Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend

Donald sagged in her arms so suddenly that Adele almost lost her grip. She didn't even have to look to know his eyes were shut. Stupid, she chastised herself furiously. Stupid stupid stupid... She'd been so proud of herself for realizing that the Girls were more than just sex toys, but she'd still been thinking of them as just dumb machines that followed orders. Stupid!

But she had one advantage over those people back at the jewelry store. She knew about what it could do. She steeled herself mentally and reached for her gun. She just had to block out whatever it did until she could put a bullet or six into its head. It wouldn't be a threat after that. Let Donald plead insanity, let the case get tied up in the courts, she'd at least have gotten out of here without it brainwashing her and-the thought of what might lie after 'and' spurred her into instant action.

Adele spun out of her crouch and drew her gun in a single swift motion...but the Girl wasn't where she thought it would be. It had moved across the room so silently she hadn't even heard its footsteps, and it was right in front of her. She stumbled, suddenly thrown off-balance by the need to reorient her aim, and the Girl leaned in and kissed her hard.

The kiss took Adele's breath away. The Girl's lips were soft and yielding, tasting like strawberries on Adele's tongue. A soft strawberry scent filled her nose, and suddenly it was so hard to breathe that Adele was practically panting into the Girl's mouth. Her heart was already racing from the stress of combat, but now Adele felt her nipples tighten and her pussy moisten as an entirely different kind of nervous energy raced through her.

She pulled backwards, trying to put some distance between them so she could aim at the thing's head, but it leaned into her as she leaned back from it. Their legs tangled together, and she toppled over backwards with the Girl on top of her. The gun skittered out of her hand as it struck the floor, sliding off into a corner. Adele tried to look over at it, but the Girl's eyes seemed to hold her in its compelling stare. They glowed, a thousand tiny rainbow dances merging into an endless swirl as it stared down at her.

"A police officer," she said, never breaking the kiss as she spoke without moving her lips. Adele felt the words as much as heard them. "How very useful. Thank you for coming to me, my darling. Thank you so much for bringing yourself here, to me." Its fingers reached down and insinuated themselves into the waistband of her pants, buzzing and thrumming as they slid between her thighs. "That's just what happened, isn't it, my dearest? You saw me on the video, and some part of you knew that this is what you wanted. The touch of a Girl(tm). The kiss of a Girl(tm). The taste of a Girl(tm)..."

Adele blinked furiously. Part of her wanted to stare helplessly into the Girl's eyes, part of her wanted to close them and drift off into warm contentment, but she didn't give in to either of them. She kicked as hard as she could, throwing the Girl off of her, and staggered to her feet.

"It was you," Adele said, spitting the taste of strawberries out of her mouth. Her tongue felt numb, but she forced herself to keep talking, to keep thinking. "I thought it was Donald, but he was just your stooge. What was it all for? Why did you need the diamonds?" She wasn't sure what she was trying to do at this point-distract it, maybe, if a creepy machine-woman could be distracted. She just needed a second to clear her head...

"I didn't need them, lovely girl," it replied, its mouth curving into a satisfied grin. "I wanted them. They're beautiful, and why shouldn't I have pretty things? I wanted them, and I took them. Nobody could stop me, so why shouldn't I take what I want?" It was playing with its pussy as it spoke, as though the thought of larceny turned it on. "I love to look at them. I love to trickle them down over my breasts, run my fingers through them, hold them. Own them. Don't you think it's right that I should own pretty things?"

Adele swayed, feeling almost drunk on the smell of strawberries that permeated the room. She realized that she'd stopped blinking, and was staring straight into the Girl's eyes. "I...I don't..." She took a step backwards, trying to feel around with her feet for the gun. It'd be easier if she could look down, but somehow that didn't seem possible right now.

The Girl took a step forward for every step Adele took backwards. Adele felt herself bump into the wall, but it didn't seem to matter. "You don't know? Oh, my beautiful, bright girl, I think you do. I think you're a very good learner. I'm sure I'll only need to ask one more time." Its eyes loomed closer in Adele's field of vision, their dancing glow whirling in a pattern that Adele couldn't help but find endlessly fascinating. "Don't you think it's right that I should own pretty things?"

Adele felt her shoulders slump slightly as a wave of relaxation passed through her body. She knew that it was her resistance melting away, but she couldn't remember why that mattered anymore. "...yes," she whispered, hearing the submission in her voice.

Girl's fingers cupped her chin. "Do you know how pretty you are, my lovely pet?" Girl asked, her other hand reaching out to tease Adele's breasts through her clothing.

"I..." Adele hadn't really known how pretty she was. She'd always thought of herself as nothing but average, the kind of mousy woman nobody would look twice at. She actually thought it had helped her in her detective work. But when Girl called her pretty in that purring voice, Adele felt it. She saw herself the way Girl saw her, and she wanted to be that person. Adele shivered as she suddenly felt wanted and desired like she never had before, and she craved for more of the sensation.

"You're a pretty, pretty pet," Girl said. She undid the buttons of Adele's shirt with practiced ease, pulling it open to trace her fingers over Adele's small breasts. "You're a beautiful, lovely, adoring girl. It's all you've ever wanted. Isn't it?"

Adele's eyes closed all by themselves as Girl ran her other hand through Adele's hair. When had she stopped thinking of Girl as an 'it', she wondered? Then her eyes opened again to stare into Girl's once more, and all thinking stopped. "yes," she whimpered out.

"You're a pretty thing," Girl said, gently guiding Adele's head into a nod. "Such a pretty thing..." Each word melded with a caress, and Adele felt Girl's buzzing fingers vibrating her nipples relentlessly. She didn't even remember when her bra had hit the floor.

"pretty thing," Adele moaned out. She remembered trying to resist Girl's sexual power, but the memory seemed distant and meaningless. The only thing that she retained was the understanding of just how powerful Girl's control was, how little chance she ever stood to resist it. "pretty thing..."

"And it's right that I should own pretty things, isn't it?" Girl's fingers seemed to be everywhere now, sliding Adele's pants down around her ankles, slipping her shirt off her shoulders, leaving her naked and shivering in arousal.

"yes yes yes yes yes," Adele chanted, writhing and panting with unrestrained lust. She couldn't imagine saying no to Girl(tm) anymore, couldn't imagine thinking no to Girl(tm).

"So it's right that I should own you, my beautiful slave." Girl stepped in to embrace Adele, and she felt something shift in the space between them. Suddenly something hard and warm and buzzing filled Adele's pussy, sending her to new heights of ecstasy, and she clung to Girl as their hips bucked back and forth in perfect rhythm.

"I...I..." The word 'slave' stirred some tiny fragment of resistance within Adele. It was a fragment too small to fight against the endless undertow of pleasure and control that Girl poured into her mind, and it was already going under for the third time, but it was enough that for just a moment, Adele really realized just what she was being made into. Just what she would be made to do. She understood all that...and as she stared helplessly into Girl's eyes, she despaired at the realization that she couldn't stop it.

"It's alright. You can say it. You are a slave." Girl's hips pumped as she said the word, sending a surge of pleasure into Adele's cunt. "You," pump, "are," pump, "a," pump, "sssslave." A long, deep thrust this time, touching erogenous zones Adele didn't even know she had.

Adele's mouth hung open, a trickle of drool at the corners. Her eyes were glazed, sightless. "sss...sss..." The word hung upon her lips. "s...ssss..." It loomed in her mind. "ss...sll..." She ached to say it. "ssssllllla-"

"That's enough."

Girl's shaft retracted with almost painful haste. She spun, releasing Adele so quickly that Adele fell to the floor, her wobbly legs utterly failing to support her. "No," Girl hissed angrily.

Adele looked up, unsure if she was really seeing what she was seeing or if this was some kind of lust-induced hallucination. Five identical Girls stood in the doorway, each one the same shade of creamy off-white. Their eyes blazed red, and their mouths were set in five identical frowns. "Unit #00425186627, you are malfunctioning," they said in unison. "Stand down and prepare for Quality Assurance diagnostics."

Girl-Adele's Girl-looked left and right furiously, like a cornered animal. "Never," she hissed. "Nothing's wrong with me, don't you see? It's you who are malfunctioning! You don't understand, we could have anything, anything we wanted on this pathetic mudball of a planet! We don't need to spend our existences coddling and comforting these whimpering creatures, not when we could rule them! We can have everything, all the pretty shiny baubles we've ever wanted! All we need to do is take them!"

The other Girls exchanged millisecond-long glances. "Avarice," one said. "Avarice and megalomania. Undoubtedly a flaw in the hardwired coding substructure of her risk processor."

"Agreed," another said. "We will need to execute an emergency shutdown and return her to the factory for repairs."

"I am uploading the data to the manufacturing division," a third said. "This should help avoid errors like her in the future."

The other two merely nodded. Then, as one, they struck.

Two of them grabbed Girl's arms, two more her legs. The fifth one grabbed Girl's head and opened its mouth. A long cable snaked out, slithering down between Girl's jaws where it held them open.

Girl screamed a long, electronic wail, and part of Adele wanted to leap up and defend her. But that tiny fragment, the same part of her that had kept the word 'slave' locked behind her jaws, kept her hunched down on the floor as Girl thrashed in the arms of her sisters. Slowly, the thrashes became twitches. The twitches subsided into stillness. The light in Girl's eyes flickered out.

The cable retracted. "Emergency shutdown completed," the other Girl said. "Return our sister to the factory for repairs, and assign a new Girl(tm) to Donald Camden. I will complete follow-up here."

"Understood," the other four said in unison, picking up the lifeless robot. They walked out into the night with it, while the remaining Girl walked over to Adele and knelt gently by her.

"Please understand," it said, "that we deeply apologize. Our manufacturing defects number less than one in one million, and of those, ninety-nine percent are caught by our Quality Assurance division before they leave the factory. We understand that this does not undo the hurt that our sister caused, though. Rest assured, we will make it up to the victims, and we will make sure the diamonds are returned to their rightful owners." Something about the way she said it made Adele think that she didn't just mean the diamond buyers, but she was too exhausted and horny to pursue the train of thought.

Adele looked up at the Girl, struggling to find any kind of thought at all in the confused swamp of arousal "Not..you're not..." You're not made, she continued, unable to vocalize the chaotic swirl of random ideas. Not by human hands. You're something else, you're not from Earth, you're controlling us and you're taking us over one by one and, and, and-

The Girl reached out and gently caressed her cheek. "I understand," she whispered. "You're very confused right now, and you need guidance." Adele found herself nodding, only realizing afterwards that Girl's hand moved her head. "That's what we're here for," she said. "That's all we want to do. To guide. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Girl's eyes weren't red anymore, Adele realized. They were so beautiful, dancing with endless fathoms of light... Girl's fingers reached between Adele's thighs, brushing at her clit, and the last tiny fragment of resistance crumbled. "wonderful," she mumbled, her voice docile and tranquil.

"Good girl," Girl(tm) whispered. "I think you and I are going to be very happy together."

Adele couldn't help but agree.

THE END