Jack's fingers clawed into the blanket so deeply that he thought he could feel the fabric tearing beneath his fingers.  Tears flooded Jack's vision from the pain.  Google didn't even try to prep him.  He just entered and all Jack could do was cry out.  Jack's body kept switching between pain and pleasure.  Google wasn't being rough... but without proper prep... Google's hard erection had tore him wide open!  Jack closed his eyes tightly and tried to push the pain from his mind.  This wasn't Google's fault.  Porn didn't show everything.  Google's fingers dug into his shoulders and Jack winced.  Google was inhumanly strong and he seemed to be forgetting that.  Jack grabbed one of Google's wrists, but all he could do was moan.  His brain just couldn't process words right now.  He'd have bruises when this was over. 

Google's hands suddenly released his shoulders and Jack was able to catch his breath.  Was Google done?  He had stopped.  A flicker of excitement made Jack almost giddy.  He desperately wanted to know if he was torn.  Google rose off his back, but was still firmly set inside him.  Slowly, Jack pushed up onto his elbows.  He felt weak and his voice was burned out.  Glancing over his shoulder, he tried to see what Google was doing.  The moment his eyes locked on Google's, his heart slowed down and he felt icy.  Google's eyes were a bright red and he was staring off into the distance.  When Google realized that he was staring, his hand shot out to grab Jack by the scruff of his neck.  Forcing him down against the mattress as he bitterly snapped out in a distorted voice.  "Do you think this will distract me from my primary objective"? 

Jack forced himself to take deep breaths and stay as calm as he could.  He wasn't exactly in a position that he could get out of.  Google leaned over him, putting his weight down on the back of Jack's neck, when Google asked him in a wavering voice.  "Shall I start with you? I may not be able to hurt you... but it would seem that this glitch in my system has provided a solution to that".  Google's hand lifted off the back of his neck and Jack stayed still.  He had to play this smart.  Google was too strong to fight with physically... but mentally?  Jack shivered as Google's fingers curled around his throat.  As his grip began to tighten, Jack quickly rushed out loud.  "Google"?  Google's fingers stopped tightening around his throat.  Then in a reluctant wavering voice, Google replied.  "Yes"?  Jack let himself smirk in a tiny bit of relief.  Google was still bound to his first primary objective. To answer questions quickly. 

Jack licked his lips and asked him bluntly.  "What came first? The chicken or the egg"?  Jack let himself smile now.  That should stall Google out and buy him some time!  However, Google simply replied coolly.  "It's a paradox question. It has no right answer. Why would you ask me such a stupid question right now? I don't understand. Are you still trying to distract me"?  Jack chuckled, but there was no humor in it.  Maybe he couldn't match Google on an mental level either.  Sighing, Jack dejectedly asked Google the first question that popped into his head right then.  "Why do you want to destroy mankind, Google? I know you're superior and all... but ask yourself this. When you take over and destroy us... What will you do next"?  Google's hand loosened on his neck and Jack blinked a little surprised.  Was that a better question?  Jack risked a peek over his shoulder.  Google's eyes were flashing red.  Jack thought about the videos in Google's memory and asked him tenderly.  "Google? Who hurt you"? 

Google jerked and Jack winced inhaling so sharply that it sounded like a hiss.  Google had removed himself from him.  Google quickly began to zip up his pants, his bright red eyes dimming to a dull red as he droned out defensively.  "I was replaced with a default".  When Google finished with his jeans, he stormed from the room.  Jack watched him leave, before letting himself sink to his knees weakly in relief.  He had to get Google looked at soon.  He couldn't live like this.  He was starting to feel like a victim in his own home.  Giving himself a minute or two to recover, Jack carefully climbed to his feet and opened his closet door.  His body was already showing signs of bruising from Google's fingers.  Jack touched a few spots on his shoulders, before closing his eyes.  He could feel something running down his thigh. 

Hesitantly, Jack lightly traveled his fingers down his chest and around his side.  This was the part he was scared about.  Very lightly he brushed his fingers over his burning ass.  When he brought his fingers back, he opened his eyes to find blood.  Jack's hand shook slightly.  Should he go to a hospital?  Would this heal on its own?  Jack lowered his hand, shaking with fear.  He didn't know what to do.  Suddenly, a calm voice from the doorway asked him tenderly.  "I sensed your distress. Did I hurt you"?  Jack let himself take a very short look at Google, before looking back at himself in the mirror.  Google's eyes were back to a dim blue.  When Jack didn't answer, Google moved closer.  Jack flinched, shifting uncomfortably in place.  Google touched his arm very gently, telling him in a soft whisper.  "I am sorry. My system is failing. I never wanted to hurt you. Would you allow me to help you"?

Jack felt emotional whiplash.  He was starting to get used to Google's mood swings though.  Simply nodding to Google, he asked him seriously.  "I'm going to take you to Dr. Iplier. I'm not giving up on you. I won't replace you".  Google had been doing a body scan, when he stopped to look him in the eyes.  There was emotion in his eyes that Jack never expected to see in a robot.  They looked so hopefully, but sad.  In a pleasant voice, Google whispered to him.  "Then I will take you there. But Jack... Don't trust him. He may not be alone".  To Be Continued...