Android Alien Apocalypse Harem - Arc 1 Box Set

by Natalie Hunter

  "Come for me, both of you. I'm going to blow my load in your tight little cunt, Pinky, and I want to feel you come, and hear you make Mercy come on your fucking face," he ordered, his voice impassioned and urgent.

  Mercy's moans seemed to die down into low, soft whimpers, and yet there was more intensity there. He could tell she was responding just as he wanted, that having her ass tongued and her clit rubbed by her friend was driving her close to coming just like he'd asked her to. Pinky too, was making new noises, squealing each time his dick plunged into her body. He smacked her hard on the ass, making her pull her mouth away from Mercy for a second to yelp. Her pussy was clenching wildly now, without the pulsing rhythm it had had before, squeezing and gripping at his cock beautifully as he pounded into her. His balls tightened and blood pounded in his ears before, at the same moment that Pinky's body began to shudder uncontrollably, and Mercy let out an almost bestial howl of ecstasy, he reached his climax and pumped out his searing hot load inside of her.

  Chapter 12

  He would remember the sleep he had after his unexpected first android menage for a long time to come. It was his first true rest since any of this had happened - since before that incident with Sophie and Fliss, even, if you didn't count being stunned into unconsciousness by a security robot - and it felt amazing. He was exhausted, but he was satisfied, and he was safe. He may have been in a strange new world, but it was a world that had thus far been a lot kinder to him than the one he'd called home, and one that seemed to offer potential he could never have conceived of even a day before. He slept with a smile on his face, more relaxed than he could ever recall feeling, naked in the big bed of the apartment above the derelict Lucky Buy Supermarket, where everything was clean and comfortable thanks to the maid.

  He wasn't sure how long he slept for, or what the androids did while he was sleeping (though he would later find out that they had a form of sleep themselves where they rested, plugged into the energy grid). But it was certainly at least all night, and the sun was high in the sky when he woke up. Sarge had done as he had asked and raided the Lucky Buy's shelves and stock rooms for things that might be useful, and soon he had for himself various items of clothing (Pinky had put his own clothes in the washing machine after Mercy had stripped him off to treat his sunburn while he was stunned, it transpired, but now he had new things, he told her he never wanted to see his Sanctuary issued clothes again). Food, though, was something of a problem.

  "There are some things in cans, and pickled things, that may be safe to eat. But other than that, we may have some issues with your diet. Mercy only grows ingredients for medicines, and while herbs and stuff like that are edible, there won't be enough volume to sustain you," Sarge informed him.

  Curtis eyed the canned goods Sarge had brought up as an example suspiciously. He'd heard about this kind of thing, of course, but he had lived off of things grown by Sanctuary's farm, either fresh or preserved there, and so while he was willing to eat this stuff - curious, even - he wasn't sure how he felt about a world with no fresh food.

  "But, if you have all been expecting humans to someday come back and claim you, then why didn't robots keep on growing stuff we could eat? I mean, you could have grown some stuff you could use for something else if we didn't show up, right?"

  "Oh, robotkind does have farms where we grow plants you can eat," Mercy said, helping Pinky unpack a box of different colored men's t-shirts in Curtis' size, removing them from cellophane wrappers, "Sarge was just talking about here at the Lucky Buy. None of us are designed to farm, except for me with my medicinal plants, and so we don't have anything growing here, but the robots who used to work the farms before the invasion still do - though most of what they do now is more scientific, and a lot of the farmland is now used for solar and wind energy to keep robotkind powered up... But, it's not like there is a whole population to feed, and there'll definitely be enough for you."

  "Well, that's great, then! Problem solved! How about later today we take the car - actually, I feel bad calling him 'the car', we should give him a name - and go and find one of these farms? I was hoping to meet some more people today, expand our team..."

  "We can do whatever you want, master," Pinky said, smiling, "but on the subject of meeting new people, well, when you have a chance, you could go and talk to all the androids outside."

  Curtis frowned, wondering what she meant, but Sarge nodded in the direction of the window, so he went and looked out onto the ruined car park. He gasped, spinning round to ask the androids what was going on.

  "There must be maybe forty cars out there! And dozens of people! What the fuck?"

  "Well, yesterday when you were with Pinky and Mercy, and I went out to claim the car in your name - he already has a name and it's Ian, by the way - I used his communication features to tell a few connections of ours that we had been claimed by a human, and that you were planning to take back the robots of the region. It is standard protocol to keep our allies informed about this kind of thing... I didn't fuck up, did I? You look surprised," Sarge said.

  "Surprised... Well, yeah, yeah, I'm surprised, that's possibly an understatement - I've never actually seen that many people before in my life. But no, you didn't fuck up - I guess this just saves me having to head to wherever there are more of your guys waiting and claim them all in batches. I just don't really know what to say to them or what to tell them all to do! They can't all just hang out at the supermarket..."

  Pinky giggled.

  "That's so thoughtful, that you care about where they'll stay and what they'll do! But don't worry, they're human assistance androids like us - they've got some agency of their own, you don't have to command their every move as if they were Cheery Cashbots or whatever. They will have come here because they want a master, so they can serve a human again, but once you've accepted them, they'll go off and do what they're designed to do and live where they've already lived unless you ask them for anything different."

  And so, in his brand new, though technically antique jeans and shirt, Curtis, the last man born in the cave known as Sanctuary began his first full day as a citizen of the outside world.

  END OF BOOK ONE

  RE:CLAIM

  Android Alien Apocalypse Harem: Book Two

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  Chapter 1

  Dora woke him up, just as he'd taken to having her do every morning since he'd claimed her, that first day when the first wave of androids and AI driven machines had begun showing up up at the Lucky Buy, wanting him to become their master. He'd sent most of them off to go back to doing whatever they were doing before, only with a few extra instructions here and there (such as telling the cute farmgirl robots to start bringing over fresh produce for him every couple of days), but he'd been so curious about the sex robots that he'd chosen a couple of them to keep at his supermarket base (and there were plenty of them to choose from - it seems that the people of the old world really liked these robot prostitutes and partners, and had had very varied taste when it came to their designs).

  His curiosity really stemmed from the fact that he wasn't sure why anyone would bother to spec out an android just to fuck. All of the human assistance robots could be (and therefore usually had been) specced to have the secondary 'pleasure protocols', and so why had the people back then wanted to create droids designed only for sex, who couldn't do anything else to help their owners? Just about every job imaginable in the world he now inhabited was being done by some preposterously attractive looking android man or woman, and so the people had definitely been choosing their robot employees with their sexual tastes in mind regardless of their main role. He couldn't conceive of why anyone wouldn't try and get the best value by ordering an android like Pinky or Mercy, who could be set to love being fucked in whatever ways the owner wanted, but could also keep your house clean or take care of you if you got sick,
or one of the other models that could also maintain your car, or program your other robots, or serve as a bodyguard. What was the purpose of a robot who only did one thing that all the others did anyway?

  Just one afternoon spent alone with Dora and Estelle, the other sex robot he'd arbitrarily chosen, made him realize how these girls were different. Pinky and Mercy were designed by their previous owner to look sexy in their own, tropey ways, and to be a lot of fun to fuck, but Dora, Estelle and their ilk were specced out to be purely sexual beings in everything they thought and did. While Mercy and Pinky would behave like normal people, with an interest in what was going on in their world and a list of priorities, Dora and Estelle cared only about sex. They were designed to have genuinely one track minds, with no concerns or particular personalities beyond being ravenously sexual - to be insatiable women who could only exist in fantasies if it weren't for the android technology that made them a reality.

  They also had some physical enhancements that Curtis hadn't even experienced all of yet - and he'd been fucking them for two weeks now. Special serums could be secreted by their mouths and cunts that made his cock feel incredible, or gave him a euphoric high. They could emit pheromones somehow that could send a wave of powerful lust coursing through him when he got close to one of them, driving him into a powerful state of needing to fuck them right there and then, no matter how recently he'd just come. They could modify their bodies, too, allowing him to experience what fucking a monstrously large pair of tits felt like or how it was to plunge his cock into a girl's pussy while she was contorted into an acrobatic position with her legs behind her head.

  The other thing that made the sex robots different was that they were programmed to have an imagination - sexually speaking, of course. It stood to reason that this would be something some people would want. Where robots with secondary pleasure protocols were designed to enjoy what they were programmed to enjoy, and to genuinely get off on being used to fulfill their owner's desires, they weren't given the creativity to come up with new ideas of things their owner might want to try, or to be able to take initiative. Robot sex workers were designed to be into everything any potential customer might want to do, but also to have the AI needed to show a man things he'd never thought of asking for, or to give an inexperienced person who wasn't sure of their own tastes yet something beyond their own vanilla imaginings. Their minds, synthetic though they were, had been trained on oceans of porn and erotic literature, and they were pure filth as a result.

  This was what Curtis liked best about them. He definitely enjoyed the submissive way Pinky and Mercy were with him, but he wasn't exactly a worldly guy when he came out of Sanctuary (having been a virgin until that very morning), and he found it stressful sometimes to try and remember something from porn that he'd seen and wanted to try, or to direct what he wanted to happen with them. He liked how with Dora or Estelle he could just say "do something that'll blow my mind," and what would happen next would be a complete surprise. In a short time, he'd amassed enough interesting sexual encounters to feel like he had become pretty advanced at the whole sex thing, thanks to two androids who had previously been popular features of an old world robot brothel.

  And so, that was how he'd ended up using Dora as his daily alarm call. She knew what time to get in his bed, that she could bring Estelle too if she wanted, and that he was going to be half asleep and in no mood to talk or think too much yet, but that he'd enjoy starting his day with having his cock serviced in one way or another.

  He had been in a deep sleep when she first clambered under the covers, naked, on the dot of 7 am, and so the first thing he felt as he began to wake up was the round, plump ass of her regular, unmodified body design (regular for a robot sex worker, which involved massive breasts, a pert, full ass, and thick thighs, like a human silicone enhanced blonde bimbo style glamor model dialed up to proportions that could only be achieved in a person who didn't need to be biologically possible or functional), rocking against his cock, her back pressed against him. Lazily, he reached around her body and let his hand rest on one of her almost impossibly sized (if she were a naturally endowed human) breasts, gently squeezing, enjoying the feel of it in his hand as he let the flesh of her supple butt cheeks caress his already hard dick.

  Once she was satisfied that he had returned to the waking world, Dora slipped under the crisp white sheets (laundered daily by Pinky), and he felt the warmth of her hands on his thighs as her lips, pouty and shiny, as he knew they always looked, kissed a trail from his hip to the base of his cock. He was in just the right mood to lie back and have her suck him off, not wanting to tire himself out fucking her so early when there was what would probably be a big day ahead, and so he kept his eyes closed, moved his hands behind his head, and relaxed.

  The head of his cock tingled as she spat on it, and he realized (without surprise, since he was now intimately familiar with at least some of the special serums she could produce in her body and lavish on his cock), that she was using the type of synthetic saliva she had that made his skin gently tingle and also provided an oily lubrication that made fucking her mouth feel extra wet and slippery. She took him in her mouth, and he felt her tongue pulsing against the underside of his shaft as she sank down, the head of his cock entering her throat, which also pulsed around him. He inhaled sharply as her tongue began to swirl and move against his dick in ways that would probably be impossible for a real woman, the sensations combined with a firm suction, and that warm, exciting tingling feel making him even more sensitive to what she was doing.

  This is new, fuck, I don't think I could handle this for very long...

  His hand moved from behind his head almost automatically, finding their way into Dora's long, bouncy platinum blonde hair, and he clenched his fists around handfuls of those voluminous curls, knowing he couldn't hurt her, but needing something to hold onto as she assaulted his cock with her strange combination of tongue movements and vibrations, all while sucking him deep in her throat. Since she didn't need to breathe (though she still did most of the time, so as not to seem too uncanny, and so she could pant erotically while she was being fucked), she could deep throat his dick without pause, and without fear, the wet, slippery lubricant of her saliva making the head of his cock slip in and out of the tightness she had there.

  Curtis was correct in his assertion that he wouldn't be able to withstand this for long without coming, and after less than a minute of this next-level, hi-tech blow job, he came powerfully, his cock twitching and jerking inside her throat as he filled whatever it was she had there with his load, crying out and pulling her by the hair downwards onto his cock as he lifted his hips to come as deep inside her as he could.

  As he caught his breath, his eyes still closed against the daylight, and his body shivering a little with aftershocks from his intense orgasm, Dora cheerfully slipped out of his bed, opened the windows, letting the summer morning air into the small bedroom, and then left, off to do whatever the fuck it was she and Estelle actually did with their time when they weren't fucking.

  He'd told her to leave like this, too, each day, after waking him up. As much as he appreciated the way the sex droids were when he was horny, their obsessively sexual personalities actually made them distracting at best, and downright annoying at worst when he had other things to do. First thing in the morning, smutty banter and suggestive innuendo with the robotic blonde bimbo archetype was never what he needed, and on this particular morning, he wanted time to himself to think everything over, and get into position to make his move once night fell.

  Tonight, he was going to be going back into Sanctuary, to extract Madeleine.

  Chapter 2

  Curtis had definitely been missing Madeleine. Well, perhaps not even missing her specifically - it wasn't like they had been especially close until the day of his escape - but missing having someone like her around. The androids, at least, the ones who weren't optimally engineered to be complete nymphomaniacs, were just like real people in most ways, an
d Pinky, Mercy and Sarge, who had remained his particular friends despite him expanding his team of subservient androids into the hundreds over the past weeks, were good company, but he still felt like an outsider. He was different to them in too many ways, and they were always having to explain things to each other. Curtis didn't know how even the basic society of the androids worked, and yet had become the master of every android he'd come across. He was like someone from a completely foreign land who had suddenly been made king. It was great, but he had nobody to talk to that he didn't have a thousand questions for, and it was oddly lonely.

  He'd wanted to wait a couple of weeks before going back for Madeleine, however, because he had wanted to make sure he'd be bringing her to a place where there was some semblance of order already, an environment she could just drop into and live peacefully while she got to grips with the realities of the world outside of Sanctuary. Perhaps, he had also wanted to look impressive - swooping in to take her away from that awful place and out into an environment he had already become the master of. There would be protection in the form of security and police droids, there would be food, and clothing, there would be everything she needed here ready for her, and all because he had made it so. He wanted her to know he had taken the chance she had gone to so much risk to give him, and done something great with it. Out here, he was a success. He was sure she'd be proud, and he was sure she'd be dripping wet for him too, seeing him all competent and in command. He was pretty keen to fuck a human woman again, too, now he had so much more experience.