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You stalked the halls of the spaceship, looking for anything to sell. It was rare to find anything now; most of the raiders had already stripped the fallen spaceships of anything of worth.
The alien invasion hadn't lasted long. Honestly, it was a joke to call it that. It had lasted a total of three days before the ships had fallen from the sky. There were hundreds of them, scattered all across the planet. You were supposed to report them to your government if you found one, but you'd decided to search the one you'd found on your many acres of land.
Besides, it's not like the government wanted to be out in the middle of the Nevada desert. Who knew if they'd even find anything worthwhile?
Thankfully, the inside was still somehow air-conditioned. You didn't press your luck, not knowing when the ship would erode or decide to malfunction. Hell, it could probably sweep you back up into a mothership somewhere before you could blink.
You decide to stop thinking about that. You were here for treasure.
Using your trusty crowbar, you crack open a sealed door at what you think is the heart of the ship.
Jackpot.
The lights glow eerily, casting a light blue haze across the room. There is a ton of electronic equipment around, with trinkets of all sorts strewn on the tables that you don't recognize. In the middle, there is a chair that looks like a dentist's chair. It's facing away from you, so you approach it with caution.
As you round the chair, you feel your heart beat slightly faster as a beautiful woman comes into view. She's unconscious and lying perfectly still. She's dressed in a short, white dress, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. You flush. Wait, her chest was completely still. Was she dead?
"Hello?" You whisper.
Something in the room whirs to life, and you look around frantically before you realize that it's her. She emits a soft hum, those eyes opening slowly. They're the most vibrant shade of green you've ever seen, and they glow softly. She doesn't blink.
"Hello," she says, her voice soft. She speaks almost too perfectly, her cadence just slightly askew of natural. "My name is Wanda. I am here to serve you."
Those eyes remain on you, tracking your movement as you slowly walk around her. Inspecting her, you find that part of her arms are metal.
Reaching out, you touch her forearm. It feels like real skin, but you suppose it's some sort of synthetic thing. It would be too creepy if it were real.
"How may I serve you today?"
You look up quickly, backing away again.
"Um, is there a setting on you that makes you sound more… human?"
The woman (bot?) blinks for the first time. "Of course. Would you like me to run that program?"
"Please."
You watch as she shuts her eyes again. There appears to be something red underneath her skin. It looks like swirling electricity. As quickly as you notice it, the swirls disappear, and the woman opens her eyes.
"Hey," she says.
You chuckle. "Hey."
She blinks this time, and you feel some of the tension in you disappear.
"So, what exactly are you?"
The woman (bot?) tilts her head. It's a striking look, and you clear your throat softly as you attempt to readjust your pants without being too obvious. She really is a beautiful… um. Experiment?
"I was created with one purpose. To bring pleasure to whomever I serve."
"Who do you serve?"
She smiles, stepping forward. You don't step backward, too curious to see where this is going to worry about your own safety.
"I serve you," She murmurs, and you swear it sounds almost… sultry.
The woman-bot steps closer to you, casually leaning against the table next to you. She leans back on her hands, her chest naturally pressed out at the action, and you flush.
"May I bring you pleasure?"
You smile slightly, curious as to how advanced the aliens had made her.
"And how would you do that?"
"However you'd like me to," she pauses, smiling up at you. It's dazzling. "If you want me to start without instruction, I'll get on my knees first."
She sounds like she's about to continue, but you don't need to hear any more. You reach out, grabbing her hair gently before applying pressure until she's on her knees. She doesn't protest, easily obeying, and you feel yourself twitch against the confines of your pants.
Looking down, you catch her licking her lips before she looks up at you. Her eyes are big and innocent-looking, but her hands are expertly undoing your belt and hooking under your waistband. Before you can fully enjoy it, she yanks them down until they pool at your feet.
Your cock springs to attention, your chest heaving in anticipation.
Wanda apparently has foreplay in her program, because she nuzzles it with her cheek while dragging her fingernails over your thighs and stomach. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, she licks the underside of your tip.
Groaning, you grip her hair roughly. She must not have pain programmed into her, because she doesn't make a sound. Taking your tip into her mouth, she sucks lightly, her tongue teasing you as she does.
Fuck, it actually feels real. You begin to wonder about how they've managed to lubricate her mouth, but promptly forget about it as she takes your entire length down her throat in one movement.
"Holy shit," you breathe out, groaning as you grip her hair and move her head back and forth. "Can you moan?"
Wanda doesn't respond, but she begins to softly moan. It's the perfect amount, not too fake but enough to sound natural.
She continues, her head moving back and forth as you fuck her mouth. There is saliva-lubricant dripping down her chin. She doesn't stop looking up at you, her eyebrows raised slightly as you watch your length disappear in between those perfect lips.
You can feel yourself about to cum, so you stop her, pulling her lips from your cock with a pleasant pop. She just looks up at you, obedient.
"Get on that table-chair thing over there," you pant.
Wanda doesn't say anything, but she makes her way to the center of the room and lies down on the table-chair.
"No," you murmur, kicking off your pants as you walk towards her. "On all fours."
She turns over, presenting her ass to you. You can see that small puckered hole, but you decide to try that another day. After all, she didn't have to eat, so she would be prepared no matter what.
You can see her lubricant dripping from her pussy. You have to admit, the aliens did an excellent job at researching how it should look. And feel. You had some questions, but shoved them to the back of your mind as your cock lined up with her entrance.
"Can you feel pleasure?"
"Yes."
"Then show me how good this feels," you murmur, before plunging the whole length of yourself inside her.
Wanda gasps, her fingers gripping the table-chair. You can see that same red electricity under the skin, but for some reason, it only turns you on more.
You thrust roughly, setting a punishing pace as Wanda begins to moan and whine beneath you. She doesn't have to breathe, but her chest heaves anyway, her back arching as you grip her hips and slam into her.
"It feels… so… good," She whimpers, moaning when you grab her hair and wrench her head back.
"Who do you belong to?" You ask, feeling your orgasm creep closer.
"You. I belong to you."
"Good girl, I'm keeping you forever."
"Thank you, Master," Wanda moans.
That's what sends you over the edge. The title, the thought of her being yours forever, the way her hair flowed around her shoulders as skin and metal parts blended seamlessly together. You cum inside her, feeling her inner walls pulsate around your cock as she practically milks you.
You rest your head against a metal support beam next to the table. Your cock is throbbing pleasantly, and Wanda hasn't made any move to remove it from herself.
"You're perfect." You whisper.
"I was designed to be."