Codes: FF, oral, cons

Terminator - The Sarah Connor Chronicles: Metal Heart
by MJKA ([email protected])

In front of an abandoned warehouse, somewhere on the outskirts of Los
Angeles, a fire blazed in an old oil drum. Standing beside it, a large
caliber weapon resting on her shoulder, a young woman barely a day over
eighteen stood guard.

Sarah Connor looked away from the slender figure and back at her son. She
lingered, hating to leave him alone, and pulled a blanket over his sleeping
form. She smiled sadly, kissed him on the forehead, and walked away. Her body
needed rest. Her limbs were heavy, her steps unsure, her head foggy. But she
couldn't stop yet. More than sleep, she needed answers; and there was only
one person who could provide them.

They had come for him years before - Terminators, machines that looked and
acted like flesh and blood men - the last gasp of a defeated computer network
known as Skynet. Twice they tried to kill her son, before he could became the
savior of the human race; twice, with the help of protectors sent from the
future, they were defeated.

It should have ended there, Skynet should have lost. Yet six years later,
today, her beloved son had once more become a target. He would have been dead
- they both would have been dead - if not for the timely intervention of one
more protector sent back to give them a fighting chance. A protector unlike
any other.

Her name was Cameron. She was tall and slim, with a pretty face and big baby
doll eyes that played on Sarah's heartstrings exactly as her designer had
intended them to. She was a machine too, a Terminator, created to kill and
nothing more. That she was about as threatening as a mouse was beside the
point; whoever created her had probably had his or her reasons.

Sarah approached quietly. She got within a few feet before the young woman
turned to look at her.

"Sarah Connor. Is something wrong?" She blinked, looking nothing more than a
harmless teenager. "You should be asleep. Humans require sleep."

"I thought we might talk," Sarah said. She came to the woman's side and
hugged herself tight. It was a chilly night, and her waitress uniform,
especially the short skirt worn over cheap pantyhose, did nothing to keep it
out. "Now that I've calmed down a little." She smiled. John was always on her
to watch her temper.

Cameron said nothing. She turned back to watch the empty landscape. What she
was waiting for Sarah couldn't figure out. They were in the middle of
nowhere; even she, with her fallible human sight, would see somebody coming
from miles off.

She waited quietly, watching Cameron. "So, John tells me you can eat. Is that
true? I don't know how much you know about us, but the last machine we
encountered was definitely not that good."

"I am more advanced," Cameron said. "Model TOK715."

Sarah frowned. "And that means what exactly?"

Cameron looked at her, eyelids fluttering. It reminded Sarah of the light on
a computer's hard drive; almost as if the woman were searching through her
CPU for an answer a simple human like Sarah could understand.

"I am more human," she said finally.

Sarah bobbed her head. It wasn't a really descriptive answer, but she got the
point. "What else can you do? Can you sleep?"

Cameron hesitated. "Not as you understand it, but I can go into stand-by

Sarah glanced back at John. "So if you can eat, then that means-" She
laughed. What a silly conversation to be having with someone, even a machine.
"That means you can, um, relieve yourself?" Cameron stared. "Piss, I mean.
Can you piss?"

"I can. I can also-"

Sarah held up a hand before she could finish. She took a deep breath, her
mind reeling. She had thought the last Terminators were advanced, but this
one was so far beyond them that it was a little scary. "Jesus," she breathed.

She took a step closer to Cameron, not wanting John to hear this part, in
case he was pretending to be asleep again. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but are
you.working down there?" Her eyes flicked down to Cameron's crotch. "Or is it
just for show?"

"Fully functional," Cameron said. "I can engage in sexual intercourse if
necessary, though any pleasure on my part will come from sensations
stimulated by my CPU." She stared ahead, blinking once every few seconds.

Sarah laughed nervously. "Well, that's very interesting." She cleared her
throat. "So would you actually-? I mean, do you just--? No, forget it. I
don't want to know."

Sarah shook her head, trying to digest everything she'd just learned.

"So I guess they don't have vibrators where you come from," she said, trying
to break the tension with a little humor. "You know, because they have
Terminators that look like you-"

"Do you wish to have intercourse with me, Sarah Connor?"

"Wow." Sarah looked down at her shoes, then back up at Cameron. "Why-why
would you even ask me something like that?"

Cameron raised her shoulders in what was obviously supposed to be a shrug.
"You are not sleeping. You are rambling. Your heart rate is increasing even
as I speak." She paused, her eyes going to Sarah's legs, studying them in a
most human manner. "You are aroused."

She moved closer to Sarah, until their bodies touched and their mouths were a
fraction away from each other. "To answer your question: vibrators are still
used, but only by those without access to machines."

Sarah's cheeks burned; her heart pounded; her panties dampened. Not since her
stint in a mental institution had she touched another woman, and then only
out of necessity. But this woman, this machine--she brought out feelings
Sarah hadn't even known existed.

She swallowed down a nervous lump. "That's very interesting," she whispered.

Cameron closed her eyes and parted her lips. Sarah made a fist to still her
trembling hand, then glanced back to see John slumbering peacefully.

Why not?

She leaned in and kissed Cameron's pouty lips. She held it, remaining locked
with the younger woman until she understood to kiss back, then stepped away.

Cameron's face was a blank. She licked her lips, took Sarah by the waist,
then pushed her back, against a rusted-out hulk that used to be an SUV. She
crouched down and pressed her face into Sarah's crotch, kissing through the
miniskirt while she ran her hands up and down sculpted legs.

Sarah moaned sharply. Her eyes went wide; she quickly slapped a hand over her
mouth. She could only imagine what John would think if he saw this.

Cameron's hand disappeared up Sarah's skirt and quickly found her soaked
pussy. She rubbed the swollen vulva for several seconds, juicing it like a
piece of fruit, then moved away to take hold of Sarah's panties. She gave a
sharp tug, and tore away everything underneath the skirt, leaving just a few
shreds of pantyhose around Sarah's ankles.

Sarah lifted her skirt. Cameron buried her face into her crotch, lips pressed
to her pussy, nose disappearing into thick dark curls. Her tongue flicked up
and down over Sarah's labia, catching her clit every few licks. She dug her
nails into Sarah's thighs and pulled her tighter against her young face.
Sarah, her eyes watering, could only moan into her hand as she humped her
hips over and over.

Cameron sucked on her pussy, flicking the labia with her tongue when she
wasn't grazing the clit with her teeth. Sarah gasped and grunted, making
strange inhuman noises. She rolled her pelvis, grinding roughly against
Cameron's face, and moaned over and over.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," she said in a muffled whisper. Her head swooned.
She felt so incredibly hot.

Then it happened. She had an orgasm.

She gritted her teeth, smacked her thigh, trying desperately not to scream
and wake her son even as she unleashed a torrent of cream all over Cameron's
lips and tongue. The woman didn't bat an eye. She lapped at Sarah's pussy,
not missing one drop of sweet sexual release.

A genuine-to-god grin spread across Sarah's face. She leaned back and
relaxed. Her chest heaved, her toes curled, yet Cameron continued to lick her
quivering sex. Remarkably, the woman seemed to be taking great pleasure in
her task, murmuring and moaning as she cleaned Sarah's pussy. Had it not been
for her great strength, Sarah would never have guessed she was anything more
than a horny teenager.

Cameron stood up and placed her hands on either side of Sarah's body. She
leaned forward, close enough for Sarah to smell her distinctive scent on her
breath, and smiled proudly.

Sarah pulled her into a tight clench and kissed her deeply, passionately
cleaning Cameron's lips even as she marveled at her obvious skill. It was
wrong, her good sense screamed at her, all wrong. She was a machine, an
object. But Sarah's body, her pussy, her breasts, her fingers, her mouth,
wanted the woman like it had wanted nothing before.

Cameron pulled away from her, a puzzled look on her pretty face. "Is
something wrong?" she asked. "Did I not do it correctly?"

Sarah shrugged, thankful for the distraction from her inner turmoil. "Yeah,
you did it right." She sighed theatrically. "But I expected better."

Cameron stood as still as a statue. She blinked, her lips slightly parted,
her big brown eyes studying Sarah's face.

Then she moved so fast that Sarah could only gasp, wrapping an arm around her
waist and effortlessly lifting her into the air.

She hauled her over to a dirty work table and dropped her. She spun her
around to face it, then roughly bent her over. Sarah pushed up and tried to
look back, but got just a glimpse of Cameron's determined face before she was
shoved back down.

Cameron lifted Sarah's skirt and gave her a hard slap on the ass. Sarah
grunted, but held her tongue, though she could practically feel the handprint
forming on her creamy cheeks. "You may bite down on this," Cameron said,
presenting her hand. "Do not worry. You are not strong enough to injure me."

Sarah took the delicate hand between her teeth. Drops of sweat trickled down
her back; her stomach churned. She was tough where it counted, but she'd
never been one for rough sex.

Cameron slid two incredibly long fingers into Sarah's pussy, probing and
stretching with incredible gentleness. She gave Sarah a moment to get used to
the new feelings, then began to finger her, sliding her fingertips across the
sensitive velvet walls. A few pumps into it she increased her speed.

Sarah bit down on the woman's hand and murmured softly, her pussy burning
with pleasure. Cameron's fingers increased in tempo every few seconds,
already faster than any human could move. Then, for no discernable reason,
she crooked one.

Just like that, Sarah reached her second orgasm of the night.

Cameron increased her speed once again, adding a third finger without even
giving Sarah time enough to consider what was happening to her. Sarah bucked,
she grunted, she screamed into Cameron's hand. She gushed continuously, her
girl-cum trickling down Cameron's pistoning arm.

The next orgasm hit her harder, quicker - after the second they usually did.
This time Cameron laughed, at what Sarah didn't know. She slipped a fourth
finger into her body, racking Sarah with yet another orgasm.

Sarah was in heaven, in hell. Sex was great, but like all things, too much of

Pleasure and cum poured out of her, so intensely it hurt. Her pussy had
submitted long ago, the fight gone out of her body, but the girly Terminator
was relentless, determined to pound her into submission. A message perhaps.
Sarah gave the orders, but her body belonged to Cameron.

Another explosion of pleasure blasted away all rational thought. Sarah could
do nothing but bite down and ride it out. Cameron was pistoning so fast that
the strained mechanisms in her arm were audible even over Sarah's muffled
screams and squishy pussy.

Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down Sarah's face. There was only so much
her pussy could take, and Cameron's ruthless pumping had forced her past that
limit long ago.

A small dull pinprick appeared somewhere in her vagina, even as another
orgasm was forced out of her. It grew worse, slowly expanding into the size
of a fist. Sarah screamed into the soft hand, louder and louder. John
stirred; she could see him turn over. Oh, god.

The dull ache had grown as much as it was going to. It turned into a tear.
Sarah's pussy began to give-

Cameron stopped in mid-thrust. "I'm finished," she said unemotionally. She
withdrew her soaked fingers, gently pulled Sarah's skirt back down, then gave
her a pat on the ass. "For now."

She pulled Sarah off the table and turned her around. "I scared you," she
said, smiling proudly. Human emotions were apparently funny to Terminators.
She brought her gooey fingers to her lips and licked away Sarah's cum.

Sarah shook her head. Her eyes burned with sweat, her lips were dry and
chapped, and her legs were rubbery and weak. She didn't know what to do or
say. "Thank you," she rasped, surprised to find she meant it. It had been a
long time since she'd been so vigorously used.

Cameron's smile grew wider. She gave Sarah a peck on the cheek. "You're
welcome," she chirped.

Sarah hobbled away, a hand pressed firmly against her ravaged sex, and
eventually made it back to John. She bedded down beside him, remaining on top
of her blanket so the cool night air might blow away the smell of sex before
he woke up in the morning. The last thing he needed on his mind was an easy
teenage girl who lived only to serve him.

"Goodnight, baby." She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. She was
asleep in moments.

Cameron went back to her post with a smile. Her hair was mussed, her clothes
reeked of Sarah Connor, yet she felt better than she had ever felt in her
short lifetime: one of her creator's orders had just been carried out. She
looked forward to carrying it out again, as vigorously and as often as


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