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The Prompt: ROBOT SLAVES FORCED TO DO BIDDING BY REMOTE CONTROL

Oh yeah, I think we all know where this is going. Remember that remote control that Bulma made to shut down the androids? Well the prompt is Bulma gives Krillin the remote she made, and he uses it, but rather than shutting down 17 and 18, it makes them really horny and forces them to do the bidding of whoever pressed the remote control. The sexy bidding that is. I guess this takes place sometime before Cell absorbs both of them, since it's a 18/K/17 prompt.
P.S. Dr. Gero was a really perverted old man.

The fill:

As soon as he finished pressing the button, he knew he made a huge mistake. The remote fell from his hands. So clumsy. ‘Oh god, I’m so sorry’ didn’t even attempt to cover it. What Krillin wanted was to fall to his knees before them, her, and beg for forgiveness. He still didn’t have the courage to take her into his arms, unconscious or not, so he would just bow before her and weep before he blew her up. And weep after. And then again.

He could see her fallen before him, though his eyes had snapped closed as soon as his finger pressed down on the dull red button. That bright gold hair out spread out before her like a wave and looking more helpless than she’d ever had before, a tumble of spilled hurt limbs on the dirt. He, Krillin, would have to find it within himself to put her out of her misery.

To find within himself energy enough to destroy one of the planet’s strongest enemies. But it felt more like shooting a rare and beautiful injured animal, like a unicorn, than any sort of victory that he had wanted. But he would do it. He had to. If he didn’t destroy her, then Cell would absorb her and this would all be for naught.

Oh. And her boyfriend too.

Right, poor Juunanagou.

Right.

His eyes opened at that, wondering how awful he was that he didn’t care much about killing Juuhachigou’s boyfriend. No wonder why he couldn’t get on the nimbus cloud ever. No wonder she didn’t like him, probably sensing his envy and dislike of the other, taller, handsomer man with his longish straight hair. Jeez. Why wouldn’t she like him more? At the least he could relate to her being an android like Krillin never could.

But he would have tried.

Which he nearly said aloud to Juuhachigou, looking into her big limpid pale eyes that looked either grey or a light blue depending on her mood. His mouth opened a little as he realized what he was seeing.

She was smiling, and his fingertips went cold. Oh god, of course it hadn’t worked, and he’d just jumped out at them from behind that rock that was now miles away. When he turned his head a little, slowly, he saw Juunanagou with the same expression. As in identical, with the same curve of the mouth and eyes tilted up in the corners, showing their nice cheekbones and almost revealing teeth that were supermodel perfect.

“Hello, Master.” Her voice was all slick and smug.

“Yes, hello, Master.” Juunanagou purred it.

Both of them had their heads tilted just a tiny bit to send nearly make half of their straight hair touch their shoulders.

Krillin could only gape.

“How have you been?”

“Have your friends recovered?”

“Uuuh.” Something clicked in his throat as he swallowed. “Yes. Fine.”

“And where, Master, are they right now?” Juuhachigou was biting a pouting lower lip, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face.

A small explosion took place in the short fighter’s head, something that nearly blinded and deafened him.

‘Master?’What had he done? The controller. What had it done?

They were coming closer. Oh god, was it all a joke just to mess with his head like that kiss that still warmed his cheek? Any second one of those hands would reach out and bury itself in an organ, tearing it out. They were staring at him, not blinking. Unsettled, Krillin noticed that aside from having eyes the same shape and shade, they had the exact long dark eyelashes.

“Master?” Juunanagou was leaning forward, hands cupped and looking boyish with his hair in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

Her look was Goku on Thanksgiving and seeing the turkey after having not eaten all day, and Chi-Chi during that week Goku had come back after a year in space. That look beyond starvation, a promise, you don’t know what I’m going to do to you, but I will wreck you in the best way. “You look…tense, Master.”

“Do you need a massage?”

“I think he does.”

Nerves died when he saw her looking him down from the top of his recently waxed head to his dusty boots. More when he saw Juunanagou doing the same.

“Do you want us to help make you feel better, Master?” One raised perfect eyebrow that was done with effortless ease even though Krillin had spent hours practicing in the mirror doing the same.

‘Mm, yeah, sis, we should definitely make him feel better.”

Now any second he would die in such a humiliating way. Could he even be brought back to life? No, now that he thought about it, he actually couldn’t. “Wait. You’re his sister? You’re her brother?” He couldn’t recall any such camaraderie with the other androids, no calls of ‘hey, bro, got your back, now let me go absorb this guy’s energy.’ But those were the worst last words.

“Oh yes. We’re twins.” The casual way she shoved her hair back again made his stomach twist. The twins were coming closer. Worst way to die. This was so humiliating, even for him, a man who spent his Saturday mornings in his pajamas or underwear, eating cereal and watching cartoons, who didn’t have a girlfriend and was still a virgin, and just a tiny bit younger than Bulma, and who wanted to cry at defeating one of the villains of earth.

“You’re brother and sister? As in, related, by blood.” Like, human? But then, hadn’t Bulma said something about cells and science-y stuff that might have involved that?

They seemed able to read his mind. “We’re improved humans. “ The androids said together, like some freaky twins from the science fiction shows Krillin used to watch late at night as a teen.

Improved in what way?

Again, the mind reading. “In every way.”

Krillin’s mind began to shy away from the possibilities, but oh, something Trunks had said about ‘unlimited energy’ was haunting him. This was how they’d destroyed so many people in the future. Everyone was too busy checking them out to fight back.

“Do you want a demonstration?” She was moving a little closer, leaning down to look him straight in the eye.

“Oh no. No. I’m fine.” ‘Stay where you are!’ being screamed beneath his words.

“Really?”

“Sure he is, Juuhachigou.” Why was Juunanagou grinning like that? “He’s definitely fine.”

Both Krillin and Juuhachigou grimaced, even though the small man had only the briefest understanding of what the darker android was talking about. Warily, he watched them both try and look innocent, while creeping closer towards him. Krillin nearly admired the white of Juuhachigou’s t-shirt and how his blood would look black splattered across it, the small waist with that funny chain from an old-fashioned watch hanging off her, the wide forehead and the small nose, and she was now noticing him staring at her, but didn’t seem freaked out or disgusted at all. The android was just looking right back at him, and didn’t look horrified by what she was finding.

What had that remote done? My god, what had it done to her? To both of them?

“Master?” Her voice was almost pleading, a little sad and breathless.

Juunanagou, her twin brother and definitely not her boyfriend, looked almost drugged. His eyes all glassy, and panting a little. Their hands, beautifully shaped and graceful, kept twitching and forming fists only to fall flat. “Master? Pleaase?”

“Huh? What? What’s wrong?” What if he’d hurt them by pressing that button? He’d never wanted any of this. God, if they were in pain he’d never forgive himself. Why had he pressed that stupid button? Why? This was all his fault. They called him ‘Master’ and all he was doing was hurting them. His own Master would have been ashamed. Everything he ever did went wrong and ended horribly. All his fault.

And then Juunanagou started to grope himself through his jeans.

Actually cupping himself, fingers wrapped around his penis that was increasingly visible through his pants, moving a little, begging, still. “Maaaster.”

“Please?” One of those perfect hands was cupping an arguably more perfect breast, white teeth biting down on her lower lips again.

They were looking at him like a pair of desperate orphans.

“Master?”

“Please, Master, come here and fuck us.”

All the muscle control died in his body, and he nearly pitched forward. Lightheaded, dizzy, faint. Perhaps he was having a stroke?

Juuhachigou’s hand was sliding down her stomach to touch herself between her thighs. Definitely a stroke. Juunanagou’s own hand was picking up speed. Please, a stroke, right here.

“Just a little?” The blonde woman looked so pleading.

“We’ll do whatever you want.”

His own Master was to blame for what slipped out. “Like what?”

“Touch us. Spread out legs and just take us right here. One at a time. Or both. Just, please, fuck us.” That circle was she making over and over again was driving him out of Krillin out of his mind. He just wanted to slam his head against a rock for awhile to clear things out.

“You could do whatever you want to us.” Had the normally slick and in-control darker android ever sounded so desperate? “We can fuck you, if you want?”

“Please? We’ll suck you off right here.”

There was a huge amount of blank whiteness in his head.

Juuhachigou was now touching her other breasts, and in that white shirt you could see quite a bit of her arousal, and maybe she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her twin brother was sliding a finger into his mouth and sucking on it to make the most degenerate noises ever created. All big blue eyes that made him feel stupid and weak in his stomach.

For a moment, he saw Bulma in her lab, hunched over her computer and typing fiendishly, sweat and coffee fumes running from her furrowed brow. ‘I’ve almost got it. Almost there. Then I’ll be able to give it to Krillin and save everyone!’ Trying her best, but failing, a little bit, in a perverted screwed up way. Her in her most professional serious scientist mode, a mature woman with a child who was helping save the world. Who had grown as a person and no longer played cruel jokes…

Unless.

His eyes narrowed. Remembered that time at Capsule Corp for her birthday party, before she’d refused to ever have another since she was ‘approaching’ thirty, when she had harassed Vegeta all day for not buying her a present (despite telling everyone not to bother, it wasn’t necessary, etc, while they all rolled their eyes and knew to ask her mother where she’d registered for gifts) and taken all the towels out while he was showering, hid all his clothes, refused him food without her spit in it, generally yelling at him and disabling the cable and his training chamber. Ignoring everyone else while Vegeta’s face grew increasing stony and refused to acknowledge any of the others, so the group sat around and ate cake and ice cream and watched Bulma call Vegeta a freeloader, that he was a midget (which Krillin personally was a little offended by), his hair looked to be thinning at his angle, that Goku would always be stronger than his tiny ass, all of the others torn between horror and amusement, until him turning around finally to scream yeah well, her udders were lopsided, and right then was when everyone put down their plates and began creeping out of the room.

When he began the comments on her being twenty-nine or twenty-eight this year again, they started to run.

Maybe that was all foreshadowing for Trunks?

Juunanagou was slowing tracing his lower lip with his tongue, and in the normally reasonably content universe of Krillin’s soul, a sun went from a red giant to a supergiant to neutron star and wiped out some of the inhuman reflexes to make the left side of his face twitch spastically.

He saw Bulma smoking, rolling her eyes, the Bulma of their childhood. Telling her dad to just forget it, pack it in, she was done. This was boring. Those boneheads should have just listened to her in the first place and used the dragonballs to find Gero and stopped him when they had the chance. She’d done her part, and those muscleheads should now do their part by punching something. ‘Just toss something together Dad, its Krillin anyway; it’ll fail. Nothing goes right when he’s involved. You remember when I told you about Namek and everything that went wrong, and everyone who died? Krillin’s fault.’

Or, maybe worse, her actually finding a flaw in her programming. ‘What’s this say? ‘Don’t press this ever, ever, unless you want the furniture wrecked (another solar system was taken out and sent flutters through Krillin’s deadening face) and for those twin androids to go insane and hump everything like an animal in heat?’ Hmm. This could be entertaining? Isn’t he always complaining about being single?’

‘Oh. And Dad, make sure not to tell Krillin they’re brother and sister.’

“You want me to. To touch you. Both.”

Frantic nodding. “Please, Master, whatever you want.”

Krillin nearly wept.

It was the most perfect irony. Had two beautiful twins right before him, begging, literally, for him, and there was no way to act on it. They were out of it from that remote, not a trick, and he couldn’t do anything. It would be so wrong.

“You want us, right?”

Krillin could only nod mindlessly, swallowing spit and trying not to bite his tongue. What had he done to deserve this? Two beautiful twins, even if one was a guy, and trying to convince him to sleep with them. Who, who had he angered so much?

“Then come take us.”

Now they were undressed. Oh god. He needed to leave, escape. Tried to close his eyes. Juuhachigou was wearing a tiny bra, and Juunanagou’s underwear looking sprayed on.

“We’ll just be your fuckholes to fill.”

“Oh god.” He saw bright geometric shapes when he shoved his hands into his eyes.

“Master? You said you wanted us?”

Peaked through the fingers. No bra anymore.

“Oh god.”

“Are you hard yet, Master? Do you want us to touch you?”

Looking at his crotch and appearing starved. All those dirty magazines and movies weren’t enough to truly convey what such hunger was.

“Oh god!”

“Please? I’m so wet.”

Fingers sliding into herself. That face indescribably sad. Juunanagou was fingering himself as well, and seeing them speared on their own digits was too much.

“Oh god. Please.” He prayed for strength.

“We want that nice, big hard cock inside us, just filling us. Please, Master? We’ve seen the videos.”

“What videos? What videos?”

“Of you.” Juuhachigou shrugged. “Swimming. Bathing outside. Masturbating.”

He’d never been so hard and so very horrified.

Gero had done more than a little spying. God. Gross. And putting that into these two sweet innocent heads? Disgusting. They had been humans once, and now they were just machine to do some monster’s bidding? And what was with this fucked up sudden horniness? Had Gero done something with that too? Had dare he! Had Gero touched them in any inappropriate manner, even more inappropriate than turning them into android? If he had, Krillin would find a way to the Afterlife just to murder again. How dare he even lay a hand on poor Juunanagou, who was capable of doing the most mind destroying motion with his hips, let alone with Juuhachigou, who positively the longest, most amazing legs in the universe.

Even his nipples were stiff.

…When was the last time he’d masturbated outside of a house? Or did Gero had cameras in his house? Master Roshi’s house. Whatever. Knowing that they were watching him, or had watched him on film, was so sleazy and sexy. But then, when he stopped to think about it, what were his exact exact moves? Had they watched with disgust, or bemusement? ‘Is it suppose to look like that?’ ‘Why’s he making that face?’ ‘I yawned for longer than it took for him to get off.’

Now Krillin was sad as well as horny, which made him feel nostalgic for his early twenties.

Juunanagou was nearly as hairless as his twin sister. They both looked so soft. No, hold it in, Krillin, you can do this. But he just wanted to pet them a little, just the top of their heads like cats. That was harmless, right? Tucking their hair behind their ears, running a thumb under their adorable pointy chins, cooing at how precious they were.

They would both despise him for it.

Possibly more than if he’d just slept with them.

He wasn’t a man with the greatest memory, but the sight of them rolling onto their stomachs, spreading their legs exactly how they wanted him to do it, touching themselves and making soft moans in the backs of their throats, would never leave his head.

What he needed was to find some revulsion for himself, for them, these horrible machine about to go and find Goku to kill him if they could, hurting his friends, having no control over themselves due to Krillin’s actions, but all he could think was how he wanted to nuzzle against Juuhachigou’s heavy chest and that despite how foreign and similar Juunanagou’s male genitals were, he kinda liked that. What would it feel like to touch that part of another man? And while Juuhachigou touched him?

He was a weak man as well.

“Maybe, if it makes you two feel better. Just a little. Not. Everything.”

Maybe this would turn them back to normal? Just their off with their ‘Master’ and they’d return to normal. To murder him, of course, but Krillin couldn’t just leave them there. Not like this. What if they jumped someone else, a complete stranger? Or worse. The others were looking for them, and if they found them, apart from destroy the two destructive teens, might see them so vulnerable which these two would despite more than just dying.

“Please.” Hair falling into their faces, Juunanagou not caring, but Juuhachigou trying futilely to push it back and blow it away. On their knees and waiting for him, one tan the other bone white and this was beyond even his wildest fantasies. So far beyond this couldn’t be happening to him, but then she was grabbing his hands and putting them on her waist, turning around a little and making muscles tighten and flex, telling him that she wanted to go first, and now he was the one saying please.

He wasn’t supposed to be doing any of this. This was terrible. They would never be doing such a despicable thing to him if they were in their right minds. Krillin leaned forward to touch Juuhachigou’s face, trying not to shudder at how she looked almost blissful at his touch, how she kissed the tips of his fingers, smiling like she never would have.

“Juuhachigou?”

Her very pert and eye-gougingly perfect butt was brushing against his thighs. “Yes, Master?”

“Let’s say. If I wasn’t your ‘Master.’” Against his will, his hands slid between those horrifyingly ideal twin pale globes to stroke that line of silky damp skin, pink as her mouth. Trying to remember and forget his Master’s magazines and movies, and a bored Maron trying to play with him while the others were gone. This was that spot that the boys at his old Orin temple had talked ceaselessly about, worried and fretted and coveted. “Would you still want this?”

“I don’t know.” Juuhachigou should never have been allowed to shrug while shirtless. “I want this right now, Master. What does it matter?” Rocking her hips, searching for his own to bump against.

That didn’t help in any sense.

“Let’s just say though, that, just for argument.” Even as his hand went to cup the back of her head and run his fingers through her head. Just like he’d wanted to do for the longest time, and she didn’t even break his arm as his fantasies had always ended. “That I wasn’t your Master. Would you still want to sleep with me? Like, if we met on the street, would you invite me back to your house?”

Juuhachigou cocked her head, somehow becoming even more endearing. “What house?”

“Hypothetically speaking.”

“Master?” Juunanagou interrupted them, holding himself out and looking like something from a magazine even his Master wouldn’t approve of. “Can you suck me off?”

Where was the line in this situation?

They looked so desperate, as needy as they were enticing, that Krillin couldn’t just brush them away. Couldn’t he just get them off, ignore himself, and just focus on them. Make it not about sex, but just simple relief? Turn him into a decent person rather than a monster taking advantage of two already damaged teenagers?

In for a penny for a pound. He didn’t want this, but seemed unable to avoid it. Out of his hands, and, well, technically things were being put into his hands literally, but metaphorically speaking. Speaking of which. Speaking seemed to be beyond him, reducing him to vague sign language and grunts. Devolving before his own eyes. But then his mouth was too busy wrapping around and sliding down Juunanagou’s cock, gagging briefly before choking and realizing he had no idea what he was doing. It was hard to breathe around it, and the flavor of him was salty brass sliding down his throat to make him feel sick. He had to spit several times just to try and get the taste out. Juunanagou only shivered and squirmed where he stood, making no comment when Krillin ended up running his hands up and down his length rather than doing exactly what the android had requested.

Juuhachigou was leading his fingers into that cozy warmth, making him grunt and every hair to stand on end. When he spread his fingers and pushed them in further, she only gave out a tiny little moan and shudder. By the time a third finger was slipping easily into her, her mouth was open and her eyes cloudy while they gazed at him. What would it be like to kiss her? Would she let him, if he asked?

“Juuhachigou?”

“Mmmyes, Master?”

“C’mere.”

It was bizarre to be in charge. Even with normal girls who he’d managed to convince to go on dates were all commanding; even Maron ordered him about. And here he was telling this beautiful woman to come closer, holding her against him while his hand slid up and down her twin brother. All they needed was some handcuffs and cameras, and this would be perfectly out of a movie.

For all the sleaze, it still felt incredibly to kiss her open welcoming mouth and eventually, when he needed air, to move onto her soft neck and notice the noises she made when he would bite down on the white skin. How she opened her legs to him, and her brother ended up finishing into Krillin’s hand only to lick it off while the shorter man was being grinded into the android’s twin sister.

Could he even say anymore that they were both victims, that he didn’t want any of this?

There really was no clear answer. Even more so when, during a grapple with the two androids, the third technical time he’d ‘grappled’ with them and learned what exactly unlimited energy could translate to and what ki could be used for, including for something more than simply energy but also just for warm steady pulses to areas of interest that could send someone into nearly convulsions, him sweaty and a little dusty from rolling around with them on some tiny corner of a small island, them flawless, and accidentally rolled Juuhachigou onto the remote and thus pressing the button again, and with that small click and another coming from Krillin’s dry throat as he noticed an awareness come back into their eyes, and he had no idea where his clothes were or how to explain any of this.

Especially why he was atop her, holding her waist and still technically, in her, and Juunanagou’s penis still noticeably damp from when it had been so recently in his mouth. And really, why any of them were naked in the first place. Those perfect hands that had done such amazing things to themselves and him were curling up into dangerous fists. Two pairs of eyes that he’d made flutter and shut were looking to him for an explanation.

“Bulma’s fault. This is all Bulma’s fault.”
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