A Midnight Surprise
By A Clockwork Tomato
Oct. 9, 2004
Rated NC-17
Author’s Note: This is set within my Big O fanfiction Season 3 (see http://www.r-dorothy.com). At the time of this story, Roger and Dorothy have been lovers for some time.
Roger stirred in his sleep and tried to roll onto his left side. When this didn’t work, he tried to roll the other way. Failing again, he opened his eyes muzzily. One of his black-and-white silk ties was lashed around his right wrist and hand. A length of manila rope ran from the end of the tie over the edge of the bed. He turned his head. His left hand was tied similarly. Looking down at his feet, he saw that he was spread-eagled on the bed, bound hand and foot. The blanket and sheet had been removed.
Dori was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at him solemnly.
“Dori!” he shouted, angry and embarrassed, “What’s going on?”
She neither spoke nor moved. Dori was Dorothy’s android twin, another R. Dorothy who had been found, stolen, and activated by Beck. Roger could never understand what Dori saw in Beck. She would have been identical to Dorothy if it weren’t for her blonde hair, the exact shade of Beck’s, her casual clothes, and her willingness to smile once in a while.
“Where’s Dorothy?” demanded Roger. “Untie me!”
Dori moved at last. Her hand went to the neck of her yellow blouse and she began to unbutton it, her eyes never leaving Roger. He met her gaze for a moment and felt an erotic thrill, which instantly turned to anger. “Knock it off, Dori!”
She took off her blouse and dropped it onto the floor, then slipped off her sneakers and socks, and then her jeans. Clad in pure white cotton panties and bra, she walked to the head of the bed, bent over, and kissed him gently on the lips.
Roger struggled. “I mean it, Dori! I’m not interested!”
She stroked his cheek and continued the motion down his neck, then over his pajamas: chest, stomach, and finally his penis, which was, he realized, as hard as a rock. She let out a little moan, the first sound she had made since he awoke.
“That’s an involuntary reflex,” insisted Roger. “It doesn’t mean a thing.” But he found himself wishing she’d touch him again.
Dori stood up beside the bed, flung off her bra, then reached for her panties, which now sported a wet patch in the crotch. Then she got back on the the bed and quickly unbuttoned his pajama top. When she had exposed his chest, she began kissing him at random: mouth, ribs, throat, stomach, cheek, nipple.
Roger, now highly aroused, was no longer resisting. If she hesitated before a kiss, he found himself arching his bound body towards her.
Drops of clear lubricant were falling from Dori’s hairless android pussy, and she moaned occasionally as she kissed or, increasingly, nipped him.
Suddenly she turned his attention to his pajama bottoms, exposing his penis. She gazed at it for a moment, clearly intending to take it into her mouth, but suddenly changed her mind and straddled him.
She screamed as she impaled herself on his penis. Roger almost screamed too, because she was so hot inside that for a moment he thought he was burning. After a moment, she kissed him fiercely and began moving up and down slowly, with terrific force, then faster and faster, until she was moving up and down faster and more powerfully than any human woman could. They came together, both crying out, and she collapsed on top of him.
* * *
Beck opened his eyes and peered across the room. Someone was standing at the foot of his bed, silhouetted against the open bedroom door.
“Dorothy! What’s up?” He leapt out of bed, sure she had arrived moments ahead of some emergency.
Dorothy held a finger to her lips and advanced on him slowly. She reached up, put her arms around his neck and, standing on tiptoe, kissed him on the mouth. He instantly put his arms around her and kissed her back. It was a dream come true. He’d wanted her so much, ever since the first time he had kidnapped her. He’d barely been able to keep his hands off her then. But this time, she had come to him!
She moaned as they kissed, and so did he. Then she broke away suddenly, locked gazes with him, and sank slowly to her knees. Never breaking eye contact, she reached into the fly of his pajamas, exposed his penis, and took it into her mouth, sucking it in down to its base, and pulling it back out again almost all the way, pulling her head back while sucking powerfully and clamping his penis against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. He had to put both hands on her head to keep from staggering. Every part of her had more than human strength. Her mouth was so warm it seemed almost scalding.
Beck’s mind, generally running at high speed even sex, shut down almost completely during the onslaught. He’d wanted her so long, and for her to suck his cock while wearing her severe black dress was perfect. Dorothy’s strokes were not quite regular. She stopped completely at odd moments to emit little moans, and sometimes shuddered uncontrollably, tossing her head from side to side and sending Beck into heaven.
The tension built so high Beck thought he might have a heart attack, then he came powerfully into her mouth, then sagged back, spent and dizzy, onto the bed. It had been perfect, he thought. Well, maybe it would have been even better if he had come all over her immaculate dress and hair. Maybe next time.
Dorothy released him reluctantly and stood up. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she removed her jabot and placed it carefully on a chair, then reached back and undid the buttons on her dress. She took the dress off, and he saw that she was wearing black silk lingerie; the same sheer silk for stockings, bra, and panties. Her panties glistened, and the insides of her thighs were wet.
She removed her bra slowly, teasing him. Her face was still unsmiling, but her eyes were dancing. Her breast were perfect. Not large, but perfect. She bent down and took off her panties, revealing her pussy; hairless, wet, and swollen. She stood there, letting him get a good look, and he saw that drops of lubricant were seeping out at a surprising rate.
He looked up at her face and smiled. She did not smile back, but met his gaze. He felt a rush of passion. She must have, too, for she swayed slightly. He was on his feet in an instant, taking her into his arms and steadying her. As she pressed against him, he realized that his erection had returned.
“Take me, Beck,” she whispered. “Be rough.”
He flung her onto the bed---not too incautiously, for she was almost three times as heavy as she looked---and fought his way out of his pajamas. Then he swarmed on top of her, clamped his mouth over hers, and reached down to pull her legs apart. She opened them wide at his touch, and without further ado he penetrated her.
She screamed and moaned as he thrust. The heat of her pussy was almost painful. She was hot and swollen, so tight he could hardly move, and her muscles (or their android equivalents) were spasming at random, but there was an underlying rhythym, as if she was sucking him in and pushing him out, just as she had done with her mouth. In anyone he didn’t trust so completely, her strength would have been terrifying. With her, it was exhilirating, like opening a safe while the household slept or taking a Megadeus into battle.
She writhed and bucked beneath him, clamped her arms around his chest---nearly stopping his breathing---moaning the whole time.
He came first, and cried out, which caused her to come in turn. After a moment, Beck withdrew and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath. There was a large puddle of semen and lubricant on the bed.
Beck looked at Dorothy’s face and smiled. After a long moment, she smiled back, ever so faintly.
* * *
Dori surveyed Roger’s immobilized form for a moment, then, with a look of solemn determination, took his limp penis into her mouth. In very short order she had returned it to its full glory and gained his full attention. Then she briskly untied his hands and feet.
Roger sat up and rubbed his wrists, wondering what was going to happen next. Dori kissed him, then took him by the hand and had him stand at the edge of the bed. Then she knelt on the bed, facing away from him. Roger, smiling, took her from behind. After a couple of minutes of this she stopped him with difficulty and had him change positions. She did this several times, always timing it to delay his orgasm and work him up to a fever pitch of exitement. Then she had him spread-eagle on his back and she straddled him again, and the reminder of their first time was so powerful that they both came almost at once.
After their cries died away, neither of them moved for several minutes. Then they rolled apart. Roger looked at Dori’s face and smiled. When she didn’t smile back, his suspicions began.
* * *
Beck cuddled her close and laughed quietly to himself.
“What’s so funny?”
“Do you really think that’s how Dorothy would act?”
“Yes,” said Dori, not asking how Beck had pierced her disguise. “We talked it over, and that was her second choice.”
“Second choice?”
“You need a big electromagnet for her first choice.”
Beck laughed his horrible, cackling laugh. “I’ll order one right away.”
“You can test it on me.”
“I will.”
* * *
Roger lay with his head in her lap.
Dorothy asked, “How did you know it was really me?”
“You didn’t smile.”
Dorothy nodded. “I meant to. I’d even practiced with Dori.” She fell silent.
“But you were busy and forgot.”
Dorothy didn’t reply, but he hadn’t expected her to.
After a long silence, she said, “Dori would like to do this for real.”
“And what would Beck say to that?”
“`Fine, if I get Dorothy.’”
Roger scowled. “Fat chance of that! That’s asking an awful lot of you, Dorothy. It’s not as if you find the guy attractive or anything.”
Dorothy did not reply.
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