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  She sighed. A man would be better than a hundred sonic screwdrivers, she thought. Still, she thought, the handle was nice and thick, and the vibrations were really out of this world. She could not believe how fast the thing made her orgasm, each climax in fast succession. She wondered if Harry would give her some other task involving the screwdriver. Perhaps she should ask him.

  And the entity was even better than the electronic gadget…so different, so ethereal. She wondered if she would ever see it again. She chuckled. Not that she had seen it last time. She had so enjoyed its wonderful exploration of her body and hoped it would revisit so she could let it examine her again.

  Her eyes dropped once more to Harry’s firm buttocks. “Harry, can I ask you something?”

  He turned toward her. “Of course, Commander.”

  “Why did your designers give you a human male form?”

  “I do not know, Commander. I believe some of the earlier models had wheels and were more rectangular in shape, but it was difficult for them to negotiate stairs and other obstacles.”

  “Okay, I understand that. But…why did they make you such a hunk?”

  “Hunk?” He paused. “Oh yes, my encyclopaedia tells me a hunk is a sexually attractive man, especially a large, strong one. I was not aware that I was regarded as such, Commander.”

  Mila sighed. “Yes, Harry, they made you a very sexy hunk.”

  “I am flattered that you consider me sexy, Commander. Does this bother you?”

  Did it bother her? Hell yes. Damn it, it did. To see his tight buttocks parading in front of her day after day was driving her mad. “No, it doesn’t bother me Harry,” she said as calmly as she was able.

  Harry was silent for a few moments. Then he said, “Commander, my sensors tell me that you are not telling me the truth.”

  Damn his sensors, she thought. She sighed realising he would detect any untruth. “Yes, I’m sorry, Harry. Yes, it bothers me.”

  “That is interesting, Commander. In what way does it bother you?”

  How could she tell a robot—a bloody robot, for God’s sake—that she was craving the company of a man, a human. Or that she desperately wanted someone to desire her? “I don’t think you’ll be able to help with what bothers me, Harry.”

  “If you do not tell me, then I will not be able to help. Perhaps I could, if I knew what it was.”

  He was too smart for his own good. Mila hesitated and then said, “Harry, what I need is…I…I need a man,” she finished in a rush.

  Harry stared at her. “That is very interesting, Commander. Am I to understand that you require the loving services of a male of your species?”

  God, he was bloody intuitive. “Well, I wouldn’t have put it quite that way,” she said, blushing furiously. Although she didn’t know why she should feel embarrassed in front of a robot—a machine, a smart one, but a robot nonetheless.

  “Then how would you put it, Commander?”

  Unable to stop herself, Mila found herself pouring her heart out. She told Harry how badly she missed the company of a man, how she wanted to hold a man in her arms as he made love to her, and how she so desperately wanted to feel a man’s penis inside her, filling her, driving her wild with desire. She wanted to feel a man’s hands stroking her body to arousal. She told him how her nipples would become hard and ache with desire when a man tweaked them in his fingers. She told him she wanted a man to carry her to his bed and make wild love to her until she screamed for him to stop…

  Harry interrupted her flow. “I am confused, Commander. Why would you want a male to do all this and then ask him to stop doing it?”

  She dropped her head in her hands with a groan. “I didn’t really expect you to understand, Harry.”

  “Commander, I have over one hundred dictionaries in my memory banks, but none of them can fully explain the human female psyche. I can help with some of the ailments that you describe, but others are more difficult.”

  “They are not ailments, Harry. They are a woman’s desires. It’s what makes her tick, keeps her going. There is nothing finer for a woman than a fantastic orgasm that blows her mind and makes her feel gratified, satiated, fulfilled, and complete.”

  “I doubt my programmers envisaged a situation such as this.”

  Mila felt the tears well up in her eyes. “Oh, Harry. All I want is to feel a man next to me in my bed, feel his strong arms about me, keeping me warm and safe.” She buried her head in her arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

  Humanoid Articulated Robot 3RY put his arms around his commander and pulled her to her feet. “There, there, Commander,” he said gently. “We will get rescued and you will once again have those delights.”

  Mila flung her arms about him, and buried her face in his neck, her tears wetting his skin. She lifted her head and sniffed. “Thank you, Harry. I feel better now. Just let me stand here for a few moments.”

  “Certainly, Commander.”

  Strangely, Mila felt comfort in his strong arms. She tipped her head back and chuckled in between her sobs. “I’m getting you wet, Harry.” She wiped the tears away shyly with her fingers.

  “I am waterproof. It will not harm me, Commander.”

  She giggled. “Your skin feels very realistic.”

  “It is a mixture of the latest synthetic fibre, titanium, and nylon. It has high tensile strength and is impervious to all fluids and tearing. It also maintains a human blood temperature.”

  Mila, grinned, her moment of self-pity now under control. “If I didn’t know better, I could mistake you for a human.”

  “I am sure my designers would be gratified to hear that, Commander. It is what they attempted to achieve.”

  She wondered what his buttocks would feel like. Would they feel as real as his skin did? The thought of touching him made heat rise to her face.

  “Harry, have you never fancied another robot?”

  “I am sure my designers did not implant those feelings.”

  “Never?”

  Harry smiled and Mila thought his expression turned wistful. “Well, there was one rather fetching maid robot at the factory.”

  “Did you like her?”

  “As I said, I am not programmed for such sentimentalities. However, she had such fine engineering qualities that I would have liked to examine her more closely.”

  “Goodness, Harry, I didn’t realise you had these emotions in you.”

  “In my long association with humans, my learning circuits have gathered a lot of information. Perhaps I have assimilated some of those emotions.”

  “So what happened to the maid robot?”

  “She was shipped to her purchaser. I believe it was to the Mars Colony of New World, and I was dispatched to this ship for the current mission.”

  Mila reflected. Harry had seen her masturbate with the sonic screwdriver. “What have you learned from watching me?” She asked.

  “I have found out, Commander, that the female human is an overly emotional, highly sexed, and complex being with a vast capacity to enjoy sexual matters to the maximum.”

  The heat crept up Mila’s neck and into her face again.

  “Are you becoming aroused again, Commander?”

  How could she become aroused while talking sex with a robot? Strange though it was, she did feel the desire beginning to flow through her veins. “What? No. Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” she blustered.

  “You need not feel ashamed that you are aroused. It is a normal human emotion, especially in the female of the human species.”

  “I…I am not ashamed, Harry. That would be absurd.”

  “Very well, Commander, if you say so. Do you want to masturbate now?”

  Was that sarcasm she could hear in his tone? “Harry,” she admonished him. “No, I don’t want to masturbate.” It was a lie.

  “I really don’t mind if you do,” Harry said as though he hadn’t heard her denial. “I wonder, Commander, if I might watch you when you do decide to release the emotions I sense are build
ing inside you.”

  Mila was astounded that he was able to sense her arousal so accurately. That he wanted to watch her masturbate was unheard of. “No, Harry. Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you can’t watch me.”

  “Is it ridiculous to further my learning?”

  Harry was silent for a few moments, and then he said, “Perhaps you will allow me to lie next to you during your next sleep period?”

  “Harry!” Damn it, the bloody robot was getting all sexy. What was happening inside his electronic brain? Truth was, she was looking forward to the comfort of having someone next to her. She and wondered what it would be like after so long.

  Chapter Eight

  Mila wandered about the SC as though in a trance. Harry’s suggestion to sleep with her wouldn’t leave her alone. Well, she would be doing the sleeping—Harry didn’t sleep at all, not in the human sense, but merely shut down most of his circuits. When the time came, she went to Harry, took a deep breath put her arms about him and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Harry.”

  “Commander, you realise that I am not programmed to respond to a kiss?”

  “I know, Harry, I…I just wanted to do it.”

  “Very well, Commander. Do you wish me to lie with you for a while?”

  Did she want him next to her? Hell yes…But Harry was not a real person. “No, Harry, thank you. It would be wrong.”

  Harry raised his eyebrows in query. “Wrong? In what way, Commander?”

  “Harry, you’re not a person.”

  “I see. I would only be comforting you. Please call me if you change your mind.”

  “Sure, Harry. Don’t hold your breath.”

  “Hold my breath? My breathing is nothing more than a simulation. I do not require breathing such as humans.”

  “Damn it, Harry, shut up and come to bed.” There. She had said it. Her stomach turned over as she headed toward her sleep pod.

  “Very well, Commander.”

  The door hissed closed behind them. Mila unzipped her suit and stood naked before him. Harry studied her body carefully, his eyes taking in every detail. She squirmed under his scrutiny. He went to lie on the bed and with a gulp, she said, “You have to remove your suit, Harry.”

  He paused. “Why is that, Commander?”

  She couldn’t tell him that it was his nakedness alongside her that she wanted to feel. Instead, she said, “You can’t lie in your working suit, Harry. It’s not protocol.”

  “Very well, Commander. That seems to be something missing from my memory banks and encyclopaedias, but I understand,” he said as he stripped the nylon from his body.

  Mila stood up and studied him unashamedly as he had studied her. “You look very real, Harry.”

  “Thank you, Commander.”

  She had been waiting for this excuse. For eight months he had paraded before her, and now she had the chance to touch him. He even had nipples on his pectorals, little nubs that hardly raised a bump in his skin surface. What had he called it? The latest synthetic fibre, titanium, and nylon.

  With her heart beating a fierce tattoo in her breast, she reached out and ran her hands over his chest. God, he’s warm and feels so damn real, she thought. Beneath her fingers, she could feel his heart beating, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing. “Harry, why are you breathing? You don’t need to, surely.”

  “No, Commander, it is a simulation. My designers wanted me to be the most realistic robot ever produced. I consider them to have done an excellent job,” he said in his clipped clinical voice.

  She stood closer until their bodies touched. She put a finger to his lips and she could feel his breath on them. “Put your arms around me, Harry.”

  “Certainly, Commander.”

  She hugged him, letting her hands slide down his back to his buttocks. At last, she was touching what had tormented her for so long. Soft and yet hard. Full of muscle and oh so damn sexy. They flexed beneath her hands and her arousal increased. She wondered why the designers had given him everything else but neglected his genitals. Surely, if they’d wanted realism, they would have given him a cock as well.

  “Let’s get on the bed, Harry,” she growled from the back of her throat.

  “Certainly, Commander.”

  They lay together for a short while and then Mila rolled to her side with her rump cradled in his lap. “Cuddle me, Harry,” she murmured.

  “Certainly, Commander,” he said as he slid his hand over her waist to rest on her stomach, pulling her tightly to him.

  Her heart beat a little faster. Bloody hell, she thought, he feels so goddamn human. She held her breath as his hand crept up her ribs until her breast nestled in his palm. Her nipple hardened and she moaned in her throat.

  “What is it, Commander? Are you in pain?”

  “It’s nothing, Harry. Carry on with whatever you were doing.”

  “I was cupping your breast. I understand that human females enjoy this. Is that not correct, Commander?”

  “Yes, yes, Harry, it…I…We do.”

  “In addition to my normal duties, I am programmed to understand what females like.”

  “Err…What else do you know women like?”

  “My encyclopaedia tells me that nipples are particularly sensitive.” He demonstrated this by gently pinching her nipple in his strong fingers. “Is that not also correct, Commander?”

  His fingers, strong enough to leave indentations in the steel framework of the space ship, were gentle and sensitive on her aching nipples. She groaned again. “Oh…God…Yes,” she whispered in ecstasy. “What…what about…my…clitoris? What do you know of that?”

  “Ahh, yes, a small, sensitive, and erectile part of the female genitals at the anterior end of the vulva.”

  “Harry, that…that likes to be touched as well.”

  “So I understand, Commander. Would you like me to do that for you?”

  She swallowed. Dare she let a robot masturbate her clit? She was already aroused enough to throw her inhibitions aside, but was sexual involvement with a machine acceptable behaviour? She would be drummed out of the academy if they ever heard about it on Earth. She decided that she would allow him to do it—after all, who would know out here in space? “Err…Yes please, Harry,” she murmured softly.

  Harry’s fingers travelled across her tummy and down into the soft hair covering her mound. Unerringly he found her slit and moved onto her clit, bringing her expertly to a resounding orgasm. She ground her pussy against his finger until her climax passed and she slid down a long slope into a blissful and relaxed paradise.

  When she regained her breath, she said, “Harry…” She paused.

  “Yes, Commander?”

  “Harry…Would you like to watch me masturbate now?”

  “Yes, Commander. I would like that.”

  “Then I shall do it for you.”

  “Thank you, Commander.”

  For twenty minutes, she masturbated through three orgasms while Harry watched her without taking his eyes from her slit. When her juices flooded from her, he tenderly touched the wetness with a finger and raised it to his nose. “That is interesting, Commander. My olfactory circuits detect an unusual aroma. What is it?” he asked.

  Mila rolled onto her back in contentment and stretched languidly. “That, Harry, is the smell of a woman’s orgasm.”

  “Thank you, Commander. That was most illuminating. I shall add the experience to my learning circuits.”

  “Harry, would you like to learn how to lick a woman to orgasm?”

  “Yes indeed, Commander. I would find it fascinating.”

  Chapter Nine

  The next morning, feeling refreshed and very satisfied for once, Mila joined Harry in the living pod. “Good morning, Harry.”

  “Good morning, Commander,” Harry said as he programmed the SR to produce her a breakfast of bacon and eggs, fried tomatoes, and toast. He placed her plate on the table and she began to eat.

  “Join me, Harry,” she said, pushing a chair fro
m the table with her foot.

  “I have no need for food, Commander,” Harry said.

  “I know that, silly. Just join me for company.”

  “Certainly, Commander,” he said, and sat at the table.

  Mila chewed some food and swallowed. “Well? Did you learn anything last night, Harry?”

  Harry’s electronic eyes turned in her direction and stared at her until she squirmed under his scrutiny. “Yes, Commander, I learned a great deal,” he eventually told her. “I have committed this new information to my memory banks.”

  Harry had licked her to several outstanding orgasms. Who had programmed him with such knowledge? She finished her breakfast in silence.

  Harry made to stand. “I have some maintenance to carry out. If I may commence?”

  “Stay, Harry,” she said sternly.

  “Very well, Commander,” he said, and sat again.

  Mila stayed silent for a few moments. Then she said, “Harry, how did you know how to lick a woman? You were an expert at it. I thought I was supposed to be teaching you.”

  “I do not know, Commander. It seemed to be the right thing to do. Perhaps the skill had been programmed into my memory cells.”

  She grinned at him. “Well, whoever programmed you sure did a good job.”

  “Thank you, Commander.”

  “There’s one thing that bothers me.”

  “And what is that, Commander?”

  She hesitated, her face hot. “Well,” she eventually said, “your designers gave you every human feature it’s possible to give, except one.”

  “Really?” Harry replied his head tilted. “And what might that be, Commander?”

  “Well…as I said…you have everything but a…a…penis.”

  He laughed. “Is that what has been bothering you, Commander?”

  Mila was surprised. “Harry, you actually laughed!” she exclaimed.

  “Yes, I know, Commander, how strange. I do believe I am becoming more human every day.”

  “So why did they strive to produce a perfect robot such as yourself and leave out the most basic of human male attributes?”

  He laughed again, an unnerving sound coming from a machine. “I assume you are talking about male genitalia.”