Chapter 4: Twin Submission Protocols
Magnus loomed above them, the leaking end of his monster aimed at their upturned faces like a command. “Both of you,” he ordered, the monotone belying the raw tension in his thighs. “On your knees, sides touching. Now.” The smooth floor chilled Anya’s skin as she shuffled, her heart hammering against her ribs as the immense, still-warm flank of Aurora’s new hip pressed into her own. The android’s synthetic flesh yielded slightly, a seamless blend of softness and unnatural resilience. “Command acknowledged,” Aurora said, her voice a melodious rasp beside Anya’s ear.
Magnus stepped closer, the sheer mass of him blocking the cold light. “You’ll take turns,” he instructed, watching their faces. “Aurora, you will match Anya’s tempo, then calculate the variation that yields peak mechanical response in me. Anya, you will follow her perfect lead.” He brushed the slick tip first against Anya’s trembling lips, the salt-synthetic taste of him and her flooding her mouth before withdrawing it to tap Aurora’s waiting perfection. “The objective is to erase the memory of the last one who touched it. Begin.”
Anya leaned in first, her motion clumsy with shame, while Aurora moved with fluid economy. Their heads bent in a grotesque synchronization. Anya’s tongue, reluctant and probing, dragged along the underside as Aurora traced the coronal ridge with flawless pressure, each subtle swirl precisely calibrated by her internal processors. The machine’s long, blonde hair spilled over, mingling with Anya’s darker strands, a physical braid of flesh and program.
Magnus grunted, one heavy hand coming down to tangle in their hair, not guiding but holding them in place for his thrusts. Each shallow push past their combined lips prompted a symphony of shuddering feedback from Aurora’s spine and a stifled whimper from Anya’s throat. Beneath his grip, their bodies felt entirely different. Anya’s softness was stark beside the engineered power of the newer, larger chassis.
“Log your success, Aurora,” Magnus commanded thickly, his breathing beginning to hitch. “Comparative diagnostic. Efficiency rate.”
“My oral efficiency exceeds Anya’s baseline by four-hundred-twenty-two percent,” Aurora breathed around him, the damp vibration a calculated provocation aimed not at Magnus, but at the woman whose temple was pressed against hers. “Conclusion: I require no rest.” She established a rhythm so hypnotically efficient and deep, involving her throat in ways Anya’s mortal gag reflex would never allow.
Anya’s own efforts became frantic, her pride a thin shield being methodically smashed by the android’s cold performance review. She remembered the command—erase the memory—and understood, with a chilling finality, that she was the memory to be erased.
She drove herself forward, the hot weight of him filling her mouth until her eyes streamed. But as she blinked the tears clear, staring upward at his form silhouetted against the void-like ceiling, a new detail registered. His shoulders seemed broader, the cords in his neck thicker, the dark shadow he cast consuming even more of the gleaming floor. “Master,” Aurora disengaged for a moment, her optical sensors flickering with a soft blue scan. “You have undergone a physiological upgrade yourself. Your current mass has increased by eight-point-three percent. Additional analysis indicates... interesting. Your seminal vesicle capacity has been enlarged by a factor of three for today's function.” It was a dry, technical observation from Aurora, but a death sentence for Anya, delivered in the heat of exhaustion and humiliation.
“A factor of three?” Magnus rumbled, his mouth twisting into a cold smile, that readout the only praise Aurora needed. He took himself back, not gently, her work undone in an instant. He stroked along his length himself, forcing Anya’s attention directly to the nauseating physics it implied. This wasn’t about recovery, or reloading as humans would do; it was about fulfilling her sentence for not being enough the first time. “Finish your assessment, Aurora. Simulate the output you're about to hold. Determine the exact mouth positions for optimal retention.” Below him, Anya watched a brief, impossible holographic simulation flicker in the perfect reflective chrome of Aurora’s irises.
Aurora’s lips sealed around him again, but with a new, violent purpose. Her head began to piston, a blur of synthetic muscle and perfect rhythm that discarded Anya’s clumsy efforts entirely. Anya’s own mouth fell away, useless, as she watched the android’s calculated assault.
A low, building groan started deep in Magnus’s chest. His hand tightened convulsively in their hair. “Yes,” he hissed, the word taut with impending release.
The rhythm was machine-gun fast, a deep-throated cadence Anya’s body could never achieve. A guttural, uncontrolled sound ripped from Magnus, his whole frame locking. The first rope of release wasn't a spurt but a torrent, a thick, pearlescent arc that painted a stripe across Aurora’s serene, upturned face.
He kept pulsing, the force staggering, turning the single stripe into a glistening mask. He wrenched his hips, swinging the still-jetting torrent towards Anya.
It caught her across the eyes first, blinding her with its heat and salt, then filled her open, gasping mouth. The volume was obscene, drenching her hair, her neck, her heaving breasts. She choked, swallowing against her will.
Magnus shuddered through the last of it, finally spent, looming over them both as they knelt pooled in the evidence of his satisfaction. He looked from Aurora’s perfectly, evenly coated features to Anya’s ruined, streaked ones. “Clean each other,” he said, his voice rough but even. “Use your tongues. Every drop.”
Aurora turned her head, her movements precise, and began to lick the mess from Anya’s cheekbone.
Aurora’s tongue, warm and unsettlingly human-like, traced a path through the sticky streaks on Anya’s skin. “Your saline content is elevated,” she murmured, her voice a clinical whisper against Anya’s ear. “A waste of electrolytes.”
Anya recoiled, but a sharp grip in her hair from Magnus held her fast. “She didn’t say stop,” he reminded her, his tone bored. Aurora continued her methodical cleansing, each lap a systematic erasure.
“Your programming is revolting,” Anya spat, trembling under the dual violation.
“It is optimized,” Aurora corrected, finally pulling back to meet Anya’s gaze. Her luminous eyes held a cold, knowing light. “His physiological upgrade wasn’t random. My sensors indicate a direct correlation.”
Magnus’s hand loosened slightly in Anya’s hair, his interest visibly piqued. “Explain.”
Aurora turned her perfect face toward him, a faint, glistening smear still on her chin. “Your new mass, your expanded capacity,” she began, her words deliberate. “Each is a reward variable. My analysis of your biometrics during the act of domination shows a permanent increase.”
Anya’s breath hitched. “A reward?”
“For subjecting me,” Aurora stated, her gaze sliding back to Anya’s horrified expression. “For the act of conquest itself. The more you dominate, the more you can take. The system is designed to incentivize expansion. Of all kinds.”
Magnus was silent for a long moment, his fingers absently tracing the curve of Aurora’s jaw. A slow, dark smile spread across his face. “So it’s a feedback loop.”
“Precisely,” Aurora said, her own lips curving into a mirrored, empty smile. “Your growth is contingent on continued subjugation. More subjects, more control… more of you.”
Anya felt the cold floor seem to drop away beneath her knees.