It was probably his least favorite sexual position, but he could see why she thought he liked it. She knelt over him, her full white ass facing him, with her red painted toes curled over the sides of his chest. She knew the exact combination of moves and twists necessary to induce his orgasm. He would groan, close his eyes, and when he opened them she would be gone. It was always like that on the nights she came for sex, as if it were part of the duties assigned by her job description, which of course it was. Still he longed for those other nights when they shared something more intimate. The nights that had come whose frequency began to drop when the new crewmembers joined the ship and now had almost ceased to exist, unless he commanded an appearance.

He reached out and ran his hands down her ass. It was so soft, smooth and perfect. He cupped the bottom of her cheeks and searched for the hole with his thumb. It would hurt, he knew, to penetrate her that way, unlubricated, but he knew she could take it. She thrust her weight down on his penis again. He knew in that position it would be easy for her to grab and crush his balls, so he was taking a chance with this move. She shuddered slightly from the pain, but continued to give him pleasure.

"If you prefer, you can change to that orifice."

"Orifice, where in the fuck did you come up with that word. I guess it is better than calling it your rosebud." As soon as he said it, he realized he should have kept his comments to himself.

"I've always known you liked it like that with others. But the fact that you requested a female persona, led me to believe. . .

"Frankly, we've been together long enough for you to realize I have very few preferences when it comes to sex, I just like to know that my partner is there, and if at all possible enjoying it."

She gave a grunt. There had to be something that was bothering her.

"I don't have to enjoy it, it is my job."

"What is wrong with you tonight? I've never treated you like you were doing your job. If you don't think I am showing you the necessary passion, let me know, but quite frankly, Anna, it is hard to get excited when you fuck me with your back to me."

"My job is to see that you have the orgasms necessary for production of fresh sperm and to avoid congestion in the testicles."

"You know I could care less about fresh sperm, if I haven't had a desire to procreate in three hundred years, I don't think I am going to start anytime in the future. And as for testicle congestion, I can take care of that problem without you, or if the need be, alone."

She twisted again, ran her hand under this left ball to that special place and flicked her finger. Even as angry and detached as he was, his body could not help but respond with the convulsions of orgasm. Pleasure, or something that should have been akin to it, rumbled through his body and his semen shot into her body and dribbled out onto his groin.

"I believe you are needed on the bridge, Captain Hunt," she said as she pulled on a pair of loose jersey shorts and a T-shirt she had worn to his room.

"Don't leave, we're not finished."

She stood there, not quite at attention, and waited for her Captain to address her.

* * * * * *

Rommie paced the bridge waiting for Dylan. She alone among the crew knew where he was. Even Harper who created the avatar was unaware of the sensors that connected her not only with the actual ship Andromeda Ascendant but also with that other sentient being that existed only for the pleasure of Captain Dylan Hunt.

High Guard Captains, when awarded their ships, were also allowed to have an android created that could be customized for their personal sexual preferences. It was a holdover from the old days when space travel took many years and the powers that be were worried about sexual interaction among the crewmembers. Of course, most Captains merely requested an android that looked like their spouse, except usually with larger breasts or a larger penis. Dylan, who had been single when he received his ship, had requested a slender, dark-haired, olive skinned woman. He was surprised when the ship's holographic presence had appeared looking a great deal like the woman he had requested. It was almost as if his own ship was mocking him.

Dylan looked around and ascertained that the avatar was the only one present on the bridge. They were safe to talk.

"What is it with our friend Anna? She seems at best disinterested, at worst. . .

"I have sensed no problems with Anna. None other than the fact that she disliked being cooped up in that storage room. Don't you think you should tell the others about her?"

"I really don't know Rommie. If you were Beka Valentine how would you feel if you found that the Captain of the Andromeda was keeping a personal sex android."

"It is true that they haven't generally been in use since the fall of the commonwealth, but that does not make their use something that others would look upon with disdain. Captain Valentine is not a stranger to the use of sex as a power tool."

"That is an interesting play on words, Rommie. The problem is I am not using sex as a power tool, I am having sex with a 'power tool.'"

"And you are ashamed?"

"No, I am worried. Anna doesn't seem to have much interest in our couplings recently. She seems less and less interested in serving . . . "

"I don't know what you are thinking, Captain Hunt. I am sure part of the problem is that Anna is jealous of your new crew. For along time was just you."

"It's been two years, Rommie, you'd think she'd have gotten used to them by now."

"Perhaps she feels like you might desert her for someone new, so the introduction of . . .

"Does Andromeda feel that way, too? How does she feel about the fact that Harper created you?"

"I cannot speak for the ship most intimate of levels. But as her avatar, I can assure you that I am confident in your leadership, and Andromeda assures me that she feels the same way. It's just Anna you have to worry about."

"And what do you think about Anna?"

"I think she might be broken. Have you ever considered that? I can certainly assure you that if she hasn't responded to your techniques, which Andromeda has assured me are both stylistic and exuberant, perhaps she may need a technician."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting you call Seamus Harper, and tell him to bring a big screwdriver."

The idea had crossed Dylan's mind, but had been quickly dismissed. He was sure that Andromeda would have reported if anything were mechanically wrong with his pleasure module. It appeared to him to be a question of attitude and not performance. But then Harper had built Rommie and had done a damn good job of it. Right now he was busy on the retooling of the Ryan, transforming him for an ersatz avatar to the first AI to Captain a High Guard warship. He had always been curious as to what kind of sexual organs Harper gave his avatars, but had never had the reason to check out Rommie. The fact that she had suggested that Harper work on Anna suggested that he might have done an adequate job.

* * * *

"Now relax doll and let Seamus Z. Harper take a look." The young engineer bent over the body of the woman lying on the bed as if it were every day that he encountered a High Guard sex android. "Spread them just a little, honey, so I can let my ever so talented fingers do the looking."

He ran his finger down her cunt, and drew it to his mouth for a taste and a smell. He made a face.

"What do you use for lube?" He asked with disdain back at Dylan who was standing over his shoulder.

"Leather scented lube, from Madam Lisa." Dylan answered calmly.

"Holy freaking leather. This is a lady. You use leather on Tyr, or yours truly, not on a babe like this. Don't you have anything floral or romantic."

"I like it. That's all that matters." Dylan replied.

"Might be part of your problem… but then might not."

Harper ran the handle of his screwdriver along the lips of Anna's vagina. She gave a slight shudder. She knew there was one sensitive area that Dylan always missed. Like the tender spot on his balls for which she had spent a great deal of time searching, not that he minded at all, this spot would produce almost immediate response. Harper seemed to have noticed it, but kept it to himself.

He inserted four fingers into her vagina and moved them about slowly. He was feeling for connections that might have become unplugged.

"Captain Hunt, I suggest you take it a little easy with this doll, she's not built for the Budweiser Clydesdales." He was so damn freaking horny that he was getting turned on doing his engineering inspection; he wondered if Dylan felt the same way.

"Roll over and let me do the butt, doll. He does fuck you there, too, right?"

She nodded her head.

"I imagine he did the leather lube bit here, too." Somehow it didn't seem as alien, or else the leather smell was growing on him.

"Everything seems fine, Captain Hunt, but when was the last time you had her in for a complete overhaul?"

"Been a while, Harper. Maybe we can schedule something in a day or two. I trust you can do it?"

"I can fix anything, with a bit of rubberband and a paper clip, and a. . .

"I get the idea, Harper, but you say she should be able to orgasm, without a tune-up."

"I don't know, you want me to give her a try?"

Dylan was totally shocked. He certainly had not expected Harper to pull of his shirt and drop his cargo pants. The engineer had always come off as a total bottom, and here he was trying to bring an AI to orgasm; one that he, Captain Dylan Hunt, had already admitted he had no success with. He smiled as he watched the naked young man go to the bathroom and come back with the floral lube and slowly rub it on his thick cock. Despite its thickness it was definitely not the organ of a draft stallion. While the smaller man might not be hung like a horse, he was definitely ripe for riding.

Dylan tried not to show his embarrassment. He couldn't remember a time since his High Guard cadet days that he had watched another man fuck. What was worse was that his dick was throbbing in his pants and it would take very little encouragement for him to jump on the back of the engineer and go at him full speed. He knew Harper liked to talk, and worried that if he could not control his actions, word would quickly spread around the ship, or worse around the universe, and his position as Captain would be seriously undermined.

It was just that the engineer was so damn hot. He walked into the hallway, unzipped his pants, and began to stroke his penis, unaided by leather lube.

"Holy Freaking Shit." The scream came from inside the room.

Dylan speculated that Anna had done her famous squeeze-flip move on the young engineer. He found Harper kneeling on the floor; his chin down which a trickle of spit drooled, was resting on the bed. His eyes were closed and his once spiked hair was damp and pressed on his forehead. His hands were clasp over his crotch, tightly.

"Are you OK, Harper?" He asked dropping to his knees. Even though it probably wasn't prudent, he cupped the young man's balls in his hand and felt them most gently. She had done no palpable damage. His inspection had even caused the engineer's penis to begin expanding again. "Well it looks like she hasn't done any serious or permanent damage. I guess I should have warned you."

"You freaking well should have. That bitch can tear your balls off. Who designed her anyway?"

Anna was nowhere to be seen. Dylan postulated that she had probably retreated to the bathroom and was quite certain that she had not had an orgasm. He rose, placed his hand on Harper's shoulder and helped him to his feet.

"Remind me Captain Hunt," he babbled, "If I ever have to fuck one of those AI babes, that I prefer Nietzscheans or Magog or any other species in this universe. I can't believe what she did to me."

"You should see what she does when she's really mad, Harper, tonight she was just disinterested." Dylan commented.

Harper could not look the Captain in the eye. He knew his groin was still engorged from the Captain's manual inspection. He wanted so badly to tell Dylan to forget about the damn doll and concentrate of living breathing humans, but all he did was pull on his clothes and gather up his tools. Maybe another time?

It had been a monumental mistake. Dylan had not only been shown as sexual inadequate but may have severely botched up the chain of command on the ship. He returned to his room, engaged the privacy screen and became very close friends with a bottle of Vedran scotch.

* * * * *

Dylan was not surprised that Harper stood at the breakfast table and drank his usual can of Sparky cola. His balls were probably still aching from Anna's "squeeze-flip" move. He was surprised that the young engineer was still able to sport a smile.

"You look chipper this morning. I really should have walked you back to your quarters, last night, forgive me for my discourtesy."

"That's alright, I ran into Tyr on the way, and he was most helpful seeing that everything was alright."

Dylan speculated that the engineer might have a sore asshole to match his aching balls if what he had suspected about the Nietzschean was correct.

"I've been thinking, Captain. I don't know what's wrong with your girl-toy but for some reason she seems to want something that none of us can give her. I did a little interface with the main data bank of the Andromeda and from what I can figure this whole thing really to cool down after you did that escape from Tartarus thing with the other warships."

"It did, I didn't notice that."

"Sometimes I wonder about your powers of observation, Captain Hunt." He'd used his best moves on Dylan for the last two years and the captain didn't seem to have noticed at all. Fortunately Tyr had.

"It is not the position of a High Guard Captain to have sex with his crew. That is why they issued us sex androids."

"OK, OK, I'll believe you. Not really, but if it makes you feel good. Makes me feel a little better that you haven't totally rejected me. But anyway, I thought maybe Anna baby might have had a thing once with that Ryan guy -- you know that AI you promoted."

"The one you retooled with hair and eyes to look like yours."

"The one. Nice guy. I was wondering if he might have got it on with Anna sometime and maybe she is pining for him."

"Not a chance. Sexual androids are for the private use of the Captain."

"Are you sure you know what she is doing when you are not around?"

"As sure as I can be."

"Well I was going to suggest that you invite Captain Ryan over to have a go at her, and maybe he can figure out what her problem is."

"I'll take that under advisement Harper, but I don't think it is the answer."

* * * * *

"He's right, you know." Rommie tried her best not to look superior. Ever since Harper had built her as the Avatar of the ship she had been trying to get Dylan into bed. Unfortunately Dylan considered her another crew member and as such also maintained his high guard distance.

"About what?"

"Anna and Ryan. They had a go of it back in Tarn Vedra. I found it in some old records."

"The bitch two-timed me. With an android." Dylan's face grew red with rage. "I should give her a good spanking for that."

"Why don't you just do that? She's got it coming. I don't know what you . . .

Rommie realized she was talking to air as the Captain had double-timed it down the hall to Anna's room.

* * * * * *

"You don't know how fortunate you are that I am not calling Mr. Harper down here with his screwdriver to dismantle your sensors." Dylan looked had made Anna stand on her tiptoes with her hands behind her back and look him directly into the eyes. "I cannot believe that you had the audacity to cheat on your captain with an avatar."

Her eyes were big and black. A strand of hair fell in front of her face but she dared not brush it away.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Anna?"

"What do you want me to say, Captain?"

"You know what you need to say, Anna."

"I have been very, very naughty."

"That you have been."

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, and. . .

"I'll never do it again"

"Yes, and . . .

"I need to be punished."

"Yes, and. .

"Please spank me."

Dylan Hunt was a good captain. He took great care to see that Anna was properly disciplined according to high guard protocol that involved both pantied and bare assed spanking with his open hand. He also noticed that when finished the Android lay back on the bed, spread her legs, allowed him to fuck her unlubricated, and this time there was no lack of response by either of them.

Anna sighed to herself and made sent an electronic message of thanks to Rommie who had come up with the idea of planting misinformation with the Captain. The results she sought were quickly achieved.

* * * *

Tyr knocked on the workroom door and when there was no answer, popped his head inside the room. He was shocked to see a large male android sitting on the end of an examination table, head down, watching Harper on his knees performing oral sex on him.

"What in the name of the progenitor is this, Harper?"

"What does it freaking look like, it's a android. A sex android. I built it myself. I'm so freaking proud. Just doing the final testing."

Tyr tried to hide his pout. He pushed out his massive chest and stared at the smaller man.

"I'm very disappointed. I thought what the two of us had was good."

"Say what, Tyr?"

"Why did you feel you needed to make yourself a sex android?"

Harper laughed. "It's not for me. Only High Guard Captains are allowed to have sex androids."

"Ah, I've heard rumors to this fact, but always dismissed them. I guess it explains how Captain Hunt is able to maintain his famous mask of celibacy on this ship. Surprises me that he would have a male android though, I didn't suspect that he batted from both sides."
 

"You got to be shitting me Tyr, this isn't for Dylan."

"But you said. . . only a High Guard Captain."

"This is for that new guy, Captain Ryan. He and I were talking about the problem Dylan was having with his sex android, Anna, and suddenly it dawned on him that as a Captain he was entitled to his own sex android. I told him that I could make him one that looked like Beka or Rommie, but he was most persistent. Said this design would help him relive some good old times."

Tyr looked more closely at the android sitting at the end of the table. He was certainly a muscular brute, wearing pants made out of woven brown leather and a yellow chamois vest. He brushed the long sandy hair that had been covering its face out of the way stared at an android image of High Guard Captain Dylan Hunt, or the way Captain Hunt would picture himself in his fondest dreams. Tyr had had those dreams, too.

JJ

May 2002
 

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