1 comments/ 46886 views/ 7 favorites Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 01 By: velvetpie Lauren’s hackles rose when she heard the creak in the hallway. It was five o’clock in the morning and her son, Jaime, wouldn’t be back from his father’s for another few hours, so she should be alone in the house. And the sound wasn’t from the house settling. She had lived in this house long enough to know its noises and this one was definitely man-made. Her hand reached for the 9mm beneath her pillow and pointed its snout towards the door, feigning sleep as she watched the door through slitted eyes. The door swung open and Brodie quietly stepped through the portal, his eyes falling on her supine figure and his mouth watering. He had wanted her ever since they’d started working together. She was so smart and so sexy. His cock hardened as he thought of the way her fingers played upon blued steel, cleaning and lubing one of her weapons and it had been so sexual that he’d had to resort to jacking off in the men’s bathroom. He attended her technical presentations, unable to focus on the minutiae but instead drawn to the way her flared skirt swirled around her thighs or the way her full lips formed words. He imagined those thighs wrapped around his waist or her mouth around his cock. Tonight, he just couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to taste. He had to feed his desire for her and nothing, including locked doors, would stand in his way. “Hello, Brodie.” Lauren instantly recognized the broad body that entered her bedroom. She slowly sat up, moonlight glinting off the gun in her hand and lighting uncovered portions of her body. The white sheet pooled at her waist and her white skin gleamed, high breasts tipped with smudges of rose and her belly button disappearing into shadows. She saw the effect of her nakedness on him and tried her best not to smirk. She wanted him, too, but she wanted him on her terms. “Kind of early for a repair call, isn’t it?” “Depends on what needs repairing.” He walked over to the window and looked out. The street remained silent and sleeping and just the slenderest of pink fingers was slicing the blue velvet of night, heralding the approaching dawn. Brodie turned back to her, licking his lips and in one movement, stripped the shirt from his torso, his pliable steel rippling under satiny skin. “I came here to fuck you.” She slid the carriage back swiftly, loading a hollow point into the chute. “And what if I don’t want to be fucked?” Brodie unbuckled his pants, reached in and pulled out his huge, rock-hard cock, giving it a fatherly stroke. “You’d pass this up?” “I have vibrators bigger than that. You’ll have to convince me another way.” He gave himself a few more strokes and his prick enlarged slightly, the mushroom head fattening and releasing a dribble of clear, sticky liquid. “Doesn’t this look tasty?” “No.” She countered quickly. “Looks like snot.” Brodie was growing more and more impatient the more he stroked himself and gazed at her succulent body. He wasn’t interested in witty banter; he just wanted to sink his cock into her pussy and fill her full of cum. He took a step towards her and she raised the gun a little higher, reminding him that she had the upper hand. He bit back his anger, kicking his shoes off and sliding the pants down. “You don’t want this inside you?” “Maybe, but I’m not going to be raped into it.” Lauren watched the tic in his face and knew that Brodie was trying to control his temper. She had been warned about this, about his predilection for violent sex but she was hungry for his unrestrained ardor and his legendary prowess. Part of her wanted to unleash the beast while the other part knew how dangerous it was to do so. She liked this part of her job; the edge, the grit in her mouth and the smell of blood in her nostrils as she faced certain death. The aperture of her gun motioned him down and he reluctantly dropped to his knees, hating the control she held over him. He had known that it wouldn’t be easy, but he hadn’t expected this. In the office, she had fawned over his attentions like the others had, batting her eyes and responding with trembles to his kisses and touches. He had expected her to open her legs after seeing his prick and worship him like the king he was. Soon, she would come to see who he was and she would appreciate every inch of him, even as he shoved it down her slender throat and snuffed the life out of her. Then, she would truly know. Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 02 Lauren swiveled around, keeping the gun trained on the kneeling man as she gave him full view of her naked body, parting her legs slightly so that he could see her furred slit. He licked his lips again, inching forward but she stuck her foot out, the pads catching him in the center of his chest. "Start with my foot first." Brodie stared at the gun, then raised his eyes to hers. Perhaps he could wrestle the gun away from her while taking his pleasure of her. "What do you want me to do?" "Make love to my feet." He just glared at her for a moment. "What?" "I didn't stutter." She motioned to her foot with the gun. "Pretend my foot is my pussy." Lauren half-expected him to leap off the floor and pin her onto the bed, but he lifted her pedicured foot to his face and gave her arch a lick that sent shivers cascading up and down her spine. She wanted to throw her head back and let herself succumb to one of her favorite fetishes. She couldn't let him know that she was truly getting off on his broad-tongued licks. She couldn't let him know that every stroke brought a gush in response to the hot slickness on her instep. "Am I doing a good job?" Brodie knew the signs. He was trained to. He sensed the shivers that ran through her when he began licking, shivers that had turned into full-blown trembles. Still, the gun's eye didn't waver, even as he scented her pussy nectar and ached to feed. He moved from instep to toes, plunging her big toe deep into his mouth, his tongue rolling in a circle around the digit and playing under the cleaned and trimmed nail. She whimpered before she had a chance to stop herself, sensations streaking up her calf and directly into her pussy. Hot juices split her turgid pussy lips, spreading a soaked circle beneath her. The gun wavered just a bit but she quickly regained her senses, welcoming the sweet twitches of her pussy but remembering the reality of the situation. She made a cooing sound deep in her throat, afraid to trust her voice immediately and spread her legs a little wider. "You're doing just fine." The sweet perfume of her cunt nearly overwhelmed Brodie's olfactory senses and he could see pearls of her essence dotting the trimmed black fur. She was registering high on his list of pussy scent and it was driving him to distraction. Still, he bent to his assigned task, working her toes with his tongue, looping the muscle in between and sweeping into the valleys. He felt her trembling snake through her entire body and when he glanced up, he saw her delicious nipples hardening into rosy buds. He circled around to her heel, wrapping his lips around the rounded part and sucking like a baby. Her loud moan made him smile and he continued his lavish worship, chalking this down to a learning experience as well as charting the temperature of her desire. He could learn as much as the next man. The lesson would only make him better. "May I lick your legs?" Lauren hesitated, giving him the impression of being in deep thought, even though her body was screaming Fuck Yes! "I don't know, Brodie. Do you think you deserve it?" "Licking your legs? Of course." "Why? Because you washed my feet?" "I what?" She could feel the anger building in him. It would be dangerous to court that temper. It was far more interesting to keep him off-balance and on edge. Lauren secretly wondered how far she could push him but she did want her legs licked. She could let him do that. In fact, she would let him fuck her if she could keep him calm. Praise of her feet had only lasted a small while and his simmering need was boiling just below the surface again. "You call that licking someone's feet?" "Your pussy does." "How would you know? For your information, I masturbated before you came over so all you smell is old cum." "No, it's fresh." Brodie closed his eyes and sniffed the air. "I can tell old from new and yours is flowing like a spigot." "What, just because you sucked my toes? I require much more to have an orgasm. Is that what they taught you?" Brodie stared at her, his anger swirling inside. He had had a taste of her tender, sensitive feet and by asking to lick her legs, he was hoping to work his way up to her throbbing pussy, to taste her essence. "May I give you a taste of my lingual abilities?" Lauren shook at the sensuality in his voice. "I know about your 'abilities'." Her eyes narrowed and she lowered the pistol, letting its cold, round orifice briefly kiss his temple. "All right, you may lick my thighs, but be warned ... " Brodie met her eyes, swallowing his drool. "I have been aptly warned." His eyes flicked to the gun, giving it a proper measure of respect. "Now, may I begin?" Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 03 "You may begin." Brodie knew what he was doing. He pressed her soft-skinned legs apart and started at her left ankle, letting his tongue limn the delicate bones of her foot and ankle. Her hiss told him that he was on the right track. Her calves were hard and sculpted and his tongue traveled along the taut skin with extra care. This one was a trophy. It was important that he make her his own. She again responded to his touch like a woman that enjoyed it. Her knees moved farther apart, welcoming him into her juncture. Lauren kept the gun steady, even while smiling into his dark eyes. He was good. If she was dirty, she would have been well-cleaned by now. He slowed and spent the most time when he reached the tender skin under, around and above her pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling her. Her thighs were smeared with cum so she was sure that was another reason he took extra time licking her clean. As he started to move upward, she jerked up, gun trained and loosed a nervous laugh. "Hold it. You haven't earned that pleasure yet." "Why not?" "I'm a shy girl. I don't let just any one lick my pussy." Brodie snickered, his thick hands caressing her damp thighs. "Somehow I find it hard to believe that you're a shy girl." "Well, I am. Did you think that just because I flirted around with you at work ... what do you think I am? A whore?" "Oh, no!" His fingertips traced sworls in her skin, on the inside of her knees and around the balls of her ankles, trying to divert her attention. "I'd never think that." "Why not?" She asked silkily. "Because you wouldn't have attracted me." Lauren already knew that. She knew his type and she knew that he'd be attracted to her. "You like shy girls?" "No. I like women, number one, and I like women who know how to express themselves." His fingers moved higher, stroking her flesh with the confidence of an old lover. "I've always liked how you'd smile right at me and look me in the eye. How you grabbed my ass in the cafeteria that day." She laughed at that. "How you pulled me into the closet ... " Brodie smiled at the blood that filled her face, his cock responding with its own fill of blood. She was so soft and desirable. She had no idea how hot she was making him. "So, is that all you can do?" "What?" "Kiss toes and lick thighs?" His cock throbbed proudly in his palm, ready to leap into action at the slightest nod. "Not at all. Are you ready for me?" Lauren laughed, shaking her head. "Is that it? The tiniest bit of foreplay and you're ready to skewer me like a ripe tomato?" His expression of bewilderment was a joy and she laughed long and hard. "Foreplay?" "You don't know what foreplay is?" "Uh, no." Brodie wasn't liking this in the least. He didn't have to know what foreplay was. All he had to do was stick his thick prick into her pussy and pump away. What did this foreplay have to do with anything? "Then you don't deserve my pussy. You may leave now." Lauren watched the change in his eyes. He looked stunned for a long moment, not fully understanding the meaning of her words until she tugged the sheet back over her body and slid back into the depths of her four-poster bed. Then, the anger returned, searing and hot, his upper lip trembling in fury. "No! Wait!" She raised the gun again, her finger tightening on the trigger. Brodie stopped in his tracks, again dropping to his knees. That beautiful body was rapidly disappearing under snow-white high-thread count cotton. "Teach me." "Teach you?" She laughed. "Brodie, you're an ACE level android. What can I teach you?" At first, he wasn't sure how to take that. He was the best of his line and the worst of it. Brodie, ACE Droid 6576 was the last of the ACE line and was the last remaining android in the line. Every since ACE Droid had been hunted down because of a problem in the hardware code, making them prone to fits of anger and highly sexualizing their personalities. Brodie was indeed the worst. He had killed nearly 100 women with his cock, cumming down their throats and suffocating them with his huge load. And Brodie had gotten to actually like it. "Foreplay." His eyes burned into hers, his heat torching her. "Teach me foreplay." Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 04 “Foreplay is the art of readying the subject before you fuck it.” Lauren hefted the gun, briefly changing hands to work the feeling back into the muscles. Obviously, she was holding it too tightly and she saw that Brodie noticed it. She made a mental note to never do that within his sight again. “Like getting your pussy wet before I put my cock in it?” “Yeah, like that.” “And how do I do that?” “You can start by kissing me.” Brodie glared at her for a long moment. Kissing? He’d seen it done before but he wasn’t too keen on doing it. For one, it did nothing to excite him and two, it required him to be close to the subject. He wasn’t interested in closeness. He was interested in fucking. “I don’t think so.” “All right. Have a good day.” He huffed, palming his cock again and giving it another couple of strokes. “What do I do?” “You know how to kiss.” Lauren pulled the covers back. “Get in here and start kissing me.” She watched as he approached, flicking a glance at the gun and gathered her in his arms, turning her onto her back. The cold ring of the weapon came to rest on the back of his neck and she hoped that he could read the seriousness of her resolve in her face. He must have satisfied himself with it because his eyes closed and his mouth took hers. At first, it was awkward. He kept humping her leg like an errant dog but it took only moments before he was settling against her and ravishing her mouth. He was surprised, to say the least. He would never have imagined that kissing could be so pleasurable. Her mouth was small and warm against his, her tongue submitting to his manipulations and her body arching against his. He laced his big hands through her hair and seated his mouth on hers, sealing their lips together and lost himself in the dance of their tongues. Lauren jumped when she heard him moan. Her brain momentarily slipped into overdrive. Androids weren’t able to feel, right? Then how was it that Brodie was responding to their kissing? She gave herself back over to the moment, feeling his passion and letting her body respond to it. His kiss was soft and tender, exploring her mouth thoroughly. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his eyes were quiet. “That wasn’t bad, was it?” Brodie wasn’t sure how to answer that. Kissing was not part of his programming but after having done it, he wondered why it wasn’t. He began to wonder about everything else. “No.” He looked down into her eyes. “It was quite enjoyable. May I do it again?” “Sure.” He leaned over and pressed his mouth to her again and his cock twitched as her tongue reached out to meet his. He completely forgot about the gun at his head; his focus was on her mouth. When he felt her respond, his cock leaped again, savoring the sweetness of their connection. He moved his hand down and cupped one of her breasts, his large thumb rubbing around the rough aureole. He stopped when he realized that she hadn’t given him permission but sighed in her mouth when her hand guided his hand back. Electrical tremors coursed through her as he started rolling her nipples between his fingers while his tongue still plundered her mouth. She couldn’t help it but she wanted him. She forgot what he was. Brodie’s hands encircled her throat and began to squeeze, his tongue thickening and closing off her throat. The kissing was nice but he was tired of being controlled. He wanted to play his game, not be subjected to someone else’s. The gun went off, grazing his ear and he fell back onto the floor, staring at her with incredulous eyes. Lauren sat up, rubbing her neck and gasping for breath. “We forgot what we were supposed to be doing, didn’t we?” His eyes darkened with anger again and she raised the weapon again. “Next time, it won’t be your ear.” She stared at him for a few minutes, watching him recover. It didn’t take long before he was back on his haunches, stroking that huge cock and glaring angrily at her. “Maybe it’s time for you to leave.” “Without tasting your pussy?” He knew what she liked. That hot conversation at lunch one day about cunnilingus. He knew that she adored having her pussy licked almost as much as she enjoyed having her feet worshipped. Her eyes darkened but her legs remained closed and hidden under the sheet. “Yes, maybe you don’t deserve it.” “I kissed you.” “And nearly killed me.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I’m sure you didn’t.” Lauren grinned. “And I didn’t mean to shoot you.” Brodie simmered, still glaring at her. “So, do you still want me to leave?” She moved to the edge of the bed, once again, uncovering her body and opening her legs so that the scent of her pussy assailed his nostrils. “You still want this?” “Yes.” She opened her legs wider. “Then apologize.” Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 05 "Apologize?" "Yes." She waved him forward with the gun. "On your knees and with your tongue." She watched him crawl forward, his eyes on her succulent snatch. "And no funny business." Brodie gritted his teeth, trying not to rip into her because not only was he playing her game again, but he was also crawling. He was an ACE Droid, an android of the highest level and he did not crawl to humans. They crawled to him. But the smell of her pussy drew him like flies to honey. So pungent and sweet. He was in heaven. It was time to feed. His tongue reached forward and slipped over her hairless pussy, slowly examining the outer lips. A shiver ran through her and he repeated the circuit again, flicking into the folds between her legs and near her ass. Her nectar began to flow and he tasted the juice, closing his eyes as a pleasurable heat flooded his body. She was so tasty. He couldn't stop himself. He pressed past the outer lips and suckled the slick inner lips, forcing himself to keep from dipping his bucket into her overflowing well. Lauren couldn't stop herself, either. The feeling of his tongue laving her nether region was like having sugar dissolve on her tongue: sweet and complete. She closed her eyes and came, quivering like a slab of Jello and heard him moan in response. Each time his tongue swiped her weeping slit, she came again, her clit rising and filling with blood. She had hoped that he wouldn't notice it because she felt so overwhelmed already but he did. His lips went around the distended flesh, his teeth grating over it while his lips pinched lightly. She exploded with a shout, thick pussy cream erupting over his seeking and greedy tongue and Brodie eagerly lapped it up. He pressed her secret button and was rewarded with a small trickle of piss. She shuddered when he drank it as eagerly as her cum. "Give me more." She obeyed his whisper, allowing another tiny bit of piss to come out. He hummed into her snatch, triggering another orgasm and she released more and more until she was peeing into his welcoming mouth. Brodie shivered with the taste of the warm fluid that filled his mouth. This was a new thing to him and he was enjoying every minute of it. He swallowed, took another mouthful, swirled it around his tongue and swallowed again. She came again, her sweet cum mingling with the tangy piss and pre-cum pumped out of his cock as he drank his fill of her sweet essence. "Delicious." Brodie whispered. "I would never have thought ... " "Neither would I." Lauren confessed, her pussy still throbbing from his licking. He bent forward again, grabbing her hips and burying his face in her fragrant slit, sucking and tasting as she came on the tip of his tongue again and again. Her asshole pulsed and she gasped when he moved down, determined to give it equal time. "Oh, God!" His tongue probed her sphincter, rubbing around it before pushing inside. His cock hardened in his fist, the scent of her ass filling his nostrils. She kept her asshole closed, giving him a challenge of sorts and he rose to it. He ran his tongue around her hole again, taming it, gentling it into letting him inside. He felt her relax and speared his tongue past her muscles, sinking into her ass and drawing a shuddering sigh from her as she came again. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed and slid one thick finger into her creaming twat. She gasped, pressing down and driving both his tongue and finger deeper into her orifices. He hummed and she rocked forward, pressing them in again and he moaned in satisfaction. Pleasure ruled Lauren's senses. The gun was a harmless toy in her hand as Brodie's tongue worked on her. She quit counting how many times she came. She only concentrated on the sheer pleasure that was enveloping her body. She was ready now. His fingers inside her were not enough. She had to have his thick cock riding inside her, filling her hole and pumping his cum into her. Lauren gripped the gun again, forcing herself from the fog of sex into the sharpness of reality. No matter how much she wanted him, she had to remember who he was. An ACE Droid who had killed and would no doubt kill again, if given the chance. But she knew what she had to do. Lauren laid down on her back, the gun pointing at him, and said, "Fuck me." Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 06 The three magic words that Brodie had waited to hear. Reluctant to give up his tasty ass buffet, he lingered between her legs for a few minutes more, lapping up her cream and enjoying the beautiful taste. Then, keeping a close eye on the gun, he waited until she'd positioned herself in the center of the bed and crawled over her, kneeling between her legs and stroking his velvet steel. "You ready for this? Ready for the fucking of your life?" She didn't know how true those words were but she wouldn't know until it was too late. "Are you ready to give me the fucking of your life?" He didn't know how true those words were but he wouldn't know until it was too late. "Been ready." He growled, lifting her knees and spreading them. "More than ready." "Then quit talking and fuck me." "Whatever you want." He leaned over her a bit and stroked his cock, letting the slimy pre-cum drip onto her already well-juiced slit, then rubbed the head into the sticky mess. "Here I come." Lauren thought she was prepared for his meaty tool but she was wrong. The head slid in slowly, stretching her slick canal and she moaned, feeling her muscles cling to the invading object and hold it tightly. She moved her hands above her head, being careful not to let him notice the absence of the gun and lifted her hips to accommodate his size. He felt like a huge rod of timber, splitting her in half as he made his way in. At least his anger had cooled a tiny bit as evidenced by his slow assault on her pussy. She closed her eyes, wondering if she'd be able to withstand this. It took all that Brodie had within himself to hold back; not to violently push into her and possibly rip her open. This one had been more interesting than the others. She had taught him things that he'd never known before and had made him question things. And kissing ... his cock flexed inside her at the remembrance of that. And now, entering her, she was so small and so tight that it felt like she had wrapped a fist around his cock. He trembled as he buried himself to the hilt and hooked her legs over his forearms. He looked down into her eyes and growled at the sight of her hands gripping the headboard, readying herself for what was to come. "Are you ready, sweet Lauren?" She nodded, helplessly whimpering as he started to pull out, then moved forward, thrusting inward again and making her pussy weep with juices. Oh, he was so big! She could feel every inch of his pulsating meat as it breached her innards and she welcomed it. She fought to catch her breath. "You call this a fucking?" Brodie's eyes changed and she knew she'd fed his anger once again. She prayed that her plan would work. "Remember," He leaned over her, her legs still hooked over his arms. "You asked for it." His first plunge drove the breath from her lungs. If she wasn't ready before, then she was no where near readiness when he began his angry assault. He pushed, he rotated, he thrust, he slammed and her body did its best to react to him. Hard, fast, slow, deep. He changed his strokes often, trying to make her hurt, trying to ensure that she couldn't read him. But she could. She could read everything that he did. Her body answered, stroke for stroke, meeting his muscle-ridden frame and sending him closer and closer to the edge. And then, it became a race. A race against who would be broken first. She fought valiantly against him, wrapping her arms around him and drawing him down into a soul-stirring kiss. He tried to escape her grasp but was unable, falling victim to the beauty of her mouth and the seduction of her heated core. "Not fair." Brodie gasped. His actions outweighed his words as he took her mouth yet again, sealing their mouths tightly together and battling with her silken tongue. She was gaining the upper hand. He knew it and could do nothing to stop it. Her body was too responsive to his, her kiss too arousing, her pussy too accommodating ... he gritted his teeth and attempted to slow down, to regain his composure but she was having none of it. She lifted her hips, forcing him deeper into her and coating him with her dew. "Now." She whispered, holding onto the headboard for dear life. "Now." Brodie screamed. Lauren shouted. And darkness descended. Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 07 Detective Ramsay Cooke, Droid division, flashed his badge as he entered the house. Teams were all over the place, mostly standing around and talking, but the bulk of them were lining the stairs leading upward. A low murmur rumbled in the partially-enclosed stairwell and he glanced back and forth between the lines, wondering what had happened. He had only received the lightest of briefings from his supervisor. The final ACE Droid had been located and this house was his last known sighting. Didn't sound good. Those sex-crazed droids has killed more humans than any mass murderer in history. It had taken nearly seven years before the last one had been located and everyone marveled at the irony of it all. The last and the most prolific. Brodie. And this one left sex crime scenes like no one before. The image of Kathleen Kerner came to mind, her mouth full of cum and the back of her head blown off like she'd swallowed a roman candle. Pushing that thought away, Det. Cooke mounted the stairs, pausing on the landing and staring in confusion at the young woman wrapped in a sheet and seated on the bed. Her skin was pale and her hand was shaky as she accepted a cup of tea but other than that, she looked none the worse for wear. At her feet, lay Brodie, the android, a stark look of fear on his handsome Scottish features. A sheet had been drawn over him, just beneath his neck and the bottom half of the pristine white was bright with his blood. "What do we have here?" "Detective Cooke, meet Special Agent Lauren Kinkaid." The detective shook the woman's outstretched hand in amazement. "The Lauren Kinkaid?" She smiled. "One in the same, sir." "But you're a ... " "Yes, sir. I'm an android. DELTA SPECIAL OPS Droid, version 21." She set the tumbler down, drawing the sheet closer to get rid of the prying eyes. "Specifically commissioned to hunt down and eradicate the ACE Droid line." "You did a great job, Lauren. This one has been the hardest to trace." "I know. It took me almost a year to figure out where he was in the workforce and nearly that long to get close to him." "Well, we're well-rid of him." "Yes, sir." Detective Smalley touched his shoulder. "The M.E. is here to extract the evidence. We need to clear the room." "It's okay." Lauren smiled at Smalley. "He can stay." "Are you sure?" Smalley looked uncomfortable and that made Cooke think twice. "It's okay, Lauren. I can wait outside with the rest of the crowd." "No, please. Sometimes extraction is painful and I'd like someone with me." "Smalley can stay." "No way, Cooke." The young man shook his head violently. "I've seen one of these things before and I don't care to see it again!" "That bad?" Lauren offered a sad smile. "That bad. Know anyone that's had a caesaran section?" "Nope." "Well, it's sort of like that, only done droid-style." Jim Campbell, M.E., came bustling in, his halved bifocal specs perched on his nose. "Is this the android?" Cooke bristled at Campbell's aloof reference. "Yes. This is Lauren." "Good. Okay. Scoot back on the bed. Clear the room." "Detective Cooke's staying." Campbell nodded briefly, removed a complicated silver instrument from his bag and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the others to depart. When it was only Lauren, Cooke and himself, he pushed the sheet open and crawled between her legs, positioning the instrument at her vaginal entrance. "All right, Lauren. You already know about how these things go. Are you ready?" Lauren nodded, gripping the detective's hand. "Yes, sir. Let's go." A soft whirring sound filled the air and the center rod of the instrument began to move forward, extending itself into her cum-filled pussy. She jumped at the touch of cold steel and bit her bottom lip to keep from complaining about the discomfort. A smaller rod near the base of the instrument moved out, its blunted end finding her anus and slowly sliding inward. Campbell watched a set of dials near the top of the machine and when one read a certain number, he twisted a dial. Lauren quivered in pain as the probe in her anus found her main terminal and forced the connecting rods together. Cooke stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, trying not to see the perfectly-shaped breasts that jiggled just inches from his palms. The center rod continued inward until it beeped and Campbell threw another dial, this time, guiding it more slowly. Cooke heard a crunch and the doctor pressed a red button near the instrument's top. In a wild cacophony of sound and lights, the machine did its hidden job, momentarily cutting power to her main system in order to allow her muscles to release the evidence. Three minutes later and it was all over and except for a tiny bit of vaginal bleeding, Lauren was in perfect shape. The evidence was the cock of the android Brodie, now separated and revealing several green electrical panels and a clear blue orb near the center. "That's it." Lauren breathed. "Once this is destroyed, there will be no more worries from ACE Droids." Campbell departed with the evidence and Cooke left the room while she dressed, giving her a gentle smile when she emerged. "Can I drop you some where?" "No. It'll be days before they can get my stuff out of here so I'm going to stay at a hotel in the meantime." She turned a pretty smile towards the unsuspecting detective, who blushed immediately. "But you can take me to breakfast." "It would be my pleasure."