Cutecron Concept Story, Part 1.

     "Vox check," Emilia shouted across her left to the small device. It barked out with the scratchy voices of her small team, scattered within the catacombs.
     "Michels and Evans reporting. We're scouting out the left atrium."
     "Jorgen here, I'm keeping watch over the central hallway."
     "Kalaphia, Blessed of the Machine, I am keeping a careful vigil over the sarcophagus."
     "Good," Emilia thought to herself. "Nothing has burst into flames yet." The past seven endeavors the young Rogue Trader had found herself in had been destroyed by the most fickle of bitches, fate. Something out of control would always take hold of each operation just to bring it crashing down in flames. It had driven her to this ridiculous place, a Xenos tomb. The rate for Xenos Technology would be able to make her more than enough capital to restart her dynasty from the stagnation she had seen it land into. Such a lowly practice, to think she would have to force herself to this low. At the very least, nothing would go wrong this time.

     The right wing of the massive underground complex had suffered a cave in causing what was suspected to be a twisting tunnel system to an abrupt end. After doing some routine digging the team had located a huge ebony-colored sarcophagus. Alien runes adorned all over it, but the vague humanoid shape of a skeleton captivated their interests. Kalaphia decided to stay behind in order to examine it more properly. She was the only Tech-Priest willing to venture out with the Rogue Trader, every one else in the Machine Cult decrying that this was blasphemous to the Omnissiah.

     The closed minded fools! This would be her chance at ascension from a simple Adept to much more. Knowledge is knowledge, regardless of the source. If only people could see that. She hated her body being the way it was, a simple organic construct without the beauty of metal or silica. Fleshy at the sides and especially at the front; all of it useless extraneous matter. Enough! It was time to properly look at the mysteries of this oddity before her. The Rogue Trader's warnings meant little to her, it was time to bust open the chest and see the hidden wonders sprout forth.

     With a huff and proper application of puny meat-muscles, Kala was able to work off the covering to reveal a...statue? Why would anyone keep a statue within a coffin? The body was similar to that of a human's just like the carving on the outside of the construct. Metallic plates covered over the thing's body, from large blocky toes to a skeletal chest. Kala saw a striking resemblance in the face to that of imperfect fleshbag, which regrettably could be said for herself. A mesh-fibre weave seemed to flow down from the top of its head very much like hair. It was an extremely darkish hue of blue that seemed to be silky smooth to the touch.

     "I wonder if this metal has any special properties," Kalaphia mused aloud as she drew herself closer into the large ornate sarcophagus. Her most holy bionic eye zoomed into the face to see the different material from the rest of the body. An extremely curious type of plastic seemed to form the shape of the cheeks and-

     A arm reached out from the prone, supposedly lifeless body to pull in the Tech-Priest. The doors of the coffin closed shut immediately afterwards, locking them both in. For a moment Kala could only panic in absolute darkness, before a soft greenish light illuminated her surroundings. The 'statue' had opened its eyes, giving off what would be normally a pleasant glow. At the moment it held an uncertainty and terror behind it for Kala.

     "Th-the Machine God guides me in the darkness of ignorance," Kalaphia uttered as she attempted to move off of the Xenos machine. "From the lies of the Antipath, Omnissiah preser-" The Tech-Priest was silenced by an embrace of lips initiated by her captor. Cold unflinching hands moved down her crimson robes, working to her hips. It spoke to her in a foreign speech she could not understand. "Ah!" Kala cried out as those exploring fingers gave her excess flesh a squeeze, tightening around her bottom.

     More of that alien gibberish was spoken, but this time the walls of Kala's prison came to life with light. Runes akin to those carved on the stone outside glowed with the same shimmer as the machine's eyes. Odd shapes were produced from the walls, swarming closer to the interlocked pair. "You, you!" Kala started to struggle with all her might to escape the seemingly ironclad clasp of the sarcophagus's occupatant. "Heretical, abominable intelligence! Xenos Magi-tech!" Her curses produced a pout on the features of the creature, but this might be more from understanding the tone rather than the words.

     Objects shot out from ever direction against the wiggling Adept, testing the fabric of her clothing and trying to break their way into her mouth. Some thrashed at the air, others shook with a great ferocity against her susceptible fleshy erroneous zones. Words spat out of Kala in protest, "There is no truth in flesh, on-nn-." The machine she laid atop of took further control of the situation by patting her blushing face with tiny pecks all the while her fingers ripped apart the blessed robe she wore. This allowed the mechanical, phallic shapes to pierce deep inside. Plunging far as they could before pulling back and then pushing back in again with a growing pace.

     It wasn't long before the constant exertion, confined spacing, and furious thrusting caused Kala to sweat profusely into her remaining clothes that were left in tatters. Her hostess watched with clear enjoyment sometimes even pushing an exploring toy aside to dive into the poor girl's pussy, pressing the harsh coldness of the metal digits into her hot lips. "Are you ready to talk?" It spoke to her, with a chilling finger caressing her clit.

     Kala was delirious from the abuse of her body, the weak flesh being turned against her pure intellect. Her words were slurred as she replied with a hesitant, guilty, "Yes."
     The smile that had persisted throughout the ideal grew wider. "Good," It said, applying some more pressure to Kala's button. "You are going to tell me everything. Starting with you. It's alright, we have plenty of time!"

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     The silence could mean either everything was going to plan, or something terrible had happened. Emilia lifted up from her chair to round on the vox. "Could I get another roll call here? Everyone alright?"
     "Yeah, this is Michaels. I can see Evans right now, we're just fine. Man, is this place huge! We're leaving behind chalk lines like ya said ma'am."
     "Jorgen here. Nothing to report here."
     For a few blissful seconds, Emilia actually thought the Tech-Priest wouldn't have done something stupid. This allusion was promptly crushed as a whole minute of silence passed. "Alright, everyone be on their toes. I'm going to just hope that Kala just wandered off and is away. But be on your guard!"
     "Aw shit. Should we pull out?" Michaels asked with obvious worry in his voice.
     "Kiddies, whatever comes from Miss Kala's area will have to pass by me. And you'll hear it if I come in contact with anything. Sit tight, and wait it out. This kind of stuffs happens all the time."
     "Alright, we'll keep our lasguns close though, just incase."
     "Ain't nothin' gonna happen!"

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     "Did you hear that?" Michaels called out to his fellow Rating Evans. Evans was enjoying calm and serenity of the caverns, sighing with head held low as he turned around to face Michaels. "No, for the last damn time I didn't hear a fucking thing. Could you please, for one damn second, not jump at the slightest noise in this place!" Both men wore the amazing uniforms picked out by the Rogue Trader for her crew. The jackets were black with the exception of golden buttons and red cuffs. Now both men didn't have the best set of skills in the Imperium, but they could be trusted and relied upon as both possessed rather limited imaginations.

     "Oh come on man! You don't think its odd we haven't heard from the Techie yet? It's been two hours since roll call!"
     "Look, didn't you hear ole' Jorg? Anything that tries to get to us goes through him so zip it."

     A minute later the walls shook in what seemed like the earth being ripped apart. The duo scrambled to get out of the way of falling rock and debris. From the rubble was a passageway that held an endless darkness. "Yeah," Michaels sputtered out as he unslung his lasgun, "Yeah that isn't normal."
     "Keep your wits now, don't want to damage anything valuable."

     A distant rustling was returned with a lasbolt down the tunnel, pinging off of something metallic.
     "...You fucking moron!"
     "I'm sorry! I heard something!"
     "You always hear something! When the Trader figures-"

     A shape grew out of the formless emptiness, stepping ever closer into the light. Michaels kept his gun trained on it before the barrel was forcibly lowered by the cautious Evans.
     "You idiot, pay attention. It's Kala!"

     The mysterious figure was indeed wrapped in a red cloak quite similar to the Adept's own, but Michaels still noticed something odd with it. He squinted, watching as it was now barely five feet away. It seemed to be darkened a little, as if soaked in liquid. It was thrown at him in a flash, Evans giving out a high pitched yelp as he was tackled to the ground. A small burst of fire was let loose as Michaels kept tapping the trigger into the poor cloth before it wrapped around him. The wet fabric stunk of sex, soaked with the juices of a long night.

     An odd Xenos creature had brought Evans down in a flash, placing him flat on his back while it straddled him. He saw it appeared to be obviously intelligent, as its fluorescent eyes scanned him up and down. In exceptional Michaels fashion, he was still fighting the piece of clothing. "Hey! Hey stop shooting!"
     "Shit, did I hit you man?"
     "No, you might hit her! You have any idea how much she's gonna be worth?"

     Michaels finally threw off the wet red rag aside to get a proper look at their attacker. She was slender, appearing like a metal clad woman with the most beautiful black, wavy hair. Her eyes were lit up by this lime light that just spelled trouble. He still steadied his weapon with her head, keeping his finger on the trigger. "That's it. You're crazy, you have lost it. I'm not going to let this thing tear us both apart with its Xenos witch-CRAAAH!"

     A lasbolt was fired pointblank at the machine's head, only for it to leave nothing more than a single burn mark. It had tried to ease on over to Michaels, scooting itself off of Evans. Clearly not amused the metallic gal lifted its hand up to the barrel of the weapon to bend it straight up with not an ounce of effort. Michaels lifted it up to the front of his face, saying with a shallowness to his words, "This was my favorite gun, dammit."

     "Hey, get over it. Look, this is the find of the millennium man. The Trader is gonna flip when she sees a fully working Xenos-bot walkin' about, and it ain't even hostile!"
     "But it is also fucking indestructible!"
     "Even better if you think about it. Now let's-"

     Tired of their conversation the metal woman with a grip and pull took off both of their pants and underwear with a single swift move. Michaels and Evans were left stunned silent as she got down on her knees between them, frigid yet soft palms caressing their flaccid members. It didn't take long before a both men were flushed red, unable to resist the seductive touch offered by the aggressive Xenos.

     "Perhaps we should. Test it out. You know?" Michaels said as he felt it move up and down his rapidly growing cock. Pre was starting to drip between the stroking fingers entertaining either man.
     "Yeah, make sure. It's. Safe," It was growing harder by the second to think as it expertly worked either of the men. Soon their minds forgot about the Trader, or the dangers of the alien, or anything other than the pure adrenaline brought from the arousal of this moment. Michaels thrusted his hips, jamming his member closer to her face. Evans did the opposite, falling back onto the nearby wall for support.

     For his eagerness Michaels was rewarded. Soft, oddly textured lips gave his tip the briefest of kisses before engulfing half of it in rabid enthusiasm. What could be mistaken for a giggle escaped her stuffed mouth as he squirmed in obvious bliss from the way her spongey tongue licked around his head. It didn't take long before both men reached their limits, shooting off thick globs of white all over her face and body. Another chuckle followed as both men nearly failed in their attempts to stay standing.

     "Do you think that'll," Evans said gasping, "Devalue you it?"
     "I think, I think we're good man," Michaels replied.

     They were able to enjoy a brief respite as the mechanical lady licked off their sticky ejaculate. Her tongue moved with deliberately slow motions, savoring it as she wiped off each drop. Michaels tried to step away towards the vox to possibly get the word out to the others.
     "Hold on!" Evans called out to him, "She's doing something with her chest."

     To avoid the messy situation that could be caused by less than cooperative elements joining in the fun, the Xenos ripped apart the plating confining her torso to her figure. Bouncing, plentiful fake-flesh very akin to that of her face and tongue spilled out. An arm reached around to place directly on her rear, undoing the restrictive metal there next allowing the men to see a behind twice the size of what was there before pour out. A devilish smile formed on her face, as she walked up to Michaels, pulling Evans along.

     "I-I'm not sure we should-" He wasn't able to finish as she gave him a kiss, mixing the salty taste of his cum into it. Her butt waved back and forth drawing in Evans who was directly behind it. He smacked it around, testing the texture before looking around for a hole. To his surprise he found two! One was obviously fashioned in the likeness of a human slit while the other one above that simply looked adorable to him. A taunt, tiny little greyish hole that begged for his attention.

     At first it presented some resistance to his prodding, bringing a few grunts from the woman who seemed to be either taking exception to his little pokes or edging him on to push harder. Evans went with the latter, as he pulled back his hips after lining up with the 'asshole' for one powerful thrust in. A eep! came as a result of his success, shoving into the odd and highly pleasing embrace of her body. The walls that now held him had little bumps all over, and a fluid was being secreted that allowed him to slip and in out with relative ease now that he'd been able to lodge his cock in.

     Michaels joined him soon after as the Xenos mounted him too, Evans pounding away at her all the while. She took both men in her stride, never pausing for a second as she moved between both of them. A rasping gasp slipped past Michaels lips in between their maddened kissing as she hilted herself against his crotch, the weird feeling of her studded walls beginning to take hold around his dick. He kept trying to move over to the vox though it was far too late for that. She had them both lost in the depths of her insatiable lust.

     Neither man could compete with her frantic speed forever. Evans was the first to lose his cool, firing off a few shots deep into her back-access. Michaels tried to fight it off, the fatigue and rising pressure. His member pulsed once, twice, then it all came out in one big release. The two Ratings fell back against anything that could support them, both now left as piles of used muscle and sweat.

     But she wasn't finished. A hand took hold of Michaels balls, churning them up in her grip.
     "Hey. Hey stop, come. Come on," He begged, but she was already moving her body on top of the exhausted Evans.
     "It doesn't stop till I say so," The creature spoke for the first time, looking right at Michaels with those devious eyes.

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END OF PART ONE