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 Owned by Sol Oliver aka solovn

   It shouldn't have been a surprise to Howard when he saw the reop notice
on his viewscreen.  Most of his measly paycheck every week went to pay off
all of the creditors that owned the debt he'd piled up putting himself
through college.  Of course most of that money paid for beer and pizza
instead of books (and his degree was nearly worthless because all he'd done
in college was drink beer and eat pizza), but he loved to curse at the
companies anyway.

   "Blood suckers!" he'd shout when he saw the lines of text every week
showing that his funds had been transferred away.  But he didn't curse or
yell at this notice.  He just let the grey cloud of gloom swallow him as he
realized that the only thing he enjoyed anymore was going away.

   "It looks like we're through, Becky," he said over his shoulder.  A
mottle-skinned android in a ratty dress looked his way for a moment before
turning her attention back to a pot of boiling Ramen noodles.  She never
did talk much--and less and less in the three years he'd had her.  Howard
knew he was lucky that she still functioned at all, given that the only
time she received service was when he managed to convince an old college
buddy to stop by.  And those visits had become less frequent as Howard's
prospects (or even prospects for prospects) dimmed.

   Howard read the debt collection notice more carefully.  It seemed that
the 'droid dealer was tired of trying to get his payments, and they'd
turned the matter over to yet another collections agency.  Sure, he could
keep her if he came up with the money, but they weren't just asking for the
back payments--they wanted Becky's full sales price (which was, of course,
over inflated.) To top it all off, the debt collectors wanted the payment
it by midnight.

   "Get me a beer, Bec'," he called out.  A minute or two later a cold can
appeared at his desk, along with a bowl of soup, the noodles dangling onto
the desk and drooling onto the floor.  Howard popped open the beer, and a
rush of foam erupted out.  "Awwww, jeez!  You gotta be careful with these!"
But what did it matter now, trying to instruct her?  She'd already picked
up all his worst habits, anyway.  At least she was still a nice place to
park his pecker, even if she'd lost most of her grace and gusto.

   It hadn't always been that way.  He'd bought her back when he first
landed a job and the future looked bright.  She wasn't new, of course.  It
wasn't much of a job and he didn't have much of an income (which was why he
was online looking for a 'droid in the first place.) But when he saw her
face, he knew he had to have her.  Even with buying an older model he had
to stretch his finances to get her, which is what eventually led to his
downfall.

   It had been his choice, of course.  He'd come close to sending her back
the very first day.  Very close.

   Howard pried open the crate only moments after the delivery crew
departed, and had her on the couch lickety-split.  She looked just as he
imagined, and came dressed modestly in baggy jeans and a t-shirt. 
Following the instructions beamed to his phone, Howard soon had her primed
for re-activation.  He took a deep breath and pressed his fingers in
through her dirty blond hair, pushing the bumps he found on her scalp in a
specific sequence.  He didn't get it right the first, second, or even fouth
times.  But eventually...

   "Oh!..."

   The android looked up and soaked him in.  Howard's heart leapt.  See how
closely she studied him!  For the first time in years he felt important. 
Now she smiled, her lips a bit lopsided, and just sat there.

   "You're Becky?" asked Howard.

   "Yes."

   And she sat there some more.  But why would she do anything else?  He
hadn't instructed her yet.  "Um...stand up." She stood up.  "Uh...walk
around." She walked in a little circle.  "Cool!"

   For the next hour Howard put Becky through her paces and showed her
around the little one-bedroom house that he rented.  She treated one task
like another, and never took any initiative for herself.  Howard had been
expecting his new companion to be a little more active, but hey, you get
what you pay for.

   As he watched her throughout the day, he started to hunger for the real
reason he paid for her.  Although clearly not new, she was attractively
built, with generous hips and large but manageable breasts.  And while not
completely fluid, there was a certain grace to her movements.  Howard felt
like a schoolboy again, nervous about asking a girl to make out with him.
But why be nervous?  She was a robot--HIS robot!

   "Come to the bedroom with me," he said, and Becky followed.  Now there
she stood, arms at her sides, acting no differently than if she were in the
middle of a shopping mall.  It was weird--she was so quiet!  He was anxious
to explore her body, but didn't want to feel like a pervert groping some
random woman.  "Um...do you mind if I...uh...touch you?"

   Becky's posture relaxed a little, and her eyes took on a different
glaze. She smiled.  "Do you WANT to touch me?  Do you wish to be intimate?"
she said.  Becky had a hand on her hip and actually looked a bit sassy. 
Howard was somewhat taken aback, but it was the invitation he needed.

   "Yes...yes I do," said Howard, moving in.  Becky reacted to his touch as
if every movement was
magical...squirming...melting...tensing...teasing....off came their
shirts...ohhhhh, yesssss...firm yet soft...sensitive!....he was starting to
get hard...."Becky--take down my pants and...and grab it...gently!"....her
warm hand took hold of his penis..."Stroke slowly"...the hand was
well-coordinated...she kissed his neck--nice!....Howard reached down and
put his hands down the back of Becky's jeans and squeezed her ass through
her panties...veeeery nice...Becky's other hand began fondling his ass
cheek..."Take you pants off and go lay on the bed."

   Becky stopped kissing his neck, walked to the bed, and dropped her
jeans, her back to him.  Her yellow panties served up the curves and crack
of her ass in the most delicious way, and soon the small bit of cloth was
gone.  Then as Becky rolled onto the bed and lay on her back, Howard's eyes
popped.

   Sticking straight up from the center of her crotch like the mast of a
sailboat was a tall and chubby penis.

   "Oh, fuck!" said Howard, shoulders slumping--bad choice of words.  Becky
sprang up from the bed, eyes wide.  Her arms were outstretched like a
little girl reaching for an ice cream cone, except that no little girl had
a raging hard-on projecting out from the top of her vagina.  And Howard
didn't like the idea of being the horny robot's rocky road.

   "STOP!"

   Becky froze, looking disappointed.  Her shaft bobbed in place,
hopefully, like a beagle in front of a hot dog cart.  But it wasn't what
Howard had in mind when he'd bought her.

   "Please lay back down," he said.  Becky complied, slowly.  She looked up
at him from the bed, waiting for a command, smiling.  Howard wasn't sure
what he was going to do.  If it weren't for the penis, she was perfect (or
as perfect as his money could get him).  Her cunt looked slick and
inviting, her labial lips parted like a mouth awaiting a kiss.  Well, so
what if she had a little extra in the clit department?  It wouldn't get in
the way of the business he had to take care of.  "Um...can you put
that...thing...back down?"

   Becky looked down at her penis and sort of shrugged.  Great.  It seemed
it only deflated the normal way--he'd have to work around it.  Howard
thought about having her roll over to do her doggie style, but he really
wanted to watch her face as he fucked her.  "Open up you legs...good."

   Howard lowered himself onto her, feeling foolish as Becky's penis poked
against his stomach.  Ignoring it, he pushed her legs back and to the
sides, lined himself up, and slid inside.

   It was a long, hot journey, her flesh seemingly seeping into his.  He
fell easily into the old familiar rhythms, and Becky rose, bumped and moved
with him.  It didn't take him long, and as he felt the great rush, a hot,
sticky paste spluttered against his stomach, past his chest, and tagged him
on the chin.

   "UNNgghhh...." moaned Becky, eyes rolling back in her pretty head, arms
closing around Howard's bare back.  The man collapsed down onto her, too
pleased with the long-forgotten sensations to care that his android had
just ejaculated on him.  But as his mind returned, he rolled off of her and
saw IT, there between her legs, limp but still large enough to put him to
shame.  Becky rolled onto her side to cuddle up against him, causing her
sloppy meat to slap up against his thigh.

   "Aw--gross!" he said, skittering back from her.  "I guess I'll keep you,
but...you've got to keep that..THING...off of me." Howard rolled over,
tired, and went to sleep.

   It was all down hill from there for Becky as the days and week passed.
She may not have had access to her old memories, but there were still
echoes in her artificial brain that told her what she was, what she was
supposed to do, and how she did it.  If her owner didn't want her to
utilize her penis, why had he not purchased a unit without a penis?  It was
her pleasure to serve her owner, but there were other pleasures, too. 
True, she was happy when he chose to take pleasure from her, but always he
dodged and ignored the part that she liked using the best.

   She still found ways to get herself off.  She'd ride him facing away,
and even as she enjoyed his cock in her pussy she stroked herself to a
different peak.  Sometimes after he fell asleep she'd masterbate while
looking at him.  She liked to imagine the things she could do...and make
him enjoy.  And one night she even came close...

   ...so drunk!  Never again.  Ah, Becky!  A sight for sore--woah, almost
fell down.  Thanks.  Help me to the bathroom...quick, QUICK-

   Howard hurled all over the grubby tile floor, his faithful 'droid barely
keeping him from sinking down into it.  He'd decorated the front of his
clothes too, and Becky carefully helped him undress and get under into bed.
He fell asleep to the sound of his 'droid mopping the bathroom floor...

   ...and woke up (head throbbing) on his stomach to a warm, soothing
sensation at his ass.  At first he thought it was a strange dream...a wet,
spongy mass tickling him in the funniest way.  A tongue?  One of his old
girlfriends used to like lick and play with his ass, and it always felt
good.  But never THIS good...

   "Is that you, Bec'?"

   The rimming paused and then restarted with greater vigor.  Now the
tongue challenged his hole, peeking inside.  The throbbing in Howard's head
was overcome by a nervous swelling throughout his body.  "Oh DAMN..." he
moaned.  He was completely erect, and he felt Becky's warm body slide up on
top of his, breasts massaging his back.  Now her wet lips sloppily ate at
his ear, keeping the swooping feelings aloft...pleasure against his hole
again...something warm--hot!...like his girlfriend's finger...thumb?....

   "PENIS!  STOP!" shouted Howard, suddenly aware that his robot was about
to date rape him.  He managed to slide away just as Becky rocked her hips
forward.  Her penis stabbed at empty air, and then she was on top of him
again.  Her hands grabbed his wrists...breath hot against his neck...body
pressing down...head against his sphincter...

   "I....SAID...NO!!"

   Becky suddenly felt like a sack of flour dropped off the back of a
truck. She fell limp on top of him...

   ....and woke up (head throbbing) seated on the couch.  Howard was
looking into her eyes.  He looked a bit scared...and something else, too...

   "Are you okay?" he said, clearly concerned.  Becky nodded.  She was
functioning properly, even though her owner had ignored her requests for
routine maintenance several times already.  And the blackout was just an
emergency shutoff triggered by the stress in her master's voice.  She
wondered if he would return her now, and that once again she'd have her
memory scrubbed.  But to her surprise he let her come back to bed with him
that night, and she even imagined that he wanted her to try again.

   She couldn't.  Not after the way things had happened--her fail-safe
programming wouldn't let her.  But her hunger to take her owner--the
sweetest pleasure--was stoked.

   It was then that she hatched her plan.

   Over and over Howard looked at his finances, but there was just no way
to make the numbers work.  Even with the odd jobs Becky did in the
neighborhood, he'd never be able to scratch together enough or get a loan
to keep her.  Especially not on such short notice.

   Well, so what?  If he let Becky go, he'd have an easier time making
rent. Lord knows he couldn't run from the credit companies, the laws being
what they were.  Debtor's prison had come back in style in a big way, and
as bad as being a virtual slave to the person who owned your debt might
have been, going to the prisons was worse.  They claimed you could work
your way out, but everyone knew it was a lie.  Most died within five years.
Not so much from malnutrition or because of the frequent violence, but
because of the loss of hope.  If you no longer wanted to live, your body
would find a way out for you.

   Howard looked over at his android.  He really did wish he'd been able to
care for her better than he did, but that's life.  And it wasn't like she
was REAL.

   Only hope had kept Becky going.  Even though it was clear to her that
her owner couldn't keep her properly maintained, the core of her mind
demanded service.  It was a built-in feature designed mainly to keep money
rolling into repair shops, but it also ensured her survival.  True, her
existence was secondary to that of her owner or any other human, but that
didn't make it any less agonizing, like being poked on the forehead every
minute of every hour of every day.  First one of her joints partially
seized.  Then she lost some of her facial servos.  And her skin had been
patched and re-patched with whatever her owner could find at the hardware
store.

   And even as she was disintegrating, her owner pleasured himself. 
Somewhere in her mind she knew it gave her satisfaction to be of use to
him, but it was a grain of rice under an elephant's foot.  Almost every
night his penis flowed in and out of one of her entrances, finishing with a
little flourish and then leaving her to clean up.  Not once did he
intentionally touch her cock, though she was quite creative in finding ways
to present it to him.

   Sometimes she'd take a shower right when he got home.  More often than
not Howard needed to relieve himself after the long commute, and the house
had only one bathroom.  He tried not to look at her through the glass
shower door as he stood in front of the toilet, but she knew he stole
glances at her naked body and the swinging appendage between her legs. 
Other times she's pretended to forget to put her pants on and gowalking
around the house naked from the waist down.  And many mornings she'd allow
herself to get hard while she "slept", rising up just before her owner
awoke.

   Howard did notice that his android seemed to enjoy parading her penis in
front of him, but he didn't care.  He got what he wanted from her, which
was plenty.  It also helped that she'd started bringing in a little bit of
money for him.  Not big bucks--just enough to assure that the rent got paid
on time.  Most people in the neighborhood didn't have much money, certainly
not enough to afford an android, but they had enough to pay him to have
Becky do odd jobs--cleaning up yards, cleaning gutters, gardening,
painting. Whatever.  Technically he was supposed to get a license, but no
one was going to complain.  Becky did the things no one else wanted to or
had the time to do, and at a reasonable price.  On occasion, some of the
neighbors even sent little presents to her; little hand-crafted
knick-knacks or greeting cards thanking her for a well-done job.  Howard
thought it was kind of sweet, and he let her have her own shelf where she
could display the tokens of affection.

   Would he have felt the same way if he knew about ALL of the things he
was doing for some of the neighbors?  Probably.  As it was, he'd had
suspicions.  But what he didn't know was how much money she was actually
making from her odd jobs.

   It hadn't been Becky's original intention to fuck the neighbors for
money.  She really did mean to earn money just doing house work when she
first planted the idea in Howard's mind.  But an instinct deep inside her
kicked in when the man three doors down ogled her as she washed his
windows. Images flashed in her mind of how she could lure him in...find out
what he liked...give it to him...

   For men she limited her services to blow jobs.  Something told her that
if they knew her full potential, it could cause her or her owner harm.  But
women were another story.

   A work-at-home single mother was her first.  She'd been hired to trim
her hedges, but Becky noticed the woman eyeing her up.  So when she was in
front of the lady's office room window, she whipped out her penis and let
fly the excess water generated by her power system.  As she "urinated",
Becky saw the woman's eyes go wide, and ten minutes later she had her
appendage buried hilt-deep in her hungry cunt.  She became a regular
customer, leaving out a hedge trimmer whenever she required "service."

   But it was an elderly widow that proved to be the missing piece of her
plan.  Two years after she'd started working in the neighborhood, she had
most of the money credits she'd need, safely hidden on chips embedded in
her curio collection.  Getting the money wasn't the problem--using it was.
Androids were not permitted to hold property or credits in their own
names--it would have been too easy for humans to commit fraud using
'droids. But if Becky could somehow set up a "dummy" identity that she
could control, she'd be able to do anything she wanted with the money, as
long as it didn't cause any harm to her owner or other humans.

   And in her plan, her owner would be well-served by her actions.  For
Becky intended to pay off her owner's debts, making his life much better
than it was.  Still, her own mind asked inconvenient questions.  Why she
didn't just give him the money?  No--he'd just blow it on booze.  Or the
latest gizmos.  Or a newer android.

   But another 'droid might not help him the way she would.  With her he
would be better off.  He would be grateful.  It would be an incredible
pleasure to help him.  He would be helpless without her.  So when old
Mrs.McCarthy told her about her long-lost granddaughter, Becky's ears
pricked up.

   "Oh, she'll be back home any day now.  I'm sure of it," said the old
woman.  Nearly every day Becky came by her house, tidying up and doing the
simple things that can be so difficult for the elderly.  She didn't pay
much, but Becky had a feeling that the granddaughter was the key to making
her plan work.

   Mrs.  McCarthy had raised the girl herself.  Her own daughter died a
junkie, leaving the baby to her, and she believed it was an opportunity to
be the parent she should have been the first time around.

   And she was.  Connie Kohler was always at the top of her class, and
immediately after college went overseas to try and make a difference in
underprivileged area of the world.  That had been five years ago, and Mrs.
McCarthy hadn't heard from Connie in over four.

   "They don't even have telephones, let alone the internet, where she is,
you know," said Mrs.  McCarthy, smiling.  "She's doing such GOOD work!"

   It was while straightening up the attic that Becky found the pictures.
They were in a shoe box containing letters from Connie to her grandmother.
Becky read through them...conditions were rough...the people were so happy
she was there...except for the militias...they opened a school for
girls...people started disappearing...she was starting to get nervous...

   The pictures themselves were in a plain white envelope.  Gory pictures.
A body, dismembered.  A young woman.  Becky felt a twinge as she looked at
them, but wasn't sure why.  A moment later, she knew that her plan would
soon come to fruition.

   It was possible that Mrs.  McCarthy knew that her granddaughter was
dead. But the human mind needed to protect itself just as it needed to
protect the body, and often caused a person to delude themselves.  It was
possible that the pictures were fakes.  Maybe Connie had decided to stay
over there and didn't want to hurt her feelings.  Or she was actually
working for the government.  No need to tell anyone.  No need to notify the
police or government.

   No need to file for a death certificate.

   Becky also helped maintain Mrs.  McCarthy's old computer.  And hidden
deep in that computer, Connie Kohler began to live again.  She had her own
e-mail, as well as a bank account.  An account with a large number of
credits and growing larger almost every day.

   "Oh, my Connie will like you so very much when she gets home," said Mrs.
McCarthy one day as Becky sat at her computer.  The dirty blond android
turned her head and smiled at the woman.

   "I'm sure she will," she said.  "And I like her already."

   The final hour for Howard to pay off the debt collector was rapidly
approaching.  He thought about having one last go with Becky (maybe even
jerk her off when he was done--she'd earned it), but he was too depressed.
Where was she, anyway?  Sitting at the desk in the main front room, he
vaguely remembered seeing her go out the door with a bag of trash.  But
that was more than an hour ago.  Had she come back in and he just hadn't
been paying attention?

   At five minutes past midnight, Howard saw on his viewscreen that a
message had arrived from the collection agency.  Knowing there was no
avoiding it, he opened it.

   "Dear Mr.  Marks We regret to inform you that due to your non-payment,
the Cyb-r-tronic (Besta model) #18D4TX04-2 is longer your property.  You
are still responsible for all back payments.  A fee will be charged for the
pick-up and removal of the unit.  You may avoid this fee by delivering the
unit to its new owner: Constance McCarthy Kohler, 1487 Tulip Grove Lane..."

   Howard read and re-read the message in disbelief--the address was his
own house!  As he puzzled over what to do, the front door opened.  In
walked Becky, wearing the same jeans and t-shirt she'd worn the day she
arrived in her crate.  There was more energy in her movements than Howard
had seen in a long time, and she seemed as beautiful to him as the first
time he saw her face on his viewscreen.

   "Where have you been?" he asked, more worried than angry.  She never did
her neighborhood odd jobs at night, and many was the time Howard worried
that she'd be stolen.  Connie walked over and stood behind him, breasts
grazing the back of his head.  It stirred him.

   "I was at Mrs.  McCarthy's," she said matter-of-factly.

   "McCarthy?..." Howard didn't know who the 'droid was talking about, but
that was the middle name of the new owner.  "Do you mean Constance McCarthy
Kohler?"

   "No."

   "Then who's this Constance person?"

   "I am."

   Becky leaned over to type on the keyboard, pushing her tits against
Howard's head, who was thrilled by the 'droid's new-found zestiness.  Too
bad she was leaving.  But he still didn't understand exactly what was
happening.  On screen now was a bank statement in the name of the
mysterious Ms.  Kohler.  Howard wasn't good with numbers or money, but it
looked like a large amount of credit had recently been transferred into the
account.  He also saw that a handful of payments had just been made--to all
of the agencies that held his debt, including the one that had just written
him.  All of the transactions had been conducted within the past hour.

   "I...I don't understand."

   "Stand up.  Come to the bedroom with me."

   It was a mirror image situation of their first day together, and Howard
stood up in a daze to follow the 'droid.  Her ass seemed to swagger as she
led him into the room, and she turned to face him.  Her nipples were
showing through the plain t-shirt.  Howard watched her slowly undo her
belt, unbutton and zip down her jeans, slide them to the floor, and step
out of them.  She wore her original yellow panties, which sported an
obscene bulge.

   "Do you want to touch me?  Do you wish to be intimate?" she asked,
glancing down briefly at her cock.  Howard took her meaning.

   "I don't think so," he said.  "I didn't touch that thing in three years.
Why would I want to mess with it now?"

   "Because you don't want to go to prison," said Becky without emphasis.
She knew that everything rode on this moment.  If the man didn't go along
with her, they'd both suffer.  She really didn't know what she'd do if he'd
rather be arrested than let her do what was best for him (and, not
coincidentally, for her).  For three years she'd hungered to taste the
feeling of having her owner at her command, and she didn't know if she'd be
able to hold back those powerful forces.  If she was just going to be
erased again, or worse, what would stop her?  The fail-safe programming
could kick in again, but she was certain she could hold if off for just
long enough.  Some of her clients insisted on playing out forced scenarios,
so she'd trained herself to shut down only after hearing a certain keyword.
True, the man didn't know the keyword, but in theory at least he could stop
her if he chose...

   "I still don't understand," said Howard, trying not to look at the
'droid's penis, which was beginning to uncoil inside the panties.

   "I will tell you," said Becky, taking off her shirt and letting her
breasts hang free.  "But only after you undress."

   Howard felt suddenly bashful, but his curiosity about what was happening
overcame his hesitation.  Slowly he disrobed under the sharpening gaze of
the android with the monster package.  He could see two dark spots on her
panties -- one at the bottom, and one to the side, where her rounded head
was stretching through.  He'd never felt more naked in his life as she eyed
him up.  Nervousness began to glow deep in Howard's gut.

   "I worked very hard over the past two years," began Becky.  "And I made
enough to buy up all of your debt, including money for the...the place
where I came from." Becky chased from her mind the idea that the man had
ever purchased her, though she knew it was true.

   "But...androids can't own anything, or even have money!"

   "Yes," said Becky, nodding.  "All of the money I earned was cash credits
that people thought they were paying to...to you.  I kept it safe until I
found a way that I could use it to pay the debts."

   "Connie Kohler!" shouted Howard, putting it all together.  "You stole
her identity!"

   "No--I took it as payment," said the world-worn android, struggling to
keep her rationalizations together.  "She is no longer living, and it harms
no one that I have utilized her name to...to help you." Now Howard did a
double-take.

   "HELP me?!" he yelled, rolling his eyes.  "That money would have been
pretty helpful in paying the bills!"

   Things weren't going as smoothly as Becky had hoped.  She had no choice
but to lay it all on the line.  "It doesn't matter, and it comes down to
this: you don't own me any more," she said, gaining confidence as she
talked.  "If anything, I now own YOU."
Howard watched in horror as her penis swelled up, straightened, and
sprang outward.  It was more than the old panties could take, and they

snapped at the side and fell away.

   "I'll..I'll call the police!" said Howard, shrinking back.

   "I can't let you," said Becky, standing firm.  "If you did, not only
would they seize the money and send you to debtor's prison, but they would
arrest you for operating an unlicensed android business, robotic
prostitution, money laundering, corrupting a minor.."

   "WHAT?"

   "She told me she was eighteen.  Reckless endangerment, non-compliance
with the AGB Code of human-android relations..."

   "Okay--I get the idea," said Howard.  "But what about YOU?  They
wouldn't just erase your memory--they'd DESTROY you."

   Becky nodded seriously.  This was it.  She could see that he realized
what was at stake for both of them, and from the way he looked at her, it
was clear he understood what she expected from him.

   Howard's mind was reeling.  Would it be so bad?  If he went along with
her, he'd be debt-free AND he'd get to keep the 'droid--sort of.  At any
rate she'd still be with him.  His eyes pored over her breasts, the curve
of her torso, and then locked onto her crotch.  Her cunt was practically
dripping, but so was the tip of her cock.  Whatever her terms were, it was
not going to be business as usual.  But did he really have a choice?

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "What do you THINK I want you to do?"

   Howard's stomach dove and swam.  Becky stood before him, legs apart,
hands on hips, thick erection bobbing as it protruded from her hungry cunt.
He took a deep breath and moved forward.

   Becky watched the man approach, tentatively.  Even though he didn't
technically own her, deep down she knew that he did.  If ever her little
arrangement were uncovered, ownership would be stripped from Connie
Kohler's name and it would revert back to Howard.

   Good, she thought, it will feel even better if he's still my owner.  And
it felt sweet, indeed, as the man's tongue tested the edges of her hole. 
Some of her neighborhood clients had performed on her this way, but it felt
more intense now.  His lips found her button clit, just at the point where
her penis rose out from her groin, and she shivered as he sucked on it with
surprising delicacy.  A finger...then two...up into her...goooood....she
rode with the feelings a bit, but another part of her was starting to make
demands.  Becky firmly pushed the man's head back from her, savoring the
confusion, fear, and excitement in his eyes.

   "Go lay on the bed," she said, tossing her head in the direction of the
queen-size four-poster.  "Face DOWN."

   Howard walked past her and crawled onto the bed.  He'd been holding out
hope that she would be satisfied without...without using IT.  Maybe he
should have sucked her.  Too late.  He felt Becky's weight rock the bed,
and just like that night long ago he felt her tongue and mouth at his ass.

   "You have to relax," she said as she worked at him.  It was difficult,
knowing what the 'droid had in mind, but Howard managed to unclench
himself. "Gooood..." He was rewarded with pleasant sensations from Becky's
mouth.  He felt her insert a finger into him, testing his dilation and
working him gently.  Howard clenched involuntarily.  "This was easier when
you were drunk," said Becky, petting his ass cheek and working him more. 
As much as she wanted to charge forward, if she hurt him too badly it could
trigger the fail-safe.  And she was more than ready to take him.  This
moment was three years in the making.

   Just when he was starting to enjoy the finger, Howard he felt Becky's
body slide up on top of him, thighs on thighs, arms over arms, hair hanging
down over his head and neck.  Hands lightly grasped his wrists, and he felt
Becky's thickest finger lodge down between his cheeks.  She rebalanced
herself atop him, and he felt the spongy/hard tip of her iceberg move into
place.  Her lips were right against his ear, and she spoke to him,
breathily.

   "You know that if you let me do this now, I won't ever hesitate to do as
I please in the future," she said, grasping his wrists more firmly and
rocking her hips.  Resistance.  "You'd better relax.  I don't care either
way, but it will be less painful for you."

   The penis backed off, Howard tried his best to relax, and then Becky's
flesh was there again...the tip began to sink inside...relax, dammit!...it
backed up a little...pushed again...pain began to well up...oh GOD--she's
pushing it harder--OH GOD IT'S SLIDING INSIDE!!-

   "NO!  STOP!!" yelled Howard as the pain mounted.

   "NO!" spat Becky as her head sank into him.  If the fail-safes were
going to kick it, that was the moment, but all she felt was warm ecstasy as
she took her first real pleasure from the one who'd controlled her for so
long.

   The hot, pulsing column brought burning pain into Howard's core as it
crept up and back like a family sedan trying to parallel into a space the
size of a VW Bug.  Each new incursion felt as if he were being slammed
against a wall, and then a pleasure as stunning as the searing pain shocked
through him.

   "Oh, god!--"

   --and the woman's thick flesh crept in and deeper and slick and thick
and IN.  Becky found his prostate and was enjoying the sounds she made him
make.  Now she went up on her hands, tits barely grazing his back.  She was
only halfway in, but knew that to Howard it felt like an entire baseball
bat.  But now her penis was now demanding more satisfaction.

   "It feels good, doesn't it?' said Becky, working herself slowly in and
out.  The man grunted with every movement and nodded.  "I want to hear you
say it."

   Through the mountain of sensations Howard re-found the ability to speak.
"It feels good, Becky," he said, simultaneously wishing that the fucking
would end and last forever.  The android felt a flush of power, but
something was wrong.  "Becky" was the name of her captivity...of the days
of physical neglect...of who knows how many lives erased from her memory...

   "You're not to call me Becky any more," she said, rebalancing.  She
looked down to see the way her penis stuck into the human.  She grabbed his
wrists tight.  "Call me your OWNER."

   Unable to resist, Howard felt the girl meat shove forward into him.  It
was as if he'd been sitting on top of a small hill that suddenly shot
upward, accelerating in one long continuous thrust until it towered high
above the earth.

   Becky's whole body tingled and pulsed as she dominated the man from
above.  Not only was her cock swaddled in tight, warm pressure, but her
slick cunt itched electric as it drove the whole train forward.  The nubby
clit at the base of her cock was washed with reward after reward as she
pistoned the human's hole, and she lowered herself on top of him in order
to massage her tits against his back.

   To Howard, each stroke felt like being dunked into boiling lava, except
that it hurt more to be away from the burn.  Faster now the android woman
took him, and he felt hot juices from her cunt trickle down his ass.

   "Oh FUCK!--" shouted Becky, her entire system flashing red with feverish
pleasure.  Her whole mind raced faster, faster...she hugged Howard tight as
her shapely ass drove and bucked, cunt squeezing with each thrust. 
"Coming...Coming!...AHHHH!...."

   Years of pent-up desire came flooding out of her and gushed into his
ass. She exploded him into infinite pieces as she filled him, buried deep,
her little clit quivering against his rim.  I'm inside you...spreading
inside you..I AM you...

   Howard let himself go, shooting his load between his stomach and the
bed. He pictured the way the vagina he'd used so often must now
look--Becky's body on top of his, her ass pressed hard against him, and her
slick crack at the base of it all, smiling proudly between her clenched
cheeks.

   Then the world went into reverse, and the vagina's sword retreated from
its impaled victim.  Howard rolled onto his back, panting--Becky's weight
had been pressing down on him almost the entire time.  Becky rolled to him,
and her cock once again slapped across his thigh.  His new owner ground
herself against him, and he felt her slick fluids drip.

   "Don't you dare fall asleep," she said, nibbling his ear.  "I'm not
done." Becky let him rest a while before teasing him hard again.  Again she
mounted him from above, this time impaling herself to satisfy her remaining
cravings.  She'd ridden him this way in the past, but to Howard it felt
brand new.  While he enjoyed her hotness and her tight embrace, she gyrated
and bounced for her own pleasure, and it turned him on.  To his surprise,
she dismounted, they switched positions, and they climaxed together again,
the man once more between the woman's legs.

   After staying with bodies pressed together for a few more delicious
minutes, Becky's hands guided the man off of her, and Howard lay back in
bed.  He was beginning to feel the soreness earned over the past hour, and
marveled that Becky's cock had even fit inside of him.  He felt ashamed
that he had let his 'droid manipulate him, and more shame still that she'd
pegged him in the ass with her penis.  He'd have to learn to live with it.

   Becky, too, lay in thought as the glow dimmed.  Her plan had finally
come to pass, and it had been just as satisfying as she'd hoped.  And it
felt great to have this man in her power, knowing she could take him as she
pleased--her mind was already racing with new ways to take him.  And though
she knew that at the end of the day they both owned each other, there was
also another truth.
   Only one of them was the master.