Rick Summer, Ace Detective

She was surprised to find that the action of the loofah on her sensitive flesh ("Flesh?" she murmured, enquiringly, before shrugging her delicate shoulders), was gradually turning her on. Her nipples were sticking out, all hard and tingly, and a similar tingle was coming from between her thighs. She slipped the soapy loofah into her sex, under the pretext of completely cleaning away his semen, and began to slide it in and out.

"Mmm, ahhh, aaahhh!" She closed her eyes, arching her back, and directing her face upward into the needle jets of warm water, as her hand pushed and pulled at the firmly entrenched sponge, back and forth between her tightly clenching cunt muscles. "Oh yes, yes, yessss!" she gasped, just as the door flew inward.

"Get your fanny out of that shower, and get your clothes on bitch, it's time to go!" snapped Miles, his frown turning into a wide grin, as he saw the guilty expression appear on her face, as she hurriedly turned away from him, and removed the loofah from her pussy.

-oOo-

As soon as Summer was dry, and had dressed, she was handcuffed again, and frog-marched out to the waiting vehicle, by two large security guards. They removed the handcuffs, and then sat her in the front passenger seat, before fastening her wrists to cuffs attached to either side of the seat.

"Don't forget her seat belt, boys!" Miles reminded them, with an oily grin.

They eagerly strapped her in, ogling her thatch of still damp blonde pussy hair, which was clearly visible, since her short skirt had ridden up, almost to her waist, revealing the absence of panties. Her soft blonde pubic curls were now all matted, and plastered against her damp pubes.

"Typical men!" she muttered, angrily. She yanked at her restraining bracelets, filled with frustration and anger, dark thoughts of vengeance clouding her mind.

"Sorry about those, but we don't want you succumbing to temptation, now do we, sweetheart?" Miles murmured, climbing into the control seat, beside her, and giving her thigh an affectionate squeeze. He slipped the vehicle into automatic drive, and it rose off the ground, before rotating one hundred and eighty degrees, and heading for home!

As the vehicle skimmed over the ground, at an altitude of 2.7 meters, Miles lent over and deliberately stroked her wet pussy.

Summer groaned, as a fresh jolt of sexual tension shot through her slim frame, writhing her hips, and trying to arch up against his hand, pulling, desperately, at her wrist cuffs. "Don't torture me, you bastard!" she gasped. "Shove your finger up my cunt!"

Miles grinned, and slowly wriggled his index finger between her already swollen labia. "How's that, my sweet?" he murmured.

"Oh yes, yes, more!" she gasped, her eyes closed.

Miles added a second finger, sliding them in and out of her slick orifice.

"Another!"

He added a third.

"Now push your whole hand inside me, and make a fist!" she pleaded, hoarsely.

The fat man obliged, marveling at her amazing flexibility, as he clenched his fist, and pulled back against her entrance.

"Nnnngh! Oh God! That feels sooh good!" she gasped. "Soooh goood!"

When she was close to cumming he removed his hand, and went down on her, tonguing her hot, wet slit, until she bucked against his mouth and came, flooding his mouth with her hot, sweet love nectar. "These SD models are incredible!" he told himself, for the umpteenth time, as he sat up, licking his lips. "Her cum tastes just like the real thing!"

-oOo-

As Summer was roughly manhandled into the hovermobile, she was still trying to think of some way of escaping from the evil clutches of Miles Canterbury. Throughout the short walk, the two young security guards had been using every opportunity to catch a crafty feel of her lithe young body, while taking care to avoid any of her key erogenous zones. The last thing they wanted was the sex-droid going into a fuck-frenzy, in front of their boss!

Summer was determined that she wasn't going to become the sex-slave of this perverted lump of blubber, despite the computer programming, which was constantly feeding her subconscious with a stream of false information, and attempting to modify her conditioned reflexes, when exposed to various stimuli. It had been a massive shock, when Miles had first grabbed her boob, back in his office, and she'd found herself out of control, driven by an overpowering desire to have sex with the man! She'd been unable to stop herself. The raging desire that had been instilled in her, by the pre-programmed part of her psyche, had over-ridden all other rational thoughts or desires. She'd had to make love to him! Nothing else in the world had mattered, except that he should take her to that wonderful, mind-shattering climax!

As they handcuffed her wrists to the sides of the front passenger seat, she realized that her short skirt had ridden up her bottom, exposing her, now naked crotch, to the lecherous gaze of all three men. "Typical men!" she muttered, angrily. She drew her knees together, to minimize her embarrassment, as one of the guards clipped the seatbelt about her rigid body.

It was too soon to try to escape the madman's clutches, Summer realized. She had to find out more about her new female self first! Had to find out more about her limitations and strengths (there had to be some), and just how much she was forced to rely on the billionaire industrialist, for her continued survival, even if it meant succumbing to his sick advances, for the time being. She gave an involuntary shudder, at this disgusting notion. She would have to be careful what she said to him, try not to antagonize him. The last thing she wanted, was for him to change his mind, and subject her to the dreaded 'Cerebrum Scrubber'!

Miles Canterbury climbed into the control seat, beside her, before leaning over and giving her shapely left thigh, a painful squeeze, as he watched her tugging, in vain, at her wrist bracelets. "Sorry about those, but we don't want you succumbing to temptation, now do we, sweetheart?" he murmured, with a smug smile on his bloated features. He slipped the vehicle into computerized control, and Summer felt it rise off the ground, before rotating one hundred and eighty degrees, and heading inland!

Chapter 10: A Surprise Meeting

Before entering the house, Miles ordered the android girl to place her hands behind her back, and swiftly cuffed her wrists together. "I am sorry for this temporary inconvenience, my dear," he murmured into her shell-like ear, "but until those rebellious thoughts of yours are sufficiently modified by your programming, I shall have to place certain restrictions on your liberty! It should only be for a few days, at most!"

Grasping her firmly by the elbow, he effortlessly guided her over to the imposing, oak-paneled front door of the large house. The Canterbury residence was set in its own private grounds, some ten-minutes hover journey beyond the Frisco city limits. Summer noticed several gun-toting hoodlums (the human variety), patrolling the grounds, as she cautiously peered around.

He rang the ornate door-chimes, and a few seconds later, the door swung open. "Ah, Janine, there you are!" he exclaimed, smiling at the gorgeous blonde-haired creature who stood before them. "I hope you have prepared the guest room, as I instructed you over the Vid-phone?"

"Yes, Master!" the girl replied, with a slight curtsy.

The blonde was obviously stacked, with an hourglass figure and long, shapely legs. She was wearing some sort of abbreviated maid's outfit that just about reached down to mid-thigh, along with some astonishingly high, stiletto-heeled shoes, with platform soles! But none of these things were what caused Summer to utter a startled gasp, and stare at the girl, in wide-eyed astonishment. Janine was her identical twin, apart from a slightly darker complexion!

Miles smiled at her reaction. "Janine, this is Summer, Summer Childe! She is going to be staying with us, from now on!" he explained to the female android, who was staring back at Summer with barely concealed interest.

He turned back to the handcuffed blonde. "Meet Janine James, SD-0009, one of our earliest successes in the SD range of androids! Janine is my personal assistant and Girl Friday, and I'm sure she will be delighted to look after all your needs from now on, my dear?"

"It will be my pleasure, Master!" the girl murmured, huskily, an excited glint in her big, blue eyes, as she ran her gaze over the newcomer's shapely, scantily-clad figure, noting the handcuffs, with a slight raising of her well-plucked eyebrows.

Suddenly, a hand flew to her wide, lilac-painted mouth. "My, my! What must you both think of me, leaving you both standing on the doorstep? Please, come on in! Welcome to our humble, little abode, Ms. Childe!"

Summer returned the android's warm smile, with a nervous one of her own.

The mansion, for that is what the house really was, was neither humble, nor little. Janine led them along an ornately decorated hallway, with a high ceiling, and immense electric light chandeliers, hanging down like clusters of sparkling icicles. She opened a door, and directed them into a comfortable lounge, with a huge picture window, overlooking well-cultivated lawns and flowering bushes. The furniture was mainly comprised of huge, leather bound armchairs and settees, with low, glass-topped coffee tables, and several individual lamps on stands, with large, tasseled lampshades. The inevitable Vid-screen, took up most of the one wall, and an artificial solar fire, flickered, in a huge, stone fireplace. Summer had a momentary feeling of deja-vu, and frowned, trying to recall the previous occasion, but it eluded her still somewhat confused mind.

"If you will make yourselves comfortable, I shall go and fetch you both a lovely cup of Earl-Gray tea!" Janine said, with a smile, then seemed to hesitate. "Er, that is, I will fetch the Master a nice cup of tea. You, of course, will not be requiring one, will you Summer? I can call you Summer, can't I?"

Summer nodded, curtly. She didn't know whether she would be able to enlist the maid on her side, for her forthcoming escape attempt, but she did not expect too much help from that direction! Janine's programming would be far more deep-rooted than her own, and she would almost certainly be a slave to Miles' demands.

-oOo-

"Come over here, Summer!" Miles commanded, as soon as the other girl had departed the room.

She hurried over, not wanting to appear reluctant.

"Now turn around!"

She did so, after a momentary hesitation, and felt him take hold of her hands, and unlock the manacles from about her slim wrists. "Thank you!" she murmured, gratefully, as she turned around to face him, rubbing the chaffed and sore skin. She wasn't expecting the slap that caught her across the face, with the impact of a bag of wet cement, sending her tumbling to the floor, in an undignified tangle of arms and long lithe legs.

She climbed back to her feet, clutching her reddening cheek, tears glistening in her big, blue eyes. "What was that for?" she half-sobbed.

"You will always address me as 'Master', from now on, unless you are instructed to do otherwise," he snarled, "and don't you ever forget it!"

"N-No, Master!" she mumbled. "Sorry, Master!"

"That's better!" he replied, suddenly grinning. "I hate my pussy slaves showing me anything other than complete and utter respect! Oh, by the way, if you have any thoughts of trying to escape from here, you will find all the doors and windows indestructible, and programmed so that they will only open for myself, or Janine!"

The servant 'droid returned, with a silver tray containing a small stainless steel pot of tea, a jug of milk, and a china cup and saucer. "Your tea, Master!" she murmured, placing it down on one of the tables, and pouring out a cup; tea first, followed by a small amount of milk.

"Thank you, Janine!" Miles murmured, patting her on her pert bottom, tightly encased in her short skirt. "Now, if you would be so kind as to show, Summer here, up to her room, she can get settled in?"

"Certainly, Master!" She leant forward, and her lovely full lips brushed against his cheek, much to Summer's disgust, before she turned back to her fellow 'droid. "Please follow me, Summer?" she commanded, briskly.

-oOo-

As Janine walked up the spiral staircase, ahead of her, Summer couldn't help but admire the sex-droid's lovely legs. She was wearing white, lacy-topped stockings, similar to her own, apart from the color. She knew they were lace topped, because Janine's short uniform skirt was split up the back, to the base of her spine, and Summer could clearly see right to the tops of her self-supporting stockings, every time the maid took a step up. She couldn't be sure, but she suspected that her sister 'droid wasn't wearing any panties!

"I should talk!" she scolded herself, allowing a slight smile to cross her lips, as she remembered her own state of undress.

The girl turned, catching her staring, and Summer blushed and averted her eyes. "Have you been activated long?" Janine asked, conversationally, with just a hint of a smile touching her full, lilac-painted lips.

"N-No, this is my, ah, my first day!" Summer replied, trying to avoid looking into those lovely blue eyes.

"Ah, I thought you seemed a little unsure of yourself!" Janine murmured, with a slight nod. "It can be a little disconcerting for us girls, for the first few days, until we have learnt our place in society!"

"Which is?"

"Why, to serve our Master, to the best of our ability, and to keep him happy and contented, of course!" she answered, giving Summer a strange look, as if she thought her some sort of half-wit.

They reached the top of the stairs, and walked along the landing to the first doorway. "This will be your room," Janine explained. "I sleep in the room next door, when I'm not required to service the Master, of course!"

"Of course!" Summer replied, the irony in her voice, no doubt lost on her fellow android.

They entered the room, and Summer was surprised to see that the decor was very pretty and feminine. The bedroom was done out mainly in pink, with lacy curtains and bedcovers, and with a thick-pile carpet underfoot. There was a bed, dresser and a large walk-in closet, with some extra storage in the matching bedside tables. A side door led to an en-suite bathroom.

The bed was a huge, old-fashioned four-poster, with an overhead silk canopy and hanging silk drapes, and fluffy, maroon-colored pillowcases. A large teddy bear lay propped up against a pillow, with the bed sheets drawn up about its chin.

"How lovely!" laughed Summer, rushing over and picking up the teddy, and giving him a big hug. "He's absolutely gorgeous!" She kissed him on the end of his nose.

"I thought you might like him?" Janine replied, with a smile. "I have one just like him, in my own bed! Sometimes it can get very lonely at night!"

"He's absolutely divine, Janine! How can I ever thank you?" Summer exclaimed, delightedly, rushing back over and stretching up to plant a brief butterfly kiss on the other girl's cheek.

"Think nothing of it!"

Janine's voice had become strangely strained, Summer noted, as she pulled away, slightly embarrassed, by her out of character display of affection. "I am certainly reacting in a more and more feminine way, with each passing hour," she realized. She locked eyes with her twin, and felt herself falling under her spell.

Janine's hands reached out for Summer's shoulders, sliding the narrow straps of her dress down her arms, and drawing the top down with them. Her sheer black bra appeared, closely followed by her prominent nipples, peeking out through the gaps in the lacy cups. "Nice!" Janine murmured, running her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. "Very nice!"

"Please, no, Janine!" Summer pleaded, as the girl's hands reached out for her breasts. "Oooooh, Jeez!" She closed her eyes, and arched her back, as the girl's palms pressed against her nipples, sending a massive surge of excitement rippling throughout her body. Suddenly she wanted, no needed Janine, more than anything else in the whole wide world!

"Mmmmm! Ooooh, yes, yesss!" she murmured, her own hands rising to the buttons of Janine's uniform blouse. She fumbled with them for a few moments, then began to tear the clothes from the maid's body, buttons flying everywhere. As her hands came into contact with Janine's naked breasts, the maid gasped with pleasure, and her nipples instantly perked up and hardened. Somewhere in the back of Summer's subconscious, she realized that Janine's nipples were pierced, with small golden rings dangling from them.

As Janine deftly unclipped and removed Summer's bra, Summer's own hands were busy unzipping the maid's skirt, and pulling it down over her hips. She'd been wrong about the panties; Janine was wearing a sheer, flesh-tinted thong, that did nothing to hide the shadowy crevice of her sex, or her neatly trimmed blonde triangle. She automatically stepped out of her red dress, as Janine pushed it down over her hips, and it fell about her ankles.

Janine then thumbed down her thong, and stepped out of the minuscule undergarment. The two girls, naked apart from their stockings and heels, eagerly pressed their bodies hard up against one another, writhing with pleasure, as their lips met, in a long, passionate kiss. Summer had to stand on tip-toes, and she realized that the other girl's platforms, made her seem that little bit taller.

"God, she's so lovely!" thought Summer, as her hands explored the other girl's curvaceous body, then realizing, with a start, she was effectively admiring her own body. "Is this some form of alternative narcissism?" she wondered, as Janine continued to explore her tonsils, with her tongue, and their nipples rubbed up against one another, erotically.

Summer gasped, as the nipple rings, brushed and caught on her own erect teats. "I need you to fuck me real bad!" Summer gasped, as they broke apart, panting, then realized the sheer futility of her words. "Shit!" she exclaimed, in frustration.

"I need you inside me too, my darling," Janine groaned. "I want you to fuck my brains out!" Her stiff fingers were now rubbing against Summer's swollen clitoris, in an attempt to help relieve her frustration.

"But how?" Summer gasped, squeezing the maid's erect nipples and tugging at her nipple rings, as she realized that their programmed responses did not appear to take into account the possibility of a lesbian liaison.

"Wait, I have an idea!" gasped Janine, reluctantly pulling away from the caress of Summer's fingers. "I won't be a moment, my darling!"

She stumbled over to the bedside table, and took out a strange-looking Latex device, from the bottom drawer, before quickly returning. "I always wondered what this was for?" she chuckled. "Now I know!"

"What is it?" Summer asked, wide-eyed, as a shiver of excitement ran through her.

"It's a double-headed dildo!" explained Janine, standing in front of her and placing one head against the entrance to Summer's vagina, then clamping Summers hand around the other flexible shaft, and guiding the tip up against her own pussy. "Now we start to gently insert the dildoes into each other's cunts!" she explained, with a lewd grin.

"I can't take that thing, it... it's far to big!" protested Summer, dubiously, although she was now almost wetting herself with excitement and anticipation.

"Well I'm sure I can, honey, and if I can, then you can!" Janine said, in a voice that brooked no argument.

Summer sighed. "Well, I can't argue with the logic of that, can I?" she murmured, easing the dildo into Janine's already sopping pussy, and noting with interest, that her companion had a jeweled stud inserted into each of her external labia. She certainly had an exotic taste in jewelry!