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Another orgasm built, this one had her squeezing her pussy around the unit as her belly tightened and her legs trembled. The force of the contractions stole her breath, had her writhing on the bed leaving her all twisted in the coverlet. After they stopped, she lay there shuddering for long minutes, her pussy still tingly and warm even after she’d shut the dildo off.
Wow. For such a small unit this thing is amazing
.

She closed her eyes for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow.

The door opened and she startled awake. Everett popped his head in. She looked down, saw herself mostly uncovered, and gulped.

Everett grinned. “Oh, I see you found my penis.”

Her heart stopped. She felt the burn from the blush all the way to the top of her head.

“I’m glad. I would have forgotten it and I really do like to keep all my parts intact.” He held out his hand.

She glanced at it dumbfounded, wondering what the correct protocol might be. Should she wipe it off? “Um….” She swabbed it with the bedspread.

“Here.” Everett reached down and plucked it out of her hand. Then he unzipped his pants, inserted the unit, turned it counter-clockwise, and snapped it into place. He zipped his pants up and stood by the door. “We’ve got to go. It’s not safe here anymore. Get dressed.”

He leaned halfway out the door and paused, sticking his head back into the room. “I hope it helped you relax.” He winked.

She stared at his backside in horror as he left. Then she pulled the covers up around herself and sat there blinking, wondering how she’d make it through the day knowing she’d basically fucked a mechanoid’s detached penis and absolutely loved it.
This is so wrong, but it felt so right
.

Everett had a spring in his step and a smile plastered on his face a mile wide. He’d had sex with a woman. Well, his penis had, but his brain had a hard-wired attachment to his dick. He’d felt every minute of being inside her as her pussy clenched around him, experienced her smoothness and her moisture. And he’d wanted more. He’d simply been too shocked to ask for it. But the strange sense of relief washing over him afterward had allowed his brain to settle down and get back to work. He didn’t know what to call it, but the intense pleasure had almost fried his circuits.

He’d kissed her, too. Her lips were soft succulent pillows he wanted to taste and nibble on again. As soon as she emerged from the room he would…. No, not yet. Danger lurked. He needed to put his new-found libido on hold and get them back to Security Core before indulging his passionate fantasies. But the Emo upgrade made it so hard to wait.

He sighed when she appeared fully dressed once more. Oh, he had the pictures of her lying nude on the bed clasping his cock on instant replay. He had a feeling he’d recall them at least a hundred times an hour today. “Are you ready to go?”

She rubbed her eyes, maybe hiding behind her hands a little. Her face still bore a reddish tint he found quite endearing. “Why are we leaving?”

“We’ll be safer at Security Core and intelligence says Blackler has cast a city-wide net for us. He’s methodically closing in on our location. The sooner we move the better.”

“Who’s Blackler?”

“A former Security Core operative.” She raised her eyebrows and he nodded. “He used to work with your father, but his mechanoid design tastes ran more toward weapons than humanitarian pursuits. They parted ways years ago.”

“He’s the one who wants the info my dad sent?”

He saw the gears turning in her head, probably trying to decipher where the info might be physically located on her person. He had no idea either, but it was interesting to watch her try. In fact, he’d volunteer to help her with a full body visual scan.
Oops. Better focus on the job
. “Yes. Come.” He held out a hand and she took it. His heart fluttered at the touch.

Sam sighed. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

His scanner told him the tunnel was clear. The hovercraft waited for them on the rooftop of the Clearstrum Building. He just needed to get them there alive. To make things easier on both of them, he plucked her off her feet and swung her into his arms. The scent of her hair reminded him of her other scents–such as the one currently clinging to his penis–and he went hard again with a groan.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

He quirked an eyebrow wondering if she’d noticed his erection. “You’re not heavy, Samantha. Besides, it’s easier this way.” He indulged in a sniff of her hair before barreling into the darkness. Thump, thump, thump. His footsteps echoed through the empty chamber. They reached the end of the tunnel in seconds. Above, anything could be waiting in the open streets they needed to traverse. Or anyone. He activated all weapons systems to standby mode. “Ready. Let’s go.”

They exited the tunnel into a traffic jam. Wall-to-wall grounded hovercars blanketed the street from end to end. He started walking in between the vehicles, ears pricked for any unusual sound. His instincts were correct. A car squealed to a stop at the end of the long line of cars behind them. He heard a door open and glanced back. Two street-issue mechanoids dressed in black got out and charged after them, weapons hot and drawn.

He folded Sam into a tighter ball, sheltering as much of her body with his as he could, and ran. Shots zinged over his shoulders and pelted his back. In his arms, Sam jerked. He did a quick scan but she wasn’t hurt. He thanked the maker for his harder-than-titanium protective metal shell and ran faster.

His foot landed on the vehicle to the left and he bounced off it as the rear window shattered from a pistol blast. He tracked over the top and hood of another and then rebounded, running a zigzag pattern. The shots followed his every move. He scanned up looking for a safe place to jump but found nothing. They would have to outrun them.

He sped up his steps, his attention so focused reaching the end of the long line of cars he almost didn’t hear the whine of the hover engine descending. But his sensors picked up the floating object. It swooped down the alley ahead of them and hovered, blocking their path. He braced to a stop and looked down at Sam’s worried face. “Stay down,” he told her, and set her aside in a small alcove.

His defensive tactical program initiated. He put in a call for backup and stayed close to Sam. He yanked the driver’s side door off the nearest hovercar and put it in front of her as a shield.

“Get out,” he told the stunned occupants. They fled. He grabbed the vehicle and ripped it in two. He tossed one half toward the goons and the other at the ship. The goons easily jumped out of the way. He’d anticipated their reflexive moves and blanketed the area with laser fire from his forearm implants. He managed to damage one thug, but only nicked the other who backed off a ways leaving him some room.

The hovercraft decimated the debris of the wrecked vehicle then focused its weapons on him. Without thinking he jumped and caught the edge of the ship with his hand. The craft dipped with his added weight but kept hovering. He dangled off the front end and used his free hand to smash the nearest weapon port. The metal crumpled under his fist rendering the openings useless. But before he could destroy the next port the ship spun. He lost his grip and tumbled off.

He landed with a thud against the building sheltering Sam. The craft’s engine whined as its weapon ports opened and prepared to fire. He took a millionth of a second to shake his head and clear his gears, then dove for Samantha, swept her up and ran.

The hovercraft fired at his backside, spraying bullets at his legs. The casings splintered and cracked, shedding bits of his skin and outer casing on the pavement. He couldn’t keep going much longer without sustaining internal damage to his leg structure. He needed an escape.

A Security Core craft descended in the intersection, weapons firing. Everett headed straight for its safety at a dead run. At the end of the street he jumped, grasped the bar at the bottom of the landing gear and held on. “Go.”

“Roger.” The pilot eased the craft up and away, still firing.

Everett held Sam tight as she screamed in his ear. With her warm body pressed so close, her scream sounded like music. He felt it vibrate through her entire body, much as her orgasm had last night. Oh yes, he’d heard her. He’d wanted so badly to join her it had ached. But then he’d remembered the Emo upgrade. His new-found desire was only part of the rescue plan. Besides, as an android what did he know about making love? But the fact even a small part of him had been the instrument of her pleasure made his heart squeeze with pride. Joy nearly short-circuited his wiring. He wanted to give her the same kind of pleasure every single day and night.

The image of her naked body clutching his detachable cock flashed through his mind about a hundred times on the ten second flight to the Clearstrum Building. And about a hundred more as he flew them to Security Core. Luckily for him, his multi-tasking skills were functioning normally.

After they landed he emerged from the craft to take her inside. She tumbled like a tired kitten from the passenger side door and he caught her in his arms. He lifted her still-shaking form and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re safe now, Samantha. You’re with me.”

She sighed and he took the sound as an affirmative she agreed. Wearing a wide grin, he strode confidently through the familiar labyrinth of Security Core a changed man. He’d saved her. Saved Samantha Gold and had sex with her in the process. He was no longer a virgin mechanoid. And he was in love.

“You stupid idiot. Why didn’t you grab her?”

“But boss, the pilot said he had it handled. He wanted to take out the mechanoid first.”

“And who do you take your orders from, him or me?” Blackler glared at the giant feeble-brained mechanoid in front of him. “What do I have to do to make myself clear? I want the girl. Dead or alive.” He cracked his knuckles. “Dead is always less of a problem.”

He watched the readout tracking the hovercraft. It had parked inside Security Core and not come out, leaving him only one other way to get what he wanted. And he detested the thought.

“Should I go after them?”

“No.” Blackler walked to the mirror on the wall and stared at his reflection. “You’ve bungled this so badly I’m going to have to finish it myself.” He swept a hand over his jet-black hair. “Did you bring the sample I asked for?”

“Yes.” The henchman held out a hand. In his palm he held a shiny metal piece the size of a data chip.

“Good.” Blackler took the metal bit, held it over the scanner and waited. The computer identified it as Agent 696683. He pulled up the schematics from the database. Basic model. Probably with some current weapons enhancements. He activated several areas on the screen and downloaded the data through a backdoor hack he’d set up eons ago. The computer computed and compiled for several minutes before spitting out a chip. He took it, rolled down his cuff, opened the secret compartment in his wrist and slid it inside.

As he watched in the mirror his skin began to change….

“Boss?”

He drew a super-charged magnetic phase pistol–one of his special projects–from his inside coat pocket, spun and shot the thug right in his neural processing cortex. The hired mechanoid’s system fried and he dropped to the floor. “Sorry, but you’re fired.”

Muttering to himself, he strode out the door and back to the one place he hated most of all. The scene of his greatest failure.

“All warfare is based on deception.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

“What is it?” Sam asked, staring at the too-bright lights above her.

Alex folded his arms and rocked back on his heels. “We think it’s either a special code of some kind or a small encapsulation of his work. Either way it’s something he felt too important to let die with him.”

Samantha scrunched up her face. “But why’d he send it to
me
? I don’t want anything to do with his work. He
knows
how I feel.” The thought of her father messing with her brain via long distance and without her consent gave her the heebee-jeebees. Especially since the man was now dead. A cold sensation stole through her and she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

Everett turned and glanced at her from the next medical bed.

She shook her head. No, she didn’t need him to protect her right now. She needed answers, but was afraid to hear them.

“Maybe he thought the information would be safer with you since you are anti-tech. He could have thought it would never come to light.” Alex walked over to the monitor and punched a few keys. “If you prefer we leave the information intact we can, but we cannot guarantee your safety.”

Everett looked at her again, his eyes piercing. She had no doubt Everett would protect her with his life, but did she want him to? She could still hardly look at him without blushing knowing what he hid inside his pants….

“On the other hand, maybe it’s a happy birthday card or a personal message to you, Miss Gold. We have no way of knowing until we activate the transceiver and download the data.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting up straight. “Let’s do this. Let’s get this over with. I want to go back to my life on the farm.” She purposefully did not look at Everett.

“All right. Lie down on the bed and we’ll start the scan.”

She lay back and tried to relax, but she worried about having a secret data storage compartment in her brain. It made her feel…less human. More like Everett.
Oh damn. No, don’t think about him
. But he’d looked pretty bad when they got to Security Core. His back and his legs were all shot full of holes and laser burns riddled his clothes and exposed skin. She shuddered thinking he’d suffered through all that abuse for her. To bring her to safety. She might as well go through with this, even if she didn’t want to receive anything from her father regarding his work.

“We’ve located the receiver. It’s here.” Alex pointed at the screen. “Once we isolate the frequency we’ll be able to access the data.”