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  Unable to resist, she stroked it across her nipples again. Instantly, a tremor raced across her skin beneath the thin covering of nylon. She shivered and wondered what it would feel like without her suit in the way. Pulling the fastener down, she pushed the screwdriver into the gap and back to her breasts. “Aghhh!” she cried when the vibrations made her breasts shake and ache with desire. She removed the screwdriver and threw it on her bunk. Little beads of sweat stood out on her forehead and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. “Whew,” she said in awe. “What was that all about?

  Picking up the screwdriver once again, she murmured, “If that was your lowest setting, I wonder what you’re like at a higher one.” She stared at it as though expecting an answer. And what would it feel like on her more intimate parts? She glanced at the door to ensure she had closed it and carefully touched it to the seam of her suit where it pressed between her vaginal lips. She turned it on cautiously. Immediately, her juices flooded from her and her stomach rumbled with an intense desire she’d never experienced before.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned as the familiar feelings of near release flooded her body. Taking the screwdriver away from between her legs, she turned it off.

  However, she had already become incredibly aroused and was incapable of stopping. She quickly stripped the nylon suit from her body and lay naked on her bunk. Grasping the screwdriver in her hand, she turned it on and thrust the tip back between her legs, easing it past her tight lips and deep into her vagina.

  She was unprepared for the speed at which it produced her orgasm. It rapidly burst from her and flooded the bed covers beneath her with her juices. “Oh my God!” she screamed. “Oh yes…Yes…Yes!” Her climax increased in intensity until her brain felt as though it was vibrating right out of her head.

  Frantically, she thrust the handle in and out of her, covering it in thick, creamy secretions. Faster and faster she thrust until she thought she was going to die if she didn’t stop. Finally, she let out a long, drawn-out wail of pure sensual pleasure so loudly that she didn’t hear the door to her compartment hiss open.

  “Commander? Are you alright? Are you sick?” Harry enquired solicitously from the doorway, his eyes travelling the length of her shuddering body, from her toes to her head.

  She sat up with a gasp of shame, grabbed her bed covers, and held them to her heaving breasts. Her climax still thundered through her body, making it convulse and jerk. “Harry,” she gasped breathlessly. “What are you doing in here? Don’t you knock when you want to come into a woman’s bedroom?”

  “I heard you scream, Commander, and it sounded as though you were in pain. I became concerned for your welfare.”

  Heat invaded her face as she waggled her fingers at him, indicating that he should leave. “Well, I am, as you can see. Please go away.”

  “Certainly, but only if you assure me that you are alright.”

  “Yes, I am alright. Go, Harry, go,” she grumbled, still holding the bed covers over the front of her body.

  “Certainly, Commander.” The door hissed closed behind him.

  Chapter Three

  Once she had dressed and regained her composure, Mila went to the living quarters. Harry was busy at the SR preparing lunch. Huh, she thought, another lunch of goo. He placed a styrene cup of green liquid in front of her. She avoided his eyes in case she saw reproach in them, although she realised that would be impossible from a robot.

  “What’s this?” she said, glaring at the revolting stuff in the cup.

  “Apparently, it is pea and ham soup, Commander,” Harry said.

  Mila glanced at him and could have sworn the damn robot had a hint of a smile on his face. She took a sip and made a face. “Yuck,” she growled. “This is awful.”

  “Human tastes are beyond me, Commander. I need nothing more than a little lubricant now and then, and, of course, maintenance of my atomic batteries.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t rub it in.”

  “Rub it in?”

  She sighed. “Never mind.” She glanced at him. “Harry…”

  “Yes, Commander?”

  “Harry, would you be able to reprogram the SR?”

  “Reprogram the Sustenance Replicator? I recall that you asked me this previously, Commander. What do you wish the Sustenance Replicator to do?”

  She realised how stupid she sounded. The loneliness was getting to her. “Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

  “Very well, Commander. However, I can assure you it is working as the makers had intended.” He turned away toward the machine room.

  Before he closed the door, she said quickly, “Could it be made to reproduce a steak?”

  Harry turned toward her, his head tilted to one side, probably the only real human characteristic he had. “What kind of steak, Commander?”

  “Sirloin or rib eye. Any kind, really. I just need some solid food for a change.”

  “I recall that the later models of Sustenance Replicators are capable of that. I believe the 2000 series are very good. This is an older 1020 series.”

  “Is that a yes or a no?”

  “If there are sufficient spares in the storeroom, there is no reason that I cannot change the programming. It is well within my brain’s capabilities.”

  She was overjoyed and began to salivate. Damn, if he could do that, existence on this planet would be more endurable. “Please look into it, Harry.”

  “Will that take precedence over the radio repair, Commander?”

  “Hell, yes. This is an immediate, and much more important, task.”

  “Very well, Commander.”

  She watched him strip the SR. His body rippled beneath his suit—yes, he even had muscles. She sighed as her eyes repeatedly dropped to and lingered on his buttocks. She wondered why the designers had made him such a hunk. Any old shape would have done, really, like the earlier 2TY series, which were purely functional and looked like boxes on wheels. After all, it was a machine’s brain and strength that were important, not its looks.

  She rested her chin in a cupped hand and studied Harry’s buttocks again. The thin suit showed every dimple, every movement of the muscles beneath. She wondered what they would feel like. Would they feel as good as they looked, and human-like? Or would they feel metallic, hard, and cold? Did he take his suit off when he went into sleep mode? It was always clean, so he must change it as regularly as she did.

  The Clothing Protection Replicator Mk 4 kept her supplied with a new suit on most days, recycled from her discarded clothing, so she assumed it also supplied Harry. The nylon coveralls really did cling to every indentation and crevice of their bodies. Every dimple, every bump stood out in sharp relief. She wore nothing beneath her suit for she hated the bra and panty lines, beneath the smooth surface—although, of course, there was no one to appreciate her efforts.

  She couldn’t see any lines beneath Harry’s suit, but then why would a robot need pants? She sighed as she watched him working. Damn it, she thought, why had the designers made him so bloody realistic?

  Her thoughts turned to the screwdriver waiting for her in her sleep pod. Dare she turn it on again? Within seconds, it had given her a fantastic orgasm, but it was so fierce and she had only tried it at its lowest setting. Her arousal mounted and she began to look forward to her next sleep period.

  Harry stopped working and raised his head. “Commander, my sensors indicate that a life form is approaching.”

  Chapter Four

  “What did you say, Harry?” Mila said with her heart in her mouth.

  “Commander, a non-human life form is in the vicinity of the spacecraft.”

  “Where?” She snapped.

  “Three kilometres to the northeast.”

  Mila rushed to the appropriate port and stared at the barren landscape. “I can’t see it, Harry.”

  “My sensors indicate that it is an entity. You may not be able to see it, Commander.”

  “Is it friendly?”

  “I have insufficient
data at this time,” he intoned.

  Mila thought he sounded a bit pompous. She frowned. “Let me know the instant you do,” she said.

  “Yes, Commander.” He hesitated. “The entity is on a course parallel to us and maintaining a distance of three kilometres from the survival capsule.”

  Mila’s heart began to beat faster. Was this some kind of a rescue mission using a sensing entity? She doubted it, but anything could happen in space.

  Then Harry said, “We are being scanned, Commander.”

  “Scanned?”

  “Yes, Commander. The entity is apparently as curious about us as we are about it.”

  “Have you detected any unfavourable feelings from it?”

  “No, Commander.” Harry paused, and then said, “It appears satisfied and is departing the area to the north.”

  Bugger it, she thought, just when it might have gotten interesting. “Let me know if it returns.”

  “Yes, Commander.”

  Mila’s excitement faded. She was no stranger to entities, for she had encountered one on an earlier training mission to one of Sirius’s moons. On that occasion, it had been benign and had created a sense of wellbeing in the crew, herself included.

  She turned her mind to more pressing matters. “How’s the SR reprogramming coming along, Harry?”

  “With the available parts in the spaceship, I will be able to recreate some of the sustenance that you require.”

  “Great,” she murmured as her stomach rumbled in anticipation. “How long will you be?”

  “That is difficult to say, Commander. I have not attempted this type of reprogramming before, so an estimation of the time is not possible. I may require a further trip to the spaceship to recover more parts.”

  Mila frowned and held an arm across her stomach. “I’m hungry now.”

  Harry’s handsome head turned toward her and she was sure she detected a twinkle in his eyes. “I had to disable the Sustenance Replicator to enable me to rewire it. Currently, it is not working. I had to connect the primary lead wire into the replicator loom and…”

  “Spare me the details, Harry. Just make it work as soon as you can. I’m starving.”

  “Certainly, Commander.”

  Mila wondered if she would have time to experiment further with the sonic screwdriver before Harry produced a meal. She wandered to a viewing port and stared out at the foreboding landscape. She wondered where the entity gone. It had been there for so brief a time. It would have been interesting to make contact with it.

  Perhaps she would go for a short walk. Making up her mind, she went to the clothing locker and donned a thick suit to protect her against the cold of the planet surface. She selected a breathing mask—although the air on Epsilon was breathable, it was full of gasses that caused her to cough and made her feel dizzy, so she refrained for venturing outside without a breathing mask.

  “Harry, I am going to the surface for a few minutes.”

  “Very well, Commander.”

  Although she knew he would warn her, she couldn’t resist saying, “You will tell me if the entity returns, won’t you, Harry?”

  “Of course, Commander.”

  She pressed the airlock button, the door hissed open, and she stepped inside. The antimicrobial and ultraviolet scanners ensured she would not carry any harmful bacteria to the planet’s surface. They would repeat the process on her return. The outer door slid open and she stepped gingerly onto the planet’s surface. She never liked stepping onto another planet, especially one she knew so little about, and her heart was beating firmly in her breast. She heard the outer airlock door close behind her and suddenly felt very isolated. Breathing deeply of her canned air, she went to the graves of her crew. The cross at the head of the three mounds had fallen over. She picked it up and wedged it upright with a few boulders.

  She walked around the SC and studied it from all angles. Everything looked in perfect order. Harry had evidently done an excellent job with his maintenance.

  She noticed that the only footprints in the surface were her own and those Harry made to and from the wrecked spaceship. Nevertheless, she studied the ground for any other signs of life.

  “Commander?” Harry’s voice in the headset broke into her thoughts, startling her. His voice seemed to echo around inside her head.

  “Yes, Harry. What is it?”

  “The entity is approaching again. It is on a direct course for us.”

  “Direction?” she snapped, her heart lurching in excitement.

  “From the northeast, Commander. Might I suggest that you return to the survival capsule without delay?”

  She gulped and decided to wait—she wanted to see it. “Is it benign or malignant?”

  “I am unable to determine that at this time, Commander.”

  Why not? She wondered. Were his sensors failing him? Perhaps it would be wise to return to the safety of the SC after all. Although entities did have the capability of passing through the hulls of ships, she would feel safer inside the SC with Harry by her side. “Okay, Harry, I am returning now.”

  “Commander, the entity is now within a few metres of your position and has come to a halt three degrees to your left.”

  Mila turned to her left but could see nothing. “Where is it now, Harry?”

  “It is immediately in front of you at two metres distance.”

  She frowned. Why couldn’t she see it? Normally, there would be a slight shift of the space around it, like a heat shimmer, but there was nothing evident. “I can’t see it.”

  “Commander.” Harry’s clinical voice held no emotion or suggestion of urgency. “It is moving toward you. You and the entity are now occupying the same position. I suggest if you are able, you must return to the survival capsule.”

  A warm feeling of peace that held a glimmer of sensuousness within it spread over her, as though the entity was exploring every part, every corner of her body it had invaded.

  Mila didn’t feel threatened in any way. Quite the contrary, she felt pleased to play host to her invisible visitor. She suddenly had a desire to remove the protective suit and quickly returned to the airlock.

  “Are you alright, Commander?” Harry inquired.

  “Yes, Harry, I’m fine. Never felt better.”

  The inner door slid shut behind her and she sighed as she stripped off her mask.

  “Commander, my sensors indicate that the entity has entered your body. I believe that it means you no harm—it is merely curious about you.”

  Mila smiled blissfully, although she had no idea why. “Can you communicate with it?”

  “I have been attempting to do so, but it either cannot understand my signals or chooses not to.”

  “Perhaps you are speaking a different language.”

  “Commander, I have over five thousand languages in my memory banks and can scan them all instantaneously. I am certain the being would understand one of them.”

  “Thank you, Harry,” she said softly, and yawned. She had an urge to lie down in her sleep pod. She yawned again “I think I shall go and lie down now.”

  “Certainly, Commander.”

  Chapter Five

  After stripping off her nylon suit, Mila lay down naked on her bunk. She sighed deeply as the entity began a long exploration of her body. She could feel its touch, light as a feather, soft as a summer breeze.

  The electric tingle inside her skull told her that the entity was examining her brain. She knew it was reading her thoughts as one would read a book. Would it understand her language? Did it understand multiple languages like Harry? She shivered as the tingle across her brain cells increased in intensity.

  The life form began exploring the length of her body. Although she could feel it across her entire body surface, she had the impression that it was making a thorough examination of any feature that attracted its attention, pausing over every tiny detail, every undulation, to study it with meticulous care.

  With each pass it made, it seemed to find m
ore places to explore, more indentations to examine, more bumps to float across on its long journey. Her skin became highly charged and every hair on her body stood up as though attracted by static electricity. She shivered and the entity paused as it savoured each new sensation before moving on to new discoveries. A delicious tremor swept over her as goose bumps rose across her skin. The entity explored every bump, raising them further until she felt incredibly aroused.

  Eager for its examination, Mila opened her mouth as the entity began exploring her lips. It went inside and she felt it in every corner, tasting, touching, and feeling. With great delicacy, it savoured the juices on her tongue, explored her teeth and gums.

  It left her mouth and drifted around her neck and into her ears. She imagined she could hear it singing to her, a song sweet in its execution, soft and erotic, arousing. Then it moved slowly toward her breasts, prickling and tantalising her skin until it reached the round globes. It investigated her curves, the areola and its little bumps just beneath the surface. Mila drew in a sharp breath as it examined her nipples, moving around the nubs until they had erected into hard points of desire, aching and tingling until she knew this could only end with an almighty orgasm.

  The touch was so light as to be unearthly, which Mila supposed it was. She groaned as her desire rose yet higher. The entity drifted down from her heaving breasts to her navel. It examined the deep indentation in minute detail. Each foray into her sweet belly button inflamed her further. She gasped as it approached her vagina, and her heart stopped beating as it weaved its way through the soft hair covering her lubricated lips. Her blood began roaring in her ears as the entity started exploring her wet slit, its touch both firm and light until she parted her legs for it. The entity accepted her invitation and entered her. She groaned softly as she felt it roam into every crevice within her insides. She whimpered as it explored her womb entrance.