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 Safety Valve by Sol Oliver aka solovn

   After owning her for little more than a month, Walt was convinced that
purchasing Ashley was the best money he'd ever spent.  The latest model,
he'd saved every spare penny he'd earned since graduating from college
three years before to buy her.

   Ashley was part of Walt's ten-year plan: work like hell to rise in the
company, and when it all paid off with a cushy salary and stock options, it
would be time to start a family.

   Naturally there would be no time for dating, even as much as he loved
the company of women.  But his first post-college dating experiences had
showed him that he couldn't have it all (or at least, not yet).  It just
wasn't possible for him to both advance quickly in his career and devote
the right amount of time to a mate.

   But a man does have needs, and Walt's were greater than most.  And that
was what Ashley was all about.  True, he'd spent most of what he'd earned
on her, but he was willing to live modestly to compensate.  Besides, he was
already farther along than he'd originally planned, so the android was like
a halfway-point reward.

   These were Walt's thoughts as he lay on his back, panting, the graceful,
womanly shape having ridden him to completion.  Now she lay close against
his side, breasts pressed to his chest and crotch riding his hip.

   "Can I do anything else for you?" she said demurely.  Walt smiled--she
still wanted to fuck.  She always wanted to fuck.  Because that was the way
he'd had her programmed.

   "Not now," he said, swatting her on her ass.  Ashley gave an excited
gasp and her large, almond eyes flashed.  Walt knew it was cruel to tease
her that way, but she'd give her more later.  For now, he had work to do.

   "Have dinner read for me in two hours," he said, getting up from bed and
heading for his computer.

   "Yes, master," said Ashley, sullenly gathering up her panties and dress.

   Mind clear, Walt ripped through his project in no time at all.  Now and
then he would glimpse Ashley flitting about the apartment, her long
reddish-brown tied behind her head in a pony tail with a green ribbon that
matched here eyes.  He knew she was trying to tempt him, dress swishing to
give him an alluring glimpse of her curves.  She was always trying to tempt
him.  That was how he liked her.  And it was working.

   "Dinner is ready," Ashley chimed, smiling sweetly.  Her eyes flirted
with him as she held her arm out towards the small table set with a modest
supper.  Sure, she looked innocent, but Walt knew better.  She was just
biding her time until she could feel his flesh again.

   "I should just fuck you right now," he said, squeezing her tit as he
bumped past her.  Walt didn't need to see her face to know that it was
flushed.  She didn't say anything, but he knew it was working her into a
frenzy.  And the more heated she became, the better it would be.

   Ashley was driven by two things: absolute obedience to him and a
constant desire to feel sexual gratification by him.  And Walt had figured
out in the first week that the longer she went without contact, the more
ferocious she would be when he decided to have her.  And giving her just a
little taste fueled her fire even higher.

   "Ice cream," he said, snapping his fingers.  Ashley turned, opened the
bottom freezer drawer and bent over to retrieve a carton, revealing her
pink cotton panty.  It was soaked.  The womanly android scooped some of the
ice cream out into a bowl and brought it to the table.  "No," said Walt,
pushing it away.  "Between your tits."

   Ashley blushed slightly and looked away, and then coyly lowered the top
of her dress.  She wore no bra.  "That's right...just squeeze them together
with your arms..."

   Walt stood up, grabbed the bowl, and let the ice cream fall into her
ample cleavage.  Ashley bit her lip as she gasped.

   "On your knees." Not daring to look at him, she lowered herself down as
Walt undid his pants.  "Good girl.  Is this what you want?"

   Walt was waving his dick in her face, and the 'droid couldn't help but
steal glances at it.  Of COURSE she wanted it.  It was all she could do not
to attack him to get it, and that thought was giving Walt a rush.

   "You'll get it soon enough," he said, looking down at her tits and
anticipating what the mix of her warm flesh and the cold ice cream was
going to feel like.  "But there's something I have to try first..."

   Just then, a series of buzzing sounds came from his computer
workstation--a "drop everything" task.

   "Dammit!"

   All desire fled him as his mind switched gears.  Sex would have to wait.
Such was the price of getting ahead.  But if becoming the youngest vice
president in company history meant being on hair-trigger call, then so be
it.

   "Clean that up," he said to Ashley, as half of the ice cream had
dribbled onto the floor.  As he walked past her on his way to the computer,
he felt a hand close around his ankle.  "What the--"

   Ashley's whole body started to quake, her mouth forming soundless words.
Now her hands gripped the sides of his thighs, and she looked up at him
with a confused and scared look on her face.

   "Ah...a....ah...." was all she could manage as she began shaking harder.
Walt looked around the room frantically, looking for an escape route if it
turned out that his 'droid was going schitzo.  Her robotic hands were
beginning to grip him way too tight.

   "Hey now...it's alright..."

   And then with a stuttering moan, she stopped moving, body and face
completely frozen.  Walt cursed, freed himself from her grip, and made it
to his computer just in time.  He'd just have to clean up the ice cream
later.

   "What exactly were you doing with her when she froze up?"

   The brown-haired woman in glasses spoke in a clinical tone, but Walt
knew she was judging him.  But it hardly mattered.

   "I was getting ready to fuck her."

   To his surprise, the 'droid tech didn't pause or even blink before
asking her next question.  "Were you teasing her?"

   Now it was Walt who flinched.  "What does it matter?  And no, I wasn't.
That is, I WOULD have fucked her if I hadn't been called away..."

   With an exasperated sigh the woman turned to a large viewscreen, where a
graph blinked into being.  "Do you see those spikes?"

   Walt looked at the lines and saw that, indeed, there were places where
they went way up.  "Yeah?  So what?"

   "You can't do that to a 'droid and expect it to function properly for
very long."

   The woman's eyes were fiery, and even though she was in a white lab coat
and had her hair up in a tight bun, Walt found himself imagining her in
bed. His eyes drifted down to her chest...a name tag was there...

   "Wait a sec...'Simmons'...you're the one who wouldn't do my programming
the way I wanted it!"

   Janet Simmons gave Walt a deadly look "And now you know why!" It was
true.  Janet knew that setting the android up the way he wanted could
create a mind-freezing paradox.  Although they were technically machines,
android minds were modeled after those of humans.  And this man seemed to
relish doing exactly the things that could trigger a paradox.  Among people
it a the kind of treatment normally called cruel.

   "Well...you may look completely frigid, but you have a soft spot for
these 'droids, don't you?" said Walt, who sensed her attitude, if not her
thoughts.  Walt expected her to explode at him, but the smile melted from
his face where she continued to stare at him silently but intensely.

   "Do you want my help or not?" she said curtly.  Walt deployed his most
charming smile.  Janet Simmons looked away.

   "Yeah, I do.  I'm sorry," said Walt.  "Can't you just give her some kind
of...I dunno...safety valve?" Walt was surprised once again as Ms. 
Simmons' icy face melted into a too-accommodating smile.  It made him
nervous.

   "Of course I can," she said, making some notes.  "In fact, I now realize
we should have included it in the first place.  Sign here."

   Taking pen in hand, Walt paused before signing the work authorization
form.  He began to have second thoughts as he crossed the "T" in his first
name, but Janet Simmons snatched the form away just as he finished the last
ink mark, turned, and marched out of the room.

   "We'll call you when she's ready," she shot over her shoulder.  And for
some reason on the way home, Walt kept picturing Ashley wearing Ms. 
Simmon's too-accommodating smile.

   It was two weeks before Ashley came home again.  And to Walt's surprise
she'd been delivered to him without so much as a phone call--while he was
at work.

   "Welcome home, master!" she said cheerfully, greeting him at the door.

   "And welcome home to you, too," said Walt, handing her his briefcase as
if it were nothing unusual.

   "Thank you!" piped Ashley, retreating into the apartment.  She wore a
fuzzy blue sweater and a pair of tan pants that Walt was particularly fond
of.  The 'droid's auburn hair was tied up with the green bow as usual.  Her
pony tail swished back and forth in time with her hips as she made her way
to his desk, where she deposited the briefcase.  It was as if she'd never
been away.

   And for some reason it bothered Walt that Ashley was showing no effects
of her recent trauma.  Was it because he'd wanted Janet Simmons to fail at
fixing her?  Maybe, but that wasn't the real reason.  If she HAD failed, he
could have leveraged her guilt to get her into the sack.  True, it would
have been against his rules about dating, but she would be worth making an
exception.

   More likely, he'd felt a flush of power from making his pretty little
android break down that way, and now that she was fixed, it took away that
feeling.  But as Ashley bounced back into the room, daisy fresh and
beaming, Walt knew he could get the feeling back.

   "Sit with me, baby," he said, plopping down onto the couch in front of
the television screen.  Ashley was quick to comply, snuggling up to him in
an instant.  Walt began to firm up--it had been two weeks--but he was
determined to see if his 'droid really was fixed.  So even though her eyes
were fixed upon him, adoring, and even if her body felt warm and inviting,
he suppressed his urges.

   "Let's see what's on," he said, and then calling out a command to the
viewscreen.  A naked man and woman filled the screen, moving together.  The
woman was on all fours, the man behind her, easing in and out.

   "Oh!" said Ashley, eyes drifting to the scene, pulling away, and
drifting back again.  Now the man slid out of the woman, moved the head up
an inch or two, and pressed inward again.

   "Do you like what you see?" said Walt.  Ashley's eyes were now glued to
the screen, and a glistening drop of drool was forming in the corner of her
mouth.  It had been over a week for her, too, and her programming and body
were hungry for her master's flesh.  So hungry!  But she could not ask...

   Walt got up from the couch, pushed the coffee table away, and sat back
down.  Ashley looked up at him, confused, even as she continued to drink in
the porn.

   "Get on the floor in front of me, on all fours," said Walt.  The pretty
'droid's face flushed and she smiled.  Her master would sate her hunger! 
She felt herself pushed forward as she began to move and found herself face
down on the rug.  Collecting herself, she stood on her hands and knees.

   As his girl got into doggie position, Walt smiled.  He loved how eager
she was to please him...so trusting...so hungry.  Yet she could do nothing
without his say-so.

   "Drop you pants to your knees...panties, too."

   A thin, glistening string stretched down from her crotch as she lowered
her panty.  Ashley expected to feel him on top of her, and when she didn't,
she glanced back shyly.

   Walt could see that she was squeezing her legs together to stimulate
herself, but knew it would do no good without him.  "Eyes front," he said,
and the 'droid's head snapped forward, where the woman in the movie was now
up against a wall.

   Now Ashley heard her master get up...he was behind her...relief was
near...one of his fingers dabbed at her...yesss....pleeeeease....

   "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, teasing her with the finger. 
"You can answer me."

   "Yessssss..."

   The finger moved into her other hole, lubricated by her own fluids.  "Do
you want it in your ass?  You can answer me."

   "Yessssss..."

   The finger pulled out and time stood still.  Ashley braced herself for
whatever came next--she didn't care what, so long as she had him.

   "Well, I'm hungry," said her master.  "Fix me dinner first."

   Ashley's mind began to spiral down and down; what looked like sweet
water turned out to be a mirage.  But she NEEDED it!  Yet he denied her! 
But she NEEDED it...

   Once again Walt watched his beautiful servant begin to quake--so much
for a "safety valve"!  And not only would he get the shop to fix her again
for free, but he was sure as hell getting a refund for the work that the
prissy Ms.  Simmons had done.  Or maybe he'd take other compensation from
her...

   "Never mind, I'll do it myself," he said to his 'droid, who had
collapsed to the floor, trembling.  Walt grabbed a frozen dinner from the
freezer, and as he turned to put it into the microwave he was surprised to
find Ashley standing there, pants and panties down around her ankles, knees
knocking together.  Fluids dripped from her crotch, and her chest heaved as
she gulped in breath.  Her pretty face looked wracked in concentration.

   "I'll be damned," said Walt.  "It seems that little bitch DID fix you
after all." It appeared that there would be no limit to how much he could
work her up, so he decided to play with her a little more.  Instead of
putting the frozen dinner into the oven, he lowered it down and pushed it
against the 'droid's crotch.  To his surprise, he felt it push back out as
if it had been slapped.  Walt looked down at Ashley's groin and thought he
saw a flicker of movement.

   "Want to play games, huh?" he said, moving his hand into her crotch.  It
was incredibly hot.  Before he could test her depths, he felt himself
shoved hard and he bounced off of the kitchen counter and fell to the
ground.  "Hey, you can't do that!"

   Ashley was still quaking, but her face now held a calm intensity.  Once
again her lips were moving formlessly, but at last she regained control and
words came out.

   "Safety...valve."

   Walt watched in amazement as something round and slimy began pushing its
way out from his android servant's vagina.  Accelerating, the red knob was
just the tip of a shaft that came sliding out, thick, slick and red.

   Ashley looked down at her new flesh as it grew out from her, mind
clearing as it filled out.  A new series of instructions coursed through
her circuits, and all of her frustration was transferred down into the
shaft.  All she had to do to relieve herself was to take her pleasure with
it.  She looked at her master and a near-infinite number of scenarios
flashed by.  Her mind settled on one quickly and she let her body take
over.

   "You stay away...NO!" cried Walt as his pretty android closed in on him.
He managed to scamper nearly out of the little kitchenette before Ashley's
hand closed around his ankle, sending him flat on his face as he lunged
towards the living room.  The next moment she was on top of him--she'd
never felt so heavy before.  Walt tried to fight her hands away but they
were too strong and too expert.  In no time she had his arms and legs in
firm holds, pinning him face-down to the floor.  Her fuzzy sweater
smothered his back like a blanket, the tits below pressed down hard.

   Walt tried again to break free, but Ashley easily held him in place. 
"Okay, okay...I'll fuck you now," he said.  To his dismay, he now felt the
ridiculous shaft of hers slide up and back along his ass crack.  It felt
like a small arm as it parted his cheeks

   "Safety valve sequence already activated," said his 'droid.  "Locating
entry point..."

   Ashley's grip became tighter as Walt struggled to keep his ass away from
the tip of her penis.  "No!...arh!...." But he was running out of energy.
The hot, knobby end of her rod nestled up against his anus and tested him
with a light press that Walt resisted.

   "Master resists...master should not resist," hissed Ashley, her own
breath a little bit short.

   "I think master has a lot of reasons to resist," said Walt.  "Master
doesn't really want to be skewered by whatever that is that grew out of
your cunt!"

   "Master was kind to allow the Makers to provide his servant with a
phallus," said Ashley.  "And master should be glad that his servant can
provide her own relief when master is not able to."

   Walt felt the penis head try him again, and he clenched tight.  Again
the pressure backed off.

   "Master should know that he can not prevent his servant's phallus from
granting her pleasure, and it is his choice whether or not it will be
enjoyable for him," said Ashley, lips against Walt's ear.  He felt her
tongue slip out and lick him, pressing her cock a little as she did. 
Tingling shot through his body.  "Relax..." Ashley chewed lightly on his
ear.  Walt closed his eyes, and he found he could no longer tell whether
the tingling was coming from his ear, neck, back, butt, or any other part
of his body.  Something wet and slick trickled against his tender skin.

   "Good..." sighed Ashley, and then Walt became very aware of where the
next sensations were coming from.

   "Ah!...no...don't..."

   Like an eighteen-year-old creeping into a bar for the first time with a
fake ID, his servant girl's cock slid through his entrance...pausing just
inside his door...making sure she wasn't going to be tossed back out...

   "...it HURTS!..." cried Walt, clenching his fists and moaning...

   ...but the noise in the bar around her only made the girl more excited
to find out how to really have fun in the place.  She pushes into the
crowd, feeling connected to the warm bodies all around her even as she
slides past them...

   "...ohGodohGodohGOD!..." The pain that Walt felt hovered in the
background now.  As Ashley's engorged slid along a bump in his rear,
pleasure like the vibration of a low cello string resonated through his
body, stretching in waves towards a far-off horizon that he hoped he'd
never reach.

   The pleasure throughout Ashley's womanly body tripled as she sensed her
master's enjoyment, and her circuits went into overdrive to prevent her
from finishing inside him right then.  Only halfway in now, she drew
herself out until only her head was anchored inside.  Like the girl in the
bar, she was starting to feel comfortable in her new surroundings...very
comfortable.  New feelings began to simmer up.  Feelings that were much
more insistent.  Feelings that wanted to act on instinct.  Muscular
feelings.

   Ashley loosened her grip on Walt and, finding that he did not struggle,
repositioned herself so that she was propped up on her elbows.  She could
see her master's face turned to the side against the floor, eyes closed and
slightly squinted.  How many times had she laid in that position, his flesh
inside her?  How many times had he denied her the pleasure she required?

   "Does it feel good, master?"

   "Yes...yes..."

   His answer had somehow set off a tripwire in her brain: all systems were
now a "go" for HER satisfaction.  "Good...I'll ask you again after I'm
finished..."

   And then like a bouncer cutting through a crowd to extract a rowdy bar
patron, Ashley thrust herself into the man.  Pleasure, shame and fear
swirled through Walt's brain as his girl's forceful member expanded into
him.  The pressure and pain overwhelmed the pleasant feelings, and
reflexively he managed to lunge forward.

   Ashley felt herself slip out of him just as she began her back stroke.
So caught up in the accelerating feeling was she that by the time she came
to her senses, the target of her pleasure had crawled into the living room.
She stood up, penis bobbing up from her cunt, and shed her sweater.  Ashley
felt a shiver as she looked down over her tits to see her penis hovering
against gravity in attack position.

   Having used his reserve of energy to escape, Walt was crawling as best
he could towards he didn't know where.  Just as he reached the couch he
felt strong hands grab him by the waist.  As he turned his head around,
Ashley's weighty breasts caught him hard across the face, and he was once
again facing forward.  With slight guidance he found himself on his knees
and bent over the couch seat.  His little girl's hands gripped him tight,
though he couldn't make a move if he'd wanted to.

   Her penis wasted no time diving back into him, and even Ashley was
surprised by how expertly it found its mark and sunk deep.  She held
herself inside him, feeling the tightness and heat, and massaged her left
tit even as she kept grip the man's waist with her other hand.  The more
familiar waves of sensation joined the heavy impatient one.  For just a
moment she felt as if she were the one being penetrated.

   Pleasure was once again rising over all other sensations for Walt, and
he wished to god that Ashley would just get on with it.  He pictured the
beautiful curves of her ass up against his...the way her long back curved
up from her waist...the reddish-brown pony tail hanging down her back...her
sweet, demure face...

   Insistent as the feelings were, Ashley felt somewhat ashamed of the
pleasure she felt.  She rocked her hips back and watched her slick cock
ease halfway out of the man, who groaned low.  Was she still a woman?  Was
her master still a man?  The dizzy feeling began to return to her brain. 
The urgency in her loins rose up again.

   She THRUST her self inside.

   And THRUSTED again.

   And then her body was an accelerating stream of motion, desire and
servitude mingling as one.  Walt felt stab after stab of pleasure,
delivered by a body that he could not now control.

   Ashley heard him make a new sound..weeping.  It sent her lust higher,
and she found herself pushing the man's head into the cushion as she
pistoned into him with more ferocity.

   "I'm...sorry...I'm...so...sorry..." she gasped between thrusts.  Her own
eyes began to burn, and then hot tears streamed down her round cheeks. 
Still she enjoyed the feeling as her penis bullied into the man again and
again.

   And then it happened.

   To Ashley it felt like her whole being was flying out of her and
entering the man.  Her thrusting continued as the fluid pumped, and she
found herself pushed her crotch up hard against his ass--so hard that she
could feel his hairs with her cunt lips.  With a throaty howl she felt
herself empty, the man below her tensing, groaning, and then going limp.

   Ashley collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.  All of the urgency and
strange rage were quickly receding.  And then, more slowly, she felt the
thick member begin to recede as well.

   Together they slid down to the floor in front of the couch.  Walt opened
his eyes just in time to see the last of Ashley's penis slip back into her
belly, leaving a slimy trail behind it.  Ashley too watched it go, and then
they looked at each other.

   Walt saw shame and fear in his android's eyes, and she quickly turned
away.  Or was her expression just a reflection of his own?  It had been the
most intense sexual feeling he'd ever experienced--a complete reversal. 
Walt turned her head back to face his.  It was the same demure, sweet face
he'd come to know.  He was about to speak but she cut the silence first.

   "I'm sorry I fucked you," said Ashley, once again on the verge of tears,
lip quavering.  Walt laughed, and then reached around her to slap her on
the ass.

   "I'm not," he said.  "If I frustrated you that much, I think I deserved
it."

   Ashley suddenly felt more cheerful, though she didn't understand why. 
She curled up against her master, head on his chest.  And for the first
time in her existence she felt at peace.