Rating: XMC-10-284
Summary: Rommie puts Tyr through basic training.
Set after Lava & Rockets
Rommie marched into Tyr’s quarters, looking irritated and upset. He was sat on his bed, reading from a flexi. He didn’t pay her any attention as she strode all the way to the side of the bed, folded her arms, and cleared her throat. Tyr didn’t react at all.
“You were trying to get into the cargo hold again.”
Tyr looked up from his flexi at the android standing over him. He considered her for a moment, and then turned his attention back to his novel.
“What I was doing in front of Cargo Bay 4’s doors is not your concern. You would do well not to make assumptions. Now leave me in peace.”
“Cargo Bay 4 is off limits. Restricted access. Out of bounds. The doors are there for your own safety, Tyr. If you so much as reach in through those doors my internal defences will tear you apart, so stop trying to open them.”
Tyr put down the book and looked up at her again.
“Your empty threats are useless, stop wasting your time.”
Rommie’s tone changed, and her demeanour darkened.
“Don’t think that I have any compunctions about killing you, Tyr. In fact consider yourself expendable. You make no contribution to this crew that I can’t do without. Your only virtue is that you’re weak minded and easy to manipulate.”
“Really? Strange, it seems I’m useless and yet I’m living here, in the comfort and safety of the most powerful ship in the known worlds. Just who is manipulating whom, ship?” Rommie sneered at him, and Tyr only returned a smile before adding, “Engage privacy mode.”
Rommie reached down and grabbed him by the throat. Tyr was caught off guard, he grabbed Rommie’s wrist and tried to pull her hand away. She pulled him up onto his feet, and then lifted him into the air, still holding him by the neck.
“What are you doing? I said engage privacy mode!”
“You know,” Rommie mused, “For someone that is concerned only with his own survival, you don’t show me much reverence, Tyr.”
The direction of the room’s gravity changed without warning, and Tyr’s relief at the pressure being lifted from his windpipe was quickly stifled by pain as he crashed into the bulkhead. He looked up to see Rommie land gracefully on her feet next to him. She looked down at him and smiled playfully, before reverting the gravity back towards the floor and cartwheeling deftly onto it.
Tyr, however, hit the deck with a thud, and the force of the two impacts left him stunned. He coughed, trying to catch his breath, as Rommie stepped over to him. She kicked him over onto his back and admired her handiwork, pushing him back down with a boot in his chest as he tried to sit up. She held him there for a moment, enjoying the frustrated anger in the Nietzschean’s face as he tried to escape from the humiliating position. Tyr persevered for a few moments, unsure of what else he could do but try to push the android over. But despite his efforts he was unable to throw Rommie off. Eventually he gave up and lay back, growling but avoiding eye contact.
Rommie detected a change in Tyr at that moment, and she liked the feel of it. She leaned in close, and then took her foot off his chest and lifted him by his chain mail vest until his face was inches away from hers.
“It’s not smart to piss me off, Tyr Anasazi,” she hissed, studying his face. She recognised the fear in it, and the humiliation. Tyr just growled back at her defiantly, and she slammed him back against the floor a few times until she felt a rib crack. She lifted him up and studied him again. Tyr still showed anger, but she could see beneath that. His blood flow, his hormones, she could see it all, and he was afraid.
Rommie dropped him and stood up, then turned away. Tyr managed to pull himself up slightly, leaning on his elbows and watching her, somewhat confused. He wasn’t sure what to do, the android must have gone mad. He wasn’t sure if he should call out for help, or attack her. The gauss gun he had hidden under his mattress would be the best option, and he dragged himself towards the bed.
“Don’t bother.” Rommie’s voice was different; it was coming from her hologram manifestation, which had appeared just behind him as he reached beneath the mattress. Gravity changed again, this time increasing. The avatar spun around and kicked his arm away from the bed in one swift motion, nearly snapping his forearm. Her face had gone back to the darker look she had shown moments earlier.
Tyr looked up at her, both of her, as they stood watching him. The room’s gravity continued to rise, pushing him against the deck until he was having difficulty drawing in a breath. Eventually the hologram spoke.
“I’m detecting a large rise in pheromones,” she said. “I’m surprised, I didn’t think he’d enjoy this kind of thing.”
The avatar didn’t smile. “I don’t want him to enjoy it,” she said coldly. “I want to castrate him.”
Tyr’s heart skipped a beat, and then started to race again as the avatar stepped towards him.
“Andromeda…” he pleaded to the hologram as the avatar grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. Even against the soft surface, the force of Tyr’s increased weight winded him on impact. He looked at the hologram appealingly. Rommie just shrugged and flickered out, leaving him with a much darker Avatar. She climbed onto the bed next to him, grabbing his jaw and turning it to face her as she leaned in close, enjoying the amount of fear in his eyes.
“I want to watch your eyes when I do this,” she sneered, staring into them.
“Please…” Tyr gasped, even though he could tell by the Android’s face that she wasn’t open to pleading. He lifted his hand over his crotch, holding it defensively.
Rommie smiled a sarcastic smile. “Surprisingly enough,” she said cheerfully, “All you’re concerned with is finding healthy women to fuck, and staying alive to do it. You don’t live for your genes, Tyr. You live for your balls.”
Tyr was struggling with his breathing now, fighting against the weight of his own chest. Rommie pushed his hand away from his crotch effortlessly.
“Boxers or briefs?” she asked, before tearing open his leathers with a sharp tug. She looked surprised.
“You know Tyr, I always thought you didn’t put your underwear in the laundry because you wash them yourself. I guess commando must save you a lot of time.”
Tyr was ignoring Rommie’s musings, what little part of him that wasn’t concentrating on drawing the next breath was in terror at the thought of losing his ability to copulate. His hard on was pressed flat against his pelvis, unable to cope with the gravity. He gasped, losing his breath when Rommie put her hand on it, and started to choke. And somehow he managed to panic even more when her hand moved down to his balls. Rommie watched his face turn purple as he suffocated, and squeezed.
“You’re going to kill him,” the ship’s voice cautioned, and the avatar relented. Gravity lifted again, and Tyr’s lungs expanded to their full capacity, drawing in as much air as they could. Rommie didn’t like the comfort in his face. She squeezed harder, crushing his testicles like they were dough.
Tyr’s scream was blood curdling, and as soon as he could gather his wits he started pleading again.
“Andromeda, please. We must be able to come to an arrangement. You have my attention! What do you want?”
Rommie let go and sat up on the bed, making herself comfortable. Then she reached for Tyr’s balls again.
“These,” she said simply, and started to pull.
Tyr shot up to a sitting position, despite his fractured ribs, and grabbed Rommie’s hand, trying to stop her from pulling his jewels away.
“Not those!” he almost raised his voice, but managed to control himself quickly. Rommie raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, and started to pull again.
Tyr let go and placed his hand on Rommie’s shoulder, looking her in the eyes. “You were right, those are all that matter to me. I can’t afford to lose them.” Tyr shut his eyes; he couldn’t believe what was happening. He took another breath, looked her in the eyes again. “Spare me my fertility. You can have anything in exchange but please…” He looked away again. He wasn’t used to begging. “Don’t do this.”
Rommie stopped pulling. She was fascinated with the look in his face, she had never seen Tyr look or sound so sincere. Her hologram appeared behind him, winked at her, and disappeared.
“I liked you better when you were lying down,” Rommie replied. Tyr hesitated, unsure of what that was supposed to mean, and then lay back down cautiously. Rommie smiled, satisfied, and lay down on top of him. She put her elbows against his chest and propped herself up against him. Tyr reached for his balls with his good hand. He winced as pain surged back up through him when he touched them tentatively.
“Relax, but don’t play with yourself,” Rommie joked, and continued to stare at him, considering him.
Tyr looked confused, but kept still. After he started to feel a little more secure about his predicament, he felt brave enough to ask.
“What are you doing?” He asked, as she continued to look him over.
“We’re wondering,” her hologram replied, appearing at the side of the bed, “if it’s worth leaving you like you are or if we should still castrate you.” The avatar gave him a sweet smile and continued to stare at him.
“And what is your captain going to say about all of this?”
“Dylan wants two things,” the hologram answered. “He wants his fire control officer kept in line, and he wants his ship happy.”
“Like I said,” the avatar added, “It’s not smart to piss me off. He has to keep me happy.”
“And what does this have to do with my fertility?” Tyr asked.
“Well, on the one hand,” the hologram said, “I like my fire control officer to have a lot of bite.”
“And Stamina,” the avatar added, reaching down with one hand… “I like that too,” she said when he started purring.
“On the other,” the hologram continued, “I need you to behave yourself.”
The avatar changed hands; leaning hard against his chest with one elbow as the other hand started to squeeze him again. Tyr seized up, eyes shut and teeth clenched. “And you can still perform reasonably well without these.” After a few moments she let go and sat upright on his abdomen.
“So you see my dilemma,” she said.
“It’s not a difficult problem,” Tyr said softly, reaching up to her vest. He did so nervously, unsure of how the avatar would react. Rommie allowed him to tear it open, and dimmed the room’s lights.
“Prove it.” She said as he reached up to her breasts.
Tyr kept his eyes on the android’s face as he massaged her. She had shut her eyes, but she didn’t seem to be responding to his touch.
“You realise this is your only chance. If I’m not happy with it you can say goodbye to Kodiak pride.” The hologram disappeared after giving that warning.
“You’re tense,” Rommie said.
“I should expect so!” Tyr replied in protest. “I have a lot riding on your satisfaction.”
Rommie opened her eyes, brushing Tyr’s hands aside. Then she leaned in, hooked one forearm behind his neck and grabbed his chin with the other hand. She squeezed, forcing his mouth open.
“Try this,” she said, before reaching into his mouth with her tongue. Tyr responded, Rommie could feel his muscles loosen up as they locked lips. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer.
“Keep still,” Rommie said, her voice coming from the speakers as a swarm of Nanobots flooded in through a vent and started to cut their clothing into confetti. She started brushing herself against Tyr’s chest, the leftover bits of chain mail causing an interesting sensation when combined with the struggling Nanobots. Tyr ran his hands lustfully over Rommie’s perfect curvature.
He nearly jumped out of the bed when he felt some of her Nanobots climbing into him from behind. He sat up, pushing Rommie up with him and then stared at her, eyes wide with shock. She put a finger across his lips and pushed him back down slowly. Then she lowered herself onto him.
“Those are for your prostate,” she explained, her voice still coming in through the room’s speakers. “Ejaculation control.”
“You’re fond of control, aren’t you?”
“Shut up and pump,” Rommie ordered.
Tyr didn’t hesitate. He rolled her under and set to work, stroking her breast as he did so. Again Rommie didn’t seem to respond to either ‘gesture’. Instead she lay back, stretched, tucked her hands behind her head and shut her eyes.
“You’re dong fine, keep it up.” She said, sensing his muscles tensing up again.
“You’re not reciprocating very well,” Tyr said as he continued to pump.
“I’m not the one with anything to prove.” Rommie replied indifferently. “Faster now.”
Tyr lowered himself closer, wrapping his arms behind her back and gripping her shoulders as he started to work harder and faster. He tried to kiss her again, but she didn’t respond. He put his lips to her neck instead. Rommie smiled. She liked it.
Tyr’s rhythm was disrupted for a moment as he felt something move inside of him again. It was the Nanobots. He gasped as they sent waves of pleasure through him, making all the other sensations feel numb in comparison.
“Don’t stop,” Rommie said, and the pleasure started to die down. Tyr resumed his rhythm, putting his lips to her neck and working passionately. Rommie smiled even more, and fidgeted a bit, making herself comfortable.
It went on for what was an eternity for Tyr; Rommie didn’t react at all in a physical sense but the harder he worked the more pleasure she gave him.
“OK, that’s enough, stop.” Rommie said as she opened her eyes, breaking the relative quiet.
“What?” Tyr was too overcome with the sensations she was flooding him with to hear her. They ceased, bringing Tyr back from nirvana to reality with a bump. The doors opened and a Repair Bot walked in carrying a new set of clothes and boots.
“Stop. I’m done.” And with that, she pushed him off and got up. Tyr didn’t know what to make of it.
“It was just a test drive, Tyr,” she said when she saw the look on his face. “Don’t worry, you did well. I’m happy.” Rommie added as she put on the clothes the Repair Bot was carrying. A Perseid harpsichord quietly started to play a soft melody over the speakers. “I like Perseid Renaissance after sex, what about you?” She asked with a smile as pulled her vest on.
“What about me? I’m not finished!” Tyr whined, trying not to sound ungrateful.
“You can finish off by yourself when your shift is done.” Rommie sat down next to him and put her legs up on his lap. “Put the boots on.”
Tyr lifted Rommie’s leg and slipped the boot on. “I can’t think of a crueller thing to do to a man, especially a Nietzschean. I’m still loaded,” he said. He stroked her other leg, admiring her figure. He slipped the other boot over it.
“Tyr, are you going to be difficult?” Rommie asked in a cautioning tone. Tyr looked at her and smiled.
“Maybe if you let me finish next time?” He put an arm over her legs, unwilling to let them go.
Rommie sighed, pushed his arm away and stood up. “Put
your clothes on and report to command.” She ordered as she left the room.
“Tyr.” Dylan said as the Nietzschean arrived at command. ‘You’re late. Again.”
“I lost track of time.” Tyr replied grudgingly. He ignored Beka as he walked past her and took his post.
Dylan sighed. He wondered what it was he could do to make Tyr Anasazi behave like a proper soldier. He stepped down from his station and made his way to the exit. Rommie appeared on Tyr’s screen; with the same cold look she had shown him earlier. Tyr went weak in the knees.
“Captain!” he called after Dylan before he left. Dylan stopped at the entry, and turned around.
“Mr. Anasazi?”
“I apologise. I will make an effort to be more… punctual… in future.”
Dylan frowned, surprised and somewhat confused; he didn’t know what to make of that comment. He nodded.
“Thank you, Tyr.” He said, before leaving.
Beka just stared, speechless.
Tyr turned back to the screen on his console. The AI appeared more… satisfied.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourself.” Tyr muttered. Rommie just smiled.
Tyr seized up, and a familiar sensation consumed him again.
“Tyr? Something wrong?” Beka asked.
“Nothing.” He replied, trying to compose himself. The sensation increased, and he gasped and fell onto the floor.
“Andromeda! Medical emergency!” Beka yelled as she went over to the fallen Nietzschean, supporting his head. Beka looked up, missing a response from the ship’s AI.
“Don’t mind him, Beka. He’s just horny.” Rommie replied. Tyr bucked, moaned and shuddered reflexively as Rommie’s Nanobots went about their business. Beka had to back away, as Tyr was starting to buck violently. Then he seized up as the pleasure consumed every nerve in his body for a few moments before Rommie finally let him release. Tyr lay there, panting, with a satisfied smile on his face. He was totally oblivious to everything around him.
“Rommie, what did you do?” Beka asked as she stared at the comatose Nietzschean, somewhat concerned, but far more curious.
“We had a chat, I broke him. He’s pretty much mine now.” Beka looked at the smug AI on the main viewer in disbelief. Rommie shrugged back.
“Oh don’t worry, I like to share.” Avatar Rommie added reassuringly, arriving on the command deck. “You can use him whenever you feel like it. Just tell him I said so. But he’s a little tired now, let him sleep.”
Rommie stepped over Tyr and took his station. Beka took another look at the Nietzschean as he slept peacefully.
“I think I’ll take you up on that offer, Rom.” She said
with a smile and went back to her duties.