Terminator, With Love

by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

Chapter Two: I Don't Sleep

White hot flames shot up filling the garage with searing heat. Sarah Connor watched as a mechanical hand, the last remnant of a T-888, turned into vapor and dust before her eyes. 

"Is it done?" Derrick Reese entered the garage as the flames began to die.

"It's done," Sarah replied. "That's the last of it. Every last piece has been accounted for."

Derrick followed as Sarah entered the house.

"You know there's another one of those metal bastards you should be scrapping," Derrick said in an accusing tone.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked, a little perturbed by his aggressive attitude.

"That one," he said, angrily pointing his finger at Cameron. She and John were in the kitchen, packing up their books for school.

"That one's on our side, in case you hadn't noticed," Sarah said.

"Yeah?" he asked. "How do you know? You have no way of knowing of what's going on inside its head. It could be plotting against us right now. For all we know, she's the one that becomes SkyNet! The sooner we plug her, the better off we'll be!"

"That's enough!" an angry voice bellowed from the kitchen. John was glaring at Derrick angrily, his fists clenched tightly. "Cameron's on our side. No one touches her!"

"On our side, huh?" Derrick asked smugly. He walked over to the younger man. "How do you know?"

"Because I sent her," he said. "Just like I sent your brother."

Derrick stared at him in silence. "Yeah. Yeah, I bet you did."

John and Cameron got in the truck, ready to leave for school. As they drove out of the driveway, he could hear Derrick yelling at them.

"You don't know everything, John! You're just a man! You can't know everything!"

John and Cameron rode together in silence. Finally Cameron spoke.

"He was right," she said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Derrick, he was right," she said. "You are just a man."

"So?"

"You have needs. You can't ignore them."

"What needs? What are you talking about."

"You need to masturbate again," she said. "Let me help you."

"What? No!"

"Why not?"

"First of all, we're on the highway and second..." He hesitated. "And second... I don't want to do it with a machine, okay?"

"John, you need to masturbate," she said again with the blind conviction of an emotionless machine. "If you don't, you'll get frustrated, distracted, you'll be easily..."

"All right! All right!" he shouted in frustration. "I'll take care of it tonight. By myself."

***

John embraced Cameron tightly in his arms in the darkened school hallway. Their faces drew close. Then, in a sudden burst of aggression, John pressed his lips to hers. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and kissed her passionately. His cock grew hard and pressed against her thigh. John squeezed her in his arms forcing her to press her chest against his. He felt her warm, soft breasts mashing against his chest. His hand drifted down to her ass. He lifted the tiny skirt she wore and grabbed her cheek. He kissed her more aggressively as he squeezed her soft flesh.

John pushed her away. He pulled off his shirt exposing his finely muscled body. He placed his hand Cameron's collar and with one swift tug, he tore through the flimsy fabric. He smiled as he palmed her breast in his hand. His thumb pressed on her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.

He kissed her again. Cameron undid his pants and freed his fully erect cock. It bounced as it sprung free from the confines his drawers. Cameron smiled as she stroked him. Her bra fell off and drifted to the floor.

John pushed her against the lockers. He turned her around and she spread her legs for him. He lifted her skirt  and fingered her pussy. Pointing his cock at his target, John wasted no time entering her. He pushed into the warmth of her depths. Cameron let out a yelp. 

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, Cameron?" he asked with a hint of sadism in his voice. "You like it when I fuck you."

"Oh, yes, John!" she replied. Her eyes were closed as she bore the brunt of his assault. "Oh, John! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh yeah! Oh, yeah, baby!" John muttered between gasps. "Take it! Take my cock!"

John was close to cumming. He opened his eyes just slightly, but then nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw a figure standing before him in the shadows.

"Oh shit!"

Cameron stood in front of him, watching him with her unblinking robotic stare.

"You were masturbating," she said, nonchalantly after having ruined a perfectly good fantasy.

John clutched his chest and felt his heart beating like a runaway locomotive. "Fuck, Cameron! Fuck..." He tried to catch his breath. "How long have you been standing there?"

"A while," she said.

John glanced at his clock. "It's three in the morning," he said. "What are you doing?"

"I don't sleep," she said. "You were masturbating."

"Yeah," he said. "I *was*."

"I can help you," she said.

"I was doing just fine until you scared the shit out of me," John replied.

Without a word, Cameron pulled off her shirt. She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground. John eyed her perfect breasts hungrily in the moonlight.

"What... what are you doing?" he said.

"Helping," she replied as she slipped out of her skirt. She crawled onto his bed like a cat stalking its prey. She grasped his semi-erect cock through the thin bedsheet and began to stroke him. She pulled the sheet down and grasped the bare flesh of his fully engorged cock. Her head drew closer as she stroked him.

"Cameron, wait," John pleaded. "Cameron, please... I... I don't want to do it with a robot my first time."

Cameron looked up at him. Her eyes met his. His cock was almost touching her lips. 

"Don't worry John," she said. "You'll like this."

She gave his cock a gentle squeeze. It was as hard as iron. She continued to stroke him as her lips drew nearer to the head. What was she going to do?

She gave him another gentle squeeze and drop of clear precum oozed from the tip. Gently, she touched it with her tongue, then pulled back. A thin strand of cum followed her tongue to her mouth. Mechanically, her eyes flicked up at John and met his gaze. He stared at her, this deadly machine with the face of goddess. She just looked at him, his cum dangling from her lip.

Then she looked down at his cock. She opened her mouth and drew it in. She worked her mouth up and down the head. Her tongued pressed his cock up against the roof of her mouth as she bobbed her head down the length of his shaft. It was the most wondrous feeling. The tightness of her mouth, the warmth, the slick, moist saliva that dribbled down his cock -- it was his first time. It was the first time any woman had ever taken him in her mouth.

John began thrusting his pelvis. He needed to be in her, he needed to push himself in deeper. Cameron complied and pushed her head into him with each forward thrust. Soon, his cock was was hitting the back of her throat. It wasn't enough. He needed more. He grabbed her head and pushed her into him. His cock slid down her gullet. 

"Oh, yeah! That's it, take it!" he ordered her under his breath, careful not to talk too loudly. His mom was asleep in the other room.

He began pumping into her face with short, quick bursts. His cock never left her throat. He slammed it into her again and again. 

"Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch? You like taking that cock," John accused her. Cameron couldn't answer. His rod was shoved so far down her throat, it was impossible to do anything but grunt.

John rammed into her face again and again. He was keenly aware of the advantage of fucking a machine. She didn't have to breathe. He pushed his cock into her face as deep as he could.

He pulled back, bringing the head of his cock to her mouth, almost to her lips. 

"Now, listen carefully, bitch," John commanded. "When I fuck your face, I want you to choke, you understand?"

Cameron's eyes were glued to his. She gave a slight nod. That was all John needed.

He slammed his cock into her again. He let it hit the back of throat then slide down inside of her. This time, Cameron began to gag and spasm. John grabbed her head and pushed it into him. He pushed her so hard, her nose was buried in a mound of pubic hair. Her face began to turn red. Cameron continued to choke and gag. Thick drool oozed from the corners of her lips. John continued his forceful facefuck. Finally, her whole body began to heave as she went through the motions of vomiting.

It was more than John could take. He was ready.

"Oh! I'm gonna cum!" he warned her. "Swallow it, bitch. Swallow every drop!"

Cameron's gaze darted up to his face and she stared deeply into his eyes as he came. Volley after volley of precious semen launched from his rock-hard cock straight into her gut. John's body quaked with each ejaculation. He came and came and Cameron took every load. She never took her eyes off him as he filled her with his cum. Finally, he pulled back and collapsed on the bed.

Cameron just sat there. Thick threads of synthetic saliva continued to dribble from her mouth. 

"Was that acceptable?" she inquired.

"Yes... oh God yes," he said between breaths. He was still breathing heavy.

"I can stay here with you," she said. "In case you get aroused again during the night."

"That's fine," John replied. Her naked body slid into the bed next to his. She put her arm around him and pressed her bare breasts against his back. Her body was warm and soft to the touch, just like a real woman. It was impossible to tell that there was a nearly indestructible metal chassis under that soft, beautiful flesh. But John knew.

He felt sexually relieved, exhilarated even. But with his lust spent, his head soon cleared. What had he done? He just got blown by a fucking robot. Didn't he feel like  a big enough freak without going and doing something like this? What kind of a loser was he that he couldn't get himself a real girlfriend? His first blow job was with a robot.

The shame of what he had done swelled in his chest. He thought about the pretty girls he had known in school and how he never stayed long enough to get to know any of them. Was it too much to ask for the touch of another human being? For human company for a change? What kind of man would he be, the supposed savior of the human race, if he couldn't even make a connection with another human being? 

Tears began to roll down his cheeks. John quietly sobbed himself to sleep.

"Never again," he thought to himself. "No matter how desperate things get, I'm never doing this again."
