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After two years, the Third Rift War was not going well; forces of the Outworld Coalition were pressing the Galactic Empire on several fronts, and Galaxy Fleet Command therefore felt it was time to haul out the heavy weapons. Even as the dreadnoughts of the Fleet Reserve were being called up, research laboratories were also being pressed for their latest inventions--nanophage plagues, psi-bombs, planet-rippers...and combat androids.
The problem with Class I self-aware combat androids--the Fleet had found--was that they tended to go berserk on the battlefield.
When the latest model arrived to be tested, therefore, the Fleet put her on the first available starship--the hundredmeter mail courier "Gazelle", as it happened--for delivery to the test range on Lamala Dia.Although the "Gazelle" was a non-Fleet auxiliary belonging to the Galaxy Scout Service, it had performed well during the war, and therefore the Fleet felt safe entrusting its property to 34-year old Captain Galina Barding. Barding was unique, too, because her single crew member actually was an android; named Clovis Arbuckle, he was the 21-year old product of an eccentric inventor who had lost his son, and built Clovis as a replacement. Virtually indistinguishable from a real human being, Clovis had nevertheless given Galina both a good idea of what to expect from an android, and regular fucking from his superhuman 20-cm penis.
The android they sent her was nothing like Clovis, however; named KV-75-88--or "Kayvee"--she boarded the "Gazelle" wearing a tight-fitting burgundy jumpsuit and matching high-heeled sandals. With shoulder length blonde hair and bangs, she was nearly two meters tall on her heels and almost stunningly super-feminine. The only indication that she wasn't human was a triangular stamp on her left temple-marking her as a registered android--and a pair of silvered lenses that completely covered her eyes. Those resembled sunglasses welded right into her head, and made it very difficult to gauge her expression.
"Greetings, Captain Barding," the combat robot said, shaking Galina's hand. "I see you have an android of your own."
"Yes," Galina said, aware Clovis was likewise marked with a green stamp on his temple; "you probably have a lot in common."
"I rather doubt that," Kayvee said, lifting a spanner wrench from a nearby tool rack, and twisting it in her hands like a pretzel.
"No," Clovis admitted, "I can't do that."
"Would you like me to un-bend this?" Kayvee asked Galina, lifting the twisted wrench.
"No, that's all right," Galina said, taking the tool. "I'll use it for a paperweight."
Galina then paused a long moment, glancing at her passenger's body, and clothes.
"You know," Galina said, "somehow, you don't look like you came straight out of the factory."
"You are correct. I have spent the last ten years protecting private courier missions in the Rift."
"Ever kill anyone?"
"Yes."
"Ever kill anyone who didn't deserve it?"
"No"
Galina nodded, trying to keep her expression neutral. Somehow, she wasn't sure she felt comfortable with a passenger who could tie knots in tempered steel, but there was no need to get on the android's bad side.
"What about you?" Clovis asked Kayvee. "You ever been knocked out?" Kayvee paused a moment before responding.
"Yes."
"How'd that happen?" Galina asked. "Rail gun? Plasma cannon?"
"Actually, it was a Star Cow Artificial Insemination machine."
"Huh...?"
"I enjoy being fucked by really huge penises," Kayvee said, with startling frankness. "During a certain freight run, I availed myself of a mechanical penis designed to artificially inseminate Vegan star cows, but the penis-which is about 30 centimeters long in its rest state-swelled up to about 3 meters in length, tore through my vagina, and punched a hole in my abdomen, right below the rib cage."
"Holy shit--!" Galina swore.
"Let me get this straight," Clovis said. "You got fucked by a penis bigger than your entire body?"
"It did feel good..." Kayvee admitted; "until it tore my body in half."
"Well," Galina said, laughing nervously, "that tops any of my stories. Why don't you take the aft stateroom, and we'll be underway within the hour."
Kayvee nodded, turning to head aft.
"Galina," Clovis said, after she was gone, "I don't think my cock is going to satisfy her."
"Yeah," Galina said, "that is one freaky chick."

With Kayvee around, Galina and Clovis were reluctant to fuck at first--their perennial favorite activity for the last two years they'd known each other--but finally they realized that Kayvee was anything but stuffy; obviously, a girl who'd nearly killed herself fucking a giant artificial penis couldn't be too prudish...
Three days into the four-week trip, then, Galina and Clovis met in the padded cargo hold and stripped off their clothes for some zero-G fucking. Wearing nothing but her platform sandals--to give her enough height to make this work-Galina eased the android's drooling penis into her pussy while she stood before him on the deck, then wrapped a bungee-cord harness around their bodies to hold them together. Stimulated by the tightness of Galina's sweet wet pussy, Clovis then gave her a few quick thrusts--holding her buttocks in his hands--before speaking a command to Holly, the ship's computer.
"Holly, reduce local gravity to 0.25G."
Obligingly, Galina suddenly felt her weight seem to float away-and Clovis' next thrust knocked her clean off her high heels. Since there was still partial gravity, they didn't float into the air; instead, they sailed for several meters through the air, then landed hard on the deck--with the effect of punching Clovis' cock super-deep into Galina's cunt when he landed on top of her.
"OOF--!" Galina grunted. "Holly--0.1G."
Now, when Clovis thrust again, the recoil bounced them off the deck--and Galina wrapped her legs around her partner as they spun crazily through the air. Eventually, they did land--on their sides--but the bungee cord kept them bound together.
"You're a crazy woman," Clovis noted, pumping the captain especially hard as they twirled again through the air; "you know that?"
"Just fuck me, robot," Galina replied; "Holly--zero-G."
Now, at last, their sex got dangerous. While the chamber was empty, and padded, the slightest contact with a side wall--or the floor, or the ceiling--sent them recoiling in the opposite direction, even as they urgently ground their hips against each other, and traded nibbling bites on their necks and earlobes.
"Look out!" Galina cried, seeing the floor spinning toward them suddenly, and throwing out an arm to catch them.
"Have I mentioned..." Clovis said, pausing to kiss and suck Galina's free-floating 38 C-cup breasts, "...you have a really nice puss?"
"Oh, thanks...!" Galina grunted, feeling the android's balls slap against her ass even as they collided with the ceiling at an odd angle. This set up another unexpected ricochet--and Galina barely threw out a foot to stop them from plowing into the main hatch; catching her heel in the door frame, she felt her foot twist hard against the binding ankle-strap, then felt their momentum stop for a second before they spun around in the other direction.
"Now THIS is crazy!" Galina said, suddenly feeling the floor smash into her shoulder; despite herself, she came hard--trembling from the sheer danger of their coupling.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming...!!!" Galina cried, momentarily oblivious to their surroundings as her pussy went into spasm, sucking at the steely-hard invader stabbing into her belly. Clovis then came himself a moment later, squirting ropes of sticky-wet analog semen into Galina's clutching hole even as they thudded awkwardly into a bulkhead wall.
"Now tell me," Galina said, teasingly--even as cum-globules began to ooze from her pussy and float away in a spiraling trail behind them--"why didn't your designer give you unlimited endurance?"
"Because I'd fucking kill you," Clovis said; "or my powerplant would go dead." Galina smiled, enjoying the afterglow of their cum, and Clovis' still hard cock in her tummy.
"Holly, resume normal gravity...slowly."
Happily, with her own artificial intelligence, Holly heeded the command, and the sweating partners felt the weight resuming to their bodies even as they bounced off the main hatch; doing a stately spiral through the air, they finally hit the deck again-full-mass--just as Clovis was punctuating his fuck with a last, deep thrust...
"OOF--! Fuck--!"
Heavy again, Galina now lay sprawled beneath Clovis with her feet spread out at an awkward angle--with one foot twisted nearly clean out of its sandal--and Clovis himself buried up to his hairy hilt in her cunt.
Which was when Galina noticed the main hatch was open, and Holly was watching them.
"May I have a turn?" she asked.
"Two androids," Galina said--almost as turned on as she was embarrassed; "I gotta see this."

Knowing Kayvee had plenty of killing power, Clovis wasn't quite as enthusiastic as Galina--who hid in the next compartment behind a reinforced glass window--but he had to admit that the thought of slipping his meat into this cybernetic amazon was at least a little arousing. Nervously, then, he stood before Kayvee--naked except for her sandals, like Galina--and eased his penis into her surprisingly wet cunt. For all her cunt-wrenching adventures, she was surprisingly tight--a nice snug fit around his 20 cm spar--and he looked at her face for some kind of response.
None was evident. Nor was any reaction evident when he cupped and squeezed her impossibly perfect breasts, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. Still--buried up to his nuts in her muscular hole--he couldn't resist bending down to suck at one deliciously perfect nipple, pulling at the teat and areolae with his lips.
"Bind us," Kayvee said, lifting her arms.
"Okay..." Clovis said, wrapping the bungee belt around them and securing it--meanwhile trying to pump a few deep thrusts into Kayvee to loosen her up. To his relief, her creamy cunt tightened around him reflexively, but there was still no obvious reaction on her face.
"Now disengage the gravity."
Clovis did so, and soon the pair were going at it like a pair of purpose-built sex machines--bouncing off the walls, floor and ceiling, even as Kayvee dug her fingernails into Clovis' shoulders, and slam-fucked her hips into the poor male android.
//God almighty--!// Galina marvelled, watching Kayvee throw her hapless partner around the chamber. With the grace of a ballet dancer--and the power of a steamroller--she would stop their motion with the tip of one sandal-shod foot, resting her toes against the hard metal for a moment, then fling their bodies spinning like a pair of crazy billiard balls in another direction. Sometimes she caught them, and sometimes she didn't--once Galina winced as Kayvee drove Clovis' head into a padded wall like a pile driver--but she never did she let up her relentless assault on his cock.
Finally, dizzy with lust--and pain--he exploded in her hole, soaking her muscular vagina with jet after jet of his spurting spunk. From Galina's perspective, it was the equivalent of running up a white flag.
And indeed, Clovis looked like a pretty beat-up android when Holly restored the gravity; unlike the conclusion of the previous fuck, this one ended with Kayvee landing flat on her sandal-shod feet, and Clovis literally hanging limp and spent between her legs, only connected to her by the bungee belt, and his cock in her cunt. Panicked, Galina rushed into the chamber just in time to see Kayvee rip the belt free, and watch Clovis slip from Kayvee's cum-spackled hole and fall crumpled to the deck.
"Oh my God," Galina said, cradling her battered friend; "are you all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine," Clovis said; "all systems nominal. What a woman...!"
Galina looked up at Kayvee.
"How was it for you?" she asked.
"Diverting," the android said, stooping to pick up her clothes, "but I failed to climax. As I suspected, Clovis is not large enough to satisfy me."

Although Galina didn't think it was possible, she soon learned that an android could develop an inferiority complex.
"'Not large enough?' What the hell does she want, a whale stuffed up her cunt?"
"It's okay," Galina said, trying to cheer Clovis up; "I think you're...gigantic! When we fuck, it feels like you're going to split me in half, every time!"
"Thanks, Captain. I know you're trying to make me feel better."
"Well, for God's sake, this woman's a freak! I don't think ANYTHING will satisfy her."
Galina saw that might be true herself, when she passed by the ship's gun-range; Galina often used the small chamber to practice her marksmanship, but--looking through the observer's window--she could see that Kayvee was faster and stronger than she would ever be. Using a shotgun modified to fire laser pulses, Kayvee polished off a variety of targets projected on the walls, then crushed the shotgun itself into the last target, breaking off the handle, splitting the barrel and punching a dent in the steel wall.
"Sorry about your gun," Kayvee said, handing Galina the twisted weapon. "I'll buy you a new one."
"Don't worry, it's Fleet property."
Kayvee turned to go.
"So," Galina said, "were you actually designed to be a crazy person?"
"No," Kayvee said; "my designer considered me defective."

A few days later, the "Gazelle" came out of hyperjump at an automated fueling station halfway to Lamala Dia. This star system wasn't supposed to be populated, but--shortly after they arrived--
Clovis detected another starship with his sensors in the laser turret.
"It looks dead," he noted; "no signals."
"It could be a pirate," said Kayvee--sitting next to Galina on the bridge; "trying to lure us in."
"Maybe," Galina agreed, "but space law requires us to investigate all derelicts."
"The Fleet won't be happy; it will delay my delivery to Lamala Dia."
"Sorry," Galina said, changing course. "I didn't write the law."

As the "Gazelle" drew closer to the derelict, Galina recognized it as an ancient commercial transport; ten times the size of the mail courier, it appeared dead, but intact.
"The hangar bay is open," Galina noted; "we'll land there."
"There's still no signals," Kayvee observed, watching the radio panel; "do you want ME to check the ship out?"
"No, Clovis and I will check it out. We'll keep our space suit mikes open, though, so you can hear us."
In the off chance this was an ambush, Galina equipped herself and Clovis--both in armored space suits--with laser rifles, as well as tools for cutting open jammed hatches.
"Do you actually NEED a spacesuit?" Galina asked.
"Yes, my skin will boil in a vacuum."
In the event, the hangar bay airlock cycled without being forced, and Clovis noticed the controls were labeled in the script of the Fringe Falangists--a human civilization from the deep frontier. Battery power was maintaining lights and minimal life support, but the crew was gone, and the ship's corridor were painted with a bizarre scheme of jagged red and black stripes.
Even stranger, though, was a central chamber with six ornately decorated benches facing a central dais; each bench sported what appeared to be a huge--30 cm long, 5 cm thick--black phallus.
"It looks like a room full of dildos," Galina said, for the benefit of Kayvee.
"Big dildos?" Kayvee asked, from the mail courier.
"Yeah, your size."
Galina turned to Clovis.
"Why would they have a room full of dildos?" Clovis asked.
"I don't know, but I've got a theory. Can you read this language?"
"I have the skill stored in memory."
"Then let's see if we can find the ship's log."
On the bridge--painted in the same disturbing manner as the rest of the ship--the pair found functioning flight computers, ship's documents, and a strangely rambling ship's log. Even Clovis--with the processing power of his artificial mind--had trouble sorting it out.
"It looks like this ship was used for some sort of religious ritual," Clovis said; "apparently, the Falangists believed their star had to be 'fed' with human sacrifices, and they used this ship to get as close as possible to their star before they killed them."
"Creepy," Galina said. "But what were they doing here? Their territory is 50 parsecs away."
"Probably a hyperjump error. It sounds like they abandoned ship after their supplies ran out."
Galina shook her head. In the end, this was just a peculiar detour after all. "Captain, do you hear something?"
Turning around, Galina realized she did hear something. Something was moving, back where the dildos were.
"Let's check it out," Galina said, lifting her laser rifle.
Cautiously, with rifles up and ready, the pair approached the dildo chamber. Sure enough, someone was in there: it was Kayvee-buck-naked--humping one of the bolted-down dildos.
"Kayvee," Galina said, lowering her gun, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, it's good...!" Kayvee murmured, glancing up at Galina.
Galina rolled her eyes and shook her head; looking back again, she saw that--somehow--Kayvee had managed to stuff almost the entire phallic shaft into her vagina. On each down-stroke, only a couple of centimeters were still visible at the base, stretching her swollen pink labia.
"Kayvee," Clovis said--with startling calm--"this may not be prudent."
Kayvee simply continued humping the dildo, however, her face finally betraying signs of pleasure. Although her eyes were still unreadable behind her silver lenses, she was starting to gasp and grunt; her breasts were bouncing on her chest, and she was clenching her stomach muscles, fighting a happy battle with the super-cock in her pussy.
A moment later, though, Galina was startled by the sudden closing of the exit hatch. Along with Clovis, she rushed to the hatch, but it was already sealed.
"I don't like this," Galina said, vaguely aware of the humping, slurping sounds coming from Kayvee behind them.
"Well, this is interesting," Clovis said, noting his space suit's environment sensor; "the partial pressure of oxygen is falling. It's a good thing you've got a spacesuit."
"Thanks. But WHY is it falling?"
Clovis thought about that a moment, then came up with an answer.
"I think it's part of the religious ritual," he said; "if a woman were impaled on one of those things--fucking herself like Kayvee-she probably wouldn't notice the air getting thinner. Eventually, she'd pass out...and suffocate."
"That's possible," Galina agreed, turning with Clovis to watch Kayvee.
Apparently oblivious to the atmospheric change, the android was now bearing down for some serious rutting.
"Oh, fuck...! Fuck...!"
Then, suddenly, metal spikes jutted from the tips of all five visible phalluses--easily 15 centimeters long.
Kayvee gasped, clutching her belly.
"Kayvee!" Galina said.
Just as suddenly, the spikes retracted--and Kayvee, incredibly, continued her thrusting--but now, Galina realized, oozing pink fluid was flowing down the android's thighs.
"That's her body fluid," Clovis said.
"Doesn't she need that?"
Clovis nodded.
"Yes; if she loses enough, her system will fail and her brain will crash."
Galina was incredulous; looking back at Kayvee, she saw that the android was now fucking herself even harder--even as her life fluids poured down her legs.
"Kayvee!" Galina yelled; "get off that thing!"
"Ohhh...!" Kayvee whined, wrapping her arms around her head, "I can't--it's making me cummm--!"
Even as she said that, however, a laser cutting blade-projected between two poles that rose suddenly from the deck, on either side of the bench--swung up and over the bench, and sliced cleaned through Kayvee's midsection.
Completely oblivious, Kayvee was lifting up on her thighs when the blade caught her--but only her hips and legs completed the downward stroke; marked by a sudden, explosive spray of body fluid, her upper torso--cut clean through--slid off her hips and bounced across the floor, flinging its gushing visceral juices across the deck like so much android blood.
"Kayvee--!"
Amazingly--even as the laser rig retracted into the floorKayvee's lower half continued to fuck itself, and Galina watched in horror as the android's hips slammed down around the dildo, forcing the wicked black tip to punch through the upper end of her sawed-off vagina. Evidently, the laser had not cauterized the two halves of Kayvee's body--body fluid still spurted from the severed trunk arteries in both her sections--yet her lower half seemed intent on wringing a climax out of the giant phallus.
The sight, thus, was sickening; sloshing in a mix of body fluid and vaginal lubricant, the penis continued to rip through Kayvee's pelvis. Eventually, though, the fucking motion of the lower torso slowed--almost imperceptibly--as the power drained away from the artificial muscles in her thighs.
"Hey, look..." Kayvee said--weakly--from her upper half; "...that's my lower half up there."
Neither Galina nor Clovis could move for a long moment, mesmerized by the obscene jabbing of the black cock-head through the ring of Kayvee's vagina. Even from a distance, Galina felt a terrible sense of voyeuristic intrusion; when the hips finally came to a stop, the cock-head was jutting a full ten centimeters above the plane of incision, and Galina realized she was looking down at a cross-section of Kayvee's body, her glistening artifical organs open to the air, exposed and vulnerable.
Behind Galina and Clovis, meanwhile, the hatch slid open-letting the breathable air outside back into the chamber-and Galina finally forced herself to move to Kayvee's upper half.
"Jesus, robot," Galina said; "you're a mess. Are you conscious?"
"I think I'm losing it..."
"Clovis, help me carry her back to the ship."
"What are we going to do with her?" Clovis asked.
"We'll put her in cold-sleep. That'll keep everything fresh until they put her back together."
Clovis nodded, but Galina could see--as he helped her lift the torso--that he appeared even more traumatized than her.
"You okay, Clovis?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay, then, let's go. We'll come back for the other half."
* * *A few hours later, Galina attached a beacon to the hull of the derelict--warning other travelers to stay away--and soon the "Gazelle" was back in hyperspace. Two weeks later-cut in two pieces--KV-75-88 was finally delivered to the weapons lab on Lamala Dia.
The Fleet representatives were--of course--highly upset, but cooler heads among them realized that Kayvee might be a little too unstable to use in combat anyway.
"You know what amazes me," Galina said, as she flew away from the planet, "is how Kayvee managed to stay alive as long as she did."
"Yes," Clovis said, simply, from the gun turret.
"You're still upset, aren't you?"
"Well," Clovis said, "we were...intimate."
"Intimate? For God's sake, the woman nearly killed you in zero-G!"
"What difference does that make?"
Galina nodded, alone on the bridge. In a way, she was almost glad that Clovis was traumatized; her greatest concern--when she first realized Clovis was a robot, years before--was that he was too naive, and might never develop feelings like a real human being. Like a real man, though, he had feelings for the crazy-robot Kayvee.
Or maybe--after fucking Galina for two years straight--he was just glad to fuck someone else for a change.
Or then again, perhaps he identified with the torture of his fellow android, crazy as she was.
Whatever it was, at least it showed that Clovis was growing.
//I just hope,// Galina thought to herself, //Kayvee won't be so whacked-out when they put HER together again!//