant forward grasping her chin and twisting her face around until she was forced to look up at him. 

"Listen," he growled threateningly. "You've had your fun, now it's my turn."

"Never!" she spat. "I'd never suck that disgusting thing! And as soon as you let me go I'm going straight to the police!"

Mitch took a deep breath, struggling to keep his temper. 

"Do you honestly think I'd break in here and do this without some kind of insurance?" he said slowly, speaking like he was addressing a child. 

"What do you see up there?" he said, pointing up towards the roof beam. It didn't take long for Elizabeth to spot it. 

"Is that a camera? Shit!" she said, answering her own question. 

"The camera feed is being recorded on my home server, as is the video stream from my android twin here," he said smugly. "And remember I've got the video of you playing with our friend here from the other night too. You see I know a few tabloid journalists that would pay a lot of money for something like that. I can just see the headlines now: 'Lady Elizabeth Greenham in kinky four-way robot orgy'." 

"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped.

He looked her straight in the eyes: "After all the shit you've put me through I think you know I would." 

"Please Mitch, come on, be reasonable," she said, changing tack. "Why don't we talk about that pay raise?" 

"Oh, you're going to give me that pay raise alright. And it's going to be backdated. And I've got a few other things we need to talk about but first you're going to make up for everything in a more immediate way," he said firmly. 

"So if I do this you'll destroy the video?" she said hopefully. 

He laughed. "No, I'm keeping the video, sweetheart. Somewhere very safe. But if you don't do this, if you don't make me come, I swear I'll call a journalist friend of mine right now."

Elizabeth knew she was beaten, and reluctantly leaned forward and started to kiss and lick his flaccid cock. His erection had subsided whilst they were talking but soon started to stiffen as he felt her warm lips brushing against him.

Mitch reclined in the chair, hands behind his head, determined to enjoy every second of his boss's humiliation as his cock slowly stiffened and straightened, the veins swelling as the blood pumped through them. She started slowly, gently licking and kissing his lengthy shaft as he groaned contentedly. His dick grew another inch as she slowly ran her wet, pink tongue along the underside then licked and nibbled the swollen reddish-purple flesh of the ultra-sensitive head. He shivered in anticipation as she lapped a few clear drops of salty precum with the tip of her tongue. Clumsily she tried to take him in her mouth but missed, his cock sliding along the silky smooth skin of her cheek.

"You know I'm not sure I can do this properly unless you untie me," she complained, pretending to struggle with taking him in her mouth. 

"Oh, I'm sure you can manage. But of course if you can't manage it I can always go home early and upload all the video onto the web," he said, calmly leaning forward, his fingers clamping her left nipple, squeezing and twisting till she cried out. 

"Bastard!" she spat, grimacing as he squeezed her sensitive nipple painfully.

"You know I'm not going to untie you till you've satisfied me so you'd better stop complaining and get on with it."

Her eyes met his, flashing angrily as she slowly leaned forward, reluctantly wrapping her lips around his thick manhood. 

"Oh God," he moaned as he felt her plump red lips envelop his prick. They slowly slide down his shaft, his cock disappearing into the soft, warm, wetness of her mouth. He leant back contentedly as she slowly slid up and down leaving a thin smear of strawberry-coloured lipstick on his rock hard flesh.

Whilst Lady Elizabeth's head bobbed between his thighs, he watched as the android led Marnie back into the room. She was dressed in a silky silver kimono that he recognised as belonging to Elizabeth. Marnie allowed herself to be lead towards the dining table, and he gently lifted her and placed her bottom on the edge, her feet swinging above the wooden floor. They kissed passionately as the android gently tugged at her gown. Soon he was kissing his way down over her neck and shoulder to the bare slope of her breast.

Mitch felt his heart thump against his chest and his hips jerk up off the sofa as Elizabeth began to move faster now, her generous boobs swaying. She was wearing little gold dangly earrings and they glistened in the light as her lips slid up and down his thick shaft. She kept changing rhythm sometimes just taking the tip of his cock, and swirling her tongue around the head, and sometimes sliding his lips over the full length enveloping his whole prick in her juicy mouth. 

"You're very good at this Lady Elizabeth," he taunted, "but then I guess you've had a lot of practice over the years."

Meanwhile Marnie was leaning back on her elbows, her gown pooled around her waist as Mitch's twin leaned over her, his mouth sucking and nuzzling her boobs, one of his hands disappearing between her spread legs. Marnie's hand slid over the front of his jeans, unfastening his jeans and tugging at his shorts until his meaty cock sprang free. As she stroked him, the 'droid leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

Elizabeth's lips made wet slurping noises as they worked his throbbing cock faster and faster, his cock glistening with a mixture of his precum and her saliva, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked at his hardness. 

"Faster, faster," he panted. "Don't stop."

His hips moved rhythmically, riding the waves of pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach. 

Behind Elizabeth's bobbing head, he watched Marnie stand, turn around and bend over the table offering her pale naked buttocks to the butler. He wasted no time in grabbing her hips and pulling her backwards, impaling her on his thick, hard dick. 

"Oh God!" he heard Marnie squeal, arching her back as the android's cock sank deep into her.

Lady Elizabeth's head jerked faster and faster now, deep hollows in her cheeks as she sucked him. 

"Don't stop, don't stop!" Mitch gasped as the waves of pleasure rushed over him and his heart thumped against his chest. Even in his deeply aroused state though he knew what he wanted to do. He leaned forward and grasped Lady Elizabeth's brunette curls with his left hand tugging her head back. She looked up at him angrily, knowing what would come next as he wrapped his right hand tightly around his quivering prick. 

"Open your mouth," he ordered breathlessly, and she obliged, her head tilting back, her hostile hazel eyes like daggers.

Behind him the android was fucking Marnie passionately, her body shuddering as she yelped ecstatically.

"This is for treating me like shit for the last twelve months," Mitch panted, slowly, deliberately pumping his fist along the full length of his swollen cock. 

"Go on then, do it, you bastard!" she gasped, watching as he jerked himself harder and harder, feeling his balls tightening as the precum oozed from his knob. His body was slick with sweat, and he gasped for air like a fish out of water as he pushed himself higher and higher until he felt himself at the edge, desperate to come now. 

"Come for me, come all over me you sick pervert!" Elizabeth gasped as she watched him rubbing himself feverishly, and with a loud roar he climaxed. His body jacknifing, his cock spasming and spraying her mouth and boobs with thick white splashes of his thick spunk.

As he lay regaining his breath, he watched as Elizabeth slowly licked the thick white blobs of semen from her lips and the android relentlessly fucked Marnie's slim young body until her increasingly high-pitched cries turned into a long wail as she came, her young body collapsing onto the table, spent and satisfied.



Mitch rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. Damn! Eight o'clock already! He started to get out of bed then realised with a great deal of relief that it was a Saturday. He pulled the sheet back over him with a contented sigh. His new apartment was in a much better neighbourhood, and so he found himself waking up a lot later these days as it was so much quieter here. He'd been able to move here after that significant pay rise that Lady Elizabeth had agreed to. And that's not all that Lady Elizabeth had given him as part of their 'deal'.

He smiled when he heard the knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in, Cherry," he shouted. 

"Good morning, Sir," the maid 'bot said as she tottered into the room on her dangerously high heels carrying a large breakfast tray. 

Mitch had insisted that she wore the classic French maid outfit: the black dress, the white apron, the black stockings (never tights!) Her shiny blonde hair was scraped back and held in place with a lacy black band. What would be the point of having one of these if you couldn't live out your fantasies? He'd also insisted that Elizabeth bought him the top-of-the-range model and paid to have the behaviour-limiter overridden, even though strictly speaking it was still illegal. 

"Would you like your usual weekend breakfast Sir?" she asked smiling down at him, and displaying her perfectly white, even teeth. 

"There's nothing I'd like more," he said, a grin spreading across his face as he lay back, his hands clasped behind his head. 

"Would you like it with maple syrup or without?"

Mitch thought about it for a moment: "With the syrup please, sweetness."

"Very good Sir," she replied, as she slowly tugged the sheet down over the bed revealing first his bare chest, then his stomach. 

She let out a little squeal of delight at the sight of his naked cock, lying thickly against his stomach already semi-erect in anticipation. It quickly became stiffer as she took a small bottle of maple syrup from the tray and knelt on the bed. 

"Oh yeah," he groaned, as she leaned forward, her generous boobs straining against her low-cut, lace-trimmed uniform. He sighed happily as slowly stroked his cock with her slender fingers until it became swollen and hard. 

"Mmm," she cooed as she slowly tipped the bottle producing a thin stream of the thick, amber fluid that she expertly drizzled onto the head of his swollen cock. They both watched as a large drop of the viscous honey slowly ran down over his thick, veiny shaft.

She'd spilled some of the syrup on her fingers and he grew another inch as he watched her put the bottle down before slowly licking them clean. 

"Oh dear, look at the mess I've made," she teased looking up at him with her big blue eyes as she slowly licked each finger clean with her pink, cat-like tongue. 

"Clumsy girl, you'd better clean that up," he groaned, as she leaned over his thighs and licked her glossy red lips.

"Yes Sir," the android said obediently.

As she eagerly lapped at his prick with the tip of her pink tongue, Mitch sighed contentedly. Since that night at Lady Elizabeth's, life had improved considerably. She'd given him the back-dated pay raise, agreed to leave him to get on with his job, and also agreed to buy him the maid 'bot as a goodwill gesture. But most importantly she'd agreed to deactivate his robot double. If only things could stay like this forever he thought, closing his eyes as he felt the maid's warm, wet tongue sliding up and down his thick shaft...