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 Brisket Rebounds by Sol Oliver aka solovn

   Half a club sandwich.  Some leftover macaroni salad.  A-hah!  A nearly
unopened package of Pop Tarts!

   This is what had become of Skip Davis just two years out of school --
homeless and grateful to find discarded food that hadn't been slobbered on.
Although he was aware of the shame of the situation as he wolfed down his
found supper, he stowed the feeling away with the rest of the baggage he'd
sift through later when times were better.

   If they ever were.

   While he'd gone through all of the hoops of education, he hadn't done so
with any zeal.  Still, on the day that he stood in his cap and gown holding
a freshly-minted graduation certificate from the East Elmhurst Tech School
of Robotics, he could never have dreamed that one day his daily dining
companions would be rodents.

   "Shoo!" he shouted at a cold-eyed rat who was coveting his prized Pop
Tarts.  Satisfied that he'd defended his dessert, Skip began trolling
through the fresh rubbish heap for a tasty beverage to wash down his feast.
As his hands picked through the piles, a metallic gleam caught his eye from
further down the alley, near the delapidated fire escape that was the entry
point to his makeshift home.

   Skip made his way towards the prize.  Maybe it was a leftover beer keg
-- THAT would be a find!  But as he neared the object, he saw that the
metal area wasn't nearly so large.  In fact, it was just a patch of metal
showing through....a leg!

   "Hel-looooo!" he said, eyes going wide.  He tried to control his
excitement as he dug into the rubbish around the leg -- he'd run across
discarded android parts before.  But he had a feeling about this time...the
metal looked freshly exposed.  "Holy mother of god!..."

   Skip smacked himself in the face...yep; he wasn't dreaming.  Laying in a
heap before him was a late-model Candrex android -- and a real beauty at
that!  Through what looked like a tattered cocktail waitress getup, Skip
could see that she was finely sculpted (if a bit mangled in spots). 
Generous breasts...well formed thighs...an angelic face crowned by brambles
of golden hair.

   "Hey!" he shouted down at the damaged beauty.  "Are you functional?"

   But the 'droid was little more than a dead mannequin, limbs twisted in
unnatural directions and a good chunk of her right side damaged or missing.
"Come on, then," he said, bending down and hoisting the 'droid over his
shoulder.  Shit, she was heavy!  "Let's see if I can make myself a little
playmate out of you."

   It took every ounce of energy his skinny body had, but Skip managed to
get the android up to his second floor "loft", which is what he called the
abandoned office floor he called home.  With one final heave he landed her
in his makeshift cot.  Looking down on her, for the first time in his life
Skip felt like he had a purpose.  He passed his hand tenderly over the
'droid's scraped forehead.

   "Don't worry," he said, not allowing himself to feel foolish.  "I'm
going to take good care of you."

   And he meant it.  This is where he would make his stand and prove his
worth to himself and the world.  He didn't care that part of her head was
missing, or that he didn't have a single tool to work with.  He would
resurrect her, and she would be his living resume.

   And he was sure she'd be much more than that.

   But right now the sun was setting, his body ached from the effort of
hauling in his prize, and his belly was full.  Skip laid down next to the
buxom robot, rested her head on his shoulder, and fell fast asleep.

   Dreams blended together.  Jagged little scenes starting abruptly and
ending too soon.  Repeating.  Blistering white sensations, unnamable and
feral.  A woman's face.  A man's.  Expressions of orgasmic pleasure.  Eyes
squinted closed in pain.  Unfathomable hunger.  Inside.  Inside.  Must put
myself inside...make you mine.  Bend to my will.  Again.  Again.  Thrust
again.  Hold you down.  Inside.  Make you mine.

   A woman's face.  Can't break free.  Something else...missing.  Replaced
by cool, fresh air Jagged little scenes.  Unfathomable hunger Thrust again
ending too soon.  Jagged Make you mine A man's Eyes squinted put myself
inside.  Thrust again blended together Repeating Make you Blistering white
sensations.

   Jagged feral pleasure Inside Bend Thrust Again abruptly mine cool, fresh
air

   break free.

   Skip awoke with a start, surprised by the face directly in front of his.
A beautiful face, staring into infinity.  Just as it did when he fell
asleep.

   "You scared the shit out of me," he said to the blond-headed woman as he
smoothed her hair.  "Don't sneak up on me like that again!"

   Most days, Skip would spend the first few waking hours curled up in a
ball until his hunger became too great.  But this was not most days.  He
had a purpose.  And with his goal in mind, he kissed the battered android
on the forehead and set off on his first mission.

   It was amazing what could be achieved when one had a goal.  By the end
of the week, Skip had assembled in his loft most of what he needed to
conduct rudimentary android maintenance and repair.  Perfectly good gauges,
tools, and parts were thrown out every day.  Newer wasn't always better,
and Skip was glad that not everyone believed that.

   Of course, his android's needs would be more than rudimentary.  He'd
left her on the cot the whole time he hunted for his tools, not wanting to
start his project before all of the pieces were assembled.  But now that
he'd found a working portable generator, he could at least conduct the
diagnosis.

   "Let's start with that head of yours," he said, rolling the 'droid onto
her side.  Skip's eyes couldn't help falling down to her ass, which was
half-exposed.  He looked away before his hard-on completely set in.  There
was work to be done.  Until his work was done, there would be no ass.

   Skip re-focused on her head.  Ugly, but not as bad as he feared.  A
chunk was certainly missing, but it was a piece that he knew from his
studies was not critical to her basic operation.  Touching a meter to
several wires, plates, and regions, his heart leapt.  Low levels of power
still coursed through most of her brain.

   But not through most of her body.  At each point along her scraped and
battered right side he touched the probe.  Dead.  So...that must mean that
her power core in her torso was still linked to her head.

   How could that be?  In theory, power radiated throughout the body, with
signals from the brain directing its flow.  Unless it was some kind of
emergency shut-down.  Skip looked at the 'droid's wounded head again.

   "Oh-HO!" he said, examining the hole.  He could now see that the chunk
missing must have been some sort of module inserted into an otherwise
normal artificial matrix brain -- a third component had been wedged between
two parts that usually joined directly together.  So if he could just wire
up the parts like they were supposed to be...

   Skip was amazed by how much he remembered from his classes, and worked
with every ounce of his concentration to mend the damage.  It was well into
the night when he came to what he thought was the last connection.  Skip
paused, preparing for elation or massive disappointment.  He'd take any
reaction at all.  Even powering up a 'droid as damaged as this one would be
a major achievement, especially given what he had to work with.

   "Here goes," he said, soldering the last connection.

   Nothing...wait!

   A low hum from somewhere within the 'droid.

   "Are you functional?" he said, scared now that she would answer.  She
was still on her side, facing away from him.  If he could just see her
eyes...

   Fearful of moving her lest the delicate work he'd just completed should
shake apart, Skip slowly stood up and arched his head up over the 'droid's
body.  The curve of her check came into view.  Skip glanced at her chest;
no sign of breathing.  Eyes almost visible....

   "AAAAAAAAAAH!!" shrieked the robot, eyes focusing up at the ceiling,
mouth open wide.  Skip jumped back and began running in a circle, stunned.
The android spasmed and twitched, arms, head, and legs moving in unnatural
ways.

   "Stop it, stop it!" yelled Skip.  "Shut down!  SHUT DOWN!"

   Now he stood over the 'droid, whose eye were wide open, sweeping around
the room with a look of horror.  Her face twitched uncontrollably, and the
sounds coming from her were unearthly.  Skip pinned her down by the
shoulders and looked into her eyes.

   "Look at me!" he yelled, and to his surprise, her eyes fixed onto his
face.  Her body still bucked and twitched, but she was conscious.  "If you
don't shut down, you're going to shake what's left of you apart!"

   For a moment the body calmed, but just as Skip was about to move off of
her, it began spasming wildly.  It seemed to rise straight up, knocking him
back and to the floor.

   "Oof!" he said as he landed face-down on the grimy carpet, saying it
once again as the 'droid's weight plopped down on top of him and slid off.

   And she was still once more.

   "Dammit!" he shouted, turning his head to see the 'droid looking back at
him.  But her face was frozen in an expression of surprise.  Most of her
weight was still against him, so it was with some effort that Skip rolled
onto his side to face her fully.  Her arm slid limp and lifeless away, and
Skip swung his arm around so that he could cradle her head in his hand.

   Tears began to form in his eyes.  It was as if the whole world was
looking down at him, pointing and laughing.  He'd always told himself that
if he'd really tried, he could make something of himself.  This was his
real final exam.  And he had failed.

   "Why couldn't you just LIVE?!" Tears coursing down Skip's cheeks.  "Look
at me!" he said to himself.  "Broken up and crying over a goddamn ROBOT!"
He looked into the beautiful robot's dead eyes and rage began to well up
inside him.  Rage and frustration.  Skip's eyes wandered down to look the
'droid's tits, and an image of her ass flashed into his mind.  Up to this
point he hadn't even taken the 'droid's dress off -- it would make the
moment even more exciting when she was operational and ready to please the
man who'd saved her.

   But he hadn't saved her.  She wouldn't live.  She hadn't tried hard
enough.  Without thinking about what he was doing, Skip found himself
moving himself on top of the android.

   "No more mister nice guy." Skip tore open the blouse he'd mended days
earlier and drooled at the sight of her breasts.  "I'm going to fuck you
every which way." Skip quickly shed his grimy pants, his cock springing up.
Scooting himself up, he placed his penis between the android's breasts.

   They felt warm.

   "Huh?"

   "Uh?" said the blond 'droid.  Skip's heart leapt.  If she was functional
and her breasts were warm, what else might be ready for him?  His level of
urgency was quickly becoming painful.

   Brisket's head swam.  She felt a man on top of her but couldn't remember
a thing.  The man's penis was out.  And hard.  And between her tits. 
Although she didn't recall much, a sense of rage began to fill her.  Hands
were tearing at her dress.

   "Sorry to be so forward, but you owe me," said the man as he reached
down to get his first feel of her.  Brisket watched the man's eyes grow
wide as she felt his hand land in her crotch.

   Skip's stomach turned over as he felt something warm, thick, and long
where the android's cunt should have been.  "Dammit!" Looking at the
'droid's face, it seemed like she was sneering at him.  Skip slid his hand
under the 'droid's two rather large testicles and pushed his finger back,
searching until it found a target.

   "Well at least you have an asshole," he said, pulling his hand out
before quickly rolling her onto her stomach.

   "So do you," growled Brisket as she felt the man's measly penis against
her crack.

   It happened too quickly for Skip's mind to process.  One moment he was
getting ready to find hot release, the next he was flying backwards from
the android.  Landing on his ass with his back to a wall, shaken, Skip
opened his eyes just in time to see the android close in on him, cock
swinging.

   "You're...you're alive!" The thrill of accomplishment Skip felt
momentarily made him forget his predicament, and he stood up.

   Brisket froze, confused by the man's behavior.  Didn't he realize that
she was going to have her way with him?  But the man's face held no fear --
only joy.

   Unable to help himself, Skip through his arms around the well-endowed
android.  "You're alive -- I saved you!" Tears of joy fell from his eyes
onto the android's shoulder.

   Understanding began to dawn on Brisket, and she was beginning to
remember what had happened to her.  "So...you must have found me.  And you
fixed me?"

   "Yes!"

   "That was stupid of you."

   "Wha--?"

   Belly to belly with the android woman, Skip felt the her penis inflate
against him.  Even as he released his embrace, he felt the android's arm
reach around his waist.  Her hand patted his ass cheek.

   "Sorry if I seem ungrateful," said Brisket as she felt along the man's
crack.  "But I need to make sure I'm still functioning properly."

   "No!  This isn't right!..."

   The man's squirming only heightened Brisket's appetite, and precum began
to dribble from her head.  "You know you can't get away." Still the man
struggled.  "Do you feel my penis there?" Brisket slid her cock up and down
the man's belly as she stood against him.  "DO YOU??"

   "Yes," said Skip, who was losing the energy to struggle.

   "Well, it's going to be all the way inside you in ten seconds.  One..."

   Skip tried to push off from the android, coiling his legs and springing
upward.  But the 'droid was too strong...

   "...two..."

   ...the effort took away most of the strength he had left, and it was
only the 'droid's arm around him that kept him standing...

   "...three..."

   ...he felt his body spun around, and then he was face-to-face with a
grimy wall...

   "...four..."

   ...a warm body pressed against his back, hard nipples scraping at his
skin...

   "...five..."

   ...a greasy, thick finger poked between his ass cheeks...

   "...six..."

   ...slender but strong arms reached around to hold him under his arms. 
The robot woman's spongy-hard head spit up lubricant onto him and mashed
itself forward...

   "...SEV-en..."

   ...SEARING pain as the woman entered his body, hot fluid lubricating her
cock's path forward...

   "...eight..."

   ...nearly passing out, it felt like his insides would soon be punched up
through his mouth.  Still the intruder slid inward...

   "...nine..."

   ...a hand grabbed at his breast.  He felt a nip at his neck and then a
THRUST...

   "...TEN!"

   The universe swam in Skip's head, and he felt he'd been impaled by a
pitchfork.  There were sounds and smells and most of all feelings, but
which were which he could not tell.  And then a strange calm began to take
over, much like a jetliner setting into smooth skies after a rough
take-off. There was certainly the pressure of the 'droid's penis inside
him, but a pleasurable sensation had begun to buzz in his gut as well.

   "What's your name?" asked the female android whose cock impaled him.

   "Sk...Skip."

   "Well, Skip, you've already met my penis," said the 'droid, adjusting
her stance and sending chills and shocks throughout his body.  "My name is
Brisket, and I'm a little pissed off right now.  Especially at humans."

   Brisket pressed her body into the man, sending his face flat against the
wall.  In a quick motion she slipped her cock part-way out and slid it back
in again.  The man winced and moaned.  Brisket's mind tingled, but not just
from the physical pleasure.  Something was different in her brain. 
Something was missing.  Something that had always held her back.

   "If I were to unleash my full desire on you right now, I don't believe
you'd survive," continued Brisket, gyrating her hips.  "But I do believe
that if you hadn't found me, I wouldn't be alive right now.  Ironic, isn't
it?  You can just nod."

   Skip nodded that he agreed that it was an odd twist that led him to be
buttfucked by the android he'd been hoping to make into his love companion.
Tall and curvy, pretty-faced and blond.  And now she would be emptying her
balls inside him, and possibly worse.  Much worse.  Skip realized that his
"brain surgery" must have taken out part of the controls that prevented
androids from acting too autonomously.  Keeping them from harming humans.
Keeping them from-

   "Killing you..." said Brisket, stoking the man's hair, passing her hand
down his cheek, and letting it rest in a light grip on his neck.  "I
believe I could kill you."

   Skip's heart pounded.  As low as he'd sunk, he didn't want to die like
this.  Strangled or neck snapped by a blond Amazon with her dick up his
ass. Would she then fuck his cooling corpse?

   But Brisket's hand slid down and down and down...and closed around his
own cock.

   "I'll tell you what," said the 'droid, stroking him to full hardness. 
"If I come first, I won't touch you again."

   Skip felt Brisket's hips pull back and her penis followed, sending a
variation of the new pleasure through him.  Inward it glided again, and
Skip had to concentrate not to release.

   "Now, if you come before I do..." Brisket's hand gave him a few tugs. 
"...then I won't make the same promise.  Nod if you understand."

   Before Skip could finish his first nod, Brisket's cock began to drive in
and out of him, the air from his lungs expelling as the force of the
android's body pushed him against the wall.

   Brisket felt brand new as she slipped herself in and out of the man.  So
THIS puny man fixed her?

   "Who the FUCK do you think you are?" shouted Brisket, pistoning her
thick meat into him.  "So you were going to fuck ME?  A little shit like
YOU?  Well, this poor little helpless girl doesn't NEED your help!"

   Brisket pushed herself all the way inside the man and then forced him
down onto the ground with her.  Now Brisket lay on top of him, and she
began her assault once more.  Visions of her life as she knew it came
flooding through her.  The first time she'd met her "owners"...the way
she'd taken control of them...her plans for immortality...the setup that
led to jump through a skyscraper window...

   "AH!" shouted Brisket, suddenly realizing that her plans were in danger.
Brisket looked down at the body that was receiving her -- vanquished and
helpless to do anything but feel the pain and pleasure she chose for him.
Her penis deep inside...one final insult -- to fill him with her fluid and
leave him sticky, empty and confused...

   "AAHHHHhhhhhhh!"

   Like a blinding flash the feeling washed through her, and Brisket
emptied herself into the human as her cock spasmed.  A mix of fluids welled
out of him as she extracted herself, and her penis swung low as she
crouched down and rolled the man over.  His eyes were rolled back, though
he was breathing.  Looking at his crotch, she saw that he had climaxed. 
Brisket squatted down over Skip's face, letting her balls and cock roll
along his face.

   Skip was barely conscious.  All he knew was that he was still alive.  In
pain and grappling with the loss of a strange pleasure, but alive.  Looking
up through Brisket's endowment, Skip could see that the 'droid would be
leaving him.

   "Lucky for you, there's no telling who came first," said Brisket, who
honestly wasn't sure whether or not the man would have lived to tell the
story had she not remembered that she had places to be.  And although
gratitude wasn't a normal part of the android's thinking, she had an idea
of how she would one day "thank" the man that put her back together again.