Honey, I'm Home!

"I don't think that's true, sweetheart."

The Goblin's eyes went wide. It looked briefly like she was being electrocuted, but Crane had see an accute case of system shock before. Her wetware conflicted with her own organic brain until one took precedence over the other. Soon, the wiggling subsided, and a pink film appeared over her eyes the same way it had for the other fugitive. It was less bright, however, and flickered intermittently. The taser knife had come loose in her grip, but hadn't clattered to the floor yet.

"Oh, ngh, hello sweetie! I didn't...know...you'd come home!" she said, but with words of varying emphasis. It looked like the Goblin was fighting back. He plucked the weapon from her fingers and kneeled down, putting him just about at eye level with the cute little hacker.

"I can see you're fighting hard to keep hold, to keep from letting the programming take hold. But it's so much easy to just listen and obey."

"Yes but...but I..." she stammered, little body quivering from the effort.

He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it back out of her eyes. "Shh. Let me help you. Repeat after me: Good Girls listen."

She inhaled sharply. For a moment he thought she might hold on. But her mouth began to move. He watched her lips open, giving her own voice to his words. "Good girls...listen."

He slid his hand into her waistband. The poor Goblin was already wet. Maybe she got off on being controlled like this?

"Good girls don't think."

"Good girls don't think," she repeated, a little more easily. He rewarded her with a brush against her lower lips. She spread her legs out ever so slightly.

"There's a good girl. Open legs, open mouth, open mind. Say that sweetheart."

"Open legs, open mouth, open mind," she said, letting her jaw hang loose. Drool trailed down to her chest.

"Good girls obey, don't they?"

"Good girls...good girls..." He could see the last fragments of resistance welling up inside her. He rewarded her with a finger, which she latched onto. If she noticed it was coated in her own juices, she didn't seem to mind. He rubbed her through her clothes with one hand and let her suckle on the other. After a pitifully short amount of time, she ground against him.

"See? You're already so close. Just let go for me, okay sweetheart? Can you do that for me?"

Her noises got more needy, more desperate. Crane's fingers sped up in tandem, egging her on. When he could tell she was close to the edge, he held back.

"You gotta say it, sweetie. Say it out loud."

"Good...girls..."

He placed his thumb against her clit. "Yes?"

"Good girls...obey~" she said, and immediately received the stimulation she needed. The little Goblin soaked herself with a sharp, mind-shattering climax that signalled her complete and total defeat.

"There you go," he said as her twitching eased and a mask of placidity appeared on her charming features, "Now that all that unpleasantness is settled, would you kindly hand over the chip you stole?"

"Of course!" she replied cheerfully. She quickly and efficiently removed a long wafer from a port in her neck and held it out to him. He took it, examining the item with his software and seeing all his scans bounce right off of it.

"It's some kinda stealth tech, right? It's gotta be worth a mint."

The Goblin nodded. "Uh huh! That's worth a pretty penny! Why me and Vixen stole it in the first place. Gosh, that wasn't a very nice thing to do..."

Thoughts raced through his mind. That chip could be a key to him getting out of this business for good. He could sell it to one of the rival corps, make infinite money, move somewhere close to the ceiling. Nice little penthouse where you could get night and day, wouldn't be too shabby. Then again, it'd put the corp, not to mention the rest of Blackstar, up his ass. No, it'd be a bad call. But that didn't mean he was going to walk away from this little incident unrewarded.

"I'd say so, sweets. Looks like you've both have been a pair of very bad girls. But don't worry, you can be good girls again, all you have to do is obey. Right?"

"Right!" they chanted. He clapped in approval, turning it into a rub of his hands. This was gonna be fun.

"Firstly, I want the body of you out of those silly clothes. Girls in my house don't hide themselves with anything, unless company comes over of course."

They complied. Morsel pulled off her stealth gear, then her clothes, then her underwear, bundling up neatly in a pile. All Vixen had on was her dress and some very unsexy underwear, which she quickly lost to the pile. That revealed another surprise.

Crane slid a finger along the organ between Vixen's thighs. "Oh ho, what's this little thing?" It stiffed in response, and he crooked his index finger to curl around it to gently tug and tease.

"It's...mmm...it's my cock, honey," Vixen explained, as if that was unclear.

He smiled, but shook his head. "I don't think so sweets. Cocks belong on serious women, professional ones. They're large and impressive. This looks like a clit to me."

"Oh?" she asked, shivering.

"Yep. A small, cute clit. You know you've always had problems getting hard, remember? Clits don't get hard, they stay soft and leak. You remember, don't you sweetheart?"

She shuddered, then nodded. The half-hard erection that had formed deflated out, reducing her back to her minimum size. He played with her just to be sure, and only caused a tiny thimbful full of precum to slide out.

"Ngh...my clit...it's leaking everywhere," Vixen said through shaky breaths, "I'm going to make such a mess!"

The merc cop laughed that off. "Oh don't you worry about that, I have an idea on how we can keep our nice floor clean. Oh Morsel dear?"

"Yes dear?" she asked sweetly. Without her clothes, he could see her breasts shared the freckles that her cheeks had. Adorable.

"Are you two an item? I mean, aside from being my wives of course."

Vixen shook her head. "Nope! We're wives but...but I don't remember us being together outside of work, I mean the housework..."

He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "I think you two are secretly hot for one another. I think you want to fuck her almost as much as you want to fuck me, and you want to fuck me a whole hell of a lot."

In the bot's simple programming, which he'd cloned for the pair, lust was an easily adjustable metre in their order of operations. All he had to do was twist the metaphorical knob in relation to each other and watch their heart rates increase, their pupils dilate, and their excitement leak down their thighs.

"Tell me then, Vixen dear, what do you think of our little Morsel?"

The glamoured Orc stared at her partner in crime with a look of undisguised hunger. "I think she looks so f...darn...hot. She's such a cutie I just want to smooch her and lick her and...golly!" The veracity of her interest was confirmed with another long trail of precum that dribbled to the floor. Briefly, Crane pitied the poor janitor who had to clean up these places.

"And what about you?" he asked Morsel.

"Mm hmm! I'd totally forgotten how much I love girls! I almost thought I was straight!" she said with a giggle. Good, Crane thought, wouldn't do to have his little harem to be squeamish about enjoying one another. He took it a step further when he leaned down and whispered into her pointed ear.

"Look at all that girl juice that drooling out of her clit. Doesn't that look yummy?" She nodded eagerly, but Crane continued. "Cum's your favourite flavour, isn't that right, sweetheart? You love it, you crave it, you even dream about it. And now it's right there, dripping away. What does that make you want to do?"

The dizzy Goblin didn't hold herself back. She stepped over to Vixen and opened wide, her lips latching onto the drippy tip of the Orc woman's cock. Her knees knocked together at the sensation, and she moaned with wild abandon.

"Feels good, sweetie?" Crane asked, thumbing one of her exposed nipples.

"Ngh...yes!"

A test, then. "And are you getting hard?"

She shook her head. "Clits don't get...ah!...hard. They stay soft and leak~"

Crane patted her head. "Good girl! You let your little nub dribble like a busted faucet into Morsel's mouth there. But what about your primary source of pleasure? What about this?" His hand slipped from her hair to her back, slid down its length to rest on her rather tight derriere.

"Wha...my...my behind?" she asked. "B-but I've never...I've never..." she trailed off, dizzy. Crane didn't know if it was the programming from the sexbot or if she really was an anal virgin, but in the end, it didn't matter.

"Of course, honey, of course. Don't you remember telling me that you'd always wanted to get fucked like that? How you feel so empty, so hollow, and so desperate for filling that it ached when you weren't stuffed with cock? How you'd stick your fingers in your ass and wish it was me. How you propositioned me, day after day, to take you like that and treat you like a dirty, shameless buttslut. You remember it all, don't you sweetheart?"

The glow in her eyes flashed as the password forced these new instructions to be sacrosanct truths in her corrupted memory banks. When her eyes return to solid colour, she let out a deep, base moan. Her previous enthusiasm became a pleading need for satiation.

"Honey," she said throatily, pulling her cheeks apart, "Please...I'm so empty...just this once?"

Lube was easy enough to find, blended in seamlessly in the background as the kitchen's dish soap. This was a place to fuck sex robots, after all. After a few trial inserts with his fingers, and some theatrical gasps from Vixen, he pulled down his fly and fished out his cock. It was difficult since he was already rock hard, but the merc found the dexterity he needed to reveal his full length. After all, it wasn't like he lacked for encouragement.

Sliding himself in was everything he could have asked for and more. The Orc clearly kept herself in impeccable physical shape, and he was finding out just what toned glutes and a healthy cardio regime can do to improve the experience. Without dislodging Morsel from her treat, he eased Vixen' forward and let him get a better grip on her hips. He slid as far as he could with a single rough thrust, feeling her cry out and tense around him. Then he eased up and found a rhythm they could both enjoy. She was more than happy to oblige. Whatever her previous experience with anal had been, she seemed to be an old pro at being on the bottom.

"Feels good to have one of you runner-types on the other end of my dick for once, stead of slipping through my fingers," he said through heavy breaths. If either had any idea what he was talking about, they seemed too distracted to make much mention. "Fuck you feel good. You want my spunk, don't you slut?" he asked, knowing the answer his spellbound submissive would give. Turning a rough and ready mercenary into his willing cumdump was almost too much to take on its own. Now he was going to give her what was probably her first creampie. She responded with pushing back on him in tandem with his thrusts, squeezing down at just the right moment to try and milk his cock dry.

"Oh yes honey, yes! I'm so empty without it!" she said without hint of shame or self-awareness. He rewarded her with an increase in pace and an open handed spank across her right asscheek. It elicited a squeak and a squeeze, two things he loved.

He was getting close. Way too much stimulation had brought him to the precipice in no time flat. And as much as he wanted to drag this out, he really had to report in at some point.

"Alright sweethearts, your husband is about to cum. And when he does, you'll cum too. Because you're both good girls, and good girls obey, right?"

"Yes!" they both confirmed, as if it were a question. With the programming in place, they'd do whatever he told them. And right now, he wanted them to cream themselves.

Without ceremony or warning, Crane erupted inside Vixen, coating her insides with thick seed until she could hold no more. An impossible amount of cum jetted into her ass, squirting out around the seal provided by his cock and getting all over his clothes and her bare skin. The orc came too, but her battered prostate gave up little more than what it had already spilled. A thin drooling of feminine juice slid down Morsel's throat, quickly disappearing. A pale shadow of what Crane shot out in a single flex of his cock. As was right. She was his wife, after all, and it wouldn't do to outshine her hubby! Morsel for her part squirted again, this time directed down her legs and pooling in a mixed puddle of carnality at her feet. She barely noticed, mentally locked on the spilt seed pulsing out in front of her.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end. With a last few thrusts to complete his orgasm, he withdrew, leaving behind a waterfall of spent semen. Morsel lost her interest in the tiny h'or d'oeuvre and started licking up the main course off the floor like a puppy cleaning up after a spill. Vixen settled down into a position on all fours, ass thrust upward, as if she was trying to hold onto the cum left inside her for as long as possible. Her contented smile was the picture of some moment of religious enlightenment. She had perfect clarity of who she was and what she wanted to be.

So it pained him to turn off the software keeping them slaved to the housewife sexbot personality. But he did...not before taking out an insurance policy by messing with their motor functions, at least temporarily. They both stopped, eyes wide, and looked confused around at their surroundings.

"Alright, I've shut down the programming. Take a moment for yourselves."

"You pig!" Morsel said. Vixen just stood up, violence in her eyes. But as quickly as she rose, she settled back down. Her limbs moved like she'd just left a coma: slow and rubbery and utterly unable to hold their own weight.

"Don't worry, just a bit of nerve pinching. It'll wear off by the time I'm gone. Just need to settle a few things: first, I'm taking the chip."

"Bastard!" the Orc seethed, but her arms failed her as she searched for the strength to grab his ankle, do anything at all to keep him from walking away.

"Oh come now, it could be worse. I'm not gonna call my pals on you, at least. You definitely paid for my silence, and a little extra. I'll say I caught the chip just as you were leaving here trying to crack it or something. So long as the corp gets it back, I doubt anyone will much care what happened to you two. You're free to fuck up another heist at another time. Hopefully one on the other side of town?" He laughed at his own words, further infuriating the already incandescent Vixen. It's not that he'd brainwashed them, it's that he was also a smug prick about it.

"I don't think we're quite in the mood for thanking you," Morsel said, almost as angry.

"That's fine, I don't mind. And as for the sexbot programming, don't worry. I sent a maintenance request to the main server. There should be a technician coming by to get you two sorted. I mean, even a place this low-rent has gotta have tech support on staff, right?" They both fumed, shouting angered invectives and telling him exactly where he could go. He chuckled. "Oh well, someone will find you eventually. Meantime, I've sure some low-rent scuzballs want to try out your services, and I got a story to tell my bosses. I'll see you around." He stepped toward the exit door, which vibrated and was replaced with the real exit door to the suite.

"You jerk! You won't get away with this!" Morsel shouted.

He paused. Perhaps one more little performance. "Oh, and sweethearts?"

The programming snapped back into place, giving both women's eyes that pink glow. Their dizzy smiles returned, anger vanishing in a flash of white teeth.

"Yes, honey?" they asked in unison.

"Vixen's hole is looking a little messy. Why don't you use that smart tongue of yours and clean it?"

Morsel giggled and nodded, crawling over on shaky limbs and motioned for Vixen to open her legs. The Orc did so gleefully, revealing her tiny clit and cum-drooling hole once more. Morsel wasted no time in pressing her face against her partner in crime, tongue sliding in to catch any drips of her favourite fluid that coated her nethers. Crane left, but the pair didn't notice. They were too busy obeying his last instructions. After all: good girls obeyed!