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  Relava took in his entire length, then let him slide almost all the way out. Then she got down to the rhythm of sucking him off. Her hand slipped up to cup his balls, and her thumb stroked him along the line of skin between his anus and testicles. Eddie’s jaw clenched.

  It is harder for the male Ops than for the female. Women are just naturally better at separating themselves from what their bodies are being asked to do. It’s probably a defense trait to cope with things like menstruation and childbirth. Since becoming mecho, I am unable to do either one.

  What Relava lacked in creativity she made up for in enthusiasm, aided by her hand between her legs. She lifted her rear in the air while she put her fingers inside herself and busily masturbated. She was already moaning. Her buttocks flexed as she moved against her hand. The cry she made was muffled with her mouth still wrapped around Eddie’s cock, but still audible. She’d had another orgasm. I sat up straighter in my chair, watching for signs Eddie might need help in subduing her.

  “Now I’m going to perform sexual intercourse with you.” Eddie motioned for Relava turn around. “We’re going to begin in the male from behind position.”

  Relava’s eyes were glazed. She still smiled. Now the skin on her face jumped and ticked, still in a way that untrained eyes would pass off as flirtatious expression. To me it boded trouble.

  Now Relava faced me on her hands and knees, with Eddie behind her. He took a breath, probably to clear his head, then pushed his length into her. Even though she’d had two previous orgasm, Relava let out another low moan of pleasure. She couldn’t help it. She was programmed to love fucking.

  Eddie put his hands on her hips and set up a slow, teasing pattern of strokes that had Relava quickly pushing herself back against him. Eddie maintained the pace, but after a few moments, it no longer mattered. She went into overdrive.

  She put her head down low, so I could only see the top of her head. Now she flung her head back so fast and far the white curve of her throat met my gaze. Maybe she was trying to speak, or to scream. What came out of her was a hideous, low grinding, the sound of rusty gears gone too long without oil. Relava’s back hunched even as she continued to thrust herself on and off Eddie’s erection. Her body shuddered as her hands clenched the sheets so hard they came off the bed.

  Eddie looked grim, and sweat broke out on his forehead. “She’s going over.”

  “You got it?”

  He nodded. “She’s in clenchdown.”

  “You’re in for a helluva ride, Eddie.”

  Clenchdown was an unfortunate autoresponse to an ignition on the fritz. She’d clenched her pussy down so tightly on Eddie’s cock he wouldn’t be able to pull out until she finished…or was inactivated.

  We’d trained for this lots of times, but it’s different in real life. In training, you know you’re not going to get hurt. In the field, nothing is monitored. Nothing is safe. This bot could ride Eddie until he broke and then keep fucking his corpse for hours. Or she could just constrict his dick so forcibly she popped it off like a cherry from its stem. Either prospect wasn’t pretty.

  Eddie barely flinched. The muscles on his arms stood out as he gripped her pounding hips. “I’m going to try and get her to come. Maybe she’ll calm down.”

  “Or maybe she’ll get even more fired up.” I patted my stunner. “I’ll cover you.”

  “Thanks, G.” Now his voice revealed some of the strain he was under. Agony and ecstasy warred on his face for a moment before he smoothed his features again. “She’s a wild one.”

  Relava bucked against him. Her smile never faded. Her hair had begun to tangle from all the head tossing.

  Eddie reached around and found her clitoris with his index and middle fingers. The instant he touched her there, Relava yelped and shuddered. He pressed against her again, and she came again. Her hips never stopped moving, thrusting against him, pulling him in and out of her. Fucking him in overdrive.

  “She’s not stopping,” I said. Watching her still fascinated me.

  Eddie shot me a glance that said he knew damn well she wasn’t stopping. He grabbed both her hips again. His own thrusts were becoming ragged.

  “I’m close,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

  “Really?” I was surprised at first, then not. Relava was really giving him a ride. He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t get off on it.

  Eddie gave me another one of his looks. “When I’m done, you pull her off.”

  We’d have a few scant seconds when Eddie’s semen might override the clenchdown. Pleasurebots are programmed to release at the presence of ejaculate. I wasn’t hopeful this one would. She was too far gone.

  It shouldn’t have been sexy to see Eddie being fucked like crazy by a bot out of her mind. But it was. Any man on the verge of orgasm looks totally hot. The way his eyes closed, as though he couldn’t keep them open. The way his mouth thinned as he tried not to moan. His chest muscles rippled, followed by the hard, smooth planes of his abdomen. A man this close to coming is sheer perfection.

  I positioned myself at their sides and wrapped my arm around Relava’s waist. Her skin was hot, practically burning up. She rolled her hips, probably trying to arch her clit toward my fingers, but I wasn’t cooperating. I held her harder.

  Eddie made a familiar, low noise. I glanced over my shoulder. He was going to come.

  When he growled, I yanked. At first, nothing happened except that Relava and Eddie both hollered at the same time. I yanked again. Relava and I both flew forward and ended up in a tangled heap on the floor. I was up in an instant, but she didn’t move. She remained, crumpled and twitching. The strong stench of ozone and something burning filled the room. She was smiling.

  “I’ve got her secured,” I called back to Eddie, as I slipped the stuncuffs loosely over her wrists. She didn’t move. “But…I think she’s done.”

  Eddie wiped himself clean and got dressed with swift efficiency. “We’ll have to take her in.”

  I nodded. “Another life saved.”

  He punched me lightly on the shoulder. “Better me than some poor, unsuspecting sucker, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  I watched Relava stir. Coherence returned to her eyes, and she looked at her bound wrists.

  “Okay,” she said. She’d stopped smiling.

  Chapter Seven

  Whatever passivity had been programmed into Relava’s nature was quickly overcome by the instinct of self-preservation. As soon as Eddie and took her out of the Inspection station, she ran. I’m ashamed to say she caught me by surprise, but my thoughts were of the seeing Declan that night and not on making sure the bot in my custody didn’t escape.

  Before we even got to the pedtread, Relava drove her stiletto heel into the side of Eddie’s calf. Our boots are designed to prevent such injuries to our feet, but she got him just above the top of the boot. Right in the muscle. With a curse that echoed off the buildings around us, Eddie went down. She didn’t wait to see if I’d help him or go after her; she just took off.

  A human woman running with bound hands and wearing stiletto shoes would’ve tripped herself and fallen in moments. Relava, however, had the advantage of permanently arched feet and perfect balance. She also had the advantage of never tiring.

  I left Eddie writhing and bitching on the sidewalk and ran after her. My feet had to slap the pavement twice as fast as hers just to catch up, but I’m in shape—and I’m mecho. I have enough tendon and sinew made from indefatigable materials to keep me going longer than unenhanced citizens.

  Relava, however, had me beat. Her break was so unexpected she had the time to get a good head start, and desperation fueled her. She dodged through the growing crowd as we crossed Districts. Hardly anyone looked twice at the half-clad, stuncuffed woman fleeing in their midst, though I got a few sideways glances as I passed. I couldn’t get close enough to her to use my stunner.

  She zigged, and then she zagged, and ducked into an alleyway I’d never have noticed if she hadn’t shown m