Terminator, rape machine

This is my first attempt at writing anything remotely science fiction/fan fiction related so I hope it works. For those who are unfamiliar, some of it is based on the Terminator movies. The story is set before Kyle Rees is sent back to protect Sarah Conner, the mother of John Connor, the savior of mankind some 20+ years later http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Terminator

The story is a work of fiction inspired by the films. No one was hurt during the writing of this story. All characters are fictional and any mention of characters is purely for fantasy purposes. Rape is a terrible crime and the author does not condone real rape.

Terminator, rape machine

(Rape, M/F, sci-fi)

The 19 year old waitress served her last customer of the day. She was wearing a checkered red and white short sleeved blouse and a short white skirt that came down to mid thigh. Her small feet were adorned with matching checkered shoes and white ankle socks. Sarah waited for the customer to clean his plate free of the apple pie and wash it down with coffee. She cleaning around the small coffee shop, waiting to close up and go home.

Once the customer was done he left and Sarah tidied up the place. She put the used dishes in the dishwasher, sanitized the table surfaces, mopped the floor, and then closed up. She locked the place and started to walk towards home, a fifteen minute walk. It was past 7 and while the street lamps gave ample light, the town looked eerily deserted. She felt a little spooked because she could hear dogs barking in the distance. Something felt wrong. She wished she’d bought herself a car with the money she was getting from waitressing but she wanted to spend that on college. Sarah decided to walk home really fast and started to do so. She turned the corner to her street, walking briskly until something went wrong and she felt herself falling to the pavement in a heap.

Sarah woke up in what looked like a hospital. She had a slight headache and her limbs felt like lead. She wondered if she has had some sort of stroke and lost her ability move. She tried to speak and heard herself moan feebly. At least she can make noise. She blinked her eyes, willing herself to see properly because her vision was blurred. There were strange noises around her, creaking, moaning, grunting. It was echoing all around her and she could not make sense of it. She closed her eyes for a long time and reopened them. Her mind could not grasp what was happening. She lifted her head off the pillow and saw rows of beds lined up against the walls of the facility. The lights bulbs were old fashioned, not the florescent ones they had in hospitals these days. The walls themselves looked old, as if the structure was built centuries ago. In fact, the underground facility was old. It was a bomb shelter built way before her time. Now it held metal hospital beds with whimpering women strapped down to them.

Sarah gasped softly as she took in the sight to her right. A few feet away from her a bed was creaking rhythmically. The muffled sounds of a woman in distress made Sarah turn her head too see what was happening. On the bed was indeed a woman. Sarah couldn’t see much of her but she did see that she was young like Sarah, a brunette too. Her eyes were wide open and filled with terror. Sarah couldn’t see her lower face because there was a hand covering it. She stared in horror as she watched a large burly man moving on top of the young woman. He was raping her with fast rough strokes. She blinked and then stared, unable to believe her eyes, unwilling to believe what she was seeing. She was witnessing a rape. The young woman was weeping but she wasn’t struggling. Her legs were limp, forced wide open and held either side of her rapist as he pumped between them. Sarah gasped as the woman turned her head and stared at her. They could have been identical twins except for the look in her eyes. There was a pained hallow look to them, as if she had given up or something in her had broken. She was staring right at Sarah but not really seeing her there. For a moment Sarah saw herself being raped, her mirror image taking the brunt of a rapist’s lust. She shivered as the woman turned her head away, breaking what little eye contact there was and severing the hypnotic stare.

Sarah’s breath increased with the sounds the rapist was making. She watched horrified as he grunted and thrust faster and faster. His hips were pumping wildly and the woman’s moans of terror were getting louder and louder. Sarah tried to turn her head away. She wanted to stop watching the rape but she couldn’t. A single tear escaped her eye as she watched the rapist arch his back, his hips pressing into his victim and his body shuddering violently. His grunts of pleasure were only matched by the whimpers of utter distress and defilement.

Sarah was no virgin. She knew that the man had just raped the woman and dumped a load of cum inside of her.

Sarah quickly turned her head away, staring at the ceiling and pretending she hadn’t seen that. She tried to ignore the cries coming from others, afraid of what she might see. It seemed each woman restrained on each of the beds had her own rapist. Sarah thought she was in hell. Maybe she had been sold to white slavery and she was destined to be some sort of a prostitute forced upon by strangers. She tried to move but she knew she was restrained to her bed just like the other women were restrained to theirs. She didn’t know what was going on but she wanted to scream. She was in a strange place that she did not recognize and young women just like her were being raped all around her. This was madness.

Sarah gasped as she felt her bed move. She couldn’t help but look down and see a large well-muscled man staring at her. She started to shake her head as he stared at her, his eyes glowing eerily. She blinked her eyes, thinking that she was seeing things but she saw once more that his eyes were glowing red. She realized things were stranger than she thought. She also thought that she must have hit her head pretty hard because this man seemed more like a machine than anything else. Yet he was so lifelike.

Sarah cringed as he came to her, facing her and looking down at her face intently. Unknown to her, the cybernetic organism was analyzing Sarah’s facial features. It matched her face to one it had in its databank. On the heads up display of the machine, a red message blinked.

Target: Sarah Conner

The metal man leant closer and licked Sarah’s face to her disgust and horror. It stood up straight, analyzing the sweat it had licked off of her.

Target: Confirmed

Little did Sarah know that the machines have found their most sought after target. Without her, the humans would not have the leader they need to overcome the machines. Without her, Skynet could destroy all human life and win the war. They could easily kill her but they had other more devastating plans for the 19 year old. She would become the mother of the end of the human species.

“Sarah Conner?” the machine asked. For some reason Sarah knew that it was already aware of who she was. She shook her head, trying to deny it nevertheless.

“You are Sarah Conner,” the machine told her as a matter of fact. “You will no longer carry the leader of the resistance.”

Sarah had no idea what it was talking about. How could she? There had been no significant advances in robotics at the time, let alone the idea of cybernetic organisms. Yet she didn’t like the sound of what the thing was telling her. “What? What’s going on? What leader of resistance? Who are you? What do you want from me?” she blabbered, finally breaking the silence.

“You are Sarah Conner. We have been looking for you and now we have found you.

John Conner, your son, would have been the leader of the human resistance in the future.

I am a THXXX, a cybernetic hybrid organism.

The termination of the human species is eminent and you will assist,” the machine answered truthfully. There was no reason for it to lie to her and it was not programmed for covert operations. It was programmed only for one thing.

Sarah was gawking at the machine as if it had grown an extra head. She wanted to laugh because what it said was impossible. It sounded crazy. Looking for her? She was nobody, just a waitress trying to get by. Why would anyone look for her? And who is this “we” it spoke of? A son? She didn’t have a son. What the hell is a cybernetic hybrid organism? What did it all mean? Sarah was bewildered.

“I don’t understand. What are you doing? Why am I here? Who are they?” she asked, looking at the women chained to each bed. “Please, I have to get home. I have to get to bed. And then get to work in the morning,” she continued naively though she was frightened. She didn’t need the machine to tell her what was happening to the women. They were being raped. Would she be raped too?

The machine only gazed at her, computing an appropriate response. It took it’s time to reply to her questions as Skynet decided whether or not its plan for Sarah should be revealed so soon.

“You will understand soon.

We are doing it to ensure Termination of humans. We will win the war.

This is a termination facility. The captives will breed the next generation of cybernetic hybrids. Part human – part machine.

You will not go home again Sarah Conner. You will be implanted with your first hybrid organism now.

You will be the mother of a new species,” replied the machine without a hint of emotion.

Sarah was dumbfounded at first. If it wasn’t for the rape she had witnessed, she would have thought all of this was some kind of practical joke. But, the rape was real. The women suffering here are real. She started to shake her head, twisting her limbs to escape her restraints. She felt incredibly claustrophobic. She wanted to keep it talking until she found a way out but she couldn’t pull free of the restraints holding her to the bed.

“It is time for your first implantation,” The machine told her as it moved to the edge of the bed. It climbed the bed, pushing its knees between Sarah’s legs and forcing them apart.

“Wait! No! You can’t do this. It’s rape! You can’t rape me!” Sarah cried, fighting to close her legs. She was shocked as it effortlessly prevented her movements, refusing to let her close her legs.

“It is your destiny Sarah Conner. Continuous rape and implantation,” it told her as it ripped its clothing to reveal private parts that matched the males of the human species. The body was in fact quite human but the human no longer controlled it. Skynet was in control of the body, commanding it to do its bidding. The thing about to rape her looked like a man but inside it was all hard metal, unyielding and unmerciful.

The first experiments had been conducted on men to alter their genetic makeup so as to include cybernetic controls into their DNA. The male sperm has been modified to pass on these traits so Skynet can fully control the children of these man-machines. It was a deliberate plan to rid the world of human beings, slowly replacing humans with these half breeds that could be controlled by Skynet.

“No please! You can’t! This is not right! This can’t be happening! Please!” Sarah arched her body, attempting to get off the bed or at least buck her soon to be rapist off of her. Nothing worked. His weight was too much for her. She was too small to fight him. He had stopped communicating with her now that he had a mission. Each woman there was designated a partner who would rape and impregnate them and it was his mission to ensure Sarah never had John Conner growing inside of her. If a cybernetic hybrid was inside her, there will be no John Conner and the future belongs to the machines.

The machine moved up between her thighs, its cock lining up with her slit. She was dry and her body refused entry to the intruder. The machine placed the head of its cock at the top of her sex and Sarah felt a slimy wetness spreading down her pussy. The cybernetic organism has released lubricant, much like the natural juices formed during arousal.

“What are you doing? Stop! Take that thing away! NO!” Sarah screamed as the machine slowly inserted its appendage all the way into a wildly thrashing Sarah Conner.

“OHHH Noooo! No no no” Sarah moaned, shaking her head from side to side. She was being raped. Not only was she being raped by some machine but it was going to impregnate her with a cybernetic organism, whatever that was. Sarah didn’t want to believe it but she felt full down there, the large cock spreading her and filling her all the way up to her cervix. It hurt a little, as her body tried to adjust, unable to evict its cock by flexing her muscles.

She was crying as the thing started to fuck her, building from a slow steady rhythm to a faster pounding. She couldn’t escape it as it reamed her insides, ramming and surging like a live snake trying to get inside of her womb. It was fucking her so hard that her eyes turned in her head. She was just underneath the machine, being bounced and slammed into, taking it hard. The bed started to creak, just like when her neighbor had been raped. Sarah was shocked when she felt her own juices starting to flow. Her body was restrained and pinned onto the bed and was being raped by an unfeeling monster but her body was aroused.

“Please--- no more---stop--- Stop!” she screamed as the machine sped up. It didn’t acknowledge her, continuing to rape her harder and harder. The machine didn’t care about how she felt. It only cared about the mission and that mission was to successfully impregnate Sarah Conner.

Sarah kept on screaming for it to stop as she felt her body responding more and more. The machine must have identified the changes in her body; the hardened nipples, the production of her own juices, her elevated heart rate. It knew that her body was getting ready to accept the result of this forced mating. It sped up, fucking her even harder, the entire bed now thumping on the ground. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was welded to the ground, it would surely have moved at the pace of the rape.

Sarah was gasping and panting, her legs flailing useless as the machine took her. She wanted it to stop. She didn’t want to feel the pleasure that was building inside of her. She felt intense shame for feeling good when this was nothing but rape. But nothing she said mattered as the machine started to simulate human orgasm. It started to grunt and moan, much like a human male would when reaching that pinnacle. That seemed to arouse her body even more, her primal instincts taking over. Unknown to her, it was all an act. Or more to the point, the Terminator programmed to simulate male sexual behavior. It is a design feature that would help it blend in when it is taking free human females. No one would suspect the rapist was a machine other than by the force with which it fucked or raped.

“NO! PLEASE!” Sarah gasped as the machine lifted both of her legs, forcing them up and angling her hips. She was all rolled up and Sarah had an idea why it was doing this. It had something to do with the implantation. It was trying to impregnate her by making sure it’s seed, when it unleashed it, would flow directly into her unprotected womb. Sarah tried to fight it but the machine kept on fucking her. None of her pathetic attempts mattered.

The machine was now grunting as it rammed deep into her, the power of its thrusts forcing Sarah’s breath out of her lungs. It had her almost bent in half, her clit being stimulated in a way that made her pussy clamp down on the rapist’s cock. The machine took notice of that but kept on lunging in and out of her well lubricated passage. Then all of a sudden, it forced her to curl up even tighter, holding her legs and planting its cock all the way inside of her.

“OH NOOO!” Sarah screamed, her eyes as wide with terror. She felt the thing inside of her expanding impossibly. It pushed against her inner walls, pressing right up against her cervix. Then it started to almost vibrate and throb inside her. A warm feeling started to spread in her lower abdomen. She could imagine the fluids being hosed into her depths; she could feel it filling her. Sarah tried to stop herself but the sensation from the machine emptying itself into her forced her own climax. Her pussy gripped and tried to milk the invading cock, not that it needed any help.

Sarah let out a high pitched scream as her entire womb seemed to ripple from the outside of her sex to all the way inside. She felt her pussy vibrating violently, sucking in all the seed that was being pumped into her. The machine kept its cock inside, still twitching, still pumping seed until well after Sarah’s orgasm abated.

Sarah was panting, her overheated body in need of cooling, her back feeling the strain of the position she was forced to remain in. With the angle of her hips, none of the seed would escape and the machine did not make a move to release her. It stayed there as Sarah’s body slowly calmed down after the orgasm. She started to sob then, feeling the fluids inside of her yet unable to understand why fate has done this to her.

Just as she thought it was going to pull out and leave her alone, it started to fuck her all over again. After all, the machine had a mission and it would not stop until the mission was completed.

The End.