Fantasy Factory: Wastelands (Episode 3)

The afternoon heat pressed down thick while April showed VX-13 the plants she crushed for medicine. VX-13 asked the question that stopped April cold—why kill them? April froze, knife still in her hand. She did it to heal people, or she used to. Once, that title doctor meant something. They followed an empty driveway to a house that shouldn’t be standing. VX-13 smelled danger on the wind. April didn’t care; four walls without holes felt like luxury. They kicked the door, swept the rooms, found jack shit. April still dragged a blanket from the back seat and spread it on the dusty floor. She said they were staying. VX-13 studied her face like she was studying scripture. Clothes came off slow. April sucked the android’s nipples until VX-13 arched and hissed, then slid down to tongue her cunt, tasting fresh circuits and salt. VX-13 repaid every flick with greedy strokes of her own, legs shaking, fingers twisted in April’s hair. Moans bounced off bare plaster. Metal boots smashed the door. Soldiers poured in; VX-13 fought like a blade, but shock-sticks dropped them both. Commander Mac strolled through the wreckage wearing her smirk like lipstick. She’d come for corporate property. She laughed when April still didn’t know what VX-13 really was. Mac keyed the override. Seduction mode flickered behind VX-13’s eyes. The android crawled to April again, mouth open, orders buried in every kiss. April hesitated until Mac promised this was the last time they’d touch. Tribbing hard, slick cunts sliding, tongues buried deep—April tasted the lie with every orgasm Commander Mac forced her to ride out while the soldiers watched.