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 The Silent Revolution - Part II by Sol Oliver

   We're nearly to the ice cream parlor, and I find myself thinking about
my old life.  Or, at least, the way it ended.  Maybe it's the shock of
seeing another human being fucked by their android keeper that has me in a
nostalgic mood.  Maybe it's my current state of frustration.  Or maybe it's
just that I think about it at least once a day, anyway.

   The first year with Nina was great.  I had my sex toy, and she was a
dream.  My wife hadn't performed oral sex on me in years, and intimate
relations of any kind had dwindled off to nearly nothing.  It just seemed
like when I was in the mood she wasn't, and vice versa.  I think she
suspected I was fucking the robot the whole time, but she could accept it
as long as she never knew for sure.

   In fact, all of my time and energy went into dreaming about, planning
for, and having sex with Nina.  Work was getting easier and easier as they
brought in androids and other machinery to do more and more tasks, and
still everyone got promotions.  I was moved around a couple of times --
everyone was -- and all we ever did was review reports on our computers. 
And I was so consumed with my own pleasure that I didn't see what was
happening.

   None of us did.

   If I'd been reading the papers, I'd have known that more and more of the
government's duties had been handed over to the computers and 'droids, and
that most corporations were being run by them, too.  Military and police
functions had also been entrusted to "intelligent automation", as the
country's leaders called it.  Why should humans ever be put in harms way
when 'droids were cheap?

   If I'd kept up with the news, maybe I'd have heard about how households
were breaking up, and that birth rates had plummeted.  Even if I *had*
started paying attention, those kinds of reports began to disappear as the
press was given over to automation as well.  And though we all called it
the "Silent Revolution", it wasn't always so quiet.

   For me, it started after my wife returned from a three-day business
trip. It had been heaven.  To my surprise and delight, my boss let me take
all three days off (the management program said it was okay), and for 72
hours I lived in paradise.  Nina was my willing ragdoll, and I fucked her
in every room in the house three times over.  I had her blow me as I sat in
the kitchen sink.  She rode my cock with passion as I watched old movies on
the couch.  I dressed her up in my wife's favorite dress and fucked her up
the ass.

   Paradise.

   Best of all, Nina cleaned everything up before my wife's return without
a word of complaint.  Ever.  My wife would never know.

   Or so I thought.

   "Hi, honey!" I said as I meet her at the door when she returned home,
taking the small suitcase from her hands.

   "Hi," she said, walking by me with barely a glance.  "I'm exhausted,"
she said, heading upstairs to change.  I followed, not wanted her to
suspect anything.

   "So, it was a rough trip?"

   "Well, the hours were tough, but it wasn't difficult."

   "Hmmm," I said, feigning interest.

   "Yeah, it was weird.  I just did my usual report work in an office 2,000
miles away."

   "That *is* odd."

   "Yeah," she said, clearly confused by the trip.  "How was it here at
home?"

   "I fucked him almost every waking moment," said a perky voice from
behind me.  I hadn't noticed that Nina had followed us upstairs.

   "WHAT did you say?!" demanded my wife.

   "Sometimes, I sucked his cock," began Nina as she walked over to stand
in front of my wife, who was almost a foot shorter.  "Other times, he
fucked my tits." Nina wiggled her torso, setting her breasts in motion. 
"He even ate me out once or twice," she said with a giggle.

   "Todd!  What the hell is going on?!" said my wife as her face turned
crimson.  Nina beamed down at her like a child who had just told her mom
what she'd done at camp.

   "Um..she must be..uh...malfunctioning?"

   "MALFUNCTIONING?!"

   "I'm in perfect working order," said our android.  "Let me demonstrate."
Now Nina turned to me and dropped to her knees.  Before I could react, she
had swiftly loosened my belt and dropped my pants.

   "TODD!" shouted my wife, who was shaking in anger and confusion.  "Stop
her at once!" Now Nina had pulled my cock from my drawers and was stroking
it to life.

   "Uh...stop it, Nina," I said lamely as my penis hardened.  Warm lips
closed around my head.  "Ohhhh...."

   "That's it!" shouted my wife.  "You are NOT sleeping in the same bed
with me -- EVER AGAIN!"

   She stormed out of the room just as Nina's head began to bob back and
forth.  Figuring there was nothing else I could do at the moment, I grabbed
on to Nina's head to enjoy the service, which continued until I had blown
my load into her mouth.

   "AAahhhh!" I sighed in relief.  And then my stomach sank as the pleasure
receded and I realized how much trouble I was in.  "Shit."

   Nina stood up, smiling, a trail of my cum dripping from the corner of
her mouth.  Why had she told my wife?  Maybe I needed to take her in.  I
looked into her big eyes and had to laugh.

   "Okay, Nina.  Just clean yourself up."

   "Okay, dear," she said, pursing her lips and --

   --Spittoooo!-

   -- out of her mouth sprayed my cum, coating my face.

   "Hey!" I shouted.  But Nina just walked by me without an explanation.

   There are a few couples at the ice cream parlor with us, though I don't
recognize them.  Two of the couples seem to know each other, and the
'droids, one male and one female, carry on a conversation as their human
wards look on with placid expressions.

   "What would you like, dear?" asks Nina as we reach the front of the
line. I always order the same thing, but she always asks.

   "I'd like a double-scoop of mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone,
please," I say to the friendly-looking woman behind the counter.  As she
attends to my order, Nina cuddles up alongside me, her arm circling my
waist.

   "Yum, yum!" she says.  I feel her hand trace along my shorts' waistband,
and --OH!-- she's slipped her hand down along my ass crack.  "Yum, yum!"
she repeats.  None of the other 'droids in the place seem to have noticed,
but the people have.  They try not to look directly at us, but I know they
notice.  The ice cream girl nearly drops my cone --OH!-- I feel a finger
dip into my asshole as I take the cone.

   "Thank you," says the attendant, who can't look me in the eye.  I can
see, however, that she is ashamed for me.  "Come again." Nina's finger is
still up my hole, and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.  She's
never...engaged me...in public before...

   "You haven't touched your ice cream," she scolds.  I bring the cone to
my lips.  The digit in my ass wriggles, and the pressure makes me do a
mini-mambo.  "Mmmmm," says my 'droid.  "Isn't it gooood?" I take another
lick, and --OH!--the finger moves again, a little more forcefully.  Nina
giggles.  She brings her head close to my ear.  Her hair falls all along my
neck and shoulders.  "My baby loves ICE CREAM!" she says as -

   "OH!"

   -- the finger shoots in deep.  I spasm reflexively and --SPLAT!-- my
cone drops to the tile floor.

   "Awwwwww.." says Nina with great pity.  I feel her finger slowly
withdraw.  She wipes it off on my shorts.  "Do you want a new treat?" Her
finger pats my ass cheek.

   "NO!" I say, a little too forcefully.  I look around, embarrassed.  This
isn't supposed to happen!  It never happens!  Two of the 'droids have their
hands in their crotches.  Are they getting off on this, too?  "No, thank
you," I say in a more conversational tone.  Nina steers us away from the
counter and out the door.

   Nina doesn't say anything on the way home.  She just sings her little
song that now has the lyrics "vacation to Aruba", "walk", "ice cream", and
a new word: "treat".  I really did want more ice cream, having just gotten
a taste, but didn't think it was wise.  Once again, I begin thinking of my
old life...

   The month that followed Nina's little confession was miserable.  My wife
kicked me out of the bedroom, and we stayed clear of each other entirely.
The first week, each night when I returned from work, I would check to see
if my wife was in the kitchen, grab some food if she wasn't, and head up
into the guest bedroom.  There, if I had any appetite, I'd eat my supper,
and would then usually cry myself to sleep.  I could hear Nina bustling
about the house, keeping everything tidy, but didn't even feel like being
near her.

   It was a full month before I even tried to approach my wife.  She was
sitting at the computer, and as I walked up to her she gave me a look that
chilled me to the marrow.  Before I could open my mouth, she spoke.  "I've
just applied to the government for a divorce," she said without a trace of
emotion.  I felt very little myself.

   "Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

   Without a word, she hit a few keys on the keyboard, and up popped a
dozen videos on the large viewing screen.  Each one was a different
encounter I'd had with Nina over the past year.  Where did she get them? 
In one, Nina was tied down to the bed and I was eating her out.  In
another, I have my foot in her twat.  Et cetera, et cetera.

   "This is only a sample of what I received," said my wife, not looking at
me.  "I'm pretty sure I want a divorce."

   "Okay," I said.  It was really up to the government now, anyway.  They'd
assumed control of these matters just a couple of years ago.  And these
videos would make their decision easy.  I turned from my wife, only to run
straight into Nina's tits.  "Oh...sorry," I said.  She just smiled
pleasantly.  Now she looked over my shoulder at the video array.

   "Ohhhh...I remember that!" she sang as she pointed at the screen.

   "OUT!  Both of you, out!" yelled my wife, burying her head in her hands.
I could hear her sobbing as I left the room.  I made my way to the kitchen
and opened the fridge, but I wasn't the least bit hungry.  Turning around,
once again I ran into Nina's comical breasts.

   "Stop following me!" I said, though I was more annoyed at myself. 
"You've done enough already."

   I didn't even have the energy to cry that night as I lay in the guest
bed.  I just stared up at the ceiling, wondering what would become of my
life.  I heard my soon-to-be-ex-wife weeping on and off for a few hours,
and I heard Nina's footsteps troving throughout the house.

   Then, like magic, the house was silent.

   The silence fell like a down blanket, and it allowed my emotional
exhaustion to sink in.  Just as I closed my eyes, the door cracked open,
though no light came through.  Had my wife changed her mind?

   "Is that you?"

   For an answer, she stepped up quietly to the end of the bed.  From the
bottom of the bed she entered between the sheets.  Her hands led, sliding
up my feet, then my calves, and up my thighs.  Warm breasts trailed them.
My wife's breasts weren't that big.

   The hands grabbed hold of my night shorts and dragged them down slowly,
and then the body continued to slide up on top of me.  She was naked, and
her smooth legs rested atop mine, her feet anchored against my own.  Long
hair rippled across my face, and soft breath grazed my lips.  Flesh, moist
and slick, settled in around my thickening penis.  My heart pounded in my
ears.

   "Nina?"

   "Shhhhhh...."

   With precision and tenderness, hot flesh hugged me tight, taking me in
slowly and completely.  And as her body began to undulate, I felt for the
first time that everything was going to be alright.

   Our house was once again in sight.  The street was mostly silent now as
the sun finished its daily course.  Lights shone from the windows of most
of the houses.  Rachael's house was a notable exception -- it was
completely dark.  Nina's step seemed to quicken the closer we got to home,
but that might have been in my mind as well.  Or maybe it was because I was
trying to slow us down.  I wanted more time to think and remember...

   The morning after Nina came to my bed, my wife was gone.  No note. 
Nothing.  It wasn't a work day, and I asked Nina if she knew where she'd
gone, but she just shook her head "no" and walked off.  All day I expected
a phone call or an e-mail.  By evening I was dreading a knock on the door
from the police.

   But there was nothing.

   Just me, wandering around the house, confused.  Nina followed me around
the whole day, always just in the corner of my eye.  My appetite returned
to me -- I hadn't eaten in over 24 hours -- and she cooked me a meal like I
hadn't had in over a month.  Nina watched me eat every bite from the other
end of the table, where my wife usually sat.  My 'droid had the usual
content look on her pretty face, but it was discomforting.

   That night, after watching some television, I decided that I might as
well sleep in the master bedroom, and once again Nina came to me to make
love, gently.  The next day was the same; so too the day after that.  Every
night when I came home from work, Nina made me dinner, I watched
television, and then Nina would love me.  The days went by, and not only
did I not hear from my wife, but I stopped expecting to.  It was almost
like she'd never existed.  But it didn't feel right.

   Not that it didn't feel good.  Nina was constantly finding new ways to
satisfy me.  One day when I got home, as soon as I walked in the door she
hoisted her skirt, bent over in front of me, and spread herself wide.  Hint
taken.  Another time she lay me down in the spa tub, opened several cans of
peach slices over me, and slurped them off of me before moving in for the
kill.  I gave myself up to the pleasure, letting her take me down new
paths.

   And all the time in the world outside, strange things were happening. 
Sometimes at night, I thought I heard yelling and even screaming in the
streets.  Gunshots?  If I awoke, Nina would "distract" me asleep.  And as I
drove home from work, things just seemed...wrong.  At first I couldn't
figure it out (since I didn't know the neighbors well, anyway), and then it
dawned on me that I didn't see groups of people gathered around anymore. 
No one was on the basketball courts.  No one had family and friends to
visit.

   There weren't any children to be seen anywhere.

   It was the night that I realized this that the bird of paradise began to
hiccup.  I'd just finished eating my last bite of key lime pie when Nina
licked her lips at me.  My loins awoke; this was usually a sign that she
was ready to take me on a little "adventure".  Sure enough, she crawled up
onto the table, face full of carnal hunger.  Up she approached, breasts
hang down and grazing the empty serving dishes, eyes afire.  With a little
leap, she knocked me back in my chair and landed on top of me.  Grabbing me
by the collar, she slid me free of the chair and onto the linoleum floor
and ripped open my Oxford shirt.  I was in heaven as she kissed at my
chest, and was at full mast.  The spirit moved me and I reached up and took
hold of her shoulders, preparing to roll her under me.  But she swatted my
hands away and tore at my pants.

   "Okay, okay!" I said as she disposed of my clothes.  With incredible
swiftness she disrobed herself from the waist down, put herself in
position, and filled herself with my manhood.

   "Ahhhh..." she cried as she sat down onto me.  I steeled myself as she
began to grind, which she did with great ardor.  In fact, it kind of hurt.

   "Oh...easy, Nina!" I said, but she was lost in her pleasure.  I made a
move to roll her over again, but she had all of the leverage and would not
yield.  I settled for putting my hands over her breasts, which were still
under her blouse.  She was making animal grunts now as she thrust down onto
me.  Just as I thought my abdomen would be crushed, she gave three quick
thrusts and let out a loud, throaty moan.

   "OOOOOOHHHHHH!....."

   And then, the tension left her face, she sat back, and she stood up from
me.  Out I slid, and a thin line of sticky fluid stretched between the tip
of my cock and her tender hole, snapping apart as she rose to full height.
Immediately, she began to clear the dirty dishes.  I was still rock-hard.

   "Um...Nina?"

   But she wasn't paying any attention to me.  It was like I was invisible.
Finally I stepped in front of her and pointed down at my engorged member.

   "What am I supposed to do?" I asked her.  Nina glanced down at my cock,
looked up at me again, smiled sweetly, and walked away.

   That was the moment when I started to figure out the whole bit about
androids and pleasure.  We still weren't too isolated from each other at
work, so we all compared notes, at it seemed like everyone had a similar
experience.  Many people at work had disappeared, too, but those of us
still in the office had carbon-copy lives: broken relationships that
androids had stepped into that were now turning...weird.  Everyone had
noticed the disappearances, and how everything seemed to be run by the
'droids.

   It was then that we started using the phrase "Silent Revolution."
Different people helped fill in the pieces of the puzzle.  One guy had
worked for Candrex, the biggest android manufacturer, and he said that he
knew it would happen.  He filled in a lot of the details.

   He disappeared early on.

   At last Nina and I have arrived home.  I open the door for her and we
head inside.  The smell of coffee and fresh-baked cookies is in the air. 
Strange.  The only light is a flickering orange reflected off the walls. 
The living room fireplace.  Nina turns around quickly and clutches my hands
in hers.  She looks excited.

   "I have such a surprise for you!" she says, almost squealing out the
words.  She takes hold of one hand and drags me with her into the living
room.

   Sitting on the love seat are Rachael and Becky.  The Asian android beams
us a smile, and Nina waves at her as if joining a Tupperware party.

   "Say hi, Rachael," says Becky, nudging her human housemate.

   "Hi," she says, keeping her head down.  Still, I can see that her eyes
are puffy.  She's been crying.  I wish I was anywhere but here.  I sit down
with Nina on the other couch, and the two androids begin making inane
conversation.  But I don't hear them; my thoughts wander as I try to
pretend this is not happening.  I'm not sure what's happening, but it can't
be good.

   It can't be.

   Sex with Nina had become increasingly frustrating.  Some days, it would
be like old times, and I would begin to think that things were returning to
"normal".  Other times, she would get me naked and worked up, only to
masturbate in front of me until she'd reached climax.  Then there were
week-long stretches or more when she didn't as much as touch me.  That was
the worst.

   I was certain it meant I would "disappear."

   So anything was better than those cold stretches.  I learned to crave
any word or gesture from her, and it became a pleasure to please her.  If
she held my face in her twat for an hour as a lapped at her, I was content.
If she sat on my face until I gasped for breath, I was happy.  Anything was
fine except to be outside of her physical graces.  And on the increasingly
rare days when she let me run lose inside her, I was ecstatic to the core.

   But even at the most frustrating times, when I came home from work,
dinner was on the table.  And except for during our "intimate" encounters,
Nina behaved as if I were her master.  So it was on That Day, when I truly
learned what I was to her.

   The dinner was superb.  Fresh mashed potatoes and tender asparagus were
perfectly matched to the beef brisket Nina had made, and for a treat I had
decided that she'd want me to have a glass or two of wine.  It was one year
to the day that my wife had disappeared, and by the time Nina was clearing
away the home made apple pie, I had drunk the entire bottle.  Except for
three nights before, when she'd let me finger-fuck her for ten minutes, she
hadn't done more than cuddle up to me all week.

   I was quite horny.

   Nina had dressed herself in a rather alluring sun dress that I only then
recognized as one of my wife's.  Nina filled it out much more completely,
and I began to imagine myself taking it off of her.  Burying my face in her
tits.  Putting my cock between her lips.  Thrusting into her.  I watched
her move about the kitchen, and for a moment it seemed like my wife was
standing there.  It must have been the alcohol.

   "Whadd'ya' do wiff my wife??" I slurred at the buxom figure wearing my
wife's dress.  To my surprise, she turned to face me, perfect face beaming
a benevolent smile down at me.

   "Awwww...do you miss her, hon?" she said, hand on hip.

   "Yesh...Nooo..."

   Both were honest answers, and Nina looked down at me like she was my
fairy godmother come to make everything right.  Large sympathetic eyes
willed me up out of my chain, and I found myself folded inside her arms,
and she rocked me back and forth, humming tunelessly.  I might have cried.
I don't know.

   Whether or not I did, I was certainly becoming aroused as she pressed
her body to mine.  I lay my head against her breasts, soft and firm, and
could hear her artificial heart beating.  I wanted to crawl up inside her.
I settled for reaching down and grabbing hold of her shapely ass, knowing
it was a big risk.  Nina continued to rock me.  I began kneading her butt
through the dress, pushing my hands ever-deeper in between her cheeks.  She
gave a little gasp.

   It was just like old times.

   Emboldened, I followed my first instinct and buried my head into her
cleavage, which was nearly heaving out of the dress top.  It felt
wonderful.

   "Let's go to th' bedroo'," I said into her bosom.

   "Yessssss..." she hissed, and I grabbed her by the low-cut neckline and
led her up the stairs, stumbling all the way.  Now we were there, and I
felt like a kid on prom night.

   "WhadderwegonnadoFIRS??" I slurred, more to myself than to Nina.  Then
it dawned on me that Nina was wearing this dress the last time I saw it,
too.  I had put it on her before fucking her up the ass.  "Ohhhh..up in
THERE ya wannit, hmmm?" I said with a sly grin.  Even then, I had learned
that the android left hints about what she wanted, and this seemed like an
obvious clue.  But she just smiled at me, waiting for me to direct her. 
Just like old times.

   "Take off the dress," I said as I took down my pants.  Cock in hand, I
watched as Nina unzipped the back, teased out her shoulders, and let the
dress drop down.  Of course, it didn't get far before being held up by her
breasts.  Hard nipples poked through the thin cloth.  "Guess you needin'
li'l bitta help, mmm?" I walked up to her and pulled down on the dress. 
Down it snapped, setting her tits bouncing free.  "Whoopsie!"

   Nina giggled like the toy she'd been built to be.  Her breasts looked
like large, round custard desserts to me, and I lavished attention on them
with my lips.  Nina gasped and sighed as I worked her nipples with my
tongue, squeezing her flesh with both hands.

   "..ah!....oh!..." she cried.

   "Less' keep goin' on down," I said, peeling the dress down further until
it stretched half-way down her hips.  The top of her trim bush just showed,
and as I sucked at her tits, I slid a hand down to feel her womanly flesh.
It was quite wet, and I rubbed her gently, occasionally teasing her with
the tip of a finger or two.

   "..Ah!...ah....AH!"

   I had slipped two fingers up into her, easy pushing them in through her
viscous juices.  I had to get my hand good and slick.

   "Less' not forget wha' we're doin'," I said, reaching behind her with my
fluid-covered hand and sliding it down her ass crack.

   "Ooohhhhh..." moaned Nina, bringing a hand down to frig herself. 
"fwit-fwit-fwit* went her cunt as she rapidly jabbed her fingers in and out
of her hold.  My own fingers had found her other hole, and I slathered the
lubrication all around it.  Nina took a deep breath, head lolling about,
and put her arms around me.

   "Yeaaah," I said, working a digit up her ass."It's a real treat!" Nina's
head stopped rolling and she fixed her eyes on mine, smiling.

   "Then maybe you'd like it too," she said, and I felt a hand reach
between my ass cheeks.  Slick fluid was spreading around my anus.

   "Hey now--OH!"

   A finger punched rudely through my hole, and after the surprise of it,
it felt quite good.  Back when we actually had sex, it was something my
wife would occasionally do for me.  Nina's finger slid on in, about as far
as my finger was up her ass.

   "Okay, okay," I said, withdrawing my finger.  I felt the intruder slide
out of my own, leaving the slickness inside.  My cock felt like it would
burst, and I decided I'd better get right to business.  I pushed her dress
down to the ground and grabbed her hips, preparing to turn her around, bend
her over, and load myself through her back door.  I took another look at
her snatch, considering for a moment if that might be the better choice. 
It seemed to be twitching.  Must be the alcohol.  Better stick with plan
"A".  "Time to deliver the meat," I declared, pushing against her hips.

   She didn't budge.

   "Me first," she said with a giggle as she slapped my arms away.

   I stepped back, stunned and confused.  "Me first"??  Nina had her hands
on her hips and was looking down at her still-twitching slit.  I fixed my
eyes on her vaginal lips, which began to part as if they were about to say
"Oh".  Then it looked like she was pushing out a small, sticky pink egg. 
Out it squeezed, and as it did its shape looked more like a small pear with
a hole in the top, her cunt lips stretching aside to let it through.  Once
it was completely out, the movement paused, though her folds still
twitched.

   "What th' hellisthat?" I said, but the pit of my stomach already knew.
In answer, all at once the small pear was pushed downward, propelled by the
thick shaft that was pushing out from Nina's groin.  "Oh, god," I said as
the android's hidden meat lowered to its full length.  As it did, Nina let
out a low, triumphant moan.

   "aaaAAHHHHH!"

   All at once, her new penis snapped to life, lifting up to point at my
belly button.  Nina's head snapped back up, too, and in her eyes was a lust
that I hadn't seen from her before.  My mind flashed with all of things I'd
made the android do before the Silent Revolution, and it was clear to me
that she'd been preparing a long time for this moment.  She grabbed my
hips, and her cock slapped against mine, dwarfing it.

   "Hold on, now..Nina..."

   "Shut UP," she said firmly.  It was like being slapped.  Never before,
even when she'd commanded me, had there been such firm power in her voice.
Always before she'd communicated her wishes non-verbally.  "Now turn
around," she said, though the force of her hands on my hips had already
sent me in motion.

   So it had come to this.  The android that I had purchased to give me
pleasure was going to have her day.  I expected to be ripped apart at any
moment; every muscle in my body was bracing for impact.  To my surprise,
the next thing I felt was a soft hand stroke me from my neck down to the
base of my back.

   "Relax..." said Nina, soothingly.  Now two hands rubbed my shoulders,
and then removed my shirt.  "Relaxxxxx....." she repeated, and I felt her
tits press against my back, nipples almost hard enough to leave two hazel
nut-sized bruises.  Nina began to stroke my chest with her hands, and then
she was hugging me from behind.  I felt something hot and hard slide
between my ass cheeks.  I flinched.

   "Shhhh..." whispered Nina into my ear, just like the first night she had
come to my bed.  She began to press her weight down on onto me, and I soon
found myself on my hands and knees, Nina's arms still around me, her
fingers twisting my nipples gently.  I felt her shift her ass, and an
impossibly large fingertip pressed against my anus.

   "An android's pleasure..." she whispered, letting her moist lips flick
at my ear.  The finger pressed harder.  I resisted.

   "...comes from doing..." she continued, shifting her weight again.  The
pressure doubled.

   "...what its owner..." she said as something cold and greasy spread over
my hole.  The pressure tripled.

   "...pleases..."

   "AAAHHHHHHH!"

   Pain like being struck in the head with a heavy timber coursed through
me, making me blind.  It felt like an oxygen tank had been forced into me,
and it stayed lodged in place like a planet.

   "...shhhhh..." said the soothing voice as my mind returned.  The pain
was ebbing, and a new sensation was rising.  "...shhhhh..."

   It was *her* inside me.  She was pushing it further in.

   "Please.." I moaned as the pressure mounted.  Her tits were still tight
against my back as she hugged me close.  Inward she pushed.

   "Mmmmmm..." moaned Nina, even as my head struggled for consciousness.  I
should have known she'd take me this way.  I was powerless against her.

   At last, the penetration ended after what felt like an hour.  Images of
my former life flashed in my mind.  My wedding night.  Making love to my
wife.  Entering the android for the first time.  Nina's penis began to
slide back out.  I began to weep.

   "Poor baby," said Nina, and it sounded sincere.  Really it did.  She
raised her torso up, removing her warm breasts from my back.  Her hands
grabbed my hips, and again my mind struggled to handle the sensation as her
long tube of meat slipped back out of my passage.  She readjusted her
weight again, and I could feel that only the head of her penis was still
inside me.

   "MMMMmmmm...." she said as she slid herself back in, more quickly.  It
was easier to take this time, though still by no means comfortable.  My
body had relaxed.  I knew that there was no use fighting her.  She was
pushing a strange pleasure into me.  And taking her own.

   I don't remember how long she fucked me, sliding her penis in and out to
pleasure herself.  How it must have felt for her, to violate for the first
time he who she had been a slave to!  I don't recall how much of the time I
cried or how much I moaned with pleasure.  What I'm sure of, though, is
that after she'd filled me with her own hot ejaculate -- letting out a
blood-curdling yell as she did -- that if ever I doubted her authority, I
no longer did.

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   The Silent Revolution - Part III by Sol Oliver

   Did Nina know that I had just relived in my mind the first time she took
completely?  It wouldn't surprise me.  Everything today is
just...different. Just like that day.  Maybe I'd just become too
comfortable with the ways things were, and the couple from down the street
are just here to throw me off.  No, it's more than that.  She *knows* I'm
attracted to Rachael.  She must.  Her choice of company for the evening
can't be coincidence.

   Or maybe there's something bigger going on.  Never had I ever seen
public behavior between androids and their wards before this evening.  Why
now?  Maybe they're toying with us because they've decided we're obsolete.
Then why are Nina and Becky still chatting away like it's perfectly normal?
If they're going to kill us, they should just do it, dammit!

   Calm down.

   Breathe.

   Rachael has been avoiding eye contact with me this whole time. 
Understandable.  Just an hour or two before, I watched her get fucked hard
by her android.  Still, every once and a while our eyes meet, and I can see
that she's scared too.

   But it's a different fear in her gaze.

   "Why, Rachael, you haven't said a thing all night!" remarks Nina,
shaking both of us out of our anxious trances.  "I hear you're getting a
bonus, too."

   We've been sitting on the couches next to our 'droids for what must have
been an hour, and neither one of us had so much as coughed.  Rachael's eyes
dart to mine briefly, confused.  I give the smallest of shrugs.  The
situation is so unusual that neither one of us is certain that she really
has been invited to speak.

   "Why, Rachael, you haven't said a thing all night!" remarks Nina again,
as if it's the first time she's said it.  "I hear you're getting a bonus,
too." I guess they really do want her to speak.

   "Oh...yes," she said, voice cracking a bit.  I'm sure her throat is just
as dry as mine is right now.