CREATIVE CONSULTANT:
Strange Glue
ARCHIVE: Yes/No, delete
as appropriate.
RATING: NC-17 (Features
Molly)
DISCLAIMER: I didn’t
do it!
NOTE: Whist Dylan
goes about being his Dylantastic self, Andromeda and Trance lay the foundations
for a good old fashioned Romp & Orgy. Rommie/Beka/Trance, Beka/Trance,
Rommie/Harper, Harper/Rommie/Beka.
"Permission to come aboard, sir?"
"Permission Granted."
Molly beamed and stepped down from the transport on to Andromeda’s Hangar floor. "They gave me a command!" She bounced up to Captain Hunt and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Dylan waved an arm dismissively, and the sergeant, somewhat startled, signalled for his soldiers to follow the Andromeda Avatar out of the Hangar and to their quarters.
"Well," said the Andromeda Hologram, "That wasn’t quite the ‘welcome aboard’ they were expecting." She got no response from the pair.
"Captain!" Rommie urged impatiently. "Commonwealth protocol…"
"Oh be quiet!" Molly snapped. "We’re off duty." And then she resumed the kissing.
The hologram put her hands on her hips and glared. "No, you’re not."
Dylan pushed Molly back hesitantly. "Later" he whispered to her. Molly smiled back, and then waved the Hologram over.
"Take my baggage to my quarters," she said to Andromeda, "And leave privacy mode on when you’re done." She turned back to Dylan and beamed again. "Later, in my quarters." And then she followed the last of the lancers out of the Hangar.
Dylan watched her leave. It wasn’t until she was away that he noticed Rommie staring at him disapprovingly. He blushed, and composed himself. "Carry on, Rommie." Then he made to look busy, inspecting the panelling on the transport ship. The hologram flicked out.
***
Beka sighed with relief at the sound of the Maru’s doors closing behind her, sealing her away for some peace. She went over to where Trance and Rommie were taking their time out. Trance was lying naked on a mattress, and Andromeda was massaging her back, forcing a series of delighted moans out of the pixie.
"Hi Beka. Can’t sleep?" Trance asked, looking up.
"I need some coffee. And I want a massage." Beka said.
Trance let out a queer moan that lay somewhere between pleasure and protest. "She only just started on me."
"I can call up an android," Rommie said, somewhat insulted at the suggestion that she couldn’t massage them both. "Beka prefers the cold metal touch anyway." Rommie leered at the Maru’s Captain. She was rummaging around in an overhead locker, and eventually produced an old, run-down coffee machine.
"Here it is."
"We haven’t used that since we met you…" Trance was cut off by her own moan again, as the Avatar straddled Trance’s waist and ran a pair of oiled fists up her back and over her shoulders.
Beka gave up trying to get the coffee machine to work. "I liked it better when we had a small crew. You know I’ve had five people coming on to me today? I can’t even get a coffee from the mess hall in peace." The Maru’s doors could be heard opening. Beka gritted her teeth. "What?" she yelled.
"Beka, throw that piece of junk away and take your top off," Rommie ordered. A pair of maintenance androids entered; accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee. The Maru’s doors closed again. Beka complied happily, removed her top and bra, and then poured herself a large mug from the tray the android was patiently holding.
"Not that we don’t appreciate this, Rommie," said Beka, sitting cross-legged next to Trance on the mattress the first android had laid out for her, "but you’ve got 800 lancers to look after, and you seem pretty stressed yourself. Shouldn’t this be your break?" Beka shivered when a pair of cold hands grabbed her shoulders forcefully, and then she leaned into them.
"Beka, controlling two androids takes up an insignificant amount of effort. I just slave them to a sub processor, and I can forget about them. Roll over." The Avatar got up off Trance’s waist, and knelt down at the head of the mattress. Trance lay back down and stretched, resting her head in Rommie’s lap. "And it’s not like I need a break from looking after 800 lancers. I’m nowhere near my full complement." She ran her fingers under Trance’s jaw and up behind her cheekbones. Trance’s breathing became significantly heavier; as did Beka’s as she watched the pixie’s golden breasts rise and fall gently.
It was a strange sight. Trance’s naked form lay contentedly on the mattress right in front of Beka; the only hands on her were caressing her face. There was a lack of balance about the whole picture that left Trance’s gold body seeming sexually charged, and Beka felt urges that she wasn’t perfectly comfortable with. Nonetheless she continued to watch Trance’s breasts rising and subsiding with pacific tranquillity, and with each cycle the urge to reach out to them and connect seemed to swell, until it was more than just a feral urge, and Beka Valentine was asking herself if she should put her lips to one, if only to keep the urge from growing any stronger.
"Want one?" Rommie asked.
"What?" Beka snapped out of her trance.
"Do you want a facial massage?" Rommie clarified. Beka’s gaze had wandered back to the pixie’s breasts but when she looked at Rommie again the Avatar had a knowingly wicked smile.
"I… I’m good." Beka replied.
"Are you sure?"
"I probably have something to do…" Beka tried to rise, but the android that had been massaging her held her down.
Rommie reached down and traced her hand along Trance’s cleavage. Trance moaned and opened her eyes, looking straight at Beka. The android that had held Beka down reached into her lap and pressed hard against her crotch. Beka gave a frustrated grunt and gave up and mounted Trance. She leant in to wrap her lips around a golden nipple; instead she met Rommie’s hand. The Avatar cupped Beka’s chin and lifted her head to look at her.
"You’ll owe me when this is over," The Avatar said, and touched a thumb to Beka’s lips. Beka responded to the touch with enthusiasm, sealing the deal with her lips. Rommie played with her a moment while her androids removed the rest of Beka’s clothes. Then she withdrew the hand, leaving Beka to gorge herself on Trance’s supple golden breasts. Trance giggled and enjoyed the feeling, and the Avatar gently set the pixie’s head down onto the mat and left the room, followed by one of the androids. The other remained; removing the cover on its groin to reveal a very realistic appendage, save for its electric blue shade. It promptly grew to full length.
Rommie slouched into the pilot’s seat and put her feet up. Then she closed her eyes and reconnected to her main AI.
Seamus was waiting for her in her matrix. "Well?" he urged.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Oh come on, Rommie! It was half your idea! Besides, if it was morally wrong, you’d never have let me go this far."
"Harper, you deleted most of my conduct constraints yourself."
"Oh yeah? Well you left them deleted, so there! Hurry up, they’ll be done soon!"
Rommie shrugged. "Maintenance android register 4369. You have full access and control. You’ll find it’s significantly bigger than you, so be careful."
The reaction was immediate: Harper’s eyes glazed over and he stood stock still while his mind was elsewhere indulging itself in experiencing android #4369’s virginal rapture. Andromeda sneered at her engineer’s blank presence. He looked more naïve when he was ‘at home’. And he had no idea what he had unchained when he deleted her conduct restraints. She planted some data into Harper’s brain and left him to his interactive spying.
Harper stared at the sight before him. A lurid grin escaped the neural redirection and showed itself on his face, lying in bed in his quarters.
Beka still had her head working on Trance’s breast, and her waist was gyrating against the pixie’s thigh. Trance’s arms were clawing at the deck plating around her, looking for something to grasp. Beka’s mouth slowed down and she started to concentrate on grinding her hips. Trance looked down at Beka, wondering why she had stopped, and smiled with mischief. She touched one hand to Beka’s neck; then the other went to the base of her spine and wandered down into her butt where one finger hooked to find the tip of her coccyx. Beka seized up, and then her head came away from Trance’s breast. Trance seemed pleased when the two made eye contact, and then Beka started to shudder uncontrollably and her back muscles tensed, and she started to whimper, and Trance beamed with delight watching the helpless longing look in Beka’s eyes and held her a moment longer, her golden hands dancing up Beka’s spine as though she were playing a harp. Then she slowed to a rest and the surge subsided and Harper saw Beka’s back muscles loosen and Beka was able to let out the orgasmic scream that had been dammed up inside her by the delicate playing of her nerves.
Android #4369 stood dumbfounded, and Harper watched Beka go limp in Trance’s arms and he went weak in the knees. Trance’s delighted laugh played in his mind as though it had a will of its own, and it made Beka tremble gently while the pair rolled over. Trance held her body over Beka’s head, and gently brushed her it over Beka’s face in a series of hypnotic waves. Harper saw Beka’s hands reach down towards her crotch, but they were too shaky for her to make anything of it. Every inch of Beka’s body trembled helplessly in anticipation of Trance’s golden touch, but Trance offered her less with each wave until only her nipple brushed against Beka’s lips. Harper thought that if he just reached out and put a hand to her she might burst free from the climax Trance was holding her in. He felt an urge to do it but he stayed his hand and watched as Trance continued to hold Beka helplessly. Eventually Trance stopped altogether. She stood, holding Beka’s eyes in hers, and Beka’s trembling hands reached up to the her slender golden legs and she kicked them away gently but forcefully.
Trance looked over her shoulder at the android. Harper’s heart jumped, thinking he had been caught. He had forgotten himself. Trance smiled at him lovingly, and mouthed the words ‘so easy.’ Beka seemed to relax slightly when Trance looked away, but she lay still, as if trapped in a daze. Trance sauntered over to the android and wrapped her arms around its neck. Harper could feel her, but the feeling registered as a dull sensation on his because of the android’s shoulder plating. The sensation he received when she brushed her hips against his prosthetic dick, however, felt very real, if not magnified.
Harper wanted to try something more. He leaned in to kiss her, forgetting that the android had a blue metal plate for a face. She humoured him, and when she licked the cold metal face, Harper felt it as though she were running her tongue over his own. It felt extremely warm. Harper grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her onto him. He had always wanted to do that but had never found a woman small enough. Trance felt light and fragile as a paper lantern.
"Mmm… Rommie…" She moaned as he lowered her onto him. The name confused Harper for a moment and then Trance was gripping his waist with her knees and her leg muscles tensed as she rode him frantically. Harper’s Elvis Leg kicked in and he nearly fell over, then he felt the control taken from him as the Android steadied itself and lowered the pixie gently onto the floor.
"What gives?" Harper complained. His protest echoed unanswered through Andromeda’s AI matrix. The protest was quickly forgotten as the Android straddled Trance and picked up where it had left off, except in a horizontal position. Seamus could only watch and feel, but he decided he was content to let everyone else do the work.
"Rommie!" Trance yelled as Harper felt the prosthetic dick make use of muscles he didn’t know it had. She moaned as it squirmed and vibrated inside her, and she yelped with delight when it came with an electric charge that she seemed to love. "More!" Trance yelled, and the android quietly picked up the pace again. Harper noticed Beka starting to stir in the corner of his vision, and the distraction gave him a moment to realise he’d been going for longer than he was physically capable. His balls were probably imploding and his dick making wheezing noises after being told to come for the sixth time, but he didn’t care.
He came again, and this time when the charge was released Trance bit her lip and started to shudder, and the android’s vibration went to the full and after a moment Trance went limp with one last gasp. The android carefully withdrew from her and stood in a corner of the room, leaving trance to stretch out and relax. Harper continued to watch the pixie lying on the floor, and he noticed Beka sitting against the far wall, fully clothed and with a coffee in her hands.
"Weird." Thought Harper. "Weird but fun."
Then he left the android to return to Rommie’s AI matrix and chat with Rommie. She wasn’t actively present, so he left called up android #4369’s sensory data onto a large screen to watch Trance get dressed. To his pleasant surprise he was greeted with the sight of Trance being dressed by Beka. And Beka was making a show of it too, kneeling in front of Trance and lacing her boots with a ceremonial reverence. The view moved as the android stepped forward and around the pair to do up Trance’s bodice, and the sight stirred memories in the back of Harper’s mind; the memory of the purple Goddess that had been planted in him by the Perseid librarian.
Trance suddenly turned, scowling at Harper with a tempered anger in her eyes, as though she had caught him seeing something he shouldn’t have. Harper freaked, wondering how she found out, then panicked and unplugged himself.
His bed was moist with sweat, the sweat on his forehead was cold, and he felt exhausted. The last image of Trance glaring at him lingered in his brain… he saw her turn back to Beka and wave her away, "Meet Rommie in the Captain’s quarters," were her words. Harper threw the end of the lead as far from his data port as possible, and the lingering images lifted away.
"Did you have fun?" The Andromeda Avatar was standing at his bedside.
"Rommie, being an android was the best fun I’ve had since infinity atoll… no, in fact that was the best fun I’ve had, ever."
Andromeda smiled. "I’m glad. Now get dressed."
"Why?"
"We’re holding a senior officer’s meeting in Dylan’s quarters."
"Rommie, I just had sex like, nine times in a row," Harper said, and then he found himself instinctively sitting up and walking over to his closet to get his clothes. He thought about going back to bed but the will to do it disappeared.
"Uh, Rommie?" Harper said as he pulled a t-shirt on.
"I put a few programs in your head while you were out," the Avatar replied matter-of-factly. "Similar to the ones you deleted from me. You can’t disobey a direct order."
"What?"
"I also gave you some behavioural constraints; like standing to attention, paying attention…" Harper noticed he was standing straight with his heels together and his hands behind his back. "…All the constraints and restrictions an AI has to deal with," she continued, "And a few more. Heel."
The Avatar led Harper out of his quarters and along the corridor, and he followed a couple of steps behind.
"Hey Rom," Harper said as they walked, trying to suppress a nervous twinge, "You know; if you want me to obey your every word, you just need to tell me to." He tried to see the funny side of his comment.
"Well then I’m sure you won’t object to the changes around here, if you could. Besides, It’s more fun when you don’t have a choice."
"Well, uh, I guess…"
TBC...