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 Hostile Takeover by Sol Oliver aka solovn

   Upper management had its perks.  Big corner office.  Nice salary. 
Little actual work to perform.  But what Dax liked best was his assistant.

   Tall, brown-haired and built like a 20th century pin-up model, Vikki not
only managed the details of his day-to-day business, but was available to
him 24/7 to serve his every whim.

   And Dax had a lot of whims--whims that no human woman would tolerate for
more than a day or two.  And while Vikki was programmed to react to his
demands with disdain, scorn or disgust, she would never, ever refuse.  What
fun would it be ramming his cock down her throat if she submitted too
willingly?  Wasn't it so much sweeter to fuck her in the ass in the middle
of the day when she complained that it "wasn't professional", fighting him
off just enough to heighten his arousal?

   "Stop it!" she'd hiss as he hiked up her designer dress-suit.  "Keep
that thing of yours out of me!" she'd protest, pushing him back with her
ass.  Sometimes he'd have to keep at it for ten minutes before she
relented, but she always did.  And it was always sweet.

   Today would be sweeter than usual.  Vikki had been in the shop for
repairs for nearly a week, and Dax had been saving up all his energies. 
And instead of having her delivered back to him at home, he'd decided it
would be more exciting to take her at the office.  As he got out of his
MagPod underneath his building, he received confirmation that she'd
arrived, along with the invoice--ouch!  Dax didn't like to spend money he
didn't have to, but he could accept the bills as the cost of incalculable
pleasure.  True, replacing the damage to her interior wasn't cheap...and he
didn't realized he'd pulled her left arm out of alignment...and of course
he wanted them to replace the hair that had been yanked out...but it sure
did feel great force-fucking her up the ass, didn't it?  Hell yeah!  Dax
was already stiffening, thinking about how he would take her.

   As he rode the executive lift to his floor near the top of the building,
something seemed wrong.  The interior of the elevator looked different.  It
was the colors...instead of the green and gold of the company, they were
orange and blue.  The colors of their rivals...the elevator
decelerated...the doors swished opened...

   "Hello, Dax," said a thin, lithe woman in a well-tailored pantsuit. 
"You're late."

   "Late my ass," said Dax, charging out of the elevator at the woman
standing in the floor's lobby.  "What the fuck are you doing here, Julia? I
canned you two months ago." Even though he towered above her, she stood
still and seemed perfectly at ease.  Amused, even.

   "You haven't heard the news?" she said, and then the glass walls lobby
walls went opaque, and then headlines and video appeared all around:
"SymTech succeeds in hostile bid for SpencerCo"..."Upstart company brings
down industry giant"..."Bloodbath at SpencerCo?"

   "Oh, shit..."

   Dax had known that the takeover was possible, but he didn't expect it to
happen so soon.  And he definitely didn't expect that his former #2 had
joined up with the other side.  The walls went clear again and the lank
woman motioned for Dax to follow.

   "Come with me if you want to keep your pitiful job."

   Surprised that there was even a chance that he'd be able to stay on, Dax
followed Julia through the sliding doorway onto the main floor.  All around
people were packing up their desks, though some remained at their stations
working away as if nothing unusual was happening.  Some of them looked up
at Dax as he walked by, accusing looks in their eyes.  Why?  What was he
supposed to do?  He wasn't the CEO!

   The walls of his corner office reflected the new reality--instead of the
SpencerCo logo pattern with pictures of himself woven in, there was just an
expanse of pink.  Julia stopped in front of the sliding panel and turned to
Dax.

   "Won't you step into my office?" she said, lip curling into a cruel
smile.

   The view of the city was still the same and impressive as ever.  The
desk was the same, and it appeared that not a single document had been
moved.  All of his decorations were still in place.  And yes--there was his
android, looking completely repaired.  In fact, the only thing unusual
about the scene was that instead of standing at attention on the right side
of the desk, Vikki was sitting in his black leather chair.

   "Get out of my chair!" commanded Dax, but Vikki just swiveled back and
forth, smiling.  Dax turned to Julia, scowling.  "What did you do to her?"

   "Nothing much," she said, brushing past him, letting her ass graze
against his crotch.  "But she answers to whoever holds this office.  And
right now, that's me." Julia crossed to the desk and motioned to Vikki, who
pushed back from the desk.  Julia sat herself down in the buxom 'droid's
lap, turned her head, and they kissed.  Slowly at first, and then with more
fervor.  Vikki's hands began to feel along Julia's torso and down her
thigh, but the Julia backed her off and focused on Dax again.

   "Okay, fine...you can have my 'droid," said Dax, face flushed.  "It was
time to scrap her anyway." Dax thought he saw Vikki's face fall, but it was
probably his imagination--'droids didn't have human feelings.

   "You underestimate her," said Julia, stroking Vikki's cheek and then
gently caressing one of her hefty breasts through her silk blouse.  Vikki
moaned, eyes rolling back.  "You see, it's because of sweet Vikki that I
was able to deliver your company to my new employers." Julia wasn't even
looking at Dax, choosing instead to watch Vikki's face as she began to
knead her breasts with gentle attention.

   "Ridiculous!" said Dax.  "Like you said, she was answering to ME!"

   "True," said Julia, adjusting herself so that she could move her other
hand into Vikki's crotch.  "But I took the initiative, when were all
together, and 'convinced' her to share with me everything she saw and
knew."

   "That's industrial espionage!" shouted Dax, who was more wounded that
Julia had betrayed him.  True, he fired her, but she'd done her
double-cross before that.  For months Julia had shared his bed now and
then, along with the 'droid.  Dax knew she was sleeping her way to the top,
but thought he could handle her.  It seems he was wrong the whole time.

   "Oh, Daxy!" cooed Julia, looking at him as she continued to fondle
Vikki. "I knew you'd get bored with me sooner or later.  So I made sure I
had an exit plan." Julia began to unbutton Vikki's blouse, exposing her
wonderfully smooth flesh.  Despite his anger, Dax was completely aroused.
They'd sometimes played games like this, the three of them, but it had
always been Dax calling the shots, teasing both of them.

   "So what do you want?" said Dax, trying not to watch as Julia began to
lick and suck at Vikki's generous nipples.  "You already have my job...and
my 'droid."

   "Mmmmm..." said Julia, taking one more mouthful of Julia's tit.  "I
don't want your job OR sweet Julia--I have much bigger things ahead of me.
No, I want to give them back to you."

   Julia stood up from Vikki, who slowly fell out of her pleasured
delirium, tits hanging out of her luxury suit jacket.  Julia motioned for
her to stay seated, and the 'droid pouted.

   "I don't want him to own me, Julia!" complained Vikki sternly.  "He's
unprofessional...lazy...cruel..."

   "You LOVED it, baby!" said Dax, walking over and leaning forward on the
desk to put his face in front of hers.  "You're PROGRAMMED to take it like
a bitch, no matter WHAT you say!"

   SLAP!--Vikki's hand stung across Dax' cheek, stunning him not from the
pain but by the audacity of her action.  Now Vikki stood up and leaned
forward into Dax, pushing him back.

   "You think I LIKED watching you mismanage this company?!  Even with
everything you pushed onto me to do, you were fucking it up!" she spat. 
Despite the sting of her words, Dax found himself staring down at Vikki's
tits, which were quaking along with the rest of her body.  "Did you think I
WANTED to be raped by you and your little pecker, you TOAD?  Yes, I had to
let you have me, but NOT ANYMORE!"

   Vikki turned away, buried her head in her hands and began to weep.  Dax
looked over at Julia, sneering.

   "Oh, PLEEEEASE!  Give me a break!" he said.  "So what--you reprogrammed
her.  You think that'll ruin it for me?  If anything, it excites me more!"

   Up to this point Julia had been enjoying watching her former boss and
lover squirm, savoring her victory.  But was the man really that cruel? 
What Julia felt could only be described at horror.

   "You're a goddamned monster, you know that?" said Julia, moving back
behind the desk to comfort the weeping 'droid.  "I didn't change a thing
about her motivational programming."

   "Don't give me back to him!" cried Vikki into Julia's ear as she held
her close.

   "Don't worry," whispered Julia.  "He won't be able to hurt you, okay?"

   The 'droid's big, watery eyes looked into Julia's, and she understood. A
new feeling began to awaken inside her, and she knew that Julia was right.
Vikki nodded and sniffed away her tears.  Julia stood back up and turned to
Dax.

   "Here's the deal," she began, all business.  "You will retain your
title, office, condos, transport privileges, and all other perks." Dax'
mood began to lighten.

   "Great.  The 'droid is a perk."

   Vikki looked up at Julia, worry in her eyes.  "No," said Julia.  "Vikki
will be running the office, and you will do whatever she says." Julia
watched Dax' face flush red with anger.

   "You can't--I can't--that's totally illegal!" fumed Dax.  "A human can
no more report to a 'droid than they could be owned by one!"

   "True, true," said Julia, pacing thoughtfully.  "Technically, you will
have title to Vikki." The 'droid looked dismayed, but Julia continued. 
"HOWEVER, should you fail to do EXACTLY as Vikki instructs at all times,
not only will you be fired, and not only will your reputation be shattered
so completely that you'd be lucky to get a job as a street sweeper, but
with all of the 'irregularities' that I've seen you commit over the past
two months, you'll find yourself in PRISON.  And I will see to it that it
is NOT a country club setting!  Do you understand?"

   Dax was numb--he knew she wasn't bluffing, and was glad that the room
was completely soundproof.  But so what if the robot ran things?  He'd
pretty much set her up to do that, anyway.  True, it would probably be
Julia calling the shots, through Vikki, but that meant his life would be
that much easier!  He looked over at Vicki, whose tits were displayed on
the desk in front of her, and his loins stirred again.  It wouldn't be so
bad having her choose the dance moves...and he'd save a buck or two on
repairs.  The 'droid looked from him to Julia, expectantly...almost
eagerly.

   "So except for the fact that the lady gets to be on top, there's no
other changes?" paraphrased Dax.

   "You will do EXACTLY as Vikki instructs AT ALL TIMES, or the deal is
off," said Julia, then nothing more.  It was up to him now to decide.

   "When would the deal start?"

   "As soon as you make up your fucking mind."

   "Okay," said Dax, extending his hand towards Julia.  "It's a deal."

   Instead of shaking his hand, Julia pulled out her communicator and
punched in a few commands.  "Done," she said, walking away from him and
seating herself on a comfy red couch that sat against the view window.

   Although miffed that she'd snubbed him, Dax was pleased as his old color
scheme dissolved through the pink on the office walls.  Then he saw Vikki
twitch and slump over onto the desk.  For a moment he thought she'd shorted
out, but then she jerked back to life, back straightening and boobs
jiggling.  Dax waited for her to say something, but Vikki just sat there,
eyes darting nervously between Dax and Julia.

   Dax had the instincts of a shark and understood what was happening--the
'droid didn't trust in the power she'd been instructed to wield.  And
anyone afraid to wield their power actually had no power at all...

   "Good to see that you're back," said Dax, moving in on her...though he
knew that he'd better go easy.  On the couch Julia looked nervous...clearly
she wasn't sure if the 'droid would be able to act as instructed.  "Don't
worry...I'll do exactly as you say," he said, looking into Vikki's
frightened eyes.  "Don't be afraid...I'll treat you nice even if you don't
tell me to--I promise." Dax took a chance and gently placed his hand on one
of her breasts--she flinched--and then relaxed and let out a sigh as his
hand tenderly cupped her flesh.

   "Does it feel good?" asked Dax, working her breast more firmly.  Vikki
bit her lip, glanced at Julia, then looked at Dax and nodded.  "Do you want
me to keep pleasing you this way?" asked Dax.  Vikki nodded again.

   Julia knew exactly what Dax was doing, but she had to maintain her cool.
If Vikki couldn't stand up for herself, the whole plan would fall through.
And the more the 'droid accepted the man's 'suggestions', the less likely
she'd be to take control like Julia needed.  But she wasn't too
worried--there was still one card that had yet to be played!

   Now Dax was pleasuring his 'boss' just as he'd watched Julia do
it...kneading both her breasts...caressing her face...

   "Do you want me to keep going...ma'am?" asked Dax, breathing heavily on
Vikki's nipple, which hardened completely.

   "Yes..." the 'droid said weakly.  Feelings were welling up inside her,
pushing aside the fear she'd learned to associate with this man...

   Dax decided it was time to close the deal--he'd held himself back far
too long already, and from the way Vikki kept arching her back, moaning and
sighing, she should be open to his next gentle 'suggestion'...

   "I can stop now...or just say the word and I'll pleasure you...down
there..."

   Dax licked and sucked at Vikki's tit in a way that clearly suggested
cunnilingus--something he'd never done for her before.  He'd had other
women perform it on her on occasion (including Julia), so he knew she
enjoyed it.  Her breathing began to quicken.

   Vikki felt the chair roll backwards until it bumped to a stop against
the shelving a foot or two behind the desk.  The man who had been her
captor for so long was taking position down in front of her pants, and she
put her hands on top of her crotch.  No!...it wasn't right...he
shouldn't...an android wasn't allowed...

   ...but the urge!  It was fighting against her ingrained programming--and
winning.  The man teased at her exposed breasts...slid his hands along her
inner thighs...his tongue licked and sucked her hands as she kept herself
from reaching her most sensitive area...the area begging for
sensation...and release...

   "Trust me," said a voice--Julia's!  Vikki looked over at the woman who
had freed her, then down at the man who'd had his way with her so many
times...below her...subservient...

   "Yes, trust her--I'll do EXACTLY as you say..."

   Even as Dax teased the 'droid he was undoing his pants.  He'd be gentle
as long as it took, making Vikki think that their sex was her idea.  And as
time went on, he'd make her think that blowing him was her idea...and
licking his ass...and letting him come on her face...and fucking her up the
ass...

   ...but for now, he'd just give her a nice, solid fucking.

   "Okay," said Vikki, nervously unclasping her pants.  Dax sat back to
give her room as she unfastened them, bent over, and slid them to the
floor. "Please me...NOW."

   The smile on Dax' face melted as he found himself face to face with a
stiffening, meaty penis that grew out from her crotch, joined to her along
the top of her cunt.  Dax flinched back in shock.

   Vikki waited for the man to deliver on his promise, but he continued to
sit down in front of her, motionless.  And then something clicked into
place inside of her...urgency, impatience, and ANNOYANCE that her need was
NOT BEING MET!

   "PLEASURE ME NOW," she said, firmly, rolling the chair forward towards
the man.

   The penis brushed up against Dax' nose, but his mind still couldn't
grasp what was happening.  Could his 'droid really do this to him?  Would
Julie really send him to prison?  Oh, GOD--look at the size of it--it must
be twice my size...

   Julia looked on intently, a hand dropping to her crotch.  Vikki was
starting to KICK!  The new instincts that came with her new cock were
starting to propel her actions...but she wasn't there quite
yet...patience...

   Vikki leaned down, took her cock in one hand, grabbed the top of the
man's with her other, and rubbed the engorged penis across his face, down
one cheek, across his pursed lips, and up the other.  A light slimy trail
traced sticky webs as it went.

   Again and again the spongy-hard penis head pressed across or against his
lips, but Dax couldn't bring himself to allow it inside.  His mind knew
that to disobey would mean to lose everything, but his own instincts would
not let go.

   "FINE," said Vikki, mind calculating new ways to get what her body now
demanded.  Pouring herself out of the chair and onto Dax, she reached down
and took hold of the man's cock.  Leaning in, she kissed him forcefully on
the mouth as she stroked him firmly.  "Do not resist me."

   Eyes closed, Dax had no mind to resist, surprised as he was that Vikki
was now pleasuring HIM.  Her kissing was like an endless wave, irresistible
and sapping.  Her tongue slid against his time and again, always two steps
ahead of his own, making a fool of him.

   The two hands grabbed him at his sides and he felt himself hoisted up,
swung around, and tossed lightly into the black chair.  Opening his eyes he
found that there positions were now reversed: Vikki cupped his balls, face
hovering just above his cock.

   "Vikki, I..."

   "SHUT UP," she said, and then began licking his shaft, top to bottom,
fingers massaging his sack.  Dax sank back in the chair, eyes closed again
to savor the pleasure as Vikki's wide, wet tongue began to suck at his
balls.

   Vikki was enjoying the power she was wielding over the man, but the hard
shaft attached to her was getting impatient.  She'd already done more than
enough for him.  Had he ever been so kind to her?  No.  She looked over at
Julia, who was mouthing words over and over again...fuck him...fuck
him...fuck him...

   "STAND UP," commanded Vikki as she herself abruptly rose.  The man
unwound from his pleasure, opened his eyes and looked up at her, confused.
"I said MOVE!"

   Julia fingered herself harder as she watched Vikki grab Dax under his
armpits, lift him onto his feet, turn him bodily towards the desk, and
shove him forward.  Torso falling forward, Vikki's hand was right there to
keep him pinned down at the neck.

   "Hold still," she said, though Dax couldn't have moved if he wanted to.
Vikki positioned herself directly behind him and looked down to see her
penis bobbing just in front of his bare ass.  The man began to squirm--he
knew that his servant woman was about to deliver her goods into him.

   Dax could see their reflections in the opaque glass office walls--his
own head staring back at him, held down by his beautiful, firm-breasted
former assistant android.  And though he couldn't see it, he knew that
below all of the curvy womanhood was a virgin penis poised to pop his
cherry.  He felt her other hand grip his waist TIGHT...a hot, bulbous shape
pressed against his clenched rim...he clenched his anus and eyes shut...the
head started to push...

   "WAIT!"

   Opening his eyes, Dax saw Julia get up from the couch uneasily.  The
whole room stank of her, and she walked wobbly around the desk and out of
his vision...

   ...Julia had imagined this moment for a long time, and now that it was
coming true, she had to be part of it--not just a spectator.  She could see
that it was a huge effort for Vikki not to charge forward, so Julia quickly
positioned herself behind the android.  Freeing herself completely from her
pants, Julia leaned up against Vikki, crotch pressed against her round,
shapely buttocks.  Like a motorcycle passenger she reached her arms around
Vikki's waist, ready to hold on for the ride.

   "Okay," she said.  "Let's ride!"

   Julia felt Vikki's hips swing forward and mimicked the motion with her
own.  As a scream cut the air she imagined her cock charging into the warm
flesh, irresistible...deeper...how the flesh yields...

   ...a rush of power surged through Vikki as she violated for the first
time the one who had kept her groveling.  With fiery delight she watched as
her shaft sank inside of him, savoring the tension that came through his
neck to the hand she held him down with...

   ...he couldn't stop her...Vikki had forced her way in, and now she was
claiming his entire belly...shoving aside anything in her way...scorching
pain his punishment for resisting...her soft, yielding cunt now a hard,
muscular shaft boring into him with hot, rude inevitability...

   "How do YOU like it?!...How do YOU like it?!...." hissed Vikki, feeling
the body she now commanded begin to relax.  She also felt Julia grinding
against her ass, sharing her pleasure, the woman's grip around her firm but
not constraining....

   ...it was driving Julia crazy.  She'd never been so bothered, and though
it was Vikki's penetration of Dax that got her that way, even grinding with
all her might Julia wouldn't be able to release.

   "Fuck me first..." she hissed into Vikki's ear.  "I NEED it..."

   Images of taking the woman coursed through Vikki's brain...how exciting
the embracing slickness must feel...the way a woman's body moves and
reacts...joins in...

   "Soon," said Vikki, even as Julia's slickened cunt smeared against her
cheeks.  "You know I have to finish this."

   And as Vikki's ass began its backward path, pulling her penis outward,
Julie knew it was true.  She held on a little harder.

   Yawning pleasure began to throb inside of Dax as the woman's penis slid
against his prostrate, the pain no longer stunting the sensations.  Though
smarting, he was learning that with relaxation came pleasure, and he no
longer offered resistance to Vikki's throbbing womanhood.

   With greater ease Vikki took her pleasure, finding subtle differences of
sensation as she used his flesh.  She had merged them, and she drew her
pleasure out like sap from a tree.  Easing up just enough so that she could
grab his penis from behind, she withdrew slowly and...stabbed ONCE...and
TWICE...and THREE TIMES and SQUEEEEEEZE....

   "OOOOHHHHHHHH!..." moaned Dax, pushed into the sky much higher than he
ever imagined possible.  Vikki's penis left him then, empty and taken.

   Vikki looked down at the vanquished man and wiped her still-erect cock
against his ass cheek, and then more thoroughly with his shirt.  Gently
pushing Julia back from her, she reached into the desk drawer and found a
condom exactly where she expected it to be.

   Julia began to have second thoughts as she watched the curvy, well-hung
android preparing her penis to enter her.  The condom just barely fit--and
didn't cover her entire shaft.  Julia didn't care.  She needed release NOW.


   "Come here," said Vikki, beckoning with one finger.  Timidly, the
slender woman stepped forward, knowing what she needed to do.  Placing her
arms around Vikki's neck, she hopped up and put her legs around the busty
android's back.  Letting gravity pull her back down, she soon felt the hot
tip against her parted lips.  Vikki's hands cradled her ass, gently
positioning her.

   Vikki could see the fear in the woman's eyes, and while the urges
coursing through her were truly powerful, she knew she could control and
harness them now.  Giving Julia a long, warm kiss, she guided the woman's
ass down a little further...her head could feel the heat and slickness of
her....

   "Trust me," she said, and then she felt the woman lower herself,
enveloping her penis in tight, comforting pleasure.

   Slowly Julia impaled herself, pausing to allow her body to adjust,
watching Vikki's eyes as the pleasure registered.  She'd never been touched
so deeply, and with grace and feeling she began to fuck.

   Spent as he was, Dax felt excited as he watched his two former
subordinates make love, Vikki's thick shaft wringing out pleasure through
Julia's yielding flesh.  It didn't take long for them both to shudder to
conclusion, Julia's legs squeezing hard around Vikki's waist...Vikki's hips
giving one last thrust, the perfect ass guiding her shaft in for final
pleasure.

   With great tenderness then disentangled and resettled themselves on the
couch.  At long last it was Vikki who rose first, gathering up and sorting
all of their clothes.  After so long cowering at her own powerlessness, she
felt like a completely new being.  When she looked at Dax, she now saw a
subject at her command.  When she saw Julia, an ally--one that would be
loyal to HER.  Vikki leaned down and gave the slumbering Julia a light kiss
on the forehead.

   "Thank you," she said.  Moving over to Dax, who was either dozing or in
shock, she patted his rump and whispered into his ear.

   "This is only the beginning...."