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  by Natalie Hunter

  RE:SURFACE

  Android Alien Apocalypse Harem: Book One

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  Chapter 1

  Curtis didn't really know why he'd agreed to let Sophie tie his hands behind his back and his ankles to the legs of the metal chair. It always ended up the same way. And yet, it was as good a way to pass the time as any, he supposed. He wouldn't have been any less frustrated if he'd just been on his own in his room imagining things. Although at least then he'd have been able to jerk off.

  "Oh, I promise, this time we'll do something for you as well. You remember how good it felt before, right?" she'd cajoled as she'd lured him into the room she and Fliss shared, the room in which the two women could do whatever the fuck they wanted, because they weren't male.

  He had indeed remembered. He thought of little else quite a lot of the time. That one glorious morning when she'd come into his room unannounced, slipped under the covers, and wrapped her hot, wet mouth around his cock. He'd barely lasted thirty seconds before he'd blown his load down her throat, but they'd been thirty seconds she had been holding over his head for months now.

  It was alright for her, she had Fliss, and she knew damn well Curtis could be persuaded to do anything she needed to get off as well, even without getting anything in return. She either didn't know how evil she was being, teasing him at every opportunity, or she knew and she loved it. Either way it kinda made him hate her. If there were any other women in this place who weren't either way older or... Fliss, he certainly wouldn't let her get away with the way she treated him. But, alas, his cock thought differently, and bitch or not, her body made him hard.

  It was only fucking natural. A small population, a confined space, and only one girl in his age bracket (he didn't count Fliss, who despite being just as physically appealing, was a lesbian who had never expressed anything but revulsion at his maleness. She'd been luckier even than Sophie, born without even wanting to break the rules that forbade any activity that might result in pregnancy within Sanctuary). Of course he was obsessed with her. The only other hot girls close to his age that he'd even seen were videos of women from generations ago, before the collapse, on pornography from the digital archives. And he always felt a bit bad masturbating to them, because he couldn't help but imagine how they had probably died in terror when the invasion came. The old animated porn, hentai, it had been called, that was a bit less depressing. The people who had drawn it and done the voices had of course all died horribly just like the actresses in the live action porn clips, on that day 136 years ago. He just managed not to think about it as easily, given he couldn't see them there, in happier times, getting pounded on his screen.

  Pornography. That was basically all he was going to get now, tied to this chair in the girls' room. He knew that. He knew he'd be leaving here with an aching cock and swollen balls, rushing to his own room to stroke himself to some kind of relief, cursing Sophie under his breath. But that's how things were here. That's what he got for being the last child born in Sanctuary, 20 years ago, when his mother's death in childbirth and the lack of medical capabilities left within the community had lead to the decision that sex between men and women of childbearing age would be permanently forbidden. Nobody else was allowed to be born into this place, even though it was possibly the last community of humans on Earth. They'd die out here, and Curtis would be the last of them, when his joyless, sexless life ended.

  Well, the data from pre-collapse human communities in the archives said that women usually lived longer than men. Maybe Sophie, who was two years older, would outlast him. He hoped she did, and that she outlasted Fliss too, so she'd at least get some payback for taking advantage of their situation now, and for the whole of their youth. He hoped she had to endure endless years on her own down here with nobody to make her come. Though it still wouldn't be enough to balance things out.

  "Ugh, any promises she's made you, Curtis, if they included me, they don't count. Although I do like seeing you there watching, I gotta admit," Fliss said, walking in front of him in the middle of the bare, dreary gray room and pulling Sophie over to her by a slender wrist.

  Sophie ran her hand up the simple, tight white tank top Fliss was wearing and squeezed at one of her full breasts before pinching at the hard nipple poking through the fabric. She kissed her deeply, both girls moaning theatrically, knowing that the sound would only serve to make their restrained observer's already stiff dick throb harder.

  "He can't look away..." Sophie murmured before kissing her way down Fliss' jawline to her neck, sliding her shirt up her body as she did to reveal the braless form of her aroused breasts underneath.

  Fliss gasped as Sophie moved lower and took one nipple in her mouth, while rubbing across the other with her thumb.

  She was right, Curtis couldn't look away, he never could, no matter how uncomfortable it was having his ever hardening cock restrained in his jeans, or how humiliating it was having these two bitches getting off on tormenting him this way. The way Fliss moaned, the way her tits looked, Sophie's saliva glistening on her nipples in the harsh artificial light, the fact he knew what they'd do next... It was tortuous, but it was a torture he had resigned himself to keeping on inviting in, as it was the closest he was allowed to get to what he really craved.

  As Sophie continued greedily smacking her lips against Fliss' breasts, Fliss ran her hand down Sophie's body, over her identical white tank top, and down the front of the practical gray workout shorts she was wearing. Those shorts. Curtis had certainly seen sexier clothing than the functional stuff the people of Sanctuary were given to wear in pictures and videos in the digital archives, but there was something about the way the standard issue workout shorts clung to Sophie and Fliss' asses and revealed their thighs that got a reaction out of him. He imagined running his own hand inside that soft fabric and feeling the wetness of Sophie's hot, slick cunt, something he could only imagine the feel of, having seen it many times in these little 'games' of hers, but never having touched. His cock throbbed with longing and he found himself straining almost involuntarily against the cable ties around his wrists, almost as desperate to touch himself as he was to touch her.

  Without meaning to, he grunted in frustration as Sophie let out a pornographic moan that indicated Fliss' hand, inside her shorts now, was teasing her pussy nicely.

  "Why don't we do something a little different this time? Let Curtis feel how well I get you off as well as just see it?" Fliss said.

  He noticed it sounded a little staged, as if they'd been planning something all along, but he was past worrying what it was.

  Sophie giggled her assent and Fliss removed her hand from down her shorts, looking at Curtis mockingly as she licked her fingers clean. Sophie pulled off her top over her head unceremoniously and threw it over onto her bed to the left of his chair, showing her tits, bigger and heavier than Fliss's and just as visibly aroused, with their large pink nipples standing out. She slipped her shorts down to her ankles too, before stepping out of them, nude now, where she'd been wearing nothing underneath and was barefoot.

  Fuck, she looks amazing. The horrible bitch.

  But to his surprise, she was smiling at him, and there was desire evident in her narrowed eyes. She took two steps, and was right in front of him, his eyes almost level with her breasts where he was sitting, and the scent of her,
of the same soap everyone in Sanctuary smelled of combined with something musky and human and feminine, reaching his senses and stirring him up even more. He could have touched her from here, if he wasn't bound. He could have made her feel good, too, if she'd let him. It was brutally unfair.

  She turned around, and sat on his lap.

  "Fuck," he said, breathlessly, feeling her ass pressed against the bulge of his dick and the pressure of her body against his chest. It was most unexpected.

  She had spread her legs wide so her thighs were outside of his, her ankles outside of his bound ones. He realized he could kiss, or bite her neck from here, though he'd get a mouthful of her hair, and that looking down her body he had an incredible view of her tits.

  This is new...

  "I think he's nice and comfortable like this, Fliss, after all, I don't weigh much. Just as well given how much I tend to wriggle about when you're making me come..."

  Another staged sounding line. So they'd planned this, probably in bed, probably fingering each other's wet holes as they talked about it, the filthy little bitches. How to take Curtis to new levels of frustration.

  Well, it's fucking working.

  Fliss grinned, her top still bunched up above her tits, and knelt down between Sophie's legs. Between Curtis's legs, too, though he knew she wasn't there for him.

  Sophie leaned her head back onto his right shoulder as she arched herself in reaction to the feel of Fliss's mouth against her pussy, and from his unusual vantage point her could see her chest rise as her breath quickened. He couldn't help but rock his hips with the tiny range of movement he had like this, trying to gain some kind of friction against his cock from her writhing body.

  Fliss lapped at Sophie's clit, causing her body to jolt repeatedly in response, and then she began to work her fingers inside her at the same time, fucking her just the way she knew her usual lover liked it, stretching her out with three fingers, thrusting in hard up to the knuckles as she applied just the right amount of pressure at just the right speed with her tongue. Curtis had seen Fliss go down on Sophie more times than he could count, and yet this was the loudest and most abandoned he'd ever seen her, he could tell just how much it was turning her on being licked and fingerfucked by her girlfriend while pressed up against his restrained body, knowing from the feel of his swollen dick against her the effect it was having on him. She was glistening with sweat and her body was trembling, her lips parted and inhuman sounds coming from her throat. He couldn't help but feel thrilled at the idea she was going to come soon, touching him, even if it wasn't his cock getting her there.

  The intercom played jarring tone, and with a crackle a familiar female voice made an announcement that pulled all three of them out of the girls' little game.

  "Felicity Laurence, please report to the generator room. Technical issues, please come at once."

  "Oh, no, not yet Fliss, just a couple more minutes, I'm so fucking close!" Sophie said, panting.

  Ha! Now let's see how she likes being teased and left frustrated. I'd like to shake the hand of whoever fucked up the generator systems while Fliss was the engineer on call...

  Fliss was already standing, though, pulling down her top, and grabbing a towel from the metal shelving unit at the end of her bed before rubbing Sophie's juices off of her face with it.

  "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something," she said, "I have to go, they'll come looking for me if I don't."

  "I bet there's nothing even wrong with the fucking generators, the lights and everything are still on," Sophie complained, her voice revealing just how desperate she was to come.

  "I'll be back as soon as I can. Later, Curtis," Fliss said with a smirk in his direction, before slipping out of the metal door to the room and closing it behind her.

  Sophie stood up immediately as the door clicked shut and whipped around to face Curtis. He saw that her legs were shaking, her upper thighs wet, her hair sticking to her flushed skin. Her eyes shone with arousal, and he knew that he probably looked just as consumed with his own lusts, his heart thumping and his dick aching, his extremities tingling from being bound for too long. His lips were dry, and he said nothing, his breath catching in his throat as silently, Sophie lowered herself back onto his lap, facing him this time, legs outside of his once more, her glistening pussy now separated from his cock only by the thin layer of his worn jeans.

  "I need to come, Curtis," she said, impassioned and impatient, and she pulled his head down with one hand in his hair, using her other hand to press her nipple against his mouth.

  He didn't hesitate to wrap his lips around the hardness of it and work his tongue against it, the first time he had been given access to her beautiful breasts. He felt her grinding against him as he sucked her, then felt her release his hair and slip her hand between their bodies to rub at her clit furiously.

  "God, I want something inside me," she groaned.

  Shouldn't have tied up my hands if you're missing your girlfriend's fingers that badly...

  But then he realized what she was doing. Her hand was no longer working on her pussy, it was working on his fly. She'd lifted herself up for a moment, his mouth still teasing her nipple, and was trying to unfasten his jeans. She was seriously trying to get to his cock. She was succeeding, too, awkward though the fumblings of her shaking, urgent hands were.

  He let her nipple slip from his mouth in disbelief as he felt the cool air of exposure, followed by her fingers wrapping around him. She was squatting over him now, aligning herself, and now, he felt the heat and lubrication of her puffy pussy lips against the sensitive head of his cock.

  "We can't!" he heard his own voice saying in alarm.

  I can't believe I'm fucking protesting against this, but who knows what the puritanical assholes who run this place will do to me if she gets knocked up.

  "We can, come on, I fucking need you stretching out my pussy to come, I need it so fucking bad," she said, deranged with the need to orgasm.

  She had a point, he needed it too, he was 21 years old, he'd never fucked a woman, and he'd expected that he never would. Who knew when or if Sophie would ever give him this opportunity again.

  "But they'll..."

  "No, no, it's fine, I just had my period, women can't get pregnant then, trust me, I'm a nurse, aren't I? I read all the biology stuff in the archives. It'll be fine now just, ugh, don't be a pussy, you know I can have you like this anyway, so why resist?" she urged.

  Fuck it. She does know more about biology than anybody, and I'm sure she doesn't want to get pregnant anyway... Ugh, but if she knew how to avoid it we could have been fucking for years. She is such a fucking bitch. God I want this though...

  She may have been technically a virgin but a lifestyle of at least daily fingerings and having who knows what else pushed into her by Fliss made Sophie more than comfortable with taking the lead, which was just as well given Curtis was completely at her disposal where he was restrained. He closed his eyes, trying to capture every sensation as she guided the head of his cock to the right position against her slick folds and firmly pushed him inside her, lowering her body down with a gasp of pleasure as he filled her to the hilt.

  "Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good," she moaned in his ear, before grabbing his shoulders for leverage and beginning to bounce up and down on his cock rapidly.

  The feeling was incredible - the tightness of her, the eroticism of hearing her moan and pant in pleasure, for once because of him. He knew he wouldn't last long, especially not at the pace she was riding him, his balls were tightening and he couldn't resist the rising sense that he needed to get to that enticing release, deep inside her, but he tried to hold back just a little, just enough to really savor what might be the only fuck he'd ever have in his life.

  Sophie was nearly there too, he could tell. She was clutching his head close to her and crying out ecstatically with each descent down onto him. Good, he'd at least manage to make the bitch come once, maybe she'd treat him with a bit more respect after that.<
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  But it was then, just as they were both about to let go, coming together for the first time, that the door opened without warning.

  Chapter 2

  Everything seemed to happen at once. Sophie was biting her lip, shuddering against his body, her pussy clenching and spasming as she came, before she swiftly pulled herself up off of him.

  It was too late, he had been too close. He groaned, part in relief and part in embarrassment as his cock twitched and spurted his load in ropey jets, the first hitting her thigh as she quickly got off of him, the rest arcing up then hitting the floor with a wet, thick sound.

  "Oh thank God you got here so quickly - did Fliss tell you, he was taking advantage of me!" Sophie exclaimed, rushing to grab the gray towel that Fliss (the fucking snake), had earlier used to clean her face, and wrapping it around her body.

  In astounded horror, Curtis barely noticed the little bitch letting the three people who had entered the room lech at her freshly fucked body for just slightly too long before covering herself up, or the obvious erection in the 60 year old Pete Miles' pants. Curtis barely registered anything, in fact, except that Sophie's ridiculous lie was somehow convincing to them.

  "What the fuck? Look at me, I'm tied up, how the fuck would I have --"

  They weren't listening to him though. Janice Miles, Pete's wife and the elected mayor of Sanctuary, hugged Sophie to her in her towel as if to say 'there, there, you poor girl'. Pete was far too busy ogling Sophie to pay attention to Curtis, and the third person was Madeleine Taylor, the 'religious leader' in Sanctuary. As the guy who maintained the network and access to the archives, and who could see everyone's browsing history, Curtis had a feeling that this was a job she'd chosen because she didn't want to bother learning how to do any proper work, rather than because of any good Christian values. The 37 year old watched almost as much weird Japanese porn as he did. She was wearing a simple black dress and the big silver cross that had been passed down from Sanctuary's original minister, along with an expression that was clearly supposed to be horrified indignation at the sin she had just witnessed (it kind of looked like she was just staring at his penis though).