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  “Err…yes. Why did they not give you…err…a penis?”

  “They did not leave it out of my design, Commander. I am complete in every way.”

  “I don’t understand, Harry.”

  “My designer gave me every human attribute, including genitalia, Commander.”

  She glanced at the front of his suit, looking for the tell-tale bulge, but there was none. Heat suffused her face. “Where, Harry? I don’t see anything.”

  “There is a discrete circuit that requires activation.”

  “Golly,” she exclaimed. “Err…can I see it?”

  “Due to an inhibiter, I am unable to activate these circuits myself, as my designer feared it may offend the more delicate members of human society.”

  “Then just how are these circuits turned on?”

  “They are activated by any person who might be interested in such things.”

  With her heart in her mouth, she said. “Yes…but how can I turn on these circuits?”

  “There is a button on the back of my neck, hidden beneath the hair covering. The longer the button is pressed, the greater the result.”

  “Can I see it?”

  “Certainly, Commander,” Harry said with a rather benign smile. He lifted the hair at the base of his neck to reveal what looked like a small swelling. Mila guessed his designers didn’t want the button to appear obvious. Harry said. “Press it Commander.”

  Mila stood on tiptoe and read the inscription on a tiny plaque beneath the hair. Use with caution, it said. She reached out with a trembling finger and pressed it. There was a hint of a click and the front of Harry’s suit bulged, right where it should, between his legs. “Oh my God,” she said, her voice trembling a little. “It works.”

  “Of course, Commander. It is what my designers had intended.”

  “Yes…but…but…” she trailed off.

  “Commander?”

  Mila shook her head. “Nothing, Harry, nothing,” she murmured, staring at the impressive bulge in the front of his suit.

  She wondered how well he would perform, indeed, if he could perform. Surely it was not the function of a maintenance robot to perform sexual acts. But if not, then why had the designers given him a penis? It would be beyond her wildest dreams if it were true. She glanced at the time readout on the console—still another four hours before a sleep period. Could she wait that long? Already her stomach was rumbling in anticipation of this new discovery, of a new sexual experience, of new heights of climax and endurance to reach.

  * * * *

  The time passed slowly. Harry left the SC several times to perform some minor maintenance or other. The bulge in the front of his suit had gone. If left unattended for a period of time it returned to an inert state, he explained, ensuring her that it would return when she required it.

  At the evening meal, Mila said, “Harry, what did your designers expect you to do with your penis?”

  “I understand they intended my original design to serve as a companion for lonely human females. However, they decided that my superior brain was more suited for a deep-space mission such as this.”

  So that was why he had the knowledge to lick her to orgasm. “You were designed to make love to humans?”

  “Only human females, Commander.”

  “That’s what I meant, Harry.”

  “Of course, Commander.”

  “Err…Do these, err…circuits still work?”

  “Of course, Commander, they work perfectly. My maintenance ensures that they will work should they be required.”

  Mila could not believe her luck. She actually had a fucking machine at her beck and call. Harry would be a dream fuck buddy for any female. “Would I be classed as a lonely female?” she said softly.

  “Of course, Commander,” he said, and her heart jumped in anticipation.

  “When can we try it out, Harry?”

  “At any time, Commander. I do not require ‘regeneration’ between sessions, I believe humans call it.”

  “How long can you, you know…do it for?”

  “As long as is required, Commander.”

  “Is that one hour, two hours? How long?”

  “There is no limit to the time. I can perform for days if necessary. However, I do not believe any human female could endure such prolonged erotic and orgasmic pleasure.”

  Don’t you believe it, Harry, she thought, I’d give it my best shot. “Can we do it now?”

  “I must go to the spaceship to retrieve some equipment. I shall be available in two hours, if that will be satisfactory, Commander.”

  “Sure, Harry. In two hours then.” How could she wait two hours? She wanted it right now, but maintenance was not something they could ignore. Harry left to carry out his work.

  Mila wandered back and forth, her nerves jangling in anticipation and her mind buzzing. For the twentieth time, she looked out of the viewing port, hoping to see Harry returning. She looked at the time readout again—only a minute had passed. She groaned and rubbed her aching nipples, which had become harder than she could ever remember.

  She stared out of the viewing port. In the distance, she could see Harry striding purposefully toward the spaceship and groaned. What could he want with the wreck? He would be at least a half hour getting there and back again, plus the time it took him to perform his tasks. How could she wait for two whole hours? She wondered if she should use the sonic screwdriver to release some of the incredible tension that was building inside her.

  Wandering into the sleep pod, she stared at the screwdriver, but as her hand reached for it she stopped. Although the urge to masturbate to a wonderful climax was almost irresistible, she also wanted to test Harry’s lovemaking capabilities and decided a climax now might spoil it. Gritting her teeth to quell the arousal already raging through her body, she decided to wait for Harry’s return.

  She wandered about the SC in a daze, returning to the viewing port every few seconds. Her heart lurched in anticipation when at last she saw him striding toward her. She felt sick and began to tremble deep inside. She almost fainted when she heard the airlock door hiss open and shut. Then Harry was standing before her.

  Chapter Ten

  Mila gulped. “Is your maintenance complete, Harry?”

  “Yes, Commander. I am now free to do what you wish.”

  She almost fainted. Her heart began pounding in her ears, almost drowning out his voice and the hum of machinery. She stared at him as though looking through a telescope, completely unaware of anything beyond the handsome robot standing in front of her. “Can we…go to bed now, Harry?”

  “Of course, Commander. Do you wish me to disrobe?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Very well, Commander.” Harry stripped his suit from his body and Mila admired his muscles yet again. “Do you wish to do it in here, Commander, or shall we retire to your sleep compartment?”

  With her brain buzzing and her legs trembling, Mila had difficulty speaking, but finally blurted out in a shaky and husky voice, “My…My sleep pod, please Harry.”

  “Your voice sounds strange. Are you ill, Commander?”

  “What…no, Harry. I am just eager for us to start.”

  “Of course, Commander. Press my button.”

  Mila tried three times to hit the button on Harry’s neck before she could control her shakes. When she pressed it, the swelling in his groin bulged and shaped to form a penis of moderate size and girth. She pressed the button again and before her eyes his penis rose to an impressive nine inches. It was fat like salami sausage. With a gulp, she said, “Harry…May I touch it?”

  “Of course, Commander. That is why we are here, is it not?”

  Mila reached out with a hand that trembled uncontrollably and wrapped her fingers about the shaft. It was heavy in her hand, and very thick, and, good Lord…it actually throbbed. How good were Harry’s designers to have thought of that?

  “Can you feel my hand, Harry?” Mila muttered as she rubbed her hand up and do
wn his shaft.

  “Feeling is a sensation I do not have in the sense that you intend, Commander. However, there are sensors within my skin surface that tell me what you are doing, and the position of whatever it is that is touching me—in this case, your hand.”

  “Hmm,” she said. “And what do your sensors tell you I am doing now?” she growled, unashamedly masturbating him.

  “My sensors indicate that your hand is rubbing my penis, Commander. What I believe in English slang is called a hand job.”

  God, his designers had done an incredible job with his dictionaries. “Damn it, Harry, let’s do it now.”

  “Do it, Commander?”

  “Yes, goddamn it, fuck me.”

  “Also slang for engaging in sexual intercourse.”

  “Harry!”

  “Very well, Commander. Would you prefer the missionary position? Doggie style? Or perhaps you would prefer to be on top.”

  Desperately, she flung herself on the bed with her legs akimbo. “Just do it, Harry.”

  “Very well, Commander.” With his member jutting firmly ahead of him, he crawled across the bunk and pressed himself to her. Mila gasped when she felt the knob at the entrance to her now sopping-wet pussy.

  “For God’s sake, Harry, push it in me,” she moaned.

  Harry hunched over her and with a heave of his hips thrust into her body. Never before had she felt so full as his member entered her. Her brain buzzed with excitement. An orgasm trembled across her stomach as Harry began a rhythmic thrust that gradually became faster as though he sensed her need.

  Her excitement mounted, “Harry, that’s, that’s wonderful,” she panted.

  “Thank you, Commander.”

  “How…do…you know…when to…increase thrusting?” she gasped.

  “My sensors tell me when you are nearing your release. I believe human females like an increase in speed at that time. Is that not so, Commander?”

  How did he know that her insides were blazing hot, that her brain was bouncing around in her head, that her orgasm was raging within her? It was true. She was going to have a blinder very shortly, better than the sonic screwdriver, better than her dildo back at space camp, better than she could have believed possible. Her stomach clenched as wave after wave of mind-blowing sensations thundered across her soul. Her super-heated blood raced about her body, pushed on by her thumping heart.

  “I understand that you are having an orgasm now, Commander,” Harry said, as his thrusts became a blur.

  “Yeess,” she gasped, lifting herself to meet his wild thrusts. “It…is…now!” She screamed in a long drawn-out wail of a woman in the throes of climax. She flung her arms about his neck, her fingers desperately seeking his button.

  “Press that button with a deal of caution, Commander.”

  Bugger caution, she thought as she found and pressed it. Instantly, his member increased in size until she thought it was going to split her in two. She pressed it again and another orgasm swept through her. Tirelessly, Harry pounded her, driving his now massive girth into her sopping-wet pussy.

  She gasped and muttered, “I…want to sit on you, Harry.”

  “Certainly, Commander,” Harry said. She thought his voice was becoming a little husky. Was that possible from a machine? Did his designers even include emotion in their out-of-this-world creation?

  Harry lifted himself and she felt an incredible sucking sensation as his girth pulled from her. He lay beside her and she gasped when she eyed the enormous cock she had created. It had to be fourteen inches long and as thick as her forearm.

  She cocked her leg over him and lowered herself, trying her hardest to insert him once again. “Damn it, Harry. It’s too big. It won’t go in.”

  “Press the button, Commander, and my genitalia will reduce, making re-entry possible.”

  “Why didn’t I think of that?” she mumbled eagerly.

  “What’s that, Commander?”

  “Nothing Harry, it’s nothing,” she groaned, her fingers seeking the button once more and pressing it. Immediately, Harry’s gigantic penis reduced to a more manageable size. She gasped as his cock entered her and hit the end of her channel. She raised and lowered her body, feeling the sucking sensation each time she lifted, and then dropping her weight until her breath left her lungs in a whoosh.

  Another orgasm waited to explode from Mila as she frantically fucked the robot, sweat dripping from her forehead. Damn it, Harry is bloody enjoying this, she thought as she saw the robot close his eyes. His hand grasped her breasts, and those strong fingers began pinching her nipples. She hunched her back over him, began kissing his lips, forgetting for the moment that he was a machine. With each downward thrust of her hips, she felt his mighty penis throb inside her. Her hand went about his neck, once again seeking the button. She pressed it again and again, feeling his cock expand. Frantically, she continued to press the button.

  “I believe you are at my capacity, Commander,” Harry whispered in her ear. Yes, he actually whispered.

  “Harry,” she panted, thrusting herself down on him. She felt as though his phallus was going to reach her heart. “Harry…Do you ejaculate? Did your designers make that possible?”

  Harry was now holding her hips as his own thrust upwards into her. “I do believe there is a reservoir of liquid that can simulate a male ejaculation. Do you wish me to ejaculate now, Commander?”

  She grunted as an almighty orgasm began deep inside her. “Oh God, not yet, Harry. I will tell you when.”

  “Very well, Commander.

  “I want you to cum when I do Harry.”

  “Cum, commander? Oh yes, a male ejaculation.”

  “I am very near, Harry.”

  “Very well, Commander.” Harry held onto her hips, holding her against him as his thrusts increased. “Are you having your orgasm now?”

  “Yes!” she cried in agony. “I am! Shoot in me, Harry! I want you to fill me with your cum. Shoot, damn it, shoot!”

  “Very well, Commander,” Harry murmured, and his cock throbbed. Mila felt a liquid fill her, hot, wet, and sticky. Her orgasm raged on, seemingly unwilling to slow down. Thrusting a hand between her legs, she frantically sought her clit. A few rubs with her fingers and she fainted, falling across Harry’s prone body.

  Chapter Eleven

  Mila crawled from the bunk and staggered, her legs trembling like jelly. Her stomach hurt where Harry’s massive appendage had bruised and stretched the end of her vagina. She took a step and winced. God, she felt stiff. What a fuck that was, she thought with a satisfied smile. Who would have thought that a robot could be so…damn good? Harry’s designers sure had something going with him. In the right market, they would make a fortune. But she remembered reading somewhere that the 3RY series cost $30 million each.

  She sat at the food table and winced as she felt the tenderness between her legs. Her vaginal lips felt swollen and sensitive.

  Harry entered from the machine room. “Good morning, Commander,” he said brightly.

  “Hello, Harry,” she said in a subdued tone.

  “You are ailing, Commander?”

  “No, Harry, I’m not ailing—I’m aching.”

  Harry cocked his head to one side. “Aching, Commander?” he queried. “Why are you aching?”

  She sighed. “Harry, when a woman is made love to for four hours with a monster-sized cock, she has the right to ache.”

  Harry stared at her until she cringed inside. “Really? I am sorry, Commander, I did not know I was hurting you.”

  “You were not hurting me, Harry.”

  “Then why are you aching?”

  Mila sighed deeply. “Leave it, Harry.”

  “Very well, Commander. Are you ready for some sustenance?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “I intend to produce a chicken and mushroom pie.”

  “Yes, that’ll be nice, Harry.”

  “Commander, my sensors tell me that you are depressed. Do you require further coupling to
lift your spirits?”

  Did she? Goddamn it, yes, she did. But not yet—let the aches fade a bit. Perhaps after she had eaten her food. “No Harry, not just yet.”

  “Very well, Commander.” Harry turned away and commenced programming the SR. Two minutes later, he presented Mila with a golden crusty pie oozing with flavoursome pieces of chicken and mushrooms in thick gravy. New potatoes and peas accompanied the dish. Damn, he was getting good.

  She tucked in and soon finished her meal. “Harry, that was delicious. You surpassed your programming abilities this time.”

  “Thank you, Commander.” He started to put the dinner dishes in the recycle machine.

  “Err…Harry…” she hesitated.

  “Yes, Commander?”

  “Shall we do it now?”

  He stopped what he was doing. “It? What is it?”

  Had he forgotten already? Of course not. Robots didn’t forget. “Oh, Harry, you know what I mean,” Mila said in exasperation.

  “Ahh,” Harry remarked, giving an excellent impression of a human being. “You require some more fornication. Is that correct, Commander?”

  Mila grew hot and muttered, “Yes.”

  “Will that be now, Commander, or may I complete my work on the radio prior to satisfying your libido?”

  The heat flooded to her face. How dare a robot question her motives? “Yes, I damn well mean now, Harry.”

  “Very well, Commander. Do you require your sexual gratification in here or in your sleep chamber?”

  “Damn it, Harry! Just fuck me. I don’t care where.”

  “Very well, Commander.”

  For three days Harry, Humanoid Articulated Robot model 3-RY, fucked Mila Tovarich, Communications Officer of the deep-space mission DS23. They did not stop for food or any other sustenance, other than some water for Mila. Harry was inexhaustible. He fucked her on her back. He lay on his back and lifted her onto his massive organ so she could ride him. He pushed her onto her hands and knees, fucked for hours until she screamed for him to stop, then begged him to continue and ignore her pleas.

  Harry walked around the capsule, holding Mila to him while he worked, her legs wrapped about his waist and her arms about his neck, all the while with his member embedded deeply inside her. She lost count of the orgasms that she had.