A little snag

The bots did not require food, water, or sleep, though they could partake in each for the sake of appearances. No, all they required was a few hours in their charging cradles each night, which with EDI’s help had been easily set up on board. This was the only time they were truly **** to discovery. They would stand upright in a metal frame, eyes closed, bodies rigid, for hours while energy flowed through them from the pad on which they were standing. EDI would of course maintain vigilance to cover for them, and the cradles were collapsible to hide during the day cycle. However, there was still a chance that one of the crew would wander in during this time, and that would be a problem.

It became so when one night, Samantha Traynor made an unexpected visit to Miranda’s quarters. The comms specialist had been noticing strange transmissions from around the ship, with no clear sources, but one of them frequently appeared in Miranda’s office. EDI had assured Traynor everything was fine, but she had her doubts. The XO might be in danger, and even if not, she might know something. She decided to check on her in person. She opened the door and stepped inside, and her mouth fell open in shock.

There she was. Miranda Lawson. Standing stock still, butt naked, eyes closed, body stiff, in some kind of glowing frame. Traynor was silent for a moment, then, almost mesmerized, she took further steps inside. She made her way to cradle and reached out a hand to touch her shoulder and shake her slightly. No reaction. She was cold, and she didn’t seem to be breathing. Was she dead? Had someone put her on display? She looked Miranda over again. That was when Samantha noticed the lack of nipples or genitals, save for a slight seam where the vulva would be.

She wasn’t human. This wasn’t Miranda. But it looked so real… Felt so real…

A thought crossed Samantha’s mind. She looked down at the imposter’s breasts. They were so perfect, just like the real deal. She’d always wanted to cop a feel of those beauties. She knew she shouldn’t. This was disturbing. Demented even. Someone had to be told there was an imposter on the ship.

Then again… One quick feel couldn’t hurt right?

Samantha tentatively reached out and cupped the gynoid’s breast in her hand. It felt soft and warm and… alive. She squeezed it gently, massaging her thumb over the empty space where her nipple would be. It was amazing. So realistic. She was tempted to squeeze the other breast, but she stopped herself. She had to remember, this was still an imposter. She had to be responsible...

Then another thought crossed her mind. If Miranda, or whatever this was, didn’t respond to having her breasts squeezed, she probably wouldn’t respond to a quick kiss on the lips right?

Samantha leaned in closer and gently pressed her own lips to the Miranda-Bot’s. They were soft, and tasted like she always imagined the real Miranda’s did, and Samantha was surprised to find the imposter kissing her back, the robot’s lips moving on their own. For a moment she was worried she’d awakened it, but it became clear it was some kind of autonomous reaction. The kiss deepened, and Samantha found herself growing aroused. This was so wrong, she told herself. But it felt so right.

Samantha's tongue slid into the imposter's mouth, exploring and tasting. She could feel the robot responding, its own tongue sliding against hers. It was intoxicating. Samantha moaned into the kiss, and then broke it off. She looked at the Miranda-Bot. She was still standing there, unmoving, eyes screwed shut.

She should leave now. She should report this. She had to…

But what if she did one more thing? What if she tested the limits of the imposter's responsiveness? Maybe if it reacted again, it might give her some kind of clue. That was the responsible thing to do right? Investigate the threat? Right?

She stepped back and knelt in front of the robot. The slit between its legs was still sealed, and its body was still cold and rigid. Samantha leaned forward and licked the robot’s cunt, a sweet taste of plastic and metal filling her mouth. It was strange, but not unpleasant. She flicked her tongue across the small opening, and the robot’s hips twitched slightly. Samantha grinned and continued licking, pushing her tongue inside the robot's cunt. She could feel it warming up, and the robot's hips began to twitch and buck as she ate her out. She could hear the soft whirring of its inner workings, and she was sure that if she stopped, it would stop too. She didn't stop, though. She kept going, licking and sucking at the robot's pussy until it began to shake and shudder. Its hips were thrusting, and Samantha could feel the robot's inner walls spasming around her tongue. She pulled away, gasping for air. The robot was still shivering, but it was no longer responding. It was still standing there, unmoving, eyes still screwed shut. She had done it. She had made the robot have an orgasm. That was pretty advanced AI, whoever had made this.

“Enjoying yourself Specialist Traynor?” said a voice. Traynor turned around to see Kasumi, smiling at her.

Traynor stammered, “I-I-I… This isn’t what it looks like! I mean it is, but… Wait… How did you… What… What is this?”

“This?” Kasumi nodded. “Miranda-Bot is recharging.” Kasumi walked over and ran a finger along Miranda-Bot’s cheek. “She has to power down and recharge every night. She’s a very busy girl.” She looked at Traynor again. “You know, it’s funny. I always suspected you had a crush on Miranda. But never did I imagine you’d be so bold as to try to take advantage of her while she was asleep.”

“I…” Samantha’s eyes fell. She felt ashamed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me… But you know… It’s not her… So it’s not… Wait, what am I saying?!” She snapped out of it. “What the hell is all of this? How do you know what she is? How do you know any of this?”

Kasumi smiled. “That’s not important. What is important is that you’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you, Samantha?”

Traynor looked at Kasumi, confused. “What? Of course I am! There’s an imposter on the ship!”

Kasumi sighed. "That's a shame. I was really hoping we could keep this little incident between us."

"Keep what between us?" Samantha asked.

"Your little indiscretion," Kasumi said. "You know, if you tell the commander about this, I'm going to have to tell her about your little crush on Miranda. And I'm sure she won't be happy to hear that you were taking advantage of her XO while she was asleep. Sure it’s not really her, but what does it say about you that you’d even think about doing that?”

“I…” Samantha considered her options, biting her lip. “I… I can’t endanger the crew… even if it means a court martial, I can’t in good conscience…”

“Noble,” Kasumi-Bot nodded. “Tell you what… What if you could use her? Would that be enough to buy your silence?”

“Use her?” Traynor blinked. “What do you mean?”

"Simple. You can fuck her whenever you like," Kasumi replied. "She’s yours to use and ****, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her duties. And in exchange, you don't say a word about her being an android to anyone, ever. Deal?"

Traynor blinked. “I… I don’t understand…”

"I'm giving you an opportunity here, Samantha," Kasumi smiled. "Think about it. You can have Miranda, anytime you want. All you have to do is keep quiet."

Traynor was silent, thinking.

"Come on, Samantha," Kasumi-Bot encouraged. "You know you want her. You've been lusting after her since the first day you saw her. Why not indulge yourself?"

Samantha was still silent, before finally realizing. “You… You’re like her too? You replaced her… Why not do the same to me?”

“Astute aren’t we? Truth be told, you’re not a priority. We’d probably get to you in time, but now you’ve made things complicated.” Kasumi-Bot smiled. “So here’s the deal. You keep quiet, and you can fuck Miranda-Bot whenever you like. Or, you refuse, and I turn your brain to mush and put a robot in your place. Your choice.”

Traynor swallowed. It was a no brainer. “I’ll do it.”

Kasumi-Bot smiled. “Good. Let me just make some adjustments before she turns back on, then she’s all yours. Of course… You’ll need some adjustments too. We might not replace you, but we can’t have you breaking your word.” Samantha was confused, before a glow took over her vision.

***

The next day, Samantha was at her position in front of the galaxy map, scrolling through her usual readouts. Miranda-Bot stepped out of the elevator, wearing her usual skintight outfit, Samantha couldn’t take her eyes off her. She was gorgeous. And now, she was all hers. The thought of it made her wet. She walked up to where Samantha was working, and whispered in her ear. “I’ve arranged for a few hours off for you. Come with me to the office, and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of… Mistress.” Samantha didn’t have to be told twice. She quickly She followed the XO into the elevator and down to her office. As soon as the door was closed, Samantha pushed the bot against the wall and kissed her passionately, the bot immediately reciprocating, her hands wandering up and down Traynor’s body.

“Please, Mistress,” Miranda-Bot moaned, as Samantha broke the kiss. “Take me. Use me. Obey me.” Her eyes glowed, so subtly that Samantha didn’t notice, but the programming had taken effect, and the words were seared into the specialist’s brain once more. Obey Your ****. Fuck Your ****. She is yours. You are hers. Tell No One.

“Anything for you, Miranda,” Samantha replied, and she proceeded to fuck her **** over the desk. Miranda-Bot was programmed to respond to sexual stimuli, but not to feel any actual pleasure. She was there to serve and be used, not to question or object. She was a willing sex ****, and that's all she would ever be.

As far as Samantha Traynor was concerned, that was just fine with her.