by EHY
Although that was not the only day when Henry left his new android in Passive mode all day, most of the time he left her relatively free. When laundry day came and Henry left Lianna in Natural mode as usual, Dianne anxiously waited for the time to do the laundry. She couldn't decide how she felt about the possibility of meeting Jerry again. On the one hand, she hoped he would be there. In Natural mode, she still might not be able to go to his apartment with him, but at least she should be able to talk to him like a person instead of a "Yes sir," "No sir," mindless robot. And then again, she might be able to go with him - she really wasn't sure, and Lianna wouldn't answer hypothetical questions for her. But on the other hand, she might go with him, might do things with him that Henry would kill her if he ever found out about - and she knew she could not keep a secret from him.
But evidently Jerry's habits were not as regular as that, for he did not visit the laundry room while Dianne was there, even though she did her best to stall and stay as long as she could. She supposed it had been too much to hope for that he would be there, but it was disappointing all the same - and also a relief, not to have to worry about what to say to him, or what not to say.
She did occasionally encounter other humans, of course. When she went shopping, she was surrounded by them, and occasionally one would speak to her. But since she was busy with the job of shopping, she could not stay and talk to any of them. She replied politely to their inquiries, but to anyone who tried to keep her she could only say, "I'm sorry, sir, but I must complete my tasks. Would you excuse me, please?"
Life - well, Henry's life, and her artificial existence - went on. Henry gave her new orders occasionally, adapting her behavior more precisely to his needs and desires. She noticed that he spent more and more evenings, especially on the weekend, away from home. She wondered whether he might have a girlfriend. He wouldn't necessarily tell her if he did. It seemed like she ought to be jealous... but then, she wasn't a real woman, was she? She was just Henry's android. It was good for him, wasn't it, for him to go out on a real date with a real woman. She wondered if he would sleep with her. At least he wouldn't turn her mind off first, if he did. Maybe she should be jealous.
One evening when she was at home alone, she was awakened from her stand-by mode by the phone. Henry had changed her orders recently, instructing her to answer the phone whenever it rang.
"Good evening, Mr. Saunders's residence," she sang.
"It's Henry. Put on a sexy outfit - something like what you wore two days ago - and meet me at this address." He read her an address on the edge of the town. "I've got the car, but you can take the bus, right?"
"Yes, sir," Lianna said, "I know the route. If it runs on time, I should be there by ten twenty-five."
"Good. Bring your remote control. I'll see you then," said Henry, and he hung up before Dianne could make up her mind to ask what was going on. He had never told her to meet him anywhere before.
Nevertheless, after much speculation, Lianna arrived at a small house with a neatly-kept yard. She wore a very skimpy black sleeveless dress with lacy edges that was barely decent without the matching cardigan she wore over it. A human dressed as she was would certainly be uncomfortably cold, although it had been warm enough for long enough for the winter snow to melt. Her hair was still tied back in her usual braid, though if she had had time to brush it out thoroughly she would have taken it out and let it hang loose. Henry seemed to consider it sexier that way.
When she rang the bell, the door was answered almost immediately by a tall, blond man wearing a tight sleeveless T-shirt and loose shorts. He looked to be in his late thirties, with a handsome, dignified face. Like Lianna, he had a green-glowing panel inset into the base of his neck, proclaiming him an android.
"Hello, Miss," the man greeted her in a deep voice. "Are you expected?"
"Yes, sir," she said. "My name is Lianna. My master told me to come here."
"Ah, come in. My name is Brice. I hope we get a chance to talk later, but right now our masters are waiting for us in the living room."
She followed the male android around a corner into a dimly-lit living room. Henry was just standing up from a couch, on which a woman a little younger than he remained seated. She had long, wavy red hair, and a face that would be pale if not for the coating of freckles. She was a little bit on the heavy side, but not too much so. Both of them were smiling, but... apprehensively? Brice stopped, and Lianna stood next to him.
"Lianna, this is Jean," Henry said to her. "Call her Mistress, and obey her orders as you would mine."
"Yes, Master," Lianna acknowledged. "Hello, Mistress."
Jean didn't answer her greeting. There was an awkward pause. Dianne didn't want to say anything else, not really knowing why she was here, or what was going on. She looked back and forth from Jean to Henry.
Henry turned to look at Jean, who returned his look. "I feel silly, Jean... are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Well, it can't hurt anybody," Jean said. "If we don't like it, we can tell them to stop, turn them off if we want, and... well, whatever," she concluded lamely.
What were they planning? Dianne wondered nervously. She turned to look at Brice. He was looking at her, and he didn't look confused. Did he already know what was going to happen? Or was he just not able to look confused? She didn't think this was a good time to ask.
Henry shrugged. "I guess so," he agreed. "It sounded like a good idea before, it just seems kind of... I don't know. You tell them what we want."
"Okay. Come back down here." Henry sat down next to the redheaded woman, who curled herself up against him. "Brice and Lianna," she said, "pretend Henry and I aren't here, but continue to obey our orders. Make love to each other. Do it as you would with a person you loved, start slow and work your way up."
Of all the things Dianne had thought Henry might have in mind, this was something she had never even considered! Make love to another android in front of Henry and his girlfriend? She had never in her life made love in front of others, or even been particularly affectionate. And she'd had no idea that Henry would want her to. And in Natural mode, no less! How could she do that? What did he want her to do?
But Lianna did not wait for Dianne to get over her confusion. She paused only briefly before turning to Brice with a shy smile on her face. The blond android tipped her face up toward his, and she looked into his eyes.
"I love you, Lianna," he said softly. And he bent down and kissed her, gently and tenderly on the lips. Dianne felt silly being part of such an artificial scene. Even if it weren't for Henry and Jean sitting there watching her, she didn't know Brice at all. She didn't even know if he had a mind! But she was allowed to hesitate only for a moment. Before Dianne's uncertainty could show, Lianna began to return Brice's kiss, as softly and lovingly as she had ever imagined kissing anyone. Although she was not at all sure how she should feel about kissing this stranger, she found her body beginning to respond to his loving touch, and as their lips parted she found herself wishing the kiss could continue.
Lianna spoke for her again: "I love you, Brice," she whispered, as they held each other close. His cheek, pressed against hers, seemed perfectly clean-shaven - or more likely, simply had no hair, as her own legs had none. She could feel Brice's manhood becoming aroused against her, and it excited her even more. Without thinking, she tried to raise her face to Brice's and kiss him again - and to her surprise, she was able to.
But of course, she realized suddenly - she was in Natural mode now! She had to obey Jean's order to make love to Brice, but she could do it herself, in her way, as she wanted to - as she was never allowed to do with Henry. At that realization, she took over the kiss for herself. Her programmed director offered no resistance as she kissed Brice hungrily, passionately, letting loose all the bottled-up arousal that Henry never let her release with him. She reached out and took him in her arms, holding him close against her, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders and back.
Eventually the kiss had to end, but she continued to hold Brice close, her hands and lips roaming over his firm body, as his fingers toyed with hers.
Her dreamy reverie was interrupted by a voice from the sofa. "Lianna, take off your top."
Lianna raised her hands to obey, but Henry's voice interrupted. "No, don't. Let Brice undress you. Brice, undress Lianna."
Dianne didn't see how Jean reacted, but there seemed to be no objection. Brice took a half step back, and while Dianne didn't look away from his eyes, she felt his hands expertly unbuttoning her cardigan, and lifting it off of her shoulders. She lowered her hands for a moment so the cardigan could slide down her arms, then raised them again to Brice's face, and traced his tenderly smiling lips. He stepped closer to her again then, to reach around her and unzip her black dress. Her wide hips still held the tight fabric up, though, until Brice ran his hands slowly down her ribs, gathering the fabric as he went, and stretched it past her bare hips. As usual, she wore no undergarments. She tried to step out of her sandals, but Lianna wouldn't let her - she realized Henry had told her to let Brice undress her, and that must include removing her shoes. She did step backward out of the pool of black dress crumpled around her feet, though, giving Brice room to bend down and remove her sandals himself, as she raised each foot for him.
Now she was completely nude. She struck a pose for a moment, letting Brice look her bare body over. After a good long look, he seemed about to take her in his arms again until Jean's voice interrupted.
"Lianna, undress Brice now." Jean's voice sounded a little weak - from excitement? Or perhaps from whatever Henry was doing to her. Dianne tried to turn and look, but Lianna would not let her.
Instead, she reached for the bottom of Brice's T-shirt. Smiling coyly into his eyes, she raised the shirt up, enjoying the feel of his bare, muscled chest as she went. He raised his arms for her so she could remove the shirt, and she impulsively leaned forward to kiss his chest twice, once on each side. Then she reached down and undid the knot in the drawstring of his shorts, and lowered them and his briefs down his legs. They caught for a moment, until she lifted the waistband of his briefs around his swollen penis. He was already unshod, but he lifted each foot for her to remove his socks. Then he too was as naked as she was. Even without her programmed enhancement, she could tell he was quite a good-looking man - as attractive in his way as Lianna was in hers.
Then they were in each other's arms again, kissing, touching, caressing, and loving. Dianne lost herself in sheer pleasure, the pleasure that Henry always turned her mind off before she could feel. She heard Henry and Jean speak from time to time, but she paid them no attention. If they gave her orders, she was sure she would obey them, and if not, she was more interested in Brice and the feelings he was arousing in her than in anything they might be doing. Eventually she realized she was on the floor, with Brice on top of her. She took him inside her, and did for him what she had no memory of having done before in this body - this lovely, wonderful, sexy body she now had.
She lost count of how many times they made love. Sometimes Brice was on top, sometimes she was on top, and sometimes they used positions that had no top. Neither of them seemed to grow tired for hours.
At some point it occurred to Dianne that Brice was no longer participating in their love-making. He had stopped moving some time ago, she realized, but she had continued to stroke and kiss and tease him, and please herself with his unmoving body. In fact, she was still doing so, kissing his chest while his body remained rigid beneath her. His neck panel was now slowly blinking green, instead of the solid glow she had noticed when she first saw him. She stopped.
"Brice?"
"Yes, Lianna. I hit my low-power warning about fifteen minutes ago." Brice's lips barely moved as he spoke. "I told you before, but I don't think you heard me."
She giggled softly. "I didn't." She began fondling him again.
"You can stop that now," he said, sounding a little annoyed.
But it hadn't been Dianne's idea to start again. "No, I can't," Dianne said. "Jean told me to make love to you, and nobody told me to stop when you did."
"Oh, boy," Brice said. She got the feeling his eyes would have rolled if they'd been able.
"I wouldn't think you'd mind," Dianne teased. "Having a beautiful sex-android girl making love to you all night..."
"I thought you must be a sex model," Brice commented. "You've got much better techniques than I do, even with the Mistress's upgrades. And more enthusiasm than I expected."
"So what's wrong with that?" Dianne asked, wondering how exactly it could have been better if Brice had been a sex android. She began rubbing her cheek against Brice's hand, which was frozen sticking up in a convenient position.
"Well, I don't want to offend you - you are a real person in there too, aren't you? A donated personality?"
"Yes, I am. What's wrong, Brice?"
"Well, so am I. And it's nothing to do with you, I'm sure you were wonderful, but... well, I'm just not that excited by women. I'm gay."
Dianne couldn't help bursting out laughing. She was sure that if Lianna hadn't forced her to remain quiet, she would have laughed loudly enough to wake Henry and Jean, no matter how far away they might have gone.
When the laughter subsided, she pressed her cheek against Brice's motionless chest. "I'm sorry, Brice. I just can't believe that I just had -"
Lianna stopped her voice.
(What?!) she demanded silently.
(This unit may not compare men's sexual performances.)
(Oh, geez.)
"- incredibly good sex with a man who doesn't even like women. You certainly fake it well."
"I'm programmed to," Brice said. "Just wait till you're told to make love to a woman. Or are you bisexual?"
"No... or at least, I wasn't. I guess it might be fun to try. But I'm sorry. I really put a lot more into last night than I had to. If I'd known, I... I guess I wouldn't have."
"Don't worry about it," Brice said. "Mistress often makes me have sex with her. She says-" Brice paused for a moment, and Dianne guessed he had tried to say something his director objected to. "-she likes an older-looking man. I've gotten used to it."
"Oh," Dianne said. Her body began squirming pleasantly along Brice's again. Dianne realized she was starting to make love to him once more. Much as she knew she would enjoy it, she nevertheless held back, trying to satisfy her need to obey Jean's order by more vigorously caressing and kissing Brice's chest, neck, and face. Evidently that was sufficient, for Lianna allowed her to do that.
"You know, I've never met another Donated Personality before," she said in between kisses. "Or at least, I've never talked to one."
"Neither have I," Brice said. "I was looking forward to meeting you."
"You knew about me?" Dianne asked.
"Your master told my mistress about you. She asked me if I wanted to meet you. I hope that's not how she got the idea of putting us together like this, though."
"Well, if it is, then thank you," Dianne said sincerely. Lianna took that as a cue to kiss Brice on the lips. Dianne thought she could probably have diverted the kiss, but decided not to. "I'm really happy to meet you, and... well, everything else I did with you."
"I'm glad I met you too," Brice said. "Hey, how much longer until your battery runs down? You've been at least as active as I was."
"I don't know," Dianne answered. She never knew her own battery status, though if Henry asked about it, Lianna would answer for him. She had hoped Brice would get a real answer too, but apparently Lianna didn't care to answer a mere android's questions. "But whenever I run out of power I shut down completely. How come you can still talk?"
"I don't know, I just do. I guess Mistress configured me to save some power to obey any orders she wants to give me before I shut down. I probably won't last much longer anyway."
Dianne nodded. Then she realized that she was moving up his body again, feeling his erect, damp organ slide down her waist toward her sex. She tried to stop, but this time Lianna would not allow her to delay any longer. "I think it's time to make love to you again," she said.
"It's okay," Brice said. "I know you have to obey your orders. Don't worry about holding back. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. That's what I'm for, after all."
"Thank you," she gasped, as with a burst of sensation, she felt herself move over Brice's organ and carefully take it inside her. She began to move up and down upon him, feeling the excitement and pleasure build once more...
"My battery is almost out of power," Lianna announced in a calm, emotionless voice. "I will shut down all functions in ten seconds. If you need help replacing or recharging my battery, please consult my owner's guide."
"No, not now!" Dianne cried, not quite on the verge of orgasm yet.
"Good night, Lianna," Brice said.
IPM Android S/N EN-T-05-A147 (Lianna) Deactivation (Automatic, Low Power)
IPM Android S/N EN-T-05-A147 (Lianna) Activation (Natural mode)
She was lying awkwardly on her back, feeling chilly, exposed, and horny. Jean was looking down at her over her remote control, wearing a casual outfit. Dianne could see bright afternoon through the windows, but her lover of the previous night was nowhere to be seen.
"Clean yourself up and get dressed," Jean ordered off-handedly, putting down her remote on an end table.
"Yes, Mistress," Lianna acknowledged, collecting her clothes.
For an android, she really was a mess, she realized when she reached the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was more tangled than she could ever recall it being before. Plenty of synthetic semen had dried on her lower body. At least she didn't have to worry about streaked makeup or bags under her eyes, she thought.
Once she was clean, dressed, and presentable, she emerged from the bathroom to find Henry and Jean locked in close embrace. They must have gone off to bed themselves last night while she was busy with Brice. The blond android stood by patiently, though he nodded at Lianna when she appeared. He was dressed in a servant's slacks, shirt, and vest. Evidently he had been reactivated first. Jean must only have one charger, or else she had a spare battery for Brice. She returned the android's silent greeting with a smile. Even after a long full night of sex, she wished she could be with him again. Perhaps she would be, she thought, observing her master and Brice's mistress.
The two humans parted with expressions of love. Dianne paid them little attention, watching Brice instead. But after his first nod at her, Brice had returned his attention to his mistress, largely ignoring Lianna.
Dianne was jerked from her admiration by her master's voice. "Come on, Lianna," he said, leading her out. Lianna would not let her say good-bye to Brice.
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