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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 19

“You look lovely in that costume my dear.” Don Prima said with a slight slur in his voice. In one hand he held a martini, the cause of his minor speech impediment, and in the other hand he held the buxom ass of the young lady he was attempting to romance. She giggled nervously and perhaps a little flattered, which Don took as a good sign. “In fact, you remind me of a certain intern I knew once...” laughed Don, playing off the costume he was wearing. There was a lot about the forty-second president of the United States that Don could identify with, not the least of which was his taste in women. It was a pretty easy costume to fix up too... he had plenty of nice suits, some white spray-in hair colouring, and if he hadn't picked up a decent girl halfway through the night he could even go grab his saxophone and play a short solo. That always works.

“I keep hearing that the real party is upstairs though... any chance you could take me up there?” the girl purred, fluttering her eyes in Don's direction. Don laughed a little, and gave her ass a sharp squeeze. “Well you've already passed the first test... you found out about it. It's supposed to be a secret.” whispered Don, leaning his face in closer to hers. “First test? Then what's the second?” she asked, her nose wrinkling at the proximity of Don's martini-breath. “You gotta be able to fit all of this...” Don took her hand and placed it on his crotch “...into your mouth. Think you're up to the challenge?”

She giggled a little and tried to pull away, looking nervously over her shoulder. Don just flashed her a confident grin, and whispered “Meet me in the bathroom in fifteen minutes, and we'll see. I've got to go play host a little while longer.” With another quick swat to her bottom, Don walked off to greet more party guests and survey the eligible ladies. He had liked the look of, of... whatever her name was. Maybe Becky? Well anyway, Becky was pretty hot, but there was always the possibility of finding someone better. Perhaps one that wasn't looking to sleep her way to the “private club” on the second floor. Don took a quick survey of the main hall, getting his bearings through the cloud of drunkenness he was experiencing.

Right now he was in the large central parlor room of the ground floor, where the bulk of the party was situated. All around him swarmed party guests, dressed as all manner of monsters, celebrities, and pop culture icons. At one end of the room a space had been cleared as a dance floor, where Ginger, Posh and Sporty Spice danced with half the cast of the “A-team” to the club music being spun by an amateur DJ dressed as a Grim Reaper. The usual mix of pop music like Chip Skylark and Britney Britney was complimented by the hard rock of “Ember”, many of who's songs had a decidedly Halloween-y tone to them. Elsewhere people were admiring the many Halloween decorations, or passing through the “haunted hallway”, a darkened alcove where guests could touch bowls of peeled grapes or raw chicken and be told they were “eyeballs” and “brains”. No one was actually scared of course, but it was a convenient place for two people to duck into for a quick make out and fondling session. Which seemed even more juvenile considering what was going on upstairs.

It was a well known “secret” at Tremorton high that Don Prima always reserved some special entertainments for the elite few, the crème de la crème. Really it was mostly just underage drinking, but why ruin the mystery for those outside the inner circle? Don allowed some light drug use up there as well, though that wasn't something Don ever provided for guests. Plausible deniability, and all that. There real excitement of the second floor came from what the guests themselves brought; over the years, a sort of swingers' club had developed. Don remembered that it had started out as a game of strip poker, descended into booze-fueled group sex, and become a tradition ever since then. And of course, each party the guests demanded things be kept interesting, new and titillating. And that's why Don Prima's parties had become so famous... Don could deliver exactly the sort of thrills his guests were looking for.

Seeking out the largest gathering of single females, Don stepped down into a lowered section of the room where a trio of couches circled around a coffee table and faced a large plasma screen television, where a rented DVD of “Mysterious mysteries” was playing but largely ignored. All eyes were instead on Jenny Wakeman and her new boyfriend the Silver Shell. Silver Shell had lately become a local celebrity and town hero in his own right (even while under the shadow of the much more accomplished Jennifer Wakeman) and while a couple of the girls seemed mildly interested in him, most were instead fawning over Jenny's obviously pregnant belly and gushing over the prospect of her imminent baby. “Does it kick? Can I feel it kick?” “When are you due?” “do you know if it's going to be a boy or a girl?” Jenny answered each question in turn, quite enjoying being the center of attention. “I'll be happy so long as it has all it's gears in the right place.” beamed Jenny, patting her stomach with motherly pride. With a sudden start, Jenny gasped and pulled the hands of her admirers against her pregnant swelling. “Girls, girls, quick! Feel here... the baby is welding!”

While the crowd of teen girls oohh'd and ahh'd at the small amount of heat and light that managed to filter through Jenny's skin and the material of her costume, Sheldon looked on dispassionately. In his lap he held a bowl filled with Halloween treats, none of which he could eat. “Boy, I'd kill to be able to taste chocolate again. You really don't know what you've got till it's gone.” Turning to face Jenny he asked “Is there such as thing as... I dunno, robot candy?”

Jenny shrugged. “Don't think so. Why, is candy good?”

Silver Shell just groaned, looking forlornly at the bowl of treats. Don was quickly getting bored with this... he had invited Jenny in the hopes that she might get into another fight, or drunk or find some reason to strip out of her clothes again. Where was Brittany Crust, anyway? If anyone could get a rise out of Jenny, it would be her. Scanning the crowds, Don couldn't find any trace of the girl. Pteresa, Jantrice, potted plant, Stephanie, dude dressed as the Crimson Chin, window, Jaso...Ahhh!

Don let out a surprised yelp and nearly spilled his drink when he spotted someone lurking in the bushes outside the house, a sinister hockey mask and wicked looking knife pressed up against the glass of the window. “You alright Don?” asked Silver Shell, seeing the frightened look on his face. Don glanced over at Silver Shell, then back to the window, and the terror-inducing image was gone. Never mind, the combination of drinking and Halloween wasn't always the best thing for his nerves. Don waved it off. “Nothing, nothing. Too many teen-slasher flicks. I'm gonna keep moving though, I don't want to think about all this maternity stuff.”

Continuing his search for Brit Crust, Don headed to another part of his house. He was just about finished the ground floor when he made his way into the kitchen and spotted Brit's cousin Tiffany. This raised Don's hopes, as where ever Tiff was Brit could be sure to be close by. Cautiously he crept up closer to the girl and the young man she was conversing with, attempting to eavesdrop for the fun of it.

“So then, why haven't you told your aunt and uncle about any of this yet? They might be able to get her some help, you know, in an institution or something.” suggested the boy Tiff was with, whom Don now recognized as Brad Carbunkle. Tiff looked doubtful. “Nahh, they wouldn't never believe me. I'm not the 'favorite'” Tiff scoffed. Brad looked doubtful, and Tiff decided to explain. “You ever wonder why Brit and me is so diffr'nt, even though we's cousins?” Brad shrugged, never having given it much thought before. Taking a breath, Tiff started into her story.

“My mom was the younger sister a' Brit's dad. They weren't much alike. The Crust family started out over in Britain, part a' the reason why we've got so much connections in the fashion world. Brit's dad was the 'good son', always studyin' and learnin' howta be snobby, like he was supposed to. He eventually took a tour of Egypt as part of his archaeological research, where he met Brit's mom and got even more rich by finding a buncha ancient treasure in some tomb.”

“My mom, on the other hand, got into the whole brit-punk counterculture thang. When she got knocked up by one of her rocker friends the family disowned her, and she moved to America with my pop. Dad took off when his music career didn't, and mom and I had to live in a pretty crappy part of town.”

“I was about four years old when Brit's family moved to Tremorton to settle in. My mom heard about it, and sent me over here to live with them. See, she wanted me to have a better childhood then she was capable of givin', cause we were always so poor. Somehow mom convinced Brit's folks to take me in, and they raised me like I was Brit's little sister. But I ain't ever lost th' accent I picked up in the ghetto, and Brit and her parents ain't ever let me forget where I come from neither.” Tiff halted abruptly, noticing Don Prima listening intrusively a step behind Brad. “Excuse me, can I help you?” Tiff snapped sarcastically at him.

“Yes, hello there Tiff darling.” greeted Don, “I was looking for your cousin Brit and wondered if you knew where she might be?”

Tiff shrugged “I dunno, I didn't come with her this year.”

Don looked surprised at this turn of events. He'd never known the Crust cousins to go anywhere apart before. Maybe this could be a good thing... although Don had been looking forward to his usual tryst with Brit, without her around to be overprotective of her younger cousin Don might be able to score with Tiff instead. And that was definitely an ass he'd like to tap. “May I say you look lovely tonight Tiff. The costume really shows off the 'junk in your trunk', as they say. You're dressed as...?”

“Tomb Raider.” Tiff growled, not at all amused by Don's rather insulting attempt to seduce her. She reached out and noticeably took Brad's hand in her own, hoping Don would pick up on this unsubtle hint before he said something that would make Tiff punch his lights out. Thankfully, he seemed to get the picture. “Oh, you two are...?” Brad grinned proudly, answering “Yeah, we are.” while giving Tiff's hand a squeeze. Don, losing none of his enthusiasm, elbowed Brad with a chuckle and a drunken smirk “Guess I'll see you two later tonight then. You want her back side or front? Ha!”

Tiff's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and Brad managed to catch her just as she wound up to deliver a haymaker to Don's paunch. “Tiff, Tiff, wait, let's just, c'mon, wait, Tiff!” Brad stalled, struggling to forcibly keep his date under control as Don Prima sauntered off elsewhere, utterly oblivious to the beating he was just narrowly saved from. Needing to get Tiff's mind onto something else, Brad lead her out of the kitchen, seeking a distraction elsewhere in the party. “Come on Tiff, let's see what's out here... uh-oh.”

Stepping out of the kitchen, Brad spotted Jenny and Sheldon from across the lounge and ducked back the way he came. Tiff's anger was replaced by confusion. “Whatsa matter, I thought you'd wanna talk to your friends?”

Brad's apprehension remained unchanged. “I haven't talked to either of them since Jenny and I broke up. And I don't know what's gonna happen now. I still want to be friends with Jenny, but, y'know... stuff was said.” Brad shifted in place nervously, and Tiff crossed her arms over her chest, frowning. “Well you're gonna hafta talk ta her sometime. You want me to go out there and say sum'thin?”

“No!” gasped Brad, seizing Tiff before she could walk away. “Look, I just need a little time to get my head in order, ok? Figure out who needs to apologize for what. For now, could we just go somewhere they won't bump into us?” Tiff thought about that, hesitant to suggest it but, well... “I could take you upstairs, if ya want...” At least it would get her away from Don Prima, as he seemed to be cruising exclusively on the first floor for now. She had also been hoping she would get some alone time with Brad tonight, so perhaps they could find some privacy up there as well.

Brad agreed, his curiosity about what was up on the second floor showing in his voice. As Tiff lead them both up the staircase she tried to prepare her date for what they would see. “So, it might be kinda a shock to see some of the stuff goin' on up there. I know it was for me. But if you want we can just-” Tiff was interrupted by a burly bouncer on Prima's payroll shoving a hand in Tiff face and blocking her ascent. “Private party toots. Invitation only.” he growled, not even bothering to check the list. Tiff was already aggravated from Don Prima's chauvinism, and released her pent up aggression in the form of a swift stiff boot to the bouncer's crotch, which resounded with an audible crunch and dropped the flunkie straight to the ground. His voice strained with pain, the guard did his best to maintain decorum “Oh, Ms. Crust. *cough cough* I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. Please *cough* go right up.”

Tiff and Brad stepped over the fallen bouncer and continued climbing the stairs. “Sorry you had to see that.” apologized Tiff, though Brad wasn't at all put off. “Are you kidding?” he asked with a wide grin “I think I'm even more attracted to you then I was before.” Tiff giggled and felt herself blush a little. Normally Brit would've told her to act 'ladylike' during a social function like this. Brad's approval was a welcome breath of fresh air, and once again Tiff felt like she could actually be herself around him. Reaching the second floor, Tiff closed the distance between herself and Brad, pressing her body affectionately against his. Unfortunately, Brad's attention was currently elsewhere.

“Holy...” Brad breathed, taking in the decadence of the upper level. The Halloween decorations were few and far between, so as not to cover up the fine quality of the furnishings. A large stone fireplace dominated one side of the spacious room, in front of which a few guests were sipping brandy as they conversed and poked the sizable fire. Individual partygoers passed between a few small clusters that had formed, thick, soft carpet cushioned every step they took. Against one wall there was an open bar where guests could request whatever drink they preferred, and nearby a professional looking game of poker was being played, the stakes clearly high. Overall, Brad thought it had an atmosphere somewhere between a modern casino and a 19th century gentleman's club, except for one very important difference. The second floor seemed to be “clothing optional”.

And more then just that, observed Brad as he gawked at some of the passing females, their bare breasts jiggling with each step. The majority of the party guests up here weren't merely naked, but were actually engaged in sexual activities. Only one couple had gone so far as to actually start fucking in public (and even then, the guy had pressed his girl up against the wall so all anyone could see was her spread legs and his naked butt humping back and forth) but almost everyone was involved with some kind of casual foreplay. There were some Halloween costumes up here as well, though they were all of an overly provocative nature; on first glance Brad could spot three devil-girls, a “wicked witch” that had traded the warty nose and green skin for thigh-high striped stockings and a garter belt, and even Elvira (or was it Morticia Adams?) who had her breasts bared and giggled as she was felt up by a pair of curious teenage boys. Brad was stunned. Not only at the raw hedonism on display, but by the fact that most of these people he recognized from his high school. Everyone up here was clearly in the “in” crowd, but he'd never guessed that kids he'd sat next to in math class by day would be kissing and licking, groping and sucking each other by night!

A slight pressure against his chin brought Brad out of his trance. It wasn't until Tiff had forcibly closed his mouth for him that Brad had even realized his jaw had been hanging open the entire time he ogled the scantily clad females. “aheh heh, sorry.” he muttered apologetically, while Tiff just looked at him with equal parts scorn and amusement. “A little much eh? An' the party hasn't even gotten started yet.” she claimed nonchalantly. As Brad still seemed too overwhelmed Tiff took his hand and led him over to the bar, ordering them both a rum & coke.

Fortified by his shot of liquor Brad managed to settle himself down and actually start to grow accustomed to the bawdy scene. Tiff sipped her drink, her mood remaining rather dour. Noticing, Brad leaned himself in closer to her and tried to get her to lighten up a bit. “So, you come here often?” he asked sarcastically, feigning an overused pickup line to try to get his date to smile. Instead, Tiff responded genuinely, “Yeah, unfortunately. More'n I'd like to.”

This caught Brad a little by surprise. Tiff, along with her cousin Brit were well known around Tremorton as the hippest socialites in the city. Brad had figured that Tiff spent most nights out at Don Prima's, happily living it up with all her party friends. Tiff noticed Brad's look of confusion, and clarified “This scene was really Brit's thing, not mine. I ain't boy-crazy like she is.” Before he could inquire further however, a delicate hand touched his shoulder. Brad spun his gaze around to face a pretty young girl with a sultry smile, costumed as a vampiress with a neckline that plunged past her midriff. “I haven't seen you here before.” she stated prettily, “Wanna dance with me?”

“Well, I'd like to, but,” Brad stalled, before being saved by Tiff loudly clearing her throat. “A-hem.” She coughed, catching the girl's attention. The menacing glare Tiff gave her left no doubt about the situation. “Oh, sorry Tiff. I... I didn't know...” the girl apologized, clearly afraid of Tiff, before retreating back to the dance floor. Brad was impressed once again, and flattered that girls were, to some extent, fighting over him. He sensed Tiff wasn't as amused though, and the interested looks he was drawing from other girls in the room (and a couple of boys as well, he noted with a shiver) let him know it was likely to happen again. “Maybe we should try to find somewhere a little more private.” Brad suggested, which Tiff seemed pleased to hear. After knocking to make sure it was unoccupied, the pair ducked into one of the many guest rooms that had been set aside for couples seeking some time alone together.

Closing the door behind them and following Tiff into the room, Brad sat down beside her on the bed provided. “So, what do you wanna do?” asked Brad hopefully, wondering if Tiff would be interested in another make-out session. He slid closer and wrapped his arm over her shoulders, cozying up to his date as he had learned to do from television and movies. Tiff's discomfort was palpable though, and Brad could instantly tell something was wrong. “Tiff, what's up? You've been acting kinda quiet or depressed since we bumped into Don Prima. Something bugging you?”

Tiff nervously twiddled her fingers and looked down at the floor, seeking her voice. “Lissen... Brad. Tell me honestly; do you think I'm easy?”

Wuh-oh, thought Brad, alarm bells going off in his head, This is one of those 'no win' questions, isn't it? He pondered for a moment, choosing his words to be honest without sounding insulting. “Welllll... Some of the guys around school do talk about you and Brit. I know they're just rumors though... right?” he asked, hoping to be corrected “I mean, you two didn't actually suck off an entire boy-band, did you?”

Tiff's cheeks turned crimson, but she otherwise didn't comment. “Yeah, there are a lot of rumors about me and Brit. The point is, ...I really like you. And I'd like us to be... closer. But don't want my ah, reputation ta scare ya off. So I wanna to set the record straight, so you don't get th' wrong idea about me.” As an afterthought, she muttered under her breath “Plus, that was mostly Brit, I only blew the drummer...”

“R'member how I told you about how my mom got pregnant wit' me in her teens, and it got her kicked out of home an' stuff? Before she sent me away to live in Tremorton, she made me promise that I wouldn't wreck mah life like she did. So that's like, the one piece of parenting I ever got from her; to keep mah cherry till I got myself a husband.” Tiff sighed, reminded of the mother she had lost. Brad nodded along, pleased with what he was hearing so far. If Tiff was still a virgin, that greatly decreased the chances of her having any STDs to worry about. It was still a bit confusing though, considering all the locker room stories he had heard about the exploits of the infamous Crust cousins. “So then,” he asked cautiously “how did you get your, ermm, reputation?”

“As a matter a' fact, it was b'cause of a party at Prima's, like this one.” Tiff said, leaning closer to Brad an settling herself against his chest, the arm draped over her making her feel protected. “I dunno when Brit first started sleepin' around wit' guys. I don't wanna know either, cause I'd bet it's earlier then I wanna think about. But a couple of years back, when we had just started going out at night by ourselves for the first time, Brit takes me to one of Prima's parties. I hung out downstairs for awhile, and it was pretty cool considerin' I was a fourteen year old and hadn't been to many really wild parties yet. Brit disappeared on me, then comes back like an hour later saying I gots ta do somethin' for her. She takes me upstairs and explains that there's like this private club, super exclusive and only the coolest kids are allowed in. And mor'n that, if we get in here then it'll open all sortsa doors for us all over town. But the thing is, to get in I gotta have sex with Don, cause he's got all the connections to make it happen. I asked her why she didn't just have sex wit' him, and Brit acts all insulted and said Don wasn't interested, he wanted to do me instead. I didn't want to make Brit mad, cause she's mah best friend and was always lookin' out for me since I was the “new kid” in Tremorton for awhile. So I told her about my promise to my mum. She didn't get mad, she said she knew away around it so that I wouldn't lose my cherry.”

Brad quirked an eyebrow but said nothing, eager to hear the rest of Tiff's story. He gently rubbed his hand in small circles over her back, urging her to continue. “So I did what Brit said, I got naked and she went out ta talk to Don. When they came back Brit got me to bend over on the bed, and I felt her start pokin' her fingers around in my butthole, getting' it slippery with her spit or something. At first I kept my eyes shut cause I was embarrassed, and I felt Don get up on top of me and push his dick into my ass. I guess I was kinda lucky, cause it didn't hurt that much, since Don's not the biggest dude I've ever been with.” This little bit of info made Brad smirk; he knew it wasn't the size of the tool, it was how you use it and all that, but it was still a little gratifying to hear that the otherwise intimidating Don Prima was on the diminutive side downstairs.

“After a while I started getting' used to it, and when I looked behind me I saw Brit hangin' off Don, kissing him and whisperin' stuff to him. When he was done Don pulled out and shot his wad on my butt, then left me and Brit to get cleaned up. I don't know what Brit was sayin' to him, but ever since then we got into all kinda exclusive places, including getting invites to all of Prima's parties, and plenty of other parties too.” Tiff shifted in her seat, and leaned her head against Brad's shoulder, petting her hand against his chest as she told her story. “Eventually I got to liking sex, or at least anal sex anyway. Brit an' me would go out to clubs and pick up guys a lot, and while usually I wouldn't let them get that far, whenever everybody thought I was sleeping with a guy I really only ever let him fuck my ass instead. It was sorta my last ditch, ahh, backdoor outta losing mah cherry.”

Unable to help but smirk from Tiff's inadvertent pun, Brad gently stroked his fingers through her hair in an attempt to soothe her. “I ...see.” said Brad, unsure how to proceed. “Well knowing that, I can tell you I don't think you're at all slutty. It sounds like, if anything, you're more respectable then a lot of girls.” Thinking back to the illuminating display he'd just witnessed in the party outside, he added “A lot of girls.” Tiff rested her head against Brad's shoulder and held onto him, her frown fading as she felt a glimmer of hope. “Well, would you think I was easy if... I told you I was hoping we could do something like that... soon?”

Pursing his lips with pleasant surprise, Brad whistled and said “Considering the other girls I've been with, waiting until the second date practically makes you a nun by comparison.” Tiff looked at Brad, her expression serious. “Don't joke.” she said quietly, sobering Brad's humour. Speaking with measured breaths, Brad responded sincerely “"Tiff...I'm thrilled that you really like me. I think you're one of the coolest and cutest girls around ...and definitely a lady."

Tiff lifted her face to kiss Brad, sealing their lips together and closing her eyes. Brad guessed that was what she'd been waiting to hear. Tiff had been feeling a sexual attraction to him but had been ashamed to act on it because of her previous experiences with sex. Now that she had been given 'permission', Brad was experiencing the sexual aggression that Tiff had previously kept bottled up around him. Her lips parted and Tiff's tongue pushed it's way into Brad's mouth, hungrily seeking out his own. A little surprised but also enjoying Tiff's forward approach, Brad responded with equal force, their tongues wrestling and reaching his arms around her to grind Tiff's soft body against his own. Tiff broke the kiss, slipping her mouth down the side of Brad's neck and lightly pressing the edge of her teeth against the sensitive skin there. Gasping involuntarily from the sensation, Brad could feel Tiff alternating between teasing licks and playful love bites. Between the sexual display of the party, Tiff's story and the sensuality of her kisses, Brad's cock quickly grew almost painfully hard inside his boxers. Brad groped down at Tiff's bare thighs, and ground himself against Tiff, unknowingly prodding her side with the tip of his erection. “Tiff,” he breathed, pulling back from her momentarily “how far do you want this to go?”

Tiff halted her kissing and licking, and looked up into Brad's eyes. “I don't know...” she said, unsure. “But, I know I wanna to go farther then this.” she said definitively, immediately before peeling off her top up over her head and tossing it aside, revealing her bare breasts to Brad's eyes for the first time. Brad's eyes lit up as he grinned widely, letting Tiff know he liked what he saw before she could even ask the question. Eager to show her just how much he liked them, Brad practically tackled Tiff as he returned to kissing her, pushing her backwards onto the bed and bringing up a hand to fondle one of Tiff's plump knockers. Tiff welcomed him on top of her by encircling his waist with her legs, drawing him in close while her hands worked at removing Brad's shirt. By the time she had successfully stripped Brad's chest naked he had already made his way down to her chest, sucking on one erect nipple while happily fondling the other. Brad, licking the fleshy nip in his mouth, found that he thoroughly enjoyed being able to suck a girl's nipple without getting a painful shock for his troubles.

“Brad...” Tiff groaned in pleasure, reaching behind him to grope at Brad's butt with both hands. Brad pushed forward, dry-humping the lump in his pants against the crotch of Tiff's khaki shorts, feeling her push back against him in kind. “Hhhn. Brad... I want you...” she sighed. After giving her left breast a parting nip with his teeth, Brad lifted himself up on his hands and looked down at the horny, half-naked girl beneath him. “What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked playfully, eliciting a pleased smile from Tiff. Reaching down between them, Tiff grabbed hold of Brad's bulge and lightly squeezed. “I wanna see your big dick.” she whispered, her voice husky and sexual. Brad rolled off of her and onto his back on the bed, Tiff following right behind him and crawling up between his spread legs until she was eye level with his groin. With a degree of pride Brad loosed his belt and tugged down his zipper, Tiff watching every movement with rapt fascination. When he finally fished his manhood out of the fly of his boxers and brought it out, proudly standing fully erect right in Tiff's face, Tiff almost squealed with delight.

Not wasting any time or bothering to ask for permission, Tiff took hold of Brad's member with both hands and leaned forward to touch the swollen knob against her lips. Showing more enthusiasm then Brad thought possible, Tiff touched and explored every part of his cock with her fingers as though it was the most interesting thing in the world to her, all while massaging the shaft with light touches of her soft lips. Brad sighed as each touch Tiff gave him sent small bolts of pleasure to his brain. He realized that Tiff was clearly really skilled at this, even more so then Misty had been. Tiff looked up with love and admiration at Brad, flashing him a pretty smile before engulfing his cock in her mouth.

“Oohhhng!” croaked Brad, suddenly surrounded by the hot wet flesh of Tiff's lips and tongue, her slick saliva washing over his shaft and soon coating him down to his balls. Sucking hard on Brad's thick maleness Tiff worked her way down to the base of his cock, relaxing the muscles of her throat and suppressing her gag reflex as she determinedly slid inch after inch of cockmeat down her gullet. Finally her lips met the base of his groin and her nose pressed into the crinkly red pubic hair that crowned his genitals, and Tiff closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. Tiff's esophagus muscles squeezed and stroked at his flesh, and Brad the impression her throat was attempting to swallow him whole. The effect created was the best blowjob Brad had ever experienced, every part of Tiff's mouth lovingly sucking and massaging Brad's cock, her tongue pressing against his shaft to add additional pressure. Holy Shit Brad's mind screamed, I'm about to cum already! Tiff hadn't even bobbed her head to give him a single stroke yet, and Brad felt himself tottering on the edge of climax, his cum ready to burst from his cock at the slightest provocation. Tiff must have taken a deep breath, because she made no move to remove the length of cock from her throat for quite awhile. Instead she only made a cute purring sound that sent vibrations down the the very root of Brad's equipment, and snaked her tongue out the underside of Brad's shaft to gently prod and tickle the sensitive testicles still hidden inside his underwear. “Uhrgg, hhrrn, Tfft... Tiff...” Brad struggled to force his breath out past his lips to form words, but found it impossible. Just when he feared he would pass out, or drown Tiff with a fountain of ejaculate, or more likely both, Tiff withdrew her mouth with a wet slurp and took in a lungful of air. Wiping her mouth on her forearm Tiff grinned down at her display of oral prowess. Brad's cock was pointed directly up at the ceiling, glistening with Tiff's saliva and twitching with every beat of Brad's furiously pumping heart.

“Want me ta do it again?” prompted Tiff, but Brad threw up a hand to stop her. “I do, except that I think it'd leave me cross-eyed. How about I return the favor first, so 'little Brad' can take a quick breather?”

Tiff retreated a half step from him, turning to the side so that she was facing him in profile. At that moment, with her sunglasses perched atop her head and her shorts appropriately skintight, Brad was reminded just how much Tiff looked like Lara Croft in that costume of hers. As he watched, Tiff's hands cupped her breasts, then slid down across her belly and over her hips, slipping under the waistband of her khakis to each cheek of her bum. As one Tiff's shorts and underwear were pushed down over her wide hips and shapely rump, down to her knees. “Time enough for that later chile...” purred Tiff, as Brad reached out for her. Her increasing nudity had him spellbound, and he knew she could get him to do anything she pleased simply by asking. She arched her back, thrusting out her backside in his direction, the plump lips of her damp pussy peeking out between her thighs. “Right now I'm dyin' ta feel you inside mah asshole...”

Tiff's provocative pose, luscious body and dirty talk combined to form a spike of pure eroticism that shot through Brad like a lightning bolt, and he felt his entire lower body tense. In his mind, he imagined exactly what it must feel like to have Tiff's supple rump planted firmly against his groin, to feel his throbbing manhood engulfed by the pouting, pink flesh of Tiff's dripping wet vagina, that even now was on display three feet away from him, quivering with excited anticipation. Tiff's raw sexuality was overpowering, intoxicating, and started the spark of orgasm in Brad's loins. His erection, pointing directly at Tiff and without being touched by anyone, lurched from the muscle spasm and spurted a thick gob of semen into the air that splattered messily against Tiff's hip. She shrieked happily in surprise while Brad instantly grabbed at his crotch, desperate to halt the orgasm that bubbled inside him, threatening to come crashing to the surface with less then a moment's notice. While Brad did his best to subdue his rampaging urge to climax, Tiff scooped up the splash of his sperm onto her fingers and sucked some into her mouth, giggling her approval. “Tiff, I don't know if I can last very long.” Brad warned, his voice shaky. Tiff smiled however, bending over onto one arm while bringing the semen coated finger behind her, smearing Brad's earlier spurt onto her puckered rosebud. “Please hon, I just wanna feel you inside me. It doesn't matter for how long.”

Brad climbed up behind his eager young lover, holding onto her hips for support as he lined up the tip of his penis with her rear entrance. His penis lightly bumped against the swollen and aroused lips of Tiff's virgin pussy, making her shiver with pleasure from the brief contact. As tempting as it would be to push forward and deflower Tiff then and there, Brad new he could never betray her trust like that. And besides, he'd never had the opportunity to have anal sex with a girl before, and he had to admit he was very curious. Carefully Brad nudged the tip of his pole into Tiff's lubed sphincter, which spread open to accommodate him as he gently pushed into her body.

As soon as her outer ring of muscle squeezed shut behind the flared head of his penis, Tiff pushed backwards at Brad's hips, greedily forcing the length of his shaft up inside herself. Brad watched as his entire cock was swallowed up right in front of his eyes. “Nnnhhaaa...” cooed Tiff with satisfaction, starting to pump herself back and forth, working herself over on Brad's throbbing manhood, loving feeling the heat of it penetrating her. Quickly getting into the rhythm, Brad pushed back at her, each thrust of his hips driving his entire length into the warm depths of her body again and again, each time the tight ring of her asshole providing tight strong strokes to his swollen prick, like a hot oiled hand furiously jacking him off. Brad really couldn't help himself. Pushing in until he bottomed out against Tiff's backside, Brad was overcome by the feeling of her curvy cheeks tight against his thighs, the light contact between his nutsack and her steamy cunt, the soft cries of pleasure coming from inside her chest. Holding tightly onto Tiff's hips to keep her in place, Brad cried out and erupted inside Tiff's ass. “Oohh, baby!” she encouraged happily, as she felt a torrent of white hot cum issuing into her innards, filling Tiff with an inner warmth.

“Mmmm, thank ya cutie.” purred Tiff to Brad, as he rested momentarily against her back and she turned her head around to plant a kiss on his cheek. Brad's member felt almost numb from over stimulation, but was still plugged deeply into Tiff's rectum, keeping the ocean of sperm he released tightly bottled up. “Wow Brad, check how wet ya made mah cootch.” Tiff said, bringing one of Brad's hands between her legs to touch her pussy, which was flowing like a miniature river and dripping down her thighs. Come on Brad, you can't leave her all hot and bothered like this Brad thought to himself, gathering up his inner stamina keep it going just a little longer. Do it for Tiff! Sliding his hips away from and towards Tiff again, Brad set up a slow pace of humping back and forth. He no longer felt the incredible pleasure he was a minute ago, but even the small amount of stimulation he was getting was enough to keep his cock from softening back to it's usual flaccid state. Just long enough for Tiff to get her rocks off, he told himself, increasing his pace as his endurance returned. Tiff squealed with delighted surprise when it became clear she was getting a second round. “Unh, oh yeah, yer cum's makin it all wet 'n slippery back there! Ouhhhh yeahhh... Fffuck me BRAD!” she groaned, her hands clutching handfuls of bedsheets to keep herself steady. Brad let his chest rest against Tiff's back, the small girl easily strong enough to support Brad's entire weight if she had to. Reaching under her body he cupped a breast in one hand, while his other continued to molest her dripping sex, quickly finding her engorged clit and rubbing her girl juice into it.

Tiff was quickly getting louder and louder as her excitement rose, moaning “Harder, fuck me harder! Oh God you feel good pounding my ass!” she begged, and Brad did his best to to give her what she was asking for. Between her legs Brad's fingers were busy stroking and fingering Tiff's pussy lips and clit. Tentatively probing the tip of his finger into her vaginal orifice, he found that Tiff had been telling the truth earlier. Not that he hadn't believed her, but he had never actually touched an intact hymen before, and found the thin membrane of flesh oddly interesting. He felt her tense up and her cunt gripped down protectively when his fingertip touched it though, so Brad popped his finger free and concentrated on her external genitals instead, making a mental note to explore that later if he got the opportunity to eat Tiff out. “Bra, Brad. Brad. I'm ...getting close...” Tiff whined, her voice thin. Brad could feel her anus spasmodically clenching against his invading rod, and knew it wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge. Pressing his lips against the back of her neck and lightly taking her skin between his teeth, Brad growled and whispered to her “Do it Tiff. Show me how much you like it.”

“Wuuaahhhhh! Ahhhh!” she howled as her orgasm rocked her frame. Her teeth clenched together, gritting them to limit the noise she was making, though Brad could still hear her grunting and moaning with each thrust he drove into her. Her asshole squeezed down tight on Brad's cock, and didn't let go. Brad kept his hand cupped against Tiff's pussy throughout the entire orgasm, and felt her literally gush a small puddle of heated girl-cum into the palm of his hand, which Brad smeared against her throbbing clitoris to give his girl as much stimulation as he could provide. Gradually Tiff's bucking slowed, then stopped, calming down the same as her breathing and heart rate did. Resting still on top of her Brad allowed his penis to grow soft, and the tight squeezing of Tiff's anal muscles soon pushed him out of her, closing up right behind him.

“Ohhhhh wow.” Tiff breathed, flopping over onto her side in temporary exhaustion. Brad sat back on his haunches himself, grinning and laughing in the afterglow. “Now I know why these parties are so legendary.” he joked, eliciting a small chuckle from Tiff. Crawling over to lay beside her, Brad draped his arm across her body and spooned her from behind. A brief break from the party would be a good idea about now. A little while later, perhaps, they would get dressed and head back out to socialize, but for now both young lovers felt they were exactly where they needed to be.
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Less then ten yards away, the dozing forms of Brad and Tiff were watched with contempt and jealousy. “Kill them I'll kill them kill them dead hes' dead I'll cut his fucking heart out!” Brit hissed to herself through gritted teeth, one hand holding on tight to the tree branch that she was currently perched on, the other spasmodically gripping and re-gripping the handle of the butcher knife she carried.

Brit had been tracking the young lovers almost since they had arrived at the party, and had yet to be noticed thanks to her disguise. The shabby clothes and hockey mask of her teen-slasher were nothing like Brit's past Halloween costumes... she had always gone dressed as persons of wealth and dignity in the past, such as Cleopatra, or Elizabeth Bathory. But, none of those costumes would have kept Brit's face hidden, and this persona had the added benefit of allowing her to carry a large blade out in the open without suspicion. Originally she had intended to remain hidden until they left the party, and follow them out to the parking lot, where Brit would have a shot at Brad. She hadn't intended to kill him... just hurt him, perhaps disfigure his face a little. Make him pay for taking Tiff from her, turning Tiff against her. Corrupting Tiff.

But now, now... things had changed. Brad's existence could no longer be tolerated, he had pushed his relationship with Brit's cousin too far. He had to die. They were sleeping now, blissfully unaware of the doom that was approaching them. Brit was considering forcing the window open when she felt the first drops of rain land on her scalp, the short stubble that had started to regrow not protecting her at all. Her perch becoming increasingly slippery and not seeing any easy way to force the window's lock anyway, Brit gave up on that option. Grudgingly Brit climbed down from the tree she had been sitting in, plotting out a new route of attack.

At the front door of the mansion, Brit was easily allowed in by displaying her invitation to the doorman. At least her name still had some clout in this dismal little town, even in the wake her horrible loss against Je... the hated robot. Brit sauntered into the party's ground floor, the laughter and merriment of the crowd grating on her nerves. Guests both costumed and not milled about, and as Brit pushed her way through the swarm of teenagers she spotted the object of her nightmares. Dr. Wakeman's lab creation, smiling and enjoying herself, was dancing side by side with her cybernetic boyfriend, the Silver Shell. The rest of the dancers had had to clear plenty of room around them so they could dance freely, as a casual bump from either of them could potentially be equivalent to the force of being hit by a car. Brit briefly considered throwing caution to the wind and lunging at her nemesis knife-first, and hoping it landed somewhere vulnerable.

“Later, concentrate on that later.” Brit muttered to herself, too quietly for anyone to hear “for now, get Tiff back under your control. Must get to Brad.” Brit paused, spotting the staircase that led upstairs, and the queasy looking bouncer standing watch. That could be a problem... she would have to identify herself to get upstairs, in fact, she already had identified herself at the front entrance... if she just walked up there, she would be seen by dozens of guests and be arrested before she could even leave the building. What was needed was some cover, perhaps a distraction of some sort. A small flash of inspiration occurred to Brit, and she crept unobtrusively towards the basement entrance. Her back against the door, Brit watched the room carefully, waiting for the best moment to slip away unnoticed.

On the dance floor, Jenny abruptly stopped her gyrations and took Sheldon by the hand. “Uhh, Shell honey, will you walk me to the bathroom please?” she whispered, leaning in close. Mildly confused, Sheldon asked “Again? Isn't this the third time since we've gotten here?” Jenny offered a small growl of annoyance, explaining “Hey, it's not my fault I only have a 20% waste bladder capacity left. It's just one of a bunch of systems that got compressed to make room for the baby.” Sheldon didn't want to even try arguing that point, so he dutifully followed Jenny to the lineup in front of the bathroom that had been set aside as the “ladies' room” for the night. Seeing the potential wait she would have to endure, Jenny clenched her legs together in mild anguish and groaned her frustration. “Hey, don'* wurry ab't that.” offered a visibly drunk Don Prima, seeing Jenny's distress as he made his way through the party, “Jus' go out ta th' garage. Ther's an old buck (hic) -et I use f'r changin' the oil in m' car. (hic) You c'n use that.” Jenny frowned and stuck her tongue out with obvious distaste. Still, as she felt the pressure building in her abdomen and the lineup not seeming to be getting much shorter, she knew she had little choice if she wanted to avoid a malfunction of the pants-wetting variety. Jenny sighed as she headed for the garage, leading her boyfriend by the hand so he could stand guard at the door.

Brit watched the robotic couple go, and many people in the crowd started selecting their partners for the next song on the now-vacated dance floor. Sensing this was as good of an opportunity as she was going to get, Brit opened the door behind her back and stepped inside, quickly closing it behind her. Flipping on a light switch she found herself in the mostly unfurnished basement, which was in stark contrast to the rest of the richly-appointed house. Without much trouble Brit Crust located her goal: the fuse box. Resting her hand on the master power switch for the entire mansion, Brit paused a moment to mentally photograph the route back to the stairs and up to the ground floor, as she knew she would have to make her way there in absolute darkness. In that brief moment of reflection Brit felt the small hairs on her neck stand on end, the air seemingly electrified. Something about this moment seemed ominous, as though Brit was standing at a crossroads, about to choose a path she could not return from.

Hitting the switch instantly plunged the house into blackness. Cautiously, Brit blindly made her way back towards the staircase. A sudden burst of light from behind her made her freeze. Did the house have emergency backup power? Was her plan already foiled?

Spinning to face the light source, Brit gasped in shock at what she saw. Suspended in midair was a small diamond of sickly green light about the size of a baseball, bathing the cellar in it's pale glow. With a sound like tearing cardboard the diamond of light expanded, pulled wide by a black pair of claws that emerged from within it. After being stretched open to the size of a typical doorway, a single lithe metallic leg emerged and found it's footing, soon followed by its owner. Brit squeaked in fear and awe at the terrible beauty of Vexus, queen of the Cluster.

“You. Human.” Vexus hissed, addressing Brit. The tyrant queen's words were laced with such hate and loathing that Brit found herself unable to speak, her words caught in her throat. Instead, she could only raise her knife as a token defense, which managed to make Vexus smirk in twisted amusement. Vexus strode confidently forward, seizing Brit by her shirt and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. Though she still gripped her knife so hard her knuckles were white, Brit found she couldn't bring herself to stab or strike at her aggressor. She was simply too beautiful. Not by Earth standards, perhaps... Brit had long ago reached the conclusion that she was as attractive as an human woman could hope to be. No, Vexus's fearsome beauty came from her seamless blending of form and function; every part of her body was a weapon, physical or otherwise. Brit could see it in the hateful sneer on Vexus' face, in the calculating gleam in her eyes, the proud swell of her chest and the confident posture of her hips. Brit recognized those attributes because she had seen them many times before... in herself. Compared to those qualities, the wickedly sharp talons at Brit's throat seemed almost inconsequential.

“Gckk.” Brit sputtered, unable to draw breath. Vexus's grip remained tight, unknowingly choking the life out of her captive. “Where is the one they call 'XJ-9'?” Vexus asked, though it sounded more like a command. Brit struggled and flailed helplessly until Vexus realized the problem and released her, dropping her unceremoniously to the ground. “...She's... cough ...upstairs....” Brit wheezed as she tried to catch her breath. Vexus turned and headed up the stairs, switching on a night-vision option of her eyes to compensate for the lack up light (the glow from the portal having dissipated as it closed up behind her), leaving the injured and confused Brittany Crust alone in the dark.

Vexus emerged onto the ground floor and scanned the room for her quarry. The room was lit only by small flames burning inside curious little hollowed-out vegetables, which Vexus found slightly confusing. What was more, her sudden appearance wasn't causing the panic that she had expected... all the humans were wearing strange disguises, and Vexus seemed to be blending right in! Well, that wasn't what she came here for anyway, she reminded herself. Failing to locate Jenny, Vexus did spot a second flight of stairs leading to a second level. Impatient to confront XJ-9 and making a snap decision, Vexus marched up the stairs in pursuit of Jenny.

“Woah there, are you on the list?” demanded the bouncer, putting himself in Vexus' path and extending his arm to stop her. With a growl Vexus reared back and prepared to gut this ignorant earthling, but was stopped a half second short by the arrival of Don Prima. “She doesn't hafta be onna list.” he slurred, leering at Vexus with bloodshot eyes. “She's the entertainment I hired for th' party.” Fearless, Don grabbed Vexus by her wrist and hurriedly lead her upstairs, the confused queen too stunned by the sheer gall of this human to immediately react. Reaching the second floor Don threw open the door, revealing the decadent scene within. Up here was better lit, primarily by a large fireplace in one wall that cast a hellish orange glow on all the half-dressed occupants. Ushering her into the room, Don mentally composed himself, fighting off the effects of the alcohol long enough to make his announcement, “Hey everybody, the dominatrix is here!” which was met by some applause and a lot of expectant grins. “I hope you're all ready to bow down before your new mistress!”

Mistress? Bow down? Vexus wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but it didn't sound half-bad. Don briefly pulled her aside, “The safe word is 'Radzinski' ...oh, an' what name do you go by when you're working?” he asked, whispering. Vexus blinked twice, unsure. “Vexus...?” she offered, which Don seemed to like well enough. “Ahh, right... like the alien queen who invaded Tremorton last year, right? Nice. It took me a minute there to recognize your costume.”

“Err, right. Exactly.” Vexus offered, curious enough to play along with this if only to see just what was going on. Clearly these humans didn't realize who she really was... or else they'd be fleeing in terror. Vexus felt rather insulted to have been mistaken for a human, and was just about to return to her mission of finding and killing XJ-9 (and any humans that got in her way) when a few of the more eager humans approached Vexus and knelt down in front of her. “What do you want?” the Cluster Queen demanded harshly, her patience severely tested. “Only to be your unworthy slaves.” responded one of the three on the ground, feigning a look of fear while a suppressed delight lurked just underneath. Now that she looked, Vexus could see that all of these humans had the same expression of expectant lust hidden in their features, some more then others. It seemed that these people wanted, actually enjoyed being dominated. Well, Vexus supposed she could indulge them, just a little.

Where to start? Queen Vexus had conquered dozens of planets, and had often enjoyed humiliating their former rulers as a part of her victory celebration. “You, slave,” she called, indicating a male human in the crowd that was forming around her. The boy approached and was pushed to the ground by Vexus, who commanded “You shall address me only as 'your highness'. Now, my boots need cleaning... start licking.” With that slave set to his task, Vexus turned back to the throng of party guests and selected her next victim at random. This one was a female, Vexus noted as she examined her, and she had the delicate features of asian decent. “I've been very naughty...” the girl professed, though her tone held more then a hint of pride. “And what shall your punishment be?” Vexus asked aloud as she brainstormed ideas. She didn't have much experience as a torturer, but on the other hand, she had plenty of experience as a mother.

Seizing another human from the crowd, Vexus tossed this one onto all fours on the ground. “Your name from now on is 'chair'. Get used to it.” she ordered, then sat down squarely on “chair”'s back, her weight eliciting a muffled groan from the abused human. Positioning the asian girl over her lap, Vexus lifted the girl's too-short skirt over her hips to reveal the absence of any underwear. “Very naughty, I see...” Vexus smirked, then brought her flattened palm down hard against the girl's bare ass. “Aaii!” yelped Vexus' victim, her cheeks quivering with the force of the slap. As the spectators watched and grew ever more excited, Vexus rained down blow after blow against the poor girl's increasingly reddened backside, each spank being met with a weak moan of mixed pain and pleasure. Despite the girl's weak cries of protest, Vexus couldn't help but notice that her legs were gradually parting ever so slightly, displaying her bare pussy to the other watching guests. This treatment must be having the desired effect thought Vexus with a smirk, detecting the girl's growing wetness staining her palm. Shifting in place, Vexus felt a trace of moisture between her own legs and knew that these 'games' were having an effect on her as well.

Growing bored with this one, Vexus beckoned Don Prima over and passed the asian girl to him. “Keep up what I was doing, I have others to get to.” She stood, and sauntered through the crowd like a shark cruising for it's next meal. One after another, Vexus would pick out a human that struck her fancy and assign a sadistic and perverse “punishment” for them to enjoy. Some were as simple as a whipping, or being forced to beg for mercy. Others were more complicated... Vexus tied one couple front-to-front as they fucked, then hoisted them off the ground with a pulley that had been attached to the ceiling. As they hung there in mid air, groaning and grinding together with unabated lust, Vexus set them spinning and had a helper from the crowd whip them, the target who was struck being randomized. Another boy she had stand naked in front of three pretty girls, each of them ordered to fellate him when his cock was presented to them. Which would be fine, except that whichever girl brought him to orgasm was promised to be brutally sodomized as her “reward”. So, each girl would suck the poor boy's cock (another guest had been given a whip with which to encourage them if they stopped) as lightly and teasingly as possible, until the boy would get fed up and switch to another mouth in search of release.

Returning to her perch on “chair”, Vexus sat back and watched. The entire room had been transformed into a dungeon of pleasure and pain, and everyone was calling out her name, calling to her for mercy. It was... good. She was reminded of her former throne on Cluster Prime, and several smaller secondary palaces built on conquered planets, where she would make lesser species dance and fight and die for the amusement of herself and her subjects. But all that was gone now... XJ-9 had ruined it. Not for the first time, Vexus reflected on how her plans for Jenny had gone so drastically wrong.

Things started innocently enough. When word of an advanced, sentient robot living alone on an otherwise primitive world had reached Vexus, she went with standard protocol and sent an ambassador to invite XJ-9 into the Cluster citizenry. When the ambassador had been summarily dismantled in response, Vexus took a more active interest. Several times she or her agents had made the trip to earth, to convince XJ-9 to join the Cluster by force or coercion, whatever might work. Eventually, Vexus had reached the conclusion that Jenny would never voluntarily come to the Cluster, so instead she set out to conquer Earth and make Jenny (and any other suitable robots) into members of the Cluster by default. Ironically, it was during the initial invasion that Jenny had accidentally found her way (by means of a dimensional portal) to Cluster Prime, the capital planet of the empire. At the point in time of her arrival, the world was perfectly at peace, every citizen knew their place in the greater scheme of things, like members of a family, or parts in an engine. Crime was literally nonexistent... Vexus had long ago instituted a policy of removing the “golden chip” that controlled each robot's combat and advanced mobility functions, leaving every citizen utterly incapable of harming one another, or themselves. An honor guard was maintained to act as a police force, but they were really more for show then actual use.

And Jenny had managed to ruin all that. Utopia, on a platter. Jenny simply couldn't leave her super-heroics behind her. By the time Vexus had returned, Jenny had found the hidden cache of chips, and managed to corrupt Vexus' own daughter Vega with an offer of the chips' power. Up until then Vega had been Vexus' best hope for an heir worthy to take the throne. Her older sister Nexus had abdictated the role when she up and left to create a rebel faction within the Cluster, which Vexus believed was the direct result of the faulty programming making it's way into the family through their extremely restrictive breeding. Brutus, the youngest and obvious runt of the litter, was simply too young... not to mention mildly deformed. But Vega seemed to be everything Vexus had hoped she would be: Cool-headed, a natural leader, and physically healthy to boot. Vexus had been planning to announce Vega's candidacy for the throne when she turned 18. Sadly, she never got the chance... at the tender age of 16, Vega had capitalized on XJ-9's discovery and turned the golden chips over to the population of the capital city, completely overturning the balance of power on Vexus' lovely home planet.

In a way, Vexus was still proud of Vega... after all, Vega had seized power from her, and that was no easy task. Forming temporary alliances, kicking an enemy when they're down, taking any advantage available... these were the sort of lessons Vexus had taught Vega when she was young, and these were the very techniques that had ensured the Queen's downfall. If only Vega hadn't been so short sighted... When the golden chips had first been distributed, and Vexus deposed, Vega had been declared ruler and everything seemed content. That had lasted about four days. What did Vega and Jenny think was going to happen? With a small minority of the aristocracy living in the capital city suddenly armed with devastating weaponry and the rest of the planet's population still utterly helpless, dozens of opportunists took advantage of the situation to set themselves up as petty kings and warlords. To this day, Cluster Prime was still rife with civil war, and who even knows if Vega is still alive or not. With armies drawn from the surrounding member-worlds of the Cluster, Vexus was gradually retaking Cluster Prime, but the process was slow and bloody. There were precious few resources that weren't committed to defending the Cluster's borders, and for every petty dictator that was toppled, two more would rise to replace them. Vexus could see that the entire Cluster was on the brink of collapse, and she had one long-shot, last ditch chance to save it. The royal family needed an infusion of “new blood”, an upgrade for their archaic and failing designs.

Brutus was Vexus' only option for loyal grandchildren, and after searching the ranks of eligible Cluster females, Vexus was forced to come to the conclusion that XJ-9 was her best option, despite the effort it would require to obtain her. The irony made her want to scream, that the very robot that had caused the current crisis would be offered a seat of power in the monarchy, to be the mother of the next ruler. But Vexus had swallowed her pride, and hoped that perhaps Jenny might be able to accept her as a mother-in-law... the circumstances being what they were, Vexus was currently in need of a replacement daughter. Luckily the civil war on Cluster Prime had yielded a new weapon that would be the key to capturing Jenny: the EM cannon. With that, it had been child's play to abduct Jenny and render her helpless for the wedding. Once Brutus and Jenny were wed, their union would produce healthy, sane and state-of-the-art grandchildren fit to unite and lead the Cluster into a new golden age.

That plan went down in flames. It was painful to even think of the disastrous wedding, or Vexus' foolish hope that perhaps Nexus had returned to her, and Jenny wouldn't be needed afterall. By the end of it Vexus had been left for dead, drifting in subspace, helpless to act while Brutus went missing, Jenny escaped, and Nexus' rebellion spread the civil war from the capital to the rest of the empire. Once she recovered from the EM burst, and unable to put an end to the chaos that her empire had become, Vexus did the only thing that still made sense: she flew to Earth, seeking revenge. And now, even if it killed her, Vexus swore she'd find XJ-9 and rip out whatever wretched device served as the little bitch's heart, and hold it in front of her eyes before crushing it into oily scrap metal.

“All done, your highness.” said Don Prima, his smug voice breaking Vexus from her reverie. The asian girl that Vexus had entrusted to Don was no where to be found, but the unsubtle way Don zipped up the front of his pants as he approached gave Vexus a pretty clear idea of what had just finished. “Very well,” said Vexus, smiling hungrily at Don. Her daydreaming had given her an appetite for violence, and the activities of the deluded humans at the party were giving her an appetite for sex, too. This Don character would do to satisfy both. “Good job, human.” Vexus purred, playing her role, “For that I think you deserve a reward.” Don grinned at her stupidly, ready for whatever she was about to give him. Taking a blindfold from the collection of toys brought by the various party guests, Vexus instructed Don to put it on, then when she was sure he couldn't see she began removing the metal sodpiece of her armor. Disengaging the clasps that held it in place, Vexus slid the panels away, revealing the stark white robotic pussy inside, her lower lips puckered and moist with arousal. From a distance her cunt probably looked normal enough, if very pale and completely shaved, and the only humans close enough to tell the difference were the blindfolded Don and 'chair', who's head was hung low and couldn't see Vexus on his back anyway. Vexus gently guided Don to his knees in front of her, spreading her thighs apart as the over-eager Don went to work, eating her pussy out with gusto. Part of her knew this was all vaguely dirty and perverse, to allow a carbon-based life form to touch her most intimate of components, but that same perversity also drove Vexus onward, placing her hands on his head and pushing his mouth harder against her drooling sex. Besides, once she came she'd crush his head between her legs, killing him instantly. The thought that this ignorant Earthling would spend his last moments of life desperately trying to service her vagina with his mouth gave Vexus a shiver of pleasure, and she found nothing perverse about that.

Passing her hand across her chest, Vexus groped at her breasts through her clothing and wished that she could strip completely naked without giving herself away. This human was doing an admirable job, licking and sucking at her pussy lips, then worming his tongue as far into her tunnel as he could manage... Vexus felt herself getting ready to climax much earlier then she had expected. Lapping hungrily at her spilling juices, Don was completely unaware of his approaching doom, every stroke of his tongue against Vexus' throbbing cunt bringing her closer to orgasm and him to a messy death. Vexus couldn't help herself from moaning, and spreading her slender thighs further apart in order to push her crotch harder against Don's face, smearing her warm fluids over his mouth and cheeks. For his part Don just muttered something against Vexus' folds, his words hopelessly muffled. “Hhhrrrr...” Vexus groaned, feeling her orgasm's approach from deep inside her belly. Any second now she would cum, her pussy would spark with life-giving electricity, then she'd kill this fool between her legs followed by everyone else in the room. And it would all just be an appetizer compared to what she would do to Jenny. Vexus closed her eyes and waited for it to happen.

“VEXUS?!?” came the shocked sound of Brad Carbunkle's voice, snapping Vexus' eyes open and killing her oncoming orgasm, “You're supposed to be dead!” Vexus turned her head to face the disbelieving teen and the girl at his side who had apparently just emerged from a side room, snarling angrily at being robbed of her release. Standing, and pulling her sex-hungry pussy away from Don's tongue, Vexus challenged “I'm not... but you soon will be!” her confidence undimmed by the fact that her genitals were on full display to her enemies. Pulling off his blindfold and looking up at his recent lover with confusion, Don meekly stuttered “You're... you're really...?”

With a fanged grin, Vexus answered “Yes... I am.” before lashing out with a kick that caught Don square in the chest and sent him hurtling across the room and through the opposite window, which shattered on impact. Instantly the crowd erupted with shrieks of panic and fear, some now realizing the danger in their midst, others merely reacting to the broken glass that rained down on their naked skin. Somewhere outside, Don landed a floor down in the garden, his fall broken by a cluster of rosebushes. Snapping her bottom back into place over her metallic snatch, Vexus turned to face Brad and Tiff, the distraction gone. Smiling with undisguised malice, Vexus stalked towards Brad, her talons fully extended.

“Where is XJ-9?” demanded Vexus from between clenched teeth. Closing the distance between them in a few quick strides, Vexus seized Brad by the shoulders and lifted him into the air, driving home the fact that he was utterly helpless to resist her physically. “You can tell me now,” Vexus said with a cruel smile, raising one eyebrow, “but I think it'd be so much more fun to torture the information out of you, so feel free to resist. I think I'll start by removing your legs, and work up from there...”

“Put 'im down, robo-bitch!” yelled Tiff, slamming Vexus across the back with the wrought-iron fireplace poker. Vexus grunted, dropping Brad to the ground and flinching, more from the audacity of the attack then any actual damage inflicted. The metal rod clattered to the ground, rendered useless by the force of the blow that had bent it into an obtuse angle. Tiff's eyes widened in fear as the angry Cluster Queen turned to face her, with an expression so angry her eyes glowed faintly red in the reflected firelight. With a deep growl and a single stomp in Tiff's direction, Vexus' countenance of deadly majesty was enough to drop Tiff to her knees, throwing up her arms and screaming “She's downstairs! Jenny's downstairs, leave us alone!” in pure panic.

“Thank you, girl,” said Vexus, her expression still grim, “I'll grant you a quick death for being so helpful.” Vexus raised one claw high in preparation to strike down the cowering Crust cousin. Brad's mind raced, devising a split-second plan that had only the slimmest chance of actually working, and leaped in between Vexus and Tiff. Drawing the replica pistol that made up part of his Indiana Jones costume, Brad pointed the “gun” straight in Vexus' face, watching for any hint, any trace of fear.

Brad's heart skipped a beat when he noticed Vexus pull back a fraction of an inch, her eyes closing slightly. “Back off!” he shouted forcefully, both their lives depending on his ability to convince Vexus he was serious. “You can't be serious... I'm bulletproof! Human weapons pose no threat to me.” said Vexus with a contemptuous laugh, but Brad could detect a faint quiver in her synthesized voice. “Maybe not.” asserted Brad, “Or maybe it'll manage to shoot someplace vulnerable, a weak spot in your armor. Maybe it'll slow you down, just a little, just enough to give Jenny an edge when you find her. Maybe that edge will be the one thing to tip the fight in her favor, and she'll beat you again. Maybe. Are you willing to risk finding out... just to kill two lowly humans?”

Vexus frowned, staring into Brad's eyes. The look on her face told brad she was weighing her options, watching him for any sign of weakness, or fear. She found none. “Very well. You two can live... for now.” She declared, turning and stalking off towards the staircase. She paused at the top of the stairs as she heard the click of Brad's pistol being cocked, as he held it still trained on her every movement. “If I feel so much as one bullet hit me... I will come over there and pull your lungs out through your eyes.” Vexus declared icily. It was not a threat... it was a fact. Brad still held his fake gun steady, waiting, until Vexus at last disappeared down the staircase in search of her target.

As soon as Vexus was out of sight, Tiff and the other party guests began crowding around the boy that had saved their lives. “Are you alright Brad?” asked Tiff, her voice a little hushed. Brad offered a little chuckle, said “Never better.” and felt his resolve finally slip. Brad's eyes rolled up into his head and the world faded out, just before he lost consciousness he felt Tiff catch his fainting body in her arms.
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“The two teens huddled together in their car, to afraid to move. From outside, they could hear something scraping at the car doors, trying to get in. So far the locks had held, but when the couple held their breath and listened, they could hear the thing's claws gouging chunks out of the metal. Before long it would chew a hole right into the side of the car, and they'd be dead!”

“So what happened?” asked one of the party guests with a gulp, echoing the thoughts of everyone who was sitting around, listening to Sheldon tell his ghost story. Ever since the lights had gone out, taking with it the music, television, and threatening to end the party itself, Jenny had been working to keep the fun alive with a number of low-tech Halloween party games. Perhaps aided by the storm that had started up outside, not one of the party guests had left thus far, and more and more were getting into Sheldon's storytelling, including Jenny herself. Now approaching the end of his tale, Sheldon activated one of Silver Shell's high-beams and angled it up at his face, giving his robot head a spectral quality. In the original version of this story he had read, this had been the part where Captain Crush had shown up to defeat the monster, but such a happy ending wouldn't due for a horror story. Sheldon would have to make up something scarier.

“The crunch crunch of metal being torn and eaten grew closer and closer. Whatever this beast was, it could rip through metal like it was made of butter! Just when they thought they were goners, the terrified teens heard the siren of a police cruiser, and saw the flashing red and blue lights of the squad car pulling up. Later on, when he was debriefed, the officer swore he saw something small and dark scamper out from under the teens' car and run off into the woods, but he could never bring himself to describe it in detail.” said Sheldon, his voice lowered for dramatic purposes. “So they survived?” asked Jenny, trying to hide the fear in her voice. “Of course they did,” answered Sheldon, “How else would this story have gotten told if they didn't? But what they saw next haunted them for the rest of their lives...”

The the listening guests leaned closer, eager to learn the frightening secret. “As the police officer shined his flashlight around Makeout Point, they saw why they hadn't heard any of the other couples... every other car's interior was splattered with the guts of the killer's slaughtered teenage victims!”

Several girls in the audience gasped or gave short shrieks, and several of the boys listening had disgusted frowns on. Sheldon felt proud of himself for being able to craft a ghost story capable of getting such a reaction from everyone. Well, everyone except Jenny, who still had a nonplussed, neutral expression on her face. “That wasn't so scary.” she commented, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. Sheldon grinned wickedly, inventing a last minute addition to his story “Well I wasn't finished. You see, the reason why the teens hadn't just driven away? They engine had been reduced to a brittle chunk of iron-oxide.”

Jenny shivered, and instinctively wrapped her arms protectively around her pregnant belly. “You mean...?” she asked, and Sheldon nodded. “That's right... the corroding touch of the metal-eating monster had turned the entire underside of the car into a big, festering pile of rust!” His last statement was accompanied by a flash of lightning that momentarily illuminated the entire room, and a deafening crash of thunder a millisecond behind it.

“AHHHH!” screamed Jenny, her eyes screwed shut and her body curling into a fetal position on the couch beside Silver Shell. When the thunder faded into silence Jenny cautiously uncurled herself and sat up, smiling sheepishly. “Ah, heh heh... well, maybe I was a little scared.” Sheldon just smiled knowingly, putting his arm around Jenny protectively. Jenny patted her swollen midsection, casually mentioning “Ever since I became pregnant I've noticed I've gotten a lot more paranoid, jumpy. I feel like everything is trying to get me, or hurt the baby. Is that weird?”

“Nah,” Sheldon reassured her “you're just being motherly. I'm sure it's just a natural part of your programming.” Sheldon took Jenny's hand in his own, intending to calm her down. She felt Silver Shell suddenly grip her tightly as a loud knock sounded from the front door, echoing ominously in the dimly lit living room. “...Rust monster...?” Jenny guessed, only half-joking. A party-goer named Jantrice went to answer the door, and opening found the rain-soaked Tuck Carbunkle and Nora Wakeman. “Thank you!” exclaimed Nora, as she and Tuck stepped in out of the rain. “I was taking Tuck here trick or treating when the rain suddenly started up, this was the closest house. Mind if we stay a little while until it lets up?”

Jantrice shrugged and returned to the party, just as Jenny went to go greet the new arrivals. “Mom, Tuck!” she called, startling her mother. “Jenny! I didn't realize this was the location of the party you were going to. How is everything?”

“Oh, it's going ok. The power's out right now, but we're still having a good time... how about you Tuck, get much candy yet?” Jenny asked, ruffling Tuck's hair with one hand and looking at his costume, which seemed to be a cheaply put together Dracula outfit. Tuck opened his mouth, but oddly, no words came out... instead his plastic fangs fell out and dropped to the ground, though Tuck didn't seem to notice. “Tuck? You ok?” asked Jenny, confused. Tuck didn't seem to be looking at her, he was looking at something behind her... Jenny had just started to feel a sense of dread beginning to form in her stomach when her mother shouted “Jenny, look out!”

The first punch landed on the back of Jenny's head, and sent her pitching forward, finally impacting against the far wall. Picking herself up and turning around, Jenny gasped when she saw it: her worst nightmare. Vexus had returned, and from the look of her was out for blood. “W-what, what are you doing here?” Jenny stammered, confused by Vexus' seeming return from the dead. Vexus bared her fangs in a grin that had no trace of mirth, and cocked her head to one side. “X-J9, I'm here to kill you. Is this a bad time?”

At the sight of the dreaded Cluster Queen the crowd screamed, and ran to other parts of the house where they might be able to hide. Nora pulled Tuck aside protectively, backing towards potential cover from the inevitable fight. Jenny took a fighting stance out of habit, though she knew she was already at a severe disadvantage against Vexus... aside from the weakening effect her pregnancy, Jenny's hair-foils had been removed for the purpose of her Halloween costume, which left her flightless. Vexus stalked eagerly towards Jenny, unsheathing her claws with the slick sound of metal sliding over metal. For the first time since she had first started being a superhero, Jenny felt afraid... not for herself, but for the growing life inside of her that would never get to be born if Jenny was destroyed. Though she didn't say as much, it really was a bad time. Vexus could hardly have picked a more vulnerable moment if she'd tried.

A large, robot hand seized Vexus by the shoulder, halting her in her tracks. “Don't you know it isn't polite to attack an expectant mother?” challenged Sheldon, turning Vexus to face him and landing a punch clean across her jaw with his free hand. The attack caught Vexus by surprise and made her stagger back in pain, but although Silver Shell had titanic strength, in terms of physical combat Sheldon was really still a rookie. “Whelp!” spat Vexus in annoyance, her eyes glowing. Giving her fury physical form, it burned outward from her eyes in a beam of concussive force that struck Silver Shell full in the chest and sent him sailing through the air, finally landing against a wall with a crash that shook the foundations of the house. Returning her attention to her real enemy, Vexus charged, extending her talons ahead of her in a mad effort to sink them into Jenny's metallic flesh.

Though it took a great deal more effort thanks to the added weight of her unborn child, Jenny rolled backwards onto her back, ducking beneath Vexus' attack even as she kicked upwards with both legs, jabbing the point of her toes into Vexus' slender midsection and eliciting a grunt of pain from her target. Even so, Vexus continued to press downward at Jenny, snarling in rage and grasping for her victim's throat with claws that glowed with reflected candlelight. Barely able to catch Vexus' wrists in her hands before being throttled, Jenny had to use all of her available strength to keep the Queen's deadly grasp from her throat. “..erk... I could... use a little... help here, mom.” Jenny strained, her voice coming in gasps. Rushing to her daughter's aid, Mrs. Wakeman grabbed the first serviceable weapon she could find, and... smashed a pumpkin over Vexus' head.

Unable to see, Vexus howled in frustration, a sound made all the more frightening by the unnatural expression of the jack-o-lantern substituting for her real face. While her attacker clawed at the mass of vegetable matter surrounding her head, Jenny seized her opportunity and slammed a punch right into Vexus' midsection, followed by a backhand across her head that finally managed to get her opponent off of her. Nora extended a hand to help her daughter up, simultaneously admonishing her as well. “XJ-9, you're in too delicate a condition for a fight like this. We can let Sheldon handle it, or the Skyway patrol, or even call Misty, that superhero friend of yours.”

While she appreciated her mother's concern, Jenny knew it was really her and Tuck, and the other humans who were in more imminent danger from the fight. One stray laser or loose chunk of masonry would be all that was needed to end any one of their lives. Besides, of her mother's suggestions, only Misty really had a hope of winning a fight against Vexus, but even then, they had no way of getting in touch with her right now. She knew that if Vexus was to be stopped, it would have to be her to do it. But her mother did have a point. “Sheldon, are you ok?” Jenny called out to him, relieved when she saw him sit up and shake loose some debris. “Good. We need to take this fight outside, and I'm going to need your help.”

Wiping her face clean one last time, Vexus opened her eyes and found her vision finally restored. Humiliated with dead fruit... one more crime against her that she would make Jenny pay for! Vexus readied herself, and quickly scanned the room for her opponent... and found Jenny rushing towards her, her right hand replaced with an over-sized steel fist with spikes protruding from the knuckles. “Hiiii-yah!” shouted Jenny as a battle cry, followed by the resounding Smack! of the fist impacting against the full length of Vexus' lithe body. With enough force to flatten a truck, Vexus was knocked backwards through the air and straight through the exterior wall of Prima's mansion, leaving a circular hole as large as a person.

“I've got to follow her and finish this while she's still in an unpopulated area.” Jenny explained to her mother, her right hand returning to it's normal size. Jenny reached down to her skirt and tore it off at the thigh, to prevent it from hindering her movements. “Sorry,” she offered to Sheldon, who winced at the destruction of the costume he had prepared for her. “No no, I understand. I'll take my costume off too.” he replied, getting to work taking off the extra arms of his costume, which was a little bit more complicated then Jenny's had been. “I'll follow you in ten seconds, I just... gotta... (grunt)... almost...” Jenny leaned forward to give her mother a hug. “Be careful Jenny.” Nora said with a proud smile, allowing her daughter to chase after the villain. Moments later Jenny disappeared through the hole in the wall, out into the wet, dark world beyond.

“There, done!” exclaimed Sheldon, throwing aside the discarded costume and turning to leave after Jenny. He had taken only a few steps forward when he heard a familiar voice call out from behind him, “Not so fast, loser.” From outside, another flash of lightning bathed the living room in pale white light, revealing the sinister face of Brittany Crust, and the large, sharp butcher's knife that she held pressed against young Tuck Carbunkle's windpipe. “Tuck!” shouted Nora and Sheldon in unison, but both stopped when Brit defensively raised the knife higher against Tuck's jugular. “Ah ah ah... haven't you ever been in a hostage situation before?” taunted Brit, the expression on her face utterly insane, “If either of you try to leave or help Jenny in any way... I'll cut him from ear to ear, I swear it.”

The Silver Shell and Jenny's mother stood frozen, watching Brit with looks of horror. They thought she was a monster for doing this, or maybe crazy... but they didn't know. They didn't know the robotic threat that was poised to consume the Earth if Jenny wasn't stopped. More then that, these two would probably welcome the idea... well, all the more reason for going to such... extreme measures then. Brit, with a firm grip on Tuck and keeping the whimpering boy close to her at all times, inched towards the hole in the wall that Vexus' impact had created. At first, Brit had been afraid of Vexus, as most humans were. But now, in light of the menace of Jenny and her fellow machines, she realized the hope Vexus represented. In the entire world, Vexus was the one robot not created here on Earth, and thus not part of the conspiracy. Vexus was capable of challenging Jenny on her own terms, and might even be able to win... so long as Jenny's fellow machines could be kept from helping her. Without Jenny, the machines would be without their leader, the Earth would be saved... one little boy's life would be a small price to pay to ensure humankind's survival. But if everything went according to plan, Brit could just maintain this standoff, keep Silver Shell here until Jenny was dead, and then everything would be ok...

Outside, Jenny was running through the rain slicked grass, following the trail to broken trees Vexus had left as she crashed to a stop. Reaching the end of the trail, Jenny skidded to a halt in front of the minor crater that Vexus' landing had left in the mud. Blinking rapidly to clear the rainwater from her eyes, Jenny converted her left arm into her standard use laser rifle, scanning the nearby landscape for signs of her missing enemy. Overhead, the storm clouds scraped together and sent another twisted fork of lightning through the sky, momentarily blinding Jenny's sensors. Between Jenny's feet the mud shifted and parted, and like a viper coiled to strike, Vexus' arm shot out and struck Jenny's left knee. Jenny screamed in pain, Vexus' claws tearing into her leg, the strength of her surprise attack having dislocated the joint altogether. Sometimes, having nerve ending really did suck. Even as Jenny fell backwards into the mud amidst the tentacle-like roots of a toppled tree, Vexus rose up before her, the mud running off her body in a miniature mudslide.

Where was Silver Shell to help her out? Stalling for time, Jenny wrapped both arms around the trunk of the tree that had cushioned her fall and swung it at Vexus with a groan of effort. The attack was slow, and Vexus pivoted and lashed out with her left hand, her claw shredding the feeble wood into harmless splinters. “That might have worked on a Cluster planet, you know. Our trees are made of metal.” Vexus taunted, raising her voice to be heard over the roaring wind. Step by step, Jenny's doom approached, as she hurriedly went through the possible weapons that might be able to save her. Heat beam? She couldn't muster the power needed to fry a burger. Death cannon? Decommissioned to make room for her T.I.T.S. Stun grenades, Electro-claw, Thunderfist... each had been temporarily discarded as the developing XJ-1 insider her had continued to expand, taking up more and more space inside her body. Jenny was running out of options. She would have to improvise.

Sensing victory, Vexus pounced. Jenny swung her good leg upwards, and full fired her landing stabilizer jet, normally only used as she was setting down after a flight. “Earth has it's own advantages...” Jenny quipped, as Vexus was shot skyward by the powerful blast of air from Jenny's foot. Vexus flipped in the air, eventually coming to a stop as she extended her insect-like wings and tried to stabilizer herself against the driving winds. Cupping her hands around her mouth and shaping them into a megaphone so she could be heard, Jenny called out “Like our thunderstorms!”

Vexus was confused for a moment, unfamiliar with the term “thunderstorm” since all cluster worlds were climate-controlled and rainfall was considered a feature of “untamed” planets. Fighting for control in the harsh storm winds, Vexus felt the levels of ambient static electricity begin to rise, and realization suddenly dawned on her. Folding her wings against her body Vexus dived, desperate to get out of the sky, but it was too late. A magnificent arc of lightning lanced down from the clouds and struck straight into Vexus, her metal body drawing the thunderbolt to her like a magnet. Her entire body glowed from the inside out, flashing an image of her internal circuits and endoskeleton from within her exterior armor, and even above the crack of thunder, Vexus' scream of pain tore through the hills of Tremorton, echoing and reverberating. Jenny had never heard anything like it before, and it chilled her to her inner core.

“You hear that?” said Nora Wakeman, crafting herself a confident smile even though she certainly didn't feel it. Brit shifted nervously, moving her eyes from Wakeman to Silver Shell and back again, increasingly paranoid. In her clutches, Tuck was softly crying, afraid for his life. If she just held on a little longer, Everything would be... “That was Vexus, you know. She's in pain. She's losing.” asserted Mrs. Wakeman, taking a step forward. “Stay back!” barked Brit, pressing the knife more firmly against Tuck's throat. “I want my big brother...” Tuck wept, the knife drawing a trickle of blood where it bit into the side of his neck. Nora remained calm, her voice even. “Once Vexus has been beaten, Jenny will come back here, and you'll be arrested. If you let Tuck go now, you'll face assault charges... maybe you can plead insanity, or claim it was all a Halloween stunt that got out of control. But if you hurt that little boy there will be no going back for you. Think about this.”

Brit's pulse was racing, sweat dripped from her body, and she was feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. In the distance, the last echoes of Vexus' pained scream were swallowed by the howling winds, and Brit realized her plan was falling apart. Her popularity had failed her, Tiff had failed her, and now Vexus was about to go down in flames as well. What would become of Brit after this? She would beg the police for forgiveness, knowing that the diabolical machine conspiracy controlled every aspect of the justice system? No! Vexus was her last hope, her last shot at redemption, and Brit would see it realized! Shoving Tuck roughly to the ground, Brit breathed “I'm coming, Vexus.” and leaped through the hole behind her, disappearing into the raging storm outside. “Tuck!” shouted Nora, dashing forward and scooping up the young boy in her arms, cradling him against her chest like a lost child.

Grimacing from the pain of her injured knee and the strain on her overworked body, Jenny limped awkwardly to the location she had seen Vexus fall to. Jenny cautiously approached with her net-catapult weapon at the ready, the seemingly inert body of Vexus sizzling with heat, each drop of rain that fell on her instantly evaporating into a minuscule puff of steam. Pushing away broken branches and foliage, Jenny moved in for a closer look, not trusting for a second that the lightning had been enough to finish Vexus off. Her suspicion was confirmed a split second later as her fallen foe's eyes snapped open, and her left arm shot out, catching Jenny with a hook to the underside of her chin. As Jenny stumbled backwards Vexus pushed herself upright, growling. “You think that will stop me?” screeched Vexus, her voice hoarse and her colouring blackened in random patches around her body. Another punch caught Jenny across the right side of her jaw, causing pain to blossom throughout her entire face. Reeling, Jenny activated one of her few remaining weapons, dubbed “Mighty Mallet”, and brandished it defensively. With the momentary reprieve it afforded her, Jenny tried to move her jaw and felt a brittle crunch inside her mouth. Turning her head to the side, she spit out the fragments of several shattered language disks housed in her oral drive. So much for Latin and French she thought with grim humor.

Her lungs burning and her vision blurred by the pounding sheets of rain, Brit stumbled her way through the forest in her desperate search for her savior Vexus. The battle was not hard to locate... the sounds of clashing metal could be heard even through the storm, and there was a rough trail of destruction left wherever the fight moved. Hiding behind one of the few trees still standing, Brit was delighted to see Jenny losing... as she watched, Vexus grabbed hold of Jenny's over-sized hammer and ripped it loose of it's moorings, forcing Jenny to return her hand to it's default setting. Brit heart soared; at last, vindication! She understood now why she had so admired Vexus upon first meeting her... deadly, precise, imperial: Vexus was everything that Brit had ever aspired to become. By identifying herself with the Cluster Queen, it was like Brit was watching her greatest fantasy come to life.

Having beaten her way through the last of Jenny's defenses, Vexus stomped forward and seized the younger robot girl by the shoulders. Jenny struggled as best as she could, but she was drained, and injured, and simply didn't have the strength to fight back anymore. Vexus leaned in close, her breasts mashing uncomfortably against Jenny's busom, her face close enough that Jenny could hear her even though she was speaking in a soft whisper. “There's someone else out here with us tonight... “ Vexus breathed to her, “can you smell it? It's Death. The Great Disassembler. Your expiration date has come up, you foolish little robot girl.”

Without warning, Jenny swung her forehead forward, smashing it against Vexus' face, producing a large crack from the inner corner of her eye down the side of her cheek, and shattering one eye completely. “Ahhg!” roared Vexus in pain, reeling backwards but still maintaining her grip on the captive Jenny. “You ungrateful little scrap! All I've ever tried to do is be nice to you, to give you a home, to be the mother you never had! And you constantly spat it back in my face! You've taken away everything that ever had any meaning to me... my empire, my home, my own children!” Vexus was screaming now, ranting. Her claws dug into Jenny's shoulders, carving their way past her armored skin and digging into the servos within. Jenny writhed in pain, groaning. Vexus sneered, getting an idea. “Well I'm going to destroy what you love... I'm going to kill your family. And I'll start with the little hellspawn in your womb!”

It all seemed to happen in slow motion from that point on. Vexus' hand raised back, brandishing her claws to the stormy night sky. Another flash of lightning somewhere distant. Then the claw swung low, moving too fast to follow with the eye, and stabbed into Jenny's pregnant abdomen. Jenny's mouth opened wide as if to say something, or scream, but no sound emerged. The claw gripped uncomfortably, the palm resting against Jenny's belly-bolt, and Jenny felt a splash of her internal fluids leak from the wound down to her legs. Looking from the hideous claw back up to Vexus' evilly grinning face, Jenny felt something inside her programming... shut off. Something else, darker, took it's place.

“Eeeiiiaaahhhh!” shrieked Vexus, Jenny seizing Vexus by the neck and waist and lifting her over her head, the clawed arm that had injured Jenny tearing and coming loose out of Vexus' shoulder socket, the claws still clinging to the wound they had inflicted. Jenny launched the screaming queen with both arms towards a nearby tree, an artificial crack of thunder signifying that Vexus had briefly been moving faster then sound. With a strain Jenny pried the disembodied arm from her flesh, letting it drop limply to the wet soil. Walking slowly but determinedly to the fallen form of Vexus, Jenny found that she had been stopped by a particularly large oak, and had wrapped around it much as a crashed automobile might... Vexus' spine was twisted and crushed around the trunk of the tree, apparently paralyzed from the waist down. Jenny stomped down with her good leg onto Vexus ruined midsection and seized her by the neck. With a shriek of tearing metal, Jenny wrenched Vexus from her lower half, her dismembered torso draining precious fluids onto the ground at an alarming rate. Vexus' one remaining hand clawed feebly at Jenny's wrist, struggling to remove the hand from around her throat. “All I wanted... (gurgle) ... was a daughter I could love...” she rasped, her mouth drooling viscous black liquid onto Jenny's hand “I could... (gasp) ...have been a great (gurgle) ...mother to you.”

Frowning with unutterable loathing for the creature she held in her left hand, Jenny pulled back her right and balled it into a fist. “You don't know the meaning of the word!” she screamed, and struck. Vexus' face collapsed under the titanic might of the blow, the remains of her skull cleaving off from her neck and sent hurtling off to land somewhere in the mud. The body shook, and went limp. Jenny dropped it to the ground and turned, limping a few unsteady steps in the direction of the mansion before falling to her knees. Clutching her abdomen in pain, Jenny winced and sobbed out loud. Pulling her hands away from the wound, she gazed at her palms, stained with the dark syrup of oils and electrolytes that flowed through her body, sustaining her life and nourishing her baby. “help me.” she said quietly, unable to find her voice. “HELP ME!” now a scream of desperation, tears flowing freely from her eyes and mixing with the unending downpour of rain.

Brit watched from her hiding place, intensely conflicted. Jenny had just killed her last hope. Killed her, snuffed her out. She blinked tears back from her eyes, trying to replace her sadness with rage. She was sure that she hated Jenny more then anyone had hated anything since language had first been invented to describe the emotion. Twisting the knife in her grip, Brit wondered if it would be possible to rush out there, catch Jenny by surprise and weakened, and just...

“Jenny!” called out Sheldon, his huge mass barging through the trees and knocking them over heedlessly. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, Jenny I'm here, I'm here baby, I...” Sheldon froze when he saw Jenny, as she held up her palms and the vital fluids they were covered in. Without saying another word, Silver Shell scooped up his girlfriend in his massive arms and sprinted back to the mansion, activating his flight systems to boost his speed. The entire route back was marked by an unbroken trench dug by his afterburners and dotted with occasional fires that lingered even in the heavy rain. A single swat of his fist collapsed a section of the wall into the living room, where Sheldon gently deposited Jenny in front of her creator and mother, Nora Wakeman. “Mom...” choked Jenny, fighting back sobs, “I think something might be wrong with the baby.”
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Amidst the gloom and dankness of the early morning after the thunderstorm, Brit toiled ceaselessly. It had taken her an entire night of wading through shin deep muck in the woods outside of Don Prima's house, but she thought she'd just about gotten everything. She estimated maybe 80% of the scattered, ruined parts of Vexus' corpse were now collected into the mud-soaked sack she carried on her back, which probably weighed more then Brit did. Satisfied she had done all she could, Brit stole off, headed for the slums of Tremorton. She only hoped she could remain unrecognized until she found someplace to hide out, had a chance to think. Pausing for a moment to collect herself, Brit reached into her sack and pulled out the remains of Vexus' metallic skull, one fragment of her face still clinging to the front.

Holding it aloft like Hamlet held the skull of his old friend Yorick, Brit stared into the one undamaged eye that remained. “You're still my key to victory, Vexus.” she smiled, feeling optimistic for the first time in what felt like ages, “You'll get your adopted daughter... I promise it.”
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